Henry and David go out drinking. They just didn't expect to finish the night as they did.


Charming Believer. A little worried about the sex because I have to go back writing slash, but I'm happy with this one.

Everything is ABC's but the idea. Enjoy!


It's 5 AM and David only knows it because his cellphone's alarm is chiming somewhere in the loft. He can't quite figure out why he's sprawled on the floor and how he ended up there. His head is not actually aching, but there's a nagging feeling in the back like he had drunken enough booze to get tipsy, but not enough to get really drunk.

The confusion in his head only intensifies when he realizes he's naked, and he only realizes his nakedness because there's someone sucking him off.

A mope of short brown hair alerts him that a man is bobbing his head up and down his shaft (deliciously so, by the way!) without a single hint of shyness. He's comfortable and David can see from his position how skillful this person is.

His eyes involuntarily roll to the back of his head and he bites his knuckles to keep from moaning. Who's this person? How did he get into his home? Why is he doing this? But more importantly, why is he enjoying the warmth of this mouth around him so much?

Time passes and David, who was so determined to kick this guy out of his loft directly to the cell at the station, is now completely lost. He's given in and is enjoying too much of this awkward situation (he thinks it's awkward) to stop his lips from parting and his throat from forming a guttural moan that's released much to his utter embarrassment.

Then, when the sound of his moan shatters the silence of the living room, rendering him still on the floor, David finally feels the coldness of the morning making him shiver when the warm mouth that was lazily running its way up and down his cock leaves him, and the voice that follows shocks him beyond his ability to understand this whole situation.

"I thought I wasn't going to wake you up, grandpa!" Henry's hand is wrapped around the base of David's cock, the other running lazily from his hip to his ass cheek. The Sheriff is still confused and mortified to have his own grandson engaging in sexual activities with him.

"What happened here, Henry? Why are you doing this? Why are we both naked? And why are you with your mouth on me?" Too many questions remain floating in David's head, but he wants to understand what happened and why because maybe then he will be able to understand why his cock is still so hard and his body screaming for Henry to go back sucking him.

"You're kidding, right?" Henry frowns and gapes at his grandfather like he can't believe his words.

"No, I'm not, I have no reason to be kidding because I don't understand what is going on right now," David speaks with as much honesty as he possibly can.

"I knew you shouldn't have had that drink last night," the young man shakes his head and gets up, picking up his pants and putting them on. "I'm sorry," he begins and repeats it over and over while he puts his socks on and crouches down to look for his shoes.

"Stop saying you're sorry," David yells out of nowhere. He, too, gets up and stops Henry's frantic search for his belongings. "What drink? Help me understand, please!" It's odd for the boy to see his grandfather pleading like that. He's never seen it before to be fair, so he drops his shirt and shoes near the coffee table and sits on the couch, putting a pillow on his lap to hide himself. David doesn't bother doing the same, he just sits beside Henry and waits.

"Last night we went to the Rabbit Hole. With mom, Emma and Snow out of town, you suggested we had some drinks to kick off the weekend." Henry takes a deep breath and prepares his heart for what's next when he finishes, he already feels it sinking to the floor. "It was a drink designed to let your mind free to accept your deepest desires, but act on them was your absolute choice. Rather brilliant stuff there, but I knew this would happen eventually," Henry looks defeated and absolutely embarrassed and this is the last thing David wants him to feel.

"It wasn't your fault, I'm sure," he begins, swallowing down his pride to beg Henry to tell him exactly what happened.

Henry looks at his grandpa for a few moments, considering if he could bring more damage to their relationship or if he should be honest and just let David know about everything. He sighs and begins telling everything. How David got so high after only two doses of the special drink that Henry had to take him home because he was suddenly trying to kiss Ruby when she was dancing with her date. She punched him in the face, which made him fall on the floor right where Leroy had left a disgusting pool of vomit. She left the bar, but not before telling Henry that he should take him back home or more incidents would happen.

The young man just didn't think the next incident would involve him and sex. That's why he took David home and tried to nurse him with strong coffee and a cold shower. And that's where the problem started because taking his grandfather's clothes off has revealed such perfect body that Henry had to close his eyes and breathe deeply a handful of times.

His broad chest was dusted with light blonde hair and those pink nipples were just begging to be licked. The firm muscles of his stomach were irresistible, so Henry ran his fingertips up and down, squeezing David's side, feeling him laugh. Ticklish, he thought, with a mind already full of inappropriate thoughts that he knew he shouldn't let take root in his mind, but it became absolutely impossible when he opened David's pants and pushed them down along with his boxers. The view of his cock was something close to perfection. He was soft, but Henry noticed he was big in girth and length. Snow was a very lucky woman.

