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Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Yeah, well, Harry said, speaking through the crack in the door, Most humans do sweat, it's not my problem you're like a ken doll. The unmoving hair included. What the fuck did Perry put in his hair? He took a heavy draw on the cigarette, holding the smoke in as he stared out at the city L.A. was nothing like New York. Sure, it was overpopulated and smelled bad in a similar way, but it had always felt like New York was alive, like the city itself was moving in one constantly wriggling, cheerfully homicidal mass. But there was something almost lazy about California, maybe it was the weather, the constant heat made people lazy, whereas the ball-shattering cold of a New York winter made people move around so they didn't die of hypothermia. At any rate, he couldn't blame the steady access to drugs because New York had even California beat in that regard - just, instead of risking getting capped for buying crack off the wrong guy, in California you risked being bedazzled in fabulous clothes by your dealer. He peered back through the door a second time when he heard Perry calling him like he was a faithful golden retriever on some level, Harry knew he should be insulted by being spoken to like a lap dog, but then he considered that he had been called much worse things in his lifetime. He snuffed his smoke out on a tray he kept on the balcony - he'd put it there after Perry had yelled at him for flicking them onto the ground below - and pocketed the remaining dog-ear of the cigarette. Waste not, after all New York tended to linger in a guy. Stepping back inside, he gave Perry a sideways look, One of these days you're gonna have to let me use the oven. Harry said, taking up a plate, gesturing to the oven, It's a ceramic top you can't even cause fires with those things unless you toss some butane on it. He took a serving of the spaghetti anyways he would never argue if he was being fed, but still, it wasn't like he was going to burn the place to the ground by turning on a heating element. Anyway, Harry said, I think I'm gonna go see Harmony tonight. It had been a few months since he'd seen Harmony and a few weeks since she had answered her phone to him he was pretty sure she had invested in caller I.D. Of course, she'd made it pretty clear that - they - were never going to happen they'd tried it after the whole almost-dying thing, but it had just been - - awkward. Strange. Plus she'd fucked some other guy within a week. That had kind of sucked. Yet it was Harry who looked guilty, Just gonna, you know. See how she's doing.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Perry was already in his seat at the dining table of course they had designated seating arrangements by the time Harry came in to dine. Not together though, because theyre not together. Just across from one another. He used the excuse that his mouth was full to not debate about the oven issue with the brunette, since he knew how that was going to turn out. I want to use the oven, Per! No, fuckhead, I know youll figure out a way to burn down the house. With a ceramic top? insert offended look here. Insert a long, suffering sigh and a meaningful look here. End argument for the day, due to Harrys survival instincts. . . . So instead of replying, he just chewed the sauce covered noodles and raised an eyebrow at Harry. It wasnt like he wasnt listening to the other male, but it was hard to follow Harrys conversations when he was always talking. Hadnt he heard of a quiet dinner? But there was always something that would catch Perrys attention and make the detective do a double take. Such as anything involving the name Harmony. As rough as their interactions were with one another, if it boiled down to it, Perry would have to grudgingly admit that Harry was his friend. He had taken a bullet for the dumbass, so somewhere buried deep in his subconscious, he must have thought Harry as something more than a petty thief born to be thrown into jail. He kept his features neutral as he swallowed his bite. Did she say you could come over? he asked patiently, like Harry was a child that needed permission from both sides. Besides, who said you could have the night off? Shower and then paperwork , remember? there was no such thing in the nights game plan, but it gave an excuse to keep Harry away from Harmony. They were all great friends, yet he knew that if Harry went to see Harmony alone, there was a possibility that the New Yorker was going to come back brokenhearted. Fairytale love in Los Angeles? Not fucking likely. Harry wanted destiny and fate and love made of the gold shit. Well that shit didnt exist in the West Coast. Even Perry had to come to terms with that, what with all the fucked up relationships hed been in, and on some levels, he wanted to protect his Damn, I guess I have to think of him as a friend one of these days. to protect Harry from finding out the harsh way. He didnt feel guilty for lying to Harry the first time last Christmas. He really didnt. This was just being honest.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Harry didn't look at Perry as he settled himself down in a seat, keeping his focus on the table, chewing on the inside of his cheek, It's not like it'll be the first time I've showed up unannounced, he reasoned as he poked the spaghetti around on the plate, And she hasn't been answering the phone, you know? She was avoiding him, she didn't want to talk to him she was the one who had shtupped someone else, yet he felt like he was the one who had fucked up. He'd forgiven her for it already and some pathetic part of him knew he'd probably forgive her for the next time she did it, too - and there would be a next time. There was always a next time for Harmony guys fell at her feet at age thirty-four the way they did back when she was nineteen, and with so many options, why would she choose some fuck-up New Yorker with a criminal history? He didn't tell Perry any of this. Maybe her land line has been down. For three weeks. And she doesn't know I've been trying to contact her. he added, then shrugged, taking a bite of his dinner.