Comfort --RWRB College AU

6. Passion

Basically a smut chapter!!!!!

So if u feel uncomfortable with gay sex, please skip this!

This chap will not horribly influence the plot, feel free.

p.s. just a funny pic there, pls ignore it :P

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Alex stands in front of his wardrobe, scanning through his clothes. He doesn't have a crazy amount of clothes like his sister but there are plenty. A couple of suits, dozens of T-shirts, tank tops, shorts, and some weird-shaped ones in weird colors. But he can't find a single one he feels right. All of a sudden he understands why June needs more than an hour to pick out an outfit for her date, God she deserves three hours.

At last, he pulls on a caramel tank top and some black sweat shorts. Standing in front of the mirror, he stares at himself. He stirs a bit, takes a step forward and backward and forward, ruffles his hair (which makes no difference), and he is finally satisfied.

Then he begins to pace around the room, feeling like a pet dog being left at home waiting for his master utterly bored. Hang on! Dog? Master? Alex gives his head a light hit.

He makes the bed again, adjusting the pillows. Then he moves to the desk, sweeping the scattered items into the drawer. The cologne on the desk catches his eye so he applies some.

He then paces out of the room, lowering the temperature of the AC, calling the landlord to report the leaking tap, closing the curtains, taking out some snacks.

The clock on the wall reads half past four, Henry will finish his class in half an hour which means that he will see him after about an hour, that is 60 minutes, 3,600 seconds. Alex falls onto the couch hopelessly.

He fishes out his phone and scrolls through his social media. He patiently reads through every comment, message, and even likes he receives. Then he checks the time, great, six minutes have passed, which leaves 54 minutes, 3,240 seconds, great.

The following three thousand seconds or so are about the same: Alex pacing around and making adjustments that make absolutely no changes to the house. The buzz of his phone literally makes him jump. It's the alarm he set for five.

He then spends another 3,600 seconds sitting on the front porch, fumbling his phone, finding new ways to tie the drawstring of his shorts, observing ants crawling around.

The moment Henry steps into Alex's vision, which is the crossing two blocks away, Alex stands up. He dusts his shorts and leans against the door frame. Henry is walking faster than usual, Alex figures, but he hasn't noticed Alex yet. He's still wearing that light blue top-down, which Alex knows the first one is left unbuttoned.

As he walks closer, he meets Alex's gaze. He looks surprised at first, but then a smirk takes place. He stares back, chin up, that smug smirk makes him sexy, Alex admits, he wants to snap his finger and has Henry in his arms both of them on his bed. The thing is, Henry knows exactly what Alex thinks, so he's not walking any faster, if not slower, elegant as always.

When he finally walks in front of the stairs, Alex rolls his eyes. "You're late."

Henry takes his time to walk up. "You know I'm not." He pushes the door open and shoves Alex inside.

Their lips smash together before the door is even shut. Henry throws his bag on the floor not really caring and swings his arms around Alex's neck. Alex brings his arms around Henry's waist as soon as the door is closed.

They move to the living room lips still attached. Alex already snakes his hands under Henry's shirt, feeling his hot, milky skin. He doesn't think he'll ever get enough of touching Henry, even though this is only the second time he touches him this way, counting the one this morning in the library.