Henry also tells David that he stayed focused the whole time because, despite the temptation, he had a task to finish. And so he helped him to shower and change. He made strong coffee, which David refused to drink and some hot cocoa as well. Maybe chocolate would bring his senses back, he thought, but the Sheriff didn't touch the sweet liquid at all, refusing to drink anything else for the rest of the night.

Then, when Henry was ready to give up, the effects of showering the older man long gone, David managed to do something his grandson would never expect. And that's when the youngest charming tells the tale of how they ended up with lips locked in a heated kiss. Hands desperate and quick to get rid of useless clothing because of the sudden state of arousal they both were in after David pressed Henry against the loft's door, grinding himself against the boy's front, nipping his neck and grabbing his ass cheeks before they were kissing once again.

Henry tells him how they ended up naked and how the taste of three hours of glorious sex (his words!) is still strong in his tongue. David feels like he is living in an alternate reality where this is possible when he knows he would've never done such thing. He never cheated on his wife, so why on earth would he suddenly have sex with his grandson, of all people in this town?

David chooses not to believe. He feels like this is the greatest lie in the world to justify him catching Henry sucking him off some time ago. He feels like this belief is the only thing that will keep him sane. Problem, though, is when Henry points to the floor to prove what he's saying. Right next to the door and under the coffee table David counts and recounts: four used condoms. He groans, covering his face with his hand, and gets up. He starts pacing the living room, upset and absolutely horrified with his actions.

"Why did you let it happen?" He asks and glares at Henry like he can take this burden off of his shoulders, but David knows better. He also let it happen when it shouldn't have happened. What will Emma, Snow and Regina think?

"They don't need to know about any of this," David looks up at him and frowns.

"Are you reading minds now?"

"No, but I can tell you were thinking about them, especially my mom. You suddenly got this frightened look on your face," the young man speaks softly and looks up, expecting another reproachable look from his grandfather. Instead, David is looking at him with an intensity that startles Henry.

"Yes, they don't need to know," he agrees and asks again. "Why did you let it happen?"

Henry has no other option but the truth. And he goes on about his escapades and adventures in Boston. In Storybrooke there's August whenever they want and that one time he had Ruby blowing him when they went to Boston together a few months back and Gracie and also that teacher when he was in high school.

"I'm not ashamed and I do not regret anything I do when it comes to my sex life," he stares ahead of him, the sun starting to illuminate the rooftops and streets and trees. "But I do regret to have done this because the promise of you being free to let your desires free couldn't match free will."

Problem, David thinks, is that his memory was temporarily blocked, probably because of some ingredient designed to block unpleasant memories, but everything is now coming back and he feels his body react. He's getting hard just with the sight of this marvelous young man in front of him. He should resist it, but what's done is done and if he can do it again, what's the harm?

"You're wrong," David speaks softly, sitting by Henry's side, picking up the pillow and tossing it across the room. "I did it all because I wanted to."

Henry looks at him with the most incredulous look ever, not believing, but hoping at the same time. And he shouldn't hope for anything because this is his grandfather, someone he admires since he was a little boy. Admiring him and looking up to him were not enough to stop the growing attraction he first felt right before he left Storybrooke to study in Boston. It was wrong and immoral. He felt bad for weeks that mounted into months until he stopped fighting it one night, during the summer after his first year in college, when he got to the loft very, very late to find David sleeping on the couch completely naked. That was the first of many times Henry touched himself to the thought of having his grandpa's dick hammering his ass.

"What?"

"I think there's something in this drink that wipes the memory temporarily," he begins and tries to put the right words together so that he will not harm this wonderful boy even further. "Because I started remembering everything, and as much as I know that letting you feel guilty would be the best for me, I can't let you feel terrible about what happened last night."

Oh shit!

Henry's face is suddenly red, his cheeks and neck seem to be burning and he's averting his eyes to avoid contact with David's. No matter what he says, this guilt will not leave him so soon. And he doesn't look at the Sheriff again for the next 5 minutes or so.

"Skillful hands you have, Henry," David says simply, taking Henry's right hand and putting it on his chest. "Do it again," he demands, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Oh damn, he remembers!

Henry's mind is in panic, trying to figure out a way to leave the loft without further damage, to end this thing that David decided to start (or would it be to continue?), but he can't find the power to stop because he wants that amazing sex again and again. He wants to feel that intense energy that made him feel alive like never before, he wants to lick and suck all the sensitive places he found out, he wants to mark David's ass cheek with his teeth, he wants to be consumed by this man, and fuck everything else. He doesn't care that he is his grandfather, right now he is just the most amazing man that's ever fucked him in his whole life, and he isn't about to lose this opportunity.

