Page 258 of Untouchable

Parker takes him easily and so Harp doesn't hold back, hipping faster into Parker's mouth as he steadies him with both hands. He hums eagerly around Harp, gulping in between thrusts, as Harp sets an almost brutal pace, and Parker feels like his whole body is alight, his heart thumping in his chest as Harp uses his mouth.

Harp is babbling now, softly praising Parker in between low moans, and then he goes incoherent as Parker feels the first pulses of Harp’s release in his mouth, sliding hot down his throat. He swallows eagerly as Harp comes.

Harp finishes, collapsing back down on the bed with a hoarse sigh. Parker sits back on his heels, wiping his slicked chin, feeling out of breath and thoroughly satisfied. Harp rolls up onto his elbow and shoots him a look of mock annoyance.

“What?” Parker asks, batting his eyelashes innocently.

"You know what," Harp says, blinking hard, and Parker grins.

He pulls Parker up to the bed gently, guiding him to his back and kissing his collarbone. Parker hums and leans into his touches. "You don't have to..."

"And if I want to?"

"Well, if you really wantto..."

"Hey, Harp? Do you wanna come down and have a cocktail with me?" Gil calls from downstairs.

Harp groans into Parker's skin.

"'Cause I kinda... made you one," Gil shouts when he doesn't immediately get an answer.

Parker smiles, putting one hand on Harp’s chest to create distance between them.

“Go hang out with your brother,” he says. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to hop in the shower.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Harp pretends to collapse on Parker dramatically, pinning him but still holding up most of his weight and heaving out an enormous sigh.

"There's a funny 'cocktail' pun in all of this somewhere, but I'm too frustrated to pick it out," Harp says.

“Get outta here,” Parker says with a laugh, trying and failing to push Harp off him. “I’m serious. I need to go jerk off. Is that a weird thing to say? Or do? Whatever. I’m not sure I care.”

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Harp laughs and rolls off."It's not weird. It's damned fair."

He kisses Parker once—keeping it chaste—and stands to straighten out his clothes.

When he gets to the kitchen, Gil is perched in a chair with his legs crossed, sitting at the laptop.

"If you'll put in your password, I'll actually install these eight hundred updates your computer keeps yelling at you about, by the way," Gil offers.

"Oh, it's Bo loves Parker, all one word—"

"All lowercase," Gil interrupts. "Got it."

Gil rolls his eyes and taps in the password. Harp sits down across from him behind a murky-looking cocktail.

"What did you make us?" Harp asks.

“So, when I said I made you a cocktail, I didn’t necessarily mean it was a good one,” he says. “It’s gin, pomegranate juice, and beer. It’s better than it sounds, I swear.”

"Please tell me you didn't use the good gin," Harp sighs.

“Um, I used… a gin,” Gil says, grinning unapologetically. “C’mon, try it. I picked up some mixology in Portland.”

It tastes like a faintly floral combination of lube and butane and for a moment, Harp thinks Gil is trolling him—but then he watches Gil take a gulp of an identical drink and smile at him.

"Not bad, right?"

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