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Harlan’s bored and slightly annoyed. He’s annoyed with himself because he can’t stop thinking about Cyrus. He’s annoyed with Cyrus because fuck, he’s never worked this hard for a man before. They've been doing this whole flirting thing for a while now but they haven’t made it official, they still haven’t gone on that date. So when Cody invites him to a party along with Luna, Blake and Everett, he jumps at the opportunity to distract himself.
As soon as they step through the gate to the backyard of whosoever house they were at, Luna heads towards Austin, and Blake and Everett head towards the bar that has been set up. Harlan scans the party to look for a familiar face.
He’s surprised to see Cyrus already there, lounging on a couch with an attractive guy sitting in front of him. Harlan watches them for a few minutes, noting the way the guy flirts with him and how he keeps leaning in to touch his thigh as he laughs.
He clenches his jaw and tries to keep his distance because he never was the clingy type and he’s not about to start now. He’s never the chaser. He’s always the one that is pursued and he likes it that way. He’s the predator, he knows that, but he loves the thrill of feeling like the prey. He especially loves it when Cyrus looks at him with those hungry eyes, except… except this time he’s got those hungry eyes locked on someone else. No, he’s not having it. Those eyes should be on him. Cyrus’ attention should be on him . He should be focused on trying to get Harlan, not whoever that nameless man is.
He’s trying to figure out how he can get Cyrus’ attention back on himself when he spots Cody standing across the yard, close to where Cyrus and that guy were. He smirks.
Perfect.
He makes sure to walk in Cyrus’ line of view as he heads towards Cody.
This oughta get his attention.
Cyrus briefly looks at him before his attention goes back to the guy in front of him and he can’t help the frown that forms on his face.
Seriously, what the fuck?
What the fuck does a guy have to do to get some fucking attention around here?
He finally reaches Cody who gives him a smile and holds out a joint for him. He accepts it gratefully. His eyes drift back to Cyrus and to his pleasure, he’s actually watching him with a dark look in his eyes. He smirks, leaning closer to Cody so he can light the joint that’s between his lips.
Cyrus watches them carefully and he can’t help but preen under his gaze. Then, that son of a bitch puts his hand back on Cyrus’ thigh, drawing his attention back towards him. He clenches his jaw and takes a drag of his joint. Cody pats him on the back before heading over towards someone calling his name. He ignores him. He can’t take his eyes off Cyrus. He watches as his eyes light up over something the guy had said and he just can’t. That should be him but fuck him.
Before he can storm off in a rage, Blake slides up beside him, nudging him with her shoulder.
“Isn’t that your man?” She asks.
“Not my man,” he snaps, because if he was he wouldn’t be entertaining that son of a bitch as much as he was.
“But you want him to be, don’t you?”
He shrugs.
Of course he does. He wants it so bad but he’s never one to admit these things. He’s supposed to be the one that doesn’t care. The one that doesn’t date. The one that doesn’t do relationships. But, fuck , if he doesn’t want all that and more with Cyrus. He wants nothing more.
“You do, don’t even lie. I see it in your eyes. The way you look at him. The way you smell when you’re angry that he’s with someone else,” she says.
He raises an eyebrow as he looks at her. “You can smell me?”
“That’s besides the point.” She shakes her head. “I know you want him so go fucking get him. Unless you want him to end up with someone who isn’t afraid to go after what they want or commit to a relationship.”
He sucks in a small breath, absolutely hating the thought of someone else calling Cyrus their boyfriend.
Fuck that, Cyrus is his and he’s going to let everyone at that party know.
He nods and Blake smirks.
“Atta boy, go get him.” She slaps his back.
He heads towards Cyrus with purpose and Cyrus looks at him as he storms over.
Before Cyrus can even utter a single word, he has planted himself directly on his lap, arm looped around his neck.
Cyrus raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push him away. Instead, he pulls him closer. One hand is at his waist and the other is grabbing the joint from his fingers.
“Hey, handsome,” Cyrus says. “You missed me that much?”
Harlan just grunts out an answer, turning to look at the guy that is sitting across from them.
He’s watching them with a barely disguised look of anger.
He smirks.
That’s right asshole, he’s mine.
Cyrus chuckles, sensing the tension, but he doesn’t say anything. He only takes a drag of Harlan’s joint. Before he can release the smoke, Harlan grabs him by the jaw and turns his head so he could blow the smoke directly into Harlan’s mouth. He sucks it in before pressing his lips to Cyrus’.
Cyrus’ arm tightens around his waist and he can’t help but be satisfied with Cyrus’ possessive hold.
That ought to teach that man a lesson about going after things that weren’t his.
Once they break apart, he turns his head to look at the guy again but the seat is empty. He sighs as he relaxes further against Cyrus.
“What was that, baby?” Cyrus asks.
“What?” Harlan asks, raising an eyebrow, pretending to be confused.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Harlan,” he says. “You jealous?”
Harlan shifts,
“No.”
Cyrus smirks.
“Fuck you. You did that on purpose?”
“Definitely not.”
“Asshole.” Harlan tries to get up but Cyrus grabs him by the throat and pulls him into another toe curling kiss.
Fuck, if this is satisfaction Cyrus feels after his bout of jealousy and proving that Harlan is his, he can see the appeal.