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Lil' HC about Henry and his college best friend/dorm mate, Josh. Henry gets sick at a party by mistake, Josh takes care of him. A lesson in Henry being an angel. And oh yeah, gay smut. 😉

The party had been fun, Henry was having a good time, he didn't have much too to drink, maybe two bottles of Rolling Rock, but early into the night he started to feel very unwell.

"You're lookin' a little green around the gills there, Quinn." Josh remarked with his cheeky smile, planning to break Henry's balls about not being able to take his liquor. But his usual mischievousness faltered, and his smile died when he saw that Henry was not only looking pale, he was sweating. His friend's blonde curls were starting to stick to his forehead.

"Hey, we should get you back, you look messed up, man." Josh came close to Henry and gave him a shoulder.

"No, I can go back by myself, I don't want to ruin your night." Henry protested, but his legs were starting to feel weak. "Shit, what's wrong with me?"

Josh had seen this before, he'd been to his share of frat parties, "I think you got drugged." Josh had no idea if Henry was the intended target, probably not, but it still had him worried.

"Drugged?" Henry looked at his friend alarmed, "What?"

"Come on, you need to sleep it off. You'll be ok, I'll make sure, alright?"

If Henry had been of sound mind he probably would have noticed Josh worrying about something for real for the first time. He nodded and let Josh escort him back to their dorm room.

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Henry had become almost a complete dead weight by the time Josh got him to the bed, now he was sweating from the exertion. "You're heavier than you look, goddamn."

"Now you know what it feels like to lug around this big dick all the time." Henry giggled, his behaviour a little more like he was absolutely wasted as time went on.

"Man, shut the fuck up." Josh rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. He dumped Henry off on the mattress and started to take off his sneakers for him.

"You're so sweet." Henry purred, and Josh felt a shiver over his arms, that sounded a little too thankful. "You're gonna strip me? Ooooooh."

"I said shut up, you can't go to bed with your shoes on."

Henry sat up the best he could and tugged on Josh's jeans, his hand going into his pocket, apparently seeing something he just had to grab. "What's this?" He tilted his head, adorably inquisitive. He pulled a clear plastic tube from the pants.

"Lip gloss." Josh said and started to pull off Henry's socks.

"You wear lip gloss?" Henry found this rather amusing and laughed loudly.

"No, I don't know. It's some girl's." Josh had no idea how that got in his pocket, and he wouldn't be able to tell Henry who it belonged to. He was a busy boy with the ladies, after all.

Henry opened the tube and absentmindedly let Josh unbutton his shirt and take it away. "Ohhh, strawberry." He smiled, dopey.

"Big deal." Josh said, and found himself nervous when he was helping Henry out of his own light blue jeans until his cute blonde friend was down to his plaid boxers. "There, now get under the covers."

Henry wasn't exactly listening as he was applying the lip gloss.

"Stop that." Josh insisted, Henry needed to stop fooling around and get in bed before he really started to feel sick. And it surely had nothing to do with the fact Josh could smell the sweet scent of strawberry candy on his friend's full, pink lips. He looked away. "Quinn, get in the fuckin' bed, alright."

Henry pouted, and Josh wanted to squish him for being so adorable. "You're not the boss of me."

"I am tonight." Josh countered, and basically pushed Henry over and covered him up.

They had two twin beds in the middle of the room they had pushed together for more space and comfort. At first Josh was unsure, but sleeping next to Henry had become so routine it seemed like it was always normal. Never once had they crossed a line or made one another feel uncomfortable.

Truth be told, the line for them was blurred anyway. What most guy friends would consider feminine or gay, Henry and Josh did on the daily. They'd talk in bed, watch videos together, they rarely cuddled up because Henry was always too warm, but it did happen from time to time.

On nights that Henry had bad dreams and couldn't sleep Josh would run his fingers through his friend's blonde curls until he went back to sleep. They loved each other and weren't afraid of it. But Josh was not ready to admit that he was in love. He was afraid of those feelings, and honestly, thought Henry deserved so much better than him.

Henry was out like a light in no time.

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He stirred in the late hours, as Josh knew he would. He'd stayed up to watch after him just in case something bad should happen. He didn't want to think about Henry choking in his sleep, or something else terrible.

Henry groaned. "Fuck, my head."

"Feelin' like shit, are we?" Josh asked as he looked over from his position sitting up in bed with his phone.

"I'm gonna throw up." Henry sounded small then, childlike, defeated.

"Aww, Henry, it's ok if you need to throw up, I'll help you to the bathroom." Josh got up and came around to Henry's side of the bed.

