"You sure you don't want to go to the club tonight?" Zac asked as he raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Harry after he had fixed his hair slightly. "Taylor said he was paying for drinks and stuff."
Harry shook his head as he crinkled his nose up, "Don't much fell like going. I figured I may just stay here and do our laundry instead of waiting until tomorrow and then I'll just binge on food and watch the Golden Girls reruns."
Crossing his arms Zac just kept eying Harry because something had been off about him ever since he got home and even the knowledge that Zac had gotten off on his bed hadn't really changed the weird mood he had been in. Zac hated to see Harry like this though especially since he knew from growing up with him that this wasn't his usual demeanor or anything. He sort of missed his playful loving Harry over this sad, gloomy one.
"Okay then," Zac finally spoke as he sighed knowing it wasn't likely that Harry would tell him what was wrong, he never did the rare times he was like this. "When I get back remember you have a date with taking this shirt off me," he reminded him hoping that maybe it would cheer Harry up.
Instead though it seemed to just make Harry worse because he looked down and just nodded his head, "If things don't change," he mumbled his voice going soft but Zac could still make out his words.
"Nothing's going to change," Zac replied as he walked to Harry's bed where Harry was sitting on the edge of it. "I want you to take your shirt off me," he smirked as he bent down and let his hands rest on both of Harry's cheeks. "And do a lot of other dirty things to me like fuck me into the mattress."
Harry blushed at that before finally smiling, "Sounds like a plan to me," he said before leaning in to peck Zac's lips briefly. "Now go and leave before Taylor and Daphne leave you behind."
Zac laughed at that and he stood up and left the room he shared with Harry quickly, checking his pockets once to make sure he had his fake id with him.
"Didn't think you were ever going to come," Daphne sighed dramatically as she stood by the front door of the apartment beside Taylor, her arms crossed and her foot stomping. "I swear you and your lover boy need to make your goodbyes quicker when people want to go out and get shitfaced."
Rolling his eyes Zac shook his head, "Harry isn't my lover boy," he clarified as Taylor opened the door and he followed behind Daphne and Taylor as they left the apartment. "He's just been my friend since we were five and mutually bonded over the fact that we hated girls."
Taylor chuckled at that, "Funny I guess some things never change cause you both still hate pussies," he spoke as they made it to the elevators and he pressed a button. "I don't see why though cause they are exceptionally nice."
"You are disgusting," Zac muttered as the doors to the elevator opened and he stepped on and looked at Daphne who had chosen to stand next to him. "If I were you I'd run from him now."
"But he can be sweet," Daphne giggled as she moved towards Taylor and kissed his cheek. "Tay has a sweet side about him Zac."
"Yeah probably when he's fucking you," Zac replied which earned him a finger from Taylor.
Daphne again giggled but looked at Zac, "I guess you're right though, I mean about Harry. If he was your lover boy he'd probably have instagrammed a picture of you by now and he hasn't."
"Of course he has," Zac defended as he crossed his arms feeling a bit offended. "We've taken numerous selfies before and I'm sure he's put some up on there," he said though to be honest he wasn't sure. He was always too busy stalking Carrick's social media that he missed most of Harry's stuff unless they were the top pictures on his page.
"Actually she's right," Taylor said as the doors to the elevator opened and he walked off. "He hasn't instagrammed anything with you in it but I guess you're too busy stalking your crush to know it."
Going silent Zac once again fell in behind Taylor and Daphne as they walked to Taylor's car and he didn't really understand why he was a bit upset that Harry had no pictures of him or with him on his instagram when Zac did have a few of Harry though his instagram mostly consisted of the food he ate, the video games he played, the books he was reading and then an occasional selfie or pics of Harry and Taylor and maybe one or two pictures he had snuck of Carrick.
Zac was half sure Harry had pictures of Taylor and his other friends on his instagram and he kind of felt left out now but maybe Daphne and Taylor were just lying to him, they had to be because Harry was his best friend and best friends posted pictures of each other on social media.
Getting in the back seat of Taylor's car when they reached it Zac remained silent hoping that now he hadn't just joined Harry in one of those gloomy moods.
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An hour later as he sat at the bar with a drink in one hand and his cell phone in the other he looked up at Carrick who had been by his side all night, "Taylor and Daphne were right," he muttered as he frowned before finally putting his phone away. "Harry hasn't shared any pictures of me on his instagram."
"Oh poor baby," Carrick teased as he nudged Zac's arm playfully. "Maybe you'll have to talk to him when you get back home," he muttered as he took one last drink of the beer he had. Zac reckoned that had been Carrick's third and he hadn't seen Carrick drink that much before.
