Fallen Star (Sequel to Shooting Star) COMPLETE
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Adult ++
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17,312
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Possession
Chapter Number/Total: 5/32
Chapter Title: Possession
Words: 2605 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David was on a break. It was Wednesday night, so not as harried as the weekend. He walked back into the kitchen area, looking around for his lover. Mark was working on an order and looked up. "He's in the bathroom," the man said with a wink.
David sat down on a nearby bench to wait. He considered going in search of Harlan but didn't think Milo would be thrilled if they started anything at work.
"So you two live together?" Mark asked.
David nodded.
"He said he isn't your boyfriend," Mark commented, and smiled when David frowned.
Harlan made his way into the kitchen, smiling at David when he saw him. "You're on a break?" he asked.
"Yes," he said, glancing warily at Mark.
"Don't mind me," Mark said with another wink.
Harlan glanced at Mark before he sat down next to David. "You don't look as tired as before," Harlan commented quietly, resting his head on David's shoulder.
David shrugged. "I think I am getting used to it," he said. "Not as many customers as on the weekend either."
"Good," Harlan murmured, holding up his hand. "Still pruny though." He laughed softly.
"The gloves don't seem to keep you dry enough," David observed, uncomfortably aware of Mark listening to them.
"Water gets inside sometimes," Harlan replied, shrugging slightly. He didn't care that Mark could probably hear them.
"Want to go outside for a few minutes?" David asked.
Harlan nodded and stood up, walking out of the kitchen with David behind him.
In the alley, David crossed his arms across his chest and cocked his head, looking at Harlan.
"What's wrong?" Harlan asked, leaning against the wall.
"Did you tell Mark I wasn't your boyfriend?"
Harlan bit his lip and nodded slowly. "Only because he wanted to know so much, and I didn't know if you wanted people at the restaurant to know..."
David scowled. "I've seen the way he looks at you," he hissed.
"But I'll never let him do anything about it," Harlan said quickly. "I'm yours..."
"Mine," David hissed and stepped closer, pressing Harlan to the wall.
"Yours," Harlan replied softly. "He can look at me all he wants, but he's not getting anything."
David covered Harlan's mouth with his own, kissing him roughly, possessively.
Harlan kissed David back with a small sigh, his arms wrapping around him.
David drove his tongue into his lover's mouth, body pressing him hard into the wall.
Harlan moaned, a small shiver going down his spine from how David was behaving.
The back door opened and Mark stuck his head out. "Milo is looking for you, David," he said, without seeming to care what they were doing.
Harlan broke the kiss with a gasp, swallowing and glancing at Mark.
David growled, glaring at Mark before stepping back and adjusting his clothing.
Harlan glanced down at the ground as he fixed his clothes as well. At least they wouldn't have to hide in front of him anymore.
"I'll be right there," David snapped, and Mark's eyebrows rose. The man pulled his head back inside. David looked hard at his lover. "Anyone asks again, you are mine. Understand?" he said in a tone that was almost harsh in its intensity.
"I understand," Harlan replied quietly, slowly looking up at him.
"Good," David said, and then turned and went back into the building.
Harlan waited a moment before he followed him inside, heading for the kitchen.
Mark frowned at Harlan when he came back in.
"Okay, okay..." Harlan said, looking at Mark before reaching for the gloves he had to wear. "You caught us. He's my boyfriend."
"You don't have to do what he tells you, you know," Mark said.
No, actually, Harlan did have to. "I know, but it was dumb not to tell you in the first place," he replied, shrugging.
"Some guys get into relationships they don't know how to get out of, that aren’t good for them," Mark said, stepping closer and dropping his voice so no one else would hear.
"What're you talking about? I love him, and we're good together," Harlan said, assuming Mark was saying all of this because he was still trying to get with him.
Mark frowned. "He seems to boss you around a lot," he said.
"So what?" Harlan asked, getting defensive.
"Whatever," Mark snapped. "Just trying to help." He turned and went back to his work.
"Well, thank you...but I don't need any help," Harlan replied easily, turning to the sink to do his own work.
***
David was glad there weren't too many people that night because his mind was not on work. Of course, fewer customers meant fewer tips, too. He sat at a table afterward, counting up his tips and waiting for Harlan to finish cleaning up.
Harlan finished washing up the dishes from the last table and sighed, stepping back and pulling off the gloves. He set them down and then untied the apron he wore, hanging it up in the right place. He got his things quickly, knowing that David must've been waiting outside. "Goodnight, Mark," he said, heading out of the kitchen.
