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Xavier
Thunder loudly clapped outside, jerking me from my sleep. A moment later, lightning flashed through the room, lighting up the dark living room. I sat up and scrubbed my hand down my face, yawning. Thunder boomed again, and this time, Harlow jerked awake with a scream, his voice sounding hoarse. He lurched off the couch, his shirt clinging to his abs from sweat.
His sudden movements scared the shit out of me, not going to lie. I watched him like he was on the verge of attacking, waiting to see if he was okay. I’d learned my lesson last time. My throat now wore the light bruising of his handprint.
He looked around, his eyes landing on me for a moment. “Fuck,” he finally rasped, storming out of the living room.
I frowned at his back, worried about him. How did he live like this? How could he survive on such little sleep? What had happened overseas? What had he witnessed that kept him awake?
I quickly got up and followed him. When I stepped into his room, he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He was bent over, his elbows resting on his knees. His face was in his hands as he drew in slow, deep breaths.
“Harlow?” I asked quietly, not wanting to shock him too much.
He looked up at me in surprise, like he forgot I was here with him just that fast. “Shit,” he muttered. “Did I wake you?”
Had he even seen me in the living room then? Or was he still only seeing the horror of whatever he’d endured?
I shook my head. “No. I woke up a moment before you did. Thunder woke me up. You okay?”
He laughed a little, but it didn’t sound like he thought anything was really funny. “You want the truth?”
“Always,” I instantly said. I didn’t care if that truth might scare me. I hated being lied to. And I wanted all of Harlow’s truths, even if I didn’t deserve them.
Harlow’s brows pulled low over his eyes. My heart ached at the distraught expression twisting his handsome features. “I’m never okay, Xavier.” Grunting, he gripped the back of his damp shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor. Hard abs were revealed with a broad chest and thick arms.
I almost swallowed my tongue.
Forcing myself to get my head out of my ass, I headed into the bathroom I spotted through one of the open doorways and flicked on the light. After finding a washcloth, I wet it with cool water, wrung it out, and then walked back into the bedroom. Harlow was in the same spot he was in when I left. Silently, I took a seat beside him on his bed and began to wipe the cool cloth along his skin.
He shuddered, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured, letting his head hang down, his elbows resting on his knees again, his hands dangling in front of him this time.
“My mom used to do this when I was a little kid after a nightmare,” I told him. It was one of the few good memories I had with her. “It always helped soothe me back to sleep.”
Harlow chuckled. “I don’t know if it’ll soothe me back to sleep, but my dick is waking up.”
My eyes widened in surprise at how blunt he was. He turned to look at me, and I swallowed thickly. My hand tightened around the washcloth in my hand, my pulse kicking up in speed. Harlow licked his lips. “If I kiss you, will you punch me?” he teased.
I shook my head, at a loss for words. I had no idea what was about to happen between us, but if it was what I was thinking, I didn’t want to stop it by opening my mouth. I’d always had a thing for Harlow, and now that I was no longer closeted, I could finally have this.
It felt almost too good to be true with all the history between us.
His lips tentatively met mine, and that was it. It was all the push either of us needed. The cloth fell from my hand, plopping to the hardwood floor, and I eagerly kissed him back, deepening the kiss. He growled and yanked me closer, his teeth aggressively sinking into my bottom lip. Groaning, I opened my mouth, tasting the blood on my tongue. He licked into my mouth, pushing me back to lie on the bed.
He ground his cock against mine, his weight settling on top of me. I groaned and rutted against him as well, spreading my legs to accommodate his body. He moved from my lips and continued rutting against me, grinding our shafts together. I panted, my eyes rolling back in my head. We were still fully clothed, yet this was the hottest sexual experience I’d ever had.
“Ha-Harlow,” I groaned, a shudder wracking through my body. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, needing more friction.
“Fucking hell,” he snarled. His hand wrapped around my throat, and my eyes rolled back in my head, my orgasm washing over me. I came in my shorts just that fast, growling his name. He followed a moment later and slumped on top of me, his face turned into the curve of my neck.
“Shit,” I finally whispered.
Harlow chuckled. “Is that a good shit?”
I wrapped my arms around him, my eyelids falling shut. “One of the best. But now I need a shower,” I confessed. “I’m not a fan of being a cold, sticky mess.”
Harlow grunted and moved off of me, heading into the bathroom. I sat up and pushed my fingers through my hair before following him. He already had the shower started when I got in there and was pulling his shorts down his legs.
He was thick and long, ready to go again. The tip was red and swollen. Fuck, how was his rebound time so fast? I was still soft, though the beautiful sight of him completely bare to my hungry eyes was slowly stirring my cock back awake.
