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What started as an invitation to drinks whilst Alex was in London for fuck knows what, wound up with Greg in his car, driving back towards Chesham with Alex driving. He had twisted the invitation into a ‘come back to mine for drinks’ that they both knew Greg was fruitless to deny.
There was a gentle hum of the car on the road, the occasional whoosh of a car flying past them on the other side of the road. The heatwave hitting the country blasted the little metal box they were trapped in, heating up the car making the heat inside an unbearable stuffiness, even with the air conditioning and windows slightly ajar. Greg was fucking dying with the heat, stripped down every layer besides his t-shirt, shorts and crocs, and still sweating in the thirty plus degrees in the car. His forehead shiny with the sweat, soaked through the tee he’s wearing, he picks up the bottle of Fanta between them and chugs it, feeling the dehydration that comes with the heat.
“Oi, that was mine,” A glance to his right, which feels strange as Alex is almost always to his left, and he sees that Alex is in the same predicament. He’s in shorts and t-shirt, and whilst his isn't sweat soaked, there’s beads of sweat running down his forehead and face, skin flushed with the heat and probable sunburn from the general heatwave. Alex hands look the clammiest, tightly gripping the steering wheel while readjusting his fingers every few seconds as they stick to the warm rubber.
Alex turns quickly to Greg, giving him a wry grin before quickly turning his head back to the road, returning his attention to the road. God, Greg wants to kiss him. He must be going delirious with the heat.
“Took too long, mate. ‘Was thirsty, and your juice was just sat there for the taking,” He can see Alex's eyes light up, smile quirking it the edge of his lips. Analysing the microscopic changes in his facial features makes Greg feel crazy, seeing the little cogs whirring in his head as he thinks up a response. The obvious one about Greg being thirsty while he stares at Alex like he’s personally hung the stars in the sky, is a given. Neither of them takes it, the unspoken longing and affection they feel for one another an ever-present loom between the two of them.
“You owe me one. Now there’s nothing to drink and we have, forty-five minutes to go?”
Greg simply throws his head back and groans, an almost pornographic sounding noise, hand going to rub his tired eyes then running it down his face, grimacing at the sweat his palm collects. His nose wrinkles and face contorts into disgust. Alex must have taken the second to look over (maybe because of the noise? Greg shouldn’t be so hopeful) as he then hears that infuriatingly beautiful honking wheeze of a laugh at his expense. “Serves you right”
“Piss off,” The horrific heat makes it impossible to come up with a good comeback to that. His hand is wiped on a meaty thigh, as Greg closes his eyes and tries to push the car seat further back to stretch out his legs but to no avail, the seat already as far back as it can go. There’s a small grunt of frustration, as Greg shuffles uncomfortably, crosses his arms and tries to sleep the next half hour away.
Greg hates long car journeys for this reason, lack of leg room, too hot, the most handsome man that he has a complex relationship with. Well, the last ones not typically an issue, but it's certainly not helping matters. He needs to get his shit together before they make it back to Chesham, he’s having dinner with Alex's bloody wife and kids then beer in the garden until he passes out in the spare room.
After a few minutes of silence, he’s dragged out of his thoughts when Alex suddenly punches him, too gentle to do anything while calling out “Yellow car!”
Greg quirks one eye open to give him a, what he hopes is stern, look, failing instantly when he sees Alex’s cheeky grin. “Awful. I'm not playing your dumb children’s game,”
Is what he says, and if he sees a yellow car coming from the other side of the road and he knocks on Alex back, then it’s none of your business. It’s dumb and childish, it’s below them almost and yet it fills Greg with a warm fuzziness that spreads from his heart to his fingertips, taking no time at all to travel through his large body. Greg can’t help but watch Alexs's reactions, laid bare for him as his focus is too intently on the road, such a clear face of joy and admiration at the sheer silliness of it all.
They settle back in a tender and comfortable silence, more cars fly by, miscellaneous fields than go by too quick, the radio is a gentle forgotten hum in the background. It takes a few more minutes before either of them speak again. It’s Alex that speaks up this time, “I think Rach said she’d make pasta or something quick for dinner. Might need you to give her a call on my behalf when we get close,”
Greg hums, he has no option in being fussy when he’s been invited to dinner and beers and dinner. “Thank you for inviting me over” A pause. “And for letting me stay over tonight,”
“It’s honestly not a bother; you mean a lot to us” the ‘to me’ is unspoken. Although as Greg turns to look at Alex, Alex looks back, their eyes meet and there’s an intense yet very brief meeting of eyes, an electricity passing between them. Alex eyes must flick back to the road less they crash, but the encounter has passed, the heat of intensity moment between them, accented by the heat of the car. Greg wants to kiss him so badly.
