Robbie insisted on stopping at the coffee shop for a few minutes. He needed a caffeine boost after that flight. Plus he wanted to get acquainted with Harry.

They sat at a corner table secluded from the other customers. Robbie noticed that Harry looked a little uncomfortable, staring into his cup. He needed to loosen up. Maybe they should have gone to a bar.

"So, Harry," Robbie said. "What brought you all the way from jolly old England to Windy City America?"

Harry twirled the stirrer in his cup. "I started out as an exchange student in high school," he said. "Then I decided to just keep going to school in Chicago and got into the University of Chicago. Right now I'm finishing up my degree in Art History. And of course I'm also working for your father."

Robbie studied him. "Interesting," An artist, how cool, he thought. "So where does fun fit in? Is there a special someone in that busy schedule of yours?" He held his breath and crossed his fingers.

Harry paused. Robbie searched his face and thought he saw pain there.

"No," he finally said. "Not at the moment. Right now I'm just focused on my work and my classes. Relationships just aren't a priority with me these days."

Too bad, Robbie thought as he traced his finger on the cup rim. It looked as if Harry could use a good time. He needed someone to take care of him.

"What about you?" Harry said. "What are your plans here?"

"Oh, me? I'm just here on vacation visiting my dad." Robbie didn't want to think about the real reason he was sent here, let alone tell Harry.

"What?" Harry said, bringing him back to the present.

"Sorry?"

"You keep staring at me."

Robbie realized he was. He couldn't help it. "Does that bother you? I should think you'd be used to being stared at."

This time Harry looked him in the eye. "And why is that?"

Robbie looked right back. "Because you're the most attractive person I've ever seen."

For a moment they sat there, eyes locked. Their palms were sweating and their hearts raced. Then Harry broke the gaze and quickly picked up his phone.

"It's getting late," he said. "I still have to take you to your new place, plus I have a class tonight."

Robbie put his hand on top of Harry's. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Harry pulled away and pulled on his coat. "Don't worry about it. You ready? Let's go." He rushed off. Robbie grabbed his stuff and had to race to catch up. When they stepped outside the chill nearly took Robbie's breath away.

"Wow, it's really cold out here!" Robbie said.

"Welcome to Chicago."

They rode in silence along the expressway. Robbie snuck peeks at Harry from the corner of his eye. Did he scare Harry off? he wondered. Had he been too forward with the staring and the compliments? That was his problem. Whenever he saw something that he really liked he just had to go all in to get it. There was something about Harry though. He couldn't help himself.

Robbie looked at Harry again, studying his profile. His brown hair was long and wavy, soft looking. His eyes were an amazing green. Harry had one hand on the wheel with the other resting on his thigh. A muscular, shapely thigh, Robbie observed, in tight skinny jeans.

The thighs were slightly apart.

Then Robbie's eyes moved to the area where the thighs met and he could almost see a bulge beneath Harry's coat. He found himself biting his lower lip.

"What do you think so far?" Harry asked, bringing him out of his dirty thoughts.

"Uh, about what?"

"Downtown. We're here."

"Oh, yeah, it's great, cool." Robbie managed to draw his attention to the huge buildings, thinking about the Chicago landmarks he was looking forward to seeing soon.

Finally they pulled up to a small classic building in a residential area and parked in front.

"Here it is," Harry pointed. "It's a walk up. Your place is on the third floor."

Harry led him up to a small apartment. Robbie placed his bag down and looked around. The place was furnished, with a small kitchen area next to the living room. The bedroom was on the right. He liked what he saw. Cozy.

"Your father's assistant had set up your place," Harry was saying as he set some keys down on the table. "You have food and other supplies. Here are your keys. You should have everything you need here. We're just a block away from town if you have to get anything." He was scribbling something on paper. "Here's my number if you need me."

"Really?" Robbie brightened. "If I need you?"

"I mean for help with anything." Was Harry blushing? He started for the door but Robbie stopped him.

"Where are you staying?" He tried to stall Harry from leaving.

"I'm right next door," Harry pointed towards Robbie's bedroom. "Actually, my bedroom's right next to yours."

"Interesting," Robbie smiled. "It'll be like we were sleeping together."

This time there was a definite blush as Harry averted his eyes and squirmed. Crap, Robbie thought, did he go too far?

"Well, I gotta go," Harry said as he headed towards the door.

"Wait," Robbie stopped him again. "I should apologize, I was just--"

"Yeah, don't worry about it," As Harry opened the door, Robbie put his hand on Harry's arm.

"Don't you want to stay for a while? Maybe order a pizza or something?"

"That's okay, I've got a lot to do. I've got a class tonight and you really should call your father, let him know you made it here okay."

"Sure, fine." Robbie dropped his hand and moved away. Great, he blew it. Perfect.

Harry paused at the door, then turned back. "But maybe if I have time, I will take a raincheck on the pizza." He left a grinning Robbie.

Instead of calling his father, Robbie went into the bedroom and plopped down on the large brass bed. A large, cold, lonely bed. He sat up and leaned against the bedpost, listening to Harry moving around in his own room. The bed squeaked loudly as he sat down. They were right next to each other, Robbie thought as he placed his hand against the wall.

Meanwhile in his place, Harry was sitting on his bed with his laptop and papers and books. He tried to concentrate on his notes but the words didn't seem to register. And the words in the textbooks may as well be in Chinese.

Finally he gave up. He couldn't focus on the class he had to take later. Instead he found himself staring at the wall where Robbie's room was and wondered once again why he felt so undone. What was it about that guy?

Harry gave up.  He tossed everything off the bed, stripped and got under the covers.  But sleep didn't come.  He tossed and kicked the covers aside.  He didn't need rest, he needed to get laid.  To have fast and hot sex with Robbie.

He sat up.  What the hell? Where did that come from? He was taking a cold shower instead.

After class he came home and took another cold shower, followed by some serious beating off.  Harry returned to the bed and tried to sleep.  It was a long time coming and when it did it was full of strange dreams.  Dreams of Robbie's leering smile, his wandering hands.  Then the boss's disapproving looks.

Harry woke up again.  The time was only two twenty in the morning.  He sighed.

These were going to be some long nights.

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