Page 256 of Untouchable

"C'mon girl," Harp urges, loping towards Gil and Parker who have stopped halfway down the road.

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Parker turns around,beaming at the Christmas display—his Christmas display, he thinks. When Harp reaches them, Parker slips his hand into Harp’s and squeezes it.

And, for the first time since Gil arrived yesterday, the three of them fall into a comfortable kind of rhythm. Gil and Harp still dominate the conversation—there’s no way Parker is going to even try to keep up with their banter, but he likes listening to it, and Harp does a good job of looping Parker in whenever he can. Parker’s content, too, to simply walk, letting their voices flow over him, looking around at the snow and the trees and the valley and the sky, soaking in how fucking lucky he is.

They walk longer than they intend, and by the time they circle back to the house, Bo’s little legs have all but given up—Parker has been carrying him the last mile—and all three of them are pleasantly tired and flushed, ready to head back inside.

Though it’s still early, this late in the year the sun is already slipping down the sky, and as they come inside, stamping their boots and peeling off layers of outerwear, Parker tries to figure out how he can lure Harp upstairs for a quick round of sex before they head down the mountain.

"What time do you want us to head out to dinner, Gil?" Harp asks.

“Uh, how long does it take to get down the mountain?”

“Forty-five minutes, maybe a little longer depending on if the snow is sticking.”

Gil checks his phone for the time.

“How about… in, like, an hour and a half? Give me time to shower and stuff.”

“You need an hour and a half to shower?” Harp says with a grin, and Gil flips him off.

“I said and stuff. I have a lot of social media to manage, okay?”

Gil’s barely down the stairs when Parker grabs Harp’s hand, yanking him up the stairs.

“Parker, what are you doing?” Harp asks, and instead of answering, Parker just grins at him and pushes him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him to kiss him.

* * *

Harp doesn't carewhat Parker has in store for him right now. This was exactly where his mind had headed the moment Gil had offered them a reprieve in private and he's not ashamed to admit it, mumbling about it as Parker undoes the buttons of his flannel.

Parker doesn’t bother undressing Harp all the way— he opens his shirt just enough so he can kiss along Harp’s skin, leaving a line of faint pink marks as he sucks and bites and nips, his hands already fumbling at Harp’s belt buckle.

“Baby, c’mere—” Harp says, and Parker flashes a toothy smile up at him.

“I wanna taste you,” he says as he undoes Harp’s belt.

Harp decides that he'll have plenty of time to reciprocate and doesn't bother trying to slow Parker down, stroking his hands through Parker's hair and groaning as he inches Harp's jeans down his hips. Harp prepares to stop, to unlace his heavy work boots and go through the motions of taking them off along with his socks before his jeans can come off. Instead, though, Parker loops the waist of his underwear down just far enough to free his cock.

He's already hard and developing a hair-trigger response to Parker, now that they're not holding back anymore—now that he's not afraid.

Parker bends to kiss the flushed head of Harp's cock and Harp chuckles fondly.

"Don't you want me to take off my boots first?"

"Leave 'em on," Parker says, flashing him a smile. “I don’t feel like waiting.”

He doesn’t waste time, wrapping his hand around the base of Harp’s cock and swallowing down around him until his lips meet his hand, working his tongue against the sensitive head.

Parker's mouth is hot and slick and sudden against him and it's all Harp can do not to moan into the air.

It's almost worth it to have a visitor now so that they can appreciate, again, when Gil is gone again and they can be vocal and have free reign of the house. It's an uncharitable thought to have, especially after having a decent day with his brother, but as visions of eating Parker out against the kitchen counter flash through his head, he pulses and can't help himself.

"God, you're perfect," he says quietly, resisting the urge to buck up into Parker's mouth.

Parker pulls off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling.

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