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It was the aftermath of another goddamn case that ended in a shootout, like most cases these days do. They were in their shared apartment. Well, it was technically Perry’s apartment, but Harry had just been living there for an extended period of time. Perry was cleaning up Harry’s wounds for the fifteenth time that week (no, not exaggerating). Harry kept moving and wincing every five seconds after Perry did so much as clean a cut with a Q-tip, even though he was barely applying any pressure to the guy. Jesus, there were so many cuts and scratches on him that they’d might as well be here all day.

“Hold still, Lockhart.” Perry muttered, holding Harry’s face with one hand so he’d stay still. “It’s just gonna hurt more if you keep moving.” Harry gritted his teeth as Perry continued to patch him up, being surprisingly gentle about it. It wasn’t like Perry van Shrike to be gentle at all, especially after Harry had almost gotten them both killed. Again. Harry wasn’t complaining, of course, because why would he? As long as he had an excuse to be with Perry, he’d take it.

“I’m trying, okay? This really- Ow! Fucking hurts!” Harry replied, letting out another ‘ow!’ as Perry pressed the Q-tip into a particularly bad open gash on his arm. Perry absolutely hated seeing Harry in pain, but Jesus would he be lying if he said that it wasn’t Harry’s fault that he’d gotten hurt this badly. If only he’d just listened and stayed behind Perry, this never would have happened. Well, he still would have gotten hurt, but not as bad, you know? Perry let out an exaggerated sigh as he grabbed some gauze on the table next to him, wrapping it around Harry’s stinging wrist. Then, he reached over and grabbed a roll of tape, ripping a piece and applying it to the bandage to ensure that it stayed on. Then, he started applying small bandaids to each cut on Harry’s face, making sure he didn’t hurt him too much. Harry closed his eyes as the detective diligently worked on him, letting out a quiet but contented sigh. He had to admit: he really liked this, more than he’d ever like to reveal out loud. God, he loved Perry when he was kind and tender, even though he rarely was. No. He just loved Perry, is all.

“You okay, chief?” Perry asked, a hint of concern in his tone of voice that was very much noticeable. “You took a pretty bad hit back there, you know?” He moved Harry’s tousled hair out of his face a bit, a faint smile creeping up his lips as he watched Harry’s beautiful hazel eyes open back up. He noticed Harry blush a little, but chose not to say anything about it.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” Perry wanted to just kiss him right then and there. But of course, he refrained. He remembered what had happened the last time he kissed Harry, back in the alleyway while they were trying to hide the body of that Veronica girl. He didn’t think Harry felt the same way. He was straight after all, wasn’t he?

God, he needed to stop thinking about Harry that way. He was just his assistant. His idiotic, annoying, moronic assistant. He could have any man in the world, and he chose Harry Lockhart out of all people? He was doomed. So incredibly doomed.

After a while, Perry had started to finish bandaging him up. He stared at Harry’s now non-bleeding face, admiring his work. “Feeling better?” He asked, grinning.

Harry smiled, and Perry had to stop himself from looking a bit too long at it. “Yeah. Thank you.” He hopped off the counter that he was sitting on, turning back to face Perry. “...Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Perry thought about it for a second. Of course he wanted to! It was just another reason to get closer to him. But because he’s an emotionally repressed P.I, and because if his father saw him right now he’d probably call him another homophobic slur, he turned down the offer, making up some bullshit excuse as to why he couldn’t.

“I can’t. I’ve got a lot of paperwork.” He noticed Harry’s face falter a bit, immediately regretting his decision but still not saying anything about it.

“...That’s alright. Maybe another time?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

Harry walked away to go upstairs before Perry could even change his mind. Goddamnit. He doesn’t know why he’s like this. Why can’t he just be honest to the guy for once and admit that he’s been in love with him since the night he saw him at that party? He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled blonde hair. He had to tell the truth sooner or later; he couldn’t just keep leading him on like this. Is this why his past relationships never worked out? What was he talking about? He’s never even been in a committed relationship with a guy if it wasn’t just sex. It was always the same damn thing: he’d bring a guy home, probably from some gay bar or some shit, fuck him, and the guy would’ve been gone by the morning. He didn’t want that to be the case with Harry. He was just…scared of losing him, I guess. He loves the guy, he really does.

Fuck.

Harry sat in his room, lying on his bed. God, he couldn’t get Perry out of his mind. What the hell was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be feeling like this towards the guy who has explicitly told him before that he’s wanted nothing to do with him since the day they met. But he still didn’t understand why Perry was being so nice to him all of a sudden. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this towards his boss of all people, but god, he just couldn’t help himself. He loves Perry. There, he said it. He loves him more than he’d ever like to admit to Perry himself. He groaned, rolling over to lay on his side. How the hell was he going to tell Perry about this? God, he felt like a middle schooler with a crush and he hated it. He sighed, sitting up. He needed to clear his head, maybe go for a smoke out on the balcony.

He stood up out of bed, walking downstairs to the kitchen where he saw Perry making bacon even though it was almost midnight. He’d only been living with Perry for a month and he’d been loving every second of it. Well, loving some of it; he still had never gotten over the time he tried to make breakfast for Perry and almost cut another finger off because turns out “you actually need your index for that, you dumb fuck.” He smiled at the sight of Perry, although he knew Perry hadn’t seen it, and then went outside. Perry heard the sliding door open and close and just assumed it was Harry, so he didn’t move from the kitchen.

Harry stood on the balcony, staring at the dark but vibrant sky above, the moon shining down on him like a spotlight. He took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, putting one to his mouth and lighting it. He thought about Perry, about this new life, about Harmony who moved back to Indiana and was now living with her new boyfriend named ‘Derrick’ or something (Harry met him once, cool guy). But most importantly, Perry kept resurfacing in his mind. He just couldn’t seem to get the guy out of his head. He spewed the grey smoke from his cigarette, staring down below. Perry was right: he was pathetic. A moron, even. He thought about Perry’s words the day they both left the hospital.

“Don’t steal anymore shit. You’re not a punk.”

Harry let out a shaky breath at the thought. Then, he realized something: he had actually listened to Perry. He hadn’t stolen anything since that day. His eyes had started to get watery, his hand started to shake as he blew smoke from his mouth again, and- Wait, was he tearing up? Jesus, he had started to cry just from thinking about the guy. Seriously, what was wrong with him? His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sliding glass door open, followed by Perry’s voice. Harry quickly wiped his eyes, turning around to face him.

“Food’s done. I made bacon. You want some?”

“...Bacon? Its-”

“It’s midnight, I know, shut the fuck up. You want some or not?”

“Yeah, actually-”

Perry winced as the cold wind hit his face. “Goddamnit, it's freezing out here. What the hell were you doing out here anyway?” Perry walked more out on the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him. “And you don’t even have a damn jacket on? You trying to catch a cold or what?”

“Oh, uhh, I was just out here for a smoke. I didn’t even realize it was that cold.” He released a final blow of smoke from the cigarette, throwing it off the balcony and putting the pack of cigarettes back in his pocket. Obviously, that was complete bullshit; he knew it was cold out and had only came outside because it was quiet, just him and his thoughts. But the ‘just out here for a smoke’ part? That was true. Perry had so many questions that he knew were not going to be answered.

“Just get the fuck inside…” He muttered, turning away to go back inside, opening the door for Harry. Harry followed him back inside, closing the door behind him. He saw two paper plates with bacon on them next to each other at the dinner table. He pulled his chair out, sitting down and beginning to eat. Specifically eat with his hands even though Perry had placed a perfectly good fork next to the plate. Perry glanced at the man who was unfortunately his assistant, rolling his eyes as he ate his bacon with a fork.

About ten minutes later they had both finished eating, Perry immediately taking his and Harry’s plate and throwing them in the trash because he knew the incompetent little fuck that was Harry Lockhart would somehow screw that up as well. But, fuck, he still loved him. Speaking of fuck, he wanted to do that as well. But that's for another time. He put his fork in the sink with the other few utensils and dishes that he planned on washing in the morning. Harry yawned, stretching as he did so, causing his shirt to ride up just the tiniest amount. Perry might’ve glanced a little, but at least he didn’t full on stare.

“I’m gonna head to bed now. It’s like, what, twelve-thirty in the morning?” Harry sleepily said. Perry thought he looking fucking adorable.

“Yeah, want me to tuck you in too, dipshit?” Perry couldn’t help but reply. He couldn’t help but fuck with him, even if he wasn’t madly in love with him. Harry let out a small laugh, which Perry loved as well. He loved making Harry, his Harry, laugh; he’d do anything to just see him smile for god sake.

“Fuck off.” Harry replied as a half-laugh, not actually meaning it. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Perry so badly wanted to follow that up with an “I love you.”

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Harry woke up to the smell of coffee on his bedside table. He opened his eyes, groggily sitting up on his bed. He noticed a note next to the coffee, it read:

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‘Not home, working on a case. Be back in an hour or two. Made this for you so you don’t burn the house down trying to make your own.’

- Perry
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Harry rolled his eyes at the note. Classic Perry, abandoning Harry to go on a case that he never bothered to inform Harry about. Whatever, at least he made coffee. He took the cup, taking a sip as he started to walk to the kitchen, taking in the empty surrounding of just him and the furniture, no Perry in sight. It felt so…empty without him. Even though he wasn’t gone forever, it sure as hell felt like it. He decided to pass the time by watching a movie, since by the time it finished Perry would be home. But before he could even do anything, the door came flying open, and inside came a battered and bruised Perry, shutting the door behind him.

“Son of a bitch, what the fuck happened to you?” Harry immediately said, running straight to Perry to take a closer look at his wounds. They weren’t as bad as the ones Perry had to clean last night, but he was still cut pretty bad.

“Almost got shot…Again. Got into a fist fight with some motherfuckers wearing ski masks…Jesus Christ.” He coughed, holding his chest. Harry was sent into an immediate state of panic.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna clean you up, alright? Take a shower first and I’ll get all the stuff you need.”

“Do you even know how to apply a bandage, fuckhead?”

“...No, but-”

“Just, forget about it, okay? I got it.”

