Chapter Sixteen
Harper
“You awake?”
Harper stood in the doorway, clutching the fuzzy terry cloth robe he’d found hanging on the back of the door when he’d gotten up to relieve himself moments earlier.
Banks rustled atop the bed, propping himself up on a pile of pillows as if he knew that’s just where the moonlight was filtering in, lighting him like a screen idol on some blockbuster Hollywood set.“I am now.Whatcha wearing there, Hot Pants?”
“I had to pee,” Harper insisted, quietly inching the door shut behind him.“But I didn’t want to get dressed again, so...”
Banks nodded, eyes ranging up and down Harper’s body the way they always did.No one, not one other living soul, had ever looked at Harper the way Banks did.“Come here, Harp,” he insisted, voice low and guttural and, Harper knew, not just because of the late hour.
Harper nodded and did as he was told, kicking off his flip-flops along the way until he padded over to the bed on bare feet.“Did you sleep well?”Harper asked, as if making conversation on a bad blind date.
Banks chuckled, their eyes meeting in the sliver of magical light wafting in through the fluttering curtains over the bed.“With you?Naked?Next to me?Not a chance, Harp.”
“Lucky you were still dressed,” Harper murmured, admiring the wispy trail of soft dirty blond hair that drifted from the waistband of Banks’s boxer shorts to his belly button.“I slept like a baby.”
“Yeah, you did,” Banks snorted, big hand drifting from the bedsheets to toy with the sash of Harper’s ill-fitting robe.“Not for nothing, Harper, but your roommate’s not the only one who snores like a freight train.”
“Shut it,” Harper murmured nervously as Banks tugged heavier on the sash, revealing more of his smooth, naked body beneath.
Their eyes met in the shimmering darkness, Banks offering that sexy little smirk of his as he nodded at his masculine physique, splayed out atop the bedsheets like a feast to be savored.“Why don’t you climb up here and shut it for me, Harp?”
Harper cocked his head, not understanding.“Huh?”he finally asked, when Banks felt content to just marvel at him, standing there by the bed.
Banks licked his lips until they shimmered in the dark.“I said, why don’t you bring that skinny little dick of yours over here and shut my mouth for me, Harper?”
Harper gulped audibly, shifting nervously from foot to foot.“I ...I thought that’s what you said, but ...how?”
“Jesus,” Banks snorted.“You really are a virgin, aren’t you?Just...”Banks wriggled, until his head was propped gently up on the headboard behind him.“Put one knee on either side of me, here...”Banks patted the bed beside his waist with both hands, making Harper’s breath catch in his throat with the mental image of himself, straddling his lover in such a close and intimate way.“And put your whole package right in front of my face so I can get us to second base, like we talked about earlier.”
“But I...I...”Harper glanced at Banks in his boxer shorts, lying there atop the rumpled sheets with his defined muscles and hard angles and smiling dimples like something from a poster some horny teenage girl might hang in her room.
“We’ll get to that, Harper.Trust me, I want that, too.But right now?I want to makeyouhappy again.”
“Your hands are fine,” Harper lied, even as he inched his way onto the bed, one trembling knee at a time.He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting after their brief cat nap together in Banks’s bed, but it certainly wasn’t feeding his sticky trouser snake to his kinky young lover, that’s for sure!Not that he was complaining, mind you, but, holy hot damn!He was almost literally breathless just thinking about it.
