Paulie’s had a good vibe; shabby chic with cream walls and dark wood, fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and variouspretentious photos on the walls of famous singers. The soft rock set the background for the bustling crowd around us. We were lucky to grab a table in the fray. Plus, there was usually a guy somewhere in the crowd who was down for a quick fuck.
“Eight months my sister’s been engaged!” Molly beamed at me. “And they planned the wedding perfectly. The only reason they didn’t make it to my parents this summer was because of the weather.”
“That’s amazing.” I returned her grin. It was great seeing her relaxed for once. Both Molly and Harry pushed themselves so hard at work, and it was rare for them to not be stressed about something.
We’d been friends since she’d come into Harry’s life; I even bought a holiday for us so they’d actually given themselves some space from work.
She was just a touch shorter than him; a brunette ponytail swept the top of her shoulders, a cute wash of freckles over her nose, and great curves from her breasts to her thighs, exactly Harry’s type. Though I liked that he was even curvier than her. He had been the same size the entire time I'd known him, and I hoped he'd never change.
I’d only seen Molly dress up a few times for various Fischer parties, but most of the time she wore easy jeans and t-shirts. She had a great laugh, amazingly infectious, and she was always making other people around her smile.
But her voice was seriously grating on me. My gaze kept drifting towards Harry. I wanted him to look at me so I couldfigure out why I was so pissed off. Or maybe it was just that Cat's advice made memorepissed off.
I'd been on edge since he'd told me about the engagement, and it wasn't just because I thought they were wrong for each other. As separate people, they were great, but I'd had too many nights of Harry staying late at my flat after one of their arguments.
“I really can’t wait,” she said. “Twenty-four hours and I’ll finally be there.”
“When’s your flight?” I asked.
She gave a fake groan. “Five am. Gotta be at the airport by two, though, just in case,” she said, giggling as she reached for her pint. She was already pretty far gone. We’d been drinking solidly for three hours, at least. I needed the buzz to take the edge off; she was just excited for her upcoming freedom.
I checked my watch, meeting her eyes again. “It’s ten.”
“Yeah, but I’m already packed and everything. Taxi’s booked. We’ll go in about half an hour.”
I held up my bottle to clink against her glass. “Travel well, yeah?” I said. “I don’t know how he’s going to survive without you.” And I definitely wasn't thinking about how I'd have Harry all to myself for five weeks.
“Well, you’ll take good care of him, won’t you?” Molly said as she turned to him, smiling when she squeezed his hand. Harry broke his conversation with Ralph to glance at her, softening as he met her gaze.
“I always do,” I said, watching him closely.
I could see the love in his eyes, how happy he was with her right now, and that was the important thing. Like Cat said, his happiness wasn't my responsibility.
But I couldn’t push away the insistence that it was.
Molly leaned into him, whispering something in his ear, and his face split into an even wider grin. She pulled back from him, and he took a drink.
Whatever happened—a wrong breath or an awkward sip—he choked. Beer sloshed from his glass, spilling onto his lap as he inhaled. Coughing, wheezing, he grabbed onto Molly’s shoulder as he hacked away. She laughed as he finally regained his breath, everyone joining in the fun as I scooped up a bunch of napkins and stuffed them into Molly's hand.
I couldn't look away. With his shirt soaked through, a damp patch on his crotch grew, along with the wet trail from his mouth down his neck. With pink cheeks and hazy eyes, he gasped for breath as he finished choking.
My reaction was visceral. It swept through me without warning, a sudden burst of heat fixing me to the chair as I watched beer drip from his chin. His eyes rolled back into his head as his lashes fluttered closed, and he moaned. A moan so fucking deep that it took me back to that moment when we hooked up in uni, where I put my lips around his cock and he melted under me.
A possessive need to take him exploded. If we were alone, I would have clasped his head and pushed him down onto me until he was either coming or begging me to stop.
I’d never seen him look so beautiful. I wanted that trail of beer to be my cum. I wanted his choking to come from my cock slamming into the back of his throat. I wanted to see tears in his eyes as he looked up at me and took me again even though he didn’t know how to deep-throat.
I still wish he remembered that night together. It was twelve years ago. It shouldn’t matter. It was a secret I carried around with me. That part of me wanted to forget so I didn't get randomly hit with desire at awkward times. Like when Harry was fighting with his beer, and losing.
I nearly groaned in reply, my fists clenching, my cock hardening. It pressed firmly against my slacks as I watched him.
Everyone around the table laughed as Molly cleaned him up. He bent over her, his head in line with the table, gripping the edge as he choked.
Harry’s tear-filled eyes met mine amongst the confusion, and, as he found his breath, his gaze landed on my cock.
There was a second where the world fell away, just the smallest moment where I couldn’t tell if the dart of Harry’s tongue was hunger for me as his eyes widened.
And then he gasped.
