Stay A While

Title: Stay A While

Rating: NC-17

Category: Romance

Warning(s): Contains slash and cross-dressing.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

-2-

"Have you lost your mind, Harley-bear?"

Harley chuckled at Amelia's use of her favorite nickname for him, no doubt brought on by his impressive assortment of Care Bears. Shifting the phone to the other ear, he said, "Not lost, dear. Only momentarily misplaced." Leaning against the polished marble counter, he patiently listened as his roommate listed each and every reason why, in her humble opinion, as aas a few French fries short of a Happy Meal.

"I know you pride yourself on your eccentricities..."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He smiled as he heard her let out a sigh.

"Did you or did you not leave here wearing a miniskirt?"

"It is not a miniskirt," he said, indignantly.

"Oh, please! Anyone who sees you bend over can look right up your address. ointoint is..."

"You have a point? Goodie." He all but giggled when she let out a slew of curses. Amelia, God bless her soul, could have a fuse shorter than his aforementioned skirt.

"My POINT is that while your odd quirks are, occasionally, humorous, what you're doing is dangerous. Did you not see American Psycho?!"

"You mean you think Adam wants to nail me in the head?"

"You're making jokes, so I assume that means you aren't the least bit worried."

"Oh, I'm fucking terrified."

Another sigh. "Then come home. I'll come and get you, if you don't feel safe with him."

"But I do feel safe with him." He bit at the tip of a false nail. "Does that make sense?"

"Harley-bear, the day you begin to make sense to me, I swear to have myself committed."

"I promise I'll visit. I'll even bake you a cake with a file in it."

"No more jokes. You really feel okay with this Adam guy? I mean, he's not giving off bad vibes or nothin', is he?"

"I wish he was." It was his turn to sigh. "Then I could just chalk it up to 'living dangerously'. But I get the feeling he's one of the oh-so-few good ones."

"Then what's got you scared?"

He hesitated. Checking to make sure that the subject of their Pow-Wow was not in earshot, he replied, "He kissed me."

"And?"

"And every nerve ending in my body hummed Beethoven's Ode to Joy."

"Interesting, but still..."

"It was in four-part hay." y."

He heard her suck in a br. "<. "Shit."

He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I know. I'm trying not to lose my head, but I'm afraid it's going to float away any minute." He sighed again and rested his head on the cool marble. "Maybe I have, finally, lost it."

"Maybe you're finally going to get it," she whispered.

"Come again?"

"I'm sure you'll be doing a lot of that tonight."

Against his better judgment, he smiled. "I thought we weren't allowed to joke anymore."

"Well, it was my statement and I can take it back whenever I choose."

He could actually hear her sticking her tongue out at him. "So, what am I finally going to get, my dear Amelia who is wise beyond my years?"

"Watch it, babe. Or Tender Heart goes into the garbage disposal."

"Bitch."

"Thank you. But we're getting off the subject. You, you lucky bastard, are finally going to get the guy that people write about in those romance novels. The man that makes you feel utterly complete. The man that, no matter where you see him, makes Al Green songs play in your head."

Hearing her dissolve into giggles, he began to wonder if she had gotten into the wine coolers again. "So," he began, wondering if he would need to cut the evening short to make sure that she hadn't gotten into the wine coolers, "what you're saying is that I'm in some romance novel and, at any moment, Adam is going to swagger in here, oozing sex appeal, and sweep me off my feet to give me the best lovin' of my life?"

Whatever her answer had been, Harley didn't hear it. Because, turning as he spoke, Adam -- putting the word 'swagger' to shame -- made his entrance. The only change in his appearance that he could note was that Adam, having removed his shoes at the door, was now barefoot. As he padded softly across the tiled kitchen, somewhere in the back of Harley's mind 'Sexuealiealing' started to play.

"I gotta go, ia,"ia," he mumbled, ending the call.

"I wasn't interrupting, was I?" Adam asked.

"Nope," he replied. "All done." Heded ded the phone to Adam, who placed it back in its holder. "I like your house," he said, figuring that that was a safe subject.

"I like you." He took Harley's index finger and placed it in his mouth, sucking it softly.

