Chapter 3 Dom #2
Knuckles jerked a thumb in Harry’s direction.
“Look at him. One of his friends gave him a pill, we just need to give them a cut. He just needs a few more drinks and then he won't have a choice, will he?” he said as his grin deepened. “All we gotta do is put him in a compromising position and get the right shot. What do you say? Earn a couple of thousand for half an hour’s work? We can just take him out back, do what we want with him and send him home in a taxi or whatever.”
By the time he was finished, I gripped the edge of the table so hard I was sure it was going to crack in my hands. The music that had me dancing before now set the tempo of my rage as I examined Harry, who had slumped back, jaw dropped, panting heavily.
I took a low breath. “You two rat bastards have five seconds to get the fuck out of here before I break every bone in your fucking bodies,” I spat, meaning every word. If either of them touched Harry again, I would end them.
Fuck the prestigious law degree and whatever other reasons I was there. If they kicked me out for assault, then fine. I didn’t want to be at the fucking university in the first place.
Harry was too pale, could barely speak, and his eyes were too hazy for me to give a shit about anything except making sure he was safe.
They looked at each other as if they were trying to figure out if I was joking. Until they saw the pure storm raging through me and they flew out of the booth like the little methhead bunnies they were.
All I got was a muttered “Fucker” before the crowd absorbed them.
R.I.P. to my prolific dealing career. I wasn’t that committed anyway.
I quickly swapped sides and slid in next to Harry. With a hand on his shoulder, I gently shook him. “Hey, can you hear me?”
The music muffled his groan as his head tipped forwards, and I caught him before he fell onto the table. “Okay, handsome, we need to get you out of here.”
I got a pint of water down him with the help of a bouncer I was close to before we dragged him to the nearby taxi rank. I kept having to wake him up in the taxi. I didn’t want him falling asleep before we got back to his place.
I loved the shape of him, how my arm didn’t fit around his soft body as he leant on me in the backseat, how perfect his fingers felt pressed against my stomach as he clung to me.
But, no matter how much he looked up at me with stars in his eyes, it didn’t mean I was going to lug his ass up three flights of stairs when he was half-asleep.
We finally made it back to our flats, successfully navigating the stairs like pros until we were standing on the landing in front of our flats. Harry had been happily babbling away the whole time, and I gave him various nondescript responses as I focused on getting him home.
I couldn’t leave him alone. It wasn’t just that I’d never get over it if something happened when he was by himself. It was because he was also my responsibility, and I wasn’t leaving him until I was sure he was safe.
“Harry.” I adjusted my arm around his waist as I held him up, my hand stuck to his lower back. “Where’s your keys?”
I finally got us standing outside the door to his flat. I was aiming to keep him upright, but he had become dead weight as soon as we reached the top floor.
I needed to get him horizontal so he didn’t throw up.
“Huh?” Harry lifted his head a fraction to rest it on my shoulder, blinking up at me innocently. “What did you say?”
“Where’s your key, handsome?”
“Uuugh, hang on…” He patted his shirt, his stomach and his hips, as if he could magically conjure it. “I dunno… I’m sorry…” My heart skipped a beat as he adjusted himself like he was snuggling into me.
I was being stupid. I had to make sure he was safe, and then I’d keep an eye on him for the night. That was it.
And I wanted to see his room, see what furniture he had pressed against the wall next to my bed, and find out what books and movies he liked. I wanted to be there when he woke up to regale him with tales of my chivalry so he’d stop seeing me as an enemy.
“Back pocket, maybe?” I asked.
“Uh, Dom. I feel… I need…”
I shifted my weight, carrying his as I laid my other hand on his stomach for support. “It’s okay,” I murmured, dipping my shoulder to give his head more room. “I've got you.”
My hand on his lower back sank to push into the pocket of his trousers. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning as my wide hand barely cupped his ass, and I toyed with the idea of exploring every inch of him.
Harry groaned as I removed it, and my eyes rolled as the sound went straight to my cock.
I searched the other pocket and came up with nothing.
Maybe the twitch of my fingers digging into his soft flesh was my way of testing to see how good it would be to caress him with nothing between us, or maybe it was part of searching for his keys.
“Are you sure you don’t have it?” I asked. “You seriously need to be more worried than this.” I tutted.