“Thank you, Alex” it’s earnest and honest, he says it with his whole heart, and he has to look away, trying to refocus on the nature whizzing past. He can’t bear seeing if Alex is looking back, how he might gaze back at Greg. Would he smile back, would give Greg a look of pity? The ever present unspoken yet requited affection they feel for one another is boiling, and Greg is terrified of it spilling over, into their real selves. Playing the role of taskmaster and little assistant, he can do, Greg Davies and Alex Horne, the very, very real people, he cannot.
It’s too bloody hot in this car, Greg feels suffocated and it’s not entirely from the heat. He feels open and vulnerable in a way that's borderline uncomfortable. It’s not until he sees the trees pull in closer to the vehicle, as they’re pulling into the side of the road that the discomfort worsens. The road is thankfully dead but can’t fathom why the fuck Alex is stopping the car.
When Greg finally motivates himself to turn and look at Alex there’s such a surprisingly profound longing look about him. Shiny baby blues meet Greg’s steel greys, Alexs's mouth opening and closing pathetically as he struggles to form the correct words. They know the hypothetical true words to say, that they really should stop pussyfooting around one another, it’s a matter of addressing the elephant in the room.
“I do really mean it. You’re always welcome, you mean a lot to us”
And God, Greg wishes he could believe that. As much as him and Alex have chemistry on screen and off, that’s developed into a mutual unspoken affection for each other, Greg is more than well aware the man across from him has a wife and children that they’re literally going to see for dinner right now.
He’s brought back to reality by Alex reaching across the car, placing a hand atop Greg’s shoulder, gripping it slightly. The touch is like fire, both in how much he craves the contact but how warm and clammy Alex’s hand is.
“You mean a lot to me, Greg,”
The words ring and jingle in Greg’s ears, his breathing coming in short bursts. It’s probably the closest they’ve ever gotten to a true acknowledgement and likely ever will. Greg really fucking wants to kiss him.
Many things come in three parts. The first rule of comedy is that it comes in threes. Third times the charm. It’s the third time that exact train of thought has flashed across Greg's brain and like with all things that come in threes, it’s during the third time he thinks this, that Greg accidentally blurts it out. The raw feelings that are being expressed at this moment and combined with the disgusting heat fucking with his thoughts and inhibitions, make the words just tumble out of his mouth.
It's a moment of silence, the surprise and shock flashing across Alex’s face that give it away to Greg what he’s said. What Greg absolutely does not expect are his own old words to be thrown completely back at him, a cheeky “Oh do you? Come on then,”
Of all the random details about tasks, one liners and flirty lines Greg has thrown out between them over the years, it’s one of the few that’s never truly left his mind. Largely because that kiss never left his mind, one single moment between them in a charged yet scripted bit, literally changed his and Alex relationship in seconds.
Greg looks at Alex's eyes, flickering down to his lips, and back to his eyes. Alex has leaned forward with a determination mixed with some nervousness, it’s surreal, it’s everything Greg ever wanted, it’s-
Their lips touch in a kiss that’s full of fear, hesitancy, but hopefulness. The kiss is too much and not enough, Greg craves more, tongue and teeth, groaning and sweaty bodies. However, he knows he’s more than grateful to have the most tender kiss of his life from his sweet, sweet boy, even this feels like a dream. It hardly lasts ten seconds and yet it feels like lifetime, Greg never wants it to end.
They eventually have to break apart for breath and everything between them has changed. They’re barely inches apart when Greg reaches out and touches Alex’s cheek and pulls him back in for another kiss. This one is more intense, pressure increased as a tiny whine escapes Alex.
Greg has to lean over the car seat and twist uncomfortably but it’s the most exhilarating experience of his life. He’s disgusting and sweaty, kissing with every inch of his life. Greg's tongue presses into Alex’s lips, which open up without hesitation, tongues tangling with one another. The hand on his shoulder moves to the back of Greg’s neck, pressing them closer to one another. It’s a moment he always dreamed would happen but never thought it to be a reality.
When they break apart for a second time, Greg can’t help himself staring at Alex’s shiny wet lips, slick with the mixture of saliva between the two. There’s a heat coiling low in his belly, a beg, a plead, a something, is stuck at the tip of his tongue, unable to escape. Then another car flies by and they instantly jump apart from each other, very much aware that despite it being the side of a road, they’re very much minor celebrities snogging in broad daylight.
