[sequel to blizzards and broken boundaries]

E || 3.4k

“Fuck, baby,” Alex groans, his vision practically blurring because of the view in front of him; two months down, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever really get used to having this brilliant, beautiful man so desperate for him—Henry could have anyone. Literally. Anyone.

Henry is beautiful—and brilliant, and funny, and… he could have anyone. Anyone at all. Yet, for some reason, he’s here—with Alex; and that’s something he would never take for granted—ever, but especially with the circumstances being what they are. Alex knows that he probably didn’t do a good job of showing it in the beginning, but he truly doesn’t take any of this lightly—he knows what a risk Henry is taking, not only with his career, but also how much he has to fight his own personal morals in order to let this continue. Yet, he’s here, still—and… fuck, Alex is in love with him. It’s nothing he’s dumb enough to voice yet, or any time soon—but he does. God fucking help him, he does.

T || 7.8k

“I didn’t know,” she assures him.

“You suspected.”

“Not for too long,” she shakes her head. “But the past few years, you… you’ve seemed… withdrawn, and… I’ve been finding you all these wonderful women, but even the women you have found yourself… I must say, it’s seemed as if you’ve been…”

“…performing? Playing a part?” Eddie finishes softly when she trails off for a moment too long.

“Holding your breath,” she says, instead. And… oh… there’s the third tear, and fourth—the fifth one burning in his waterline as he sniffles again, flaring his nostrils in an attempt to keep them at bay once again. Holding his breath. Yeah. Exactly. God, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. “And your Evan—your Buck…” she says, then, the corners of her mouth lifting knowingly; Eddie can’t help but let his own do the same. “The way he cooks, the way he hugs Christopher, the way he looks at you? The three of you together?” she takes his hand again, giving it another squeeze. “Such a beautiful family,” she says. “So much love.”

E || 2.6k

“I never want you to shut up,” Eddie grunts, collapsing over his back, parted mouth landing against his temple, curls tickling his lips as he rails him just a little bit harder, still.

“Fuck, I know,” Buck groans again—loud, filthy, practically shaking apart.

“Wanna hear—god—wanna hear everything you got to say,” he grunts with a sloppy, messy kiss to his birthmark as the filthy clapping of their sweaty flesh colliding threatens to drown out the sound of their moans. “Always. God, I love your brain.”

E || 4.4k

The snow outside keeps falling, thick and quiet, like the world’s been wrapped in cotton. “It’s almost Christmas. You probably don’t know what that means yet, but we’ll show you. Lights everywhere, smells like cinnamon and chaos, Henry makes this mulled wine that’s basically a spell, and I pretend not to cry at It's A Wonderful Life every single year. It’s a mess. You’ll love it. Or you’ll hate it and make fun of me, which is valid. You’re half mine and half his, so you’ll either be angels or chaotic little smartasses.” Alex goes quiet for a moment, gaze drifting up to Henry’s face—soft with sleep, mouth parted just enough to snore; his lashes flutter a little with every breath—he looks like peace made human. “Your dad, by the way…” Alex murmurs, voice low and full as he lets his attention drift back down to his belly. “...is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Ever. In the world. He’s gonna roll his eyes when I tell you that one day, but you should know it now."

E || 2.3k

[addition to beneath skin, between souls]

“No real person would be this much of a greedy whore,” he says, and Henry mewls as he feels the gentle bite of teeth tugging his earlobe. “Knocked the fuck up, huge and round, carrying two of my babies and still spreading your legs as soon as I say so, that can’t be fucking real,” he continues. “Letting me pound you until you’re crying and telling me it hurts and you’re numb and then whining when I slow down, huh? You’re telling me that’s real?”

71k || [COMPLETE]

“Sorry, I don’t know the etiquette for accidentally hooking up with your favorite author’s boyfriend, trashing his life, being hired to work on his house, only to then become starstruck with the realization that he is, in fact, your favorite author.”

[Or: Alex gets hired to work on some wheelchair accessible accommodations for a Brooklyn Brownstone. There's just one issue.]

“I…” Buck hyperventilates, their arms only growing tighter around each other. They’ll bruise—but he doesn’t care; can’t care; he just needs to be closer. “Need to be inside of you.”

The thing is—Buck doesn’t mean it like that. Not consciously, at least; it’s just… the world feels so large, and so scary, and everything feels so vulnerable. All he can think about is the fact that Eddie is here, in his arms, and he can’t lose anyone else—he can’t; and he needs to make sure—needs to be closer, closer, closer. Needs to climb inside of him, and tangle himself in his organs to the point where he’ll never find his way back out.

Still—he doesn’t think he means it like that.

“No,” Buck gasps, clinging onto the back of his jacket so hard he might just be ripping it. “No, no you shouldn’t have, what-what if—I can’t, what if it was—what if it was you, or or both, I can’t—I can’t handle that Eddie, I can’t lose anyone else, Eddie, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, not you, I can’t—“