He laughed nervously. "What a coincidence," he started, dismayed at the squeak that was apparent in his voice. He cleared his throat, hoping to bring back his natural pitch. "I like me, too."

-*-

If he doesn't straighten up, Adam thought, I will not be held accountable for my actions. After making sure that everything was perfect for when he properly worshipped Harley's body, as he had promised, he had come to collect his soon-to-be lover. The sight of that man, bent at the waist, leisurely leaning on his kitchen island, nearly shot his pants across the room. At that angle, the skirt -- light green with an intricate floral pattern on the hem -- barely covered Harley's round, full bottom. His mind bent on exploring the treasures hidden beneath the flimsy material, he entered the room.

Harley must have seen the lustful look in his eyes because he quickly ended his call, possibly hanging up on the other person mid-sentence. He noticed that he was beginning to like the way Harley ran his tongue over his lower lip, the nervous gesture made all the more alluring when coupled with the absolutely wicked things he thought of doing with that lip and tongue.

Retrieving the phone, he once again took notice of those flawless French-tipped nails. The press-on type, Harley had informed him. Phony, but reliable. A hot spring pooled low in his belly, feeding his growing erection, when he remembered the taste of those fingers. Thrust deep into that dark, warm place between Harley's thighs, coated in and coaxing glory, they allowed him to see the real Harley, his Harley: willing, wanton, and desperate for satisfaction.

At the moment, sucking one of those fingers was the only way he could keep from telling, in great detail, how much he adored him. It kept the other 'L' word from slipping out and possibly scaring him away.

Delighted by the way Harley squeaked, he was determined to be the cause of many more such endearing little noises. Finger still stuck firmly between his lips, he gripped Harleout out his waist and hoisted him onto the countertop. The act of soundly plopping his bottom down onto the cool tile caused a new sound to erupt from Harley's throat; it was a cross between an indignant squawk and strangled moan. And, to Adam's ears, it was wonderful.

His hands moved downward and, placing one on each thigh, gently pushed them apart before moving into the vacant spot. Instinctively, those legs -- encased in white nylon -- wrapped themselves around his waist, png tng their bodies closer together. Due to their close proximite wae was sure the other man could feel his hardness as it throbbed within the confines of his light cotton slacks. He pressed it against him, causing Harley to rock his hips against him. Groaning, he bit down on Harley's finger; Harley, in turn, squeezed his legs tighter and rocked faster, muffling his whimpers and moans into Adam's shirt.

The small amount of blood remaining in Adam's brain told him that things were happening much faster than anticipated and that, if he didn't act quickly, his Harley was going to come soon. And he had had other plans. Grudgingly, he moved as far back as the locked legs would allow, putting some distance between the both of them. Harley moaned in disappointment and tried to scoot closer.

"No," he said, letting the finger fall from his lips. Taking hold of his chin, he tilted Harley's head back and looked down at him. His green eyes had clouded over again and his lips were slightly parted. He resisted the urge to take his bottom lip between his teeth; instead, he rested hireherehead against Harley's, occasionally causing their noses to rub together. "Not yet."

Sighing, Harley wrapped his arms around Adam's neck. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"No," he said, smiling. "Tell me." He kissed him gently on the lips. "In great detail."

"You make me crazy."

He moved lower and began ning ing along his jaw line. "How so?"

"It's the kissing and the touching. I can't think straight."

"Why not?" he breathed, hotly, into his ear.

"I don't know... I don't usually act like this."

"Like what?"

Sighing, he turned to look at Adam. "You read romance novels?"

He laughed and kissed the corner of Harley's mouth. "Not lately."

"Well, the men in those stories -- the daring, devilishly handsome, sexier than they have any right totypetypes-- come in and sweep these women off their feet. Like Rhett Butler carrying Scarlet up that giant staircase and ravishing her off-screen. They ruin these women for other men."

"And?"

"Those men don't exist. They're figments of an overactive imagination or figures of a long-dead era. And the odds of finding someone like that are highly improbably."