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Not in Los Angeles. But Perry didnt tell Harry that, because there was no need to kick the puppy when he was down. Well, too bad, Chief. I dont care if Harmonys expecting you or not, you have work to do. You know, work . The thing that pays you and lets you have a roof over your head? the sandy blonde reminded, snapping his fingers back and forth over Harrys face a few time. He shook his head and went back to his spaghetti, taking large bites and chewing thoroughly. He also doesnt tell Harry that hes seen Harmony a few times around town. Instead, van Shrike gives a sharp and narrowed eyes look to the other man, before polishing off his plate. Without another word, he puts the plate in the sink and begins to wash it itd stain the porcelain plate if he didnt. Are you done? Youre done. Go shower and get to work. he firmly ordered, wagging a finger at Harry like he was trying to train his dog if he ever had one and grabbed for the plate, whether or not Harry was actually done. Cleaning everything off and storing the leftovers, he did the dishwashing. It was only natural if he wanted his dishware last longer than the day. He placed the dishes on a rack to air dry, before drying his hands and moving towards the stairs. Perry expected Harry to follow orders. Thats how it was in his mind. And in a perfect world, he would have the perfect, obedient assistant and lackey. Sadly, he only had Harry. Even if the puppy eyes did strike a nerve in him.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

The sound of snapping brought Harry's head back to the condo and away from the memory of having his head settled against Harmony's thighs - granted, at the time he'd just been shot and she was afraid he would die, but still. It was a nice thought. God, she had great legs. Right. Yeah. Harry said, still sounding a little distant, Paperwork. It'd been almost a year that he'd had a real-honest-to-god job before Perry, he hadn't had an actual job since he was seventeen, which was around the time he'd discovered he could get more cash if he was dishonest - the guilt had only lasted for a week after the first robbery he'd pulled off. It had occurred to him that he could end up in jail because of it one day, but it had been preferrable to the alternative of continuing to live in the gutter that was his family home just him, good old dad, and dad's best friend, Jack Daniels. He'd done a few odd jobs over the years too, always just enough to get him by and always paid under the table. This was different though, working for Perry - for starters, it was legal. It was legitimate. He did taxes now. He managed to get in another forkful of pasta before the plate was taken and he glanced awkwardly at the clock on the wall, Maybe you're right. It's kind of late. Another time. he said, talking more to himself than to Perry he glanced down at himself a second time, eyeing the jeans and t-shirt, trying to uncover the source of Perry's insistence that he needed to bathe. Upon finding nothing, he shrugged and headed for the bathroom anyways, grabbing some night clothes along the way. He ignored his reflection as he stripped down and stepped under the hot spray this was another thing that had taken some getting used to - Harry's apartment back in New York rarely had hot water - the plumbing had been so defunct that most days the shower would be frigid, which was especially hellish mid-winter. Those were the days when he had practically lived off of coffee. Not that he needed the caffeine. And back in his old apartment, he'd never had the sort of shit Perry had in the shower Harry opened the shampoo bottle and sniffed it curiously - it smelled like a damn garden. As per the norm, Harry just used the cheap stuff he'd bought and soaped himself down, scrubbing himself slightly pink under the hot water. When he stepped out, he finally caught sight of himself in the mirror and grimaced he needed a shave. Inspecting himself, he noted he was getting a little thin - he'd always been spindly from running around too much and never being able to hold still, but Los Angeles had only made him more hyperactive and his time in the gym had burnt away what little body fat he'd had to spare. Harry frowned at himself, then shrugged, digging for his razor.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

I should feel guilty. Perry mentally told himself, knowing that he was trying to keep Harry and Harmony away from each other as much as he could. For completely non-selfish reasons, of course. But then, the notion of feeling guilty dissipated before it even settled. He just shrugged his shoulders at the idea of feeling guilty for that, and continued on with his night. The shower turned on in the bathroom between their rooms, indicating that Harry decided to follow his orders. He should have been specific that he was going to shower first. But instead of worrying too much about it, he just sighed in thanks that the brunette even heard a word he said, and moved to prepare for his own shower. Just silk pajamas and a large, fluffy white towel was all he needed. Perry decided that if he was going to have to wait he really needed to get a second bathroom installed he might as well do some work. It was on the way down the hall to fetch a new derringer, as the old one had been used in the last case, that he spotted the towel on the ground. The sandy blonde raised an eyebrow and moved to pick it up. There on the corner, were the initials HL. Harrys towel. And yes, he had their stuff initialized mainly so Harry didnt have any excuse why he had touched Perrys things. Not caring for formality, he turned the knob of the bathroom door, finding that it wasnt locked. Perry went right in, with the