“We can finish this at home,” Whispers Alex. The flush is high on his cheeks, from the heat and the kiss, his eyes are begging Greg to agree.
“And your wife?”
“She’ll be delighted, I bet she can wrangle the kids out the house for us even?”
There’s a cheeky eyebrow wiggle, the deeper implications of what he just said rush through Greg a wave of heat. Between the humidity swamping the car and the sweat that's accumulated from their kiss, Greg’s brain is absolutely fried, and he can only dumbly nod. “Might need a shower first,”
Alex is pulling the car out and getting them back on the road, and hums, “Can’t be that thirsty, can you?”
Greg can only bark a laugh in response, little shit.
-
The remainder of the ride back to Alex’s is calm with an underlying charged energy. As they get closer, Alex makes the phone call to Rachael, who was more than eager to take the kids out for them to have some... privacy. Greg suspects she made a few choice words and phrases during the call because when Alex returned, he was as red as a cherry tomato, he raised his eyebrows which only made Alex blush darker and cough into his fist, ignoring Greg in favour of driving as fast as he could home.
When they enter the foyer, Greg is more than grateful to be out of the heat of the stuffy car, the cloying feeling on his lungs and body finally disappearing somewhat. However, the grateful feeling turns cool a swarming anxiety low in his gut. Having Alex how he always dreamed of is finally in his grasp and yet Greg simply both doesn’t believe it but doesn’t know how to act on it. It’s been far too long since he’s taken a partner to bed, and as someone as important to him as Alex, he wants nothing more than to not fuck this up for the both of them.
He doesn’t notice that he’s just standing there, as if fascinated by a sec of dust, overcome with uncharacteristic nerves, until Alex gets in his space, wrapping his arms around Greg’s neck. “We don’t have to do anything you do not want to, you understand that?”
The question lingers between them for a moment before Greg gives a meek nod, swallowing thickly before turning to look away as he mumbles, “I want to. Just, might need you to take charge, haven’t- I don’t want to ruin what we have,”
Even though he’s not looking, he can feel the frown radiating off Alex, the protests practically on the tip of his tongue, what he says instead though, “While I personally do not believe it will destroy our relationship, I am more than happy to take the lead.”
And fuck, Greg could melt, the overwhelming burden that comes with being the big man in every relationship Greg has ever had, is taken away. Because he trusts Alex’s wholeheartedly, he knows that Alex will treat him right and take perfect charge. While it’s on a largely subconscious level too, Greg knows and fully believes that no, this will not fuck everything up, and it will only enhance what they have, strengthening their relationship further.
There’s a hushed thank you, barely audible as Greg finally turns back to Alex. The arms wrapped around his neck pull him downward, and here they are kissing in Alex’s home, stuck in the entryway as soft wet smacking noises fill the void. Alex pulls away pulling Greg’s lip in the bottom of his teeth with a cheeky grin, Greg dimly wonders if there’s an indent left on his lip from the gap in Alex’s teeth. Two palms grasp Greg’s face, blunt fingernails scratching into his beard, as Alex fixes him with a firm look, “Go and prepare yourself in the shower, come and meet me in the spare bedroom when you’re ready, understand?”
“Yes, Alex,”
Another firm kiss is placed upon his lips, far too short for his liking, before disappearing down the hallway, likely to set up the spare room. A shudder of anticipation runs through Greg as he makes his way to the bathroom.
There’s a blind numbness to going through the motions to get ready, but when Greg finally takes a moment to stand under the lukewarm shower as it washes the sweat off his body, that will no doubt return within the hour, he can’t help but let his mind wander in the excitement, mind racing at all the possibilities that Alex may have in store. Greg opens his eyes that he doesn’t remember closing to stare in surprise at the prick between his thighs twitching and starting to stiffen with interest. Maybe that’s a sign he’s more than ready.
Greg slips out the shower and wraps a towel snug around his waist, barely bothering to dry himself fully, and tiptoes down the hallway. As he approaches the spare room, he can hear Alex shuffling around in there, and the nerves start to creep back. The feeling of home-wrecking, the self-loathing, the-
“Wow,”
As Greg is stood poised to open the door, Alex has opened it for him, eyes drinking in the sight, catching a droplet of water that’s rolling down his chest and chasing it until it dips into the towel. The look on his face is pure hunger, throat going visibly dry as Greg stands before him. There’s a flash of heat within Greg that overpowers the embarrassment of being openly ogled. Alex moves out of the doorway and pulls it open wider, gesturing for Greg to come inside, “I’m all ready for you, please, lay down for me,”
Greg shuffles inside, he’s slept in here before a handful of times, but this is radically different, he’s about to have sex with Alex fucking Horne, this room will never be the same to him again. He eyes the bottle of lube atop the bedside table as he moves to lie down, as if it’s staring into his soul. There’s a deep inhale of breath as he makes himself comfortable, still holding up the towel in the meantime, although the thickening cock beneath leaves little to the imagination and barely hides anything at this point.
