CHAPTER ELEVEN #3
“I’m ready,” Wolf whispered, clutching onto Harris’ wrist tightly.
There was a condom on the bed now, and Harris covered himself.
Wolf placed his ankles on Harris’ shoulder, and they maintained eye contact while he entered Wolf.
A deep, satisfying moan came from Wolf, while a shuddering sigh left Harris’ lungs.
He moved slowly at first, then picked up momentum as Wolf began to buck his hips and clutch onto Harris’ thighs.
The room was a hazy blur but Wolf’s half-closed eyes, his crinkled brows, and slightly parted lips that panted heavily, broke through Harris’ stupor.
He took Wolf’s length in his hand and stroked it swiftly, and he watched the man he loved climax with a long, loud grunt of incredible pleasure.
The sight sent Harris over the edge, and he exploded with pent-up want and desire that had been building inside him for far too long.
When his head finally came down from the clouds, Wolf was gazing up at him with a glazed expression in his eyes and a satiated smile on his lips.
“That was incredible,” Wolf said in a breathy whisper.
“You’re incredible,” Harris replied, rolling onto the bed and panting up to the ceiling.
Wolf’s hand found his, and they lay together on the bed, hand in hand, enjoying the aftermath.
Nothing else needed to be said. This wasn’t an awkward silence.
It felt normal. Comfortable. As if they’d been doing this all along.
As if this is what was meant to happen, just like Wolf said.
***
The sunlight sliced through the room and woke Harris from a beautiful dream, only to realize that it wasn’t a dream.
He really slept with Wolf last night, and it was exactly like he imagined.
A giddiness filled him, and he hid his face in the pillow so Wolf wouldn’t see him smiling, even though he had his back to his lover.
Once he took control of his emotions, he rolled over to wrap his arms around the guy he loved, but Wolf wasn’t in bed. Harris was sleeping alone.
Harris found his jeans and pulled them on.
At the last minute, he decided to run some toothpaste over his teeth and finger-comb his hair before he searched for Wolf.
There was noise coming from somewhere downstairs, and then the smell of bacon and coffee hit his nostrils.
It was breakfast! He took the rest of the steps two at a time and briskly walked into the kitchen to find Wolf at the stove. “You’re making breakfast?”
Wolf turned halfway around, a sexy smile on his lips and a spatula in his hand. “I’m hungry. I figured you were too.”
“I am.”
“There’s coffee.” Wolf motioned to the pot with the spatula. “Bacon’s on the breakfast bar. Pancakes will be done in two minutes.”
“I can’t believe you did all this.” Harris poured himself a cup of coffee and then grabbed a slice of bacon.
“Pancakes, coffee, and bacon isn’t exactly hard.” Wolf waved the spatula again as he spoke. “Don’t expect anything fancy like Eggs Benedict or something. This is as fancy as I get. Unless you count sliced fruit and granola with peanut butter as fancy.”
Harris couldn’t be happier at the sight in front of him.
Wolf seemed carefree as he flipped pancakes and stacked them on one big platter.
He placed the platter on the breakfast bar, next to a tub of butter and a jug of maple syrup—the real thing, not the corn syrup kind.
The guy looked happy, with no tension in his brows and an effervescent smile on his face.
He was even humming. After he set down the plate of pancakes, he approached Harris and stopped a few inches in front of him. “Sleep well?”
“Better than ever.” Harris purred. “How about you?”
“I always do when I’m with you.” Wolf ran his index finger down the center of Harris’ chest and leaned in for a kiss.
Their lips met tenderly for a brief moment, but when Wolf tried to pull back, Harris pulled Wolf forward, so their bodies collided, and he deepened the kiss. This guy wasn’t getting away so easily, not after last night.
Wolf leaned into the kiss, opening his lips invitingly, and breathing heavily out his nose. “Minty,” he commented after their mouths parted.
“I didn’t use your toothbrush. I just used toothpaste and my finger.”
“You could’ve used my toothbrush, especially after the places my mouth visited last night.”
A series of erotic chuckles left Harris’ mouth.
As they slipped into their seats at the breakfast bar, side by side, they briefly exchanged a glance and a smile, and started eating breakfast.
Harris held up a few triangles of pancakes on his fork. “These are awesome. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I poured some batter in a pan. That’s hardly cooking.”
