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Mistake in Judgment
Chapter Number/Total: 6/32
Chapter Title: Mistake in Judgment
Words: 2784 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David sighed as the last customer left, and he locked the front door.
Harlan was leaning against a wall near the kitchen, finally finished with his work for the night. He actually couldn’t wait for the party that they’d be going to. It would be something different.
David was settling up his receipts and putting his station to rights. He glanced up at Manuel and cocked his head.
Manuel smiled, nodding towards the door. “The car’s out front. We’ll wait for you.”
"I am bringing Harlan," David told him.
“I thought so. That’s cool, David,” Manuel replied, grinning at him before leaving the restaurant.
"Ready?" David asked Harlan from the door of the kitchen.
Harlan nodded with a smile, pushing himself off the wall and walking over. “Good thing we have a ride.”
David took Harlan's hand and led him outside, looking into the car.
Harlan walked with him, glancing in the car and smiling at who he saw. Jennifer, one of the nicer waitresses sat in the front with Manuel, while Andrew and Mark sat in the back. It looked like they’d have to really crowd in tight.
David frowned and considered telling them he had changed his mind. He looked at Harlan and saw how eager his was. Taking a deep breath, David climbed in and then patted his lap, indicating where he wanted Harlan to sit.
Harlan’s face flushed, but he climbed in after him, sitting down on David’s lap. He waved back when everyone turned to say hello, even though he was sure his flush didn’t go away.
David clenched his teeth, hands on Harlan's waist and his own arousal responding to the man's arse rubbing against him.
Harlan relaxed back against David as Manuel drove off, looking out the window with a small sigh. He forced himself not to glance at Mark, not wanting to make David angry again.
David felt every turn and bump of the car, his fingers tight on his lover's hips.
At first Harlan through David’s hands were tightening because David was making sure Harlan was okay, but then he felt what was really the problem. He blushed again, resting a hand on one of David’s hands.
When the car pulled a stop, David had his eyes closed, trying to will away his erection.
Harlan patted his hand as Manuel parked. He opened the door to get out first, not wanting to tease David like that.
David shifted uncomfortably as he got out. Mark chuckled but the blond ignored him.
Harlan glanced up at Mark and blushed when he saw that he had noticed.
They followed Manuel up to his apartment and were met by several other people from work.
Manuel went about getting things ready. He turned music on and brought out bottles of alcohol. Everyone seemed to be used to these parties because they all got together on the couch and started talking, making jokes amongst themselves. Harlan wanted to join them, but he remembered what he’d promised David and stopped.
David took a seat in the armchair. He wasn't used to showing his feelings in front of other people, but he wanted Harlan with him.
Harlan took a seat on the floor in front of David, glad that they were close to the group. He accepted a cup of whatever they were all drinking, glancing up at David to see if he wanted any.
"I knew you two were together from the time you both started working," Jennifer commented with an amused smile.
David arched an eyebrow, resting a hand on Harlan's shoulder.
She giggled, nudging Andrew. “Look, I told you.”
Harlan blushed, but smiled at them, sipping from the cup. "It was hard to not make it obvious."
David nodded, relaxing more when everyone seemed not only comfortable but pleased with them. Well, almost everyone. Mark shrugged.
Harlan followed through with his promise, staying with David for most of the night. He talked more and laughed, both because of feeling comfortable and because of the drink that they kept refilling whenever he finished it.
David tried to relax, enjoying the party. He watched the social dynamics, figuring out who was with whom. He noticed that several people would disappear at points into the back room.
Harlan stayed where he was, carefully declining people’s offers to dance or anything. They knew that Harlan was with David, and Harlan guessed that they just wanted to have fun, but he still didn’t want to take any chances. He could almost feel Mark’s gaze for most of the night, forcing him to have a small blush on his face.
David watched the dancing for a while, noticing the ways it was similar to that in the wizarding world. He leant forward to whisper in Harlan's ear. "Want to dance with me?" he asked.
Harlan smiled and nodded, setting his drink down before he got up.
David had waited for a slow song. He stood up and pulled Harlan with him to the centre of the room where a few other people were still dancing. Around them, he noticed several others were making out on the couch.
“I’m rubbish at dancing,” Harlan asked softly, looking shy in the centre of everything.
"Put your arms around my neck and follow my lead," David said, laying his hands on Harlan's hips and beginning to move to the music.
Harlan slipped his arms around David’s neck and smiled as he began to move along with him. “I like this...thanks for letting us come...” Harlan said.
