At the bar, the three men decided to play a drinking game.

"Take the shot glass," Zayn instructed. "And chug the drink without putting your hands on the glass. Like this."

Zayn leaned over, wrapped his mouth around the rim of the shot glass, then with hands behind his back he knocked back the drink. Somehow the glass slip out of his mouth along with the drink.

"Ha ha," Robbie laughed. "You lose! Me next!"

Robbie did the same thing with his shot glass, except he managed to chug the entire drink without losing the glass. He lost his balance and fell into Harry's arms.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Robbie slurred, then leaned closer. "I'm really great at swallowing." He winked. "Hint hint."

Clearly the old Robbie was back. "You're all right."

Several drinks later Harry managed to drag his two guys into his car.

"Hey," Zayn mumbled from the back seat. "Why we ain't moving?"

"Because I'm a little buzzed," Harry said. "and that's as good as drunk. We're going to sit here until I sober up," He didn't have as many drinks as Zayn and Robbie but he didn't feel safe about driving, especially since it started to rain very hard. They could have taken a cab but Harry didn't want to leave his car and come back the next day to find a skeleton.

So the three sat there watching the rain. Robbie was going through his coat pockets.

"This is just great," Zayn mumbled while lying down. "What are we supposed to do?"

Robbie held up a long, tightly rolled joint. "We can do this."

Zayn sat up. "Is that pot? Lemme have some."

Harry turned around to look at him. "Seriously, dude? Aren't you fucked up enough?"

"Never. Hand it over."

"Hey," Harry said. "I'm trying to sober up so we can get home."

"It's not going to stop raining any time soon," Robbie said while pulling out a lighter. "We might as well sit back, relax and get wasted."

Robbie lit the joint, took a deep drag then passed it to Harry. "You want? It's primo stuff."

Harry looked at the joint. What the hell, he thought. They weren't going anywhere. Plus he really needed to take the edge off. He took the joint and inhaled as deep as he could, then leaned back to pass it to Zayn.  He closed his eyes and let the smoke go through his head, travel through his veins.  Already he could feel his body loosen and relax.  Robbie wasn't kidding.  This was excellent stuff.

"Damn!" Zayn croaked. "This is the best shit ever."

"Told you." Robbie took the joint. Harry observed as Robbie put it between his full lips and sucked, then he puckered those lips as he threw his head back to exhale the smoke towards the ceiling. Damn, Harry thought. That looked sooo sexy. This was some good stuff.  Did he say that already? Or think it? Whatever.  He was floating. 

Harry leaned back and smiled.  For the first time in ages he was truly relaxed and at peace.  And he was so happy.  He loved this, and he loved his friends in this car.  He felt as if he could fly through space.

Robbie was passing the joint back to him. As if in a dream Harry took it and smoked for a while. They tried to pass it to Zayn but he was passed out on the back seat.

"Looks like it's just you and me." Robbie said, smoking the rest of the pot. For a while they talked about unimportant things. "Tell me about this." Robbie said, touching Harry's necklace.

"It belonged to an old friend."

"A lover?"

"Yeah."

Robbie still held onto the necklace, which was a hand carved wooden cross. "So where is he now?"

"He moved to Paris for a job over a year ago. We broke it off."

Robbie's eyes widened. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry to hear that. You must have been really fond of him."

"Yeah."

"Maybe you should move on to bigger and better. Pun intended."  He giggled.

"Yeah shut up."  Harry had to smile at that.  Robbie was funny.

They sat there in silence, listening to the rain hitting the car, feeling their buzz come down. Harry turned and found Robbie staring at him. Not in that wicked way, but with a wistful gaze, his eyes shining. His head was leaning on the car seat.

"What?"

"Hey," Robbie said in a husky voice. "Can I kiss you?"

The question came out of nowhere. "What?"

"Would it be okay if I gave you a kiss? I really want to and this time I'm asking nicely."

Harry tried to think. "I thought we agreed to be just friends."

"What's wrong with friends kissing?" Robbie said, still staring. "Just two mates sharing a friendly kiss?"