And so Henry does it, but now he straddles David's lap before he runs his hands up and down his chest, one palm firmly rubbing against the front of his boxers, before he slips his hand inside to pull David's cock out, while he pinches the rosy nipples hard enough to make his grandpa gasp and hold his wrist. The older man presses Henry to his chest and kisses him, tongue invading the young man's mouth, tangling with his own.

David's hand runs down Henry's firm chest, mirroring his grandson's actions, licking, sucking, and nipping the tender flesh, hand freeing his cock just like Henry did with his just moments ago. And the moans break the silence, the raged breathing tells him how affected they both are, the shaking legs a proof of how lost Henry is to everything else around him.

Both men are trembling, anticipation making them hurry and tangle arms and legs and tongues together, fingers touching warm skin, nails scratching tender flesh, leaving marks that should not be there, eyes scrutinizing intentions, cocks wrapped by eager mouths ready to silence any doubts left.

David shifts his hips and Henry is on his feet, sweat already shining in his muscled chest. He pushes the young boy's pants down, leaving him bare to his hungry gaze. He strips and sits back on the couch, urging Henry to sit on his lap once more.

And when David cups Henry's neck with his hand, bringing him down to his mouth for a heated kiss, running his hand through the soft locks of brown hair, he realizes he doesn't care if he's about to fuck his on flesh and blood. He doesn't care about the future because nothing in that moment has the power to crack his will to just let go and feel. He doesn't care about consequences, even if he knows he should not let any of this happen, but it doesn't matter, especially when Henry kneels once again before him and envelopes his cock with his lips, tongue running up and down the hard length.

"Henry," he moans, tossing his head back, bucking his hips up and feeling the head of his cock hit the back of Henry's throat. The warm wetness making his shaft harden even further, something he thought to be impossible. Then again, he also thought it was impossible for him to ever cheat on Snow, let alone fuck his own grandson.

Henry bobs his head up and down his grandfather's cock, swallowing the entire shaft, pressing his lips against the hard flesh every time he sucked him into his mouth. The young boy hummed when calloused fingers tangled in his head, guiding him up and down, pushing David's cock even further down Henry's throat.

Delirious minutes pass by, warm mouth wrapped around hard cock. Henry's brown hair is pointing in every direction, messed by the hand in his head; David's blue eyes shine with mischief and lust; Henry's hazel ones stare up at the man sitting on the couch, grinning down at the young man kneeling before him.

"Stop, please!" David pleads, and Henry does as he asks, sitting on his heels, waiting for what's next. "Move over here and lean forward on the couch," he commands with a trembling voice full of desire and a note of nervousness Henry isn't used to hear.

He does as he's told and waits. David gets up and walks behind Henry considering what to do. He kneels behind his grandson, brushing the tip of his cock up and down Henry's ass cheeks, parting them, spitting and licking Henry's entrance. The brown haired boy yelps and looks back, grinning when his grandpa winks at him. He parts his cheeks when David straights his back and strokes his cock a few times, working two fingers inside him.

Henry groans and lands his face on the couch, sounds muffled and incomprehensible even to himself. He feels David brushing the tip of his cock against his entrance for a long, long minute. It seems like he wants his boy to beg, and right now there's no other way for Henry to quicken David's action.

"Please…"

"Please, what my boy?"

"Please, fuck me!"

"Oh, of course, my dear!" David grins and pushes his cock all the way inside Henry's slippery hole.

He's tight and warm and more inviting than ever. The velvety sensation enveloping David's cock furthers his need to pound away that tight hole and so he does, so he drives in and out, slapping Henry's ass here and there, running his hand up and down his back when he decides to lean forward, chest pressing against the young man's back.

"You're so tight, dear," David speaks huskily, fisting his hand on Henry's hair and pushing his head back long enough for him to speak into his ear, secrets and desires long buried inside his heart that now are awaken and free to be lived. "I love this warm ass of yours," he whispers and adds. "I'm so going to fuck your mouth when I'm done with you," David feels Henry grip his cock tightly, an eager groan living his lips. "But not today."

Henry protests and tries to look back, but David's hand in his hair prevents him to move.

"Shhh," David whispers, hips slapping against Henry's, the tight feeling in the pit of his belly growing with each thrust. "You don't get to speak when I'm fucking you, Henry," he pulls Henry's head back and sucks the sensitive skin hard enough to leave a hickey behind. The Sheriff grins and finishes. "You were the one who started this, now live with the consequences."

And right before he feels David's cum splashing inside him, the warm seed dribbling down his thighs when he takes his cock out to empty himself all over his back, Henry thinks that he finally made a good choice, even if it is wrong and insane.

This insane is good and he will not give this up for anything in the world.


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