"Ow!"

"Hold on, we're almost there."

"Geez, it hurts. Ow."

"Damn, you're heavy."

Robbie's arm was around Harry as he helped him up the stairs in their apartment building.

"I'd better take you to my place," Harry said as they stopped at his door. "It's closer." He opened the door and they hobbled in.

"You don't lock your door?" Robbie was surprised. He might be new to Chicago but he knew enough to keep his door locked.

"I was in a rush this morning," Harry said as they limped to the sofa. "I forgot. It's not like I have anything worth stealing anyway."

They plopped down on the sofa. Harry unwrapped the rag he tied around Robbie's leg and examined the wound. The bleeding had eased up, revealing only a small gash that didn't need stitches.

"It's not that bad," Harry said. "Are you sure you don't want a nurse to look at it?"

"Positive."

With bandages and hydrogen peroxide, Harry tended to the leg.

"Jesus!" Robbie winced in pain. "That burns like hell!"

"Yeah, well, I bet it wouldn't have happened if you'd given back my necklace."

"You aren't angry are you? I was only playing."

"No," Harry finished up the task. "No big deal. Maybe you should look out before running into any more trash cans."

"Lesson learned, professor."

Harry sat back on the sofa. "The leg looks alright, I guess you'll live."

Since the sofa was small, the men had to sit close to each other, so close they felt the other's body heat. Robbie realized he was still clutching the necklace and he placed it around Harry's neck.

"Thank you." Harry put his head back and sighed. He felt exhausted.

"Are you tired?" Robbie asked. "It's no wonder, you were tossing and turning all last night. You're not getting proper rest."

"How do you know--oh, right." Harry forgot about the thin walls. Robbie was right. As hard as he worked during the day, he found himself tossing at night. He couldn't understand why.

Robbie was touching Harry's neck and shoulder. "Look at that," he poked and squeezed. "You are so tense. Do you know you have a huge knot right here? You need to relax."

"I've got a lot on my plate these days." Harry said.

Robbie's hand continued to move around his back. "When was the last time you had a good massage?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, a while I guess."

"Then you need to let me give you one," Robbie said. "I've been told I give the best massage in London. Come on, what do you say?"

Harry looked at him doubtfully. He suspected that Robbie may be up to something wicked. "I should get back to the studio--"

"Aw, come on," Robbie begged. "it won't take that long, I promise. Please? I just want to make you feel really good."

Was it him or did Harry just detect a double meaning in that sentence? Just what was Robbie's deal? Robbie had a small smile on his face, eyebrows raised as he waited for an answer. He seemed harmless. But then again, so did the serpent in the garden of Eden.

"I don't know if I can trust you," Harry said.

"I'll be good, I promise. Come on, how about it?"

"Okay," Against his better judgement Harry relented. "What the hell, I could use a massage."

Yes! Robbie thought. "Okay, then." he said casually. "Where do you want it, here or the bedroom?"

Harry didn't miss that double meaning."Here's good." He turned around, allowing Robbie to massage his shoulders and neck. Immediately he could feel the muscles loosen up. Robbie wasn't kidding, he was every bit as good as he said.

"How's that?" Robbie asked, squeezing the area near his shoulder blades.

"Oh, that's great." Harry sighed.

"Want me to do your entire back?"

Harry didn't want to stop. "Sure."

"You should take your shirt off and lie down," Robbie said. "It'll be easier if you were on a bed or floor."

Harry shouldn't. This wasn't right. However, Robbie was only massaging him, nothing more. And he really needed it. His back had been killing him. A good massage will take care of that.

"Okay, let's go to my room." he agreed.

They went into Harry's bedroom. Harry removed his shirt and lay on his stomach across the bed. He rested his head on his arms. He could feel Robbie leaning over him, then again felt those magic hands as they kneaded and squeezed the tension out of his tight muscles. He was beginning to feel so light and relaxed. Robbie was doing an amazing job. Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt this good.

Robbie straddled him and continued massaging, moving lower and lower. Harry didn't resist. This was killing Robbie. From the second Harry removed his shirt, Robbie had been trying hard to keep his cool. To be this close to him, feeling his hard body and his heat was torture. Harry's back was muscular, his chest broad and his ass was perfection.

Meanwhile Harry was drifting away on a cloud of peace. Aaaah, he felt terrific.

Then he felt it, a pair of lips on his shoulder blade, followed by a pair on the back of his neck. Again and again.

Harry's eyes flew open. Robbie was kissing him all over his shoulders and back, while his hands began caressing him. What was happening?

Robbie was enjoying himself. He had Harry half naked on his stomach beneath him, at his mercy. It didn't get any better than this! Robbie's lips moved along Harry's warm flesh, he could feel his breath bouncing off of the skin.

Harry just lay there, letting Robbie place little kisses all over his back. He didn't know what to do. Should he stop him? And why? He hadn't felt this good in so long.

Then Robbie moved his tongue slowly along his spine sending shivers throughout Harry's body. Harry grabbed the covers. Ohhh! He found himself squirming.

Robbie smiled to himself as he tasted Harry's flesh. He loved seeing Harry's reactions. If he got like this just from a kiss, imagine how he'd be if there was more. Robbie sat up and removed his own shirt. He tossed it in the corner, then continued kissing and touching Harry.

Harry felt Robbie lying gently on top, felt his skin on his back. Harry could also feel Robbie's hardness on the back of his thigh. He could hear Robbie's breath racing as fast as his own, felt it against the side of his neck as Robbie kissed it.

"You're so hot," Robbie whispered in his ear. "Do you wanna keep going?" He licked Harry's ear. Robbie hoped and prayed that Harry would say yes. He was so excited that he couldn't stand it.

At this point Harry was so turned on. Strange tingling feelings that had been buried for so long, now awake and burning. He wanted this, he wanted Robbie. He turned around and looked up. Robbie was smiling over him, sliding his fingers in Harry's hair. He leaned closer.

Then Harry remembered.

Robbie was the son of the boss.

Should he or shouldn't he?

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