Page 316 of Untouchable

"That really made my night," Harp admits.

“I guess it did feel kinda good,” Parker says, and he turns towards Harp, wrapping his arms around him and burrowing his face into Harp’s chest. Harp takes his weight, and Parker sags, breathing deeply.

“God,” he said breathlessly. “I can’t believe—how did I even—oh my god—“

It feels good to hold Parker—it always does. Parker presses the length of his body against Harp, who gives him an appreciative squeeze, wrapping his arms around him.

Even as he thinks about comforting Parker, though, Harp's mind is wandering towards what's next. He wants Parker abruptly, wants to reward him for being so brave, maybe—or maybe I have a thing for assertiveness now, Harp thinks. It's as if the adrenaline from the confrontation is now rerouting in Harp, morphing from negative fight-or-flight to positive excitement. His hands seem to move on their own, and after a moment he's squeezing Parker's ass in the dark.

Parker doesn't seem to notice, babbling about how much he'd surprised even himself.

"C'mon," Harp says, gently parting with Parker before guiding him the last few paces to the car.

“It’s just like—where did that even come from, you know?” Parker says as he climbs into Harp’s truck. “It was like, I was all set to panic and shut down and—well, you know how I get—and then suddenly it was just, like, boom, I wasn’t even scared of him anymore. I just wanted him to fuck off? But then I actually told him to? Like, did aliens come down and possess me or something?”

Harp chuckles deep in his chest. "Maybe," he offers. His hand finds Parker's thigh in the dark. "Maybe you're just braver than you realized."

"God, like, I could barely even sit there in the same bar as him. Like I could feel him watching us. What a creep." The words are tumbling out of Parker, distracting him from the fact that Harp hasn't made any attempt to start the truck yet. Instead, he slides closer on the bench seat, inching his palm up Parker's leg until it's finally resting possessively, high on his inner thigh.

Normally Parker would be all over Harp the minute he got a little handsy, but Harp isn't deterred by the lack of response. It's actually kind of adorable how distracted he is.

“I should text Mindy—“ Parker says, wriggling around to pull his phone out of his pocket. “Haha, she’s not even going to believe—god, if you’d told me a year ago that I'd spend Christmas away from my family and then tell Cole to fuck off—“

Harp strokes his palm up against the front of Parker's jeans, dragging a firm touch against him.

I don't even know where I'm going with this, Harp admits to himself. I just need him.

"It's like who even am I, you know?" Parker continues, not missing a beat. "I can't believe him! Honestly, what an ass—"

Harp twists in the seat to face Parker better.

"He is an ass," Harp agrees. His hands reach Parker's belt buckle.

"Right? Like, the ass of the century and totally not in a good way."

"Mhm," Harp hums absentmindedly as he grips the belt firmly and undoes it.

Suddenly, Parker seems to come back to himself, finally aware of the fact that Harp’s hand is now working down the front of his pants.

“Harp?” Parker says, his voice catching. “Um, what are you....”

"Do you want me to stop?" Harp asks in a voice that sounds all too ready for pillow talk. Parker doesn't answer immediately and there's a sudden drop in Harp's stomach.

Just because Parker seems to always want you doesn't mean you get permission to grope him any time you have a hard-on, Harp thinks with a lurch. He begins to extract his hands from Parker's jeans, embarrassed.

“No—“ Parker says quickly, his hand darting out to stop Harp from removing his hand. “I mean—I—but—why—“

"You is why," Harp insists. Parker has stilled his hands and Harp waits, hands halfway tucked into Parker's briefs. "Watching you stand up to someone who deserves it is just... It did things to me. I mean, the way you shut him down was one of the most boner-inducing things I've ever witnessed, Parker. I guess I'm horny for poetic justice, what can I say."

“Haha, really?” Parker asks. He’s laughing, but he tilts his hips forward allowing Harp better access. “I mean I wasn’t even trying to, but whatever. And I’m totally serious, if he tries to talk to me again, I’ll get a no contact order if I have to because—“

Harp knows exactly where he's going with this, now. This corner of the parking lot is dark and deserted, and all of these different details have coalesced into a compelling argument for instant gratification. Harp strokes a hand down against Parker's bare skin as Parker keeps talking. Harp feels bad for not listening, but he's currently much more interested in Parker's half-hard cock.

“This is—really hot—“ Parker says with a grin. “I can’t believe seeing Cole was a good thing, like, what even—“

The risk he's taking by fooling around in the truck only barely registers as Harp carefully drags Parker's jeans and briefs down. Parker keeps talking as he hips up to encourage Harp to undress him. He doesn't need Parker naked, though—just naked enough —and Harp stops when the garments are halfway down his thighs.

Parker is hard now—even though they've been together for months, it doesn't take much. Harp gently strokes Parker's cock just enough to tease and Parker stops breathing for a beat.

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