Yours - Larry

2

"Louis?"

I momentarily panic, but my mind is eased as soon as I see Harry and remember I'm in LA. "Hi."

"I'm sorry," he says, expression sheepish. "I'm not gonna mind you sleeping in, but in case you're up to it, I made some pancakes. I'm going to work soon, so..."

"Oh," I say, unintentionally sounding unhappy. "I assumed you were gonna stay."

"I'm sorry. But we've got an emergency I can't asses through my laptop."

I hum in response as my eyes wander. He's pretty even in sweats, but I want to see him undressed. Heat rises in my cheeks as my mind wanders as much as my eyes. I move to stand up instead, instantly missing my new mattress. Harry hasn't demanded my company as much as suggested it, but I'm not in a position where I can say no.

It occurs to me I'm only wearing boxers when Harry gives me a once-over. I've purposely chosen not to put out as an escort. I want a say in who touches me, not to mention I can't pick my clients any more than I can pick my tattoo sessions. Sex means cheating men that can't get it up unless an escort comes by in panties.

But... sometimes sex can mean someone as pretty as Harry. And yet I want intimacy, not a business agreement that becomes impersonal as soon as it's happening with an understanding that money is involved. I can normally resist my young clients, mainly because it's never very long I'm hired, but a month around Harry...

"I'm gonna pee," I say. "Then we can eat."

"Just... on your right when you're at my piano."

My bathroom is nice and neat. I want to clean up properly, but I postpone it so Harry and I can eat before he heads out.

"Do you cook much?"

He meets my eyes as I snatch a seat next to him by his island. "I suppose so. I enjoy it."

"Looks good," I say, eyeing my pancakes. "I'm so hungry."

He pushes my cigarettes towards me. "These were in my car."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"I'm not angry," he says, putting a hand on my arm. "I'm just not sure when I'm coming back. I assume you need one. Or perhaps more."

"I can stop in case you want me to, but I need some gum."

"It's not an issue to me. I mean, I need you to go outside, but I assume that much is a given."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Well," I say, putting pancake in my mouth, "I'm sure your usual escorts smell nicer."

"My usual escorts?"

"Am I your only one?"

"Yeah. And your cigarettes are not making you smell bad."

I open my mouth to respond, but my phone rings and interrupts me.

"Hey," Levi says once I pick up. "Is now good?"

"I guess so."

"How are you?"

"Tired, mostly."

"And Harry?"

"He's nice."

"Nice?"

"Best one yet, I reckon."

Harry has been brought up. And Harry can tell. It's not necessarily awkward, but it's not not awkward.