“Perry, you’re literally bleeding-”

“I’m fine, okay? Just- Just shut up. I can deal with it-” He coughed. “-myself.” Perry lightly pushed him aside, heading for the bathroom. Harry watched as he left, feeling absolutely awful, even though he couldn’t have done anything to prevent this from happening. He hated seeing Perry in pain.

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“Alright, alright, hold still.” Harry said, pressing in on one of Perry’s deep cuts with the cotton swab. Harry had managed to convince Perry to let him take care of him because ‘it’s only fair, isn’t it?’

“I am, dipshit.” Perry muttered under his breath, wanting to be anywhere else than here right now. Honestly, it was kind of funny watching Harry try to wrap the gauze around Perry’s arm; he had to stop himself from laughing. But hey, at least he tried, right?

Eventually, Perry got Harry to stop trying to patch him up and insisted that he could do it himself. Harry kept asking Perry if he was sure, like he didn’t think Perry knew what he was doing, which was ironic coming from him because he’s Harry Lockhart of all people.

“Just- Just stop, okay? I told you, I got this, I don’t need your help, chief.” Perry insisted, taping the bandage on his arm himself since Harry’s incompetent ass couldn’t do it. Harry frowned.

“What? No, I have to do it, it’s only fair. You helped me, so why can’t I help you?”

“I don’t need your help, Harry!” Perry raised his voice just slightly.

“You always say that! Why can’t you just trust me? Why are you always so distant?”

Perry paused, taking in the sentence. Fuck, Harry was right. He was distant, both literally and figuratively. He had been so caught up in trying to mask his feelings for Harry the past year that he’d unknowingly been acting more of a dick to him than usual. Was he just projecting onto him? He had only himself to blame, and partly his father who had raised him into being a cold, emotionally unavailable, asshole of a kid. You know what, no, he didn’t even raise him for fuck sake, he just beat the shit out of him while simultaneously just so happening to have custody of him. What the fuck was he supposed to tell him? That he had been falling in love with him since last Christmas and every day he falls even more? He had to say something to him, anything.

“...I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly from Perry’s words. He had never heard Perry apologize in his goddamn life, let alone to him of all people. God, he wanted to hug Perry so bad, to hold him close and never let him go. But he didn’t.

“Look, I’ve- I’ve gotta go.”

“Perry, you aren’t going anywhere, you’re hurt.”

“I’ve dealt with worse, I can handle it.”

Harry sighed. “...Fine. Get better soon, I guess.”

Perry felt like such a dick at that moment. God fucking damnit, why couldn’t he just tell him? He should go up to the balcony. Probably for a smoke. You know what, no. He’ll just go up there to…stare at the sky, maybe. Just to be there with his thoughts. He quietly sighed, walking out of the bathroom to go to the balcony, his wrists still lightly burning. Harry watched him go, a frown visible on his face. Perry would never find out about Harry’s feelings toward him if he didn’t say them sooner or later. He wanted nothing more than to help Perry, but he couldn’t do that if Perry wasn’t going to help himself. Maybe he really didn’t like him after all.

Perry walked up to the balcony, staring emptily into the sky. He noticed his stomach starting to hurt, realizing he should have eaten something before he left. He thought about Harry. He sighed. He was such a fucking asshole to him earlier. He felt like shit just thinking about him. His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard the sliding glass door open. Who the fuck was it now?

“...Perry?” Oh. It was Harry.

“Not right now, Harold. I just need to clear my head.”

Harry closed the sliding door, walking closer until he was right next to Perry.

“...Are you okay?” He asked, a sincere look of concern on his face, no doubt he didn’t care about him. Because…he did. He really did.

“I’m fine. He was in fact not fine; his wrists hurt like hell even with the bandages on them, and he still couldn’t get Harry out of his head, no matter how hard he tried to think about something, anything else.

Harry wasn’t putting up with Perry’s bullshit, though. He knew there was something wrong. But knowing Perry, he’d rather get shot again than admit he wasn’t okay. And that he understood.

“I know you aren’t okay, Perry. But I also know that I’ll never get a clear answer out of you.”

Those words hit Perry like a fucking truck.

“...I’ll just…leave you out here, alright? I’m gonna make breakfast.”

Perry sighed, knowing he should’ve said something to prevent Harry from going into the kitchen and probably burn the house down. But he was too tired to argue, so he just watched as he went back inside. Perry lightly shivered, the cold getting to him. Jesus, had it always been this cold? He sighed, deciding to go back inside because he did not want to deal with a Harry Lockhart taking care of a sick Perry. He went back inside, closing the sliding door as he saw Harry making grilled cheese. Harry Lockhart? Making food that's not cereal? Well I’ll be goddamned.

“You know, you’re paying for the damages if my house burns down.” Perry said, half-joking, half-serious. He didn’t even know why Harry was making food for the both of them. Maybe he was just…being nice? Yeah, definitely that. Not like he actually cared about him. He was just here for the damn paycheck.

Harry sighed, not looking up from his cooking. He was about halfway finished, and he hadn’t started a fire at all! That sounded like an achievement. “Just let me do something nice for you for once. You’re always doing everything around the house.”

Perry couldn’t argue with that one; I mean, this was his house, after all. He walked up next to Harry cooking, watching him actually make grilled cheese correctly. As he watched, he lazily rested his hand on the small of Harry’s back, making Harry jump lightly but eventually relaxing into the touch. Perry must’ve done it out of reflex since he didn’t even notice at first. He rubbed his thumb against Harry’s back slightly, and Harry melted into the touch, almost forgetting that he was supposed to be making food.

“...You’re doing a good job.” Perry said, genuinely sincere for once. Harry smiled, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

“Thanks. It’s almost done, so you can sit at the table, alright?”

“Alright.”

Perry ruffled Harry’s already fucked up hair, walking and sitting down at the dinner table. They felt so…domestic. It kind of scared him. Was he weirded out from his hand on his back? Was Harry just too scared to say anything? God, he had fucked this up already, didn’t he? He always does this. Perry’s thoughts were cut short as Harry placed the plate of two diagonally cut grilled cheese sandwiches in front of him. Harry placed another plate next to Perry, pushing his seat out to sit next to him. Perry looked at the food: it was only slightly burnt, which was a big improvement. Perry smiled. Harry had always done these small acts of kindness for him that just made him fall more and more in love, like opening the door for him for example. If only he could just admit his feelings like a man, and stop refusing to come to terms that he and Harry are not just friends.

Harry glanced at him, noticing him deep in thought. The way he looked while he was thinking…it was so fucking hot. Harry took a bite of his sandwich, glancing at Perry every now and then to see if he would start eating as well. Eventually, Perry took a small bite, chewing with his mouth closed as his brain was consumed with thoughts of that son of a bitch assistant of his. Harry lightly smiled, glad that Perry was at least trying a sample of his cooking.

“You like it?” He asked, hopeful.

“It’s…alright. At least it wasn’t char like last time.”

“...Hey, that was only one time!” Harry started to laugh at Perry’s comment, earning a small grin from the blonde as he stared at Harry, glad that he was enjoying himself. God, he could fall asleep to that laugh. Perry quickly looked away. What the hell was he thinking? This was his assistant, for fuck sake! And…And they already had an established friendship that he couldn’t risk losing. Harry would probably freak out if he found out that Perry even took a small liking to him. Damnit, the thought scared Perry to death. He was dating Harmony, wasn’t he?

Eventually, they had both finished eating and Perry threw the paper plates away. “...Do you want to watch that movie?” He asked, grinning like an idiot as he watched Harry’s face light up. He was so fucking cute it hurt.

“Really? You- You aren’t gonna get up during the movie to do something?”

“No. Promise.”

Harry, without warning, threw his arms around Perry’s torso, hugging him and holding him close. Perry’s eyes slightly widened, but he slowly succumbed to the feeling, resting his arms around Harry’s chest. It felt so amazing to finally hug him. He smelt like…conditioner and grilled cheese. A weird combo, yes, but Perry loved it. As Harry buried his face into Perry’s neck, Perry felt his face start to get a little…hot? Shit. Was he blushing? He knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way towards his, and I cannot stretch this enough, assistant, but he just couldn’t fucking help himself. He was so beautiful, so kind, so caring, he-

“You wanna watch ‘Lethal Weapon?’” Of course his thoughts were interrupted yet again. Jesus Christ, how many times was that going to happen? Whatever, it's Harry speaking, so he has to listen. He thought about the question for a second. He fucking loves ‘Lethal Weapon,’ and getting to watch it with Harry, of all people? He hopes they do more than just watching a movie.

“Yeah. Whatever you want.” He casually replied, smiling. He watched as Harry’s face beamed. He was so fucking handsome that it genuinely made Perry sick.

“Great! You- You want any snacks?”

“...What the fuck do you think?”

“...Okay. Put in the DVD while I’m gone!” He quickly yelled that last part as he sprinted to the pantry, making sure to get the chips that Perry liked, doing absolutely anything to impress him.

Perry hummed, crouching down to look for it on their DVD shelf that definitely had about two hundred dollars worth of movies on it. It only took about fifteen seconds for him to find it, since they put their favorites near the top of the shelf and their “the movie was alright but I wouldn’t watch it again” movies near the bottom. He opened the case, putting the disc in the player and turning the TV on. He sat on the couch, watching the menu screen as he waited for Harry, a smile still plastered on his face. He was so excited to finally be able to spend time with Harry that he was getting anxious just thinking about him. He knew he wouldn’t fuck this up; he’s Perry van Shrike for fuck sake.

Harry didn’t take too long, quickly coming back with a bunch of his and Perry’s favorite snacks (Doritos, Sour Patch Kids, Salt & Vinegar chips, etc.).

“Jesus, you got the whole damn pantry there?” Perry questioned, finding it hilarious how such a small person like Harry could carry that much shit.

“You like this stuff, don’t you?” Harry replied, setting the snacks down between the two of them.

