Harm blushed, embarrassed by the 'one of your one million questions' comment because it told him that Luke thought he was talking too much. He didn't love feeling ashamed of his chattering tendencies because he knew he couldn't change it - besides, in his line of work, regular and uninterrupted patter tended to put people at ease. It was a professional advantage because it often gave people having the shittiest time of their life something to focus on other than their pain. He couldn't help that it made Luke uneasy... but, in that moment, he felt like he should try to be different. Less himself, to put his companion at ease as well.
He also didn't love the sensation of Luke's disapproval. It directly contradicted the thrill he'd received when told in that lusty way that Luke wanted to see all of him, which had made him feel special and sexy.
"Okayyy," he drawled, climbing forward onto the pristine expanse of the bed and deliberately keeping his back to Luke. He needed a few moments to divest himself of the negative feelings, to tell himself that Luke hadn't meant to hurt him, it had merely been a flippant comment. He really did have a lot of questions - because he wanted to know Luke the way he was now - and that had to be annoying to someone as uptight as the muscular blond. Yes, that was it; it was Luke's problem, not his.
Absolving himself of solo responsibility for his sudden tentativeness and silence, Harm crawled up the bed to the pillows he'd arranged against the headboard and turned over, slouching back against them with his knees raised and his hands upon his stomach. As part of his recovery from his sensitive reaction to Luke's criticism, he merely watched his companion for a couple of minutes, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
Even if he was unintentionally cruel and judgemental, Luke was astoundingly beautiful. The light coming into the room was older now as the day marched on, bathing the ridged muscles of his chest and abs and his glistening cock golden. He looked even more impossible, like a tanned model in a magazine, a statue, a dream made reality. Harm's breath caught as he watched him stroke himself, allowing Luke's beauty to revive his flagging confidence, watching his hand and his eyes, the way he looked at Harm hungrily. It was flattering, suffusing Harm with a different blush of confidence and the desire to perform for him, to please him, to tease and tempt him. They probably were best kept apart for the time being but he didn't want that to be an easy thing for Luke, when it was so agonising for him.
Harm took a breath, feeling the thrill of Luke's gaze tingle through him, warming his skin and curling his toes momentarily. He wriggled a little farther downward, fussing with his hair, whetting his lips and then pressing his teeth into his lower one as he watched Luke's hand move and imagined it on him. He squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers and along the top of his vibe then put the lube down, holding the toy in his left hand. With his right, he reached down to curl a hand around his cock. It was shorter than Luke's but thick and quickly coaxed to life with his touch, having been desperately hard without relief earlier.
He swallowed and licked his lips again, his breath pushing faster over them as his heart sped up, pumping blood into his dick and around his extremities. He rolled from one side to the other, spreading his legs so that Luke could see what he was doing clearly, finding he enjoyed being watched by those intense golden eyes. He sighed throatily as his fingers slid back and forth across the head of his dick, collecting precum to smear it along his length as well, the gentle squelch of it and the lube being squeezed by his stroking hand quite loud in the otherwise-silent room. Well, he could hear Luke's breathing and his own, both of them getting louder as they stared at each other.
The intensity kept rising as Harm reached down to finger his hole. He let out an involuntary grunt as he greased it up, smearing fingertips across the puckered orifice before he lifted his right leg and reached around the side instead, sliding the tips of two fingers into his ass. He closed his eyes and arched his back, moaning his pleasure as his thumb and arm held his cheek back and he tilted his body to give Luke an excellent view of his fingers dipping in and out of his ass. It didn't take long before his other hand brought the vibrator down from the front and he nudged it in slowly, working it in and out with a much louder squelching sound than his hand had generated before. Normally, he got to this part much faster and didn't fuck around but he was putting on a show for Luke today and he dragged it out.