Alex turns and locks the door, and Greg notices him taking a breath himself, and it actually calms his own nerves a bit, seeing Alex also riddled with some uncertainty about it all, but still pressing onwards, as it’s something they both desire. Greg also notes that Alex has changed, although there’s still some lingering beads of sweat on his neck and forehead, however as if sensing Greg’s nerves, Alex practically rips off his top.
Turns out he’s no better than his boy, eyes rapidly tracking every inch of skin he can see, from the goofy tattoos to the gingery chest hair and the soft belly peaking over the shorts. Greg wants to cover him from head to toe in kisses and love bites, to obsessively spread love to every inch of himself that he’s willing to give to Greg, and he doesn’t doubt for a second that he would offer nearly his whole self to Greg if he asked.
His attention is drawn back to the situation at hand when Alex gently tugs at the towel hanging on by a thread around Greg’s hips, a silent ‘May I?’ that Greg answers with a final steel of confidence then a sharp nod. With a quick expert tug, Greg is laid bare for his boy, he’s well aware his body isn’t the most desirable, but Alex’s eyes get impossibly larger as he drinks in the sight of Greg’s nude form, paying special attention to the centre of his legs. “You’re stunning, Greg,”
Greg wants to rebuttal, but Alex is clambering up the bottom of the bed, kneeling over Greg’s legs, and it’s certainly a sight to behold. His hands start at Greg’s knees, running his hands across then and moving upwards to his thighs. They grope and squeeze, fingers tracing patterns and words that Greg cannot decipher into his skin, there’s a kiss pressed into his left thigh, teeth trailing along. A choked groan catches in his throat, he doesn’t know how he’s going to survive tonight, especially when Alex whispers, “I love your big meaty thighs, Greg,”
He completely ignores Greg’s prick, which is growing and demanding attention now, after being lavished with so much love to his thighs. Alex’s hands run across his big belly, pressing kisses into it, leaning over his body in such a way it makes no friction to down below. “I love your Greggy belly,”
There’s a light laugh from Greg, an unspoken ‘What the fuck?’ which breaks Alex’s character too, a shy grin spreading from cheek to cheek as he has to bite down on his tongue to prevent the honks from escaping. The moment is broken, and it isn’t, Greg feels so alive, he honestly doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to share such a deep personal level of intimacy with anyone else ever again. He’s so fucking grateful that’s he’s been given the okay that Alex can share his most vulnerable moments with Greg too.
Alex’s hand reaches over to grab to lube, kissing Greg as he’s up there. Greg stares longingly into Alex has he pulls away, he must look absolutely debauched. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,”
And Alex grins again, all toothy and full of earnest cheek, as the lube is poured onto his fingers and warmed up as they rub together. Greg feels a little useless in this moment, but takes the opportunity to pull his knees up, chucking a pillow that’s propped against the headboard under his hips, spreading his legs open for Alex. His hands feel a bit useless, fisted into the sheets, but as Alex makes the first press against his rim, he finds that’s the best place for them.
The finger slides inside, halting for Greg to get used to it, but Greg finds his body twitching, attempting to rut into the finger, “C’mon, get on with it,”
“Sorry for trying to make love to you with tenderness,” Is what Alex huffs, as he presses a second finger inside and starts shallowly thrusting, not waiting for Greg to adjust this time.
A pathetic “Guh!” noise escapes Greg’s throat at Alex’s words and actions, the thought of Alex making “love” with him makes his head feel fuzzy with love and horniness, combined with the fingers roughly jabbing inside him with abandon.
It’s when Alex’s fingers start prodding around, at first a few small grunts at the sensation, then a sharp gasp and hips thrusting to chase the sensation when Alex finally nails his prostate. There’s a noise of delight from Alex, who exclaims something silly like, “Found it,” but Greg’s frankly not paying attention, body hyper focused on the sharp pleasure and intent on chasing it.
