I moved away from him, back to the table, grabbing the pint glass and kneeling down next to him.
“Up you come, handsome. I need you to drink this.” I put my arm around his back and encouraged him to sit up.
“Uuugh, I really don’t want any more.”
“It’ll make you feel good. Honestly. It’ll be worth it in the morning.”
Harry narrowed his eyes skeptically, wrinkling his nose. “That’s what the other guys said.”
“And I’m not them.”
“Promise?” He looked at me so hopefully that I dipped my head so he missed the desire that blasted through my body and showed on my face.
Why the hell did he have to be so fucking cute? I swear it was illegal.
“I never break my promises,” I replied as I met his eyes again. I mean, I lied all the time and fucked around whenever I wanted, but I hadsomemorals, even if they were usually hidden beneath a layer of dirt.
Harry kept his gaze fixed on me as he lifted his hands to take the glass, cupping it between his palms, until he gulped a mouthful, his lids fluttering shut. I nearly fucking groaned at the pleasure on his face as he tipped his head back, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
What the fuck was I doing? I should just leave him to sleep, go sit on the sofa and spend the night with a crooked neck instead of edging nearer to him.
“Is that good?” I asked breathlessly, pointlessly torturing myself.
He finished the entire glass with a deep gasp, panting as he lowered it. “Yeah, Dom, it’s really good.” I was so close to praising him for taking it all.
My eyes devoured his face, his neck, the curves of his arms and belly. Harry's chest rose and fell as he handed back the glass, a drop of water escaping the side of his mouth and running to his chin. I turned to leave the bed, planning to get him more water and give myself space to cool down, but he shot out a hand and grabbed my sleeve.
I looked back at him in surprise. “Can you stay with me?” he mumbled, so fucking pure it hurt.
“I will, don’t worry.” I stroked his hand as I gently removed it. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
He laughed as he babbled again, “I want you here,” he said, patting the bed beside him. “I like company, and I can finally sleep. You’re so loud.” Harry shook his head, grinning to himself. “I mean, you know that. I’m so worried you’re going to be fucking and I can’t sleep. You keep me up all night, and not in a good way.”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut before snapping them open again and looking up at me.
“At least like this, I know you’re not going to keep me up. With you beside me, I can sleep.” He smirked in a way I never expected, and my fucking heart trembled as he awkwardly crawled under the duvet.
He was driving me crazy. If I hadn’t half-carried his drunk ass up all those flights of stairs, I would have said he was winding me up to get me into bed to see how far I would go. I’d had a straight guy try it before, and he’d called me a freak as soon as I reached for his cock.
I bit my lip as I went to refill the glass, telling myself I was just doing a favour for a sort-of friend. I was a good Samaritan, a hero, even. I'd brought him here to make sure he slept well, end of story.
Taking a deep breath, I walked back into my bedroom. I’d already crossed a line inside myself. I was going to do whatever he asked, simply because it was him.
If he wanted me to sleep next to him, I was there, and if I ended up wrapped around him in the night, I’d just blame it on the alcohol, even though my last drink wasan hour or two ago.
I kept my gaze on Harry’s face as I stuck the glass on the bedside table. I quickly whipped off my shirt. His eyes went wide as they scoured my body, and with his sharp intake, I knew I was well and truly fucked.
Dom
Iheard him get up in the dark. In my single bed, I crushed myself against the wall, staring blankly at it as I listened to him moving around. I should have let him take my spot so he didn’t fall out, but when he pushed me down, I couldn’t say no.
I stayed quiet, my mind spinning in the dark, wondering what he would say when he came back and found me here. Though we kept each other warm, the duvet was barely enough to cover us. I didn’t want the peace to end.
I’d bought a small bed to make sure guys didn’t stay the night, but I was kicking myself over it.
The toilet flushed, and light briefly flooded the bed as the bathroom door opened. It was a shame Harry was still in his boxers; I wanted a proper look at his cock.
Before I knew it, Harry lifted the duvet, thumping in next to me, his chest to my back, tucking his arm around my waist like he was meant to be there.