I couldn’t feel a wallet either. If those bastards had stolen it, I’d hunt them down and make them disappear. My Mum didn’t just teach me how to scam people—I could ruin their lives if I set my mind to it.
Harry needed more water, but we weren’t getting anything if he couldn’t find his key.
“Oh,” was the only warning he gave me as his legs buckled and he slipped out from under my arm. I winced as I caught him before he hit the ground, gritting my teeth as my already sore arms tried to keep him up. I didn’t have time to fuck about and wrestle with him, so I made a snap decision.
I dragged him over to my door, his feet out behind him, before unlocking it and tossing my key in the bowl on the bedside table.
Then it took all my strength to hoist him, guiding him back to the bed like I had done with so many of the late night fucks I’d brought here.
Which definitely wasn't something to be proud of.
“Come on, this way,” I said gently.
I made him sit, tipping him sideways, the headboard supporting him so I could stretch out his legs. Taking off his shoes, I helped him shuffle along the bed so his head was on the pillow, all while he quietly watched me and I tried to keep my cool.
“I’ll be a sec,” I said, sighing as he sleepily blinked in reply.
Speeding towards my tiny kitchen, I grabbed a pint glass, moving as quickly as I could, especially when I could hear grunting coming from behind me.
I returned to the room, jumping in surprise the second my gaze landed on him.
“Woah, woah, woah, what’re doing?” I shouted as I shot forwards, slamming the glass on the bedside table before reaching for him.
He was upright on his knees, falling in slo mo. Harry's chest hit the mattress first, nearly knocking himself out on the headboard. He groaned as his ass bounced up in the air, panting, gasping, his body writhing.
Harry buried his face in his hands, moaning as he shook his hips.
It was like he’d been designed to taunt me. If he wasn’t totally plastered, I would have assumed he was coming onto me.
Instead, he turned, his right cheek pressed into my mattress, his mouth open, looking at me with the flushed cheeks I loved. It was as if he was asking to be fucked. His chestnut hair curled around the back of his neck, his shirt riding up his chest, a smooth line running to his ass.
His shirt strained against his neck, tugging downward as he ground his chest, a large birthmark was revealed on the ridge of his shoulder, and I stared at it with wide eyes. I wanted to kiss him so fucking badly, and that mark was the perfect size for my lips.
“I don’t sleep like this.” Harry blinked heavily again, lifting himself back up so he was resting on all fours.
“What do you mean?” I stood over him, hyper-aware of the fact that his face was level with my cock.
“This isn’t right,” he groaned, pushing further up, sitting on his heels, throwing his head back as he fought with his belt.
Though there was no way he was getting them off in that position. He opened his eyes, meeting mine, completely innocent as he moaned, “Help me, Dom.”
Lightning fired straight down my body and into my cock.
“Christ.” I blew out a breath. I was so close to forcing him onto the bed and claiming his reddened lips for myself.
I could have torn off his trousers and fucking ravaged him until he spread himself open and took my cock to the hilt, but the haze in his eyes stopped me.
He wasn’t another drunken one-night stand.
When I finally had him, he was going to be there for all of it.
“I need you to lie down, handsome,” I said, restraining myself by not threading my fingers through his hair and taking exactly what I wanted.
Harry sighed as he tipped forwards again, letting himself fall onto his side and thumping onto the bed. He eyed me up while I leaned over him, laying my hands on his shoulders as I moved him onto his back. Right above him, all I had to do was bend my elbows and I’d be on top of him.
I was being tested. All those years of fucking around, and I was being undone by his stuttered gasps as I unbuckled his belt and popped open the button.
I should have stopped there, left him to sleep in his clothes, but he was already shuffling his hips, grappling with the waistband as he failed to get them off.
It would have been cruel to leave him. That was the reasoning I had as my hands joined his, tugged his trousers over his hips to reveal green boxers, and the heavy bulge beneath.
I wanted to focus on getting his trousers over his thighs, but I couldn’t stop staring at the outline of his dick pressed against the tight material. He wasn’t even hard and I could see the shape of his cock and balls through the buttonhole.
“You’re so pretty,” Harry chuckled, propping himself on an elbow, watching me as I undressed him. “Has anyone told you how pretty you are?”
“Pretty’s not normally the word people use,” I said carefully. I turned away to concentrate on my task instead of jumping on him.