[Siren Classic ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Romance, MM, HEA]
Harris Fleming was almost twenty-five and still lived at home with overprotective parents. He worked a job his father provided for him, and he couldn’t go anywhere without a bodyguard. And Harris went along with it all for too long. It was time for him to get out on his own and become his own person. They were shocked when he announced that he was moving out and across the country to begin a new life. Before he could go, however, he had to choose a bodyguard to take with him. It was a compromise he could live with, for now.
Morgan Monahan was amused by Harris as he essentially went rogue. He could understand the man’s need to be out on his own. It wasn’t any hardship to guard Harris, despite the many protests against him doing so. Changes happened for them both once they were in Silver. Neither expected one of those changes to be finding love.
“Mother, Father, I have something I need to speak to you about.”
Those words had taken all his willpower to utter. Harris had planned this day for months. He was ready to initiate his plan for his future. However, his parents had to overcome their overprotective tendencies and let him venture out on his own. He was twenty-four, after all.
It was time.
His father, Wendell Fleming, was seated at the table in the breakfast room with Harris’ mother. He tilted the newspaper away and looked at Harris with a concerned frown. Then his gaze dropped to the packed suitcases behind him in the hall. The cherubs painted on the ceiling seemed to be staring at him, too. Harris didn’t like cherubs.
“Are you going somewhere, son?”
Harris swallowed hard, took a deep breath, as he nodded. “Yes, Father, I am. I’ve accepted a job with a tech company in a place called Silver. I start on Monday.”
It was now Wednesday. The way Harris had it figured, he would fly out, get settled in, and then be refreshed for his first day on the job. The company had found a place for him to live, and a car would be provided for him. He loved perks.
“Oh, but, Harris darling!” Vandalia Fleming exclaimed, a manicured hand going to her throat in a gesture he associated with distress. He felt a pang of guilt. “How can you leave? You should stay here, where you’re safe and you have your job with your father’s company. It’ll be yours one day.”
Harris had heard it all before. And it wasn’t that he didn’t love his parents. He absolutely adored them. But it was long past time to be out on his own and forging a future for himself. Taking over his father’s company was the last thing he wanted to do. He had dreams and he wanted to live them. There was no possible way to do that with his mother and father hovering over him constantly.
There was also the dating thing. Harris was still a virgin. No man had been interested in him when they saw the bodyguards and they found out that they had probably already gone through a background check the moment Harris showed any interest in them.
He knew why his mother was so protective of him, and his heart ached for the children she had lost before she had successfully carried Harris to term, but there was a time she would have to let go. It didn’t help that his father enabled her. Then again, the man loved her so much he would do anything for her, even if it included keeping Harris in the ‘nest’ far longer than was necessary or desirable.
“I have to do this, Mother.” He tried to keep his voice firm, but not hard. He loved her, after all. “I need to see if I can be my own man.”
“You’ll call regularly, won’t you, son?” his father asked, nearly flooring him. Harris felt his jaw drop.
His shock was so great that it took a moment before he could respond. “Of course, Father.”
“Vandalia, I don’t see any reason why Harris shouldn’t do this. Let him get his feet wet. It’ll be good for him.”
What his father wasn’t actually saying was that he expected Harris would get tired of living far from home and not working for a company where most of his work already seemed to have been done for him before he received it.
“Do you really think so, Wendell?” The quiver in his mother’s lovely voice was like a knife through Harris’ obviously cold, unfeeling heart. He stiffened his resolve as a shield between them. He didn’t like to think that he was hurting his parents.
“I do, my dearest. Please call when you arrive, Harris. But, before you leave, come give your father a hug.” Harris did so and felt tears burn his eyes. Wendell Fleming sat back down and picked up his newspaper. He smiled, nodded, and shook out the pages to begin reading again. “Don’t forget your bodyguard.”
It had been too easy. Harris knew there would be a catch. “But, Father! How can I learn to be on my own, if I have…” His voice trailed off as pale blue eyes looked at him, and an eyebrow went up.
“You can’t go alone.” There was an almost imperceptible tilt of his head toward his mother. “That’s out of the question. I’ll let you choose which man to take with you.”
“What if they don’t want to go?”
“Pick one and then ask. I won’t force them. I’ll make other arrangements, if I have to. Now, come say good-bye properly.”
“Of course, sir.”
After hugging and kissing his mother, and shaking his father’s hand, Harris retraced his steps out of the breakfast room and into the long, elegantly decorated hallway that ran from the front to the rear of the house. His luggage was now beside the front door. He knew one of the many staff members had moved it, but he wasn’t concerned about identifying them. Things moved smoothly in the Fleming household.
