Silver Platter

[Existentially Odd]

Harm's eyebrows lifted. Truthfully, he'd expected the conversation to peter out - like when you ran into old acquaintances unexpectedly and you promised each other you'd go for coffee sometime soon yet both knew it would never happen. It was just being polite. Even though Ben had insisted they were friends,  it'd felt like maybe he was just being polite. Paying lip service. Why the fuck would a powerful vampire that was gearing up to rule the city want to be friends with someone like him?

"Oh! Okay. So... you want to go next Thursday night? I'm back on days next week and Trick works late Thursday nights so I'd just be home alone. U-unless you wanted me to bring him?" he offered awkwardly, looking cautiously at Trick now. He felt somewhat obligated to at least introduce the two because Ben was giving Trick everything he was giving him but he was wary about putting Trick near any vampire. He found himself suddenly praying that Ben had absolutely no interest in meeting Trick because, the more he thought about it, the more he regretted his offer.

Apart from the fact he might be adding to Trick's denied trauma, Trick and Ben were both alphas. He didn't want to get in the middle of that, there was no way it'd end civilly.

[Trillian]

Ben didn't realise he had tension in his shoulders until Harm accepted and he relaxed.

"No, we don't need Trick there. I don't want to be a third wheel," Ben said, trying to sound light and casual and hoping Harm wouldn't insist on bringing along his boyfriend. Ben had no interest in meeting the guy who'd taken Harm's attention away from him and was going to whisk him out of the country as well. "Let's meet in the lobby at the benches under the world map banner," he suggested, then the two of them worked out a time before saying their see-you-laters and hanging up.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm leant forward and placed his phone onto the coffee table carefully, frowning at it like it might explode if he was too rough with it. He ignored the remainder of his cooling food for the time being, sitting back and looking at Trick.

"That was weird," he said, because it felt like he should say something. "I didn't think he was serious about us being friends," he wondered, still frowning and nibbling at the inside of his cheek. He didn't understand what appeal he held for Ben when drinking and sex were off the table. It wasn't like there was much more to them than sexual attraction - well, he'd have thought, until now.

A rich, powerful, handsome vampire wanted to hang out with him and be his friend. Hang with him? The startled thought wouldn't go away. He was flattered but wary. Ben didn't even know him, hadn't spent enough time with him to gauge his personality, he was pretty sure. Any time they'd been in the same space up until now had either been charged with sexual tension or involved intense socio-political discussions. What did they even have in common?!

[Pocky]

Trick waited until the phone call had ended before leaning back in the seat. He'd kept his fingers over his lips but his eyes and eyebrows had performed little jigs throughout the conversation. He lowered his hand from his mouth and held his elbow, giving Harm a once over before speaking.

"He's not. He'll want more. Typical vampire." Trick rolled his eyes and turned his face away.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm looked at Trick ruminatively, taking in his closed body language and the way he wasn’t meeting his eye. He shuffled around so that one leg was tucked underneath him, the other foot on the floor used to propel him to lean heavily into Trick, his chest against his upper arm.

“Mm, I don’t think he will, he’s pretty blunt about what he wants,” he mused, both of his hands gripping onto Trick’s closest thigh, kneading gently. “Besides, even if he does want more, you know he’s not going to get it from me... right?” he prompted, tilting his head in an effort to peer up and into Trick’s eyes.

Part of him wanted Trick to forbid him from seeing Ben, though that would be putting all the blame on Trick. It would make things so much easier, if the lines were drawn so everybody could understand.

[Pocky]

Trick put an arm around Harm's shoulders when he was cosied up to but didn't turn his face back. All Harm would see was his profile. After a long pause, Trick agreed. "Right." He turned to look at Harm and planted a kiss on his forehead before extracting himself out of Harm's hold and off the couch. "Eat your dinner, Dam. I'll be waiting in the bedroom." He stripped out of his singlet and left it on the floor as he entered the room. A second later his boardies came flying out.

[Existentially Odd]

It was complicated. Harm hated that he was making things complicated. But did you say no to the guy that's giving you a jet and free accommodation throughout Europe?

He could practically see Trick's brain working. He suspected most of his silence wasn't even about Ben and Harm, it was about his past experiences with vampires. His earlier words about fairness were haunting. Trick trusted him to do the right thing with Ben but he didn't trust Ben. He didn't know him but he was a vampire and Trick had been nothing but burnt by vampires.

