#bart fic

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six (It's more than six. To make up for disappearing.) 11/3/24

“So cold,” Alex says as if that is an actual excuse for climbing into Henry’s bed. 

For the record, Alex is cold. He tucks himself behind Henry and his limbs are like ice.

Henry freezes. Thinks about rolling over and wrapping Alex into his arms, kissing what are likely frigid lips, and making a dumb remark about warming him up properly. 

But Alex is his stupidly straight golden retriever of a roommate. 

Instead, he says, “So late. You realize I have an exam in like–”

“Sorry, sorry,” Alex whispers. “In like six hours, I’m sorry. Sleep, sleep,” he encourages while digging his nose into Henry’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist. 

Henry is tired, but he swears to whatever god there might be that Alex presses his lips to his neck. He swears. He hopes. 

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[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six: 11/12/23

And Henry, the fucking sod, had said, “I have to prep.” Turned on his heel and walked away. 

The scene had gone well. Better than ‘well.’ Henry’d had to call for a break when Al–Gabriel was eating him out because he was about to come. From his stupid tongue licking his ass and his absolutely idiotic fingers gripping the backs of his thighs, bending Henry in half. 

Almost came from that asshole whispering, “Gonna open up real nice for me, aren’t you, love?” against his hole. 

He did, and Henry hates Alex for it.

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Something 1/28/24

“Didn’t realize you were this desperate for me,” Henry says, his voice dropping into the hint of a laugh. 

“Because–” Alex groans as Henry’s hand slips up to his neck and latches on. Doesn’t squeeze, but lets him know he might want to later. “You–you’re–” he says and his hips shimmy a bit. Trying to get any sort of friction. 

But Henry is quick, slipping down further until he’s grinding against Alex’s knee. “What? What was that? I’m what?” 

“Stupid,” Alex spits, and then he rushes forward and finds Henry’s lips. Lets his hands find the backs of Henry’s thighs and lets his momentum flip them back. Crushes Henry against the mattress and kisses him hard, harder, soft. Melts into him and, “You’re so fucking stupid,” he whispers against his lips. 

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six 12/3/23

“Are you so desperate to defile me that you can’t wait thirty minutes?” Henry responds. Whether or not Alex is supposed to respond is unclear until Henry’s eyebrows shoot up. “Well?”

A flush spreads across Alex’s cheeks because he absolutely is not desperate. He’s horny and a little drunk, yes. And he can still taste Henry’s tongue and feel his thigh roughly grinding against his cock and, well, he’s not not desperate.

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six 12/17/23

“They look like dildos,” Henry explains. 

Annoyed, Alex points at the phallic but jolly decor. “They’re trees. And, anyways, what do you know about dildos, tree shaped or not?”

Henry blinks, then grandly gestures to his entire body. “What about me–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex says, “I’m aware. But the dildos are what I’m asking about.”

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six 12/10/23

Henry’s cock grinds onto Alex’s thigh and he knows Henry thinks he has the upper hand here, giving Alex nothing except the view of Henry getting off on his thigh, like that’s some sort of punishment. And even though Alex would absolutely love to know how their cocks might slide together, he is absolutely feeling something watching Henry’s stupid mouth form shapes that would look beautiful around Alex’s dick (and maybe that’s later tonight, hopefully.) 

He manages to form a coherent thought. “Didn’t know you were so into thighs.”

“M’not,” Henry manages. “Just mouthy soccer players.”

[bartbarthelme]

Sunday Six: 6/9/24

For a while, things are quiet. The postman doesn’t come and Edwin spends his days sitting at their desk, waiting. Charles goes out, wishing Edwin would come with him. 

At night, Charles says, “No news is good news, Mate,” but Edwin rolls his eyes. Ignores him. 

On a Thursday, they get mail.