Harry could feel his mouth go dry. "Why do you want to?"

"Because you're cute and sexy. You have the most amazing green eyes, your dimples in your cheeks are adorable. Your lips are perfection and I really want to kiss you."

Harry could hear his own heart beating louder. What was he doing here? This was so wrong. He wanted to. He shouldn't. He didn't want another heartbreak, it would be too much.

Robbie continued staring at him, his head still resting on the car seat. He bit his lower lip. "Please?" he whispered.  "Come on, you know you want to.  I know you do."

Harry gave in. "Okay," he whispered back.

Robbie scooted closer, put his fingers lightly on Harry's cheeks. He looked into Harry's eyes for a moment before tilting his head and placing his lips on Harry's.

Harry was surprised at how soft Robbie's lips were. He snuck a peek and found Robbie's eyes closed. His tongue slid across Harry's lips before moving in. Harry's heart jumped when their tongues met, moving against each other.

Briefly Harry thought that they shouldn't be doing this. He was the boss's kid. Correction, grown man, as he could feel when his hand dropped on Robbie's thigh and felt his hardness.

Robbie was the first one since Liam.

The only sounds they heard were the heavy rain pounding outside, and the heavy breathing and lip smacking inside. Harry placed his hand on Robbie's chest and felt that his heart was racing as fast as his own. Was he excited too? Robbie's fingers were moving through his hair, then slid down to his neck and back, then lower. They pulled back so that their lips lightly brushed each other, then moved in deep.

What was happening? Robbie's lips were intoxicating. Harry couldn't get enough. He felt more alive than he had in a long time. He felt Robbie's mouth on the side of his neck, biting gently.

Robbie thought he was going to lose it. This was getting intense. So much for his game of hard to get. He finally had Harry where he wanted and he was determined to make the most of it. And he wanted more and more of him. His hands moved under Harry's shirt and felt the hard muscular chest. Ohhh, so good. Harry was returning his caresses, moving his hand down to his lap. Yes!

Zayn suddenly coughed in the backseat, bringing the men back into reality. Robbie placed a couple of soft kisses on Harry's lips before pulling away. They tried to cool down as they sat back and readjusted their clothes.

"Heh heh." Robbie chuckled as he looked out the window. "Looks like the rain is easing up." He tried to keep the conversation light. He felt a little strange. "And look, it's starting to get light outside."

Taking a deep breath and trying to get himself together Harry started the car. "Yep, sure is."

"Hey," Robbie said. "Can you drive me over to my dad's place? I told him I'd spend the day with him."

"Sure no problem."

"Thanks."

They drove in silence thinking about that kiss and their reactions to it. Finally they pulled up into the bossman's large driveway.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" Harry had to clear his throat a couple of times before speaking.

"No," Robbie's voice sounded a little high. "Dad will drive me back later tonight." He started to open the door then turned back. "Thanks for the outing. I know Father made you take me, so thanks for being a good sport."

"No, no, it's cool. Really."

"Thanks the same." Robbie leaned over and placed a kiss on Harry's mouth before rushing out. Harry watched as he disappeared into the large house.

"Dude," Zayn mumbled from the back seat. "What are you doing?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You heard me," his friend sounded sober. "I saw that lip lock earlier."

Harry was still in a daze over that. "What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you heard about this guy back in London that Robbie used to go with?" Zayn went on. "Word on the street is that Robbie played that guy for a fool, then went crying to Daddy that the guy did him wrong. He played the victim. Cried abuse and everything. Bossman used his power to ruin that guy. That guy was kicked out of school, can't get work. Everything he worked for down the toilet."

Harry felt his stomach sink. "You're kidding."

"I wish. Only thing that guy did wrong was being stupid enough to get involved with Robbie. Trust me, bro, you don't need that mess."

That night Harry kept tossing and turning. He couldn't sleep for shit. His head was full of everything from the day. Seeing Robbie naked, kissing him. And on top of all that, Zayn telling him about Robbie's ex. Damn! That kid was in his head and soul. He was infected with Robbie. What was he going to do now?

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