Chapter Text
Henry knew this was a bad idea. Even if the guy was hot, even though this was the man of his wet dreams, this was such a an incredibly stupid, horrific idea.
But Alex’s smile was so bright, it blinded Henry. Hypnotized him even.
Henry was just taking a walk. He was bored, lonely, and he happened to see Alex’s Frat house having another wild party. Henry didn’t live too far from it, just down the road, a bit of a walk away.
He was always curious as to what these parties would be like. Not that he was a party person, far from it. Percy would have a field day if he knew what Henry was doing right now.
Alex was still dragging him down the hallway, his deep belly laugh echoing all around them, the noise of the party fading away.
Henry kept his head down, his blue eyes burning into Alex’s large, knobby knuckles, strained from clutching his wrist as he dragged him along. He had a feeling he knew exactly what was about to happen.
A frat boy wouldn’t be dragging someone away unless they wanted to fuck them, right? That’s what all the movies showed. Henry tugged at his collar nervously.
The thing is, Henry as very sheltered growing up. So movies was how he viewed the world. Not literally, but who doesn’t compare real life to fantasy?
Or the books he reads. On campus, Alex would jump him whenever Henry tried to read in peace, and Alex would good naturedly poke fun at him for being such a book worm, or even a nerd.
And now Alex shoved him into his room.
Henry gasped at the dim dorm room, and his whole body stiffened as he felt Alex’s lips in his ear whispering, “Don’t worry, I got lucky enough not to share a room with anyone. No one will disturb us…”
Swallowing a frog in his throat, Henry stammered, “O-Oh, um jolly good then.”
Alex’s deep throated laugh roared behind him. “Did you just say, jolly?! Oh my God, you’re so fucking British!” Alex used his large hands to turn Henry around, his honey brown eyes glazed. “I love it…”
“T-Thank you,” Henry gulped as Alex’s face got closer to his. Henry stayed deathly still as Alex kissed his cheek. It might be Henry’s imagination, but Alex now seemed almost… Shy?
“You’re blushing,” Alex murmured, his thick finger brushed gently down Henry’s crimson cheeks. Then Alex hugged him. “Don’t be nervous… I’m not gonna hurt you…”
Oh yes you will. You’re gonna ruin me…
Henry decided to keep that to himself. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, even though he knew what was going to happen.
Alex was going to fuck him, and break his heart. That’s what frat boys do. All they want to do is have fun.
But for Henry this isn’t fun. Hell he’s never even had sex before. At 23 years old, he’s still a virgin.
It’s not like he’s never done anything. He’s kissed, and even given handjobs before. But then one day his grandfather caught him, he beat Henry so bad, Henry was terrified to even look at another boy, let alone touch them.
A decade later, Henry had run off to America with the money his dad gave him after his death, and Henry was determined to fucking live.
As Alex gently removed Henry's clothing, Henry thought about how normal this is. This is what men his age should be doing. Having casual sex; a good time. It’s normal.
“Here baby, get on the bed,” Alex gently herded Henry on the mattress that was thankfully clean, and Henry shyly laid down on it.
Henry was a bit surprised how gentle Alex was being. Weren’t frat boys usually rough? He thought Alex was going to throw him around like a sack of potatoes, and rip his clothes off.
“Are you ok? You’ve been all quiet,” Alex had taken off most of his clothing too. They both just had their boxers on. Alex’s were a simple black, and Henry’s were blue.
Henry gripped the bed sheets, biting his lip. “Oh, sorry, just a lot on my mind…”
“Like what?” Alex laid on top of Henry, his hot skin warming Henry’s up, his body hair tickling Henry’s sensitive skin.
“U-Uh, I don’t know…” Henry held in a moan when he felt Alex’s large hands grips his thighs, squeezing them, wrapping them around his hips.
“You don’t know?” Alex laved his tongue along Henry's milky throat. When a whine escaped Henry, Alex groaned, “Fuck, I wanted to do this for such a long time…”
“R-Really?” Henry hated the hope blooming in his chest.
“Fuck yeah,” Alex grunted. Alex ripped of their boxers and grinded himself on top of Henry, making the blond mewl underneath him.
Holy hell, Henry felt so free! He cursed himself for missing out on this. Alex’s hot, strong body felt so good against his! Alex laved his tongue all over Henry, he even put his mouth on Henry’s dick! Henry moaned and twisted his slender fingers into Alex’s thick curls.