The words made David's half-hard cock twitch and he took a breath, looking down into his lover's eyes. "Good," he managed.
Harlan leant up and kissed him softly, sighing as he pulled back. “Love you,” he said quietly.
"You two are fucking hot," someone said, but David ignored them, eyes focused on Harlan's.
"Yes," he whispered, before nipping at the man's lips
Harlan blushed, but decided to ignore them as well. All he could really focus on was David, and he leant up again, kissing him longer.
One of David's hands on Harlan's hips strayed lower, kneading his arse. His eyes closed as he lost everything but the taste and feel of his lover.
***
Harlan was trying his best to be around everyone, bouncing along to the music with David as the night went on. Eventually he slipped away from David, just to use the bathroom.
David leant against the counter discussing the menu at the restaurant with a couple of the other waiters. The blond was becoming increasingly interested in cooking and what went into learning to make meals they served.
Harlan was just about to leave the bathroom when he felt the beginnings of the effects of the spell. He turned and gripped the bathroom sink, trying to stay in control, but as the seconds went by, it got worse.
David was deep in his conversation with Manuel and Richard, unaware that he and Harlan had forgotten to keep track of the spell.
Mark seemed to be the only one who noticed that Harlan had gone to the bathroom and still hadn't come back. He got up and knocked on the door, wondering if maybe Harlan had gotten sick from drinking too much. "Harlan?" he asked, knocking again when there was no answer.
Harlan gasped as he slowly slid down to the floor, his body trembling. He heard someone calling him, but he couldn't reply.
"Harlan, I'm coming in," Mark said. Then he opened the door, his eyes going wide. He rushed over and knelt down, not knowing what happened.
Harlan squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to jerk and moan, not noticing when Mark carefully pulled him into his lap.
Mark thought Harlan was having a seizure of some sort, and he reached to pull his cell phone out to call an ambulance. "David!" he called out first, needing help to keep Harlan from hurting himself.
David looked up sharply and noticed that Harlan wasn't in the room. He had a prickling sensation at the back of his neck and ran towards Mark’s voice. "Merde," he cursed when he saw his lover. He dropped to knees and reached for him. "Give him to me," he insisted.
Mark shifted and carefully passed Harlan over to him, looking scared. "Do you want me to call an ambulance or anything?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off of Harlan.
"No, Muggle... I mean no, I can handle this," he said. "I need someplace quiet to lie him down."
"I have a spare room," Manuel said from the doorway, making room for them to pass.
Harlan was crying out in pain as David lifted him in his arms and stood up, turning sideways and making his way to the room indicated. He laid his lover on the bed. The other two had followed and more were peeking in the doorway. "We need privacy," he insisted.
Manuel nodded, gripping Mark's shoulder and gently pulling him to the door. "We'll be out here if you need anything," Manuel said, closing the door behind them.
"I'm here, love," David soothed, reaching quickly to unfasten his lover's jeans and pull them down his hips.
Harlan sobbed, but lifted his hips for David, biting his lip so he wouldn't scream like he wanted to.
David's face was set in a worried frown as he unfastened his own trousers. It was difficult to get hard in this situation. He pulled Harlan around so the man was bent over the side of the bed. "I don't have any lube," he told his lover, pulling on his own cock and trying to get it to respond.
"It's okay," Harlan managed to gasp, trying to move his body so that it would be easier for David.
David did the only thing he could think of – he spit in his hand and coated his half-hard cock with it. Then he moved forward, spreading the man's arse cheeks with the other and pressing the head against his opening. Not fully hard and without lube, it was difficult to get it past the tight ring.
Harlan groaned with the added burn, his fingers gripping the sheets as he tried to relax for David. "Just...go on..." He didn't care if he wouldn't be able to walk right for the next few days.
"Trying to," David hissed, losing the erection he had with the effort. He closed his eyes, breathing harder with fear, and tried to concentrate on the image of Harlan on his knees sucking him. His cock began to harden as he did. "Yes, baby, going to fuck you," he whispered.
"Fuck me," Harlan said quietly, his eyes closed and jaw clenched. "Please..."
The words helped and David, continued, rubbing the head of his cock against his lover's opening as he pulled and squeezed the shaft. "Yes, going to fuck you, baby," he whispered. "Going be deep inside that tight hole." And then he found he was hard enough to press the head in and moaned at the sensation.
Harlan moaned softly as well, pressing his face into the bed as David managed to push inside. The pain had started to lessen the moment he did, and Harlan sighed.
"You want me, baby?" David asked, needing the encouragement, his cock barely inside his lover.
