Page 29 of Sin Deep
“You’re amazing.” Harley slowly sat back down. “So, I got home, and Ollie was vacuuming in one of those corse-set dealies and panting like a lathered horse.”
Winter nodded. “Mmm. Chores. It was probably his training corset. I imagine that looked uncomfortable to you.”
“I guess, yeah. He didn’t seem comfortable, but he didn’t seem unhappy.” Harley shrugged one shoulder. “You should see the ones Jackson had in his closet. They were all fancy.”
“Your friend Jackson wears a corset well. They are popular at the club. You and he are about the same size. Did you try one on?” He knew the answer; of course Harley hadn’t tried them on. But he’d also found that Harley was highly responsive to the power of suggestion. It was one of his favorite things about the boy.
“Jackson’s?” Harley shook his head. “God no. I mean, they’refancy. What if I hurt them? Can you imagine? It’s bad enough I snooped.”
“Nonsense. If you actually held one you would realize that you can’t hurt them. Good ones are really quite sturdy, because they have to be.” And Winter had to assume that if Jackson left them behind they were not among his favorites in any case. Anything Jackson wanted to show off would have gone to Europe with him. “I wouldn’t be concerned about that at all.”
“I had Ollie help me hang them back up. I have to admit, I’ve never seen so many…parts.”
“Some of them can be fussy. They’re often difficult to put on alone. I’m sure Ollie would be happy to help if you ever wanted to try one on.” Winter sipped his drink, trying not to spend too much time imagining Harley in a corset, in case that never happened. He had no idea where Harley might decide to draw the line. Harley probably didn’t know either.
“Maybe. I don’t know. Is that weird? It makes me feel…wiggly.”
Well, that could mean anything. Did it make Harley nervous? Turn him on? Maybe it felt naughty or… “Don’t you worry, Harley. You don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing. You shouldn’t, ever. Hm?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve learned a lot by doing things that weren’t comfortable. Moving here. Learning to water ski. Hell, I was terrified to touch another man.”
Winter understood that fear. He understood it in his soul. “I like your touch. It’s kind, caring.”
“There was nothing about yours that didn’t set me off. Nothing.”
“Would you like to dance, Harley?” He stood and offered the boy his hand.
“I would love to.” Harley’s hand fit into his, just easy as you please.
He waved a hand as they headed for the dance floor, and the music changed gradually to something much slower and more his speed. It was good to be him sometimes; there wasn’t much he couldn’t get here if he wanted it, and everyone knew him well.
Harley moved right into his body, fitting them together. The chemistry between them was ever-present, buzzing between them. “Can you feel that too?”
He nodded slowly. It was unlike anything he’d felt before. He’d been attracted to many, in love with a few, but he’d never felt so drawn to anyone. “I can. You’re so alive, petit.”
“I’m so glad to be. So glad youseeme.”
“It’s not difficult. You’re a very bright star.” He tucked Harley in tighter and spun them. It was amazing watching the world unfold for Harley, one new experience at a time.
Harley’s laugh was husky and happy, wrapping around them as they twirled.
“I hope to see you this week, but if you can’t come by, I’d still like to invite you to be my guest here on Friday night.”
“Can I have both?” Harley chuckled, stealing a kiss. “You make me greedy.”
“Mm. You can. I hope you do.” He slid one hand down to cup a perfect ass cheek and took another kiss himself.
Harley was firm against him, responding beautifully, but staying polite, not grinding or making it obvious.
When the song ended Winter led Harley off the dance floor. “You probably should head home soon and get some sleep, petit.”
“Yeah, I probably should. I don’t want to, but I have to bring home the bacon.” Harley sighed softly, kissing him once more.
He knew better than to stand between a man and his job, but he let himself wish Harley didn’t have to. “Bring home doughnuts. They’re more fun.”
“Pop-Tarts, remember?” Harley teased. “I hope you sleep well. Text me when you get home?”
“Right. Pop-Tarts. Nasty things. And you are very sweet to look out for me. I will text. You do the same, please?” He should have known when he invited Harley here for a nightcap that it would be difficult to say goodnight. He’d slept alone for…well, quite possibly years at this point; he couldn’t remember, but tonight he didn’t want to be by himself. “Do you have a ride?”