Then Alex, being the cheeky bastard his is, pulled away before Henry could cum, chuckling at the pout on Henry’s face. Alex rifled through his desk drawer for a condom and some lube, Henry’s heart jolting in his ribs.
“It’s gonna be ok baby, relax,” Alex kissed Henry’s cheek gently as he fingered Henry open, hell he even put his tongue in Henry’s ass, making Henry nearly scream when he hit that spot...
When Alex finally pressed his cock into Henry, Henry was a wreck. Sweat built down his head, his whole body cherry red, and he breathed through the pain…
“Are you ok?” Alex had stopped, his own face drenched in sweat, clearly fighting himself to pause. “I-I’m sorry-”
“No! Keep going, i’m fine…” Henry grinned up at Alex, then he kissed Alex’s cheek. “Just… Go a little slower please…”
Alex nodded his head, patiently waiting for Henry to adjust, kissing all over Henry’s crimson face, placing his lips over Henry’s swollen ones, pressing his tongue inside, making Henry moan…
And then Alex just slipped inside in one go.
Henry’s jaw opened, his back arched, taking the man’s tongue, and cock deeper inside him.
All there was in the world was Alex in that moment, and for once, Henry’s brain had shut off, and his heart and soul turned all the way on.
Feeling that thick cock sliding in him felt so damn good. Alex went very slow at first, and Henry greatly appreciated it.
The he begged for more… Faster…
And Alex obliged, licking and nibbling on Henry’s neck, then he sat up and gripped Henry’s haunches as he angled himself-
Henry erupted.
So this is why the French call orgasms la petite mort (the little death) It really should be called renaissance (rebirth).
Henry could feel Alex’s cock twitching inside of him, knowing Alex was cumming into the condom, wishing that blasted thing was gone so he could feel Alex’s hot seed inside of him. Alex’s face scrunched up in pure bliss was worth the night alone.
Henry wondered what he looked like…. Well, he was too high on the afterglow to care…
Alex collapsed on top of Henry, breathing heavily like he just ran a marathon. As Alex heaved on top of Henry, Henry had the most dopey, blissed out smile on his face. He had some energy to press tired kisses to the side of Alex’s face, to his thick curls.
Henry placed his lips in Alex’s ear. “Thank you…”
There were so many things Henry had wanted to say, but he was too spent for anything more eloquent.
Alex carefully pulled out and rolled to Henry’s right side, his back to him. Henry was about to turn over and spoon him-
“You can go now.”
Ice water would have been warmer than those words. Henry blinked as he stared at Alex’s back.
What…
Alex cleared his throat, still not looking at Henry. “I said you can go now. My girlfriends coming over.”
Henry’s jaw nearly unhinged itself from his jaw.
His heart, plummeted and shattered against his ribs. Words shredded themselves in his throat as he tried to speak, but they wouldn’t come out.
He needed to scream, but his voice vanished.
Henry sat up slowly, still in a daze, noticing a glow coming from Alex. Oh, Alex is on his phone. From what Henry could see, Alex was texting someone. Asking them to come over.
So Alex wasn’t joking.
Henry hissed as his bum flared up, so he quickly stood up, wincing as he realized that wasn’t smart. He should rest, but he never wanted to flee a room more in his entire life.
Clothes were thrown everywhere, and the longer it took to get dressed, the more embarrassed Henry became. Alex still wasn’t looking at him, and tears blurred Henry’s vision as he hastily put on his pants. He couldn’t find his underwear, but fuck it.
Henry ripped open the door and ran out of there like his life depended it on it. Thankfully, nobody was looking at him, but he did notice this blonde girl, who looked stunning, going in the direction of Alex’s room.
Henry elbowed peopled out of his way, uncaring how rude it was, and once he felt the cool night air, he sped down the street, running and running and running-
Oh god-
“Blegh!” Henry dropped to his knees by some bushes and puked hi guts up. HIs whole body shook violently, his eyes burned, and his arse hurt.
He must have passed out, because the next time he opened his eyes, the sun was up, just over the horizon. Moans wheezed out his lungs as Henry dredged himself up, and carried on to his house, with a god awful limp, and his backside flaring up again.
Finally back inside his house, Henry collapsed onto the couch face first so he wouldn’t hurt his rear again. God, he was never going to bottom ever again…
Cringing, Henry realized he never wanted to have sex ever again. In the moment it was awkward and painful at first…
And then it was pure, perfect… blissful.