"Maybe though I should just go talk to him now. Track his skinny little tight ass jeans wearing ass down and talk to him," Zac growled before taking a long swig of his own beer. It was only his first and it could very well be his last because he knew when he was in one of these moods it was hard for him to concentrate on much else.
Shaking his head Zac didn't even give Carrick time to reply, "I just don't get him. We've been friends for years, we live together for god sakes, we...." he started almost revealing that they fucked but he didn't want to tell Carrick that. "We've just been close and yet it's like he is ashamed to share a picture of me on the main social media site that he uses a lot."
Carrick shrugged at Zac's words, "I don't have any pictures of you up either."
"But we've only been friends a year, it's different," Zac argued as he stood from the bar now, intent on going to find Harry. "I'm going to find that asshole and he is going to explain himself."
"And how do you plan on getting there?" Carrick asked curiously and Zac turned to look at him again. "I mean you got here with Taylor and Daphne and I don't think they plan on leaving anytime soon bud."
Zac stayed frozen in his spot because he knew Carrick had a point, "Maybe I'm overreacting," he muttered as he felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks as it hit him just how crazy he was acting over this whole thing and he hated that Carrick was a witness to it. "I'm such a dumbass."
Carrick nodded his head in agreement as he laughed and stood up, "But you're a cute dumbass," he said and Zac blushed even more but this time it was because of Carrick's compliments. "Now how about you dance with me? I think you said you'd show me all those good moves you had."
Nodding his head happily Zac let Carrick grab a hold of his wrist and lead him out towards the dance floor where soon he linked his arm around Carrick's neck and began to dance up close with him. Carrick was a bit taller than him but luckily not tall enough that Zac still couldn't hold onto him but he really was no Harry, Harry was at least a bit closer to his height even if Harry did have legs for days.
As they continued to dance Zac let himself get lost in the fun he was having, especially since Carrick seemed to be showing him much more affection and attention than he usually did. It was nice and new and he half thought that maybe he was dreaming at first.
"You know," Carrick whispered as he moved his head down closer to Zac's ear. "I have something I want to tell you. Been wanting to do it for awhile now but couldn't because of circumstances."
Shivering at how close Carrick was and the feel of Carrick's breath on his neck, Zac was about to ask what it was when he felt someone nudge into them and when he pulled away he looked at Taylor. Doing his best not to glare he eyed his brother hoping whatever Taylor was interrupting this conversation for was good.
"I thought Harry wasn't coming tonight," Taylor spoke without even waiting for Zac to ask him what he wanted.
Zac raised an eyebrow at Taylor's words, "He isn't. He said he was gonna go do laundry and just watch the Golden Girls reruns."
"Then he must have a damn twin," Taylor replied as he pointed to a group of men all dancing together and as Zac eyed the group his eyes widened because right there in the middle of them was Harry who looked way better than when he had last seen him.
Gone was gloomy Harry and in his place was some sort of sex god or something. He was even dressed better with his hair in one of those head scarves and a white t-shirt as well as black skinny jeans and Zac was sure he was probably wearing boots because he seemed to have picked up Taylor's love for them.
"He lied to me," Zac muttered feeling much of the anger he had tried to push at bay earlier coming up again though besides the anger he also seemed to feel something else because he wasn't quit fond of how close some of those men were to Harry and when one of the men behind him slung their arm around his neck and Harry turned his head to kiss that man Zac snarled because who was he to kiss Harry? He wasn't Nick and he sure as heck wasn't Zac and therefor Harry was off limits.
"I'll be back," Zac spoke as he looked at Carrick and Taylor who both seemed to be watching him. "Just need to go kill someone," he added in before walking away from them and over towards Harry and his gaggle of men, mostly fucking twinks.
When he reached where Harry was he cleared his throat loud enough that he would be heard over the music and as the men turned to look at him he glared as Harry pulled away from the guy he was kissing and just gave Zac a goofy grin as if that would make things okay.
"Sorry to interrupt but I need to borrow your main attraction," Zac stated as he reached for Harry's arm and pulled him away before the men or even Harry could object.
As he lead Harry outside of the club he stayed silent though the moment they reached outside he dropped Harry's arm as the semi warm California breeze hit them. "You fucking lied to me," he spat out harshly which made Harry flinch visibly. "Telling me you were going to do laundry and stay home but no you fucking show up here and decide to have your own god damn gay orgy on the dance floor."
"I didn't lie," Harry said as he looked away from Zac's gaze. "My plans just changed. My friend Colton asked me to come out and I agreed."
"I fucking asked you if you were sure you didn't want to come," Zac sighed as he stepped a bit closer to Harry. "And you turned me down with your excuse, yet you'll come for whoever the hell Colton is."
