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Henry Fox has a massive cock. Everyone on campus knows, and quite a few people have gotten to experience the real thing. Because Henry - sweet, gentle, nerdy Henry - is a massive slut with an equally massive dick.

Alex tries not to think about this fact. Sharing an apartment with Henry doesn’t make it easier, though he’s found a solid pair of noise cancelling headphones that have helped a bit. He also tries not to think about the pang of jealousy in the pit of his stomach when he hears another one of Henry’s hookups stumbling in the door with him late at night. He’s not even jealous, really - he’s just in a dry spell. He’s busy with mock trial team and his TA position. So no, he doesn’t feel a deep sense of longing every time he hears Henry, bubbly and giggling from one too many shots, lead a man Alex will (hopefully) never meet to his room. He just puts on his headphones and gets back to work.

They’re at a party idly chatting in the kitchen when someone gets drunk enough to bring it up.

“HDH, what’s up man?” Some guy - either Nathan or Ethan, Alex can’t remember - shouts as he claps Henry on the shoulder.

“HDH?” Henry laughs a bit, though it’s hard to tell if it’s genuine or from nerves.

“Yeah, man! Huge Dick Henry!” As if it’s possible, Henry loses all the color in his face.

“Huge - I’m sorry, what?”

“No one’s told you, man? Everyone knows you’re packing. That’s why like half of campus calls you Huge Dick Henry! Come on, man, lighten up, it’s a compliment!” Henry does not in any way appear to be taking the nickname as a compliment. Alex watches the whole exchange from where he’s leaned against the counter nursing a plastic cup half full of Natty Light, so he sees as Henry quickly turns and bolts for the door.

“Yes, right. I’m sorry, I just need to step out for a moment. My sister’s calling.” As Henry sprints for the nearest exit, Alex is only steps behind him. He finds Henry perched on the front steps of the house with his head in his hands.

“Hen?” Alex makes sure to keep his voice calm and gentle.

“Don’t you mean ‘Huge Dick Henry’?” He laughs, this time clearly out of discomfort.

“I’m so sorry, Hen. That guy should have never said that - I’m sure he wouldn’t have if he was sober.”

“It seems half the student body has a perfectly fine time saying it when they’re sober, so.” There’s a beat of silence before Henry turns around to face Alex. “Did you know?”

He doesn’t want to give Henry anything else to grab onto and ruminate over, but he also doesn’t want to lie. “I’d heard it a few times in passing, but I thought you were in on the joke. I didn’t really feel like broaching the topic of your cock size over dinner so I just. Never mentioned it. I’m really sorry, Hen. If I had known it was like this I would have spoken up.”

Henry looks angry for a moment, then resigned. He motions for Alex to sit next to him, which he does. “It’s okay. I don’t know how I would have handled it if I were in your shoes. And clearly I was never meant to find out about it, so it was safe to assume that what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.”

“And now that you know?”

Henry thinks for a moment. “It hurts.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Alex shuffles closer to Henry.

“Knowing people talk about my body like that, I don’t know. It feels…gross? Invasive? And then it feels shameful, as if I’ve done something wrong by having the body I have. The incredibly thinly veiled slut shaming doesn’t help.” Alex expects Henry to at least crack a sarcastic smile, but instead he just looks so fucking defeated.

“How about we call it a night, huh? Pancake Billy’s and then a movie? I’ll even watch Notting Hill if it’ll cheer you up.” Henry finally smiles, real and warm, and he follows Alex out into the night.

Henry hasn’t brought anyone back to the apartment in three weeks. While part of Alex is concerned considering this is out of character for his best friend, he’s also weirdly totally cool with it. But he’s Alex, so he opens his big fucking mouth anyway.

“Hen?” he asks, looking up from his laptop.

Henry’s gaze doesn’t break from his book. “Yes?”

“Can I - can I ask you a weird question?”

“Why do I have a feeling my answer won’t affect the outcome?” his tone is light and joking, putting Alex at ease.

“Well, it’s just that like, you haven’t really had anyone over recently. And that’s cool! That’s like, totally whatever, it’s not even really my business, but it’s also like - not like you I guess? So. I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay or whatever.” Nailed it, Diaz.

Henry looks up from his book and speaks plainly. “Well, a good half the reason is that not only have I been bearing a nickname related to the size of my penis for the better part of the last eighteen months, but a non-zero number of people have placed bets on whether or not they could engage in a whole slew of sexual acts with me. So that’s put quite a damper on things.”