"But it's not impossible." He kissed him fully on the lips, cutting off any further protest. He ran hisgue gue over those oh-so-full lips and sucked on it lovingly before gaining entrance into Harley's mouth. His exploration was thorough; his tongue ran a the the roof of his mouth, across the smooth-as-pearls teeth, and wrapped itself around Harley's tongue.

Placing both palms against Adam's chest, Harley used every ounce of his will to push him away. Breathless and dizzy, he wound his hands in the material of Adam's shirt and he rested his head on his chest.

"What's'matter?"

"You're not real," he whispered. "I'm not really here and none of this is actually happening. And soon I'll wake up and I'll be in my bed, snuggling with Swift Heart Rabbit."

"Lucky rabbit," Adam mumured. "Do you want this to be real and actually happening?"

"Yes."

"And does this feel real enough to you, ma petite?" He thrust his hardness into Harley's crotch, his hips moving in small, tight circles. Harley's cry was absorbed by the fabric oam'sam's shirt. Adam's hands settled on Harley's trembling thighs as he continued his teasing. "Answer me, little one."

"Yes!" Harley sobbed. "Oh, gods, yes!"

"Put your arms around my neck," he instructed. When Harley had done so, he scooped him into his arms, his arms cupping his bottom and Harley's head tucked beneath his chin. The legs around his waist tightened.

"What are you doing?" he asked as they exited the kitchen.

"I'm carrying you up this giant staircase so I can ravish you, my dear Scarlett."

-*-

"I'm not some little girl, you know?" Harley stated. Kneeling on the bed that Adam had ever-so-gently placed him on, he began to bounce up and down. Although, he noted, being treated like one does have a bright side. There was something about the way Adam carried him up those stairs. It was like he weighed nothing at all; when they finally made it to his bedroom, Adam hadn't even been breathless. While a part of him was quite annoyed by the whole affair, when it came to the way Adam touched him, it had very little say.

The trip made him feel both insignificant and priceless, at the same time. Adam was, to put it mildly, huge. Harley could be wearing his favorite pair of stilettos and Adam would still tower over him. And the man had to have the broadest shoulders and chest on the east coast. It wouldn't surprise him to learn that he dwarfed most men by comparison. But the he he had carried him... Like he had 'Precious Cargo' stamped on his backside. And how his Adam adored his backside. A shiver ran up his spine as he imagined how those big hands looked as they made their way up theirs.irs. He sighed as he realized that nothing would please him more than having those hands all over his body.

"Is that right?" Adam asked, a faint smile on his lips. "I never would have guessed."

He immediately stopped his bouncing. "I mean, I'm not some shrng vng violet. I'm not delicate." He began undoing his braids. "Just because a guy likes to wear dresses, it doesn't make him girly. I'm just as masculine as you are."

"I'm sure you are." He walked over to the bed and handed him a round, wooden brush. "Unfortunately," he started, "I don't look as good in thigh highs and Mary Jane's as you do."

He snatched the brush from Adam's hand. "You're patronizing me, aren't you?" He brushed the k fro from his hair.

"I've heard every word you've said."

"And?"

"And if you're asking me whether or not I'll find you as attractive when you're wearing a suit and tie, the answer is yes." He framed Harley's face in his hands. "You're irresistible when you're dressed like this. I'm sure you're irresistible when you're wearing men's clothes. And I just hope and pray that my heart doesn't stop when I finally get to see you naked."

Harly sighed, partly out of contentment, partly out of exasperation. "You're impossible to stay mad at. Did you know that?"

"Actually, I didn't." Adam crawled on the bed and lie down next to him. "Truth be told, I'm sure there are a few people who would disagree with you on that point."

He carefully straddled Adam, his legs spread wide over the expanse of his waist. He settled himself down onto Adam's crotch and could feel the outline of something very hard and very big as it pressed against him. He moved his hips in a circle, the way Adam had; the action was met with an upward thrust on Adam's part and an exhalation of words that Harley was pretty sure were French.

"Do you always do that?" he asked. Adam's hands were soon at his hips, but he pushed them away. Instead, they began massaging his thighs.

"Do what?"

