Yours - Larry

9

I awaken in a panic as I'm pulled out of a nightmare, breathing hard as I catch Harry's concerned expression when he comes towards me.

"Why aren't you in your bed?"

I shrug as I reach out. "I had a nightmare."

"I can tell, lovely." He accepts it as I tug him onto me—he's heavy against me, but I wrap my body around him as he nuzzles into my neck. "I missed you."

"I'm sorry I was weird."

"You're okay," he says, kissing my neck gently. "You getting upset was okay. And your emotions aren't a burden to me. You can break as much as you need. I'm just gonna put you back together again."

I move a hand into his curls so I can tug his head back up. "Kiss me."

Our noses brush, lips meeting over and over as he kisses me tenderly with no tongue. "You're lovely."

"Aren't I?"

He grins. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes," I say. "I want bacon."

"Only bacon?"

"And whatever you want."

We eat on his patio. Harry mentions yesterday's happenings—Noel as well as our argument—merely to ensure I'm okay and not keeping my emotions in. I'm not anymore, but I was yesterday, not necessarily because I was angry, but because he had an opinion I wasn't interested in, an opinion he was permitted, yet one I was disappointed in nonetheless. Perhaps it's because it's not his business. Or perhaps it's because I wasn't ready to hear someone say what I'd convinced myself wasn't accurate over and over again. And... as much as it isn't his business, I can't help wanting him involved anyway, just so I can pour my heart out to someone. And perhaps his opinions are good—perhaps getting a new perspective isn't necessarily something to fear as much as I am.

"I've got some work," he says. "I've not worked as much as I promised Mr. Hayes, so I've got something to catch up on."

"Less sex might've helped on you not getting behind."

He smirks. "Are you gonna be okay on your own?"

"I can manage."

He stands up to press a kiss to my cheek. "Find me in case you need something, yeah?"

"Sure," I say. "Are you ever gonna finish painting me?"

"Eventually," he says. "You interrupted me."

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. And neither am I."

I grin, staying a moment once he's gone. I go swimming, sun warming me once I go back so I can soak it in on a sun-lounger. I smoke a cigarette as I run a hand down my stomach and into my boxers, hand wrapping around my hardening cock as I wonder what Harry is up to.

"Fuck it."

I wander back in, stepping into his study as he averts his eyes to give me a once-over. Someone's speaking, voice coming from his laptop as I step towards his desk to snatch a post-it note and a pen so I can write I'm horny on it. I hand it over, watching his eyebrows rise as he processes it.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He writes a quick response—bend over—so I step around and comply, resting on my arms out of view from everyone on his screen. He speaks whenever he's questioned, but reaches over to run a hand up my inner thigh, hand brushing both at once as I reach down to wrap a hand around my cock.