When Harris tried to make pancakes, they tasted like cardboard, and he burned half of them. These things were soft and buttery and fluffy. “What’s your secret? They’re delicious.”
Wolf smiled at Harris for a few seconds before answering. “Bisquick.”
Harris chuckled. “I guess you just have the magic touch.”
“I try.”
Harris had never been so happy and could barely tone down his smile long enough to eat.
A small part of him was worried that it might be awkward, the way it sometimes was after two friends slept together, but they were flirting and acting like a couple.
Harris stilled with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, worried that Wolf didn’t want more and this was just a fling.
A chime went off and interrupted Harris’ thoughts before he had a chance to clarify things with Wolf, which couldn’t be at a worse time. The conversation needed to be had now, when everything was fresh. They needed to define what was going on between them.
“Someone’s here.” Wolf picked up the remote, and the flatscreen on the wall came to life with a live video of the driveway. “It’s Marshall.”
They looked at one another, and a moment of indecision passed through their eyes. It was as if they had a silent conversation about what to do, and they decided to do nothing.
While Wolf let Marshall in, Harris ate his pancakes and mentally prepared himself for what to say if Marshall suspected something was going on.
Voices approached then abruptly stopped when they reached the kitchen.
“Harris. Hey,” Marshall said. “I didn’t notice your car out front.
” He glanced at the food on the breakfast bar, and his face lit up.
“Breakfast! We must have some kind of telepathy going on,” he told Wolf.
” I was taking my new Maserati out for a long cruise.
The next thing I knew I was 10 minutes from here, so I thought I’d swing by and see if you wanted to go for a spin and get breakfast.” Marshall spread his hands out in front of him. “But this is perfect.”
He pulled out a stool then paused. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Harris and Wolf looked at one another, amused at Marshall’s indifference. “Help yourself. There’s plenty,” Wolf said, grabbing an extra plate and utensils for his friend.
“What are you guys up to today?” Marshall skewered several pancakes, deposited them on his plate, and covered them with maple syrup.
“Don’t know yet,” Wolf replied.
“Did you crash here last night?” Marshall asked Harris.
Heat burned Harris’ cheeks, and he hoped they weren’t beet red. “Yeah. Wolf gave me some phenomenal paintings. They’re amazing.”
“Really?” Marshall looked at Wolf. “You never gave me any paintings. Ethan has a couple. Now Harris. I’m beginning to feel a little left out here, bruh.”
Wolf hid his bashful smile behind his coffee cup. “I’ll get around to it. What kind of art do you like?”
Marshall thought about it as he nibbled on a piece of bacon. “I like dogs.”
“Dogs it is!” Wolf raised his coffee cup in the air. “It’ll be your Christmas present.”
“Awesome.”
After they finished breakfast, Marshall corralled them outside to show off his car, then he split.
Harris waited until the sound of the engine faded and then placed his hands on Wolf’s hips, pulling him close.
Their bodies collided with a thrill that set Harris on fire.
“Is that guy oblivious or what? Don’t we look like we were up half the night fucking like crazy? ”
“If we don’t, then we didn’t do it right.”
Harris laughed a little. “We can always try again.”
Wolf nuzzled Harris’ neck with his lips. “I think that’s a good idea.”
As they walked back inside the mansion, Wolf was quiet, as if he had something on his mind, and the sexy grin that had been on his face a few minutes ago disappeared. “Can I ask you something?”
Harris stopped walking, pressed his lips together and braced himself. “What is it?”
“Why did you change the subject so quickly when Marshall asked if you crashed here last night? Why didn’t you want him to know we slept together?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you embarrassed about being with me or something?”
Harris’ shoulders fell, and he gave Wolf a soft smile before he wrapped one hand around Wolf’s waist and put the fingers of his other hand through Wolf’s hair.
“I’d never be embarrassed of you. How could you ever think that?
You’re an amazing person, Wolf. You’re sweet and kind.
You have a great sense of humor. You’re resilient.
You’re an amazing musician, an incredible artist, and you’re a great friend.
And you’re one hell of a lover. I’m crazy about you. ”
The light returned to Wolf’s eyes and the tiny smile was back on his lips. “I’m crazy about you too.” He leaned in and kissed Harris. “For the record, I don’t think we should broadcast it to everyone just yet that we’re together. We are together, right?”