Be still
Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue
Characters: Alex/Henry
Anonymous said: Maybe one where Alex and Henry make out during their friends with benefits phase and one of them strokes their hand over a sensitive area.
Warnings: Non-graphic foreplay of some sort. Also me not being able to read because I changed the hand part of the prompt to mouth lmao
Words: 830 ish
Henry wasn’t used to there being a bed involved. He’d started associating cupping Alex’s face with a broom sticking into his shoulder blade, Alex kissing down his chest with a hand pressed tightly over his mouth. He almost felt as if he wasn’t sure what to do lying down, although there wasn’t much time to think anyway. Alex was shirtless beneath him and was trying very hard to get his pants off too, although it seemed difficult if his frustrated grunting was anything to go by.
“Need help?” he asked, laughing when he shot him a glare. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Henry hovered over his thighs, fingertips hooking onto the waistband of Alex’s jeans. “Stop squirming.”
“Stop taking so long.”
“Why, do you have somewhere to be?” It was mostly a joke. Henry knew they only had barely half an hour.
Alex pointed at Henry’s belly, then slowly lowered his finger. “I have somewhere to be, all right.”
A surprised laugh bubbled out of him and he started pulling the pants down. “Aren’t you crude.”
“Just being honest.” Alex was smiling. Henry adored his smile.
He pulled the jeans down past Alex’s hips, pausing just before he could slide them entirely off. “Hmm, I think you need to learn how to slow down a bit. Hey hey, no whining,” he added when Alex did just that. “I’ll make it feel good.”
Alex’s cheeks were now tinted a lovely shade of pink. Henry found himself grinning as he lowered his head, blinking up at him through his eyelashes with his mouth ghosting over the skin of Alex’s hip bone.
“Is this okay?” he asked, barely touching skin and yet Alex was moaning anyway.
“Yes. God, yes.”
Henry kissed the bone. “Told you.” He enjoyed the sounds Alex was making and kissed it again, and again. “Now be good and keep still for me, okay?” He trailed his lips over his lower belly as he moved to the other bone, intending on giving it the same treatment, but Alex had decided to do the opposite of what he’d asked and was squirming like crazy. The only thing more fun than making Alex squirm with pleasure was making him squirm with impatience.
Henry glanced up, a playful reprimand at the tip of his tongue. “Now what did I just say?”
But instead of huffing or rolling his eyes Alex’s blush seemed to deepen, which was interesting since he didn’t tend to blush much to begin with. From what Henry had seen anyway. He suddenly felt uncertain, although it made no sense. But maybe he’d crossed a line, had acted too impulsively, not given Alex a chance to protest. But what was there to blush about, if Henry had toyed with his trust?
He sat up, heart suddenly hammering. “What is it?”
“N-nothing.”
“Alex.”
Alex covered his face with his hands, groaning so suddenly and loudly that Henry jumped. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.”
“Alex.”
“Seriously, please just go back to doing what you were doing, only-”
“Only?”
Alex dropped his hands with a sigh. “Make it tickle less.”
“Oh my god.” Henry sunk down again, pressing his face to Alex’s belly. “You scared the everloving shit out of me. I thought I had offended you! And all this time you were just ticklish. Which I will take advantage of, by the way, once I’ve recovered from this heart attack.”
“Uh, you will do no such thing.” Alex poked his head. “I’m a kicker, better be careful.”
“You can’t kick me if I’ve got you pinned.” Henry looked up. “But since I promised I will make you feel good, who am I to go back on my promises? Be still.”
He caught Alex’s eyes widening before he went back down, lips tracing skin in a much more determined way now. Softly, slowly, making sure to kiss every inch of skin between his hip bones. Alex started squirming immediately, his breath becoming heavier, before he was finally laughing. Henry had never heard this laugh before. It was choppy, panicked, nearly a giggle. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“You’re not still,” he mumbled, looking up to grin at him. Alex had covered his face again, although he seemed to be alternating between that and gripping at his hair, the pillow, the headboard. Henry had never been so grateful for a bed.
“I can’t help it,” Alex said, peeking out at him. “You’re so fucking mean.”
“I barely hear you protesting though.” He decided to be bold and dragged a finger lightly over his lower belly, making Alex jump. “And you’re not stopping me.”
He huffed, reaching out to grab Henry’s wrist. He let him. “Kiss me.”
“What, are you done giggling?”
“Do I have to remind you of how little time we have?”
Henry sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’ll remember this.”
“Of course you will,” Alex muttered before pulling him closer. Had Henry had a response he forgot it immediately.
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The Killers - Be Still
Be still
And go on to bed
Nobody knows what lies ahead
And life is short
To say the least
We're in the belly of the beast
Be still
Wild and young
Long may your innocence reign
Like shells on the shore
And may your limits be unknown
And may your efforts be your own
If you ever feel you can't take it anymore
Don't break character
You've got a lot of heart
Is this real or just a dream?
Rise up like the sun
Labor 'til the work is done
Be still
One day you'll leave
Fearlessness on your sleeve
When you've come back, tell me what did you see
What did you see?
Was there something out there for me?
Be still
Close your eyes
Soon enough you'll be on your own
Steady and straight
And if they drag you through the mud
It doesn't change what's in your blood
(Over rock, over chain, over trap, over plain)
When they knock you down
Don't break character
You've got a lot of heart
Is this real or just a dream?
Be still
Over rock and chain
Over sunset plain
Over trap and snare
When you're in too deep
In your wildest dream
In your made up scheme
When they knock you down
When they knock you down
Don't break character
You've got so much heart
Is this real or just a dream?
Oh rise up like the sun and
Labor 'til the work is done
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my husband ran into trader joe’s to grab something for dinner and i stayed in the car with my three children. i chose to spend those ten minutes staring at my kids. it could have been one of those in-between moments of life, the ones you never remember, where you’re waiting for the next thing and end up on your phone, but i chose to stare. my face had giddiness written all over it. i thought, “this is what i have always prayed for. what i always wanted. i am living my dream, by God’s grace.” my oldest realized i was staring and he immediately started beaming and said, “mommy! what?” to which i replied, “i just love you, that’s all.” and i continued to stare.
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