Alex looks utterly horrified. “Jesus, Hen, I’m so sorry, I would have never asked - ”

“It’s fine, Alex. Really, it’s okay. I was going to tell you about it eventually once I’d discussed it a bit more with my therapist.” Henry reaches across the couch to put a reassuring hand on Alex’s knee.

“And the other half?” Alex doesn’t register the words until they’ve already left his mouth.

“Hm?”

Well, he dug this grave and all that. “You said that was half the reason. What’s the other half?”

“Oh. Yes.” Henry suddenly blushes and his muscles visibly tense. “There’s…someone.”

Alex feels his face flush. He isn’t sure why. “Someone?”

“I mean, if I’m honest with myself, there’s always been someone. But now - well now it’s harder to ignore, per se.”

“And this ‘someone’, do they know?”

“God no, I doubt they ever will.”

Alex’s heart begins to race. “Why is that?”

“It’s…it’s better for both of us if they don’t know. They’re straight, at least as far as I know, so telling them would only ruin a perfectly good friendship.”

“He’s your friend?”

Shit. “Ah, erm - yes. A friend.”

“And you’re sure he’s straight?”

“He’s never indicated that he wasn’t.”

Alex very well might throw up. “That doesn’t mean he’s straight. He could be in the closet. Or not even know he’s - ” Alex stops himself just long enough to have some deep and profound realizations, “he’s into guys.”

Henry appears to have genuinely never considered this, all while seeming to be completely ignorant of Alex’s ongoing identity crisis. “I suppose that’s true.”

“So, you know. You could ask him. Or let him know in some way that he can come to you when he’s ready.” Instantly, the air between them electrifies.

“I should hope he already knows he can tell me anything.”

Alex hesitates, breathes, makes the decision faster than he can back out of it. “Good. Because I wanted to tell you that I’m bi.”

“Alex,” Henry’s voice cracks.

“And I know it took me, like, literal years to figure it out, but I - I like you, Henry. I really like you. And you’ve been through a lot recently and I don’t want to pressure you into - ”

“Alex.” Henry closes what little distance remains between them. “I have loved you since the day I met you, and I have spent the last three years imagining what this moment would be like while telling myself it would never happen, so please allow me just one moment to be in awe of you.” Tears are welling in his eyes, and he lets them fall.

“Hen.” Now Alex is the one in awe, bringing a hand up to Henry’s cheek. “Can I kiss you?” The question is almost a whisper.

“Of course.”

Kissing Henry is terrifying. It’s exhilarating and terrifying and so, so right. It feels more like a reunion than a meeting. He never wants to stop.

When they finally break apart, both of them instinctually get up, and Henry goes to lead Alex to his bedroom. Alex stops him.

“Hen, baby, we don’t have to do anything, okay? I don’t want you to push - ”

“Oh my god, Alexander, you cannot call me ‘baby’ and then do anything that doesn’t involve having several rounds of sex.”

“Got it.”

They fall into Henry’s bed making out and laughing, fumbling with buttons and zippers until they are finally pressed against one another with not a hint of fabric separating them.

“I’m serious, Hen. I’m not into anything you’re not into.” Henry smiles fondly and rolls his eyes.

“Well, would you be into me putting my mouth on your cock until you can’t remember your own name?”

“Very, very into that.”

“Wonderful. Lay back, love. I just want you to get comfortable and relax.”

Once Henry is hovering above him, this all feels very real, and Alex feels very exposed. “Um, Hen,” he whispers, almost hoping he won’t be heard.

“Yes, love? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just, um - I’ve never like. Been with a guy. In any way. So I think I’m just kinda nervous. I want this to be good for you; I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Henry’s brow is furrowed with concern, his eyes soft. “Love, you could never disappoint me. We go at our own pace and no one else’s, okay? We’ll do what feels good to us and that’s all that matters.” Alex feels like he could cry, which seems like an awfully lame way to kick off a blowjob.

“Okay, okay. I trust you. Just - go slow?”

“Whatever you want, love.” Henry leans down and kisses Alex so sweet and soft it feels impossible. He trails the kiss down Alex’s jawline, then his neck, his chest, his torso. When he feels Alex suck in his stomach, he shakes his head gently. “Relax, love. You don’t have to hide from me.” After paying some extra attention to Alex’s belly, he makes his way down to his hips. “Feeling okay?”