towel in his hand like an offering. Harry, you dropped your towel. Dont you notice these things, fuck-head. there had been a notable hitch in his tone and he ended it as a statement rather than a question, but he played it off as cool as he could. But fuck, did Harry have a nice ass or what? For someone who appeared scrawny and could be broken in two, the brunette has a firm body. A firm, dripping, nude body. One that was facing away from him it was how the bathroom was designed, as the mirror and sink was facing away from the door and showing him the glory He had to mentally smack himself again to stop that trail of thought. Perry didnt externally react though, despite a few glances down to the assets that he didnt realize the house dog had. I guess you havent been lazing in the gym after all. a simple statement that wasnt exactly a compliment. Perry knew what Harry did most of the time and where the other male went, mostly out of necessity if they had a job that came up unexpectedly. Yet he had always suspected that Harry went to the gym to pick up girls he really should have thought that one through or just to pretend to be macho. Sure, Harry didnt have the bulk and muscles Perry had, but it was noticeably different than he had expected. Pleasantly so.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

At the time, Harry had been frowning at the mirror, focused as he drew the razor down over copious stubble his facial hair tended to have a life of it's own, and not attending to it for even two days generally meant a struggle was inevitable. He had been concentrating so thoroughly on what he was doing that he didn't even notice Perry's reflection in the mirror - not until he spoke, anyways, and it was enough to startle Harry, causing him to jerk mid-stroke of the razor he drew in a hiss between his teeth, the white-blue shaving foam turning vaguely pink as he opened up his own skin. Shit. Harry said, glancing back to Perry, realizing he was completely naked, then repeating, Shit. It wasn't because Perry was gay really, it wasn't. It was more that, regardless of who he was standing in front of, Harry just generally didn't like being naked - because despite the hyperactivity and chattiness and the penchant for showmanship, Harry Lockhart was socially shy and being without the copious layers of his t-shirts and hoodies and baggy jeans was, frankly, mortifying. Firmly facing the sink and clutching at either side of it, Harry stared down at the faucet, Uh yeah, thanks. Harry said, grimacing as words escaped him just a little too fast, Mind just, you know, dropping it somewhere? I'll, uh, I'll get it. Of course, the next thing Perry said was cause for Harry's eyebrows to shoot up he chanced looking in the mirror and caught sight of Perry in the reflection he was standing in the doorway, holding out the towel, but Harry held fast to the sink it was bad enough that his bare ass was on display. He could feel his face burning. Cardio does wonders. He added weakly.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Harry wasnt a homophobe. He really wasnt. Because if he was, then how could he work for and live with Gay Perry ? Perry knew that. He knew it, and yet, it irked him to see how uncomfortable Harry suddenly got when Perry came in. They were guys, for fuck sake. It wasnt like he doesnt see the same junk every time he whipped it out to piss, shower or occasionally masturbate. He didnt see it much when with other partners, as itd be occupied doing other And lets not think of things like that while staring at Harry. But like the little devil inside of every gay bastards like he was, he only grinned as an idea came into his mind. Instead of just handing Harry the towel and scrambling out of the bathroom like he was embarrassed at seeing his coworker naked, he stepped fully into the bathroom. The door was given a gentle bump, so that it seemingly just swung a fraction towards closing. The lock didnt resound, but a small tig sound nearly echoed in the bathroom as the door rested an inch from fully shutting. Perry, with a neutral face, dropped the towel like Harry had asked. Thrown it really. A few feet from him, angling it just a few feet to the right of where Harry was standing. He stared and raised a neutral eyebrow at Harry in the mirrors reflection. Well, pick it up. He wondered if Harry every heard of the soap in the prison joke.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Harry barely resisted dropping his face into his hands life always had a way of fucking him over, but this was a new one. Via the reflection in the mirror, Harry was able to watch as Perry's expression transformed from being neutral, to being split by what was possibly the most ominous smile he had ever seen. At some point Harry heard the door strike lightly against it's frame, but the implications of it never occurred to him - his main focus at that moment in time was just that he was naked and there was someone else in the room. Granted, he had been naked in front of people before. Women. Usually women he'd met in bars, who he went to bed with late at night after they'd both had a couple of beers. In dark rooms. Given that sort of sexual history, Harry could never claim to be a practising Christian, but being raised in an Irish-Protestant home tended to teach a person shame, or in Harry's case, a painful case of shyness. He made eye contact with Perry after he threw the towel, both eyebrows raising, Really? He deadpanned, doing his best to ignore the way his cheeks were burning he tried to remind himself he was a grown man, not a school girl in a change room, but it didn't seem to help, Seriously? he added, just for good measure, before shifting to the right and deftly maneuvering the towel over with his foot he did his best to ignore the fact Perry was standing behind him as he plucked it up off the ground, immediately putting it around his waist and immediately grateful for it.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

