4. HARRISON
HARRISON
Harrison shut the door behind him and walked through into the kitchen area of his suite. With its stainless-steel surfaces and high-end coffee machine, it was the kind of place that Harrison could easily have seen himself working on his new novel.
Well, that was if Harrison ever actually got back to working on his novel properly.
Life just hadn’t fallen in a way that made Harrison want to write in a very long time.
Still, it was always nice to remember the feeling of sitting down with his laptop and hammering away onto the keys late into the night and sometimes even until the sun came up.
Hmph. Perhaps not tonight.
But… someday soon.
Maybe.
Harrison poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down in less than five seconds.
He was thirsty. There had been something spicy in his meal that evening, and Harrison couldn’t quite pick out the flavor accurately.
Whatever it was, he was certainly feeling a little dehydrated – a fact that was also probably down to the whiskey and beer he had consumed too.
As Harrison walked to the couch in the suite’s open living space, he paused outside the closed bedroom door. Being careful not to make any noise, Harrison leaned in and listened out for any sounds of Sammy rustling around.
Nothing. Not even a tiny peep could be heard coming from the bedroom. Sammy was clearly out like a light. Harrison smiled and felt pleased with himself.
‘He ain’t your boy though,’ Harrison muttered to himself as he walked back over toward the large black couch. ‘Don’t go getting any ideas either.’
Harrison sat down on the couch and had a quick scan over his emails. There was nothing of importance waiting to be read or responded to, just a couple of emails from the pain in the ass Dean at college.
It was time for Harrison to practice what he preached and get some sleep. While Harrison felt like his time with Sammy was going to be limited, he wanted to make sure that when morning came, he was ready to enjoy each and every second he had in the company of the hottest boy in the city.
* * *
‘Urgh. Fuck,’ Harrison groaned, his stiff neck feeling like an ancient, creaking ship’s mast as he sat up from the couch. ‘That boy better be worth it!’
Harrison stood up from the couch and stretched his arms above his head. Wearing only his black Calvin Klein Y-fronts, Harrison felt a sudden urge for caffeine. And water too.
As Harrison waited for his espresso to pour, he attempted to tease out the stiffness in his neck.
Harrison had arranged to go climbing with Zane that week and knew that given how competitive things got between them, he would need to be working at full fitness to stand a chance of keeping up with his good Daddy friend.
With the espresso cup full to the brim in one hand and a tall glass of ice-cold water in the other, Harrison hauled his body over toward the large stainless steel table.
The combination of the caffeine and the H2O worked wonders for Harrison, and soon enough he felt like he was ready to tackle the day.
There was no sight or sound of Sammy yet, but Harrison was more than happy to let the Little sleep.
After all, that had been the whole point of this arrangement.
Sammy clearly had been neglecting his sleep and without Harrison’s intervention was only headed one way, and that wasn’t good at all.
Harrison picked up his cell phone and tapped out a message to Chris…
HARRISON: Good morning. Do I even need to ask whether you went home with a boy last night?
Let me guess… blonde, blue eyed, and with a peachy ass you could spank until dawn?
Anyway. I’m headed back upstate today. I’m not promising anything, but I feel different somehow…
there could be an update on my novel sooner rather than later. Take it easy my friend.
Perhaps to Harrison’s surprise, it wasn’t long before he received a reply from Chris. In Harrison’s mind, Chris was probably still frolicking with whoever he’d hooked up with the previous night. But Chris being Chris, there was always work to do…
CHRIS: Great news, Harrison. I knew you’d be back on the keyboard and firing out another bestseller in no time.
And is it any coincidence that this news follows a sighting of you leaving the club with a boy of your own?
I’ll leave that for you to ponder. Must dash, I’ve got meetings with three senior editors, a CEO, and then…
a rather cute pop star who wants to write an autobiography. Speak soon.
Harrison smiled and put his phone back down on the table.
It was always a great time to hang out with Chris in person.
They’d been through so much together, and it was a sign of the depth of their friendship that no matter how long it went between real life meetings, they were always able to pick up their back-and-forth banter like they had never been apart for longer than a week.
But did Chris have a point about Harrison’s sudden uptick in writing inspiration having something to do with Sammy? Harrison wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t deny that it got him thinking for a moment.
But Harrison’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of some very loud snores coming from the bedroom.
