“Yeah?” Colson peeled the polo off and flung it aside. In the shadow of the light from the television, Harper’s eyes gleamed as he ran his hands over Colson’s shoulders, dipping past his abs to tease at the line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. Colson wet his trembling lips. “Like what you see?”
More ink covered his chest—birds and butterflies in flowers, and sunrays over one pectoral muscle. Harper’s heartbeat accelerated, and Colson felt him grow hard. His fingers plucked at the points of Colson’s nipples, and he moaned.
“Not fair,” he gasped, pulling Harper’s T-shirt over his head, his mouth watering at the dips and planes of his lightly hairy chest. He buried his face in Harper’s neck and sucked hard, nipping at the fluttering pulse. That earned a grunt, and Harper cupped his ass.
“This feels damn fucking fair to me. More than that. Perfect.” He slipped his hands inside Colson’s shorts.
Maybe it was moving fast, but Colson didn’t care. Life was fucking short, and he was going to take what he was given. “It would be even more perfect upstairs, where we have more room.” Colson met Harper’s eyes and rolled off him. Harper followed him up the steps, and into his bedroom, Colson pulled off his shorts and Harper stepped out of his track pants.
They lay next to each other, and Colson took their hard shafts in his hand. With Harper thrusting hard, Colson listened to the sounds they made—bare skin slapping against bare skin, breathless cries rising in the air, and his hand slick with precome rubbing their aching cocks.
“Fuck,” Colson groaned. “Oh God, fuck me.”
“Yeah, that’ll be happening,” Harper stiffened and came, his dick pulsing out hot sticky streams across their bellies. Colson followed a minute later, and they lay plastered togetherwith sweat and come. Colson kissed Harper’s naked shoulder, wondering if he’d now make an excuse to grab his clothes and leave.
“That was incredible, Harper.”
Harper held him close, another surprise as Colson didn’t take him as a cuddler. “Mmm. It was. A nice surprise. You’re not only into blood and guts, are you? The murder and the macabre?”
“No, I’m really not.” Deep down, he was a romantic, looking for someone to care about him. He might not talk about it, and he certainly wasn’t about to share it with Harper, whose picture was next to the word “cynic” in the dictionary.
“Just gonna rest a moment.” Harper’s lids fluttered shut, and Colson held on, rubbing his shoulder, wondering if Harper would stay the night.
Chapter Ten
At two in the morning, Harper felt guilty leaving Colson sleeping, but nothing, not even the very delicious mouth of sexy Colson Delacourt, would keep him from spending the day with David. At home—but still thinking about the incredible sex—he shot off a quick text to Colson.
Thanks. I had fun.
Even though he’d come home late and it was his day off, he was up before the sky brightened to dawn. He made coffee and planned the day around their visit to the zoo and feeding time, as it was David’s favorite thing.
He made them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches—heavy on the jelly for David since Harper worried about him choking on the sticky spread. Also turkey and cheese, blueberries, and cut-up nectarines. They’d get ice cream afterward, and then Harper would take him through the park and let him see the petting zoo.
As a special treat, he’d take David for a frozen coffee drink, and they’d have pizza for dinner and watch a movie. It was a routine they followed, and both looked forward to it.
Yawning and stretching, Luis walked into the kitchen. “Mmm, do I smell coffee?”
“Yep. Help yourself.”
Luis poured a cup and joined him at the table. He took a sip and sighed. “I’m surprised you’re up so early.” He grinned into his cup. “Considering you came home so late. Have a good time?”
Avoiding the question, he asked one of his own. “I could ask you the same. It’s your day off. You should be sleeping in.”
Luis shrugged and drank more coffee. “I’m always up with the sun. And I have some stuff to do. So, did you have fun?”
If getting his brains rearranged by Colson’s wicked tongue could be considered fun, hell yeah, he did. It took Harper an hour after he’d gone to bed to come down from the high of the evening.
“I guess so.”
“Gonna see him again tonight?”
Harper, who’d been thinking about when he could pay Colson a visit, worked his jaw. “There’s no one and nothing to see. This is my day with David.”
Luis gave a weary sigh. “It doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive. You can have a special someone.”
“Been there, done that,” he clipped out. “You know how it ended.”
“Yeah, because Ronnie wasn’t the right guy.”