"Night Harlan," the other man said.
David looked up as his lover came out to the dining area. He finished his tallies for Milo and then put his tips in his pocket.
Harlan walked over to him, smiling softly again. "Ready to go?"
David nodded, standing up and reaching to take Harlan's hand. He saw Mark in the doorway and narrowed his eyes, pulling Harlan against him and kissing him again.
Harlan blinked in surprise before he blushed, kissing David back softly.
David released him and smiled. "Home," he said.
Harlan grinned and nodded, taking his hand. "Home it is."
***
Once they stumbled up the steps into their flat, David barely let them close the door before he shoved his lover against it. He pressed his thigh between Harlan's legs. "Mine," he said, lips devouring his lover's.
Harlan moaned and thrust against David, his cock hardening almost immediately. "Yours," he gasped into the kiss.
"Anyone asks you, you make sure they know that," David said, grinding his hips against his lover's.
"Yes, yours, I know..." Harlan replied, biting his lip at the delicious friction.
"I had to share you there," David growled. "I don't intend to here."
"You won't have to," Harlan whispered, looking up at him.
David continued to nip and suck at Harlan's chin and neck, reaching to unfasten the man's jeans.
Harlan tilted his neck to the side with a small sigh, his eyes slowly closing.
The blond bent his head, sucking hard on his lover's neck as he slid his hand into the man's shorts to wrap his fingers around the warm flesh.
Harlan groaned loudly, thrusting into David's hand slowly. "Good..."
David bit Harlan's neck and pushed the jeans down, freeing the man's cock.
Harlan cried out softly, knowing that he would probably have a dark red mark on his neck. "More," he whispered, trying to step out of his jeans.
David pulled back long enough to shove the other man, turning him around facing the door and then biting the back of his shoulder as he worked to get his own trousers down.
Harlan braced himself against the door, arching as he felt David's teeth on his shoulder.
David groaned, realising he needed the lube and almost reached to Summon it before catching himself. "Don't move," he growled and then stalked the short distance to grab it, slicking his own cock on the way back.
Harlan swallowed, pressing his hands against the door as he waited for David to come back.
The blond slid slick fingers along his lover's crack, finding his opening and pressing inside quickly. He had no patience tonight, preparing his lover quickly and biting into his shoulder again as he did.
Harlan whimpered, pushing back on the fingers as he bent over more, glancing over his shoulder. "Fuck me," he whispered, licking his dry lips.
"Yes, going to fuck you hard," David growled, pulling out his fingers and pushing his cock inside him. "Fuck yes!" he growled as the other man's body yielded to him.
"Harder," Harlan moaned, pushing himself back as he quickly adjusted to him.
"Yes, going to pound you into the door," David promised, and began to thrust hard into him.
"Please," Harlan gasped, trying to hold back before he began to cry out with each thrust, David's cock touching that spot every time.
"Are you mine?" David growled against Harlan's back, nipping the back of his neck.
"Yours," Harlan groaned, resting his forehead against the door. He tried to grip something, anything.
David flexed his hips, rocking in and out of his lover's body with small growls each time. He continued to bite him, one hand on his hip and the other sliding around to grasp his lover's cock.
Harlan reached back to grip David's hip as he moved, thrusting into his hand. "I'm close," he whispered.
"Yes, come for me baby, come with me inside you," David gasped, thrusting even harder.
Harlan came only a few thrusts later, his back arching sharply. "Fuck." He shuddered, trying not to fall to his knees.
David slammed his hips forward into his lover and bit hard into his shoulder as he came. He felt his lover's come slick his hand, and it sent a shiver up his spine. He loved the way the other man wanted him.
Harlan made a soft sound as he felt David bite him again, sure that his neck and shoulders were a mess of red marks. But he didn't mind; he loved it, actually.
Trembling, David licked and kissed the bruised flesh of his lover's shoulders. "I love you," he whispered. "I know the spell makes you need me. But I need you too."
Harlan smiled softly. "I love you, too. Even without the spell, I'd still need you."
David pulled back and turned his lover around, kissing him tenderly this time. He planted little kisses along his lips and over his chin. "Come to bed and hold me, love," he whispered.
Harlan nodded and took David's hand. Kicking his shoes and jeans the rest of the way off, he walked over to the bed and got in it. "Come here..."
David shed his clothing then, wanting his skin against his lover's as they lay in their small bed.
Harlan pulled his shirt off, lying down and waiting for David.