"Want you," Harlan whispered, swallowing as he gently pushed back on his cock.
David sighed, taking hold of his lover's hips and pressing inside him. "Yes," he said. "I love being inside you. Fucking you."
Harlan wiggled his hips, biting his lip again. "Faster," he whispered, remembering that they weren't in their own home.
"Don't want to hurt you," David gasped, but began to flex his hips, pulling back and thrusting forward.
"It's okay," Harlan encouraged, pushing back harder. "Please..."
David nodded and began to fuck his lover hard and fast, knowing it wouldn't take him long now.
Harlan pressed his face against the bed as they rocked. He knew wouldn't be able to come this time, but he wanted David to come.
"Yes!" David hissed, thrusting in hard a last time and releasing his seed into his lover.
Harlan moaned softly, collapsing against the bed. He was exhausted, and he felt slightly embarrassed for having this happen in front of so many people.
David pulled out and tucked himself back in his trousers, uncomfortably aware of people in the next room. There was a knock at the door. Manuel wanted to know if Harlan was okay.
Harlan reached back and slowly pulled up his jeans, trying to fix them as fast as he could.
"I think they could hear," David whispered, blushing a bit.
Harlan blushed too, moving to sit up on the bed. "We should probably leave before they ask a lot of questions, right?" he asked quietly.
"We work with them," David whispered. "It's not like we can avoid seeing them."
"Then what do we say?" Harlan asked, biting his lip.
"I'm not a bloody Muggle, I don't know what to tell them," David snapped, still whispering.
"We can tell them I have an illness... There's one that makes you do that, I think," Harlan said, looking down.
"That makes you have to fuck?" David asked, eyebrows arched.
"No, what happened in the bathroom," Harlan explained, blushing again.
"Do you know what it is called?" David asked.
"Uhm..." Harlan paused for a long moment, thinking hard. He didn't know too much about Muggle illnesses, but he remembered this one. "...I think...epilepsy."
There was a louder knock at the door. "You two okay in there?" Manuel called through it.
Harlan glanced at the door before he slowly got up. "Help me," he whispered, reaching out to hold onto David.
"Are you not better?" David asked, worried as helped him up.
"I'm tired," Harlan said softly, beginning to walk to the door. When they reached it he opened it, biting down on his lip as he looked at everyone outside. "Sorry..."
David stepped up beside him and put his arm around Harlan's shoulder. They were peppered with questions and David just shrugged. "He's doing better now," he said.
Harlan nodded, looking down. "I didn't mean to interrupt the party."
"What happened? Are you okay?" Manuel asked.
"I have epilepsy," Harlan lied quietly, shrugging. "It happens sometimes."
"I thought so," Mark said, sighing. "Would you like a ride back home?"
David looked to Harlan, letting him decide this.
Harlan glanced up at David and didn't see any kind of disapproval on his face, so he nodded, looking at Mark. "Thank you."
"Thank you for inviting us," David told Manuel politely.
"Yeah, thank you, really. And I'm sorry again. I had fun," Harlan said, smiling at them.
They said goodbye to everyone and followed Mark out to his car.
"I was really worried," Mark said as they walked to the car, glancing back at Harlan every now and then.
"I'm sorry," Harlan said quietly.
David held his hand tightly, not liking that Harlan felt bad about it.
Harlan glanced at their hands then looked down.
"Nah, don't be sorry," Mark replied, unlocking the car. "You can't help it." He opened the door for them.
David gestured to the car, helping his Harlan into the backseat before climbing in after him. He told Mark the address of their apartment, not completely comfortable with that but not knowing what else he could do about it.
Harlan rested his head on David's shoulder with a small sigh as Mark started the car and drove off in the direction of their home. The ride was quiet and Harlan found himself dozing off.
David pointed out their building when they got close and then woke his sleeping lover.
Harlan woke up and blinked.
Mark had already parked the car and was out, opening the door for them. "Morning, sleepy head," he said, smiling.
David frowned at the affectionate tone in the other man's voice. Mark reached to help Harlan from the car and David ground his teeth.
"Thank you," Harlan said, smiling sleepily at the man. Harlan stumbled getting out and fell into Mark, who caught him in his arms. David got quickly out of the car and reached for his lover.
Before Harlan knew what was happening he was being grabbed back into David's arms. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"Goodnight," David said firmly to Mark, and led his lover to their building.
"Night, Mark," Harlan said, glancing back at him before looking back to keep up with David's quick pace.
Mark waved, watching them go into the building with a small frown on his face. He turned and left after they went inside.
