11. Harrison

I told the universe to send me someone nice, someone sweet, and though I know Gordon will kill me if he finds out about this, I can think of no one in this world I’d rather be in a hotel room with right now than Arlo.

He’s practically light as a feather as I carry him to the bed, and when he doesn’t release his legs from around my waist, I turn and sit down on the edge.

Sitting in my lap, he has to feel how hard he’s made me. My choice to not wear underwear with my sweats today was a comfortable choice for the drive, never did I think this was where today was headed. But fuck I’m glad it did. When he rolls his ass over my bulge, I know he knows exactly what effect he’s had on me.

“Fuuuck,” I moan into his mouth and then feel his lips pick up in a smile before he does it again. My fingers loop under the hem of his shirt, and I slide it up over his back until he’s forced to break our kiss so that it can be completely removed. My hungry gaze trails down his chest, and he moves his arms from around my neck to cover himself.

“Oh, hunny, you never have to hide how beautiful you are,” I say, brushing a loose strand of his gorgeous red hair over his shoulder. He bites his lower lip.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers, a soft pink rising to his cheeks.

“I think that’s debatable.”

He shakes his head. “Can I?” he asks, moving his fingers to the hem of my shirt.

I smile and nod, and he lifts it slowly, so slowly, the backs of his soft fingers and scratch of the cast trailing up my stomach and then chest and sending shivers through my body. When his cast brushes over my nipple, my cock pulses, and I suck in a breath.

“Okay, I think you have teasing down,” I laugh, and he smiles wide and takes my shirt all the way over my head, tossing it to the floor.

“Much better,” he says, returning his uncasted hand to my chest. The fingers of his casted hand grip the hair at the nape of my neck tightly.

“I have to agree.”

Electricity pulses through my body where his warm skin presses against mine, and he pulls me on top of him as he lies on the bed, his legs still wrapped tightly around my waist and arms around my neck. I’m twice his size and don’t want to crush him, so I keep my weight on my forearms against the bed, but it means he’s not hard against me anymore and I immediately miss it.

I slip my hands under him and roll us so that he’s on top, his legs moving to straddle mine.

“Is this okay?” I ask, breaking our kiss.

He sits up, and fucking hell, he looks even hotter from this angle, his sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes looking down at me like he wants to swallow me whole. Fuck, I wish he would. My cock pulses under him, and he smiles.

“This is better than okay, but I think we might be wearing a few too many clothes. Do you mind?”

I shake my head because my mouth refuses to move. How did this quiet, nervous guy suddenly become so brazen? He shuffles down my legs a little, the sweats starting to slide with him, my cock tenting the fabric part of the only reason they stay.

He takes the hem in his hands, then lifts it over and down to about halfway down my thighs before he climbs off me and takes them the rest of the way with him.

“Is this real?” he whispers, blushing brightly as soon as the words leave his lips.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I say, adjusting the pillow behind my head. “Are you going to stay there watching me, because if you are, that’s cool. I’m happy to put on a show if that’s what you’d like.” I keep one hand behind my head and move the other to my hard cock, stroking it slowly as he watches.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he slips the elastic from his wrist, pulls his hair up into a messy ponytail, leaving a few red strands falling loosely around his face before he shifts out of his pants and crawls up my legs. He laces his fingers with mine around my cock, and…holy fucking shit, he’s going to go right in. My pulse thumps in my ears as his pouty lips cover my head, and he sucks me into his hot wet mouth.

“Oh god,” I groan, and he goes down again, pushing my hand away so that his throat can swallow me whole.

His hair tickles the sensitive skin of my thighs as he moves up and down, and as much as I would love to have my fingers buried in those gorgeous strands, I don’t want him to think I want to control any part of what he’s doing, because it’s fucking perfection. He sucks softly, then harder, moving up and down faster and faster, then slowing as if he can tell how close he’s edging me.

Just when I think I’m going to explode, he pulls himself all the way off, the cool air of the room holding release at bay as he moves up my heaving chest, peppering it with kisses until he’s lying at my side. His hard cock heavy on my leg, he pulls me into a kiss.

The taste of me on his lips is so fucking hot and his tongue fights for control. I brush the hair from his face and slide my hand down him until I reach his tiny white ass and give a squeeze. His cock brushes against mine, and a ripple of energy rolls through me. I move my hand between us, gripping him first and giving him a slow long stroke. A really fucking long one. I didn’t get a good look at his cock when he stripped off. He was so fast, but in my hand, I can tell he’s longer than me, and the idea of him inside me has me inching close to the edge again.

His head is slick with precome, and I roll my palm over it, then bring my hand up, breaking our kiss, and with his gaze locked on mine, I run my tongue up my palm, tasting him. He’s sweet and salty and bitter all at once, and as much as I want to move down the bed and suck him off until his taste fills my throat, I have something else in mind. I coat my hand in saliva and return it to his shaft, only this time I shift my hips so that my cock lines up with his and I wrap my hand around us both.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes, then his mouth is on mine again, his fingers in my hair while mine stroke us together. He rolls his hips into the strokes, both of us breathing heavily as we edge closer and closer.

Then his hand moves to my back, his fingers dig into my skin, and he pulses in my hand. His come coats us both as he moans into my mouth, and I can’t hold on any longer. I work us through the pulses of ecstasy, his fingers digging deep, he breaks away, neck arching back, his mouth slightly open, breaths heaving, gaze locked on mine. It’s the most fucking sexy thing I’ve ever seen. Or at least it was, until he shifts back, slides a finger up the mess of us both and then sucks his finger into his mouth.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” I say, and he smiles.