"This is so embarrassing." Henry groaned again, wanting to hide his face.

"It's just me, I won't tell anyone." Josh often teased Henry to make him blush and become bashful and shy, but this was not something he'd ever joke about. Years from now they might look back on it and laugh together, but right now Josh wanted to fucking strangle the person who'd roofied his best friend.

He helped Henry to the bathroom and pushed his hair back for him as he vomited. "Jesus Christ, what did you eat before the party?"

"Swedish fish." Came the reply in a swallow moan.

"Oh, of course you did, you fuckin' child. You and your candy."

It was endearing really, in an odd sort of way. Henry was so easy to make happy, all you had to do was love him and give him sweets.

Once back in the bed finally, after insisting he brush his teeth, Henry lay down and sighed. "That made me feel better." He smiled a little looking up at Josh who covered him up again.

"Good. I'm gonna have to keep a close eye on you from now on. You're always getting into situations, Quinn."

Henry reached out and took Josh's hand. "Henry." He said.

"Henry." Josh repeated and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. "Now go the fuck to sleep."

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The next day was Saturday. Henry had to bump off tennis practice and Josh told everyone he'd come down with a bug. It was sort of true, after all. He shot him a text throughout the day to check up on him, he was doing a lot better, basically it was 'The Hangover from Hell' as Henry put it.

Josh had a packed schedule with practice and social engagements he was already committed to attending. He had a fundraiser to volunteer at which meant he didn't get back to the dorm until later in the evening, almost dark in fact. He'd started to call Henry every hour instead of texting him, just to make sure.

When he returned he was tired himself, but glad to be back. "What have you been up to?" Henry was still in the bed, this time watching something on the little shitty tv they had.

"Having a headache. I went to the nurse."

"Oh?" Josh didn't call anyone last night because he didn't know if Henry would want it. "And?"

"She called the cops, I spoke with someone, a nice guy."

"Oh, shit. You ok?" Josh came to sit on the bed with him.

"Yes, the drink wasn't meant for me, some guy was doing it to the girls. They arrested him last night after he hit another party." Henry sighed. Josh could tell he was freshly showered and looked much better from the previous night.

"That's some scary shit." They both nodded, sitting in silence for a few minutes over the implications of it all.

"Thank you." Henry said, finally breaking the quiet. "I'm ok, but I wouldn't have been if it hadn't been for you. You said it was scary shit, I was scared."

"I know. And you don't have to thank me Quinn, fuck sakes what was I gonna do, leave you there drugged and alone? You're my best fuckin' friend, dude."

"Henry." He repeated the same from last night, and Josh was surprised he'd remembered that.

"Henry, alright. How much to you remember?"

"I remember being blurry, and you carrying me home. You had lip gloss in your pocket?" He smiled.

"Yes, no idea why." Who did he kiss that night? Who cares?

"I remember the strawberry." So did Josh, and the glossy, inviting shine of his best friend's lips. Henry hand the fullest, prettiest lips. Fuck, he was pretty like a girl.

Josh cleared his throat. "You put some on, you lil' freak. Do you remember you telling me your were so heavy because of your big dick?"

"No!" Henry shoved him, "I would never."

"Please! You totally did, dude. That roofie made you down to fuck." He teased and Henry predictably hid his face, which made Josh feel grateful in an odd way.

"This whole thing is so embarrassing."

Josh grew quiet again for a moment. "Are you...ok, like, emotionally. Like you said, it was scary. Are you gonna be ok?" He knew that Henry would get the idea of what he was asking, would this cause him any trauma down the line?

"I'm gonna be ok, yes. It's better it was me and not the women he was after. We know what would have happened then."

And that was Henry Quinn. He'd take hardship if it meant that it left someone else alone. "You're an angel, you know that? What the fuck, why did I even ask? You're fuckin' Superman over here."

What he didn't say was that he was relived, and in awe of Henry once again in their friendship.

Henry reached over and took Josh's hand again, not unlike he did the night before. "Really though, I'm in your debt, thank you. I won't forget that you were there when I needed you most."

"You're always there for me, it's only fair. Always pulling my ass out of the fire. Like I said, you're my best friend. If anything ever happened to you, I'd...." He'd be lost.

"Let's not go there, nothing is going to happen to me. I'm not going anywhere."

He always seemed so steadfast in that fact. Like Henry had a secret no one else knew. He always had that pleasant smile, like he had his own private joke, and Josh didn't know how right he was.