“...Yeah.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

Well, he couldn’t really argue with that. He grabbed the remote, pressing play to the movie. Every time that there was a scene that didn’t have any dialogue, Harry would just say a shit ton of facts about the movie, like Perry actually cared. Well, he did, but Harry didn’t need to know that. About forty minutes into the movie, Harry’s head moved to rest on Perry’s shoulder. Perry glanced at him to see if he was still awake, and yes, his eyes were wide open. He stiffened a bit at the sudden physical contact, but he quickly began to enjoy it.

“Tired?”

“A little. I might fall asleep on you if that's okay.”

“Thats fine.”

As the movie went on, Perry would occasionally check in on Harry by asking if he was still awake, and Harry would usually respond with a quiet hum. About an hour into the movie, Perry asked if he was still awake. Harry softly snored in response. Perry sighed, knowing he had fallen asleep. He managed to get Harry off of his shoulder by lightly putting him down on the couch, used the remote to turn off the TV, and then put the disc back in its respective case. Perry put the DVD back on the shelf, walking back over to look and see if Harry was actually sleeping. Yep, he was. Perry smiled, just watching him sleep for a moment. He looked so peaceful and so…adorable. But he quickly got rid of those thoughts, picking Harry up to take him to his bedroom because he knew his back would hurt in the morning if he fell asleep on the couch.

He quietly winced as he carried him, his bandaged wrists starting to sting again. He carried him upstairs to his bedroom, placing him gently on the bed. He carefully put the covers over him, making sure not to wake him up. Perry looked at the clock on the wall: 1:28 PM, it read. Goddamnit, it was already the afternoon? How long did Harry stay up last night? Oh. That’s right. They were both up at midnight eating bacon. Perry sighed, looking back at Harry’s incredibly gorgeous sleeping face.

He leaned down in front of Harry, getting a close up of his face. He smiled, softly pressing his lips against his forehead. He quickly pulled back. Shit. He shouldn’t have done that. He’s sleeping, goddamnit! But that quickly got out of his head. He started to wonder what it would feel like to sleep next to Harry. God, what was he thinking? You know what, fuck it. He slowly got in under the covers next to the sleeping Harold, being extra cautious than usual; he was sleeping with him, after all. Not in the sex way, but in just the sleeping way. He knew better than to take advantage of Harry. He pulled the covers up to his and Harry’s mouths, moving over to rest on his side behind him. This was going to be one hell of a sight to wake up to in the morning, that's for sure…

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Perry woke up to the feeling of something on his chest. Then he heard a groan. So, reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and what did he see? Harry fucking Lockhart laying on his chest. Thats right, laying on his chest. His arms were wrapped around Perry’s waist, his face buried in his chest, quietly snoring into it. Perry smiled at the sight. He was so goddamn adorable. Perry looked at the clock: 5:57 PM. Jesus, they really slept for that long? But then Perry’s mind wandered: what if he wakes up and gets mad at me for sleeping with him? Shit, he was going to think that he was a weirdo for this. Perry will never hear the end of it. He’ll probably-

“Perry…?” Perry heard Harry’s groggy morning voice, his voice muffled in Perry’s shirt. This was so fucking awkward. What the hell was he supposed to say to him?

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“Afternoon.” He replied, casually. Harry immediately sat up, realizing that he was in bed with his goddamn boss.

“Wait, fuck, since when did we sleep together?”

Goddamnit. What was he supposed to say now? That he just slept with him because he felt like it? No, fuck that. He had to make up some kind of excuse.

“I was tired. Didn’t think you’d mind.”

Harry’s brain was working overdrive now. ‘Why would he sleep with me just because he’s tired? Why didn’t he just sleep in his own bed? Does he…Does he actually like me?’ What the fuck was he thinking, Perry would rather die than even kiss him. But, still, why did he sleep with him? Harry sighed, standing from the bed.

“I’m gonna make dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes. Dinner.”

“It’s 6:00 PM.”

“...Well we’re eating dinner.”

Perry watched as Harry exited the bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen. When the hell was he going to admit to Harry that he loves him so much that it actually scared the shit out of him? Never, at this rate. Perry sighed, trying to stop thinking about him even though that's all he thinks about these days, even when he was working on a case. He stood up from the bed, stretching. God, his back was sore. Whatever, it was worth it. That was the best sleep he had in a while, anyways. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, noticing a cup of coffee on the counter, in Perry’s favorite mug that said ‘Gay & Tired’. Perry smiled. Fuck, that stupid Harry Lockhart always knows how to make him grin like an idiot from the most simplest shit. He took a sip from the cup, noticing Harry at the kitchen counter trying to make scrambled eggs but failing miserably. Why the hell was he making breakfast for dinner? Oh, that's right, it’s Harry Lockhart we’re talking about here. Perry smirked, holding back a laugh from the sight.

“You okay over there?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him. He stood next to him, watching him cook. He placed his hand on the small of his back again, not eliciting a reaction from Harry this time. He just kind of…accepted it? It’s like he was used to it, even though Perry had only done it once, and now twice. Harry sighed, turning off the stove and absolutely giving up.

“Fuck this shit, we’ll just, order a pizza or something.”

“...Okay.”

Perry couldn’t really argue with pizza. He watched as Harry threw the discolored ass eggs in the trash. Seriously, they were black, they were so burnt. Perry liked it when he did these small nice things for him, even if he fucked them up most if not all of the time.

Harry took out his shitty flip phone. “What do you want?”

“...Cheese.”

Perry watched as Harry called up Pizza Hut, saying the regular shit you say when placing an order; two large cheese pizza’s, their address (obviously), blah blah blah. Perry just sort of…awkwardly watched him on the phone, leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. God, Harry’s amber eyes looked beautiful at this angle- No. Stop it. He’s not even supposed to be attracted to this guy. There’s literally so many reasons on why he should’ve never even accepted the offer to give him detective lessons. He started to think for a second: why did he accept the offer to give him detective lessons? He absolutely hated the fucker from the beginning, even though his brain kept saying “hey, he’s kind of cute” while he was actively yelling at him when the moron threw his gun in the lake. This fuckass crush was getting so bad that he had even dreamt about him last night! He needed to get his shit together. There’s no way-

“Alright. Thanks.”

How many times were Perry’s thoughts going to be interrupted in a day?

Harry closed his phone, putting it back in his pocket. “Should be here in about an hour. Don’t eat anything before then.”

Perry nodded in response. “Yeah. I’m- I’m gonna go to my room now. Got a lot of…paperwork, you know?” That was a lie, by the way; he just wanted an excuse to be alone with his thoughts that were somehow filled to the brim with the motherfucker that was Harry Lockhart.

Harry sighed. Goddamnit, it was always paperwork with this handsome son a bitch. “Yeah, I’ll tell you when it’s here.”

Perry headed for his room upstairs, that just so happened to be right next to Harry’s, closing the door behind him.

Now, Harry was left alone with his thoughts. He glanced at the floor. Geez, when was he ever going to admit his feelings to the guy? He walked over to the living room, lying down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Jesus, could his thoughts be any louder? Now he could understand why Perry thought he had attention span problems; his brain could never shut the fuck up and he always jumps from one topic to the other, but especially when he was thinking about or talking to Perry. Whatever, he couldn’t even bother to get tested for anything anyways; it’s not like it even mattered. He really needed advice. Relationship advice. He’s never even been in a relationship with a guy before, even though he literally identifies as bisexual. God, this shit was just so confusing. He dramatically sighed, sitting up. He needed advice. Badly. Wait, fuck, was it ‘bad’ or ‘badly’? You know what, fuck adverbs, let’s just say he really needed advice. So, he decided to call up the person who has more experience dating guys more than anyone he knows. No, not Perry.

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“Wait, back up, you- you like Perry? Like, like like?”

Yeah. He was calling Harmony, shut up. She’s his only other friend besides Perry.

“Yes, okay? Look, if you aren’t gonna help me-”

“No Harry, that’s not what I meant!” He could hear a sigh from the other end of the phone. “I’ll help you, alright?”

Harry’s face lit up. “Alright, perfect! Look, I’m trying to ask him out. Maybe take him out to a…restaurant or something, I don’t know!”

“Yes! That’s perfect, do that!”

“Okay, okay. Should I…Should I make a reservation for tomorrow night? I- I kind of already ordered food.”

“Look, Harry, here's what you’re gonna do: you’re gonna wear something nice, not that hoodie I see you wear all the time, take him out to a nice restaurant, and then ask him to be your boyfriend at dinner. Got it?”

“...It’s- It’ll be that easy?”

“Well, only if he says yes. Which he will!”

Harry could hear some muffled sounds of speaking over the phone from a different voice, probably her boyfriend. He rolled his eyes.

“Shit, sorry Harry, I gotta go! Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, I- I got this.”

“Okay, good, call me when he says yes!”

“I will.”

And with that, he hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket. Why was she so confident that Perry would say yes to dating him? He wasn’t even sure if the guy saw him as a friend, let alone a damn boyfriend. Damnit, he was gonna screw this up, wasn’t he? He really needed to stop being so negative all of the time. He was going to date Perry, and they were going to make out in their parked car after the date. Okay, well he wasn’t certain about that last part, but he really hoped that it’d happen.

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Perry lied down in his bed, reading some shitty noir book that he didn’t actually care about, doing literally anything at this point to take his mind off of Harry Lockhart. His head was starting to hurt. He groaned, using a candy wrapper as a bookmark and putting the book back on his dresser. He rolled over on his side, holding his head. God, where did this migraine come from all of a sudden? Harry. What? No, that wasn’t possible. Who gets a headache from just thinking about their fucking assistant? It was probably the light shining through the window; Perry hated that, it always gave him a migraine that lasted for hours, so he always wore sunglasses when going out to places that had a lot of lights and shit. He really didn’t feel like taking anything for it right now. Maybe he should just…sleep it off? You know what, yeah, that's a good idea. He threw the blanket over himself, shutting his eyes. He was just going to rest his eyes for a second. Well, he was, until his bedroom door swung open.

“Foods here.”

Harry noticed the position Perry was lying in: blanket over himself, pillow on top of his head. His face fell, immediately noticing that something was wrong.

“...I’ll get you some Tylenol.”

