Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

♡ Chapter 4 - Stupid

His pair throws the ball too far away and he was now one second from giving up. Dropping his arms in frustration, he looks at Liam and groans to himself.

"I know you have a lot of strength, Bruce Wayne. No need to shove it in my face" he glances at the ball waiting near the bleachers. "... Almost."

Liam approaches him, racket in his hand and a persuasive, innocent smile on his face. "Very funny" he raises his shirt until the famous Batman logo is covered, making his bellybutton visible. "You know, if I had his strength you wouldn't even see that ball."

"Well, that'd be a win-win" he states, sitting down on the pavement despite being aware that the chances of getting hit by someone else's ball was really high.

Liam groans. "Come on, Harry! If you don't move your arse no one's gonna catch the ball and we're gonna spend the entire class looking at each other."

"Sounds good to me" he rests his head on the floor, looking at the clear sky. He didn't know if he should be thankful for it or not, because now he was sweating from head to toe. Suddenly, the sun stops hitting his face and he opens his eyes, coming across with Liam, who had his legs spread on his sides and was now giving him a serious look.

"I'm gonna go get the ball. But only this time." 

Harry makes all the effort in the world to get his arse up until his friend is back and ready to throw the ball at him.

"Let's focus, now" Liam says, backing away from the net to find his place on the court.

Thirty minutes later they were in the locker room, talking about what they would eat for lunch, when Liam decides to ask something not so appetite-whetting.

"How was your first time at the sexologist?" he quietly asks, making sure no one else could hear him.

Harry rolls his eyes, taking off his tennis shoes. "It was fine" he simply says. He carries on undressing until he's left only in his boxer briefs - he would never let no one see him in panties in person. Never again.

"Just..." Liam stares deeper at him while talking off his shorts. "... fine?"

"Uh-uh" Harry nods. He sits down on the long bench, waiting for the showers to clear out so that he could comfortably wash away the dirt and sweat off his body.

"What does he look like? Does he have grey hair?"

Harry scoffs with a giggle. "Yeah. And a dislocated hip."

Liam sits down next to him, nudging his arm after he sees the way Harry's cheeks were gaining back color as he bit on his lip. "Seriously. Is he younger?"

Harry wanted to laugh at the way they both thought a sexologist would look like. Oh, how they were wrong...

"He is." He lets go of his lip, looking away from his friend's inquisitive expression. He wanted to push the image of the beautiful man to the back of his mind and ignore the eagerness of seeing his face again. But he just wasn't able to. 

 God, he needed him. He needed the impetuous effect he had on him. How could he miss someone who had made him feel embarrassed the whole time they were together? Someone who, with just one touch or look, could have him doing anything he wanted. Harry wanted, willingly, to be used by him. It didn't matter when or how, even if only once in his life. He desired that man with a ferocious passion that burned inside of him like a match. It felt like he could explode soon, and it wouldn't stop until he had him.  

"Hmm..." He acknowledges Harry's condition. "Is he hot, then?"

Harry stares back at him after taking a deep breath. "Ridiculously hot."