Page 68 of Antagonist

“Hell no,” I laugh but then look up. “But I think you find it really hard to let go.”

His smile leaves his lips and his brows furrow. “I don’t know why I do it. I’ve always been like this. Maybe that’s why everyone leaves.”

“Who’s left you?”

There’s a pause before he all but whispers, “Tate. Stella…and…”

“All the people that promised to love you.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

I hold him tightly, and my chest expands when he holds me even closer and then runs his hands over my hair.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather sleep,” he says, yawning. “If you’re good, I might let you play with my ass in the morning.”

“I’m never good.”

“I know.”

I smile against his chest, feeling as light as a feather floating in the wind.

“Night, Harry.”

“Night, baby.”

20

HARRISON

Wakingup with an erection isn’t new. I’m a guy, after all.

Waking up with said erection engulfed in the heat of Fletcher’s mouth is a whole new experience that will definitely be recorded for those times when there’s nothing else but my left hand.

His long hair fans over my stomach so I can’t see his face, just a blond head bobbing up and down, creating pleasure waves that flow up to my chest, almost taking my breath away.

At least this is a good distraction from worrying about how I called him baby just before we fell asleep. No matter how right it felt when the word spilled from my lips.

With any luck, Fletcher didn’t hear it.

Yeah, right.

I open my legs to give room to his exploring fingers, which is when he looks up.

“Oh, hi!” He scoots up, abandoning my dick in favor of my mouth.

There must be a hidden caveman somewhere inside me because I love it far too much that Fletcher is smaller and lighter than me, and I can easily flip us so he’s under me.

Not smaller by much, but enough that it makes a difference.

There’s no mistaking I’m with a man. I’ll probably have a beard rash by the time I get to work on Monday if we continue to kiss this much.

“Good morning,” I say, nipping his lower lip.

“Morning.”

We left the curtains open last night. The warm sunlight coming through the wide windows makes his eyes look almost translucent and his angel hair lighter.