David crawled in after him, taking him into his arms with a contented sigh.
"Goodnight..." Harlan whispered, resting his hands on top of David's as he closed his eyes.
David leant his face against his lover's and whispered in his ear. "I love you, Harry," he told him.
"I love you, Draco," Harlan replied softly, slowly falling asleep with a smile on his face.
***
"Hey, amigo," Manuel greeted David with a grin, slipping his arm around his shoulders. "You're really getting good at this job; it took me at least a few months to get like you are."
David tensed when the other man touched him but nodded. "Thanks," he said.
“A couple of us are coming over to my house for a small get-together. Would you like to come?” Manuel asked, smiling brightly.
David considered, cocking his head. "Can I bring someone?" he asked.
“Of course you can!” Manuel replied cheerfully. “Does that mean you’ll come?”
"I think so," David said cautiously. "What will be happening at the party?" he asked.
“Party-like things... You know, drinking, maybe a few games...” Manuel curiously glanced at him. “Never been to a party before?”
"Not in this country," David answered, shivering at the memories of what Death Eaters called a party.
Manuel nodded, pulling his arm back and standing in front of him. “Ah, don’t worry, it’ll be fun. And a nice break.”
David nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks," he said. "Is it far? We... I don't have a car."
“Oh, I’ve got one. You can ride with me, so you’re okay there.” Manuel grinned. “I’ve got to head back. So... we’ll meet outside later?” he asked.
"Sure," David said, getting back to a busy table he had and hoped to get a good tip from.
Meanwhile, Harlan walked into the kitchen with another tray of dishes to wash. He nodded at Mark before he set them down, rolling his shoulders before pulling the gloves on.
Mark came up behind him and laid his hands on his shoulders, rubbing. "Tight?" he asked.
Harlan nodded, pausing to stand there. “Carrying this thing around all day...”
Mark began massaging Harlan’s shoulders.
David finished the rounds with his tables and headed back in the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, frowning and watching the other man with his hands on Harlan.
“Thanks, Mark,” Harlan said quietly, reaching to put the things into the sink so he could wash them. He didn’t notice that David was watching.
Mark looked up and smiled at David. The blond scowled, arms across his chest. He turned and left the room.
Harlan glanced back just in time to see David leave. He frowned, glancing up at Mark. “What happened?” he asked.
Mark shrugged and went back to his kitchen prep work.
“I’ll be right back,” Harlan said, turning and walking out of the kitchen, looking around for David.
David had headed to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.
Harlan looked around everywhere, still frowning when he couldn’t find him. He went into the bathroom and nearly sighed in relief. “There you are...”
David tensed, scowling again and reaching for a paper towel to dry his face.
“What’s wrong?” Harlan asked, walking over to him.
"Don't give me that," David snapped.
“What did I do?” Harlan asked instead, biting his lip.
David glanced around, making sure the bathroom was empty. Then he grabbed Harlan by both upper arms. "You are mine," he hissed. "I don't like his hands on you."
“He was just helping. I know he didn’t mean anything by it,” Harlan said quickly, looking up at David.
"He wants you," David nearly growled.
“But he can’t have me,” Harlan said.
David backed Harlan up against the wall, pressing into him. "No, he can't," David whispered. "I don't want him touching you."
Harlan nodded quickly, not even trying to pull his arms out of David’s grasp. “You don’t have to worry. I’m yours, I will always be,” he said softly.
David pressed his lips to Harlan, kissing him hungrily.
Harlan slowly closed his eyes, submitting to the kiss as he leant against the wall.
The door opened and David pulled back, releasing Harlan. A customer went into the stall, giving them a disapproving glare. "We are invited to a party after work," David whispered to his lover.
“Can we go?” Harlan asked, perking up.
David frowned. "I thought we would, but now I am not sure," he said.
“Why not? I promise I’ll stay with you the entire time,” Harlan said quietly, aware of the person in the room with them.
David thought about it and finally nodded. "Fine," he said, "but stay away from Mark or anyone else who looks at you like that."
"Okay, I will," Harlan said, smiling a bit awkwardly. The smile was to show he was glad to be going the party. He wasn't happy that David didn't trust him. But maybe if they went places, David would learn.
"I'd better get back to work," David said, kissing Harlan quickly and then heading back to the dining room.
"See you later," Harlan said, waving before he headed back into the kitchen to do his work. He stood in front of the sink and sighed softly, rubbing his sore upper arms before beginning to wash the dishes. David's jealousy was beginning to become too much. Harlan decided to let it go for now He would rather tolerate the jealousy than risk upsetting David.
