31. Trying Counts

"What the fuck?!" Foxx squawked, flailing as he landed hard on the carpeted floor, only to have the wind knocked out of him when Harlow's full weight came down on top of him, the man shouting out in obvious pain.

"Back," Harlow croaked.

Gasping for air, Foxx's eyes widened when he'd regained his breath and the word registered. With all his willpower, he held back the laugh that tried to immediately bubble out, lip trembling in his effort.

Hold it back, Foxx, hold it back! he screamed in his head.

"Did you…throw your," he cleared his throat, swallowing down another laugh, "Back out?" Foxx winced at how much his voice trembled.

"Fucking, son of…" Harlow growled. "I think so." The man let out a painful grunt as he wiggled a bit on top of him, before releasing a string of curses, and admitting through clenched teeth, "I can't move."

Tears started to pool in his eyes. No, no… Don't do it, Foxx. It would be too mean! Oh, by the Goddess, he wanted to laugh so badly that his stomach was starting to hurt.

Clearing his throat again, he calmly said, "Let me call an ambulance," as he shimmied out from under Harlow.

The human grunted in more pain, before growling, "Don't you dare!"

"Harlow, you can't…" His lips trembled more. "Move…" A single tear slipping out finally broke his willpower. Foxx's laughter burst free, more tears coming with it. "I can't!" He continued laughing until he was breathless and holding his sides, his stomach starting to cramp from how hard he was carrying on.

When Foxx was finally able to control himself again, he found Harlow looking at him like he was measuring his body for a coffin.

Foxx sniffed. "Well, I tried, okay?! And trying counts just as much as succeeding…sometimes. But, like, can you blame me for laughing? You have to admit, it's pretty funny!"

"Foxx, I haven't wanted to kill you in a long while. Thanks for reminding me what that feels like!" Harlow hissed.

He snorted. "Welcome!" Wiping tears from his eyes, he sniffled and said, "You have two options. Either I pick you up and take you to the car, then drive you to the nearest hospital, which will no doubt end with you lying on the floor as you wait Goddess knows how long for a room. Or the easiest option, you let me call an ambulance, which will end in you most likely getting seen sooner."

"Neither of those are an option! I can move!"

Foxx crossed his arms and slowly raised a brow at the human. "Prove it."

Harlow wiggled a bit, but failed to lift up even his upper body in the least.

"FUCK!" the man swore. Pressing his face to the carpet, Harlow screamed—though it was muffled by said carpet, so at least no one would call the cops.

After what Foxx was going to call a minute long screaming tantrum, the human looked at him, eyes narrowed and murderous. "Call the damn ambulance."

"That's what I thought."

"Fuck you," Harlow grumbled.

"You tried, that's how we got here." He chuckled as he started to search his discarded blood-covered sunsuit for his cell phone.

"Wait!" Harlow barked.

His hand froze right on his phone. "What?"

"Help me put some pants on."

"They are just going to remove them when you get there."

"I'm not going there fucking naked!"

"Do you really care if anyone sees you naked, Harlow?! Like, I didn't think you were a modesty type of guy."

"It's not about fucking modesty. It's about… JUST HELP ME GET DRESSED!" Harlow bellowed.

Foxx rolled his eyes and stood up, wincing at the feeling of cum dripping down his ass. He'd been so excited for Harlow to add more… Sitting around for hours in a hospital as cum dripped from his ass, however, did not sound like a fun, exciting time.

"Right, let me go clean up and then we both can get dressed."

* * *

Harlow glaredat the far wall while Foxx tucked his hospital blanket in. "Stop," he demanded.

"It's cold in here. You don't need a cold on top of your back issues." The vampire patted his chest.

"Don't touch me," he hissed.

"Oh, stop being such a baby!"

"I will shoot you."

"Ahh, yes, threats when you can't move are sooo effective!"

"I swear to all, if you don't?—"

"You'll do what?" Foxx giggled. "Hmmm? What are you going to do to me, old man? What can you do? A big fat nothing, that's what! So be good and let me take care of you."

He glared… If he could move…he'd…

He rolled his eyes at himself in disgust. If he could move, he'd be fucking the brat right this very moment, and they both knew it. Ugh, that fucking mafia poser of a vampire. Just a bunch of morons in cheap ass suits. A ‘mob'? What a laugh. It was all that bastard's fault. He should have killed him quicker. But no, one fucking twist and now moving his arms and legs sent a sharp pain from hell through his body.

Harlow couldn't believe this had happened… Well, he could. He'd been abusing his muscles and joints for fucking years. He'd always assumed he'd eventually go one step too far, and be fucked beyond repair. But this didn't even happen as a result of the dumb shit he'd done! It was just dumb luck!

Yep, just sheer dumb fucking luck that it happened while naked and carrying Foxx. Instead of during the fight where he maybe could have at least died with some dignity intact.

Ugh, the fucking brat would never let him live this down. There was no way the petty fuck wouldn't bring it up anytime it benefited him.

His gaze flicked to the petty fuck in question. He frowned on finding Foxx with his cellphone in his hand. It was…suspicious. "Who are you calling?"

Foxx eyed him, his brow raising. "Tony, obviously."

His eyes widened in horror. "You will not!" he roared.

"Quiet down, you are going to get us kicked out!"

"GOOD!"

"Don't make me break out the duct tape."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me!"

He glared, but Foxx glared right back. He growled and glanced away.

"Anyway! I'm calling Tony because he needs to know what is going on!"

His gaze flicking back over, Harlow attempted to sway his brat. "Why not just call Charity? She is our handler."

Foxx smirked evilly. "Where's the fun in that?"

Motherfucker!

That evil smile still in place, Foxx showed him his phone screen, Tony's number there on display, and he quickly pressed call and speakerphone.

Killing him could become an option again, couldn't it?! He grimaced as the thought made his stomach do a weird fucking flip. Great…great! Now even thinking about murdering the bastard caused his body to do dumb fucking weird ass shit.

WHAT WAS HIS LIFE!?!

"Foxx?" Tony asked hesitantly when the call connected. Almost too hesitantly. "Is everything okay?"

Foxx frowned. "Ah, I'm guessing Charity is waiting for the paperwork before telling you…. Well, um, everything is…okay with the case. It's finished. We found the hunters' bodies and dropped those off at the morgue. But yeah, we are good there…"

"But?" Tony pressed.

Harlow just glared at the small vampire as he waited for the humiliation to come.

"Well, Harlow threw out his back. To be specific, he strained a muscle in his back and can't move. The hospital is going to keep him overnight."

There was silence at first…and then…the laughter came. A deep, rich, full body laugh that went on for a bit before Tony sniffled and said, "Ah, thanks, I needed that. I thought I was the one getting old, Harlow." The man chuckled again before continuing. "Fuck, we just got you two back. Well…you"re benched again until whatever this is gets fixed."

Harlow sighed. They were fucking taking more breaks than they were working at this point. Shit was getting stupid…