Thread: Cheap Paperbacks (KittenxSeven)

At some point between here and there and he means between getting out of the car and closing the door really Perry van Shrike had to come to terms that no idea no matter how sane and safe it sounded at the time would be a good idea when Harry was involved. Seriously, he couldnt leave the man alone for more than five minutes before something illogical happened. The fuckhead was just a magnet for crap that would end up with more than checks being written out or a migraine at the end of the day. For a good minute, he had stared at Harry once he got out of the car, observing the other male to make sure that nothing was going to spontaneously burst into flames. He wouldnt put it pass it happening. Once he was sure that things were as safe as he could leave it, he turned and went to meet with the client. Just ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. Dear god, dont let Harry find a way to unlock the door and get loose. It was like keeping a dog, really. So when it reached the ten minute mark with the fucker talking on and on about how he should have realized what was going on, how things could have turned out differently really?, Perry was plastering on his Im going to be polite, he most likely will be a returning customer smile. Someone up there finally gave him a break though, and with a polite wave, he slinked out of the place and back to the car as fast as he could. The blonde checked his expensive, diamond encrusted watch a gift to himself a few weeks earlier. Twenty minutes. And Harry was still in the car, and his car was still in tact. The night was going fabulous. As gay as the brunette would have told him that sounded. Unlocking the door and climbing in, he sat on his phone and quickly shifted to pick it up. Did you touch it? that was a stupid question. Did Harry even know how to use this thing? Never mind. he interjected before the other male had a chance to response. Putting the car into drive after turning it on, he nearly sped out of the driveway and onto the street. The night was wearing down on his nerves and he had plenty of paperwork to do. He was also expecting a few clients to call him by the end of the night. Completely ignoring the sidekick in the passenger seat, he drove home without a word and ABBA playing in the background. Still wordlessly and rather calmly, Perry made his way towards the door. He expected Harry would be following him, since they did live together still. Hed have to check his sanity on why he still allowed that. Multitasking, he was trying to open the door and check his phone at the same time. In sequence, the door clicked open and gently eased away from him, his phone light flashed on at the press of a button, and the neighbors woke up from the rather common disturbance. HARRY, YOU IDIOT. Common. So they turned back off the lights and went back to bed. You touched my fucking phone! without walking into the house just yet, he turned to face the other man and nearly shoved his phone into the others face. There were oil marks on the surface, he could see it. Sweat marks that naturally formed if someone pressed their cheek against the phone while talking. He fucking hated that and always made sure keep the phone at least a centimeter away from his cheek when in use. What the fuck were you thinking? Didnt we go through this last week? even though his voice was still annoyed, it was much quieter and more incredulous than anything. How many times did he have to teach Harry something until he got it?