Harry could hear a muffled ‘thanks’ from underneath the blankets. He smiled, quietly shutting the door so it didn’t make a lot of noise. He walked back downstairs, putting a slice of cheese pizza on a paper plate. He opened the fridge, taking out a cold water bottle, closing the fridge. He walked over to the medicine cabinet, taking out the pill bottle and carefully shaking two pills into his hands (because he knew it was already that bad). He took everything with him, going back upstairs and opening Perry’s bedroom door again.

“I got you your stuff.” Perry sat up at his words.

He placed the plate down on Perry’s bedside table for him to eat when he was done taking the pills.

“Here.” He handed the bottle and tablets to him, watching as he immediately took them. He smiled; he liked taking care of Perry, even though he wasn’t even sick and just had a headache. He grabbed the plate from the dresser, placing it in front of Perry to eat when he wanted to. He sat on the bed, moving closer to sit right next to him. While he was lying on the couch in the living room before, he had looked up ‘how to tell someone you like them without saying it’, and one of the answers he got was physical touch. He decided to try it out for himself, carefully moving his hand so that it was directly next to Perry’s. Then, he slowly guided his fingers to rest on the top of his palm, his hand now laying on top of his. He anxiously began to interlock his fingers with the other mans, their fingers now completely connected with each other. Harry glanced at the blonde, making sure that he wasn’t uncomfortable with this. Perry’s face was now the equivalent of a tomato, and he wasn’t pulling away, so he took that as an answer that Perry was enjoying it.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, his thumb starting to slightly rub the back of Perry’s hand. Perry glanced around the room, looking anywhere but at Harry’s face. His heart was racing a mile a minute he was so anxious.

“Yeah.” He muttered, still not believing that Harry was actually doing this. Their hands were literally intertwined. Does this…Does this mean something? With his free hand, he started to eat the pizza that was placed before him, awkwardly peering back at Harry as he chewed. Harry was just smiling at him since he was glad this was working. Harmony was gonna have a field day with this one. Harry started to lean in a bit closer to the other man, eventually pressing his lips against his cheek. Perry’s eyes widened, his blush spreading to his ears.

“Harry?”

Harry smirked, planting another peck before pulling back.

“Yeah?”

“...What the hell are you doing?” Harry’s smirk widened, noticing how Perry’s entire face was starting to turn red.

“Nothing.”

Perry’s eyes narrowed, trying to keep the emotionally repressed persona up. There was no way he was going to tell Harry that he wanted him to do that again but on his lips. He scoffed, wiping the kiss off of his cheek.

“…Alright, get out.”

The smirk instantly disappeared off of his face. “...What?”

“Get the fuck out of my room.”

“...Seriously?-”

“Get out.”

Harry’s face fell, letting go of Perry’s hand and standing up from the bed.”

“...Are- Are you sure?-”

“Yes.”

Harry quietly sighed, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

Perry lied down on the bed, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. He just…He had just kicked Harry–the guy he’d been crushing on for over a year, mind you–out of his bedroom for kissing his cheek?! God, he was such a fucking idiot. He placed the plate back on his dresser, lying on his back to stare at the ceiling. He thought about the entire interaction a second time, tears starting to form in his eyes. Why did he do that?! He rolled back on his side, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He was so fucking pathetic. His breath hitched, finally letting the tears fall from his face. He hadn’t cried since he was…well, he didn’t actually know, maybe since he was a kid. He fucked it all up; Harry probably hated him now.

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“Seriously, I- I don’t know what I did wrong! First we were just holding hands and he didn’t seem to care, and then when I kissed his cheek he told me to leave! Did- Did I do something wrong?” Harry stammered, ranting to Harmony over the phone about everything that had happened.

“No, Harry, you didn’t do anything wrong. He’s probably just scared. You know how he is sometimes.”

Harry scoffed. “Scared? Are we talking about the same Perry here?”

Harmony sighed over the phone. “He’s just scared of admitting his feelings to you, Harry.”

Harry paused. “...Are you sure he even likes me?”

“Are you kidding? Of course he does! I’ve seen the way he looks at you! I called him once to ask how you were and he wouldn’t stop talking about you for like, an hour! Harry, he loves you, he’s just horrible at showing it.”

Harry’s eyes slightly widened. He…He really did like him after all?

“...He…He does?”

“I promise you he does. Did you make the reservation for the date?”

“Yeah, yeah I did.” Harry’s voice started to shake, thinking about how the dinner would go. He really hoped Harmony wasn’t lying and that Perry actually liked him, loved him, even. “I- I’m just really nervous.”

“Don’t be. You got this Harry, trust me.”

Harry nodded, feeling reassured by her words.

“Yeah. I- I can do this. I’ll call you back after the date tomorrow, alright?”

“You better be dating by then.”

“We will. Promise.”

Harry paused again. “...And, Harmony?”

“Yeah?”

“...Thank you.”

Harmony smiled on the other end of the line. “...You’re welcome. Good luck.”

Harry hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket. He was so fucking nervous thinking about how this would turn out. No. He quickly got rid of those overthinking thoughts that flooded his head. He got this.

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Harry woke up the next day, anxiety overwhelming him. He looked at the digital clock on his dresser (he doesn’t know how to read an actual clock yet). 2:39 PM, it read (Jesus Christ, why did he sleep for so long?). They had to leave by 4:00. Harry stood up from his bed, looking at himself in the mirror. Jesus, he looked like a mess. He should take the suit that Perry bought him, then take a shower. Yeah, exactly what he was going to do. He walked over to his closet, taking out the grey and black outfit that he still had hanging up in his closet. He took it off the hanger, holding it as he went over to his dresser and took out some clean underwear. He took that as well, exiting his bedroom to head over to his and Perry’s shared bathroom. He really hoped that he wasn’t in there; this was supposed to be a surprise, after all. Thankfully, he wasn’t, and Harry closed the bathroom door before setting his clothes down.

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Harry looked at himself in the mirror after his shower, drying his hair. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this. No. He got this. He finished drying his hair, brushing it out so he didn’t look like a goddamn homeless person. He started to dress himself in the suit, putting on his black dress shirt. He stepped into his black slacks, putting on the grey jacket that came with the outfit. He quickly fiddled with his tie, his anxiety kicking in again. Goddamnit, not now! He splashed water on himself, trying to calm down. He couldn’t ask Perry out on a date looking like he was about to have a panic attack for fuck’s sake. He dried his face with a towel, taking a deep breath. He remembered Harmony’s words, about how Perry genuinely loved him, mentally reassuring himself about how he got this for the twenty sixth time. He took another deep breath in and out. He was ready.

He opened the bathroom door, closing it behind him. Perry was probably in the living room, so Harry started to go downstairs. And what do you know? Perry is sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV that he definitely wasn’t paying attention to. He looked up from the TV as he heard Harry coming down the stairs, turning his head to meet his gaze.

“...What the hell are you wearing?”

Harry ignored him, walking closer to him.

“Get dressed. I’m taking you out.”

Perry’s eyes widened. “...Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m taking you out. On a date. Now get dressed.”

Perry stood up from the couch. Was Harry being serious? He had to be; he was wearing a goddamn suit, and you don’t just casually wear a suit around the house, now do you?

“...Are you fucking with me?”

“Do I look like I’m fucking with you?”

Well, he really wasn’t joking. Perry gave up, walking past him to go upstairs to get dressed.

“And, by the way,” Harry added, “we have to leave by 4:00, so get ready before then.”

Perry hummed in response, reaching his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He had to look at himself in the mirror first. Harry fucking Lockhart was asking him out. This- This had to be a dream; Perry pinched himself just to make sure. Nope, definitely real. Well, he had no other choice than to get dressed. He walked to his closet and opened the door, looking at the dozens of suits that he had hanging up. He decided to go with a classic black suit and tie with a white shirt underneath. He should take a shower before he went. He took his clothes and some clean underwear, heading to the bathroom before closing the door and setting his outfit down.

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He looked at himself in the mirror after his shower, brushing his hair with on hand and straightening his tie with the other. His anxiety was at it’s peak right now, but he was ready. He took a final long deep breath, trying that breathing exercise his therapist taught him. It worked…sort of. Whatever, there was no time to have an anxiety attack. He brushed his hair a little more until he thought it looked good enough, before heading for the door, opening it and closing it behind him.

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He made his way down the stairs, sort of anxious about what Harry would say. Jesus, he was really doing this. He was really about to go on a date with the guy he’d been in love with for a year. This almost didn’t feel real. He made it down the stairs, noticing Harry sitting on the couch. He turned his head as he heard the stairs creak, his eyes widening. Holy fucking shit, he looked hot. Perry raised an eyebrow at Harry’s expression.

“...I was going to ask what you thought about my suit, but from the look on your face I think I know the answer.”

Harry’s face turned red as soon as that sentence left Perry’s mouth, letting out an awkward laugh. He could feel his pants tightening just the slightest, immediately crossing his legs as he felt the familiar feeling. He’d always had a thing for Perry in a suit, but holy shit he wanted him more than ever right now.

Harry stammered out a reply, his blush spreading to his ears. “You—You want breakfast?”

Perry’s eyes glanced downward, noticing Harry crossing his legs. He’s not stupid; he knows what that means, but he chose not to say anything. “We’re going out to eat. Also, it’s almost 3:00 PM.”

“Y—Yeah, but just like a little something before we leave so you don’t get a stomach ache. Toast, maybe?”

“...Fine.”

Harry scrambled off the couch, practically sprinting to the kitchen so Perry didn’t notice the “problem” he had (even though he already did). Perry chuckled to himself. God, Harry was so fucking adorable when he was nervous. He couldn’t wait to get his tongue down that man's throat after dinner. Well, maybe not that, since this was just dinner and they weren’t even officially dating. Yet.

He watched Harry put two slices of bread in the toaster, noticing the way his hands shook as he pulled the lever down. A smile crept up his face as he watched the other man. God, he was so fucking handsome, even though he looked like he was about to have a damn heart attack, which is kind of weird since they were just going to dinner, not getting married. Honestly, Perry wouldn’t mind if they did. He quickly pushed that thought away; that was for another time. He started walking to Harry, standing beside him as they waited for the bread to pop back up.