Chapter Title: Mistake in Judgment
Words: 2784 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
David sighed as the last customer left, and he locked the front door.
Harlan was leaning against a wall near the kitchen, finally finished with his work for the night. He actually couldn’t wait for the party that they’d be going to. It would be something different.
David was settling up his receipts and putting his station to rights. He glanced up at Manuel and cocked his head.
Manuel smiled, nodding towards the door. “The car’s out front. We’ll wait for you.”
"I am bringing Harlan," David told him.
“I thought so. That’s cool, David,” Manuel replied, grinning at him before leaving the restaurant.
"Ready?" David asked Harlan from the door of the kitchen.
Harlan nodded with a smile, pushing himself off the wall and walking over. “Good thing we have a ride.”
David took Harlan's hand and led him outside, looking into the car.
Harlan walked with him, glancing in the car and smiling at who he saw. Jennifer, one of the nicer waitresses sat in the front with Manuel, while Andrew and Mark sat in the back. It looked like they’d have to really crowd in tight.
David frowned and considered telling them he had changed his mind. He looked at Harlan and saw how eager his was. Taking a deep breath, David climbed in and then patted his lap, indicating where he wanted Harlan to sit.
Harlan’s face flushed, but he climbed in after him, sitting down on David’s lap. He waved back when everyone turned to say hello, even though he was sure his flush didn’t go away.
David clenched his teeth, hands on Harlan's waist and his own arousal responding to the man's arse rubbing against him.
Harlan relaxed back against David as Manuel drove off, looking out the window with a small sigh. He forced himself not to glance at Mark, not wanting to make David angry again.
David felt every turn and bump of the car, his fingers tight on his lover's hips.
At first Harlan through David’s hands were tightening because David was making sure Harlan was okay, but then he felt what was really the problem. He blushed again, resting a hand on one of David’s hands.
When the car pulled a stop, David had his eyes closed, trying to will away his erection.
Harlan patted his hand as Manuel parked. He opened the door to get out first, not wanting to tease David like that.
David shifted uncomfortably as he got out. Mark chuckled but the blond ignored him.
Harlan glanced up at Mark and blushed when he saw that he had noticed.
They followed Manuel up to his apartment and were met by several other people from work.
Manuel went about getting things ready. He turned music on and brought out bottles of alcohol. Everyone seemed to be used to these parties because they all got together on the couch and started talking, making jokes amongst themselves. Harlan wanted to join them, but he remembered what he’d promised David and stopped.
David took a seat in the armchair. He wasn't used to showing his feelings in front of other people, but he wanted Harlan with him.
Harlan took a seat on the floor in front of David, glad that they were close to the group. He accepted a cup of whatever they were all drinking, glancing up at David to see if he wanted any.
"I knew you two were together from the time you both started working," Jennifer commented with an amused smile.
David arched an eyebrow, resting a hand on Harlan's shoulder.
She giggled, nudging Andrew. “Look, I told you.”
Harlan blushed, but smiled at them, sipping from the cup. "It was hard to not make it obvious."
David nodded, relaxing more when everyone seemed not only comfortable but pleased with them. Well, almost everyone. Mark shrugged.
Harlan followed through with his promise, staying with David for most of the night. He talked more and laughed, both because of feeling comfortable and because of the drink that they kept refilling whenever he finished it.
David tried to relax, enjoying the party. He watched the social dynamics, figuring out who was with whom. He noticed that several people would disappear at points into the back room.
Harlan stayed where he was, carefully declining people’s offers to dance or anything. They knew that Harlan was with David, and Harlan guessed that they just wanted to have fun, but he still didn’t want to take any chances. He could almost feel Mark’s gaze for most of the night, forcing him to have a small blush on his face.
David watched the dancing for a while, noticing the ways it was similar to that in the wizarding world. He leant forward to whisper in Harlan's ear. "Want to dance with me?" he asked.
Harlan smiled and nodded, setting his drink down before he got up.
David had waited for a slow song. He stood up and pulled Harlan with him to the centre of the room where a few other people were still dancing. Around them, he noticed several others were making out on the couch.
“I’m rubbish at dancing,” Harlan asked softly, looking shy in the centre of everything.
"Put your arms around my neck and follow my lead," David said, laying his hands on Harlan's hips and beginning to move to the music.
Harlan slipped his arms around David’s neck and smiled as he began to move along with him. “I like this...thanks for letting us come...” Harlan said.
The words made David's half-hard cock twitch and he took a breath, looking down into his lover's eyes. "Good," he managed.
