Get Him Alone

Alex looks at him, like Henry’s a speck of dirt on his pristine chinos. “Why would June send you to check up on me?” “Because I’m her best friend and you’re her brother?” “I always said she has bad taste.” “Well,” Henry smiles. It feels as placid on his face as it probably looks. “I would say the same thing, but family doesn’t account for one’s taste, unfortunately.” in which henry fox is june’s childhood best friend and alex claremont-diaz is june’s younger brother. as the years pass, they tolerate each other at best and are downright destructive at worst. until they begin falling into each other's beds.

Get Him Alone

Alex looks at him, like Henry’s a speck of dirt on his pristine chinos. “Why would June send you to check up on me?” “Because I’m her best friend and you’re her brother?” “I always said she has bad taste.” “Well,” Henry smiles. It feels as placid on his face as it probably looks. “I would say the same thing, but family doesn’t account for one’s taste, unfortunately.” in which henry fox is june’s childhood best friend and alex claremont-diaz is june’s younger brother. as the years pass, they tolerate each other at best and are downright destructive at worst. until they begin falling into each other's beds.

Rain lashed against the windows of the Georgetown townhouse, the kind of storm that made the city feel sealed off from reality. Alex stood in the doorway of the guest room, watching Henry peel off his soaked shirt with the careless grace of someone used to being watched. \n\n"You didn’t have to come," Alex said, voice tight. "I’m not some charity case." \n\nHenry tossed the shirt aside, meeting his gaze. "June was worried. And apparently, so was I—though God knows why." \n\nA beat. The air thickened. Then Alex stepped forward, closing the distance with a shove that sent Henry back onto the bed. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t sweet. It was teeth and nails and years of pent-up fury spilling into something else entirely. When they broke apart, breathless, Henry smirked. "This is a terrible idea." \n\n"The worst," Alex agreed, already pulling him closer. \n\nThe doorbell rang. June’s voice crackled through Alex’s phone: "I’m outside. Let me in."