Chapter Title: Possession
Words: 2605 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David was on a break. It was Wednesday night, so not as harried as the weekend. He walked back into the kitchen area, looking around for his lover. Mark was working on an order and looked up. "He's in the bathroom," the man said with a wink.
David sat down on a nearby bench to wait. He considered going in search of Harlan but didn't think Milo would be thrilled if they started anything at work.
"So you two live together?" Mark asked.
David nodded.
"He said he isn't your boyfriend," Mark commented, and smiled when David frowned.
Harlan made his way into the kitchen, smiling at David when he saw him. "You're on a break?" he asked.
"Yes," he said, glancing warily at Mark.
"Don't mind me," Mark said with another wink.
Harlan glanced at Mark before he sat down next to David. "You don't look as tired as before," Harlan commented quietly, resting his head on David's shoulder.
David shrugged. "I think I am getting used to it," he said. "Not as many customers as on the weekend either."
"Good," Harlan murmured, holding up his hand. "Still pruny though." He laughed softly.
"The gloves don't seem to keep you dry enough," David observed, uncomfortably aware of Mark listening to them.
"Water gets inside sometimes," Harlan replied, shrugging slightly. He didn't care that Mark could probably hear them.
"Want to go outside for a few minutes?" David asked.
Harlan nodded and stood up, walking out of the kitchen with David behind him.
In the alley, David crossed his arms across his chest and cocked his head, looking at Harlan.
"What's wrong?" Harlan asked, leaning against the wall.
"Did you tell Mark I wasn't your boyfriend?"
Harlan bit his lip and nodded slowly. "Only because he wanted to know so much, and I didn't know if you wanted people at the restaurant to know..."
David scowled. "I've seen the way he looks at you," he hissed.
"But I'll never let him do anything about it," Harlan said quickly. "I'm yours..."
"Mine," David hissed and stepped closer, pressing Harlan to the wall.
"Yours," Harlan replied softly. "He can look at me all he wants, but he's not getting anything."
David covered Harlan's mouth with his own, kissing him roughly, possessively.
Harlan kissed David back with a small sigh, his arms wrapping around him.
David drove his tongue into his lover's mouth, body pressing him hard into the wall.
Harlan moaned, a small shiver going down his spine from how David was behaving.
The back door opened and Mark stuck his head out. "Milo is looking for you, David," he said, without seeming to care what they were doing.
Harlan broke the kiss with a gasp, swallowing and glancing at Mark.
David growled, glaring at Mark before stepping back and adjusting his clothing.
Harlan glanced down at the ground as he fixed his clothes as well. At least they wouldn't have to hide in front of him anymore.
"I'll be right there," David snapped, and Mark's eyebrows rose. The man pulled his head back inside. David looked hard at his lover. "Anyone asks again, you are mine. Understand?" he said in a tone that was almost harsh in its intensity.
"I understand," Harlan replied quietly, slowly looking up at him.
"Good," David said, and then turned and went back into the building.
Harlan waited a moment before he followed him inside, heading for the kitchen.
Mark frowned at Harlan when he came back in.
"Okay, okay..." Harlan said, looking at Mark before reaching for the gloves he had to wear. "You caught us. He's my boyfriend."
"You don't have to do what he tells you, you know," Mark said.
No, actually, Harlan did have to. "I know, but it was dumb not to tell you in the first place," he replied, shrugging.
"Some guys get into relationships they don't know how to get out of, that aren’t good for them," Mark said, stepping closer and dropping his voice so no one else would hear.
"What're you talking about? I love him, and we're good together," Harlan said, assuming Mark was saying all of this because he was still trying to get with him.
Mark frowned. "He seems to boss you around a lot," he said.
"So what?" Harlan asked, getting defensive.
"Whatever," Mark snapped. "Just trying to help." He turned and went back to his work.
"Well, thank you...but I don't need any help," Harlan replied easily, turning to the sink to do his own work.
***
David was glad there weren't too many people that night because his mind was not on work. Of course, fewer customers meant fewer tips, too. He sat at a table afterward, counting up his tips and waiting for Harlan to finish cleaning up.
Harlan finished washing up the dishes from the last table and sighed, stepping back and pulling off the gloves. He set them down and then untied the apron he wore, hanging it up in the right place. He got his things quickly, knowing that David must've been waiting outside. "Goodnight, Mark," he said, heading out of the kitchen.
"Night Harlan," the other man said.
