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Harry's House, none too soon
With the window rolled down, Eric's arm dangled out the side of the car. The night's air felt good against his skin. His head rested against the back of the front, passenger seat. His skin was flushed from Harry's blood and the sex in the back seat. He struggled against smiling too much. He could see that Harry loved driving the car.
The '66 Road Runner rumbled like thunder into the parking lot not far from Harry's place. His head rolled with the turn. While mimicking contentment and cool had been his way of life for a long, long time, Eric felt it. Homesick? Sure. He planned on stealing Harry away from his precious city for a time. But for the moment, Eric was content.
He smiled at Harry.
The '66 Road Runner rumbled like thunder into the parking lot not far from Harry's place. His head rolled with the turn. While mimicking contentment and cool had been his way of life for a long, long time, Eric felt it. Homesick? Sure. He planned on stealing Harry away from his precious city for a time. But for the moment, Eric was content.
He smiled at Harry.