Fish

"No." Henry doesn't look up from his lecture notes, continuing to scrawl down something confusing about genes and biology. "We aren't getting a fish. Especially not a piranha, Kevin. Are you insane?"

I frown, flouncing down on our beat-up sofa and running my fingers back through my red hair, glancing towards the kitchen counter and hoping he doesn't see the fish tank already sitting there. He never goes in the kitchen anyway so I doubt he will, but if he finds Jeremy and Hammond before I have a chance to convince him to keep them, he'll dump them in the garbage disposal.

He glances up from our kitchen table, sighing and arching an eyebrow at me. "Don't pout like that."

"I'm not pouting," I mutter, doing just that as I roll onto my back, frowning. "I just want a fish."

Henry closes the spiral he's writing in, hopping up from the chair he's in and walking over to me, sitting on my stomach and running his hand up my chest, playing with the fabric of my t-shirt. "You remember that plant I got you when we moved in together?"

I glance over at the pot sitting on the balcony, the plant inside it slumping over, completely killed by the Texas heat. "That gay geranium thing that you bought from Home Depot?"

He rolls his eyes, nodding. "Yeah. The gay geranium thing that you stopped watering when I went back home for those two weeks. That one. Well, you couldn't take care of it for two weeks, Kevin. What makes you think you can take care of a piranha?"

"A piranha is actually like, alive, Henry." I roll my eyes, sliding my arms around his waist and pulling him closer to me. "A plant is just faggy and stupid and you can't play with it or anything."

"Okay, well, you can't play with fish either, Kevin." He shakes his head, moving out of my grasp and getting up. "Were you expecting to be able to teach it to roll over or something? I really question your intelligence sometimes."

"No, but it's prettier to look at than some stupid red flowers." I pull him back down on top of me and he looks mortally offended for a few moments before sighing, pressing his lips to mine slowly. I grin, hands slipping down to his ass as I tug him closer. "Can I maybe convince you?"

He arches an eyebrow, shrugging a bit. "I should be revising…"

"You can spare fifteen minutes."

"Knowing you it'll be more like three," he teases, biting my lower lip and smirking a little. "I guess I can give you a little bit of my time."

I grin, my fingers finding the front of his jeans as I fiddle with the button absently, dragging out the time as I nibble at his earlobe. "You better. And I know I can convince you to get a piranha."

"Mm, we'll see." Henry grinds his hips against my own, straddling my thighs with his legs before kissing me again slowly, lip piercing pressing against my chin. He moves down a bit, nipping at my neck lightly and smirking against my skin. "You better do your best, though."

I rub my knee against the front of his pants, hooking a leg around one of his and arching up into his touch. "You wanna run to get the lube or am I fucking you dry, hot stuff?"

"You won't be fucking me at all if you keep calling me stupid nicknames," he says lightly, pulling my t-shirt up all the way and kissing my collarbone lightly, nuzzling against my skin.

"Oh, shut up, you love it when I call you stupid names." I sit up a bit, pulling Henry further into my lap and licking his neck lightly, making him squirm a bit. "So… how about that lube?"

"I have a different idea," he murmurs, English accent shining through stronger than before.

I arch an eyebrow at him and he smirks, biting at my collarbone lightly and peeling off my t-shirt the rest of the way, lips trailing over my pale, slightly freckled skin. I shift a bit, playing with the clasp of his jeans and pressing my mouth to his neck slowly. "I love you, Henry."

He smiles against my skin, hands sliding down my chest as he pushes them past the elastic waistband of my boxers, fingers playing over my hips slowly. "I think you've gained some weight," he teases, undoing my jeans and propping himself up, pushing my pants down slowly. "Look at this." Henry pinches a little of my chub, grinning, and I roll my shoulders, shaking my head.

"Are we gonna talk about how I maybe gained five pounds or are you gonna suck my dick any time soon?" I say lightly, keeping my hands on his hips and my lips on his neck.

"You're not very good at convincing me to buy you a piranha," he murmurs, grinding his hips down and getting up off my lap, peeling his t-shirt off slowly before shimmying out of his jeans.

It's amazing how the smallest movements he makes can turn me on; by the time he's naked, I'm rock hard, my cock straining against the admittedly tight denim of my jeans. I tug him back into my lap, lips finding his immediately as my hands slip down to grip his ass. Henry makes a slight noise, indicating it feels good, and I grin against his mouth, pausing for a moment to take in everything going on. Even though it's just sex to convince him to buy a piranha, I still want to be with him more than anything.

My boyfriend kisses me for a few moments longer before pulling back and squishing our noses together, hands on my face as he grins at me. "You're the only person who does this to me."

"Does what?" I murmur gently, blue eyes locked with his green ones as I raise a hand to play with his hair thoughtfully.

"Makes me feel all weird and lightheaded when we fuck."

"You fucking someone else on the side, then, for comparison?" I tease, grinning before laying back on the couch. "I'm happy you get like that. I'm happier when you suck my dick, though."

He rolls his eyes, although he kneels between my legs obediently, undoing the front of my jeans and giving me a lingering look. I help push them down, which leaves me in only my boxers, and Henry massages me through the thin fabric before looking thoughtful, licking his lips. "Actually, no. You know what? You want a piranha, you can suck my dick for it."

I give him a look and then laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, babe, you're so funny. Now come on, my cock's rock hard and it's not getting any better."

He trails a finger over the bulge in my pants, giving me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry to hear that. But… I don't really care." Henry shrugs, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "You never give me anything. So if you want that fish, you're going to do it."

"I don't like putting cock in my mouth."