Euphoric.
Earth shattering.
Life changing.
Something changed inside him.
“You can go now…”
Henry flinched as if he had been struck. The afterglow had been ripped away from him.
Alex had shunned him. Rejected him, for some blonde girl.
His girlfriend apparently.
Gossip wasn’t something Henry indulged in, but he had never heard of Alex being commited to someone. Since fucking when?? It was rumored that Alex would fuck a different girl all the time, not that he as seeing someone. When did it even happen? Henry would have known, he always kept his ears up whenever Alex was mentioned in passing on campus.
Henry sure as fuck wouldn’t have let Alex take him to bed if he had known, that’s for damn sure. It made no bloody sense!
And on top of it all, Alex was a cheater… Henry was a homewrecker!
The thought brought more tears to Henry’s blue irises. That poor girl, she didn’t even know…
Does Alex love her? Did he feel guilty for cheating on her with a man?
Henry trudged up the stairs so he could take a shower and wash all of the dirt, sweat, and cum off of him. Images of last night flooded his senses, images of Alex's beautiful face, long eyelashes, and his glorious thick cock-
Henry could still taste him…
“Argh…” A painful cry ripped from Henry’s mouth as he sobbed in the shower, his body collapsed to the ground, hugging himself. The water turned cold as he sobbed harder. He finally had the presence of mind to turn off the water, climb out, and collapse on his bed.
As he lay face first, Henry wondered if he deserved this. His grandpa had always said that his homosexual nature would ruin him one day. Is this what he meant?
Henry knew he passed out again. The sun was much lower now, and he was still naked. Henry blushed as he could see his skin mottled with hickies and even some scratches and bite marks.
They would fade. Physically anyway. The pain in his arse was still there. Maybe because it was Henry’s first time.
Oh yeah, it was Henry’s first time. He lost his virginity to a Frat boy. At a college party.
Dread filled Henry. This was not how he wanted to lose it. He always pictured it to be more romantic then on a messy bed with bongs and dirty magazines next to it, the place reeking of weed and beer, trash everywhere.
Well, Henry hadn’t noticed all that until Alex told him so cruelly to leave. Alex didn’t even look at Henry afterwards. Was the sex that bad?
“Oh-” Henry slapped a hand to his mouth. Was that why Alex had kicked him out? Did he sense Henry’s inexperience, and decided he wasn’t worthy? Was he going to tell all of his frat buddies? Was he laughing at Henry right now?
Was Alex’s girlfriend laughing too? Was she in on it?
Oh god, what if it was one of those horrid sex challenges that Frat boys love to do? Henry would see it on the schools website, even posters of Frats challenging each other to such nasty sex games, like fucking on the stairs and not getting caught, or who could fuck the most cheerleaders in one week.
Sometimes, the challenges wouldn’t be so public. Frat boys would make bets with each other silently all the time, like trying to fuck the quiet girl in the library, getting bragging rights; happy that they ‘broke’ her.
Henry remembers hearing about it after he saw that poor girl crying her eyes out, one of the boys in Alex’s Frat bragging about ‘nailing’ her, uncaring that she found out about the bet, all the Frat boys laughing about it. She left the school after that.
Henry felt sick to his stomach. Maybe Henry was the new sucker now. The new Fool to fall for a Frat boys charm, something for them all to laugh at.
It would make sense. Why else would Alex bother him for all this time? Henry had been going to the school for two years, had enrolled late, and he pined after Alex silently for all that time. When Alex had barreled into him one day, the man wouldn’t leave Henry alone. Always teasing him, inviting him out, stealing Henry’s snacks, but giving him treats to make up for it. Being a sweet little shit in that way that would make anybody fall for him.
And Henry feel for it alright. Hook line and sinker.
Curling up in the fetal position, Henry cried some more. He had classes the next day, but there was no way in hell he was going to go outside. He would email his professors that he would be doing work inside. Maybe. Or he could just wallow in self pity some more.
He didn’t want to run the risk of running into Alex. That always happened whenever Henry ventured outside, like Alex was waiting for him…
Preying up on him…
Hunting him…
And just like a gluttonous Hunter, once he killed his prey and ate it, he spat out the remains and would now be on to the next hunt…
After all, who wants something that’s
ruined
…