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The invitation to the charity polo match in the English countryside had arrived at Alex's office like a breath of fresh air.
True to it's royal aesthetics, the invitation card was ceremoniously traditional, with his name so finely written in fancy calligraphy and the whole wax seal with the royal family emblem. Yet dropped unglamorously on Alex's desk by the intern.
It was a welcome respite from the relentless endless meetings with dignitaries and community leaders and making speeches. As he prepared for the event, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement tinged with a hint of nervousness. He hasn't seen Henry in almost a month now, he was a mixture of tangles, in a few more days he was going to meet the love of his life again.
Alex needed to see him. All those nights of writhing in bed alone, imagining the handsome blonde in his arms again, touching him, kissing him, he missed their soft and meaningless talks before falling asleep in deep slumber.
And god does he miss the sex! His blue balls were getting super uncomfortable. His staff were starting to get concerned because of his bad moods.
As the day of the polo match arrived, Alex found himself in his hotel room, he scanned the large walk-in closet, pondering his choice of attire.
Funnily enough as a potential presidential candidate, one cannot but mention the privileges that comes with his position. And because the Ralph Lauren himself has shown support for him, the company has been generous to send to him an entire wardrobe of fabulous clothes for the event no matter what and where.
Alex scanned the array of jackets and suits and polo t-shirts. Mister Lauren even took the liberty to send him a guide book on Ralph Lauren's polo aesthetics.
"Let's see, classic woven jacket, crisp white polo, and this light blue jeans should do the trick."
Alex had gone through a whole fashion brief when his mother was the president, he knew what looks good and fit on his body.
"Got to thank Ralph for this look."
As he stood before the mirror, Alex couldn't help but notice how the relaxed jacket accentuated his upper body. Months of working out due to the stress of work has made him lean and a fit figure that filled out the jacket in all the right places. He could see the flexed biceps with every arm movements. And damn if his chest didn't look hard and strong. Alex smiled at his reflection, a sense of self-assurance warming his gaze.
"Should I shave?" asked Alex to himself, rubbing a hand along his hairy jaw.
As he got older Alex concluded that shaving is just all time consuming. Now he doesn't actually mind the beard, in fact it made him look more dignified and handsome. But the max he could do without a shave is four days, and then he will be looking like a Mexican Santa Clause with a big puffy black beard.
Henry disagreed vehemently. Henry hated when Alex sported a beard or a shadow, he wouldn't even look at him unless he has a proper shave, hell he wouldn't even let Alex kiss him. Alex contemplated for a moment, the electric shaver was already in his hand, and then he decided on a trim close to the skin.
"Nah, he'll be fine."
Upon arriving at the charity polo event, Alex was greeted by a sea of elegantly dressed attendees. The setting, with its rolling hills and the lush green expanse of the polo field, was nothing short of breathtaking. He truly is never getting used to the upper class. As he mingled with the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in the eyes that turned his way.
A fellow attendee pointed to him and whispered to her date.
"Isn't that Alex Claremont-Diaz, the American? He's so handsome."
Alex snickered, the American. Was that a compliment or an insult.
"He's so hot. Just look at that jacket! I didn't expect him to be right fit."
As he mingled around with the other guests, Alex made casual small talks with the upper echelons of British society. His charisma and confidence shone through as he engaged in polite conversation with the guests, discussing a range of topics from politics to philanthropy. Thank goodness for having a prince for a boyfriend, Alex has got to thank Henry for updating his skills with talking to Brits.
Apparently the high class snobs loves to indulge in a little bit of debate, with lots of witty comebacks. It's 'humor'.
"He really is charming that Alex fellow. Pity he's not in UK parliament, he'll give those wankers a bit of roughen up," mentioned a fellow guest.
"And his wit, it's absolutely captivating!"
Alex cannot help but smile to himself as he listened to the comments from the guests.
As the polo match began, Alex found a prime viewing spot by the field. He has absolutely zero knowledge on polo besides that it's a rich people sport. The athleticism and grace of the players with their horses on the field were captivating. Alex wondered if he's ever going to one day able to ride a horse while hitting a freaking ball and scoring it in the goal.
Not gonna happen. June and Nora will castrate him if they knew.