“Do you want to taste us together? It’s delicious.” he asks, and I nod. He pushes me back against the bed and moves to sit on top of me, his long cock resting beside mine on my stomach. He swirls his finger through the come on my skin, then leans forward, pressing us together, and I open my mouth for him.

He teases me with it, sliding the tip of his finger over my lower lip, my tongue swipes over the taste of us, and he’s right, it is fucking delicious. I jerk my head forward and latch onto his finger with my lips, sucking it into my mouth, he smiles, then leans all the way down sliding his finger free to replace it with his mouth, his tongue moving inside like it’s trying to steal all of the taste of us from me.

But then his phone chimes, and he pulls away.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, and he smiles and nods.

“It’s a sleep reminder, don’t worry about it,” he says, shutting off the alarm.

“You have the reading tomorrow, you need to sleep,” I say, climbing from the bed.

“It’s fine, I’d rather be doing this than sleeping.”

“Oh, I completely agree, but I would hate if I made tomorrow harder for you and keeping you up would do that.”

He sighs and climbs from the bed too, his impressive cock drawing my eye.

“Are you surrrrre?” he asks, stroking himself once, really fucking slow just to add to the torture.

“No, but I have to be, so get that cute fucking ass into the bathroom and clean yourself up so we can both get some sleep.”

“I can just skip the reading, we can stay here in bed all day instead,” he suggests, and I run my hand over my face as the idea of him fucking me with that long gorgeous cock floods my mind.

“Tell you what, I’ll book us in for an extra night, and then after the reading we can come back here, and you can do whatever you want to me?”

“Ohh, whatever I want?”

“Absolutely.”

His cheeky grin falls just a little, and he sits on the edge of the bed.

“We can’t, you have your first training session tomorrow afternoon.”

“I can skip it, it’s fine. I’d rather be here doing this,” I repeat his earlier words, joining him.

“And I’d rather be back in this bed with you right now, but you’re right, I need sleep before the reading, and you need to be at that training. How would it look if you flaked on the first day?”

I rub my hands over my face and then through my hair.

“And I live with Duckie and you live with Gordon. It’s going to be forever until we can be alone like this again, I mean unless we get really good at sneaking around.”

“I can be sneaky,” he says, and I smile.

“I’m sure you’d be great, but you shouldn’t have to be. I was hoping tonight wasn’t just a random hookup. I mean, if that’s what you wanted here, tell me now, but I’d like to see where this goes. Us. I really like you.”

His cheeks grow warmer, and he puts one hand on my thigh, sending a rush of heat through my leg.

“I want to see where we go, too. Gordon might understand,” he says, with a hopefulness in his voice I don’t want to crush. But I know how protective Gordon is of his brothers. He also knows every bit of my past, the hundreds of hookups, the nights out, constantly flirting and looking to get my dick wet. This is not like that.

“I’m not sure he would. Not yet, anyway. Maybe after we know what we are we’ll have a better chance at explaining it to him in a way he’ll understand that this is not a hookup.”

“You are way more than a hookup,” he says, his voice sure, more sure than he’s ever sounded, and it makes my chest swell.

“Okay, so we wait, we tell Gordon when we know he might actually understand. Until then, we get good at sneaking around?”

He nods, and I point at the bathroom.

“Okay, now that’s decided, you get in the shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.”

He walks to the door, then pauses in the doorway and looks back at me over his shoulder, his red mess of hair hiding half his face the way he does when he’s nervous.

“Will you sleep in here with me?” he asks, and I smile.

“I was hoping you’d want me to, but what about my snoring?”

“I will never have an issue with any noises you make in my bed.”

I catch the blush rising to his cheeks before he closes the bathroom door behind him, and the shower starts.

I grab my shirt from the floor, pour a little water from a bottle on the nightstand over it and wipe myself over, then pull on my sweats and lie back on the bed. I can shower in the morning. I want to smell like him as long as I can.

My phone chimes, and I grab it and check the message.

GORDON: Poker at my place tomorrow night, you in?

I guess this is it, time to start showing Gordon that my flirty easy days are behind me. Fuck, I hope he believes it’s true because if he doesn’t, I might have to choose between a guy I’ve fallen for hard and my best friend in the whole world, and that’s not a choice I think I will ever be ready to make.

HARRISON: You can poke her all on your own, I’m into guys.

GORDON: Funny, dickhead. You scared I’ll win back all those $$$ you stole from me last time?

HARRISON: I take offense to being called a thief. I can’t help it if the poker gods like me better.

GORDON: So you in or not? Ryan keeps texting me to ask you. I think he has a little crush.

Seriously?

HARRISON: Dude, you know my rule. No Banana Ballers are getting near this bat and balls. Tell the Funky Monkey he’s climbing up the wrong tree!

GORDON: I’ll try. So are you in or out?

HARRISON: That’s what he said. ***winky face***

I send the text, then realize it’s probably not going to help me convince him I’m a changed man. His reply is as expected.

GORDON: ***Middle finger emoji***

HARRISON: Okay. Count me in.

I shoot him the text back, flick my phone to silent, and pop it on the nightstand just as Arlo opens the bathroom.

“It’s going to be a…hard night,” I say, adjusting myself, and he smiles, the beautiful rose blush rising to his cheeks before he strips off the towel, climbs into bed naked, and curls up at my side.

Yep, tonight is going to be a really fucking hard night.