Perry rested his hand on the small of Harry’s back, making Harry shiver slightly in response to the sudden contact. “You feeling alright, chief?”

“Yeah, I—I’m fine. I’ve just…never really went on a date with a guy before, you know?”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

Perry’s words made Harry crack a smile. God, that smile looked fucking gorgeous on him. He wished he could see it more.

“But seriously, do you think I’m gonna do good? I just really don’t want to have a panic attack in the restaurant.”

Perry sighed. “Jesus Christ, Harry, you’re gonna be fine. Take some deep breaths, and please for the love of God, don’t throw up on me in the car.”

Harry took Perry’s advice, starting to take some deep, shaky breaths. As he was doing one, though, the bread had already popped up, perfectly toasted. Harry paused, taking the now toasted bread out of the toaster, wincing a bit from the hot bread. He opened the top cabinet, taking out a paper plate and placing the two pieces of toast on it.

He handed the plate to Perry. “There. Now go eat.” He watched Perry nod, taking his plate to go sit at the dining table. He smiled just the tiniest bit, staring at the back of Perry’s neat blonde hair. He loved how it was always slicked back and swept to the side. He started to walk closer to Perry, standing next to him as he sat down and ate.

“Good?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s alright.” Harry felt proud of himself at Perry’s words. Perry took another bite of the toast, swallowing it. “Also, what time is it?”

Harry pulled his phone out, as he can’t read a clock to save his life. ‘3:28’, it read. They should probably leave now if they want to get there in time.

“It’s almost 3:30. We should go.”

Perry nodded, already beginning to finish eating. He stood from the chair he was sitting at, throwing the now empty paper plate away. He started to think for a second. He should probably apologize for kicking Harry out of his room earlier.

Perry turned around. “...Hey, Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry about…earlier. You know, when you kissed my cheek in my room. I was just…surprised. It’s not that I don’t like you, alright? In fact, I—I love you, okay? I’m just not good at this “feelings” bullshit, you know?”

Harry’s eyes widened at the sudden confession. Was he being serious? He…He actually liked him—no, loved him back? Perry started to walk closer to him, standing in front of him now.

Harry was still in shock, stammering as he responded. “I—I’m sorry, s—say that again, please?”

Perry sighed. “I said that I love you, moron—”

Perry was interrupted as Harry pressed his lips against his, his eyes shut. Holy fucking shit. They were really doing this, huh? Perry’s hands immediately moved to Harry’s waist, pulling him closer as they continued, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the kiss. Harry threw his arms around Perry’s neck, pulling him closer. This kiss was nothing like the one behind that apartment when they had the body of that Veronica girl in their trunk; this was a real, genuine kiss, no spitting or gagging involved at all, or cops. Harry groaned as Perry slid his tongue into the man's mouth, pulling him closer as he sucked on his tongue just a bit, causing Harry to hold back an extremely slutty moan. Perry’s arms snaked around Harry’s back, resting his hands on that perfect ass of his, just barely squeezing it, eliciting a small gasp from the younger man. God, he didn’t know how long he’d been waiting to do this.

After a few minutes, though, Harry pulled away, breathing heavily as he realized what they had just done, missing the contact of Perry’s lips against his. He might’ve just gotten hard again from the kiss alone. “Holy…Holy fucking shit.” He paused. “...Well, that just happened.”

Perry chuckled at his response. “...Go get your shoes on so we can go.”

Harry nodded, walking away to the shoe rack next to the garage door. Perry watched as he disappeared from sight, feeling satisfied. He touched his lips a little bit. God, Harry’s lips were so fucking soft against his. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that fucker later, both figuratively and literally.

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Harry’s hands shook as he buckled himself into the driver's seat, nervously glancing over at Perry as he buckled his own seat in. He was so fucking anxious, it was unreal. He just really hoped he wouldn’t throw up from it. Or from car sickness. Or both.

“What’s the restaurant name?” Perry asked, turning the radio down a little bit. Harry had to think a little bit before answering.

“Oh—Uh, it’s called ‘Paramount.’ It’s, like, this new fancy restaurant in Sunset Plaza.”

Perry nodded, smiling. Harry quickly glanced at that gorgeous smile of his, before putting the car in reverse so he could get out of the driveway, turning the wheel and putting the car in drive when he finally left the driveway. He had his phone propped up on the dashboard with the restaurant's location so he knew where he was going. He thought about Perry, about how close they were right now, but most importantly: about how they had just kissed a few minutes ago and how he had brushed it off like it was something they did everyday. He could feel Perry looking at him in the corner of his eye, and it was starting to do things to him. He couldn’t wait until this date was over so he could just kiss Perry senseless, like he’d always wanted to.

“Something on your mind, chief?” Well, shit. Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by Perry. What a surprise. He was probably just trying to start a conversation; it’s not like he actually cared right?

“I’m fine.” He replied in a not-so-fine-sounding voice, one that would definitely raise eyebrows, specifically Perry’s eyebrows. He hit the brakes, stopping at a red light.

Perry wasn’t buying his bullshit (seriously, who would?), because he knew damn well what was up. “...Still nervous?”

“I mean, a little, but—”

“Harry, your hands are literally shaking on the wheel.”

“I’m fine! Perry, if something was up, you know I’d tell you, right?”

Perry knew Harry was bullshitting him, but he really didn’t feel like arguing right now. And even if Harry did end up having a panic attack during dinner, he knew what to do; he had experience from this before. “...Okay. I’m trusting you.”

Harry internally sighed, glad that Perry dropped it. He never understood why Perry had such a tough ‘I-don’t-care-about-anything’ persona around people he didn’t know, but when he was around Harry that persona didn’t exist. Like, if someone other than Harry got hurt on a case or if they were upset about something, he wouldn’t give a fuck. But if it was Harry? Whole different story. Just the thought about that made a soft red blush begin to spread throughout Harry’s face, not visible enough yet, but definitely there. Sure, Perry was still an asshole to him and he’s surprised why he hasn’t quit his job yet, to be honest he’s surprised how he’s put up with him for a year, but he loves how Perry still cares about him, even though he sucks ass at showing it half of the time.

God, his thoughts were so loud today. Maybe it was his unmedicated ADHD and the anxiety of the date he was about to go on with his boss. Probably that. Eventually, the light turned green and he took a left turn, spinning the wheel to change his direction.

All of a sudden, he felt…something on his thigh. His breath hitched slightly, his face starting to heat up; he already knew what that was without having to look at his leg. Perry’s hand, his fucking hand, was just resting there, on his thigh, like it belonged there. He took a quick look at Perry, noticing the grin on his face; the fucker knew what he was doing. Jesus, he couldn’t wait to get out of this damn car before he spontaneously combusted from anxiety or from being horny. Knowing Harry, it’d probably be both.

Harry looked at the GPS on his phone, still keeping his eyes on the road. They were about twenty minutes away from their destination. He glanced at Perry, noticing the shit-eating grin on his face; he was trying to get Harry flustered, and it was very much working.

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For the rest of the car ride there, Harry ignored (well, tried to ignore) Perry for the rest of the twenty minute drive. Harry’s eyes widened just the slightest when he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant; the place was fucking packed, car’s parked in almost every parking spot they had. Harry rolled his eyes as he turned the wheel of the car, trying to find a parking spot. Eventually he found one, parking the car and turning the car off.

His stomach twisted again. He wasn’t sure if it was from anxiety or if it was because he was turned on. Probably both. He unbuckled his seat belt, stepping out of the car and closing it behind him. Perry did the same, and now they were both just standing there, looking at each other. Harry noticed a faint but visible smile on Perry’s face, and couldn’t help but blush a little.

“You okay enough to go in?” Perry asked, a faint hint of both concern and love in his voice. “You want to hold my hand while we walk in or something? Will that make you feel better?”

Harry’s blush extended to his ears. He fucking loved the idea; another excuse to hold Perry’s hand? Hell yeah. “...Yeah,” he muttered. “That…That would help a lot.”

Perry’s grin widened as he held his hand out, chuckling as Harry intertwined his fingers with his. This reminded him of earlier when they were in his room and Harry was holding his hand and kissing him, and Perry ended up kicking him out. Well that was not going to happen this time. But seriously, holding hands? Perry felt like a highschooler going on his first date.

As they started to walk towards the restaurant, Perry started to lazily rub his thumb on the back of Harry’s hand; an attempt to make Harry feel calm. It definitely worked because now half of Harry’s face was red. God, he was so fucking turned on right now it was unreal. If they do have sex tonight, though, Harmony will be the first one to hear about it.

As they walked, Perry could just feel people staring at him, hopefully in a supportive way, even though that was rarely the case for him and Harry. Whatever; he didn’t give a fuck about what other people thought, even if they whispered ‘fag’ under their breath (which multiple people probably did, but Perry zoned out as he walked). He’s been called that way too many times to even care anymore. Eventually, they made it to the front door of the building, the red ‘open’ sign slightly blinding Perry for a split second. Perry reluctantly let go of Harry’s hand, opening the door for him, smiling as he did so; he was just trying to be nice, okay? Harry appreciated it, walking into the restaurant, Perry following behind, closing the door.

They walked up to the front desk for their reservation, Perry beginning to dart his eyes around the room; there was a lot of people there, it was almost overwhelming. He quickly pushed that thought away, not wanting to let the noise get to him; he’s been to parties with more people than this, specifically Dexter’s parties before he knew the guy killed his daughter and swapped her for another.

His thoughts were cut off as he heard Harry speak to the woman at the desk. “Reservation for Harry Lockhart?”

The woman smiled politely, scrolling through her computer to find the reservation. “Lockhart…” She muttered. “Ah, here it is. You can take a seat anywhere you like.”

Harry nodded, smiling. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a good day.” He turned back to Perry, noticing him start to zone out again. “Perry? Perry, you okay?”

Perry quickly snapped out of it, coming back to the land of the living. “Yeah—Yeah, I’m fine, chief. Come on, let's go.”

