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I think I like him. And I think he might even like me.
But before Benji could conjure too many sexy images of Harrison in his mind, he was fast asleep. It had been a super-busy last few weeks, and Benji was finally getting the rest he needed. And it was all down to Harrison.
Chapter 4
HARRISON
Harrison shut the door behind him and walked through into the kitchen area of his suite. With its stainless-steel surfaces and high-end coffee machine, it was the kind of place that Harrison could easily have seen himself working on his new novel.
Well, that was if Harrison ever actually got back to working on his novel properly. Life just hadn’t fallen in a way that made Harrison want to write in a very long time. Still, it was always nice to remember the feeling of sitting down with his laptop and hammering away onto the keys late into the night and sometimes even until the sun came up.
Hmph. Perhaps not tonight.
But… someday soon.
Maybe.
Harrison poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down in less than five seconds. He was thirsty. There had been something spicy in his meal that evening, and Harrison couldn’t quite pick out the flavor accurately. Whatever it was, he was certainly feeling a little dehydrated – a fact that was also probably down to the whiskey and beer he had consumed too.
As Harrison walked to the couch in the suite’s open living space, he paused outside the closed bedroom door. Being careful not to make any noise, Harrison leaned in and listened out for any sounds of Benji rustling around.
Nothing. Not even a tiny peep could be heard coming from the bedroom. Benji was clearly out like a light. Harrison smiled and felt pleased with himself.
‘He ain’t your boy though,’ Harrison muttered to himself as he walked back over toward the large black couch. ‘Don’t go getting any ideas either.’
Harrison sat down on the couch and had a quick scan over his emails. There was nothing of importance waiting to be read or responded to, just a couple of emails from the pain in the ass Dean at college.
It was time for Harrison to practice what he preached and get some sleep. While Harrison felt like his time with Benji was going to be limited, he wanted to make sure that when morning came, he was ready to enjoy each and every second he had in the company of the hottest boy in the city.
‘Urgh. Fuck,’ Harrison groaned, his stiff neck feeling like an ancient, creaking ship’s mast as he sat up from the couch. ‘That boy better be worth it!’
Harrison stood up from the couch and stretched his arms above his head. Wearing only his black Calvin Klein Y-fronts, Harrison felt a sudden urge for caffeine. And water too.
As Harrison waited for his espresso to pour, he attempted to tease out the stiffness in his neck. Harrison had arranged to go climbing with Zane that week and knew that given how competitive things got between them, he would need to be working at full fitness to stand a chance of keeping up with his good Daddy friend.
With the espresso cup full to the brim in one hand and a tall glass of ice-cold water in the other, Harrison hauled his body over toward the large stainless steel table.
The combination of the caffeine and the H2O worked wonders for Harrison, and soon enough he felt like he was ready to tackle the day. There was no sight or sound of Benji yet, but Harrison was more than happy to let the Little sleep. After all, that had been the whole point of this arrangement. Benji clearly had been neglecting his sleep and without Harrison’s intervention was only headed one way, and that wasn’t good at all.
Harrison picked up his cell phone and tapped out a message to Chris…
HARRISON: Good morning. Do I even need to ask whether you went home with a boy last night? Let me guess… blonde, blue eyed, and with a peachy ass you could spank until dawn? Anyway. I’m headed back upstate today. I’m not promising anything, but I feel different somehow… there could be an update on my novel sooner rather than later. Take it easy my friend.
Perhaps to Harrison’s surprise, it wasn’t long before he received a reply from Chris. In Harrison’s mind, Chris was probably still frolicking with whoever he’d hooked up with the previous night. But Chris being Chris, there was always work to do…
CHRIS: Great news, Harrison. I knew you’d be back on the keyboard and firing out another bestseller in no time. And is it any coincidence that this news follows a sighting of you leaving the club with a boy of your own? I’ll leave that for you to ponder. Must dash, I’ve got meetings with three senior editors, a CEO, and then… a rather cute pop star who wants to write an autobiography. Speak soon.
Harrison smiled and put his phone back down on the table. It was always a great time to hang out with Chris in person. They’d been through so much together, and it was a sign of the depth of their friendship that no matter how long it went between real life meetings, they were always able to pick up their back-and-forth banter like they had never been apart for longer than a week.
But did Chris have a point about Harrison’s sudden uptick in writing inspiration having something to do with Benji? Harrison wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t deny that it got him thinking for a moment.
But Harrison’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of some very loud snores coming from the bedroom.
‘Surely that can’t be the boy?’ Harrison chuckled, surprised by the sheer volume of the snoring. ‘Only one way to find out.’
Harrison got up from the table and walked over toward the double doors that lead into the bedroom. Taking care to open them very slowly and carefully, Harrison peeked his head inside the bedroom.
The sound very much was Benji snoring.