"You think I come home from school every day eager to stick your dick in my throat? No." He puffs his cheeks out, shrugging. "If you don't want to do it, you don't get your fish."

I sigh, rolling my eyes and leaning down. "Don't be a bitch."

"You're the bitch right now," he says lightly, watching me expectantly.

I run my fingers up one of his bare thighs, my own cock aching for attention as I grasp his, the tip slick with precum. Henry shifts a bit on the couch, spreading his legs, and I look at him for a few moments before dropping down, taking him in my mouth with little trouble.

Henry arches up against me and I lick the tip slowly, flattening my tongue against the bulbous head and sucking slowly, purposely drawing it out for as long as I can. He makes a slight noise, bucking his hips, and I barely save myself from choking, grabbing one of his thighs and pinning him down against the sofa. I pull off a little, lifting my eyes to stare at him and frowning a bit. "Don't choke me."

"I'll do what I want, thanks." He arches an eyebrow, reaching down and running his fingers over the hand grasping his cock, pressing the tip back to my lips. "Come on. You cum on my face all the time; I want a turn."

I sigh, going back down and sucking slowly, ghosting my fingers over his pale thigh as I run my tongue over the slit at the top. Henry runs his fingers back through my hair, biting the back of his other hand. "Mm… nnn, oh, god, K-Kev… please… I love you."

I hum around his dick, bobbing up and down slowly and then lifting my hand, pressing it to his lips. He takes my fingers into his mouth easily, sucking on them slowly and moving one of his legs, nudging my cock through my boxers and running his toe up and down the bulge. "Babe, you're so hard."

No shit. I flick my eyes towards his face and then pull my fingers, slick with saliva, away from his mouth. I press one past the tight ring of muscle, Henry gasping and pressing his hand to his mouth. "Kevin, ah!"

I pull off with a pop, sliding another finger into him and leaning up, starting to kiss him on the mouth but ending up with a hand in my face. "No, you aren't kissing me; your mouth was just all over my dick. Kevin, get off!"

I kiss him anyway, Henry opening his mouth in response and grinding his shin against my cock in retaliation. He pulls back after a moment, my fingers flicking across his prostate, and jerks his hips forward, staring at me. "H-how did it go from you sucking me off to this?"

"Magic," I mutter sarcastically, stretching him out before pulling my fingers out and licking my teeth. "All right, babe, you can either go get the lube or suck me off."

Henry gives me a long look and then hops over the back of the couch, running to the bedroom buttnaked and returning moments later with a bottle of lube. I reach out to take it from him and he shakes his head, shoving me back on the couch and sitting on my stomach, hand running down to my cock as he jacks me off slowly, smirking as his fingers click against my cock piercing. "Mm, I guess getting you off gets me just as happy as seeing you suck my cock."

He pours some lube on his fingers, rubbing it on my cock slowly and kneeling on either side of my stomach, pressing back against me slowly. I arch up against him, wrapping an arm around his neck as he impales himself on my cock, gasping slightly. "K-Kevin…" He runs his hands over my pecs, moaning a little bit, and I grip his hips, fingers tracing over his pelvis.

"Mm, I love you," I murmur, watching as he lifts himself up shakily before slamming back down on my cock, face flushed as he whimpers a bit, my cock stretching him out. I move a hand to grab his ass, the other grasping his dick as I begin to jack him off. He leans down, kissing me hard on the mouth and nuzzling against my neck a little once the liplock is broken.

"More… fuck, Kev, please…"

I nod, lifting him up and slamming Henry back down, my boyfriend arching his back as he claws at my chest. I grin, fucking him hard and feeling him clench around me, his knees digging into my sides. "You're such a fucking slut, Henry, you know that?"

"A-ah, yeah! I know…" He drops his head, his chin pressed against his chest, and stares down at me with heated green eyes, grinding down against me further. "I'm your bitch; I don't care! I don't care; just please!"

I hesitate, smirking deviously as I hold him in place, making it impossible for him to move any. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Y-yes, mmm, please!" he whimpers, pressing his hands to my chest and clawing at my skin. "Kevin, stop t-teasing and fuck me!"

"You gonna let me get a piranha?" He frowns and I grind my hips up, finger dancing over his cock and making it twitch. "What was that?"

"Yes! Yes, you can get your stupid fish just fuck me already!"

I grin, sitting up and pressing him back against the arm of the couch, slamming into him almost violently as he grabs me around the neck, crying out. He's so sexy, cheeks flushed red and eyes squeezed shut, his cock throbbing against my stomach. I move a hand down, starting to jack him off, and he arches off the bed, voice growing in volume as he grinds back against me. "Kevin! Fuck!"

"I'm d-doing my best, babe, hold on." I slam into him, Henry's hands tangling in my hair as he leans up, kissing me hard on the lips and running his tongue over my lower lip.

He doesn't last much longer, writhing under me and finally crying out as his cum spurts out across his stomach, staining his pale skin white. I pull out before I can cum, jacking off furiously and adding my own seed to the puddle pooling on my boyfriend's stomach.

Henry pants, running a hand back through his blonde hair and closing his eyes for a moment. "Kevin… god damn it. You better take care of those fish."

I grin, rolling off him and landing on the floor, worn out myself. "I will, I promise." I manage to get up and head to the kitchen, pulling the dish towel off the two separate fishbowls, one with Jeremy the piranha and the other with Hammond the glofish.

Henry manages to get up, stumbling after me and grabbing some paper towel to clean up. "I get to get a plant, though."

"Deal."

He slides his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, and I grin, kissing him on the cheek. The fish are so worth this.