“C’mere,” he says, surging up to kiss Alex, and he’s putting his whole body into it now, sliding his hands down to palm at Alex’s ass as he kisses him. Alex feels a sound tear itself from his throat, and he’s following Henry’s lead blindly now, kissing him deep into the mattress, riding a continuous wave of Henry’s body.
“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a…daft pubescent fantasy.”
Henry hesitates, before finally sliding his phone out of pocket. He presses a few buttons and extends a hand to Alex, and quietly, “Your Song” starts to play from the tiny speaker.
Alex takes his hand, and Henry turns to face the chapel like a nervous postulant, his cheeks hollowed out in the low light, before pulling Alex into it.
The next slide is titled: 'Exploring your sexuality: Healthy, but does it have to be with the Prince of England?' She apologizes for not having time to come up with better titles. Alex actively wishes for the sweet release of death.
@rwrbmovie & @rwrbsource’s rwrbweek: day #2 | song
What would my father do?
Do I take a bite of the fruit?
I've heard other people say
It can't be right if it causes you shame
Have I made you proud?
Take a look at me now
If I've got my father's eyes
I've got my mother's smile
~ Fruit, Oliver Sim