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(This chapter was unpublished for some reason, so reloading it) 

Hot. 

The room had gotten warmer and warmer as the night went on, though Harper couldn't figure out why. His eyes also refused to open, making him even more confused until the sun finally began to rise through the dusty window. 

"That crazy granny is going to kill us if we stay in here too much longer." 

Rule's voice...

"Okay, you can go. I'm still recovering, so I don't think she'll mind if I stay in bed a while longer." 

Arthur. 

Feeling warm fingers press against the smooth skin of his chest felt a little strange, but Harper couldn't place why. When another set of fingers began to slip beneath the waistband of the shorts he was borrowing, he knew that there was something up. 

Sitting up abruptly, he felt both hands flinch where they were... but then the one on his chest, beneath his shirt, if he actually thought about it, shoved him right back down and held him there. 

"What are you guys doing?" Harper mumbled sleepily as he finally made his eyes open. 

Both lords were staring down at him. Rule was on his right while Arthur sat on his left. 

Arthur's hand slowly slipped out from beneath Harper's shirt, but Rule's grin just grew into a smirk as he gently began rubbing Harper's thigh. 

"Hey, that's not your leg to rub," he mumbled awkwardly as he reached down, grabbing Rule's wrist to remove him from his shorts. 

The lord let him. Harper knew that he could easily keep it there if he wanted to, but thankfully Rule didn't fight him on it and let him remove his hand. 

"It could be... all you'd have to do is ask and I'd be glad to rub you anywhere you'd like." Rule purred, earning a chuckle from Arthur as he slid from the bed to begin getting dressed. 

Wait. I thought he had on at least a pair of undergarments last night... 

Turning his attention back to Rule, Harper looked down his body, then up. The blanket was hiding the important part of his lower half, but it was clear that he, too, wasn't wearing anything. 

"Why are you both naked?" He asked, nervously looking down at himself to check that he was, indeed, at least still wearing his shorts. 

At least they didn't undress me. 

"Just in case." Rule said, tossing him a wink before he, too, got up to get dressed. 

Harper felt his cheeks heat and hurried to spin around, burying his face in one of the pillows. "Is that a silent invitation, Harper?" Rule asked in a low, husky voice right next to his ear as the bed dipped in several places and his back suddenly became much warmer than it should have been. 

"I don't think you should be trying anything else with the magistrate next door." Arthur noted, making Harper hurry to nod his agreement into the pillow. 

Expecting the heat to disappear after Arthur's words, Harper slowly began to inch his way up, only to bump against a firm body looming over him. He immediately dropped back down with a quiet noise, then glared over his shoulder at a smirking Rule. 

"True, we should leave for your estate soon, Arthur." Rule said as he finally got off the bed and began looking for something to wear in the small bag he'd brought. 

Harper hurried off the bed, too, but frowned when he remembered that he had nothing to change into. "Don't worry, we're going to leave soon and we can stop at a tailor on the way to my estate."