Page 80 of Sin Deep
He knew what Harley was saying, but the boy didn’t understand what he was seeing. “Why do you say that?”
“I don’t—I don’t know. It’s not to you?” Harley, for the first time, seemed truly vulnerable, like the boy needed him, right now.
“No, it’s not ugly. Not to me.” He tangled his fingers with Harley. “Everything you see in this club is consensual. That means that both parties have an agreement, and the sub has safe words he can use to get out of any situation instantly, no questions asked. Oliver isn’t using his words, is he?”
“No. No, but I know Ollie. It’s just not… I don’t know. I’ll figure it, I guess.”
“I know what I think is going on, but I can’t say for sure. The only way to know for sure is to talk to Oliver. Though, perhaps not tonight. He seems rather deep in his subspace.”
Harley nodded, but he didn’t say anything else, or look at Oliver even. Those eyes were on his Coke.
“Petit.” He needed Harley to understand something important. “Look at me, please.”
Harley glanced up at him. “Don’t be pissed. Please. I’m trying. This is…a lot.”
He blinked at his boy, startled. “Why on earth would I be mad at you? I agree, that is a lot to understand.”
“I just… I know it’s not cool, to be wigged out. Everyone’s supposed to get it, but—I’m glad you’re not mad.”
He set his wine down and pulled Harley into his lap for a hug. “Petit. I don’t care about cool. You feel whatever you feel, and we’ll talk about it. All I wanted to tell you was that I am never going to ask that of you. I don’t need that, I don’t think you need, or want that. That’s not us.”
“No. No, it’s not. I’m not… I need… I mean, I don’t…” Harley stopped, blew out a hard breath. “Can we talk about this later, please? At home where it’s just us?”
“Yes. Of course.” He slid his fingers through his boy’s hair. Poor boy. He was right; it was a lot to take in, especially when it was a friend, and it didn’t make sense. “Shall we dance, petit?” He could hold his boy for a bit, settle him, enjoy the music.
“Yes. Yes, please. I would love to.”
It was a rush, how Harley responded to him, immediately, trusting in him without question.
He smiled and stood, lifting Harley to his feet. He didn’t need to say much, so he just pulled his boy along by the hand and onto the dance floor, under a pool of purple light.
Harley cuddled right in, almost, but not quite, clinging.
The boy was truly rattled. He swayed to the music and kept his arms tight around Harley, breathing with him.
Harley relaxed, breath slowing, body responding to him, melting into him. “Love this, dancing with you.”
“As do I.” He nuzzled Harley’s ear. “Holding my sweet, beautiful boy.” Nothing could rush him off the dance floor with Harley; it was a place he felt like they came together more or less as equals and understood each other best.
“Yours. Thank you. This is heaven.”
“Mhm.” He danced them deeper into the crowd, where they could blend in and disappear a little. So, his boy did have limits, at least in his head. Winter was going to have to tread lightly when Harley was ready to talk.
Right now, though, Harley was focused on him, on the music, and there was a freedom and a joy that they found out here, moving together.
This is it, Winter.He realized with clarity that this boy was going to be the centerpiece of the rest of his life. He couldn’t bear any other outcome. So whatever Harley needed from him, Harley would receive. It was that simple.
He stepped back and twirled Harley under his arm, watching the smile bloom on his boy’s face.
“Fancy!” They laughed together, just happy.
“That’s me. So fancy.” He twirled Harley into him so Harley’s back was to his chest and hugged him close. “You’re so graceful.”
“I love to dance. It’s so much fun.” Harley’s ass was grinding against him, matching rhythm.
Oh, he liked that game. He dropped his hands to Harley’s hips and moved with him. “I’m going to take you home in a minute.”
“Promise?” Oh, sexy kitty.
