Harry was lying on a beach under a beach towel. The sky was at its bluest and all he felt was peace. So lovely.

Suddenly out of nowhere Robbie pounced down next to him. He leaned over and was kissing him. Harry was getting into it. So good.

Then Robbie's hands wandered into the dangerous zones. . .

Harry woke up suddenly in a sweat, clutching his chest. Dammit, that kid was even in his dreams. Hard to believe that his ex was completely out of his mind. Robbie was everywhere. And being the boss's son didn't help matters at all. The kid was trouble.

Harry did his best to steer clear of Robbie. After what Zayn had told him, he did not need that kind of trouble. He worked too hard to have it all thrown away over some spoiled rich kid. It took a lot to stay away.

Yet he couldn't get that kiss out of his mind. It was intoxicating. He could still feel Robbie's silky lips pressing against his own, his tongue sliding in and out, arousing every nerve in his body.

He was not going to think about that. No, no, no. Put it out of your mind, man, get it together he told himself.

A few days later Harry was coming out of a night class when he saw Robbie talking to another guy in the distance. What was Robbie doing on campus he wondered. Not like he cared anyway, he was just curious.

He saw Robbie glance his way, then he lunged toward the other guy and kissed him full on the lips.

Harry stood there and watched as Robbie threw his arms around the guy, pressing his body against his while their lips locked. As Harry walked past them on the way to the parking lot, he noticed that the other guy's hand was on Robbie's butt.

Harry went straight home. After a quick shower he realized that he was way behind on his laundry. He decided to sleep in the nude. He'll try to squeeze laundry in tomorrow, maybe.

As he lay there, Harry's thoughts drifted once again to Robbie. That kid was unbelievable. Just a week ago Robbie was kissing him, now he's moved on to somebody else. Well good. Problem solved. Maybe that kid will find another victim. Best of luck to the next idiot.

Meanwhile Robbie was sitting alone in a bar nursing a beer. After turning down several prospects he was finally left along with his thoughts.

He had sent the other guy away earlier. The guy was just somebody Robbie had met at a coffee shop. He had dragged the guy to Harry's school with the intention of making Harry jealous.

As soon as Harry came out of class Robbie kissed the other guy. Unfortunately the other guy had breath so incredibly bad that Robbie thought he was going to vomit all over him.

Somehow he held on anyway in the hopes that Harry would turn green with jealousy, march over and claim his prize. See what I go through for you, Harry?

Instead Harry left without saying a word.

Robbie was very disappointed. Again. He had thought that after the kiss he and Harry had shared last week they would be closer. Maybe take things to the next level.

What really happened was that Harry cooled off. He ignored all of Robbie's texts, he stayed away from the apartment. And when Robbie tried to drop by the art studio he was told that Harry was out. What was that all about?

He should forget about Harry's ass.

Harry kissed him back. He wanted it.

Son of a bitch.

Robbie left the bar and headed home. Along the way he stopped at an all night grocery store. On impulse he bought some flowers to give to Harry. Maybe they could just be friends like he suggested. He'll take what he can get.

Robbie went straight into Harry's apartment without knocking. He knew Harry pulled all nighters. He hoped Harry wasn't angry and that he hadn't blown it with him.

The lights were out. "Harry?" he whispered.

He sat the flowers on the table and tiptoed to the bedroom.

Robbie saw that Harry was in bed, stretched out on his stomach, snoring lightly against his pillow. From the light outside the window Robbie could see that Harry was naked.

He was rooted to the spot, gulping at the sight. Harry had kicked off his covers, they were tangled along his legs. His body was muscular with a lot of tattoos. Robbie's weakness. There was something about tattoos, dangerous and sexy. In the shadows he could see the outline of his hips.

Robbie's throat tightened. Damn, he knew that Harry would be amazing. What he'd give to see the rest!

Careful not to wake Harry, Robbie left for his own place. In a daze he removed his clothes and tossed them wherever. Like Harry he lay naked in his own bed, hugging his body pillow close. The cool sheets felt good against his warm skin.

Robbie's mouth went dry. Harry's nude body was burned in his mind. It caused a tingling sensation in the center of his body that soon became a nagging desperate ache.

Robbie turned on his side, still holding the pillow. In his imagination the pillow became Harry who was holding him in his strong arms.

Fantasy Harry looked down into his eyes, then kissed his forehead before moving down to his lips. Robbie's hand and fingers became Harry's as they slid through his hair and across his face, slipping into his mouth.

Robbie stretched out on his back, eyes closed. He gave himself to Harry's attentions as his hands moved over his lips, then across his chest and thighs. When Harry's hand touched him there a jolt went right through Robbie's body causing him to gasp. The hand held on, moving up and down.

The noise brought the real Harry out of a deep sleep. He was aware of strange thumping sounds from behind the wall near his head board. He sat up. The noises were from Robbie's bedroom. The thumps were muffled but in a steady rhythm along with moaning and gasping.

Harry realized that those were sounds of someone having sex. Robbie must have brought that guy home and they were doing it right now. Even though he only heard Robbie it sounded like they were having a good time as the thumps got faster.

Harry lay back on the bed and tried to go back to sleep. It was impossible, he hand no choice but to listen to Robbie screwing his brains out. Clearly that kid wasted no time in moving on.

Good.

Fine.

Maybe now Robbie will finally leave him alone.

He dodged a huge bullet anyway. That kid would be nothing but trouble.

Harry heard Robbie let out several loud moans before the noise finally stopped. He thought he heard some whispering, then all was quiet. Good!

Relaxed, Robbie turned on his side hugging Fantasy Harry close, caressing his chest.

"That was amazing," he whispered. "I loved that."

Harry held him close and kissed him. "Get some sleep, babe."

"Okay, baby. Goodnight." Robbie whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile the real Harry lay awake kicking at his covers, trying to forget everything he just heard.

For once his ex was far from his mind.