Their eyes were locked for a few moments until both young men giggled and looked away. Then Henry closed the distance between them and was much closer to Josh on the bed than he was before. Josh swallowed. "What are you doing, Quinn---I mean, Henry?"

Henry produced the lip gloss, twisting the cap off. Josh watched with wider eyes as his friend coated his pink lips, which had Josh licking his own without even realizing it. "Henry...."

Then Henry kissed him. And it wasn't like the other times when they were just goofing off, or like the kiss to Henry's forehead the night before. This was a real kiss. And Josh could feel his softness, and the taste of strawberries.

"What was that for?" Josh asked, his own lips now shiny. His heart pummelled in his chest.

"For being my prince." Henry said softly, "For rescuing me."

"You don't have to do that just because---" But Josh stopped himself. Henry wouldn't do such a thing out of obligation. He had a big heart, and always liked to show it. It's not like there was no attraction between them, they both knew it. Hell, they'd jerked off together more than once. So, Josh didn't say it, thinking it was offensive.

"You're my best friend, you might even be one of my soulmates. I love you. You protected me."

"Shit, I love you too, man." Had Josh ever said that to anyone in his life besides family?

"So kiss me."

Josh didn't know what this would mean after tonight. But he knew Henry well enough to know that Henry knew him. He would never be a burden to Josh or ask him for something he couldn't provide. Even though Josh wished that he could. But he was able to provide this type of affection. To love Henry down and deep with his body the way he deserved.

"Yeah?" Josh smiled, once of his wide ones, full of teeth.

"Yeah." Henry grinned back at him, cheeks now flushed as pink as his lips.

He dove into him, taking his time to really appreciate those lips and the sweet taste. No one had ever looked as good in some cheap lip gloss, that was for damn sure. Their tongues tangled as both men moaned against each other.

Henry was only in a t-shirt and yet another pair of plaid boxers, so undressing him was easy. And while Josh had seen him naked before, even hard, it was never like this. He hurried to help Henry peel his own clothes away, then crawled mostly on top of him.

The room was full of harsh panting breaths, moans, and the bed creaking. They were both so full of need it was like the timer on this bomb had finally gone off.

Josh hadn't even really been with a guy before, not fully, but with Henry it was all natural.

Henry reapplied the lip gloss in between some of the kisses just because Josh was letting him know how much he loved it. Josh wanted to slip his cock between those lips.

Henry moved up the mattress and sat with his back against the headboard. He motioned with his finger for Josh to come forward and opened his mouth, parting his glass-like lips.

"Fuck." Josh cursed with a groan as he stood up on the bed.

Diving into Henry's mouth felt like fire and heaven at the same time. Maybe this is why he was an angel. Josh had a hand in his blonde hair and pumped into his mouth, pressing him against the headboard, fucking his mouth deep. He was amazed at how well Henry was doing, how controlled he was, how far he was able to take him down. "Oh, holy fuck...." Josh moaned, hard to believe he was getting the best head of his life, a full-throated service from his best friend.

After a few more thrusts he pulled his cock away and Henry actually chased after him. "Oh my god, you're so fucking good." Henry's face was messy with spit now, lips rubbed even pinker. He never looked more beautiful. "You're gonna make me cum like that."

This seemed to please Henry, though he didn't speak and only looked up at Josh with watery blue eyes. Those eyes with that little bit of brown in them. "You're so beautiful." Josh suddenly blurted, but he wasn't upset that he did. Not when it made Henry smile and look at him like he'd hung the moon.

Josh's now wet cock flexed, wanting more of Henry. "Get on your back."

Henry smirked, "You're not the boss of me."

Josh felt a shiver down his back at that remark, cheeky little fucker.

"I am tonight." And Henry got on his back with a quickness.

He kissed him again, needing to taste more of Henry's lips, but let his mouth travel down to bite and suck on his friend's neck. Henry moaned like Josh had pressed a button. "You like that, huh?"

"Yes, please."

It seemed like everything Henry said sent a wave of electricity through Josh's body. He was so honest in his need, so bold with it, with not a hint of shyness now. "You're so fucking smooth."

Josh had always liked that about Henry. He liked to watch him when he'd practice, the way his smooth pale skin glistened when he'd sweat up a storm in tennis. He didn't know why Henry choose to go bare, but he loved it. Josh was the exact opposite, and Henry seemed every bit as pleased by that too.

Josh had made his way down to Henry's nipples, sucking and biting, pulling a deep moan and curses from the blonde's lips. Josh had really found something here, Henry was obviously a lover of having a mouth on his body. The further Josh went the louder and more undone Henry became.

