Page 18 of Sin Deep
Though he was more than pleased to do so.
“Sweet boy. Thank you.”
Harley winked for him, then those eyes closed.
He slowly drew precise and practiced lines around Harley’s eyes, and the room went quiet except for the sound of them breathing together. It was a little different than the club the other night, that intense silence. Harley’s skin took the liner like a dream. “You were made for this. As an everyday look I’d go much simpler than this, but because we’re playing a little…well, do you want to look, or shall I do the mascara first to complete your look?”
“You should complete it. I want to see it all done.” Harley’s voice was husky, low. “Should I open my eyes?”
“When you’re ready.” He capped the liner and dug out a thickening mascara that should make Harley’s long lashes positively lush.
Harley blinked his eyes open, expression making Winter smile. “Am I gorgeous?”
“You are.” He went in with the mascara wand, and it didn’t take much to make Harley’s lashes thick and dark. “Wait until you see.”
“I’m a little nervous.” Harley chuckled. “I feel fancy without even looking. Like a movie star.”
“Give me your hands then, before you look.” He took both of Harley’s hands and held them, gently, but firmly. He was nervous too. He would understand if Harley didn’t care for all the makeup, but he wanted Harley to at least like it, if he couldn’t love it. “And look when you’re ready.”
Harley glanced at himself, then stared, eyes going wide. “I don’t—I don’t know what to say. I look like…not me, or lots of me, or… I don’t know. Like I—It’s…” Winter heard the softest whisper. “My eyes are so big.”
“Your eyes are the best part,” he whispered back, leaning close to Harley’s ear. He turned Harley to fully face the mirror and stood behind him. “Do you recognize the lovely soul in that mirror, Harley?”
“I don’t know…” He leaned toward the mirror. “I look like a familiar stranger, like someone I’d want to look at.”
He decided against lip color; he wasn’t going to do anything more right now. Harley was taking it all in, and he didn’t want to interrupt. “And how does it make you feel?”
“A little confused in my chest, yeah? I mean, this isn’t who I normally see. Can you imagine what folks would say back home? But I can’t stop looking. I don’t want to stop.” Harley glanced at Winter in the mirror. “Is that wrong?”
“No.” He smiled back at Harley. “Look all you like. It’s you after all, so you’re not being rude by staring.” He took Harley’s makeup shawl off and started putting things away. “This is just my first try at what I thought might work for you. You should think about what you like and don’t like, maybe want more or less of…this is just a beginning. Just fun.”
“Okay.” Harley chuckled softly. “It’s surprisingly intimate. Having you decorate me.”
Decorate was a good word. And insightful word. Winter came back over and looked at Harley in the mirror. “It felt like foreplay.”
“Yessir, it sure did.” Harley’s eyes were sparkling. “My whole body thought so.”
He bent and kissed the top of Harley’s head, then breathed in deep. “Mine too.”
“Can I kiss you? Is that too forward?”
Harley wasn’t just curious; he was brave too. Winter tried not to let how hard his heart was beating show. “No. I’d like that.”
Harley turned to face him, those lined eyes staring into his as their lips met, the first kiss almost chaste.
Almost. He lingered over it longer than he would a chaste kiss, and he couldn’t stop himself from tasting Harley’s lips with the tip of his tongue as he pulled away. “Mm. So, are you as new at this as you are with eyeliner?”
“At kissing? No. No, not quite. I’m new to being as open, but I’m not a virgin.”
“Good to know. I wondered for a minute, you…feel new.” He didn’t ask Harley for permission; he just took another kiss, fingers sliding around to catch the sweet boy’s nape.
Harley moaned and leaned forward, hands landing on his thighs. They were hot, almost feverish, and Winter’s muscles clenched in a rush of passion.
The things he wanted to do to this beautiful young man.
He stepped back, guiding Harley to his feet. He wasn’t a tall man himself, but he was taller than Harley, whose strong body seemed to vibrate and rumble like an engine as he held it.
Harley searched his eyes, and Winter wasn’t sure what the boy was looking for, but obviously Harley found it. The kiss Winter got was almost blistering.
