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Harry didn’t even pretend to understand how any of it worked or how he stayed undetected. Harry had asked, and Yunho began to explain mirrored satellites something-or-other and dark networks something else, but Harry hadn’t understood a word of it.
What he had understood was the new driver’s licence to go with the new passport Yunho had had done earlier. He understood the online history Yunho had fabricated to make the new identity look believable: school and college records, a few parking tickets over the years, bank accounts, and an Australian Medicare card.
A whole new life.
Not just for him, but for Asher too.
In Australia.
It would get them into the country, anyway. Where they chose to go after Parrish was dealt with, they didn’t know. Maybe they’d travel Australia for a bit. Maybe they wouldn’t.
After all, neither of them knew what a ‘normal life’ was.
They would just try and get through each day without killing each other. Or someone else.
Harry had some reservations about going back to Australia. He hadn’t been there for over a decade, after all. But his mission to see Parrish fall was all the incentive he needed.
Australia’s tight gun laws were Asher’s biggest peeve.
“I have to leave my babies here,” he said, pouting.
“Yunho and Lucas will look after them,” Harry tried. “Locked up and stored correctly in a climate-controlled room. They’re in good hands.”
It was Yunho’s war room, but still.
“I feel very naked without them. Very vulnerable. I don’t like it.”
Harry gave him a hug and kept him held tight. “You know you can buy new guns when we get there.”
Asher looked up at him, wide-eyed and hopeful. “I can?”
Harry nodded and kissed the tip of his nose. “Of course you can. There are just some regulations, like background checks. But you have a whole new identity now, remember?”
He rolled his eyes. “Fucking Joshua. Do I look like a Joshua?”
Harry laughed. “No.” Then he whispered in his ear, “I’ll always whisper Asher in your ear when I’m fucking you. No other name. Ever.”
Asher groaned. “Christ.” He palmed himself. “You know, I feel so much better. I think if we went real slow...”
Harry laughed and lifted Asher’s chin so he could kiss his lips. His face was completely healed, his jaw was almost there. But his ribs were still sore. Better than they were, but nowhere near ready. “I’m sorry. That was cruel of me.”
“Harry.”
“Asher, baby, you’re not ready for that.”
That fire and rage burned in his eyes. Harry hadn’t seen it in many weeks. He pushed Harry toward the bed. “Sit the fuck down.”
Okay, then.
That was angry Asher, fed-up Asher. Turned-on Asher.
Harry sat on the bed and Asher undid his shorts. He pulled his dick out, but Harry was too tall, still up too high. Asher pulled his shoulder. “Get on your knees, on the floor.”
Harry went willingly. He licked his lips, opened his mouth, looked up, and waited.
“Holy fuck,” Asher breathed. He fisted the base of his cock and fed it to Harry.
Harry moaned as the taste hit his tongue. It had been so long, and he wanted this just as much as Asher. If Asher set the pace, he’d be okay. So Harry gave him his mouth to do with as he wanted.
