Page 318 of Untouchable

Maybe Parker has other things to say, but all that comes out is Harp’s name, over and over and over, in the stillness of the secluded corner of the parking lot.

Harp swallows around him, making greedy, obscene noises and not feeling the least bit self conscious as Parker babbles his name and gives into release. And finally he has it: the taste of the person he loves the most in the world, the thing he'd been craving without knowing it.

Parker comes hard and Harp hums, using hands and mouth to guide him through his orgasm, loving the way Parker's legs start to tremble at the end, how Parker seems to go totally boneless under him, how Harp's name sounds like something important when he says it.

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Parker comes abruptly,and when the last wave of pleasure ebbs, he collapses back into the seat, feeling like a puddle of goo. When Harp pulls off, grinning and looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, Parker pulls Harp’s face to him, yanking Harp out of his seat so he’s draped across Parker. He kisses Harp deeply, tasting his own release on Harp’s tongue, and Parker shivers with pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Parker says. “That was—that was so fucking hot.”

Harp breaks the kiss, pecking Parker on the forehead before withdrawing. Parker makes a face as Harp pulls away.

“Believe me, I’d love to be on top of you, but if I do that, I’m going to undo all of your massage therapy work on my hip,” he says. Parker laughs and grumbles loudly.

“I guess that’s a valid reason,” he says as he begins to right his clothing. Parker shivers with pleasure at the way Harp rakes his eyes over Parker's body with a hungry look before dragging a hand across the groin of his pants. But instead of going any further, Harp fumbles for his keys in his pocket and finally starts up the truck.

"You're very sexy when you're being assertive," Harp says, shifting into gear. "How about I take you home, undress you, and then get on top of you again?"

“Hey—” Parker says suddenly. “Is this why you wanted to have sex in the kitchen that morning after I called my mom to tell her I wasn’t visiting them for Easter?”

Harp chuckles. "A little positive reinforcement never hurt anybody. It's science."

Parker laughs.

“I am very much in favor of this.”

As the truck rumbles past the restaurant, Parker glances at the patio where they’d sat with Mindy and Mandy.

“God, I feel bad for that guy he’s dating now. I mean, maybe it’s better with them. Maybe Cole isn’t an asshole anymore—actually, wait, why am I saying that? I know he’s still an asshole, he just proved that to us—”

"He's definitely still an asshole," Harp says. "An asshole with a very specific type."

"Type of what?" Parker asks.

"You didn't notice that the guy he's dating now looks like a half-baked version of you?"

"Seriously?... I... hm."

"I'm not trying to be judgey—I'm sure he's a great guy and much better than what Cole deserves. But he's a total clone of you, right down to the name."

"Oh my god," Parker says slowly. "He's like... oh my god?"

"You're like the hot version of Hunter that would get cast to play him in a biopic," Harp says, chuckling.

Parker turns this over in his mind.

“I mean—he doesn’t really…”

“He does,” Harp says.

Parker starts to laugh.

“Oh my god. You really think that?” He snorts loudly. “Okay, yeah, Hunter and Parker are… pretty similar names.”

"He's like a body double of you—I can't believe you didn't notice this. It’s like Cole grew him in a lab to replace you," Harp says, laughing harder now. "Do you think Cole made him get his hair cut like you, or do you think it just naturally happened?"

“No—” Parker says. “He doesn’t have—” He thinks back. He’d been so focused on Cole that he’d barely even noticed his new boyfriend, but now, when he remembers him… “Oh my god? Oh my god. Oh my god. Cole is such a creep.”

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