Love Knows No Crown nor Throne | oxo | closed

Henri's lips turned up as he got his way. With his foot, he pushed the unfolded laundry away from them. He wanted Félix's undivided attention, not focusing on the laundry. he knew how he wanted to use his five minutes. Perhaps he could even distract him enough to extend that five minutes. His lips brushed against Félix's neck, pressing soft kisses up to his jaw.

He moved his hands to circle around his waist and pull him closer to Henri if that was even possible. Henri raise his head so they were at an even height. He knocked his nose against Félix gently. The gesture was a question. Could he kiss him? He wanted so badly to kiss him. It was the only thing that seemed to give him serenity in these times. The drugs, the drinking, it was all to chase something that he could never seem to grasp. But here, with Félix, it was only a step away. It was so close he could almost hold it. He just needed that extra step.

Henri had been so opposed to being here. Fought it every step of the way. But perhaps, with Félix there, he might want to stay. He didn't care about the coursework or conforming to rules. But here, in this room, with Félix, Henri felt at peace. For this, he would stay.

Henri's fave lit up as he saw the timer. He was hoping for a couple extra minutes. He didn't expect to get double the time. He smiled at Félix, bright as can be. There was a small sparkle in his eyes. Nothing mattered outside of this room. It was only the two of them. And now he had ten minutes. He wasn't going to waste a second of it.

The second Félix nodded, Henri gripped the back of his neck and connected their lips. Henri was a little rougher than last time. Not enough to seem forceful or harsh, just a little more frantic. He slowly lowered himself down on the floor, pulling Félix to lay on top of him. Henri wrapped one arm around his waist and the other buried in his hair. He had a firm but gentle grip. Enough to make Henri's presence known but not enough to pull on any hairs. Perhaps it would have been more ideal and comfortable to lay on the bed but Henri hadn't thought of that until it was too late. They were on the floor and he had no intentions of letting Félix go.

Henri was almost like a golden retriever puppy in the way his mood kept shifting. He was moody when he didn't get his way and completely lit up when he did. Only in the safety of privacy. The moment they were in the company of the rest of the school, he would likely slip back into his closed off facade. He hoped it would deter anyone from talking to him. Henri didn't want to talk let alone be near anyone else than Félix.

Henri practically melted into Félix's palm as he cupped his cheek. He nipped gently at his bottom lip before kissing him again. His hand slid from Félix's waist down to grip his thigh and tug it up. He had ten minutes. There was a pot he could do in ten minutes. But as long as Félix was satisfied and wanting, he didn't care. As long as he still wanted Henri.

This was his happy place, Henri ultimately decided. As long as Félix was by his side he felt like he could conquer the world. This felt right, being pressed up against one another. Henrj felt like their bodies fit. They made for each other, at least for the time that they would have together.

With a swoop and a twist, Henri spun then around so that Félix was pressed to the floor and Henri settled between his legs. He had one hand against the back of his head to Félix wouldn't be resting back on the hard floor. He wasn't a cruel lover. He would make sure he was comfortable. Time was irrelevant to Henri. It could have been a few seconds or hours, he wouldn't have known. Until that blasted timer went off, interrupting them and a reminder that they did have places to be. Henri would rather shut away in the dorm but he supposed the food and drink were a necessity.

With a groan, he broke away and pressed his forehead against Félix's. He hesitated for a moment before sitting uo and pulling Félix up with him. He then proceeded to collapse back dramatically, glaring in the direction of the phone.

Henri had a brief pause I'm his glaring as Félix kissed his head. A brief moment he turned his head and smiled. Then it was back to glaring at the stupid phone. He would much rather spend his time in his room kissing Félix than doing any of his other obligations. But he knew at some point their stomachs would protest or someone would come banging on the door and dragging them off to their classes. Classes that Henri had no intent to actually partake.

After taking a few calming breaths and getting himself under control with a discrete fix in his pants, he stood up. He shook hos head around, hoping it would settle his hair some. While he didn't particularly care what he looked like at the moment, sex hair was not the move. He didn't want to hear it from any of the other boys. Not because he was ashamed but because it was something he didn't want to deal with. He also wasn't particularly in the mood to get into a fight. At least not yet.

He made no attempt to fix the state of his clothes. If he tried, it would likely end up in a worse condition than it currently was. Instead he tucked his hands into his pockets and said he was ready to go. If his mother saw him like this she would throw a fit. Appreances are everything. You're brother understood this, why don't you? And even when she wasn't there he could hear her voice in his head. How annoying.

"So what is so important that we can't just stay here?" He finally spoke. There was almost a bit of attitude in his voice, as if this was Félix's fault. I'm a way, it was. Félix was making them leave and go do some things.

Henri scrunched up his nose like a bunny would in distaste. He didn't like the answer he received, and while he didn't mind leaving for food, he had no interest in anything else. He would rather laze around his room and do a whole lot of nothing. He scratched behind his ear, the frown deepening on his face the further he thought about it. He didn't want to be around other people. He didn't want to hear their whispered about poor Henri and his dead brother. He didn't want to see the sympathic looks they gave him even when they didn't know he was watching. He didn't want to deal with teachers pulling him aside saying they were there for whatever he needed. Hebri didn't want any of that. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Can I watch you practice later?" Henri liked to watch sports, football especially. He had attended many premier league games and cheered just as loudly when his preferred team won. It was one of the few enjoyments he found in life and even so much so after the death of his brother.

