Page 85 of Role Model

“I meant—” Harris gasped desperately.

“I know. Just let me—” He shoved the bottom of Harris’s coat up and out of the way, and dived in. Harris’s dick was encased in Troy’s warm, wonderful mouth, and he stopped caring about the bedroom. They could fuck right here in his tiny kitchen, or in a snowbank outside. He really didn’t care.

Troy was taking him deep, bobbing his head and sucking hard in a way that was almost aggressive. There was nothing gentle about it, and Harris fucking loved it. He let out a loud blissful moan and tangled his fingers in Troy’s silky hair.

Troy pulled off long enough to ask, “You like that?” His voice sounded wrecked already. “It’s not too much?”

Harris could only shake his head, mesmerized by how beautiful the man kneeling before him was. Troy’s eyes were dark with lust, his lips swollen and glistening.

Those lips curved into a shy, boyish smile. “I’m sorry if I’m being...”

“Eager?”

Troy wrapped his lips around the head of Harris’s cock and hummed an affirmative noise.

“Just—just so we’re clear,” Harris said unsteadily, “you don’t have to be gentle with me.”

Troy pulled back and stared at Harris as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just said. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.”

Troy sucked in a breath. “Shit. We need to get to your bedroom. Holy fuck.”

He stood, which allowed Harris’s head to clear a bit. “Let’s take our coats and shit off first. Feels weird to be wearing a parka with my dick out.”

Troy raked his gaze over him. “Looks good, though.”

Harris laughed and tucked his erection back into his underwear, then unzipped his coat. They dumped their outerwear and boots in a pile in front of the door. They didn’t get any closer to the bedroom because Troy immediately crowded Harris against a wall and kissed him again.

“Bedroom,” Harris said, laughing.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry.”

Harris took his hand and led him through the kitchen and toward the bedroom at the back of the apartment. “How about I give you the tour later?”

“Deal.”

Harris crossed his bedroom in the dark and turned on his bedside lamp.

Troy Barrett was in his bedroom.

The room was chaotically decorated with lots of photos of friends and family—including a whole cluster of framed photos of the dogs and cats the Drovers had owned over the years. There was also Centaurs memorabilia, concert posters, various prints that he’d bought on Etsy, Pride paraphernalia, and a lot of pillows on his bed. One was shaped like an apple.

“Wow,” Troy said. “This is...kind of exactly what I was expecting.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s very you. Shows your love of...everything.”

“I don’t love everything.”

Troy wrapped his arms around Harris from behind, and kissed down the side of his neck while Harris shivered with happiness and anticipation.

“I love this, though,” Harris sighed. He really loved that he never knew what to expect from Troy. It was exciting and a little bit scary, and that was exciting too.

Troy could probably give him exactly what he wanted, if Harris asked. If Harris could find the brainpower to form words now that Troy’s hand had dipped into his unzipped jeans, and was massaging his cock through Harris’s briefs. He groaned and tipped his head back, searching for Troy’s mouth. They kissed messily and awkwardly, until Harris turned so they could do it properly.

He slid a hand under Troy’s T-shirt, over the hard ridges of his abs. Troy took it as a hint, and swiftly yanked his shirt off. And, wow. There was Troy’s ridiculous torso again. Right there for Harris to play with.

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