Was there anything more perfect than this? It felt like a scene out of a Rom-Com, the type that were guilty pleasures for him and which he would not apologize for at all-- being caught under the spray with his man (oh gods, he secretly thought that Alex was his? This would be embarassing, that is if the reality of it didn't feel so good).

"Well I actually want you every which way I can get you, Alex Claremont-Diaz." Henry said this honestly. On his knees, on his back, hovering over, backed against the wall, side by side, and here his mind started swaying toward the painfully domestic.

His arms snaked around Alex's shoulders and he allowed his mouth to find a very wet neck and then he was nibbling on it while Alex did absolutely distracting things to his back.