Harry stared up at the well designed ceiling of the Kay house. Robbie's head was on his chest, his arm around Harry. He was asleep, lightly snoring.

It was already late in the afternoon. The boss was out working, he probably wouldn't be home until very late. Hopefully Harry would be gone before then.

Harry traced his fingers along Robbie's face, from his long lashes down to his pink lips and along the blush of his cheeks. Robbie was very attractive, he thought. They spent the morning having sex, sliding along the sheets until they were spent. It was as great as last night. Robbie was excellent. He was a very attentive lover who couldn't get enough. Harry couldn't get enough either. Good thing Robbie happened to have a neverending supply of condoms.

Now Harry was lying here wondering what he was going to do. How was he going to face Zayn when he saw him. He didn't even want to think about facing the boss. Luckily he wasn't scheduled to work for a couple of days so he wouldn't have to see him.

Harry studied Robbie and wondered what had he gotten himself into.

The next day when Harry went into the art studio, he ran into Zayn. "Hey, man."

Zayn stood back and stared at him. "OMG!"

"What?" Harry had trouble looking his friend in the eye.

"Haz, you didn't!"

"What?" Harry was going through his bookbag, shuffling nervously under Zayn's direct gaze. Did he know?

"Look at you, all refreshed and glowing," Zayn nudged him. "That's the face of someone who got laid and laid good."

Harry ducked his head, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, ha ha,"

"Tell me I'm not wrong."

"It's true. I did." he confessed, trying to decide how much he should tell.

Zayn continued staring. "So who is he? And do I know him?"

Again Harry lowered his eyes. "Uhhh. . ."

"Aha! So it is someone I know. I bet I can guess."

Harry moved over to his project and began sorting through his paints. "Maybe," he mumbled.

Zayn followed him. "So who is it? You know me, if you don't tell I'm gonna find out anyway." He playfully poked Harry. "Come on, give it up. Spill it."

Harry tried to look busy. "It's nobody," He wished he could change the subject but Zayn was like a bloodhound. Once he was on the scent he never let go.

"Hey," Zayn nudged him again. "I bet I can guess."

"Go ahead, knock yourself out."

"Robbie the boss's kid."

Harry felt as if someone shot him. He saw Zayn fall to the floor laughing, while he was rooted to the spot. Nail on the head.

Zayn looked at Harry and stopped. He observed him. "What the hell? Come on, Haz, quit playing. I was just kidding, I know you'd never do something that suicidal."

Harry was quiet.

"Come on, Haz. Seriously, you didn't hit that. Tell me you didn't hit that. Haz?"

Harry was always surprised at how astute Zayn was. He had the knack for seeing a situation for exactly what it was. It was a trait he had always admired in his friend, until today. They had known each other since they were little and there were no secrets between them. No sense in starting now.

"Yeah," he admitted. "I slept with Robbie"

Zayn's jaw practically hit the floor. "Duuuude." he drew out in a low voice.

"And it was the best," Harry confessed. "I loved every second of it. I gotta give it to him, Robbie's got skills. And he loved it too." Harry recalled how Robbie reacted at every touch and every thrust. "God, Harry," Robbie had gasped while grabbing his hair. "You're. . .so. . .fucking. . .amazing!" Damn, the memory was starting to turn him on.

"Seriously, bro?" Zayn stared in disbelief. "You slept with bossman's kid?"

"I couldn't help myself," Harry said as they sat on the stools. "He was so tempting and awesome. He definetely knows his way around a body, and how to satisfy. I tried fighting this but he wore me down. I couldn't get him off of my mind. We were attracted to each other since day one."

"Seriously."

"When we finally did it, It was like mind blowing. I have never had it that good with anyone but him. Robbie was so good in bed, I don't know which one of us was begging for more."

"Damn, damn, damn." Zayn shook his head in disbelief. "I knew living next door to each other would lead to this."

"Actually, it didn't happen at the apartment," Harry confessed. "We did it at Kay's house."

Again Zayn's jaw dropped.

"While he was sleeping in another room."

Zayn shook his head. "Dammit, Harry, you always did like doing things the hard way. If you're trying to kill yourself, wouldn't it be easier to just jump in front of a moving train?"

"I know, I know," Harry slumped against the wall. He felt defeated.

"Haz, what the hell?" Zayn stood up. "Really? It's not enough to hook up with the kid, you had to do it at Kay's, with Kay only a few feet away? Really?"