Harlan leant up and kissed him softly, sighing as he pulled back. “Love you,” he said quietly.
"You two are fucking hot," someone said, but David ignored them, eyes focused on Harlan's.
"Yes," he whispered, before nipping at the man's lips
Harlan blushed, but decided to ignore them as well. All he could really focus on was David, and he leant up again, kissing him longer.
One of David's hands on Harlan's hips strayed lower, kneading his arse. His eyes closed as he lost everything but the taste and feel of his lover.
***
Harlan was trying his best to be around everyone, bouncing along to the music with David as the night went on. Eventually he slipped away from David, just to use the bathroom.
David leant against the counter discussing the menu at the restaurant with a couple of the other waiters. The blond was becoming increasingly interested in cooking and what went into learning to make meals they served.
Harlan was just about to leave the bathroom when he felt the beginnings of the effects of the spell. He turned and gripped the bathroom sink, trying to stay in control, but as the seconds went by, it got worse.
David was deep in his conversation with Manuel and Richard, unaware that he and Harlan had forgotten to keep track of the spell.
Mark seemed to be the only one who noticed that Harlan had gone to the bathroom and still hadn't come back. He got up and knocked on the door, wondering if maybe Harlan had gotten sick from drinking too much. "Harlan?" he asked, knocking again when there was no answer.
Harlan gasped as he slowly slid down to the floor, his body trembling. He heard someone calling him, but he couldn't reply.
"Harlan, I'm coming in," Mark said. Then he opened the door, his eyes going wide. He rushed over and knelt down, not knowing what happened.
Harlan squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to jerk and moan, not noticing when Mark carefully pulled him into his lap.
Mark thought Harlan was having a seizure of some sort, and he reached to pull his cell phone out to call an ambulance. "David!" he called out first, needing help to keep Harlan from hurting himself.
David looked up sharply and noticed that Harlan wasn't in the room. He had a prickling sensation at the back of his neck and ran towards Mark’s voice. "Merde," he cursed when he saw his lover. He dropped to knees and reached for him. "Give him to me," he insisted.
Mark shifted and carefully passed Harlan over to him, looking scared. "Do you want me to call an ambulance or anything?" he asked, unable to take his eyes off of Harlan.
"No, Muggle... I mean no, I can handle this," he said. "I need someplace quiet to lie him down."
"I have a spare room," Manuel said from the doorway, making room for them to pass.
Harlan was crying out in pain as David lifted him in his arms and stood up, turning sideways and making his way to the room indicated. He laid his lover on the bed. The other two had followed and more were peeking in the doorway. "We need privacy," he insisted.
Manuel nodded, gripping Mark's shoulder and gently pulling him to the door. "We'll be out here if you need anything," Manuel said, closing the door behind them.
"I'm here, love," David soothed, reaching quickly to unfasten his lover's jeans and pull them down his hips.
Harlan sobbed, but lifted his hips for David, biting his lip so he wouldn't scream like he wanted to.
David's face was set in a worried frown as he unfastened his own trousers. It was difficult to get hard in this situation. He pulled Harlan around so the man was bent over the side of the bed. "I don't have any lube," he told his lover, pulling on his own cock and trying to get it to respond.
"It's okay," Harlan managed to gasp, trying to move his body so that it would be easier for David.
David did the only thing he could think of – he spit in his hand and coated his half-hard cock with it. Then he moved forward, spreading the man's arse cheeks with the other and pressing the head against his opening. Not fully hard and without lube, it was difficult to get it past the tight ring.
Harlan groaned with the added burn, his fingers gripping the sheets as he tried to relax for David. "Just...go on..." He didn't care if he wouldn't be able to walk right for the next few days.
"Trying to," David hissed, losing the erection he had with the effort. He closed his eyes, breathing harder with fear, and tried to concentrate on the image of Harlan on his knees sucking him. His cock began to harden as he did. "Yes, baby, going to fuck you," he whispered.
"Fuck me," Harlan said quietly, his eyes closed and jaw clenched. "Please..."
The words helped and David, continued, rubbing the head of his cock against his lover's opening as he pulled and squeezed the shaft. "Yes, going to fuck you, baby," he whispered. "Going be deep inside that tight hole." And then he found he was hard enough to press the head in and moaned at the sensation.
Harlan moaned softly as well, pressing his face into the bed as David managed to push inside. The pain had started to lessen the moment he did, and Harlan sighed.
"You want me, baby?" David asked, needing the encouragement, his cock barely inside his lover.
