The other vampire choked on his wine and began to cough, before bursting into a fit of laughter. “Oh, he has your number.”
“I AM NOT A CAT!”
Alastair eyed him. “You have to admit, you have some very cat-like tendencies.”
“I do not!”
“You like to knock shit over for no reason. You like to pretend after doing something wrong that you have done nothing. When you are bored, you like to either mess with shit you shouldn’t, or do something impulsive, like deciding at the last minute to sign up to skydive or some shit.”
“You still haven’t forgiven me for that sky-diving thing, have you?”
“I don’t know… What do you think? Should I forgive you for sighing us up for lessons with a company that had over one hundred one-star reviews?”
“I was tricked by the shiny advertising, okay!” Foxx whined.
“Mmhmm.”
“You know, I think I’m more of a dog than a cat. Like, I’m super friendly. How is that not more dog-like than cat-like?”
Alastair snorted. “You are selectively friendly. You will be warm and engaging to people you have decided you want to pull into your life, while only surface-level nice to those you have no interest in.”
“Still doesn’t make me a cat.”
“You will come in for cuddles and then randomly bite me.”
“It’s a BITE OF AFFECTION!” Foxx cried in outrage at being so viciously attacked and slandered. He was not a cat. Foxx would know if he were a cat!
Alastair shook his head and sipped more of his wine.
* * *
Foxx’s friend was interesting.Alastair seemed to lean towards sarcasm, as Foxx did, but was relatively polite towards Harlow as they had eaten lunch. Well, polite if he ignored the suspicious and pointed looks the vampire had thrown his way. However, polite was not what either of them were being right now. He wasn’t sure how to feel about them whispering and having loud conversations about nonsense, while the two blatantly talked about him as if he wasn’t in the room.
Harlow couldn’t hear all that they were saying as he was on the other side of the large open-plan living room. But he wasn’t blind to the furtive glances, the gestures, and the giggling.
They were gossiping like fucking teenagers, and he knew damn well that neither of them had been that young in centuries.
Harlow peered at them over the top of his paper. Foxx leaned in and murmured something that had both of them laughing. The man practically plastered himself to Alastair, in his over-the-top laughter. Harlow narrowed his eyes before getting distracted as Foxx’s sweater pulled up, revealing his rounded ass, perfectly showcased by his tight white jeans.
He felt nothing seeing Foxx so close to the other man, but then again, he was pretty sure they weren’t fucking. Though, he doubted he would have cared even if they were…maybe…
Honestly, this whole situation with Foxx was odd. Before now, Harlow hadn’t bothered to have any sort of sexual partner that wasn’t a one-night stand. In fact, he couldn’t recall repeating with anyone. So, what he was doing with Foxx…he wasn’t entirely sure.
Many dirty ideas began to form in Harlow’s head, as he continued to stare at the vampire’s perfectly plump, biteable ass. He was fully hard before he managed to drag his gaze away. Fuck, he wanted to fill it. And he would—soon.
Harlow checked the time on his watch. It was nearing 5am. Surely it was time for Alastair to leave? No matter. He could help speed things along.
Tossing his paper aside, he stood up from the couch with a fake yawn, stretching. The stretching resulted in his not-so-fake, old, abused joints popping. He grimaced but ignored it and sauntered over.
“It’s getting late, Foxx,” he stated. “Sun will be rising soon.”
Foxx looked up at him from where he was cuddling with Alastair, a frown on his face. “But it’s not even five yet.”
Alastair stared pointedly at Harlow’s crotch before meeting his gaze, looking entirely unimpressed. Harlow smirked, completely unashamed. It was interesting how paranormals senses could be so strong, yet…he’d realized over the years that the standby mode, or rather, the level that was automatically maintained, was on par with humans. So, if the creatures weren’t actively engaged in trying to sense more, they would miss some very obvious things. In this case, Foxx missing that Harlow was aroused.
Alastair rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’ll be off, Foxx.”
“But!” Foxx whined.