They both smiled at the receptionist, her giving a nod in response. They began to walk around the restaurant, looking for an open booth or table. It didn’t take them long to find a red booth, though, them both sitting across from each other. Perry internally winced as a crying child could be heard screaming from across the damn restaurant. Harry raised an eyebrow as he noticed Perry’s facial expression change. He immediately stretched his hands from across the table, holding Perry’s hands in his.

“Hey, if it’s too much for you we can always step out for a second, okay?” Perry smiled at Harry’s soft words; his voice was so gentle it almost made him emotional.

“...I’ll be okay. Promise..” He muttered, gripping Harry’s hands just a little tighter. “Let’s just look at the menu, okay?”

Harry nodded, letting go of Perry’s hands even though he really did not want to. He picked up the menu placed in front of him, flipping through the pages to see if there was actually anything good to eat here. His eyes darted to a part that said ‘Build a Burger’; it was a burger where you could pick your own toppings, pretty self-explanatory. Yep; he was definitely getting that one. He flipped the pages to the last pages where the drinks were, skimming the page to see what he would want. He thought about getting beer, but he didn’t feel like getting drunk right now (surprisingly), so he decided to just go with a Pepsi.

Meanwhile, with Perry, he was still skimming the menu, looking to see what he would want, just when the waiter came. “Good afternoon, gentlemen! My name is Maria, and I’ll be your waiter for today! Have we thought about what we’re going to drink, or do we need some more time?” She was a very good looking tan woman, the kind that Harry would be interested in if he hadn’t fallen in love with Perry already, her wavy brown hair flowing down her shoulder.

“Yeah—Yeah, we know what we want.” He glanced over at Perry, attempting to ask if he was ready with just his facial expression. Perry nodded, so Harry turned back to the waiter. “I’ll have a Pepsi, and he’ll have…?” He turned back to Perry.

Perry finished the sentence for Harry. “Coke. I’ll have a Coke, please.”

The waiter nodded. “Great! I’ll be with you two shortly!” She walked off to get the drinks prepared, leaving the two men left staring at each other.

“So…” Harry started, attempting to muster up something to talk about; he was absolutely awful at making small talk—same as Perry. “Any new…cases coming up?”

“No, moron, if there was you’d already know.” Perry said, using sarcasm to shield the overstimulation bottling up inside of him. God, he felt like an asshole, but he really didn’t want to talk right now. “But if you want to hear about some cases I’ve had with clients before I met your sorry ass, then—”

“Yes.” Harry said without even thinking. Perry raised an eyebrow at how fast he said it. “Sorry for interrupting, but—yes, please tell me.”

Perry smiled, chuckling under his breath as he began to talk. “Well, one time I had a case about a girl who supposedly killed herself because her boyfriend broke up with her. Turns out, the other girl who the boyfriend cheated on her with had killed her. It didn’t take very long to figure it out since her entire plan was in her journal.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Holy fucking shit. Did you used to get a lot of murder cases before we met? Because we’ve had, like, a handful together, but not a lot.”

Perry nodded. “Well, it was usually filled with women wanting me to figure out if their husband was cheating on them, but, yeah, there were quite a few murder cases in there.”

Before Harry could add anything else to that, the waiter was already back with their drinks. “Here you two are!” She cheerfully exclaimed, carefully placing the Pepsi in front of Harry and the Coke in front of Perry. She took out her notepad and pen, ready to hear the two mens’ orders. “Are we ready to order yet, or do we need more time?”

Harry smiled, turning to look at Perry again. “You ready, Perry?” The blonde nodded, so Harry began to give out his order. “I’ll have the ‘Build a Burger’, please, with cheese and bacon, so pretty much a Bacon Cheeseburger. Oh, and with a side of fries, please.”

Maria nodded, writing Harry’s order down on her notepad. “And for the other gentleman?”

Perry thought a little before he answered. “I’ll have a hotdog; ketchup and mustard.”

“Perfect!” She replied cheerfully, jotting down Perry’s order on her notepad as well. “Your food will be done shortly.” She put her pen and notepad in her pocket, walking away to the kitchen to inform the chef with their orders.

Perry’s eyes narrowed as another loud scream could be heard from across the building, assumingly from the same child since the scream sounded the exact same but somehow louder. Jesus, could those parents please control their kid before Perry has a fucking shutdown?

Harry’s worried expression only became more noticeable as he noticed the discomfort on Perry’s face. He stretched his arms across the table once more, this time intertwining his fingers with Perry’s. “Perry, you’re not okay.” Harry spoke softly, knowing the noise was getting to Perry. Maybe it was the change from their quiet home to the restaurant that was making him overstimulated; Harry wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Perry was upset, and he hated when Perry was upset. “We’re just gonna step outside for a bit, okay? There's nothing to be embarrassed about; this kind of stuff has happened to me before, and you helped me through it. So now I’m going to help you.” He let go of Perry’s fingers, sitting up from the booth. “Come on.”

Perry nodded, having already lost the ability to speak temporarily. God, he hated when this happened, especially in public; it was always so embarrassing. He’s just glad that Harry is here to help him through it. He sighed as he began to follow Harry out of the restaurant, noticing that the younger man was already holding his hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. Hopefully they wouldn’t be long and would be back before their food got there.

Harry never loosened his grip on the other man's palm as they exited through the back door of the restaurant, closing the door behind him. Harry’s face softened even more as he looked back at Perry, noticing the obvious overwhelm in his eyes. He took out his phone, unlocking it and opening his Notes app, handing it to Perry to type out what he wanted to say because he already knew that Perry couldn’t speak.

He smiled gently as he watched Perry’s thumbs fly across the screen as he typed. He just looked so…beautiful while he was concentrated, even though this was Harry’s least favorite state to see Perry in; he just really wanted him to be okay. After about a minute, Perry handed Harry’s phone back to him, watching as the other man began to read what he wrote.

It’s just too loud in there. Sorry for wasting your time and ruining dinner. I didn’t want this to happen today either.

Harry felt as if he was about to cry as he read what Perry wrote. “Perry, you’re not “ruining” anything. It’s not your fault; I just want you to be okay is all.” He smiled softly, stepping just a little closer. “...Can I hug you?”

Perry didn’t respond with words; he immediately wrapped his arms around Harry, burying his face into his neck. Harry was a bit taken aback, but he got used to it after about two seconds, wrapping his arms around the older man. Tears started to form in Perry’s eyes as he finally let his mask down, keeping his face tucked in Harry’s neck so he didn’t see the tears rolling down his face. He felt so pathetic and weak, just like his dad would always tell him he was anytime he had a shutdown or meltdown, so he always either hid them in public or sobbed in his bedroom when he got home, usually the latter. But when he was with Harry, he could just…be himself for once. He’d kiss him right now if he had the energy to.

After a little bit, Perry pulled away. He was starting to feel a lot better. Not enough to talk, but enough to not be crying anymore.

“Come on,” Harry started, still having the softest expression ever, as if he was looking at a kitten. “Let’s go back inside.”

He softly pressed his lips against the other mans forehead, before gripping his hand again as they began to walk back inside.

Chapter Text

Perry quietly sighed as he glanced out the window, looking at the starry sky above. It had been four hours since their date, and they had just begun to drive home. Thankfully, Perry regained the ability to speak, but he still hasn’t gotten over how embarrassing his shutdown was back there. Not as embarrassing as his first shutdown, but that’s another story for another time. Perry took his phone out of his pocket to check the time. ‘7:14 PM’, it read. Perry was absolutely exhausted, even though all he had done today was go to a restaurant; socializing is just so tiring for him, even if it’s as little as thirty minutes.

He glanced over at Harry, noticing his incredibly concentrated look. He didn’t want to bother him because he looked like he was too focused on the road to care, so he chose to stay quiet until they got home.

⸻

Perry’s eyes opened back up as soon as they pulled into the driveway of their house, Harry putting the car in park and turning off the car. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, exiting the car and closing the door, Harry already standing in front of him. That same soft smile from back at the restaurant was still on his face; it was like as if it had never left.

“Did you have a good time?” Harry asked, hopeful.

Perry nodded, smiling. “...Yeah. It was great.”

Harry held out his hand again. “Let’s go inside.”

Perry chuckled under his breath, taking the other man’s hand as they began to take the few steps up to the front porch. Harry unlocked the door with his key, opening and closing the door behind them. Perry avoided his gaze—still upset about what happened at the restaurant.

Harry immediately noticed—because he always notices these things. “...You alright, Per’?” He asked, lightly gripping the blonde’s hand. Perry felt his face heat up.

“Fine.” He muttered, still not looking at Harry’s face.

Harry’s voice softened, both hands holding Perry’s now. “Hey. Look at me.” Perry reluctantly looked at the brunette. “Look, Perry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve helped you with these kinds of things before—you’re safe with me. It’s not your fault.”

Harry continued on his little ramble about how much he cares about Perry—but Perry wasn’t even listening. He was too busy trying to figure out where he should bend Harry over after he was done speaking. He felt his face get even more hot. Why was he getting so turned on by this?

“...Don’t tell me you just zoned out again.”

Perry’s horny mind was interupted by the fucker—of course. What was he supposed to say now? That he wanted to fuck him after Harry had said all these nice things about him?

Yeah.

Exactly.

Perry gripped the other man’s waist, causing Harry’s eyes to widen in surprise in response—but he wasn’t complaining. “Perry?” He muttered. “What are you doing?”

Perry let out a quiet sigh before responding. “...I love you, Harry. I love your stupid fucking smile, I love the way you help me when things get too much, and I especially love the way you talk so kindly to me. So, I’m gonna ask you something. Do you give me permission to fuck you?”

Harry blinked. “...What?”

“If you don’t want to, it’s perfectly fine, okay? I don't want you to feel like you’re being forced to do anything—”

“Yes.”

Perry’s eyes widened just the slightest. “...Yes?”

“Yes, Perry, I give you permission to fuck me. Just…” His eyes darted away for a second. “...I’ve never…done this before. With a guy, I mean.”

Perry smiled. “I can help you.”

