A strange warmth was flowing through him. Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt anything like this.

Harry was staring into Robbie's face that was hovering over his. He swallowed hard . "You promised you'd be good." he managed to croak out.

Robbie had a mischievous smirk on his face. "Oh, I am good, I can promise you that," His hand slid down to the belt buckle on Harry's pants. "And if you say yes, I'll show you." He leaned in for a kiss.

"I can't do this." Harry sat up so suddenly that Robbie fell onto his side.

"Excuse me?" Robbie looked surprised.

"I'm sorry," Harry looked around for his shirt. "I can't do this, this isn't right."

Robbie's eyes dropped to the area below Harry's belt. "Are you sure? Maybe you should tell that to your body."

Harry looked down at his swollen crotch. He rushed over to the closet and found a large pullover sweater. "Look," he pulled the sweater over his hips, making sure it covered everything. "we really shouldn't be doing this. You're my boss's kid--"

"I'm not a kid," Robbie snapped. "This is between you and me, my father has nothing to do with this."

Harry looked at Robbie leaning back on his bed, shirt off, staring at him. Damn, he looked hot, which wasn't helping. He needed to get it together. "What's your deal anyway?" he said. "Why are you after me? Is all of this just a game to you or what?"

Robbie shook his head. "Oh wow," he said. "Clueless much? In case you didn't get the memo, I like you. I want you. And I know you want me too."

Harry didn't know what to say to that.

"What?" Robbie sat up, looking exasperated. "What is the problem? What's wrong with two grown men having some fun? There's nothing wrong with me. I'm clean, disease free. I'm cute, easygoing, sexy--"

"Humble."

"I like a good time as much as the next guy," Robbie went on. "Why not me? What's the bloody problem?"

Harry plopped on the bed, careful not to sit too close to Robbie. "You seem like a nice enough kid, guy. But when you father told me to look after you, I'm sure he hadn't meant that sex was part of the deal."

"He doesn't need to know. It's none of his business anyway. I don't tell him about my sex life."

"Look, I don't need this kind of involvement. It's only going to be trouble later on."

"Oh, well excuse me." Robbie grabbed his shirt and threw it on. "I get it, loud and clear. Don't mean to be a troublemaker." He pulled on his shoes. "I sure would like to meet my competition. He must be one hell of a guy."

"I think you should leave."

"Leave? Are you serious?"

"I think we should just keep it friendly," Harry said. "Your father just wants me to keep an eye on you in the city, let's leave it at that. I'm sure he wouldn't approve of this anyway."

Robbie just stared at Harry in disbelief. Clearly he looked like a kid used to getting his own way. "What?"

"You know what, I'll leave," Harry grabbed his coat and headed to the door. "I have to get back to the studio, close up behind you." He was gone.

Robbie sat there dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? He practically threw himself at Harry, they were this close to sleeping together, Robbie even used some of his best moves, and that bloody fool shot him down! What was going on with him? If he hadn't liked Harry so much he'd strangle him. So frustrating!

Robbie plopped back on Harry's bed. He was still horny as hell. He could smell Harry's scent all over the bed, which wasn't helping his control. Eyes closed, he found himself fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. He slid his hand inside. ..

The phone rang suddenly, and he thought he was going to jump out of his skin. Jesus! Clearly someone in the universe didn't want him to get any today. Robbie sat up. It was the cell in his pocket. Robbie pulled it out and found his father's name on the screen.

"Hello, Father."

"Hello, Robert. I thought I'd check on you. How are you getting situated?"

"Just fine, no problems."

"How's Harry been treating you?"

"Funny you should ask."

Harry raced back to the studio and for the next several hours he threw himself into his art project. He did everything to distract himself from these new feelings that kept coming to the surface.

Finally he gave up and took a break. He realized that he had no choice but to admit it to himself that he was growing attracted to Robbie and that he could no longer run from it.

Someone knocked on the door. "Come on in." Harry said, thinking it was a classmate needing something from the supply closet.

To his surprise, his boss Mr. Kay entered the studio. He rarely visits the studio unless it was important. Harry quickly stood. "Hello, sir."