Harm didn't want his boyfriend to be thinking that this was just another way a vampire was going to hurt him but he had no proof until he went out with Ben and got it. He suspected the vampire was lonely; it was difficult for people to scale their way to the top of an ivory tower just to meet the elevated vampire prince, right? It was kind of a rich person cliche but Harm would put money on it being true. Why else was someone like Ben keen to hang out with an ordinary human like Harm? His job and his boyfriend were the only interesting things about him. Ben had to be bored.

He supposed he'd find out next week. In the meantime, he sighed and started eating hurriedly, admiring the view as Trick retreated, snorting a laugh when his shorts came flying out of the bedroom. Harm ate faster, shimmying out of his own clothes as he hurried into his room once he was done, still chewing a mouthful of pancakes, sweet syrup sticking up his lips.

[Pocky]

In incomplete darkness Trick sat on the edge of the bed naked. He didn't give Harm a chance to turn on a light. Standing and taking the steps he needed to deliver him to his boyfriend, Trick wrapped his arms around Harm and kissed him. Upon tasting the syrup, he licked it off Harm's lips before delving further into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss he slid down Harm's body and knelt before him, teasing with his tongue until he had Harm's stiffened dick in his mouth. Trick pulled out every maneuver he knew, repeating the actions that summoned the biggest moans or gasps from Harm. Each hand was splayed over Harm's butt cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart, teasing fingers along his crack.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm gasped and writhed in Trick's hold, overwhelmed by his attentions and the body-tingling sensations he roused. Threading his fingers through Trick's hair, it took a great deal of willpower and even more determination to drag his sinfully good mouth off his cock but he had to do it. He didn't want to cum this way.

"Hey," he breathed huskily, looking down to the glint of Trick's eyes in the semi darkness. His curtains weren't drawn yet, the lights of the city bouncing off nearby walls and pulsing lightly into his room made it easier to see but he still wasn't sure there was eye contact. "You need to stop being so fucking good at that and take me to bed. I want you inside me," he practically groaned, clenching his ass muscles beneath Trick's hands for emphasis.

[Pocky]

Trick smiled and rose while his hands trailed Harm's body, touching firmly up his back and sides--mostly to prevent tickling--before taking Harm's hand. He led Harm after him onto the bed. At first he tugged Harm onto him and held him in place with strong arms while they kissed some more, then he rolled them both so he was on top. Sideways on the bed he could reach the lube and condoms from where they were. He ended up straddling Harm, keeping him pinned while he got everything ready that they would need, slapping Harm's hands away if they tried to touch Trick or himself.

"I'm in charge," he whispered. By the time he climbed off Harm, they were both lubed up but only Trick wore the rubber. His fingers worked inside Harm for a while before he aimed himself in. Pushing the tip of his dick into Harm's tight hole, he groaned and forced himself to wait, letting Harm relax around him before he pushed in some more. He watched Harm's face for clues when it was too much. Gently, he pushed all the way in, feeling Harm's body squeezing around him. With heavy eyelids he watched Harm's reaction, smirking lazily before he started sawing back and forth.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm's eyebrows lifted and he smirked when Trick wouldn't let him touch. His declaration of being in charge roused a sultry grin of appreciation, a low noise of approval rumbling in the back of his throat letting Trick know that he'd concede to him. Part of him worried whether it was some odd reaction to them talking to Ben and Harm's imminent friend date with the vampire but... Trick was always like that anyway. He was in charge, the top, the dominant. It was sexy and not a dynamic Harm had any desire to mess with, at this point.

His thoughts ceased when Trick entered him, his body pliant while it adjusted but more fervent once he was comfortable. Trick was in charge but Harm met him stroke for stroke, arching beneath him, clutching at his back and powerful arms, quivering when Trick started hammering the spot that made his vision go white and tingles chase across his skin. He wasn't quiet or still, his hips smashing against Trick's, his skin on fire and hungry for everything this man - more than any other man he'd been with - could do to him. It built rapidly and when he could no longer resist, he snuck a hand between them to bring relief to his aching cock.

"Fuck! Trick! Shit," he cried out as his body tensed, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through him in powerful ripples that went from his head to his toes and zapped everything in between. His cum splattered between them, cool on his burning stomach while he fought for breath and sanity. He shifted his attention to Trick, settling in for another night cuddling and kissing and languishing in post-orgasmic bliss - unless he had something to say about the phone call with Ben. It was always difficult to predict, with his boyfriend, but he kinda loved that about him.

As it turned out, Trick's agenda only involved the former and that was fine.