By the time Josh was giving Henry's thick cock a long lick from his base to his tip, the blonde was panting and his eyes near tears. "Please, fuck me, please."

"You don't want me to suck your cock, Henry?" Josh teased him and rubbed his hand up and down Henry's throbbing length.

"Yes, no, I don't know." He whined, "I need you, fuck me please, inside me, please?"

"So pretty." Josh said with a shake of his head. "Who knew you wanted this so badly."

"You did." Henry huffed, hand reaching for Josh's hair.

"You want a rubber?" Josh had to ask, maybe even just to hear Henry say it.

"For what?" Came his reply, which was accompanied by a little smirk.

"Good point."

Considering they both often masturbated in this dorm room, together and solo, there was lube, thank God. Josh clumsily got it from the drawer on his side of the bed and coated himself while Henry watched with hungry eyes.

Then Henry spread his legs and Josh nestled between his muscular thighs that were so silky smooth. He pressed his slick tip against Henry's hole, poking him gently.

"You want me?" "Yes, Josh, please, fuck yes." "You want me bad?" "Mmmmnhhh....fuck stop teasing me. Yes!" "How long have you wanted it?" "So long, please." "What do you want?" "Your cock inside me. Please, please, please." "Mmmm, good boy."

Henry whined at that, his body writhing a little under Josh's touch. Then Josh started to push into him.

He was like fire. He was so tight but took Josh's cock into him so easily and comfortably. Henry's greedy hole welcoming him in, Josh could feel the blonde flutter around him as they both cried out with curses and long, needy moans.

"Oh my fucking God, you're so fucking tight." Josh felt like he was going crazy. The inside of him, his walls, his tight little ring. No one had ever felt this good. Henry was hotter and tighter than anything Josh had ever felt. Henry had his arms around Josh's neck and forced him to push as far as he could go, until their bodies could be no closer.

Josh knew that Henry was sensual, but he hadn't been ready for him to be so....slutty. He swore, said Josh's name over and over like a mantra, begged for his cock, begged to be fucked. Henry talked more during sex than he'd ever heard him talk period. And Josh loved it. He was lost to him, mesmerized by him. Henry was chanting a spell that had Josh totally bewitched.

"Yes, baby, yes, you're so good." Josh praised him and fucked him. He didn't have a way with dirty pleading words like Henry did, but he could show him with his body. Give him all the cock he wanted and more.

Soon, he was downright plowing Henry's ass. He'd turned him over after a few more strokes and stuck Henry's pretty face down in their pillows and his ass up. Their bodies slapped together, the bed hit off the wall, Henry's cock was drooling onto the bed and he wasn't even stroking himself. What a marvel.

"Close...." Henry squeaked, having a hard time forming those words now that Josh was fucking the sense out of him. "I'm fucking...close."

"Yeah, you cum for me Henry, make a mess."

"Only if you fill me up." Henry panted, somehow having composure enough to make that clear.

"Fuck yes, I'll fill you up, gorgeous. Anything for you."

Those words, a bit of sweetness among the sex, pushed Henry over the edge. He came hands-free as he was pounded harder and his cum spurted and creamed the bed beneath him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Josh knew that Henry was a guy who shot a load, he'd seen that for himself those times when they'd watched porn together. But being the cause of that orgasm, and the shots of white ribbons of cum that came from him, was so much better.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum for you." Josh warned him, but was met with only more of Henry's cries and chants of 'yes!" and "please!"

Josh held his hips tight, pressing into him hard as his cock twitched excitedly inside Henry's tight little ass. "Ahhh....fuck, oh god!!" He spilled into him, breeding his best friend in the world.

They experienced those waves of pleasure together until they were both heaving for breath and ready to collapse. Josh kissed down Henry's spine on his way to pull out of him. "Oh my god, look at that." Josh smiled and panted, watching his cum spill down Henry's balls as he pulled away.

Henry whined, shuddering at the feeling of being empty now, but he was happy to be filled up with warm cum. He always did like that, and always would.

Josh climbed over and flopped next to Henry, pulling him close still. They were both sticky and sweaty, the room smelled like sex, and they'd made one hell of a mess with the bed.

"If that's what I get you can be a damsel in distress anytime, Henry, I'll be sure to save you."

"Pffft, shut up." Henry smiled and kissed him. "How do you feel?"

"I feel....amazing. You're amazing, holy fuck."

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself. I'm gonna be feeling that for days."

"We're still best friends?" Josh asked, there was tinge of hope in his voice.

"Always. Well, maybe a little more."

"Yeah, a little more." Josh repeated, but he was okay with that.

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