Then—he leaned in, pressing his lips against Harry’s. Harry let out a quiet gasp at the sudden contact, but quickly settled into it—closing his eyes. Perry’s arms went to Harry’s waist—hoisting him up onto the counter. He ran his hands up and down Harry’s side—eliciting a tiny shiver from the younger man.

Perry pulled away from the kiss. “You’re fucking perfect, chief.” He whispered in Harry’s ear, lips moving to his neck. Harry couldn’t stop a tiny whimper from escaping his throat—immediately covering his mouth from the sudden noise.

“F—Fuck…” The brunette whimpered as Perry’s hands moved lower—brushing his fingertips near Harry’s belt, although not fully touching it yet. “Perry…”

Perry chuckled at the small but audible noises Harry made—softly nipping at his neck. Harry moaned like a bitch at the sudden bite—it leaving a tiny hickey in its wake. “You’re okay, Harry.” Perry reassured him, sucking just a bit harder on his neck. “I got you, baby.”

Harry whimpered at the pet name—just as Perry’s hands began to move closer to his waistband. He gasped at the sudden contact.

“May I?” Perry asked, looking in those beautiful brown eyes Harry had. Harry nodded.

As soon as Perry saw that little nod, he immediately went to work—stripping Harry of both his belt and shirt and then his own. He wrapped his hands underneath Harry’s legs—picking him up.

“Perry—”

“Relax. We’re just going upstairs, okay?”

Harry nodded as he was carried upstairs—a shit ton of thoughts racing through his head as he wondered what they were about to do next. God, he was so fucking horny it was unreal.

⸻

Harry let out a soft groan as he was carefully placed down onto the bed; Perry didn’t want to hurt him, obviously. Perry began to pull down Harry’s pants—then his own. He liked the change of scenery since now incase anybody walked in they wouldn’t see two private detectives having aggressive gay sex on their marble countertop.

Perry restrained both of Harry’s hands above his head—softly squeezing, but not hurting him. “This alright?” He asked.

“Y—Yes—Fuck, yes.” Harry muttered as Perry kissed his cheek, grinding down against the brunette's crotch. “F—Fuck!” Harry whined again, his hips twitching forward—seeking friction. He couldn’t really do much since he was restrained—but he wasn’t complaining. Not even a little.

Perry began to pepper kisses along Harry’s neck and collarbone again—relishing the sweet noises that escaped Harry’s throat every time he even just slightly nipped at the tender skin of his. “You like this, chief?” He asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting Harry to say it again—he loved it when Harry was enjoying something.

“Yes.” Harry groaned as Perry’s lips began to latch onto his bare chest—tongue swirling gently around his already hard nipples. “God yes.”

“Perfect.” Perry murmured, kissing his nipple again. “You’re perfect, Lockhart.” Harry whimpered underneath the blonde at the sudden praise—he had a huge thing for being praised, especially by Perry.

Perry ran his free hand along Harry’s chest—sliding down very close to where Harry wanted it. But before he could do anything, he got off of Harry for a second—walking over to his bedside table and pulling out a blue bottle of lube. Harry’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of it—his…excitement growing more and more visible by the second.

Perry still had that fuckass soft smile plastered across his face as he got back on top of the younger man—restraining his hands above his head again. Harry couldn’t help but groan. “You ready, Harry?” Perry asked.

“Y—Yes…” Harry stammered, just wanting Perry inside of him already. He never knew anyone—especially a man—could get him to be so horny, but here he is. Restrained and begging for his goddamn boss of all people to fuck him against the mattress of their shared bed. He just hoped he wouldn’t fuck this up somehow—like he always manages to do when things are going good for him.

Perry’s fingers very slowly slipped beneath the waistband of Harry’s boxers—causing the brunette to whimper; soft, but audible. Perry took the lube in his free hand—pouring a bit onto his palm—then putting his entire hand down Harry’s underwear; the younger man couldn’t help but let out a slutty moan. Perry chuckled at the sound, slowly but surely moving his slicked hand up and down Harry’s cock.

Harry threw his head back in ecstasy as Perry’s stroking sped up—beginning to lightly grip his dick as well. “Fuck…” He managed to muster as he was stroked, letting out another moan—this time a bit louder.

“You like this, huh?” Perry asked, a smirk beginning to develop onto his lips. He wanted to hear the man say it again. Say that he was loving this, say that he was loving Perry.

“Yes…Oh, Perry…” Harry murmured, Perry’s name accidentally escaping his throat as he continued to move up and down on his cock. He was beginning to inch closer and closer to the edge—and Perry knew it.

“Perry…” He spoke again as he looked into those big blue eyes of the other man. “I—I…” He stammered, trying to form the words. “…I—I love you. God, I fucking love you. So fucking much.”

Perry’s smile widened as he continued with his hands assault on Harry’s dick. “I know. I love you too, chief.”

Harry’s moaning increased in pitch as he started to come closer to the edge, cock twitching in his pants as Perry continued stroking it. “P—Perry…” He mumbled. “I—I’m close…”

Perry chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Harry’s forehead in response—still stroking him. “It’s alright.” He reassured him. “Go ahead, baby. I’m right here with you.”

Harry threw his head back and let out a whiny moan as he came all over Perry’s hand and his own boxers, already wanting to do this all over again.

“F—Fuck…” Harry stammered as he finished—his hands no longer being restrained. “That was…”

“Great?” Perry asked, already knowing the answer (again).

Harry nodded. “…Great.”

Perry saw that look in Harry’s eyes—that needy look, the look that said that he wanted more, that fucking bitch. He thought a little bit before speaking again.

“…You ever tried anal?”

Harry’s eyes widened as he knew what Perry was implying. “What? I—I mean no, but—“

“You ever thought about trying it?”

Harry could feel his face heat up. Were they seriously about to fuck again, after Perry had just made him cum from some simple ass stroking? Well, Harry sure as fuck wasn’t complaining; he’d dreamed of this before.

Harry softly sighed before replying. “…Y—You promise you’ll be gentle?”

That fuckass smile never left Perry’s face. “Of course.” He leaned forward—still straddling Harry’s lap on the mattress, by the way, just not restraining his hands anymore—pressing his lips against Harry’s forehead again, causing the brunette to shiver in response. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely adore the forehead kisses that Perry gave.

He pulled away from his forehead, still smiling. “Can you get on your stomach for me, please?” He asked. Harry’s blush spread to his ears at the question, but he complied—rolling over onto his stomach, moving his arms to rest underneath his face.

He softly winced as he felt the cool air on his bare ass—Perry having already taken off his boxers. He gasped as he felt a pair of lips touch one of his ass cheeks, then the other. “Beautiful.” He heard the blonde say, peppering kisses on both sides. “We should’ve fucked sooner, baby.” Harry held back another needy whine at the pet name. He could’ve sworn he felt Perry bite one of them—not enough to hurt him, though. Just barely enough to leave a faint mark; just to let Harry know who he belonged to.

And God, did he know who he belonged to.

Perry moved a hand to caress one cheek—pressing another kiss to it. “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

Harry rolled his eyes—although not visible. “Do you mean me or my ass?”

“Both.”

Harry couldn’t help but let out a little laugh—Perry’s smile growing wider.

“I’m gonna prep’ you for my dick now, okay?” Perry spoke, softly kissing behind Harry’s neck. “If it’s making you uncomfortable or starts to hurt in any way, you’re allowed to tell me to stop.”

“O—Okay.” Harry mumbled—muffled into the mattress. “Go ahead, Per’.”

Perry smiled as he reached for the lube again—pouring a bit onto some of his fingers. Harry’s breath hitched in his throat when he heard the bottle cap unscrew—knowing exactly what was coming next. He was so fucking excited.

“Ready?” Perry asked, about to push a finger inside of the younger man.

“R—Ready.” Harry stammered, no longer being able to form a sentence without stuttering because of how horny he was.

Perry nodded in approval, stretching out Harry’s ass so he could get a look at that tight, pink asshole of his. He smiled at the sight—that pretty little hole of his so open for him and him only, like it was made for him. He began to circle the rim with his slicked up pointer finger—Harry arching his back and letting out a moan in response; muffled, but still possible to hear.

Then, Perry finally stuck it in—slicking up Harry’s asshole as he circled his finger around inside of him, determined to get every little spot covered in slick so he’d be able to stick his cock in him later. Harry let out a whimper as he arched his back further into Perry’s finger—craving not only his touch, but more fingers.

“Perry!” He moaned the blonde's name as his finger began to slide in and out of him—gradually beginning to move faster and faster. “Oh, Perry…” He groaned Perry’s name again as if that was the only word he knew how to say. “More. Please.”

Perry chuckled at the begging. “Only because you asked so nicely, baby.”

With that, Perry stuck his middle finger inside of Harry alongside his pointer finger—curling it inside a bit so he hit every spot. Harry’s voice was unintelligible at this point; it was just moan after moan with no sign of stopping. “Oh, yes!” He cried, arching his back even more towards Perry’s fingers. Perry smiled, sticking his fingers in deep and pumping them in and out in response. Harry was about to cry from how good it felt.

Harry whined when Perry’s fingers were no longer in his ass; he already missed it even though it just happened to him a minute ago. “Patience, Harry.” Perry said as he heard the man beneath him whine. He leaned over to kiss the back of his neck again. “You’ll get what you want in a second.”

Harry’s eyes widened as he could just barely hear the sound of fabric sliding off skin.

“P—Perry…” Harry softly spoke. “Are you sure?”

Perry paused. “Do you want this, Harry?”

Harry thought for a split second. “…Yes.”

“Then I’m sure, baby.”

He lightly pressed a kiss on Harry’s ass again, then spread him open once more—adoring the view of that perfect hole beneath him. He grabbed the bottle of lube again as he pushed his boxers down his ankles and kicked them off, squirting a bit onto the head of his cock.

“Ready?”

Harry didn’t need to think twice before responding. “…Ready.”

Perry gripped Harry’s waist as he sunk his cock deep inside Harry’s ass—the younger man’s moans becoming so loud you would’ve thought he was jerking off (yes, he’s very loud when he masturbates). Harry’s moans became louder and louder as Perry began to speed up his thrusts—pulling in and out of Harry with quick precision thanks to the lube.