As Harris turned to the left to go to the rear of the house, he wondered which man he should ask to accompany him. There were seven men in his father’s employ as protection. It was their responsibility to see that the family was safe. Knowing how his mother preferred certain men to accompany her away from the house, Harris automatically took them off the list. It was the same for his father. He had his favorites. That left two men. Since the one had recently made Harris uncomfortable, he was off the list. One man remained. Morgan Monahan. Tall, muscular, with angular features, Harris had often thought the man looked deadly. He had jet-black hair and ice blue eyes that were so cold, they had made Harris shiver with dread on more than one occasion.
Morgan folded his hands behind his head, resisting the urge to slide his fingers through Harris’ silky blond hair. Harris had changed his hairstyle since moving to Silver. Gone was the preppy neatness, replaced by a bald fade with a comb-over. He’d even gotten both ears pierced. Yeah, Harris was changing. It wasn’t rebelling. Morgan just believed the man was finding himself.
Amusement surged through Morgan as Harris kneeled beside him and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. He then seemed to contemplate the best way to give Morgan a blow job. When clear pre-cum leaked from the tiny slit in the tip, Harris obviously decided licking it away would be a good start.
It was definitely a good start. Morgan’s hips jerked as electricity shot through him when Harris’ tongue made contact. He groaned and closed his eyes. Taking measured breaths, he realized he would have to work hard to remain in control. Unlike previous sex partners, being with Harris brought something new to the table…or the bed, in this instance.
When Harris’ soft, plump lips parted and slid over the wide, mushroom-shaped head, Morgan thought he would lose his mind. His heart began to pound. The blood running through his veins was hot.
As his eyes remained closed, Morgan seemed capable of focusing more on the sensations intensifying in his body. Harris tightened his fingers around the base of Morgan’s shaft, steadying it as he sucked and licked the flare, his tongue circling it, and pausing only long enough to tease the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the head.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Your mouth is so fucking perfect.”
Praise seemed to do it for Harris as he intensified the actions of his tongue and mouth. He became bolder, braver, as he opened his mouth wider and began to bob his head. Each time he went down, he took in another inch of Morgan’s dick, enveloping it in damp heat.
Morgan finally opened his eyes when Harris had about two-thirds of his aching flesh in his mouth. Harris moaned when the head hit the back of his throat.
Long lashes lifted, and blue eyes peered upward at Morgan. He sucked in a breath as Harris managed to work another two inches down his throat. The tip of his nose nearly touched the nest of dark curls at the base of Morgan’s cock. That was when he felt Harris reach between his thighs to cup balls, stroking them and testing their weight.
“Amazing, baby.” Harris was watching him closely. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. “Fuck, yeah!”
Harris continued to torment him until his balls were tightening and a warning sensation ran along his spine. Pulling his hands from behind his head, Morgan finally slipped his fingers through the man’s silky hair. He held on as Harris began retreating, before swallowing his dick once again, setting up a vigorous pace. Harris was obviously a natural.
With his balls clenching, hot cum spurted down Harris’ throat as his flesh swelled and hardened. The man moaned, sending vibrations along his shaft. Every muscle in his body tightened to the point of pain. He shouted to the ceiling, and his fingers clenched in Harris’ hair. Stars flashed and exploded behind his eyelids as he enjoyed possibly the best blow job he’d ever had.
Harris pulled off with a loud, wet slurp, giggling as he did so. “You’re so yummy,” he told Morgan. “I will definitely be doing that again. Did I do all right?”
“Yes,” Morgan croaked. “It was absolutely the most perfect blow job ever.”
“In all of recorded and unrecorded history?”
Laughing, Morgan reached for Harris and brought him down gently beside him. “Absolutely.”
They kissed and cuddled the night away. Well, most of it. They would nap briefly and wake up to begin again. Morgan couldn’t get enough of the man’s lips or looking into his blue eyes shining with love. By the time morning arrived, Harris finally gave in to his exhaustion. Morgan left him in the bed, covering him with the blankets.
After pulling on a pair of sweats and a thermal shirt, Morgan headed for the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He was used to going without regular sleep. Clyde was dancing at the door. Morgan unlocked it and pushed it open, watching as the dog charged out and off the deck, eager to find a place to relieve himself.
Turning back to the kitchen, Morgan decided to make some toast. It would take the edge off his hunger until Harris woke and would be able to join him. Clyde came back in for his own breakfast. Morgan fed him before washing up and making his toast. He took it out to the deck and sat down at the table, where he ate while watching Clyde search for the wild critters that had probably been in the yard during the night. The deck was probably his favorite place, and he wondered how he would survive the winter without spending so much time on it. Maybe he could get one of those tall heaters.
When the door opened, he turned his head to see a sleepy Harris walking out onto the deck. Clyde hurried to greet him. Morgan got up and went to press a firm kiss to Harris’ mouth. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning, best kisser ever.”