‘Surely that can’t be the boy?’ Harrison chuckled, surprised by the sheer volume of the snoring. ‘Only one way to find out.’
Harrison got up from the table and walked over toward the double doors that lead into the bedroom. Taking care to open them very slowly and carefully, Harrison peeked his head inside the bedroom.
The sound very much was Sammy snoring.
But more than that, Harrison found himself totally entranced by the sight of Sammy’s mostly naked body on top of the bed, his slender but toned legs splayed wide open with only his tight briefs protecting his modesty.
Holy hell.
That body...
That bulge…
It was clear that while Sammy may have still been fast asleep, his mind was very much working. The sight of Sammy’s hard cock bulging inside his pants was unavoidable. But as hot a sight as it was, Harrison knew it wasn’t his place to be looking.
As carefully as he could, Harrison shut the doors and took a moment to compose himself. Sammy’s body was absolutely perfect - slender and petit yet toned and athletic too. It was exactly that kind of physique that drove Harrison crazy.
But just as Harrison’s own manhood was beginning to wake up, he scanned his eyes across toward the kitchen table and saw his phone flashing. Maybe it was a message from Zane about their rock-climbing day?
Sadly, the message wasn’t from Zane.
In fact, it was from precisely the last person that Harrison wanted to hear from…
HOFFMAN: Harrison, I need you to confirm with my secretary that you intend to meet your new requirements. You need to be taking at least four extra student-lecturer responsibilities on per week. This is NOT a request. I hope my message is understood. Dean Geoffrey Hoffman.
Harrison rolled his eyes and for a second felt tempted to toss his cell phone right out of the window and down onto the punishingly hard city street below.
Geoffrey Hoffman, or Dean Hoffman as he insisted on being addressed as, was a royal pain in the ass.
Full of ego, arrogance, and hellbent on turning the college into some kind of corporate hell hole, Hoffman was making life uncomfortable for any member of staff who didn’t toe his exact line.
And Harrison very much fell into that category.
The old Dean had been far more understanding of Harrison’s need to take his time and work on his writing.
This was how liberal arts colleges had always been run.
But Hoffman had other ideas. And ever since their first meeting, it had been crystal clear to Harrison that the two of them were not going to get along.
‘Well, if he thinks I’m replying on my day off, Hoffman can sit on a dick,’ Harrison said, angrily tossing his phone onto the couch.
‘Bad moment?’ Sammy said, his soft voice startling Harrison. ‘Sorry! I don’t want to disturb anything!’
Harrison turned around and immediately felt his spirits lift. Sammy looked angelic. His sweet smile and sparkly blue eyes practically lit up the suite on their own.
‘Nothing, nothing at all to disturb,’ Harrison said, sounding as convincing as he could. ‘Just a pain in the ass spam email. You know, right?’
Sammy giggled. It was clear that this boy was smart and didn’t believe a word that Harrison was saying.
‘And when I say spam, what I mean is my pain in the ass boss,’ Harrison said, waving Sammy over toward him. ‘But enough about me. You look rested. I hope the bed was to your liking?’
‘It was. I had a super-duper sleep,’ Sammy said, blushing a little bit. ‘But the bed was almost too big for just one person.’
Grrrrr. Is the boy flirting with me?
This can’t happen.
‘Yes, well, that as may be,’ Harrison said, putting on a formal, controlled voice.
‘A good sleep is only part of the solution though. We need to get some nutritious food in you. And as good as the breakfast at the hotel is, I have a far, far better idea. Come on, get freshened up and I’ll show you where the big men get their morning feed.
Come on, chop-chop. I want you ready in two minutes flat. ’
Sammy smiled and immediately sprung to action without questioning Harrison for a split-second. Harrison felt his Daddy urges going into overdrive. It felt good to give out orders, to care for a boy, and especially if that meant a trip to his favorite breakfast spot in the city… Oliver’s Oats.
* * *
‘Wow! I’ve never seen so many different kinds of porridge!’ Sammy cooed, his voice full of excitement. ‘I always thought porridge was a boring Daddy breakfast. But now…’
Harrison rolled his eyes and felt amused but happy that Sammy was so enthusiastic about being in Oliver’s Oats.
‘So, guys, what can I get you?’ Oliver said, standing tall and strong behind the counter. ‘I’m guessing you’ll be going for your usual, Harrison?’