Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 21: Surprise

Author's Note: I can't give you fluff without giving you some smut right after. Also, be forewarned, it's been too long since Scott has suffered a bit in this story... so next chapter, I have to change that.

Chapter 21: Surprise

Harry tucked his phone into his back pocket and made his way out of rehearsal, trying to avoid conversations and any interruptions at all, really. He had never been so turned on by text messages before, and if his boyfriend was willing to... relieve him... from 1,000 miles away, Harry wanted to take advantage of that.

His trip back to the hotel was surprisingly uneventful. He only had to stop three times for pictures with fans. He nearly jogged down the hallway, unsure if he could contain this any longer. He had to hear that voice again. He prayed that Scott would let him see him, too.

The door closed with a slam, and Harry paused. The lights were off, and the curtains were drawn, but there was a dim glow from around the corner. His heart began to race. There was no way...

He rounded the corner to find the most impressive surprise he had ever received.

"How...?" Harry simply asked the man in his bed, who was laying beneath covers that just barely covered him from the waist down, revealing the bare skin of his abdomen. Harry stopped himself from launching himself at the sight.

"Yeah, I'm off today," Scott replied, smirking.

"You're a jerk," Harry's eyes narrowed, playfully.

"I wanted to surprise you," Scott replied, lazily, running a hand through his hair and looking Harry up and down a few times, biting his lip.

That was enough of that.

Harry was on top of him within the amount of time it took Scott to take a deep breath. He connected their lips in a needy kiss, groaning as his lips made contact with something they had missed so much. He cupped Scott's face in his hands, running his fingers over the stubble of his beard.

He did not for one second forget that Scott was completely naked beneath him. His dick twitched as he thought about this fact. He laughed lightly as he felt hands pawing at his own clothing.

"Can we even this out a bit?" Scott asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"No, I don't think so," Harry replied, and disappeared beneath the comforter without another word.

Harry blew softly on the tip of Scott's cock as he positioned himself below the blanket. Eliciting a sharp intake of breath, Harry smirked.

"This is not... fair... fuck." Scott whined as Harry took him into his mouth. "This was not the plan, Harold,"

Harry bobbed up and down, attempting to take as much of Scott into his mouth as possible. This was a difficult task, but Harry felt a sense of pride when he was able to take nearly all of it.

"Maybe you shouldn't... ugh..." Scott's words came out broken and desperate, and Harry adored it.

"Harry, wait."

Harry crawled up the man's torso, emerging from beneath the covers to make concerned eye contact.

"You have to sing in like, three hours," Scott argued, breathlessly.

"Hmm..." Harry replied, pulling on Scott's cock as he sat up. He could listen to this man moan and whimper on a loop for the rest of his life. "I guess you're right. Any ideas?"

"Yeah, you can take these damn clothes off." Scott replied, pouting and reaching for the shorter man.

Harry stood up, ignoring Scott's grabby-hand motion. (How could he be so damn cute and sexy at the same time?) He removed each piece of his own clothing at a torturingly slow speed. He wasn't even really sure why he was doing this, as it was just as painful for him as it was for the blond.