This was insanity.

Sweet, intoxicating insanity that blew his mind.

Harry was in the pool with Robbie, who had just given him a taste of his talents. He wanted some more.

"How about it?" Robbie asked, holding onto him. "You want to break the ice here or in bed? I'm good either way."

Harry's past experiences never involved a pool, and he wasn't adventurous enough to start now. For all he knew, the boss probably had a hidden camera in this room. "Bed." he managed to croak out.

Robbie kissed his lips. "My room it is."

They dried off and retrieved their pajamas. Then taking Harry by the hand Robbie led him down a long hallway into one of the rooms. He locked the door behind him.

Harry looked around. The room looked very fancy, with expensive well designed furniture. In the center on the far wall was a large brass bed.

Their bed. He felt like he was in a dream.

Robbie moved in front of Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Do you want me?" he asked.

Harry licked his lips. "We're here, aren't we?"

"I want to hear you say it," Robbie whispered as he looked Harry in the eye. "Do you want me? Tell me."

"Yes," Harry said the very thing he had been feeling since the day he met this guy. "I want you, I want you now."

"Good."

They kissed for a while, then Robbie removed Harry's pajama shirt, pulling it over his head. He knelt down and peeled off the bottoms. Harry stepped out of them.

Robbie stared at him, admiring his body before he removed his own pajamas. They kissed some more, then Robbie led Harry to his bed.

Everything seemed like a blur as Harry took him in his arms. He kissed Robbie everywhere , noticing his reactions as he moaned and squirmed. "God, Harry." he groaned as he dug his nails in Harry's back.

Harry's hands moved along Robbie's smooth skin, feeling the firm muscles, watching the goosebumps appear when Robbie shivered at his touch.

Then Harry found the scar he had seen earlier at the apartment. It was on Robbie's left side and it was as long as his hand. It seemed to stand out against his pale skin.

"Don't!" Robbie grabbed his hand. "Don't touch that, please." His eyes were wide with alarm. "Please, just don't." He sat up. Harry sat up and put an arm around him.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "How did you get that?"

Robbie held Harry's face in his hands. "Listen," he whispered. "You can do whatever you want, and I'll do whatever you like. All I ask is that you don't hurt me. Ever. Promise?"

Harry was surprised at Robbie's serious manner. "Sure, I promise."

Robbie placed kisses all over his face. They lay back down on their sides embracing each other, enjoying the skin on skin contact. Robbie was so excited he couldn't bear it. He wanted to devour Harry, be ravished by him. He touched and kissed him everywhere, nearly losing control. He couldn't get enough.

Harry rolled Robbie onto his back and returned the favor by kissing him everywhere, moving from his neck down to his chest. He moved lower, taking Robbie's member in his mouth eagerly. He felt Robbie's fingers tangle in his hair as he arched his back and bucked his hips.

Gasping, he pulled Harry up. "Wanna take the lead?" He handed Harry a foil packet from the night table. "I'm all yours."

As they moved together, Harry was amazed at how intense the pleasure was, like nothing he had ever experienced, not even with Liam. He watched Robbie's head rolling from side to side, face flushed, mouth open. He could tell the guy was feeling the same way.

When Harry sensed that Robbie was about to scream, he held his hand over his mouth and moved faster and harder. Robbie's moans were muffled beneath his hand. His eyes rolled up as he grabbed handfuls of the sheets. Harry buried his face in Robbie's neck and they tensed and shuddered while exploding.

Later, they lay together in a sweaty, gasping pile of tangled limbs.

"Are you all right?" Robbie asked, touching Harry's face, brushing aside his wet curls.

"Yeah, are you?" Earlier Harry had gotten wild and out of control yet Robbie was able to take it.

"Don't worry about me," Robbie said as he stroked Harry's chest. "It's not exactly my first time you know. Heh heh."

Harry held Robbie in his arms. He couldn't remember feeling this good. "This is so crazy," he shook his head. "I can't believe this is happening."

Robbie nuzzled him. "Believe it. I've wanted this since I first saw you at the airport."

"Really?"

"And I always get what I want."

"Seriously?"

"Always." Robbie leaned over and kissed him. "Ready for another round?"

"You're insatiable."

"Always."

The house was quiet.

The bed was still.

Their arms were wrapped around each other, their legs were entwined.

Robbie's head was nestled in Harry's neck.

Harry's head was lying against Robbie's.

They were in a deep and restful sleep, the sleep of total satisfaction.

A sleep without dreams, where you felt weightless and floating.

One that neither has experienced in a long time.

And the city went on.

Robbie stood by the window and watched as his father climbed into one of his cars. He was on his cell as the driver held the door open. It was still very early in the morning. The old man must have another one of his busy days. What else was new?

Robbie turned away from the window and looked toward his bed. Harry was snuggled among the covers fast asleep.

Smiling, Robbie slid under the covers and lay close to Harry. He touched Harry's face, brushing the soft curls from his eyes. He stayed asleep. He must be exhausted. And no wonder, Robbie chuckled to himself, they were pretty busy last night. Harry didn't hold anything back. He was out of control and Robbie savored every minute of it. He knew Harry would be amazing but damn! Harry was the best he ever had.

Robbie held him close. Harry really made him work for it but it was well worth it. At last Harry was his.

Then Robbie remembered something.

He quietly slid out of bed and threw on some jeans and a T shirt. Then he tiptoed out of the room and went out to the driveway where Harry's car had stalled.

Robbie popped open the hood of the car and replaced the whatchamacallit that was responsible for starting the car. He wasn't a mechanical genius, just a useful little trick he learned from that bastard from his past. The one good thing about that relationship.

Sometimes a little deception went a long way.

Harry needed the encouragement anyway. Everything else had failed.

Robbie returned to his bedroom, undressed and snuggled next to his prize, a still sleeping Harry. Everything was all good, he thought.

As long as Harry didn't know about London.