“Oh, Perry!” Harry cried out as he was pounded into—the mattress beneath them practically begging for mercy as it squeaked over and over again. Although his cries were muffled by the bedsheat, they just kept coming—uncontrollably spilling from his throat against his will as he was relentlessly fucked from behind.

“That’s it…” Perry murmured as he continued—his thick cock smoothly sliding in and out and in and out of Harry’s asshole. “That’s what I like to hear.” He leaned in to softly pepper kisses on the back of Harry’s neck as he continued to thrust into him—rubbing his hands up and down the younger man’s sides. “Fuck, Harry, you’ve been waiting for this all day or what?”

“M—Maybe…” Harry whispered. He was going to add something else but it was quickly replaced with a yelp as Perry slammed in even deeper inside of him—his lips beginning to suck on the back of his neck. Harry was about to fucking lose it.

Harry moaned out loud again as Perry’s hand made contact with his ass and his thrusts sped up even more. He’d been wanting Perry to do that forever. No—he’d been wanting Perry to do this forever. Even when they argued, he was always fantasizing about those big hands of his exploring his body, claiming every inch of him like he was his property.

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt another harsh spank onto his ass—a high pitched whine escaping him in response to the physical contact. “Perry!”

“That’s it.” Perry said again. “Say my name.” His voice grew deeper as he leaned in Harry’s ear—thrusts increasing.

“Perry…”

Perry bit down on Harry’s neck—Harry was so fucking close it was unreal. “Again.”

“Perry…”

“Again.”

“Perry!”

Harry’s cries of Perry’s name began to die down as he came in his underwear—a pathetic whimper escaping the brunette's throat. Perry smiled as he came as well—his cum quickly filling up Harry as it emptied itself inside his asshole—slicking up his anal walls with it.

Perry let out a deep sigh, flipping Harry on his back again to pull him in for another kiss—soft this time. His tongue softly circled against the other man’s as he deepened the kiss—but eventually pulled away, just staring down at him.

“We should’ve fucked sooner.” He said, leaning in to kiss the younger man’s cheek.

“…I’m tired.”

Perry chuckled at Harry’s response. “Come on. We need a shower.”

He got up from the bed—reaching out a hand and pulling Harry up effortlessly. The fucker is so light it’s insane. He took Harry’s hand as they walked to their shared bathroom—Perry turning on the shower and stepping inside, Harry following behind him.

“Fuck, it’s cold…” Harry shivered as he stepped in, the cold water pouring down on both his and Perry’s naked bodies.

“Relax. It's just warming up.” Perry reassured him—holding Harry by the waist and pulling him closer. “Come here.”

Harry smiled as his face began to heat up—burying his face into the detective's neck for warmth. Perry chuckled as he looked down at Harry latching onto him like he was afraid of letting him go. And honestly—he was.

Harry sighed in relief as the water began to heat up—the cold water just seconds before being replaced with refreshing warm water that sprayed on both of their faces. But despite the change in temperature, Harry still didn’t let go of him.

“Want me to wash you?” Perry asked, kissing the top of Harry’s head as he snuggled in further.

“…Please.” Harry responded—muffled in Perry’s neck. He groaned as he reluctantly let go so he could let Perry wash him—already missing the contact that was Perry’s neck.

Perry smiled as he grabbed a bottle of bodywash resting on one of the shower shelves—pouring a bit onto a loofah and spreading it around, making sure no spot was left dry. He ran the loofah under the water for a split second, before pulling away and beginning to wash the other man.

He began to gently caress the loofah all around Harry’s body; his chest, his arms, his legs, his abdomen, his dick, his ass; nothing was left untouched. Harry closed his eyes as his boss began to wash him—loving the way the soap was feeling on his skin as Perry gently rubbed it in, not missing an inch. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a whimper as Perry began to rub the loofah up and down his cock—reminding him of what they had just done in bed.

Fuck, was he getting horny again?

His cock began to harden as Perry finished cleaning his dick; all of the residue from his cum earlier before now gone. “Now to wash you off.”

He moved Harry towards the showerhead and began to wash off his soapy body; starting with his upper half and gradually beginning to wash him off downwards. When he began to wash Harry’s dick off, he immediately noticed how hard it felt.

He chuckled. “Still didn’t get enough, huh?”

Harry blushed at the question—eyes darting away from Perry. “…N—No.”

Perry smiled. “Don’t worry; I got you, baby.”

Harry’s eyes widened as he watched the blonde sink to his knees in front of him—holding onto Harry’s upper thighs for support. “Jesus Christ, Perry…” He whimpered at the sight of the detective on his knees for him and only him.

“It’s okay, it's okay. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Harry felt himself harden at Perry’s words. God, he’d never had someone suck his dick before, let alone a man. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for it; you can read it in his cock.

Perry latched his lips onto the head of Harry’s cock—beginning to slowly suck on it. His tongue began to swirl on Harry’s length as he sucked, spitting on it while his tongue did the rest of the work. Harry threw his head back and moaned, it echoing throughout the bathroom, the hot water spraying above them managing to drown out his cries in ecstasy.

“God, Perry…” Harry managed to stammer out. “We just fucked…”

Perry didn’t reply; well, not with words at least. He began to suck even harder—his hand now stroking up and down his cock paired with his tongue swirling his tip. Harry was already so close to cumming, and all it took was a couple of sucks. Needy little bitch.

Harry let out a high pitched moan as he quickly came—his cum emptying in Perry’s mouth. Perry smiled as his mouth stayed latched onto his tip as Harry came—making sure to get every last drop of cum down his throat—then swallowing.

Eventually, he pulled away and stood up—wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That felt better?” He asked.

“Y—Yeah.” Harry replied, officially spent.

“Now I need to wash your hair.”

Harry chuckled as Perry poured some of the shampoo onto his hand—then rubbing it in with the other hand so now it was all over both hands. He then began to shampoo Harry—massaging his fingers into the shorter man’s scalp as he cleaned him. Harry closed his eyes again as Perry got to work—not missing a single spot, just like when he was washing his body.

After a little while, Perry finished with the shampoo—guiding Harry back over towards the shower head to rinse it out. “Close your eyes.” He asked, before he began to wash the shampoo out of Harry’s hair—making sure not to get it in his eyes. Harry complied with Perry’s request and shut his eyes; of course he’d listen to Perry.

“There you go.” Perry spoke, admiring his work as the last bit of shampoo fell out of the brunette’s hair. “Almost done.”

Perry poured some of the conditioner on his hand and began to massage Harry’s scalp yet again—Harry closing his eyes again. He loved this. He loved when he was cleaned by another person, which happens pretty rarely to him, if ever.

But most importantly: he loved Perry. Not just in the moment, but every time they were together as well.

Harry softly sighed as Perry began to rinse out the conditioner—loving the way his fingers felt in his hair. It reminded him of when Perry would lazily run his fingers through his hair, and he remembered how much he’d kill for him to do it again.

“There we go.” Perry softly spoke—kissing Harry’s forehead. “All clean.”

“Wait, Perry, aren’t you gonna clean yourself?”

Perry paused. “Fuck it. I’ll take a shower in the morning. You’re more important right now.”

Harry’s blush went to his ears. “O—Okay.”

Perry held the other man’s hand as he opened the shower door and stepped out—beginning to dry Harry’s body with a towel, rubbing every inch of his wet body to get him all nice and dry. He then moved to his wet hair—rubbing it to get it dry. He chuckled at how messy Harry’s hair looked.

He then took another towel and started to dry himself off—getting both his body and hair dry before taking Harry’s hand again.

“…What time is it?” Harry asked.

“Time for you to go to bed.”

Harry groaned at his response, but reluctantly followed him to bed, pulling the covers over the both of them. They were both still naked, so they were pretty fucking cold. Well, Harry was at least; Perry didn’t care.

Harry moved his position so that he was now laying on Perry’s chest—burying his face into his neck again.

“Night, chief.” Perry muttered, wrapping his arms around Harry to pull him closer.

Harry let out a content sigh against the detective’s chest. “Night, Perry.”

Harry paused before speaking again.

“…I love you.”

Perry’s eyes widened just slightly—then he smiled.

“I love you too.”

⸻

“So, how did you and Perry’s date go?” Harmony excitedly asked over the phone. Harry had forgotten to call her last night to tell her about how amazing it was since he got caught up in some stuff. He was the one being caught up in, by the way.

“Oh, it was great.” Harry groggily responded, his morning voice still audible. Harmony had called him as soon as he had woken up, and he was still tired as hell—Perry still asleep beside him. “We had a really good time, and then some.”

Harmony paused—raising an eyebrow on the other end of the line. “And then some what?”

Harry casually replied with: “Sex.”

Harmony’s eyes widened. “Wait—What?! Jesus, Harry, already? Is this why you didn’t call me last night? Because you were too busy getting fucked by Perry?”

“How the hell do you know I was the bottom?”

“Harry, it’s pretty obvious.”

“…Not my fault I’m the recessive.”

Harmony blinked on the other end. “…Recessive?”

“Yeah, the recessive. You know, the one who doesn’t complain when they get fucked—“

“Submissive, Harry. You mean submissive.”

“…Oh.”

Perry let out a groan as he began to stir—Harry’s loud ass phone call waking him up. Harry’s eyes widened in both fear and excitement. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Is that Perry?” Harmony asked, but was immediately shushed by Harry on the other end.

“Harry, what the hell are you doing calling Harmony?” Perry asked as he stretched.

“…Nothing.”

The blonde rolled his eyes. “Give me the damn phone.”

“What—“

Perry hung up the phone himself, handing it back to Harry.

“New case today. I’m going back to bed.”

“Perry—“

“We’re done here. Go, vanish.”

Harry ignored him—laying back down on his chest. “If you’re staying in bed, I’m staying in bed.”

Perry chuckled despite himself—a hint of a smile creeping up on his face. “Whatever.”

Harry paused before responding. “…Love you, Per’.”

Perry’s smile widened. “Love you too, you fucking idiot.”