Chapter 11

“No, just someone walking over my grave.”

“You can tell me, you know.”

Harry fidgeted. “Tell you what?”

Charles looked down at him, laid so trustingly against him, naked and vulnerable. He smiled and kissed the top of his head. “You can tell me what troubles you, what had you running in the snow, what brought you to me.”

Harry scrunched up. He drew his legs up tight and burrowed tighter against him. “There’s nothing wrong.”

In that moment the ten years between them felt like a hundred. Charles kissed his head again. “If you say so, but you can always talk to me. I would never judge you.” He could feel the tension in Harry’s body as they sat silent, but then he uncurled in a sinuously beautiful movement and rolled over to straddle Charles’ lap. Charles caught him by the waist, a smile curving his lips as he watched Harry’s erection grow.

“Oh, to be twenty again,” he laughed. “Insatiable boy.”