"Hello, Harry," Mr. Kay said. "How's the project coming along?" He stepped towards it.

"It's going great, I've been able to get a lot done today."

"So I see," Mr. Kay was examining the project closely. "And how are things going with Robert?"

"They're good." Harry didn't like where this was going. Did Robbie say something to him?

"I just got off the phone with him," Kay was still looking over the painting. "He had plenty to say about you."

Shit, Harry thought. What did that spoiled brat tell him? "Daddy, Harry made a pass at poor innocent me," he imagined Robbie whining to his father. "You're fired and you're ruined." Kay would tell him. That damn kid!

"Uh, what did he say?" Harry asked with a sinking feeling in his gut, expecting the worst. Let's see how long it'll be before he does another favor for anybody, he thought. He felt like a fool that had been set up.

Kay looked directly at him. "Only good things, I can assure you. He said you've been great, only that you've been too busy to show him around the city."

"You know, they have tour guides--"

"I'm aware of the tours in Chicago. Robbie prefers you. He likes you."

I bet he does, Harry thought.

"I'll tell you what, I'll let you have next Saturday off," the boss said. "You can take Robbie around, show him the sights he's been dying to see. He'll love that." As Kay left, he said. "I'd consider it a personal favor. And I never forget a favor."

"Yes sir."

The boss was gone. Harry couldn't believe it. Babysitting on his own time. He still had his upcoming exams to study for, plus he planned to put some time in on his project.

If he refused, he was fired.

If he agreed, he had to deal with a horny guy that could get him fired.

Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

That kid Robbie was ruining his life!

Harry raced back to his apartment, fuming all the way. This was not in his job description. All he was trying to do was pay for his education. He was better off flipping burgers. At least he could do what he wanted on his own time.

Harry paused outside Robbie's door. He could hear him laughing at some TV show. Harry hesitated. He wasn't comfortable seeing Robbie face to face. That guy seemed to have him under some weird spell.

Harry went into his own apartment and dialed Robbie's number.

"Hey," Robbie was laughing. "You wouldn't believe these American shows. Ever watch Seinfeld? So funny."

"Uh huh, we need to talk--"

"They're having this contest to see how long they can go without wanking off, have you seen it?"

Who hadn't, Harry thought. "Robbie, what did you tell your father--"

"Personally," Robbie said. "I would lose in less than an hour. I don't know how they could hold out that long. I'd be cheating left and right. Get it, left and right? Heh heh."

"Okay, changing the subject," The last thing Harry wanted to talk about with Robbie was masturbation. "Did you tell your father about what we did earlier? You know?"

"About what?" Robbie said oh so innocent like.

"Cut the crap," Harry hissed. "You know what."

"Oh, you mean what happened today? When you chased me out of the studio causing me to fall and hurt my leg?"

"You took my damn necklace. And your leg only had a small cut."

"How about when I gave you a nice massage," Robbie said. "and you gave me the hard-on from hell? "

"You started it when you kissed me, you little brat."

"You took your shirt off, you tease."

"You told me to when you were massaging me, and you said you'd behave, you fucking pain in the ass."

"Oh well, you win."

"What did you tell your father?"

"Relax," Robbie said. "It's our little secret."

Harry sat down He was somewhat relieved, but could he trust him? "Listen," he said firmly. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to be hooking up like that. Your father's a strict man and I know he wouldn't approve. Let's just be mates, okay?"

There was a long silence on the other end, then Robbie sighed. "Fine, I guess I'll have to settle for that then."

"We can still hang out next Saturday," Harry said. "Your father said I should show you around the city."

"Sure, looking forward to it."

"See you then." Harry hung up.

Robbie lay there frowning. He tossed his cell aside. That damn Harry was really making him work for it. Maybe he should just give up and move on to someone else. Harry's friend Zayn was cute, maybe he should strike up something with him. Or someone else. There were plenty of guys out there who would gladly hook up with him.

One problem: Robbie wanted Harry. And Robbie always got what he wanted.

Okay, so Harry was going to be a challenge. That could be fun.

Let's play.

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