Harm settled himself back on the bed after a while, his feet bracing him but his knees dropped towards the mattress for the best showing. His right hand returned to his cock, reviving it with a wanton sigh of happiness as his left hand slid the tip of the vibe in and out of his ass. He played with the angle of its entry, spearing it towards where it would feel best, sending intense bursts of pleasure through him every time it grazed the buried nub. It was difficult to resist, to keep playing and pretending those waves weren't addictive and building like a hot ball inside his belly and balls.
He was teasing himself as much as Luke now, shuddering and whimpering loudly as he fucked his ass harder, squeezing his dick and angling it away or towards himself, the duality of pleasure causing him to writhe erratically, his heels digging into the mattress and sliding around. It was harder to remain still and ensure he was showing the best angle, there was a sheen of sweat all over his lithe body and his muscles were clenching with the repeated waves of pleasure rolling through him. He called out louder, words and phrases interspersed with his noises, begging to be fucked or calling upon a deity.
When he switched the vibrator on, it only took a few more hard strokes before the intensity of the vibrations caused a cascade of pleasure to wash through him. He jabbed himself wildly with the toy, his hips jerking upward and his ass clenching as if he was trying to dispel it, crying out in a primal rhythm of release. He pumped his cock furiously, spraying his stomach and chest with milky globs of cum. A wayward spurt landed on his mouth and his tongue collected it, his eyes squeezed shut. Once he was past the initial waves of overpowering joy, he switched the vibrator off, finding it too much to endure in his hypersensitive state. He opened his eyes then, revealing that they were a blazing green thanks to his orgasm, stroking himself with less fervour as he struggled to regain his breath and looked to see what Luke was doing.
Disappointment flooded him when he realised he'd missed it. Luke's cheeks were flushed and he was nursing a handful of cum as he looked at Harm with an intensity that made him quiver. Grinning, Harm followed Luke into the bathroom, where they cleaned up. The tension was less but not entirely gone because Luke went still every time Harm brushed him in the shower. He was determined to change that.
Once they were clean, they ordered room service and ate companionably at the dining settee. Harm tried not to talk too much nonsense, managing to make Luke laugh when he recounted some of the funnier memories he had from college - mostly from when they were all new friends and nobody had paired off yet.
They'd had some wild clubbing nights and crazy parties and even if Luke had spent a good portion of them seeking meaningful conversations, he'd also known how to have fun. It had been the main reason Harm had fallen in love with him and he was glad to rekindle that memory as well. After Trevor, it had all begun to feel like a sickness or an addiction that he couldn't quit because it had soured. Loving someone else's man will do that to you. But now, here, tonight, he remembered that he'd loved a boy that was sexy and smart and a joy to be around because of all his best qualities. Harm told Luke about those and it seemed like they both appreciated it.
Cocooned in fond memories of easier times and sweeter dispositions, Luke didn't object when Harm re-made the bed - until he realised it was so they could sleep in it together. He tried to warn Harm of how dangerous he was and what a bad idea it was for them to sleep in the same bed but it was getting late and they were both tired and so emotionally drained that Luke just shut up once Harm pulled him down, curled around him and brushed his hand repeatedly over his hair. With Harm's other hand tracing random patterns across his back and his head resting in the crook of Harm's shoulder, the gentleness and the darkness seemed to ease Luke's fretting. Eventually, their soft murmurs and sleepy giggles devolved into a sweet kiss goodnight and an unexpectedly good night's sleep.
In the morning, there was breakfast and wry smiles as Harm crawled into Luke's lap to eat in bed. He adored that Luke indulged him, even though he could tell the altered human was exasperated with his efforts to feed him. Conceding that it was probably too cute even for him, Harm laughed and gave Luke his space to eat before they eventually dressed and left. Little touches and soft kisses were also indulged, which saw Harm checking out of the hotel, kissing Luke goodbye and heading for the bus stop with the hugest grin on his face. Maybe their next rendezvous would be in public but Harm doubted it, after the night they'd spent. He was cautiously optimistic about all of it now, and why wouldn't he be?
Luke Kingston was back in his life.
