Page 300 of Untouchable

He squeezes Parker's waist, licking his muscles, burying his face for a moment.

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It’s a strangely erotic sensation,slightly ticklish and made pleasurable by the fact that this is a place Parker so rarely touches or is touched. And, he thinks, made pleasurable by the fact that it’s Harp. He groans and arches up against Harp, unable to quite catch his breath, unable to do anything but let out helpless little noises and writhe as Harp worships him. It’s the best kind of torture.

Finally, Harp returns to Parker's neck and Parker releases the headboard, burying his fingers in Harp's hair, twisting them just enough to pull as Harp sucks a mark into his neck.

"Every part of you is so good," he says against Parker's skin. "I love every inch of you."

“Please don’t make me wait—” Parker whines, not even knowing if he wants Harp to grant his request or deny it. “I need you, god, please—”

Harp keeps his attention at Parker's neck but mercifully slips a hand down the front of his scrub pants, into his underwear. Parker moans, hipping up and throwing his head back, offering up the length of his neck. Harp sits back and eases Parker's pants down, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his briefs.

“Don’t you dare try to keep your clothing on,” Parker says with a smile. Harp laughs and presses a kiss against Parker’s hipbone.

“If you insist,” he says as he strips the last of Parker’s clothing off of him.

“I do insist,” Parker says imperiously, and Harp smiles fondly as he rolls his eyes and begins to undo the buttons of his flannel. Parker licks his lips in anticipation.

“That’s the flannel I stole from you at The Stewart,” he says. “Do you remember that?”

Harp smiles as he undoes the buttons and shrugs out of the shirt. Harp nods. "I guess I wore it for luck."

Emotion wells, and Parker’s throat tightens. Suddenly, he’s kneeling on the bed, cupping Harp’s face and kissing him fiercely. He barely comes up for breath long enough to speak.

“I knew I had to be ready to walk away,” Parker says between kisses. “But—oh, god, I just kept holding onto hope that—maybe—maybe you’d say or do something and I’d know I could trust… everything I thought I knew about you—”

He practically rips Harp’s shirt off of him and all but attacks Harp’s belt buckle.

“I was so afraid it was going to be… the way things were with Cole again—but then—god, it could never be like that, because you’re so good and so kind and so wonderful, and—”

Harp cuts him off with a kiss. Maybe he can't think about any of that right now—how close they were to losing each other.

Even as Harp licks into his mouth, Parker's hands are busy undoing his fly and easing the jeans down his hips. Harp breaks and laughs before sliding off the bed to step out of his jeans and underwear.

Parker throws himself back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he rakes his eyes over Harp, standing at the end of the bed. Harp is utterly perfect, every part of him thick and warm and his. Harp is substantial and strong and muscled but so soft somehow, too.

“God, fuck, Harp,” Parker says, his eyes roving over Harp hungrily. This is his boyfriend, his love, and he gets to spend the rest of his life admiring him.

It startles Parker, to be thinking in terms of the rest of his life. But at the same time, it feels absolutely right, absolutely perfect, surprising only in how unsurprising and comfortable the thought is.

Harp wastes no time getting back onto the bed and pressing his body over Parker's.

“This is what I needed,” Harp growls, and Parker understands what he means—skin to skin with nothing in between them, just the warm expanses of their bodies moving together.

Parker slides down the bed until he's flat on his back with his legs looped around Harp's hips lightly.

Having Harp naked against him quells some of the desperation in him, and for a few moments, Parker is content to simply kiss, to run his hands down the muscles of Harp’s back, to feel his weight on top of him, to wrap his legs around Harp and presumably never let go.

He wonders if this is a preview of what their life will be like once Parker can go more than five minutes without requiring an orgasm. Slow and sweet and still so full of fire, a lovely flannel-soft fierceness that he wants to stay cocooned in forever.

Need seems to build in waves, cresting in desperation before crashing, and soon Harp moves lower. Parker squirms and sighs as Harp steadies him by the hips and kisses his way down to Parker's cock. Harp holds him gently by the base, dragging his lips lazily against Parker's thighs, kissing the baby-soft hair, the smooth skin as he teases Parker with his hand.

Harp’s mouth is suddenly everywhere but Parker’s cock, and while the way he traces the pad of his broad finger down Parker’s shaft is good, Parker knows what Harp’s mouth feels like, hot and velvet and perfect. Parker finds himself making all sorts of noises, little gasps and moans, and he tries to hold his hips still, resisting the urge to thrust up against the friction of Harp’s hand.

* * *

After a moment of teasing,Harp can no longer resist the soft noises of desperation Parker has begun to make. The sounds make Harp want to skip foreplay altogether, to hitch Parker up until his legs are propped on Harp's shoulders and spread him, fuck him until they're both sweating and sated.

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