Page 154 of Untouchable

Under the guise of getting more comfortable, Parker shifts, sliding his hand inside Harp’s shirt to rest on his pec, as he squeezes his leg almost imperceptibly, applying slight pressure to Harp’s cock.

Harp makes a lovely little noise and so Parker continues, letting his leg lay down a little more heavily on Harp’s crotch. He begins to trace seemingly idle shapes through the thatch of hair on Harp’s chest, but he has a destination in mind. The first time he grazes across Harp’s nipple, he can feel more than hear Harp’s breath hitch, and so he does it again, a little more intentionally this time.

* * *

Harp feelsfoggy and all soft around the edges—better than the best high he can recall. He's full up on the taste of Parker, the smell of him, the reality of intimacy with him, both gentle and urgent. Most of all, with Parker here in his arms, he is happy. He smiles and sighs when Parker shifts, making a barely audible noise of contentment.

Harp loves the casual intimacy with Parker, giving someone gentle access to his body, feeling completely vulnerable and open. He sighs and relaxes into the touch, drifting.

* * *

I feel comfortable stopping you when I need to. I like your attention. Harp’s words from earlier float back to him, and Parker gains a little more courage, tracing circles around this sensitive area of Harp’s chest, feeling Harp’s nipple begin to harden under his touch. Through the stiff material of Harp’s jeans, he can feel Harp’s erection growing again, too, against his bare leg.

Harp has gone boneless under Parker’s touches, and Parker delights in having unrestricted access to him—his boyfriend, he reminds himself. Harp had taken such good care of him earlier, and Parker is eager to return the favor. Although, Parker thinks, even with his extensive dick-sucking experience, he’s not sure he can possibly top the performance Harp has given this evening.

Harp lets out a soft, contented sigh, and Parker wriggles again, grinding his leg for a brief moment against Harp’s crotch before nuzzling Harp’s shirt open, bringing his lips to brush across Harp’s other nipple.

* * *

Harp standsat a crossroads in his mind.

He wants to go on. It feels good, and more might feel good, too. Would certainly feel good, he knows. But as Harp's body grows more urgent, some edgy part of his brain steps back to insist not ready, not yet.

Something tugs at him. He doesn't want to disappoint Parker. He doesn't want the night to end or go sour, just because he has to ask Parker to stop.

Harp only has a moment to decide, though, or he's sure Parker is going to make quick work of his jeans buttons.

He gently brings Parker's chin up, kissing him deep before he has a chance to protest. When they break, Parker looks dismayed. Harp knows he wants to reciprocate—and maybe even Parker gets off on getting people off just as much as Harp does. But he can't tonight. And he has a bigger need, anyway.

"That feels incredible," Harp admits in a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah?" Parker asks, brightening.

Harp nods. "Do you know what would feel even better?"

"Tell me," Parker asks, breathless.

Harp takes Parker's hand and brings it to his neck right where it meets his shoulder. "Do you feel that?" he asks, pressing Parker's fingertips against a hard knot that's been developing since this morning.

"Oh, Harp—" Parker says, sounding forlorn.

"I'm serious," Harp says—and he really is. "It's sore and I don't want to wait until Thursday. Please?"

* * *

Parker knowsthat Harp is trying to let him down gently, to rebuff his advances while still allowing Parker to save face. And he does appreciate it, though he’s disappointed. This is the second time where Parker has ended up naked—or nearly naked—and the second time where only Parker has gotten off. He’s sure Harp has his reasoning, but the problem is that Harp won’t tell Parker his reasoning. And Parker’s brain is all too eager to fill up the void, whispering that Parker is racking up a debt that he will have to pay. And when he does, it won’t be pleasant.

“Okay,” Parker says, plastering on a smile as he sits up. “But only because you basically saved the entire animal sanctuary. Scoot down.”

Harp lets Parker guide him down the bed until he's half hanging off.

"You have... the smallest fucking bed."

"Bend your knees, smart-ass,” Parker says with a laugh.

Harp does as he's told. "Thank you," he says.

Parker, still naked, sits cross-legged behind Harp’s head. It’s not exactly how he expected the rest of the night to go, but at least he’s with Harp, and he is making Harp’s body feel good. So, in a weird, loophole-y way, Parker is still getting what he wants.

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