Prince Charming's Prince Charming

Alan's rough, calloused fingers drug slowly down Henry's arm, inducing chills that seemed to run from the point of contact to even the darkest corners of his bored soul. Their skin was so different, reflecting their personalities oh so well. Alan was wild, rough around the edges, unpredictable. Henry was soft, delicate, unscathed. It was like an injection of heroin to an addict. One could compare the feeling to an artist splattering paint of all colors onto an empty canvas, reds mingling with grays and golds spilling onto purples. The blues reflected from his eyes in a way that they never had before. Coursing through his veins was how red contributed to the painting that was taking shape in the prince. A heart, green with envy of anyone who had been given the pleasure to feel this beautiful touch before him, pounded in his chest. His thoughts were filled with the color orange, to match the man in front of him. His whole body was frozen whilst a Mona Lisa was painted inside his body, making him beautiful. In that moment, he felt beautiful, and it was wonderful.

Alan continued the soft action of dragging his fingers over Henry's soft skin, his eyes following the rough pattern of his fingers, as they slowly explored the other man's hand as if almost fascinated. His skin was so smooth, so delicate. He couldn't help but grin, ever so slightly. The corners of his lips slowly curving upward, as his eyes continued to stare at their hands. He couldn't stop himself, as hard as he tried. It was just impossible. He didn't want to pull away; cease touching the prince. His index fingers slowly went closer and closer to his palm, until he slowly began to trace the lines inside his hand, going so soft he almost wasn't touching him. His other fingers followed, all slowly craving to touch the other man. His eyes finally ripped away from the scene, slowly landing on Henry, catching a glimpse of his oh so perfect face, a smile still present on his lips. It was all so perfect, and didn't want the car ride to end.

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The limo stopped abruptly in front of a giant building -- one that resembled a finger reaching into the blue-gray abyss that was the sky. The sudden halt made Henry grab at the door out of surprise. The cabby leaned around the seat and said, "That'll be seven pounds, lad. Be glad I'm not charging you extra for the G-rated sexual tension going on back there..." Henry felt that embarrassed flicker of blush flame across his cheeks as he handed the cabby a few notes that would cover the cab fare, shoving the papers into the gruff man's hand.
"Let's go, yeah?" Henry mumbled to Alan, clambering out of the car in somewhat of a hurry. He didn't want to hear the cabby's friendly but teasing chuckle at the way the prince was rushing himself and his companion. It was sort of endearing to see someone with such a high class being degraded to a mess of nerves and embarrassment.
Henry was standing out on the street, his eyes angled up towards the sky where the clouds were speedily encroaching. He knew that they held masses of rain and was eager to get inside before the floodgates were opened. Sure, he loved rain, but he wasn't too fond of the idea of his leather jacket getting ruined. He loved his jacket too much, and he was on a date. The rain would ruin his hair, and he'd rather look good in front of Alan. He'd already made quite an ass of himself on this date.

Alan found himself grin a little at that, for whatever reason. He wasn't too embarrassed about it, more so finding it a tad entertaining. He also found the blush that quickly spread on Henry's cheek utterly adorable. The little chuckle to cabbie gave only made him snicker, watching as the prince before him rushed from the car in such a flustered manner. Dammit, this man was adorable. He followed the other man, getting out of the cab, trying to keep up with him. Once the door was shut, and the car was soon out of sight, Alan looked over at Henry as he peered at the sky. He took the moment to just look a him. Admire his features while Henry did.... well whatever he was doing. His eyes trailed along his jaw, down to his lips, then his adorable nose, and then to his amazing eyes. A small smile was still on his lips from before, just savoring this warm moment.

"Well, it's gonna rain. That might ruin my plans..." his lips pulled down into a gentle pout that looked absolutely adorable on him. Then he turned his attention to Alan and said, "We can still go up for a few minutes if you want. If not, we can walk somewhere else. I don't really know where anything else is, though." He hoped that he wasn't babbling to Alan. It felt sort of awkward, the prince standing in front of the business building with an indie music star. He chewed at his bottom lip while he waited for Alan to respond to his options. He really wanted to go up to the roof with Alan because it was his favorite place to go, but he wasn't going to make him go anywhere.