Alex scanned the field, he could see at least half a dozen blondes wearing tight fitted kits. And he couldn't even remember Henry's jersey number.
And then, there he was—Henry, his presence regal and captivating. On a horse, he ran across the field like a holy warrior to battle. The sight of him left Alex momentarily breathless, a rush of sensations flooding his body.
"Damn."
Their eyes met from across the field—a moment of recognition that seemed to bridge the distance between them. Henry's smile held a glint of admiration, and Alex returned it with am approval nod.
After the polo match ended, Alex was convinced that regardless of the outcome, he was the true winner of the match. For an entire hour he got to see the usually elegant and refined Henry, with his ass bouncing up and down, in tight and sinful pants. Alex could not forget how attractive Henry was on the field.
The reception was set over the edge of picturesque countryside, the sun was slowly dipping, turning the once clear blue sky into a gradian of soft pinks, oranges and dark blues. It's the moment Alex has been waiting for all day, the couple could finally have a chance to reconnect.
The polo players joined the event still in their gear, dirty and sweaty!
Alex found Henry mingling with some ascot wearing gentleman, laughing in his overly posh way of laughing. It was as if Henry was playing with him, intentionally avoiding him. Once their eyes met, Henry gave a sly smile at him. A small purse of his luscious lips and nothing else.
That minx, he has been playing him all day!
What seemed like months of waiting, the gentleman finally went away leaving Alex to finally getting the attention from Henry he so dearly yearned.
"Alex, it's been too long."
Henry flashed him a smile that radiated a myriad of evil thoughts.
"It has, definitely."
"How was the match today? Was it brilliant," asked Henry, pulling his arms behind his back.
Henry knew that it physically hurt Alex to be so near him and not being able to do anything to him. And Henry was intentionally showing off the goods, stretching his god given body in front of him, flashing the delicate pearl colored skin of his neck to Alex, daring Alex to do something in front of all the British upper class.
"I couldn't agree more. It was a good game. Congratulations on your win."
Henry cocked an eyebrow and pressed his lips at Alex.
"I don't know what match you were watching, darling, but my team lost. It's best I avoid the Prince of Brunei for a few days. He's going to be a menace."
Alex smirked.
"Oh, but you're going to be the real winner tonight," Alex ended the sentence with a playful wink.
Henry's cheeks immediately went bright red.
"Alex..."
"By the way, Your Majesty-"
"It's Your Royal Highness!" interjected Henry, flashing an amused smile at his boyfriend.
"- as I was saying," Alex rolled his eyes at Henry just to annoy him further. "How'd your training go for these matches? Do you do like once a week or twice a week thing?"
"Ah, that's the great thing about being a prince. I have my own stables at my house," mentioned Henry casually.
"Oh, stables. As in plural. I almost forgot there that you're a literal prince. You must be draining the people's taxes."
Henry chuckled, realizing how pompous it sounded.
"But there's more to polo than just training with the horses, although that is quite an important part of it. Mostly doing the leg work, cardio like no body's business and lots of body conditioning and arm exercises," explained Henry, showing off a peek of his biceps.
Alex fumed. He can imagine it now, Henry in the dead of the morning, running in the palace's gym, working out, lifting weights, the thought of it is just delectable and sends hot blood to all the right places.
"I can recommend you another type of exercise. It's apparently really good for polo players such as yourself," mentioned Alex.
"Do tell."
Alex approached closer to Henry until his lips were inches away from his ear.
"How about showing off your training by bouncing on my dick tonight?"
Henry felt all the oxygen on his brain suddenly being sucked out.
"Great to see you again, Your Royal Highness."
"Wait, Alex."
Alex stopped mid-walk to face to the prince again.
"It's protocol to bow to a royal family before leaving their presence," mentioned Henry straightforwardly.
Alex snorted. This whole royal protocol thing is just insanely weird. But, you know, Alex is literally in Henry's country that evening.
"Apologies, Your Royal Highness."
As Alex lowered his body, Henry leaned close to his ear.
"How about later, you get on you knees and put your dirty mouth to good use. And I see you didn't shave today, and you know how red my bum will be when you're eating it when it's rubbing against your beard. I should punish you for causing harm to a member of the royal family."
For once Alex's brain finally short circuits.