The two words uttered between them were only given the same, even smile that Perry had plastered on his features. It was obvious that Harry was awkward and embarrassed, but Perry couldnt help himself. He continued to stare at the others form and waited for Harry to focus on the towel before he stepped closer. For a brief moment, Perry knew he shouldnt do this. That this was really going to put a kink and not the fun kind between their relationship and not the intimate kind. Perry and Harry had been begrudged friends since last Christmas, partners a little bit after that, and housemates a month after they started working together. Where Harry had stayed before he moved in with Perry was still a mystery to him. But the point being, he had no reason to break the somewhat domestic and peaceful atmosphere they had with one another. The less he provoked Harry, the less he had to worry about something breaking, catching on fire, or god forbid staining. He really shouldnt do this. And yet, before he even had a chance to stop himself, his hand went flying out and gave a resounding smack on now-covered bottom of his partner again, not in the gay way. The feeling of the firm, muscular bottom covered by the towel bounced under his warm palm. It was brief as his thoughts, but the sensation of the rather firm smack left his hand tingling in ways that wasnt just from the impact. Confused at why he did that, he stared down at his palm for a moment, then Harrys ass, then his hand, and then turned to leave the bathroom. Seriously he half said, half murmured, swinging the door open and then throwing over his shoulders, Im showering next, so get the fuck out. As if nothing had just occurred between them, he went to his room to get the clothes hed left there, and hoped that Harry would have half the brain it took to realize hed better move least it get awkward if Perry returned with Harry still in the bathroom.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

Whatever security had come with having part of himself covered by the towel was quickly dissapated by what happened next with his focus solely on keeping his private parts private, he hadn't been aware of Perry sliding closer and had understandably been completely unprepared to get slapped on the ass . Perry's palm was wide and it impacted hard enough that the connection made a clapping noise Harry let out a yelp of surprise, back stiffening, What the - Harry began, completely bewildered, as though the gayness of the situation had only just occurred to him - but Perry was so casual about it that Harry found himself questioning if the contact had actually even occurred. He stared after Perry as he exited the bathroom, eyes wide, face dripping water and shaving foam and a little blood as he clutched the towel protectively around his waist he ended up going to his room like that, deciding he could finish shaving later. Dressed. Closing the bedroom door behind himself, he dropped the towel just long enough to glance back at his rear and, yes, there was a palm-sized pink mark that was gradually fading away. Perry Van Shrike had slapped his ass. Pulling on a pair of loose black track pants and yanking on a t-shirt, it occurred to Harry that it probably wasn't the weirdest thing Perry had ever done, especially given his warped sense of humour, but he was pretty sure there was some sort of rule about not spanking your partner's - the not gay kind - ass. Harry didn't know what to do with himself at that point he ended up in his default state, which meant smoking on the balcony and trying his damndest to pretend it hadn't happened.
Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

What the fuck just happened? Seriously, what just happened? Perry continued to ask himself that over and over as he grabbed for his clothes and went to the bathroom on autopilot. In fact, he was like that the entire time he took his shower, only noting briefly that he was glad Harry had the decent grace to leave the bathroom so they didnt have to deal with something like confrontation about the ass-smacking so soon. As he felt the warm water drizzle over his body, trickling down the firm muscles and flesh, he thought about why he had done that. No answers came up, but only the strange fixation on how nice it had felt, and how cute Harry had looked before and after the said incident. Cute. That was right. Perry van Shrike thought Harry Lockhart was cute. God, how gay could he sound? Perry mentally groaned at thinking that, wondering why in the world he was feeling a beginning attraction towards his housemate. Harry was a trap for bad luck and nothing but heartache. He knew it, because the brunette was fixed on one thing only. Harmony. Well, most of the time. Other times, he really didnt know what went on in that airhead. But the fact of the matter was, he was attracted to Harrys body, and Harry was straight. Im fucking crazy he murmured to himself, tilting his head back to allow the spray of water to wash his hair and scrub away the suds there. On further thought, he was almost convinced that his slight attraction to his work partner was probably just a mixture of body appriciation and loneliness. Seriously, when was the last time he brought home another man and fucked? That was it, he decided. Turning off the water and drying himself, he didnt even think to speak to Harry before he went into his own room and as quick as he could, got to bed. He was resolved at what he was going to do though. He needed to clear his mind off of Harry, because Harry wasnt really what was bothering him. At least, not in this aspect, but in others, Harry always bothered him. In this context, he knew that he probably just needed a good fuck. So as he fell asleep, his hair still wet and the towel thrown into the hamper, Perry made a mental note to flirt with someone at the party of a past client that they were invited to tomorrow. The so called paperwork was completely forgotten about.