“Shut the fuck up. It wasn’t anything more.”
“I’ve never had anyone do that for me. Ever.”
“Don’t go reading into anything. It didn’t mean anything.”
Asher put his hand to his heart, half joking, half not. “It meant something to me. So you shut the fuck up. I knew you liked me.”
Harry glared and huffed out his nose like a bull, though he didn’t argue. And were the tips of his ears turning red?
Holy shit.
Was Asher actually right? Harry did like him! Probably equal parts hated him too, but that reaction... Harrylikedhim.
Asher couldn’t help but smile, despite the odd squeezing of his heart. “For what it’s worth, I like you too,” Asher admitted. “But I alsodon’tlike you for a good portion of every day.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I happen to like you a whole lot more when you have my dick in your mouth or when your dick is in my ass. That’s my favourite.”
Harry scoffed. “Do you have any shame?”
“None. I like what I like, and I have no problem in asking for it.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Asher glanced back toward the bathroom. “I would be all for joining the mile-high club, but I’m rather tired. And how comfortable are these seats?”
Harry chuckled, but he ran his hand along the arm rest. “They’re pretty comfortable.” Then he rubbed his stomach. “Bit hungry though. We should have eaten this afternoon.”
“Check the supplies,” Asher said, nodding to the cabinets behind the cockpit. “They’re usually stocked. I doubt it’d be stocked as though we had an attendant to serve us wine and cheese, but there should be something in there.”
Harry raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Travel on private jets often?”
“Not for a while.”
“With Four?”
God, the way he says that name.He really was jealous. “Not with him. He sends a plane for me.”
“Must be nice,” Harry mumbled. He got out of his seat and walked to the storage unit, head lowered so he cleared the ceiling. “Oh, hell yes,” he said, pulling out a cannister of Pringles. “Can we eat whatever?”
Asher laughed. “I’m sure we can.” His eyelids were getting heavy again.
Harry had a few things tucked under his arm. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he grumbled. “You gotta be kidding me.”
Asher looked up then, concerned.
Harry held up a packet of Asher’s favourite mints. “Did Four request these be stocked just for you?”
Asher laughed at that. “Highly unlikely.”
Harry handed them to him as he went back to his seat. “They’re not sugar free, so you’re welcome.”
Smiling, Asher tucked them into his top pocket, reclined his seat, and closed his eyes.
* * *
Asher wokeup some hours later. The cabin was dark, dimly lit. Harry was asleep, breathing soundly, the cockpit door was slightly ajar. Asher didn’t like the fact that they’d been asleep, vulnerable, in the company of a stranger.