31. Flip No More

" S o, you can't fix it…" Harlow said, his tone empty, despite the unending irritation he was currently experiencing. They'd been to three electronic repair stores, and every single one had said the same thing… No. His carrier's store was his last hope…

The man, whose name tag said Ben, turned the phone over a few times in his hand. "I don't think the manufacturer could even find parts to fix it. It's too old. You've had it since when again?"

"I've had it for about ten years."

Ben frowned, his eyes widening slightly. "I'm…surprised you didn't need to upgrade sooner… Well, we can get you another flip phone, but it won't be this one."

He took a deep breath. "Fine, then a new one it is. Another fl?—"

"Smartphone," Foxx said firmly from the seat beside him.

"I don't want a smartphone," he growled at the vampire.

"Ignore him," Foxx purred sweetly. "Just give us your latest phone and we will go from there."

"Foxx, I don't want a smartphone!"

"Well, you are getting one, so too bad!"

"Foxx!"

The vampire took a deep breath, in and out, before looking at him. "Harlow, I told you before, I will not date someone with an old man phone. So either get a smartphone, or get a new boyfriend."

They sat there glaring at each other. Knowing how long Foxx could keep this up, he rolled his eyes and broke eye contact.

Foxx let out a happy hum and kissed him on the cheek. "I knew you'd see it my way." The vampire cleared his throat. "Latest phone, like I said."

"Uhh…okay…" the human said slowly, sounding nervous. The man looked at him, and didn't seem to be planning to move or do anything without his approval. Then again, Harlow supposed, to most he'd seem scarier than the dimpled freckle-faced brat beside him.

Foxx nudged him with his foot.

He sighed. Fucking dammit… Was having a flip phone really so wrong?! What was so great about smartphones?! Foxx had literally broken his…three times? Well…he was pretty sure one had just been left behind in a house to burn, but…still!

Fucking…dumb fuck…smartphones and new technology, and annoying ass catlike boyfriends…

"Latest…smart…phone…" Harlow ground out.

Foxx hummed happily as he settled into the driver's side. He glanced over when Harlow climbed in and quickly yelled, "Don't slam the door!"

The angry dhampir froze and stared, no doubt having just been about to do that.

He quickly added, "Unless…you want to break it, that is."

Harlow growled under his breath and slowly closed the door.

"Aww, don't be upset! Just think, now you can take better pictures, and set up a cool theme on your phone. And you can even use it to look at emails."

"I have a laptop for that. Why would I want to look at a tiny ass screen?!" Harlow hissed. "By the way, stop fucking with my computer's font size. I know it's you doing it!"

It had been him doing it, but like, he hadn't messed with it since the change. There wouldn't be a reason to since Harlow's eyesight was as good as his now. "Harlow, you'd likely be able to read it no matter how small I'd try to make it. You're no longer ‘human', remember?"

Harlow sighed. "I knew it was you."

"Guilty!" Foxx giggled.

"Brat."

"Aww, don't be madddd," he purred. Reaching over, he gripped Harlow's thigh.

"Stop." The man brushed his hand away.

"Old mannnn," Foxx whined. This time when he reached over, it was not Harlow's thigh he grabbed.

The man stiffened in more ways than one, and glared over at him. "Foxx."

"What?" He smiled, slowly rubbing the growing hard-on under his hand.

"We are literally in a small ass parking lot in the middle of nowhere."

Foxx snorted. "You once fucked me in a closet at work. Last time I checked, that hadn't been my idea." Smile widening, he crawled over the center console and settled on the floor.

Harlow stared down at him with a brow raised when Foxx rested his head on his knee. "Want me to make it better?" he asked.

As Harlow stared into Foxx's big aqua green eyes as the brat continued to massage his cock, his gaze slipped to his bright smile with his little fang and dimples, and he…finished hardening. "Let's see if you can."

That smile widened, both fangs flashing now. Releasing his hold on his hardening length, the man lowered his zipper with his teeth. With his nose burrowed into his crotch, Harlow grunted as Foxx mouthed his cock through his boxers, pulling him out moments later.

Licking his lips, Foxx's hand wrapped around his dick. The vampire pushed up onto his knees, and angled him down to flick his tongue over his slit.

Harlow shuddered when instead of taking him into his mouth, Foxx ran his sharp fang along one of the thick veins in his shaft. "Don't even think about it, brat."

The vampire giggled. "I thought you wanted me to bite you, old man?"

"Not there," he growled.

"Spoil sport." Foxx pouted before dragging his tongue back up his length.

Harlow groaned softly, threading a hand through the vampire's black curls as the man wrapped his plush pink lips around the tip of his cock. Sucking and playing with his crown and slit for a moment, Foxx slowly took more of him into his mouth.

The vampire swallowed around him, his throat tightening, and Harlow's hips thrusted upwards involuntarily with a low groan. Foxx instantly gagged, the man pulling back with a warning glare.

And if the glare wasn't a warning, the tight, painful squeeze around his base certainly was.

"Sorry," he chuckled breathily. Looked like his brat wasn't a fan of choking. Which was fine with him, he didn't particularly enjoy the sound anyway.

Harlow let out a moan as Foxx began to bob up and down on his cock, the man swallowing hard each time he took him deep into his throat. With his hand clenched in the vampire's hair, he started to slowly pump his hips, in very measured thrusts to avoid choking him. Foxx hadn't taken him fully in his throat, and likely wouldn't—he wasn't exactly small.

Foxx whimpered around him, the sound causing his balls to clench. He heard the rustling of clothes, and a hiss slipped from his mouth when the vampire pulled off of him. The cooler air touching his wet, heated cock was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the man's mouth.

Foxx only took a moment to spit in his other hand, and then he was back on him again, his brat swallowing him deeper than before, the pace increasing. Harlow shuddered as the soft lips and tight heat wrapped around him again, groaning loudly when the sound of Foxx jerking himself off reached his ears. The vampire was whimpering and moaning constantly around him now, and each vibration had his cock throbbing more and more, his balls pulling tight.

He felt the pressure build, not doing a thing to hold it back. Soon enough, Harlow was shouting out as he came hard. His cock continued to spurt as Foxx slowed but kept swallowing, sucking even while the man's whimpers grew.

Seconds later, Foxx popped off his softening prick with a cry of his own, his body stiffening as he orgasmed.

His chest rising and falling heavily, Harlow frowned at the odd sound he heard. "Did you just…come on my shoe?"

Face heated and dazed, Foxx blinked up at him for a moment, before a giggle slipped past the man's wet lips. "Maybe…"

Harlow thumped head against the headrest with a groan. "You are such a brat."

Foxx just giggled harder.