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He’s totally not panicking, absolutely not. Why would he be panicking, nothing to panic about, Alex just set the iPad down in the wrong place and now there is thirty- no, twenty minutes until he’s due on stage and he can’t just, go on stage without it. It’d feel, naked almost, nothing to do with his hands, he wouldn’t be able to control the stage without using the earpiece to communicate with those backstage. Most of all, he simply isn’t little Alex Horne without it.
It had been charged up in a locker overnight, it’s one of the first things Alex takes when he’s heading to his dressing room in the mornings, just a part of his routine at the studio. He had taken it out of the charging dock just under an hour ago and left it on the desk of his dressing room while he got changed and checked over by makeup, he was so sure of it.
As he’s running his hands through his short hair in distress, makeup is going to hate him, Alex completely misses the curt knocking on his door. The knocking gets more intense, but Alex is so wrapped up in his head, pulling apart his desk as he mentally maps out very location he’s been to the studio this morning.
“Alex, what the fuck are you doing, mate?”
Greg’s baffled voice snaps him out of his trance, turning to look at the man in his dressing room entryway, then down the floor as, in slow-motion, the drawer he was pulling apart pops off the runner and clatters to the floor onto his feet, “Fuck!”
Alex hunches down the floor, one hand a white knuckled grip on the lip of the desk as the other pushes the heavy drawer that’s squashing his toes. What he doesn't notice is Greg crossing the room, picking objects off his feet, humming a soft, “Jesus, what’s gotten into you?”
There are tears pricking at Alex’s eyes, the stress of the situation with his iPad, the pain spreading across his toes, and the pure humiliation of Greg witnessing it all just makes Alex want to crawl into a hole and forget this ever happened. He’s not aware of Greg pushing his shoulders, guiding him to the couch.
When Alex becomes aware is when after a few beats of Alex not fully recovering, Greg sits beside him, the couch dipping on Alex’s right, and his head being pulled into Greg’s chest. A hand is on his shoulder, keeping him steady in Greg’s chest, the other running softly through his hair, reaching down to wipe at few tears escaping his eyes.
“I can’t find the iPad,” Is what Alex manages to choke out after a few beats, it’s the reason he’s spiralled so hard and is in the situation he’s in now.
“The iPad?”
“Mm.”
“Alex, it’s right behind you?” Alex whips his head around, coming off Greg as they move apart from each other, Greg plucking up the iPad from in-between the couch cushions.
The only thing Alex can think of to do is laugh, a delirious kind of laugh at how worked up he got when it was right there. He turns to Greg, giving him a gap-toothed grin, “Thank you, Greg!”
Greg smiles softly back, but it turns into a smirk as he says, “Thank me proper, baby boy,”
A sharp shudder runs down Alex’s spine, eyes widening. They’ve never used terminology like that for each other outside of the show, he watches Greg’s eyes, waiting for him to laugh it off or give any hint he’s mucking around. He’s finding none so Alex does what he does best, and ‘yes, and’s at Greg’s request.
He leans up and pecks a small kiss to the side of Greg’s mouth, revelling in the sharp inhale it produces from Greg. As Alex is pulling away, Greg grasps the back of his neck and pulls him back in, pressing their lips together fully.
This is nothing like the gentle brush of lips they shared on the series, it’s intense, pressing into one another like their lives depend on it, but also tender and loving, pure sincerity behind it. It makes Alex feel whole and cared for.
Eventually they have to pull back to breathe, Alex bites back a whine at the loss of contact. Before Alex can timidly ask for more kisses, or what this means to their relationship, Greg places a hand on his knee beating Alex to the punch, “Hey, is your foot okay?”
“Ah, I think I’ll be alri-” The voice dies in his throat as Greg moves himself down to the floor, grunting as his knees make contact with the hard floor. He’s definitely going to feel that later. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re uninjured.”
Greg pulls the plastic slip on shoes off Alex’s feet, making Alex cling to the couch, as if he’s going to fall off. The silly socks are peeled off his feet as Greg inspects the area, “Let me kiss it better, just to be sure. Can’t have my perfect little PA’s work being affected by an accident now, can we?”
This time the whimper escapes Alex’s throat, as Greg starts pressing kisses into the side of his feet, inching their way up his ankles, then moving to the other side. Alex swallows thickly, hands moving to his suit trouser buttons, ready to pop them open for emphasis, “Shall I give you more room to work with?”
“Please do, Alex,” The look Greg gives him makes Alex want to melt into a puddle, pure heat running through his body. He unbuttons the trousers and shuffles them down, getting them to around his knees before Greg takes over, pulling them off with both care and urgency. He spots the black pants that Alex now sports due to Greg’s request, running a finger underneath the space where they wrap around Alex’s upper thigh, “Always glad to see you took in my suggestion,”
A shuddery exhale escapes Alex as Greg starts layering kisses up and along Alex’s legs, mixing in his tongue on occasion. A soft kiss to his knobbly knees, a tongue swiping up his thigh. Hands grope and squeeze every inch of skin Greg can touch, Alex’s lower body overwhelmed and loved by Greg.
The half-hard prick Alex had been trying to hide in his pants was quickly filling out at the sight of Greg on his knees before Alex, practically worshipping his legs and thighs. Alex twitches, hand attempting to sneak across and adjust himself to hide his erection from Greg. He’s unsuccessful, as Greg’s hand reaches out the second Alex’s hand makes contact with his cock. God, Greg’s hand is atop his own hand, which is touching his dick.
Greg’s hand flexes, making Alex squeeze his cock unintentionally. “Let me?”
It’s all Greg needs to say, as Alex nods his head quickly, “Yes, Greg, please,”
Which in turn, is all Greg seems to need to hear, his hand pushing Alex’s out of the way as he reaches in and pulls Alex’s prick out of his underwear. Greg’s hand dwarfs the poor drooling thing, making Alex whimper as a thumb stroke upwards, rubbing directly under the head.
There’s a hummed ‘Naughty boy’ when Alex throws his head forward with a sharp, ‘Fuck!’, the feeling of Greg’s touch alone, slowly dragging up and down his dick, is making him close to coming already.
When Greg starts pressing soft kisses onto the hot, hard flesh, tongue chasing the precum that’s leaking down his cock, is when Alex loses it. Muttered ‘Fucks’ and ‘Pleases', begging for Greg’s touch and mouth to worship Alex’s prick.
He whines at the loss of Greg’s mouth, but it turns into a moan as words start steaming from Greg’s mouth, “You look so pretty for me like this, Alex. Such a good boy. Your cock tasted so good, I can’t wait to make you cum, baby boy,”
Greg’s words matched with the hand pumping Alex’s prick finally take their toll on Alex, him coming with a low moan, whole body shuddering at the sensation. It comes over him in waves, toes curling as Greg milks the cum out of him, whispering a “Well done,”
Alex can only lay there boneless on the couch, preening as Greg leans over him and kisses the side of Alex’s mouth, much like he did mere minutes ago. “We’re on in ten minutes, get ready,”
Shit.