north star
by sharkfins “God, you know, I could stare at you all day,” he says finally. “I want to get this tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.” “Ugh, gross,” Henry says while scrunching up his nose. Even still, his cheeks flush. “Seriously, Hen, you look pretty.” Alex runs his fingers through Henry’s hair and places another kiss on his forehead. Henry bites back a slightly embarrassing excited noise and shoves his face into Alex’s neck and smiles into his skin. Hen. Alex calls him that all the time, but for some reason now it’s making something stir inside his chest. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he adds, running his hand down the back of Henry’s head and settles his arm around his shoulders again. Henry moves impossibly closer to him and looks up to meet his eyes. “Pretty, huh?” “Absolutely gorgeous.” --- or: Henry experiments with gender