Harry shook his head. "I can't believe it myself. It was all surreal. But I gotta admit, just knowing that the boss was a few feet away from me doing his son kinda added the fuel to the fire, if you know what I mean."

"Jesus."

"It was never that good with Liam." Harry said. "I got more pleasure from one night with Robbie than from the entire time with Liam."

Zayn put his hands on Harry's shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. "Harry, this isn't you. The Haz I know would never be this reckless. Why were you there in the first place anyway, and what possessed you to spend the night?"

"Kay invited me to dinner," Harry said. "and afterwards I couldn't get my car to start."

"Really, bro? You don't think that's odd that you go to Robbie's place and lo and behold, your car won't start?"

Harry wondered about that too. He wouldn't put it past the kid to pull some crap like that.

"Harry," Zayn went on. "are you trying to ruin yourself? Did you forget what I told you about Robbie and his ex? About London?"

"Robbie said that was just half of the story."

"And you believed him?"

Harry just sat on his stood watching his friend pace around looking agitated. He should be feeling that himself. Then he remembered something.

"He has this strange scar on his side that he won't talk about."

"Who gives a shit? He probably pissed off the wrong person."

"I don't know," Harry had seen how vulnerable and scared Robbie looked that night when he tried to touch it. "Don't ever hurt me." he had insisted, not with his casual attitude, but in a desperate, serious manner. What was that about?

Zayn's face was suddenly close to his. "Helloooo! Who are you? What happened to my best mate whose future was his number one priority? Remember your future? The one you worked your ass off for? The one you don't want to fuck up?"

A knock at the door startled them. It was Robbie holding a bouquet of flowers. He was dressed in jeans and sweatshirt.

"Hi, guys." Robbie waved and smiled. He went over to Harry and gave him a kiss. "Hey, darling."

Both men noticed Zayn's look of disapproval and disgust.

"Uh, listen," Robbie said to Harry. "If you feel like taking a break, how about we go to this Italian restaurant I discovered? It has the best lasagna, you'll love it." He straddled Harry's lap and put his arms around him. "Or if you feel like blowing off the afternoon, we can go check in at a fancy hotel somewhere, and you can really get blown off." He laughed at his little joke and kissed the side of Harry's neck.

Zayn snorted. "Okay, enough PDA for me. I'll see you later, Harry. Enjoy the ride to hell." He stomped towards the door while Harry and Robbie watched.

"You have a good day too, Zayn." Robbie called after him.

"What the fuck ever." was Zayn's parting shot as he slammed the door.

"Well geez," Robbie said. "What's up his ass? Never mind." He focused his attention on Harry. "So how's your day going, baby? Working hard on your project?"

Harry's arms were around his waist. It felt good holding him. "Trying to, just not feeling it today."

"So how about that break?" Robbie asked, tracing Harry's lips with his finger. "Whatever you want, I'm all yours." He stressed the last two words.

Harry was tempted. He wanted to be in bed with Robbie, having him at his mercy. Already he was responding.

Robbie was still in Harry's lap and felt his response. "Whoa, should I take that as a yes? Hm?" He pressed himself against him. "Or maybe we can. . .hang around here for a bit? I've never done it in an art studio before." He slid his hand under Harry's shirt.

Harry tried to get his thoughts together. He was on the verge of throwing away his entire future on what? A horny guy with a powerful father and a questionable past?

He pulled away.

Robbie sensed that all too familiar hesitation. Goddammit! Here we go again, he thought. Just when he had him, there he goes with the running. He climbed off of Harry. "What's the problem now?" he sighed as he rolled his eyes. "I'll bet it was something Zayn said, right? I heard him when I came up. Clearly he doesn't approve of us."

Harry moved to the other side of the room and tried to cool off. "Actually, Zayn brought up that situation in London with that guy."

Robbie slapped the bouquet of flowers off the table where Harry sat them. They landed at Harry's feet. Robbie's face was livid. "What does he have to do with anything?"

"Plenty. You played him and ruined him."

Robbie glared at him. "Is that what you believe?"

"That's what I know." Harry said. "You won't tell me anything else."

"Is that what you believe?" Robbie repeated.

"I don't want that happening to me," Harry said. "I don't know how many times I told you."

"You didn't answer me," Robbie moved closer. "Do you believe I could do something like that? Do you think I'd do that to you? Do you trust me?"

They stared at each other.

"I can't trust you," Harry said.

To his surprise, Harry saw Robbie's eyes fill with tears. He tried to pat him on the arm but Robbie backed up. He turned and stumbled out of the studio.