"Want you," Harlan whispered, swallowing as he gently pushed back on his cock.
David sighed, taking hold of his lover's hips and pressing inside him. "Yes," he said. "I love being inside you. Fucking you."
Harlan wiggled his hips, biting his lip again. "Faster," he whispered, remembering that they weren't in their own home.
"Don't want to hurt you," David gasped, but began to flex his hips, pulling back and thrusting forward.
"It's okay," Harlan encouraged, pushing back harder. "Please..."
David nodded and began to fuck his lover hard and fast, knowing it wouldn't take him long now.
Harlan pressed his face against the bed as they rocked. He knew wouldn't be able to come this time, but he wanted David to come.
"Yes!" David hissed, thrusting in hard a last time and releasing his seed into his lover.
Harlan moaned softly, collapsing against the bed. He was exhausted, and he felt slightly embarrassed for having this happen in front of so many people.
David pulled out and tucked himself back in his trousers, uncomfortably aware of people in the next room. There was a knock at the door. Manuel wanted to know if Harlan was okay.
Harlan reached back and slowly pulled up his jeans, trying to fix them as fast as he could.
"I think they could hear," David whispered, blushing a bit.
Harlan blushed too, moving to sit up on the bed. "We should probably leave before they ask a lot of questions, right?" he asked quietly.
"We work with them," David whispered. "It's not like we can avoid seeing them."
"Then what do we say?" Harlan asked, biting his lip.
"I'm not a bloody Muggle, I don't know what to tell them," David snapped, still whispering.
"We can tell them I have an illness... There's one that makes you do that, I think," Harlan said, looking down.
"That makes you have to fuck?" David asked, eyebrows arched.
"No, what happened in the bathroom," Harlan explained, blushing again.
"Do you know what it is called?" David asked.
"Uhm..." Harlan paused for a long moment, thinking hard. He didn't know too much about Muggle illnesses, but he remembered this one. "...I think...epilepsy."
There was a louder knock at the door. "You two okay in there?" Manuel called through it.
Harlan glanced at the door before he slowly got up. "Help me," he whispered, reaching out to hold onto David.
"Are you not better?" David asked, worried as helped him up.
"I'm tired," Harlan said softly, beginning to walk to the door. When they reached it he opened it, biting down on his lip as he looked at everyone outside. "Sorry..."
David stepped up beside him and put his arm around Harlan's shoulder. They were peppered with questions and David just shrugged. "He's doing better now," he said.
Harlan nodded, looking down. "I didn't mean to interrupt the party."
"What happened? Are you okay?" Manuel asked.
"I have epilepsy," Harlan lied quietly, shrugging. "It happens sometimes."
"I thought so," Mark said, sighing. "Would you like a ride back home?"
David looked to Harlan, letting him decide this.
Harlan glanced up at David and didn't see any kind of disapproval on his face, so he nodded, looking at Mark. "Thank you."
"Thank you for inviting us," David told Manuel politely.
"Yeah, thank you, really. And I'm sorry again. I had fun," Harlan said, smiling at them.
They said goodbye to everyone and followed Mark out to his car.
"I was really worried," Mark said as they walked to the car, glancing back at Harlan every now and then.
"I'm sorry," Harlan said quietly.
David held his hand tightly, not liking that Harlan felt bad about it.
Harlan glanced at their hands then looked down.
"Nah, don't be sorry," Mark replied, unlocking the car. "You can't help it." He opened the door for them.
David gestured to the car, helping his Harlan into the backseat before climbing in after him. He told Mark the address of their apartment, not completely comfortable with that but not knowing what else he could do about it.
Harlan rested his head on David's shoulder with a small sigh as Mark started the car and drove off in the direction of their home. The ride was quiet and Harlan found himself dozing off.
David pointed out their building when they got close and then woke his sleeping lover.
Harlan woke up and blinked.
Mark had already parked the car and was out, opening the door for them. "Morning, sleepy head," he said, smiling.
David frowned at the affectionate tone in the other man's voice. Mark reached to help Harlan from the car and David ground his teeth.
"Thank you," Harlan said, smiling sleepily at the man. Harlan stumbled getting out and fell into Mark, who caught him in his arms. David got quickly out of the car and reached for his lover.
Before Harlan knew what was happening he was being grabbed back into David's arms. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"Goodnight," David said firmly to Mark, and led his lover to their building.
"Night, Mark," Harlan said, glancing back at him before looking back to keep up with David's quick pace.
Mark waved, watching them go into the building with a small frown on his face. He turned and left after they went inside.