Alex is keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tries to take in every new sensation. “It’s good, it’s so good Hen. It’s just - no one’s ever been like this with me before. It’s a lot to take in.” He hopes Henry’s position between his legs blocks him from seeing the tear that escapes before he can wipe it away.

“You’re doing beautifully, love. Just breathe, okay? Let me know if you need to stop. You’re being so good, love.” Alex just nods in response.

Henry kisses the inside of Alex thighs until he feels the muscles relax beneath his lips. Then, he takes Alex in his mouth, all the way down, in one smooth motion. He pulls pack languidly and almost releases him before repeating the routine. He pulls out every trick he has, pushes every button just to see which ones make Alex squirm the most.

Alex, for his part, is already halfway out of his body. He barely makes a sound save for his heavy breaths and a few quiet moans of pleasure. He’s not sure he could say a word, so much as shout or scream, even if he wanted to. That part of his brain has long since gone offline.

He gains a shred of consciousness just long enough to choke out, “close”, and then he’s coming down Henry’s throat as his vision whites out. He can’t be too sure what happens after that; he senses the weight on the mattress shifting and a warm body pulling him in close.

“You did so beautifully, love. You were so, so good. Take your time. I’m right here for you, love.”

“You cannot sweet talk me like that right after sucking my fucking soul out through my dick.” Henry let out a warm laugh from deep in his belly as Alex turned around and pulled him into a deep kiss. “My turn, baby.”

Henry suddenly turned pink as a peony, eyes shifting in every direction but Alex’s. “You really don’t have to, Alex, it’s fine.”

“Hey, baby, look at me. I just want to make you feel good, okay? Can you tell me what’s got you so shy all of a sudden?”

“Well, you see, the nickname didn’t exactly come from nowhere. And for some people, my, erm, anatomy, as it were, can range from mildly intimidating to a complete dealbreaker.”Alex hears all the shame and fear and insecurity that goes unsaid, kissing Henry on his forehead.

“Every piece of yourself that you give to me is a fucking gift, got that sweetheart? Everyone who has ever made you feel guilty or ashamed or insecure for something completely out of your control had absolutely no right to do so. Now, if it would make you more comfortable to wait a while before jumping into blowjobs, I would be just as thrilled to have my hands on you - but only if that’s what you want.” Henry’s eyes watered and he briefly wondered if he had ever cried tears of joy during sex before.

“I think I might actually like that for now. Just because I know I’ll be overthinking it too much to enjoy your mouth, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay, baby.” Alex kissed Henry slow and deep, almost syrupy sweet as he ran his hands down Henry’s body. When he reached his pelvis, he waited for the go ahead before taking Henry in his hand.

“You feel amazing, baby. Your cock is so pretty. So perfect and dripping just for me.” Every word made the fire in Henry’s stomach grow, made him cling tighter to Alex. He felt Alex’s thumb run over his slit and cried out, rolling his hips into Alex’s hand.

“I got you, baby. Take what you need. You can let go, baby, I got you.”

Henry comes with a tear stained laugh and Alex wants to bottle the sound and tuck it away for safekeeping. Both Henry and Alex’s chests and stomachs are marked with cum, which Alex takes the liberty of carefully wiping down with a warm washcloth. He climbs back into the bed with Henry and tangles them together like knotted thread.

“Thank you, Alex.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“It’s - it’s been a while since I’ve felt that comfortable in my body. I know what everyone thinks, but I don’t exactly have a great track record when it comes to…attentive and caring partners. And to say you are attentive and caring is an understatement.” Henry gets that timid look again, like he’s holding on desperately to every word before he lets it escape his mouth.

“It’s an honor, baby. I’m serious. Thank you for letting me in and letting me take care of you.” He pulls Henry into yet another kiss, this one soft with no expectations of taking it further. If Henry wants more, he’ll take more.

Instead, Henry pulls away for a moment. “Um, I feel quite foolish asking this after our, erm, recent activities, but are we - ”

“Boyfriends? Yes, absolutely. I texted June when I got up to get the wash cloths.”

Henry rolls his eyes affectionately. “You’re a menace to society.”

“And you love me for it.”

“That I do, against my better judgement.”

“Kiss me?”

“Always.”