Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 10: Preferred Method of Payment

Author's Note: Whoops. Had to change the rating of this story based on this chapter and some future ones. Teehee :D

Chapter 10: Preferred Method of Payment

By the grace of some miracle that Harry couldn't understand, he never caught Scott's illness from hell. Harry had gone over every day for the past week after his time in the studio, and held onto Scott as he recovered. He hated the thought of Scott being sick with no one to care for him. He knew that Mitch and Kirstie had been over for quick visits, but that they had not wanted to get too close.

So he lay there in Scott's bed, lazily trailing kisses over his shoulders and jawline, tracing small circles on his chest and stomach, and holding him close as the coughing fits took over. While he loved that Scott was allowing him to take care of him, Harry wished that he could be laying in this bed with a few less clothes, and in slightly different circumstances. But he lay there anyway, and he loved every second of those seven days.

Sure, Scott may be fully recovered now, but Harry still found himself at the Starbucks drive-through, picking up a hot tea for the blond, fully intending to continue to dote over him.

He was probably sick of it, but Harry smiled to himself at that thought, because he simply didn't care.

Scott answered the door quickly today, which solidified the fact that he was feeling better. He was in ripped skinny jeans and a plaid shirt, which indicated that he had either gone somewhere or was planning to. Harry was relieved to see that.

Scott smiled when he saw him standing in the doorway with his tea in hand. There was that precious crinkle of his nose, again.

"Harry, I'm feeling better." Scott said, letting him in.

"Just making sure," Harry replied, shoving the tea into his hands as he passed and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"I actually came for my payment," Harry continued, a serious look on his face now as he entered the kitchen.

"Payment for...?" Scott started. "Starbucks tea?"

Harry laughed and closed the gap between them quickly. Scott's back met the kitchen island as he was pushed backwards. Harry pressed on his hips and placed a quick kiss on the crook of his neck.

"For taking such good care of you," Harry replied, lazily. He placed another kiss there for good measure. He enjoyed feeling the pulse of the taller man beneath his lips.

Scott placed his tea on the island, reaching far across it to do so. Harry thought the placement was funny. Scott had long arms but that reach seemed unnecessary.

Nope, it wasn't unnecessary at all. Within a split second, Scott had spun on his heel to face Harry, reached behind his legs, and hoisted him up on the counter in one fluid motion.

It was the sexiest split second of Harry's life.

Scott attacked his lips as his hands rested on the small of his back. Harry moaned against him, letting his hands roam over the body pressed to him.

Scott pulled away, suddenly, and Harry groaned, not caring if he sounded eager. "How do you prefer payment?" Scott asked, looking into his eyes. Harry noticed that Scott's eyes were dark with lust.

"What do you suggest?" Harry asked, running his hands through the blond hair in front of him. All he wanted was his mouth back on Scott's. Or better yet, his mouth on another part of Scott. His dick twitched at the thought. He groaned as his pants tightened.

"I can certainly help you there," Scott replied, looking down between them. Harry nearly exploded just at that thought.

"I would say that would even the score," Harry said, trying to convey as much confidence as possible. He realized quickly that he had failed, his voice coming out with an embarrassing amount of desperation.