"The French thing." He groaned with satisfaction as Adam's hips began to buck beneath him. "You've called me petite a few times already." His breathing hitchedo yoo you always do that?" He rolled off of him and landed beside him.

"No!" Adam shouted.

He laughed, both at Adam's outburst and at his disheveled state. His face was flushed; sweat made his face glisten and his black hair was stuck to his forehead. All in all, Harley thought, he looks good with his feathers ruffled. He reached over and pulled at his shirt, pulling it out of his waistband. He bunched the material up around his chest.

"Talk to me, Adam," he said as he laid kisses on the exposed flesh. "I want to hear your voice."

"My family," Adam began, his voice cracking, "is of French descent. When we have get-togethers, that's usually all we speak. I also spent a number of years in France."

"Studying?" He worked his way down the abdomen, nipping and licking as he went.

"That, and other things." His hands gathered in Harley's hair as he swirled his tongue around his navel.

"Tell me about the other things." As Adam's grip tightened in his hair when he dipped his tongue into his belly button, he wondered how he ever could have accused him of treating him too delicately. He whimpered, but didn't ask him to let up; he found he liked the Demanding Adam as much as he did the Caressing one.

"You don't want to hear about those things."

"I can take it. I'm a big boy." And so are you, he thought as he traced the outline of Adam's cock with his tongue. This caused a whole new litany of French words to come flowing from his mouth. "Tell me everything."

"Everything?"

Getting his pants undone, he pulled them down over Adam's hips until they twisted at his knees. He gripped his thick, swollen cock tightly in his hands and stroked it. "Was there wine?"

"Yes," he gasped.

"Women?" He licked the underside of Adam's throbbing erection.

"Uh huh."

"Men?" Lapping at the flowing fluid, he circled his tongue around the headhis his cock.

"Gods, yes, Harley!" He wanted very badly to thrust into the heat of his mouth.

"What, Adam?" he asked, rubbing his cheek against the hard shaft. "Tell me what you want."

His fingers tightened around those deep red locks, pulling none-too-gently. "Make me come," he demanded, unwavering eyes locked on Harley's. "Suck me and make me come."

He watched Adam's nostrils flare as took the swollen head of his cock into his mouth. Bobbing his head slightly, he sucked and ran his tongue under the ridge of it. More fluid flowed into his mouth. Adam's hips began moving and the sounds coming from his throat urged him on. Slowly, he took more of his shaft into his mouth until the head rubbed against the back of his throat. He swallowed then, causing Adam to shout and grip his hair tighter. Moaning, he took him deeper, his throat opening to accept more of him.

All I seem to want, lately, is more of him, he thought.

He couldn't take his eyes off Adam. He watched him writhe and grunt and moan. And those sweet French words -- more terms of endearment, no doubt -- just kept coming. The room filled with their sounds of pleasure. He sucked him harder, deeper, slurping loudly as his mouth filled with essence that he couldn't swallow fast enough. His jaw ached contentedly as he continued to work him, his thoughts bent solely on carrying out Adam's order.

Soon -- too soon, in Harley's opinion -- Adam groaned, "I'm ng, ng, Harley."

He pulled back until only the tip remained. Suckling it gently, he sighed as the first thick spurt of come hit the back of his throat. He swallowed automatically. More followed in rapid succession, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. Flowing faster than he could swallow, it swept past the tight seal formed by lips and dribbled down his chin. The torrent slackened to a slight trickle and, sucking one last time, he let the head slip from between his lips.

"Harley," Adam breathed. He loosened his fingers and beckoned him closer. "My Harley."

He crawled up his body and into his arms. He sighed contentedly as Adam covered his face in kisses.

"My messy Harley," he said. He licked the come from his chin and lips.

"There was a lot." He pressed his open mouth to Adam's, giving him a taste.

"I didn't mean for it to be like that," he said, breaking the kiss.

"Like what?" Harley stared at Adam's lips, his heart set on getting another kiss.

"So rough."

"I loved every minute of it."

"But I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."

"You still can." Harley rubbed himself against Adam's stomach. "I need you, Adam," he whispered, breathlessly. "I need you right now."