It was craziness, absolute madness, both men thought. They couldn't believe they were going to do this.

Robbie loved his fiancee.

Harry swore he wouldn't get involved with another taken man.

Yet they wanted each other.

Harry took Robbie's hand and led him to a black Mustang. Cool, Robbie thought. He loved Mustangs, he had a red one himself.

"Hey," Robbie said as soon as Harry climbed in behind the wheel. "What does the S stand for?"

"What?"

"Your name. Is it Smith, Stern?"

"Try Styles."

"Ohh, Styles, that's it." Robbie nodded. "I wouldn't have guessed that."

Harry glanced at him with a smirk. "How did you know my last name started with an S?"

"Uhh, crap," Robbie blushed. "Just a little online research."

"Stalk much?"

"Shut up, so did you." They laughed.

Harry lived in a large condo a few blocks away from the club. Inside the place looked casual but nice. Robbie looked around. The design seemed to fit Harry's free spirit personality. He was impressed. He turned and saw a large portrait on the wall.

"Is that you?" Robbie pointed at the portrait of a nude man.

Harry moved to his side. "Yeah, that's me. A friend did that about two years ago."

Robbie stared at the painting. He loved everything about it, from the tattoos to the man bun. "So who's the friend that did it?" He tried to sound a casual as possible. "He must be really close."

Harry watched him with a slight smirk. "Jealous?"

Robbie scoffed. "No, no. I was just curious. That's a very provocative picture, you can't let anyone take it.

Harry pulled Robbie closer. They kissed for a moment, slowly, enjoying each other. Once again Robbie's feelings took over and he pushed Harry to the nearest couch.

"Whoa," Harry was surprised. "For someone who's never been with another man you sure are aggressive."

"I can't help it," Robbie was leaning over him, kissing his cheek. "I want this."

Harry lay there looking up at him. "Would you even know how to satisfy a man?"

Robbie sat up. "It's not that hard, no pun intended. It's no different from pleasuring a woman."

"Yeah but we guys don't have G spots and clits."

"I'm aware, thank you." Robbie was suddenly unsure of what to do next. Harry was right. He wouldn't know the first thing about making love to a guy. He had seen a couple of pornos but that didn't qualify him as an A student.

Harry pulled Robbie by the shirt and placed his lips on Robbie's. They continued kissing and holding each other. Robbie was amazed at how natural this felt, not strange or abnormal like the old man said. He brushed Harry's long hair from his face and kissed him again, their tongues sliding across each other's. He was so loving this, he could do it all day and night, just kiss. Without a worry in the world.

Harry was also into it. For a newbie Robbie definitely aimed to please. Harry loved the way Robbie kissed and bit the side of his neck. This guy would be an amazing lover, he was a giver.

Then his phone beeped, startling them both.

Harry pulled away and reached in his back pocket for his phone.

"Who's that?" Robbie groaned, running a hand through his own hair. "Tell them to get lost."

"It's the club," Harry stood up. "I have to take this."

Robbie watched as Harry moved to the other side of the room as he talked business. He sighed and fell back against the couch. His feelings were out of control, now bordering on frustration. Get it together, man.

He checked his own phone and saw that Emma had texted him twice. Immediately he felt that sting of guilt. He shouldn't be doing this to her. This was so confusing. He loved Emma, yet he wanted Harry. Pick one, dumbass.

Robbie looked up at the nude picture of Harry on the wall and completely forgot about Emma. That body though, he thought.

Harry returned to the living room. "I have to go back to the club." He said. "There's some issues there I have to tend to."

Robbie felt disappointed. "Oh, okay."

Harry grabbed Robbie's hands and pulled him up, then held him. "I was thinking that maybe we can pick this up again later in the week? How about it?"

"Yeah, works for me." Robbie was enjoying the closeness, feeling Harry's body heat and hard muscles. Damn!

"I don't know what it is," Harry said, his hands sliding along Robbie's back. "But there's something about you."

"There's something about you too," Robbie enjoyed his touch. "Are you sure we can't just. . .do something?"

Harry looked him up and down with a slight leer. "I think we'd better save some for later. Plenty of time for that. In the meantime. . ." Harry went to another room and returned with a DVD. "Here, homework."

"What's that?"

"An old sex tape I made with an old partner," Harry said. "If you want to learn how to satisfy me, watch this. Feel free to take notes."

"Seriously?" Robbie looked at the disk. Damn, a sex tape with Harry, that was gold. "I'll study this hard, pun intended this time."

"I bet you will." Harry gave him another kiss. "I'll call you later with the details for our next meeting. Enjoy."

Robbie started to pull away but Harry held his hand. "What?"

"One more thing," Harry said. "If I don't hear from you, I understand. I'm going to assume that you changed your mind about us. With a lady like Emma, I wouldn't blame you."

Robbie thought about that as he went to meet Emma to pick out China. He had the perfect chance to back out on cheating on her. What was he doing?

"Hey, sweetie." Emma said as she slid in the car beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

They went to several shops looking for the right china plates for their wedding. Robbie let Emma take the lead as she examined each one closely. He was a lucky man. He had a good woman, he should not be doing this to her.

"What do you think, baby?" Emma asked as she held up a dish with an unusual looking pattern on it.

Robbie snapped out of his thoughts and focused on her. "It looks great, Princess. Anything you want."

"That's why I love you." Emma smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "Anything I want, I love it."

They had an early dinner at their favorite restaurant, then went home. While Robbie was changing his clothes, the disk fell out of his pocket. Harry's sex tape. He had forgotten he had this.

Robbie picked it up and looked at it for a moment. He should send it back to the club with a message saying that he changed his mind. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to look at it first, he thought. Just out of curiosity.

Taking his laptop, Robbie went to the other bathroom far from their bedroom and Emma. He locked the door, sat on the floor and put the DVD in.

Right away Harry appeared on the screen. Up close as he adjusted the camera. Robbie had to admit he loved Harry's bright green eyes. His hair wasn't quite as long then but it still hung over his ears.

Harry moved to another guy standing nearby. They looked at the camera for a minute before kissing each other, lightly at first then harder. The guy took Harry's shirt and pulled it over his head before kissing his chest.

Robbie sat there absorbed. Harry had a lot of tattoos across his chest and arms. He could see a butterfly and a ship among them. He also noticed how shapely his body was. Good muscle tone.

Little by little they removed each other's clothing between kisses. The guy kissed Harry's neck, causing him to throw back his head and moan. Then the guy moved down to his knees.

Robbie was now hypnotized. The guy removed Harry's shorts. Robbie got a brief glimpse of him before he disappeared in the guy's mouth. Harry was so huge! Robbie couldn't believe it. How did this guy handle it? Could he handle it?

They were now on the bed. Robbie's vision grew blurry. The scene was making him so unbelievably aroused. Without even thinking he reached into his shorts and began touching himself. His breathing grew shallow as he beat himself to an intense climax.

Robbie sat gasping against the door. He could literally feel his heart pounding. That was the best ever, he thought. He looked at the screen. Harry and the man were now into it, bouncing on the bed against each other.

Robbie closed his laptop. He pulled out his phone and sent Harry a two word text:. I'm in.