David looked up as his lover came out to the dining area. He finished his tallies for Milo and then put his tips in his pocket.
Harlan walked over to him, smiling softly again. "Ready to go?"
David nodded, standing up and reaching to take Harlan's hand. He saw Mark in the doorway and narrowed his eyes, pulling Harlan against him and kissing him again.
Harlan blinked in surprise before he blushed, kissing David back softly.
David released him and smiled. "Home," he said.
Harlan grinned and nodded, taking his hand. "Home it is."
***
Once they stumbled up the steps into their flat, David barely let them close the door before he shoved his lover against it. He pressed his thigh between Harlan's legs. "Mine," he said, lips devouring his lover's.
Harlan moaned and thrust against David, his cock hardening almost immediately. "Yours," he gasped into the kiss.
"Anyone asks you, you make sure they know that," David said, grinding his hips against his lover's.
"Yes, yours, I know..." Harlan replied, biting his lip at the delicious friction.
"I had to share you there," David growled. "I don't intend to here."
"You won't have to," Harlan whispered, looking up at him.
David continued to nip and suck at Harlan's chin and neck, reaching to unfasten the man's jeans.
Harlan tilted his neck to the side with a small sigh, his eyes slowly closing.
The blond bent his head, sucking hard on his lover's neck as he slid his hand into the man's shorts to wrap his fingers around the warm flesh.
Harlan groaned loudly, thrusting into David's hand slowly. "Good..."
David bit Harlan's neck and pushed the jeans down, freeing the man's cock.
Harlan cried out softly, knowing that he would probably have a dark red mark on his neck. "More," he whispered, trying to step out of his jeans.
David pulled back long enough to shove the other man, turning him around facing the door and then biting the back of his shoulder as he worked to get his own trousers down.
Harlan braced himself against the door, arching as he felt David's teeth on his shoulder.
David groaned, realising he needed the lube and almost reached to Summon it before catching himself. "Don't move," he growled and then stalked the short distance to grab it, slicking his own cock on the way back.
Harlan swallowed, pressing his hands against the door as he waited for David to come back.
The blond slid slick fingers along his lover's crack, finding his opening and pressing inside quickly. He had no patience tonight, preparing his lover quickly and biting into his shoulder again as he did.
Harlan whimpered, pushing back on the fingers as he bent over more, glancing over his shoulder. "Fuck me," he whispered, licking his dry lips.
"Yes, going to fuck you hard," David growled, pulling out his fingers and pushing his cock inside him. "Fuck yes!" he growled as the other man's body yielded to him.
"Harder," Harlan moaned, pushing himself back as he quickly adjusted to him.
"Yes, going to pound you into the door," David promised, and began to thrust hard into him.
"Please," Harlan gasped, trying to hold back before he began to cry out with each thrust, David's cock touching that spot every time.
"Are you mine?" David growled against Harlan's back, nipping the back of his neck.
"Yours," Harlan groaned, resting his forehead against the door. He tried to grip something, anything.
David flexed his hips, rocking in and out of his lover's body with small growls each time. He continued to bite him, one hand on his hip and the other sliding around to grasp his lover's cock.
Harlan reached back to grip David's hip as he moved, thrusting into his hand. "I'm close," he whispered.
"Yes, come for me baby, come with me inside you," David gasped, thrusting even harder.
Harlan came only a few thrusts later, his back arching sharply. "Fuck." He shuddered, trying not to fall to his knees.
David slammed his hips forward into his lover and bit hard into his shoulder as he came. He felt his lover's come slick his hand, and it sent a shiver up his spine. He loved the way the other man wanted him.
Harlan made a soft sound as he felt David bite him again, sure that his neck and shoulders were a mess of red marks. But he didn't mind; he loved it, actually.
Trembling, David licked and kissed the bruised flesh of his lover's shoulders. "I love you," he whispered. "I know the spell makes you need me. But I need you too."
Harlan smiled softly. "I love you, too. Even without the spell, I'd still need you."
David pulled back and turned his lover around, kissing him tenderly this time. He planted little kisses along his lips and over his chin. "Come to bed and hold me, love," he whispered.
Harlan nodded and took David's hand. Kicking his shoes and jeans the rest of the way off, he walked over to the bed and got in it. "Come here..."
David shed his clothing then, wanting his skin against his lover's as they lay in their small bed.
Harlan pulled his shirt off, lying down and waiting for David.
David crawled in after him, taking him into his arms with a contented sigh.