Making a split decision, he ran over before Félix opened the door, grabbed his waist, turned him and kissed him hard and brief. It was over almost as soon as it started. He just wanted one more before they left. One more to get them through the day. One more to satisfy him. He pulled away with a boyish grin on his face. "Lead the way," he said and stepped out with Félix.

Almost instantly, his manner changed as they left the comfort of their room. His smile fell and his face became neutral, nonchalant almost. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and his head hung low. Though try as he might, he would never remain inconspicuous. It was only a matter of time before he was recognized.

Henri had to adjust his pants one last time. Perhaps kissing Félix right before they left hadn't been the best idea. He needed to himself back under control. He didn't regret it but perhaps walking would be a little easier had he not. Félix was doing things to him he didn't expect. He hadn't felt this way for anyone. Everyone else had just been there and available. It didn't matter with them. But this mattered. This felt like the start of something real. Something Henri would like to explore given the opportunity.

As they passed someone in the hall, Henri withdrew himself more, hunching and almost curling in on himself. He let his hair fall in front of his face. It didn't matter. They still knew who he was. He could hear them whispering already. It probably wouldn't take long until the entire school was trying to get a look at him. He wanted to turn around and run back to his room. The only thing that kept him going forward was the fact Félix was still walking forward.

He pulled further into the wall, his shoulder almost brushing it as they walked. His eyes were trained on the ground, on his shoes. And on Félix's shoes. He didn't want the boy to stop walking and leave him there looking like a fool. he didn't need to add that on top of everything else that was going on.

Henri's shoulders eased just slightly as they stepped outside. It didn't feel as crowded as the walls were caving in. There was a cool breeze of fresh air that filled his nose. He relaxed, just slightly. There was no one else in the courtyard thankfully but that didn't mean that someone might not walk out and see him. That was always a possibility. Being the crowned prince meant all eyes were on him always. He couldn't go anywhere without someone watching him.

Henri jumped as fingers touched his head. It had been the last thing he had been expecting. He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed Félix raise his hand. He lifted his head, almost leaning into Félix's touch that was over much too soon. He swallowed noticeably at his words. This is where he felt most vulnerable, being out in public and around others. So much reminded him of Phillippe. He could almost see his brother standing tall and waving to the crowd. He could see him speaking to the public about his love and determination for him. Henri saw him in the crowd with a bullet hole in his head. Henri shuddered at the thought, the sight.

Henri followed Félix as he walked along the path. Had he been another person, he would have offered to take the kit from him, give Félix a smile and a kiss. But he wasn't someone else. He was a prince, the prince. He couldn't do it. He couldn't be the man he wanted to be. So much had happened and so much had changed in such a small amount of time. As the prince, certain things were excepted of him. This was one of them. So his hands remained in his pockets.

Henri shrugged his shoulders at the question, keeping his head down. His curly locks fell in front of his face once more as his head bowed. He didn't know what he was into. Not anymore. Not after Phillipe. There had been many things he had enjoyed, including being his brother's shadow. He liked doing what his brother did. He enjoyed riding horses with his brother. He enjoyed watching movies with his brother. he enjoyed cooking with his brother. it was all about his brother. And now Phillipe was dead and all Henri had done since then was drink and take questionable substances and get into fights. That was what had gotten him here in the first place, in this school, to hopefully straighten him out.

So instead of answering Félix's question, he remained silent. There wasn't an answer he could give him. There was nothing now that he was into. His brother was dead and his lost of interest in anything had died with him. He should just abdicate the throne and let one of his sisters rule in his stead. They would be better at this. They were older, more mature, more knowledgeable. They hadn't fallen apart at the death of their brother. They had risen up and gotten stronger. Henri had only gotten weaker.

But he needed to say something. He needed to say something so that Félix didn't pester him. He didn't want to talk about his interests because everything reminded him of Phillipe. So instead he said, "Just you." While it wasn't a lie, he hoped the answer itself would fluster Félix enough to distract him from the conversation at hand or steer it in another direction.

Henri felt a sigh of relief coming as Félix became flustered. It had worked. He was in the clear. He didn't need to speak any longer. His relief didn't last long. Because he asked him the question again. His body tensed and his shoulders tensed. He didn't want to answer that. But he didn't see Félix backing off until Henri gave him something. So he said something he had already mentioned.

"I like soccer." And that was all he said. He had been an avid fan before Phillipe's death. Now he could barely bother himself to put on the game. He would watch if he was in the room or if he flicked on the TV and it was the first thing that came on. But he didn't go out of his way to watch it. He didn't go to games and cheer for his team. He didn't try to bribe the referee (It was one time okay!).

Henri looked down at his shoes, watched as he stepped on the fallen leaves. A soft, sad noise, escaped his lips before he could contain it. He was sad and this conversation was only making him sadder. Then he felt guilty for feeling sad. He shouldn't make everything about his brother. Everything shouldn't make him sad and remind him of his dead brother. And yet it did and he felt so guilty for feeling that way.