Harlan parked the car around the side of the house so no one could see it from the driveway. He never brought guys he was interested in to his home, but this felt right, natural. Plus he didn’t know where else to go. They both unbuckled their seatbelts and got out of the car.
“So this is your place?” Cyrus asked, looking up at the house. “It suits you well.”
“What do you mean?” Harlan asked as he led Cyrus around the back.
“It’s nice, but isolated. Far away from neighbors. Kinda like you.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, other than your little click, you keep to yourself.”
Cyrus was right, of course he was. Harlan knew he could see right through his facade. It’s true, Harlan did keep to himself. Between his family and his secrets, he had to keep them safe. That’s why Harlan never dated. Only hooked up with people but always keep them at an arm's reach. Cyrus felt different, Harlan knew they genuinely liked each other. But this was new territory and Harlan didn’t know how to move forward.
He led Cyrus into the stables behind the house and closed the door behind them.
“What about the lights?” Cyrus asked, looking around the stables.
“You can see them from the house.” Harlan replied.
The pair looked at each other in the dim light. Harlan had to ask about the “no caller ID” and the fires. Harlan pressed, trying to get information out of him. It wasn’t fun but he needed to know.
Cyrus was startled by Harlan's sudden inquisitions but he had every right. If he was going to harbor a fugitive he deserved to know the truth. Harlan stared at Cyrus while he asked questions. Cyrus loved his eyes, so big and full of emotion.
“I’m not the arsonist.” Cyrus said.
“Say it again.” Harlan demanded.
“I’m not the arsonist.” Cyrus repeated. He needed Harlan to believe him because he was all he had.
Harlan listened to his heart. Payed attention to the rhythm. He was relieved to determine that Cyrus was in fact, telling the truth. Harlan took a breath out and looked at Cyrus. He needed him to believe him, Harlan could tell by his facial expression. And Harlan did.
“I’m going to go to the house and get some bedding.” Harlan said as he turned around. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”
“Why would I, you’re all I have right now.” Cyrus said.
Neither man was ready to confess any feelings or attachment to each other. But they both felt it. They both wanted it.
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JUST THE TWO OF US: Harlan And Cyrus
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a story of Harlan Briggs and Cyrus Nix. How they met, fell in love, and how they learned the truth. This will loosely follow the plot of the source material but focus more on Harlan, Cyrus, and their relationship. Fluff, some smut, and a l...
