out there who if they found out, would make sure we were both destroyed. They would ruin us both. I would have to disappear to protect you.”
There was no way I could allow that to happen. We were becoming close friends and I wanted to keep him in my life, not damage him and have him hate me in the end.
“Forget I even mentioned it, put it out of your mind,” I said, tugging his wrists. “I’ll find another way. Actually…I think it’s time I just let go of the whole crazy notion, throw my hands up and yield to the powers that be.”
“I would if I could,” Harley said with heartfelt conviction, making me feel like a real bastard for asking in the first place.
Then he rested his forehead against mine with his eyes closed tight, his hot breath on my face. He was struggling with something more powerful than any demon I had hidden inside me, I wondered what it could be. He touched his lips to mine and my eyes shot open. I could stay like this for a million years, with his soft warm lips against mine. A heat building at the base of my spine threatened to explode from my cock without so much as a touch.
Harley fell to my side, he placed his head on my shoulder and his breathing became relaxed as he snuggled into me. Drunken slumber took us both.
~~~
My eyes had not opened, yet I knew without question that I had the hangover to end all hangovers. My head was splitting as if it had been crushed in a vice, my brain was attempting to escape. I let out a soft groan, feeling like I’d been turned inside out. It was then that I realized I was not alone. Shit, had I been that drunk last night that I brought home a stranger?
I opened one eye and looked at the large hand slung over my shoulder, it was male, this was a good thing and by the feel we were both more or less dressed, this was a good thing too since I had no recollection of condom use. I opened my other eye but I didn’t want to move. I was half wrapped over the man’s body and would have smiled if it wasn’t for the pain rippling through my head.
Letting my eyes search my surroundings, I concluded this was not home. I did not own leather furniture and the picture hanging on the wall beside us was beautifully tasteful, but not mine. I lifted my head as painful as it was to do and gasped when I looked into Harley Cooper’s gorgeous sleeping face. A memory of the half empty bottle of Chivas popped into my head and two shot glasses on the bar at Chances .
I had to move but it hurt so badly. Ever so slowly I slid from his hold, hoping not to wake him, and landed on the cold hardwood floor with a thud. I rubbed my hand over my face and sat up. Clearly I was still well-oiled as my head spun and the room joined it. Crawling around the floor on all fours, I gathered up my clothes and went in search of a washroom. Luckily there was one by what I presumed to be the front door.
Once inside I climbed to my feet and turned on the tap before catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I looked like death warmed over. Actually death warmed over probably looked better than I did. I washed my face, smoothed my wet fingers through my hair and then rinsed some of the stale remnants of whiskey from my mouth. I searched the drawers until I located toothpaste and spread it over my index finger using it as a makeshift toothbrush. I brushed my teeth the best I could and then emptied my full to bursting bladder before dressing.
Spread out over the cushions of the couch, Harley looked magnificent as he peacefully slept in shorts and his baby blue tie. His long lashes lay against his cheeks as his eyes fluttered beneath closed lids. I would have loved to have climbed back onto that couch with him, but something held me back as I remembered him telling me no and then our lips touching. Was I dreaming? My fuzzy brain told me to run, told me to save myself and him from any embarrassment. I did just that as I grabbed my leather jacket and took off out the
There was no way I could allow that to happen. We were becoming close friends and I wanted to keep him in my life, not damage him and have him hate me in the end.
“Forget I even mentioned it, put it out of your mind,” I said, tugging his wrists. “I’ll find another way. Actually…I think it’s time I just let go of the whole crazy notion, throw my hands up and yield to the powers that be.”
“I would if I could,” Harley said with heartfelt conviction, making me feel like a real bastard for asking in the first place.
Then he rested his forehead against mine with his eyes closed tight, his hot breath on my face. He was struggling with something more powerful than any demon I had hidden inside me, I wondered what it could be. He touched his lips to mine and my eyes shot open. I could stay like this for a million years, with his soft warm lips against mine. A heat building at the base of my spine threatened to explode from my cock without so much as a touch.
Harley fell to my side, he placed his head on my shoulder and his breathing became relaxed as he snuggled into me. Drunken slumber took us both.
~~~
My eyes had not opened, yet I knew without question that I had the hangover to end all hangovers. My head was splitting as if it had been crushed in a vice, my brain was attempting to escape. I let out a soft groan, feeling like I’d been turned inside out. It was then that I realized I was not alone. Shit, had I been that drunk last night that I brought home a stranger?
I opened one eye and looked at the large hand slung over my shoulder, it was male, this was a good thing and by the feel we were both more or less dressed, this was a good thing too since I had no recollection of condom use. I opened my other eye but I didn’t want to move. I was half wrapped over the man’s body and would have smiled if it wasn’t for the pain rippling through my head.
Letting my eyes search my surroundings, I concluded this was not home. I did not own leather furniture and the picture hanging on the wall beside us was beautifully tasteful, but not mine. I lifted my head as painful as it was to do and gasped when I looked into Harley Cooper’s gorgeous sleeping face. A memory of the half empty bottle of Chivas popped into my head and two shot glasses on the bar at Chances .
I had to move but it hurt so badly. Ever so slowly I slid from his hold, hoping not to wake him, and landed on the cold hardwood floor with a thud. I rubbed my hand over my face and sat up. Clearly I was still well-oiled as my head spun and the room joined it. Crawling around the floor on all fours, I gathered up my clothes and went in search of a washroom. Luckily there was one by what I presumed to be the front door.
Once inside I climbed to my feet and turned on the tap before catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I looked like death warmed over. Actually death warmed over probably looked better than I did. I washed my face, smoothed my wet fingers through my hair and then rinsed some of the stale remnants of whiskey from my mouth. I searched the drawers until I located toothpaste and spread it over my index finger using it as a makeshift toothbrush. I brushed my teeth the best I could and then emptied my full to bursting bladder before dressing.
Spread out over the cushions of the couch, Harley looked magnificent as he peacefully slept in shorts and his baby blue tie. His long lashes lay against his cheeks as his eyes fluttered beneath closed lids. I would have loved to have climbed back onto that couch with him, but something held me back as I remembered him telling me no and then our lips touching. Was I dreaming? My fuzzy brain told me to run, told me to save myself and him from any embarrassment. I did just that as I grabbed my leather jacket and took off out the
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