A third finger slides in at the same time Alex brings his other hand to press and rub against Greg’s perineum. The dual sensation of the finger’s thrusting in and out, pressing against his prostate on every stroke in, mixed with the pressure applied to his perineum makes him groan and whimper, head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying the raw sensations. His cock is so hard and straining, a deep red, begging for touch, he wants to reach his hand over, just a few jerks of his fist could make him cum so hard he sees stars, but Greg is also so desperate for Alex to fuck him, make love, whatever, he just needs to be filled.
“No need to ask if you’re ready, if you’re going to beg like that,” And wow, even Alex’s voice sounds rough, low and scratchy with arousal. Then it occurs to Greg his mouth was running, broadcasting his thoughts and begging for Alex’s cock. If his body wasn’t swamped with heat and so turned on, he would almost be embarrassed. Then Alex is removing his fingers, making Greg grimace and whine, which turns into a moan as the head of Alex’s cock is pushed up against his entrance. Greg nods his head rapidly, he’s so ready, so, so-
A guttural moan is punched out of Greg’s throat as Alex’s cock finally sinks inside, Alex’s hand’s place themselves by Greg’s head. Greg’s eyes inch open and he nearly moans again at the sight of Alex, worrying his lip between his teeth, sweat dripping from his hair, head hung over in an effort to stay still as Greg adjusts to the length and thickness of Alex’s cock inside him. There are little twitches as Alex’s hips stutter, clearly desperate to move.
Greg makes that decision for him. He pulls Alex down for a kiss, muttering into his mouth before their lips connect, “Fuck me, baby boy,”
“Please?”
Alex’s lips quirk, they’re breathing hot air into one another's mouths, a string ready to snap, awaiting the final pull from Greg. He wants to say fuck your pleases, but he’s so fucking close and needy, that he gives in, “Please, fuck me Alex,”
It’s the most exhalating feeling, as Alex starts thrusting into Greg steadily building up a rhythm as he gets more into it. Thier lips connect in an open mouthed, messy kiss, pressing up against one another, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. Greg grinds his hard prick against Alex’s stomach, lowly whining into Alex’s mouth in relief as he finally gets friction against his cock.
As Alex builds up a rhythm, slow but hard, hitting almost all the rights spots within Greg, he starts trailing his lips away from Greg, pressing kisses into his neck, beard, cheek, anywhere he can reach. Greg feels so fucking cared for, groaning and shaking as his body is overwhelmed with sheer pleasure. “Ahh-Alex, please touch me,”
Alex is too busy to respond verbally, nodding rapidly, hand flying down to wrap around Greg’s prick, roughly jerking it. The touch of Alex feels so different to his own hand, smaller in scale, tighter fist, unsteady rhythm but Greg can hardly blame the man, already multitasking like he is. It’s when Alex shuffles his body upright more to get a better angle to grasp Greg’s cock, his own, deep inside Greg, nudges against his prostate, lighting up Greg’s body from the inside out.
Once he’s found it, Alex hits the spot with near enough every thrust, hammering the spot until Greg is seeing stars, gasping with every movement. Alex himself is moaning and whimpering atop Greg, clearly so bloody close to his own orgasm but attempting to make Greg come first. His eyes are slammed shut, mouth open wide, hips getting jerky trying to get Greg off before himself. Greg bats Alex’s hands off his cock, thrusting it into his own fist so he can hopefully cum at the same time as Alex.
“You did so good for me, Alex. I’m so fucking close, can you come for me?” Is all it takes for Alex to bury himself to the hilt, leaning over Greg’s knee moaning and whimpering as he comes, emptying himself into Greg. The sight alone is enough for Greg, moaning low as he comes dry into his fist.
There’s a brief pause between them and then a slick squelch and a grimace from Greg as Alex pulls his softening cock out of his ass. He instantly misses the cock deep inside him but if this experience is anything to go by, he might be able to relive it sooner than later. Greg pulls Alex into his arms, he can see the frown on his face, but it morphs into acceptance, wrapping his arms around Greg, as they lay in bed, sweaty and naked.
Greg wants to lay here forever, snuggling with his boy, but the grossness of the sweat and lube and come leaking from his ass are getting unbearable.
“Shower?”
“Shower.”
As they amble towards the shower together, sweaty limbs barely distancing themselves from one another, Alex hums, “I think Rach said she’s getting us a chippy,”
“Fuck yes, give her a kiss from me, as a thank you,”
Greg says is nonchalantly, but is stopped at the bathroom door by Alex, up on his toes, pursing his lips expectantly. And what can Greg do but obey his boy.