Foxx sat down and waited as Harlow pulled a laptop out of one of the duffle bags… Seemed a bit off to keep a laptop just shoved in a duffle bag without any sort of protection. Foxx tapped his hands on his thighs as he waited, trying not to think of his slip-up earlier.
Yeah, admitting to a hunter that he had killed a lot of people had not been his finest moment. A moment he had no intention of telling Alastair about. By the Goddess, maybe his best friend was right… Did he maybe sometimes put himself in danger? Eh…whatever.
He eyed the human as he stood there, looking down at the laptop he had placed on the bed. It was taking some time to turn on. Harlow was frowning…something he seemed to do a lot.
Foxx really wanted to be Harlow’s friend. Which he was sure would set Alastair off in a whole other rant about Foxx’s life choices… But that didn’t matter! Foxx wanted them to be best pals, best buddies, two peas in a pod!
Foxx ran his gaze up and down the man. He bit his lip to hold back a moan as his prick twitched with interest. Okay, really…he wanted Harlow to fuck his brains out. Like, why the hell did Harlow have to be so hot?
He was both happy and distressed that his partner had turned out to be the hunter who had ‘rescued’ him from that dumb human days ago. He was happy because he got to be around so much hotness, but sad because he couldn’t do anything about it.
Whatever, professionalism came first! So, friendship it was…and maybe he’d flirt to see how far he’d get. The only problem was that Harlow really didn’t want to be his friend. Well, he had said so at first, but then amended that they could be friends, as long as Foxx didn’t expect any effort on Harlow’s end.
Hmm, did Foxx really need the human to put in effort? He could put in enough effort by himself, right?! Foxx was a can-do type of person! He could build a friendship on his own. Hell, he talked enough for multiple people.
Yes! Harlow would be his friend! Maybe they’d fuck. Maybe not. But they would at least be friends!
Harlow cursed. “Motherfuckers are fucking with us.”
Foxx blinked. “What?”
The hunter cracked his neck and sat down on the other bed. “Looks like we are cooling our heels for a bit. Charity sent an, ‘Oops, we need more time’ email.” He snorted in disgust as he began to remove his boots. “We probably would have been waiting until nightfall anyway. When wannabe hunters work in groups, they usually don’t go out or gather together until after dark anyway.”
“Why at dark? There are paranormals out at all times of the day.”
“Your kind is easier for them to spot than others. More out in the open.” Boots off, Harlow slid his bags, and the rest of his things, to the floor, and lounged back on the bed.
Foxx winced. “Making vampires their number one target.”
“Pretty much.”
If they had downtime… “Well, since we have some downtime, what are your hobbies? Surely there is more than just fishing? I mean, I also like to knit, amongst other things. Or go to the zoo… Or,” Foxx gave an innocent smile before saying, “Sex is always a fun pastime.”
Harlow's eyes widened, and he stared up at him. “Your hobbies are sewing, knitting, going to the zoo…and sex?”
“Well, everyone needs to unwind, don’t you think?” He sent the man a wink.
The human snorted. “I didn’t know fucking could be a hobby.”
“You can make anything a hobby if you try hard enough. How about it, Harlow, want to make me your hobby?” Foxx fluttered his lashes at the man.
Harlow’s brow rose at that. “Sleeping is my hobby, kid. Why don’t you try it?” the human said with a sardonic smirk.
Foxx pouted. “You are no fun.”
“Never claimed to be.” The man chuckled.
“Also, I am not a kid,” he pointed out, his pout setting in further.
“And I’m not an old man. Now sleep, so we both can have some fun, hmm?” Harlow sent him a wink.
Foxx crossed his arms with a huff and flopped back on the bed, grumbling, “Annoying old man.”
Foxx lay there, irritation swamping him as he waited impatiently for the email from headquarters to show up. It had been hours. The sun was once again setting. Surely, they’d have what they needed soon.
His gaze shifted to Harlow. He couldn’t help but glare at the man in the bed next to his. The human was pretending to sleep—fucking faker. Well, he may have actually been sleeping at one point. Foxx had taken a nap earlier, so Harlow could have slept during that time. But he knew for a fact that the man was just pretending to sleep now to avoid him. Which he tried to not be angry about, but he was.
Like, was answering Foxx’s questions and having a conversation with him really that horrible? How was he supposed to force this friendship if Harlow wouldn’t even pretend to listen?! Maybe he’d just talk at him long enough that he had no choice except to open his eyes.