"Goodnight..." Harlan whispered, resting his hands on top of David's as he closed his eyes.
David leant his face against his lover's and whispered in his ear. "I love you, Harry," he told him.
"I love you, Draco," Harlan replied softly, slowly falling asleep with a smile on his face.
***
"Hey, amigo," Manuel greeted David with a grin, slipping his arm around his shoulders. "You're really getting good at this job; it took me at least a few months to get like you are."
David tensed when the other man touched him but nodded. "Thanks," he said.
“A couple of us are coming over to my house for a small get-together. Would you like to come?” Manuel asked, smiling brightly.
David considered, cocking his head. "Can I bring someone?" he asked.
“Of course you can!” Manuel replied cheerfully. “Does that mean you’ll come?”
"I think so," David said cautiously. "What will be happening at the party?" he asked.
“Party-like things... You know, drinking, maybe a few games...” Manuel curiously glanced at him. “Never been to a party before?”
"Not in this country," David answered, shivering at the memories of what Death Eaters called a party.
Manuel nodded, pulling his arm back and standing in front of him. “Ah, don’t worry, it’ll be fun. And a nice break.”
David nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks," he said. "Is it far? We... I don't have a car."
“Oh, I’ve got one. You can ride with me, so you’re okay there.” Manuel grinned. “I’ve got to head back. So... we’ll meet outside later?” he asked.
"Sure," David said, getting back to a busy table he had and hoped to get a good tip from.
Meanwhile, Harlan walked into the kitchen with another tray of dishes to wash. He nodded at Mark before he set them down, rolling his shoulders before pulling the gloves on.
Mark came up behind him and laid his hands on his shoulders, rubbing. "Tight?" he asked.
Harlan nodded, pausing to stand there. “Carrying this thing around all day...”
Mark began massaging Harlan’s shoulders.
David finished the rounds with his tables and headed back in the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, frowning and watching the other man with his hands on Harlan.
“Thanks, Mark,” Harlan said quietly, reaching to put the things into the sink so he could wash them. He didn’t notice that David was watching.
Mark looked up and smiled at David. The blond scowled, arms across his chest. He turned and left the room.
Harlan glanced back just in time to see David leave. He frowned, glancing up at Mark. “What happened?” he asked.
Mark shrugged and went back to his kitchen prep work.
“I’ll be right back,” Harlan said, turning and walking out of the kitchen, looking around for David.
David had headed to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.
Harlan looked around everywhere, still frowning when he couldn’t find him. He went into the bathroom and nearly sighed in relief. “There you are...”
David tensed, scowling again and reaching for a paper towel to dry his face.
“What’s wrong?” Harlan asked, walking over to him.
"Don't give me that," David snapped.
“What did I do?” Harlan asked instead, biting his lip.
David glanced around, making sure the bathroom was empty. Then he grabbed Harlan by both upper arms. "You are mine," he hissed. "I don't like his hands on you."
“He was just helping. I know he didn’t mean anything by it,” Harlan said quickly, looking up at David.
"He wants you," David nearly growled.
“But he can’t have me,” Harlan said.
David backed Harlan up against the wall, pressing into him. "No, he can't," David whispered. "I don't want him touching you."
Harlan nodded quickly, not even trying to pull his arms out of David’s grasp. “You don’t have to worry. I’m yours, I will always be,” he said softly.
David pressed his lips to Harlan, kissing him hungrily.
Harlan slowly closed his eyes, submitting to the kiss as he leant against the wall.
The door opened and David pulled back, releasing Harlan. A customer went into the stall, giving them a disapproving glare. "We are invited to a party after work," David whispered to his lover.
“Can we go?” Harlan asked, perking up.
David frowned. "I thought we would, but now I am not sure," he said.
“Why not? I promise I’ll stay with you the entire time,” Harlan said quietly, aware of the person in the room with them.
David thought about it and finally nodded. "Fine," he said, "but stay away from Mark or anyone else who looks at you like that."
"Okay, I will," Harlan said, smiling a bit awkwardly. The smile was to show he was glad to be going the party. He wasn't happy that David didn't trust him. But maybe if they went places, David would learn.
"I'd better get back to work," David said, kissing Harlan quickly and then heading back to the dining room.
"See you later," Harlan said, waving before he headed back into the kitchen to do his work. He stood in front of the sink and sighed softly, rubbing his sore upper arms before beginning to wash the dishes. David's jealousy was beginning to become too much. Harlan decided to let it go for now He would rather tolerate the jealousy than risk upsetting David.