Page 148 of Untouchable

They manageto demolish an impressive amount of food, and once Parker’s cleared the trash away, he turns out all but one lamp and returns to the couch. It’s funny, he thinks, that the day has taken so many twists and turns but has still ended up being better than he could have possibly planned.

Or maybe, he realizes, anything they had done would have been perfect. Maybe it was the simple fact of being with Harp that made it wonderful.

Parker’s still watching Harp out of the corner of his eye, as discreetly as he can, and it seems like Harp is enjoying the movie, but it’s hard to tell. Parker, of course, is distracted. He is sitting next to Harp, Harp’s arm around him, breathing in the odd combination of Harp’s smell and what appears to be Mindy’s body wash. And while cuddling is nice, Harp’s proximity is having an undeniable effect, and soon Parker has to draw the blanket over his lap to hide that he’s getting hard from just this. He squirms uncomfortably, trying to rein himself in.

* * *

Parker starts shifting around predictablyby the time they get to the third act of the movie. Harp can guess what's on Parker's mind—it's on his own, too, and he's painfully aware of every shift in Parker's weight on the couch. He wouldn't mind kissing Parker, allowing Parker to remind him how much he's wanted and having another chance to explore more of Parker, but... Harp isn't sure if he can stomach making out in front of Finding Nemo.

"You wish we were doing something else?" Harp asks, leaving it just vague enough, hoping Parker will take the bait and run with it. Harp isn't any good at this, he realizes. He's almost afraid to let Parker know how much Harp wants him.

Parker smiles up at Harp but it’s more like a grimace.

“This is great,” he says, sounding not at all convincing. “I’m just not good at sitting still. Do you like it?”

"It's a good movie," Harp says, shifting where he sits. If Parker isn't going to make this easy for them, then he's about to see the painful reality of Harp trying to make a move.

Without warning, he grabs the remote and flips the TV off. Parker turns to protest with a curious smile on his face but instead of acting apologetic, Harp strokes a hand across the nape of Parker's neck. It's gentle, but more insistent than a casual touch.

"It's really cute," Harp continues. "And I can see why you like it. But it's hell pretending to pay attention, when all I'm thinking about is kissing you."

* * *

If Parker thoughthe was turned on simply by sitting next to Harp, it’s nothing compared to the effect of Harp’s admission. And even though they’re boyfriends—Parker still can’t quite believe it—it’s intoxicating and almost unreal to hear that Harp wants him.

“I—I was trying to behave myself,” Parker says sheepishly. “But... yeah. This has been... a little torturous.”

Harp’s hand is firmer on the back of his neck now, and each movement sends sparks cascading down his spine.

“How—you—we’re still going slow, right?” Parker says, desperately trying to put the brakes on his hormones, though he knows it’s a lost cause already.

“Slow and steady," Harp says. He pulls Parker in for a kiss, and Parker responds immediately, melting into him, tilting his head up and opening to receive Harp.

At this point, Parker has no idea what slow and steady even means, because suddenly he’s sitting in Harp’s lap with Harp’s tongue down his throat.

Not that he minds, of course.

Instantly his breath goes shorter, and he digs his fingers into Harp’s shoulders. Parker has kissed his fair share of people, but it’s never been like this, where even the slightest bit of attention seems to drive him out of his mind. It’s elating and intoxicating and terrifying all at once.

He wants to tell Harp, I can’t go slow, I can’t be steady, with you I can’t, I can’t— but all that comes out is Harp’s name, gasped against Harp’s own lips.

* * *

It'sintense to have so much of Parker touching him at once, even through their layers of clothes—and this, Harp realizes—is why they have to go slow. If he doesn't, he'll lose himself in the physical side of it, check out the same way he had checked out every time he'd been with a stranger, every time he'd stroked himself in the last decade. To have any more than this, he knows, would cause him to lose himself in the current, to be dragged under.

Parker's kisses are desperate and different and so specifically for him, for Harp.

Harp strokes up the smooth skin of Parker's back with both hands, raking his shirt up a little, and he groans into their kiss.

* * *

Parker realizes very quicklythat their positioning was a mistake, because with his legs spread and clinging to Harp’s thighs, with his ass against Harp’s groin, it’s easy to imagine what it would be like without the clothing between them. Harp’s hands are roving over Parker’s bare back now, and Parker can’t believe he survived so long between the last time they’d kissed and now.

Harp breaks the kiss suddenly and Parker looks at him, almost cross-eyed from want and confusion and desire.

“Mindy’s… not going to be home for a while, right?” Harp asks slowly, and Parker laughs.

“No,” he says. “She’s gone for the night. And if she has her way, she won’t even be back ’til reallylate.”

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