"Colton was the guy I was kissing," Harry revealed as he finally looked up at Zac. "We have an art class together."
Zac snarled again as he crossed his arms, "Well good for you two," he hissed out not even caring that he was acting this way out in a parking lot. "You still gave me some excuse though. I'm starting to think I mean nothing to you anymore Harry," he admitted as he shook his head. "Lying to me...not sharing pictures of me on instagram...not telling me you have someone special in your life who clearly isn't Nick."
"Well okay maybe I lied to you," Harry finally conceded and Zac rolled his eyes at that but at least he was admitting the truth there. "But I'm seriously confused on this instagram stuff and having someone special."
"So you confess to one thing but want to play dumb again?" Zac asked as he shook his head. "Typical you, always never admitting or owning up to stuff," he sighed as he finally uncrossed his arms. "I spent an hour in there looking at your instagram after Taylor and Daphne told me you hadn't posted a picture of me at all on there, mainly because I didn't want to think they were right. But they were and imagine my surprise when I'm stalking your instagram that I find some of your pics captioned with things you did with someone special, like taking them to our god damn place in the park or watching You've Got Mail with them...hell you even read Fifty Shades of Grey with them and you promised me that you'd only ever read that with me," he rambled on not even caring that he was sounding like a jealous lover.
Once he was done rambling he just looked at Harry who stood there with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights, "And I really don't think you want to get me started on you kissing Colton because that made me mad too. He isn't me or Nick and his hands shouldn't be on you like that," he added in before turning to walk away.
Going inside he quickly found Carrick again and he did his best to ignore the angry outburst he had just had and how much he had sounded more like a jealous lover than a wounded friend, because he wasn't a jealous lover. Harry wasn't the man whom he was crushing on. Harry was just his best friend who he occasionally had sex with now.
And as the night went on Carrick did help him forget and ignore his issues and of course he never even seemed to mention the conversation that Taylor had interrupted all because of Harry. Maybe tomorrow he could ask Carrick what he had needed to tell him because it seemed apparent that Carrick wasn't going to bring it up now.
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Later that night as he left behind Daphne and Taylor, Zac raised an eyebrow, "Did Harry leave with Colton?" he asked not seeing Harry around yet he had known Harry had ended up hanging out with them after his blow up outside.
Daphne turned back to Zac and nodded her head yes, "Said he was going to go home with him actually."
"Oh," Zac replied feeling a bit hurt because of the plans he and Harry had made, he had thought Harry would know that even if he was mad that he'd still want to go through with them.
"Well actually pretty sure Harry said they were going to go somewhere more private for drinks and then go to his house," Taylor added in as he turned to look at Zac who had fallen behind. "They left to go to Villains Tavern about ten minutes ago."
Zac stopped walking altogether at that and he sighed but as he stood there he felt a hand on his back and when he turned around he found Carrick beside him, "I can drive you home," Carrick muttered as he rubbed Zac's back slightly. "You look like you could use a friend."
Nodding his head Zac looked down and listened as Carrick called out to Taylor that he was taking Zac home and when Taylor didn't object he felt Carrick turn and lead him towards his car.
"Are you ever going to tell me what you were going to say before Taylor interrupted us?" Zac asked wanting to get his mind off Harry and the strained issues they had at the moment. "I've been dying to know all night," he said as he came to a stop beside the passenger side door of Carrick's car.
Carrick stopped at the driver's side and Zac watched as he looked down, "I umm...I..kind of....maybe a lot...." he started but stopped as he looked at a point past Zac and shook his head.
Raising an eyebrow Zac turned as well and he swallowed as he saw Harry standing by his car and opening the door. Harry must have felt both eyes on him because eventually he turned around and gave them both an innocent smile.
"I umm kind of turned Colton's offer down," Harry spoke as if he had overheard everything Taylor had told Zac. "Just going to go home and sleep. Do you need a ride Zac?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow and looked at Zac expectantly.
It was an action that made Zac look between Harry and Carrick as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. On one hand he wanted to ride with Carrick because maybe once they were alone in his car without the possibility of Harry ruining things Carrick could finally tell him what the hell he had been trying to tell him but then on the other hand he wanted to ride home with Harry because he knew once they got home they could get straight to the sex without him having to wait for Carrick to drive him home.
Riding with Harry would make it much easier on his cock which it seemed had jumped to attention with the way Harry was just standing there looking at him.
"I think I'll ride with Harry," Zac said as he gave Carrick an apologetic look. "He's heading my way and for you it adds an extra thirty minutes on your way home," he shrugged as he turned and walked to where Harry waited.
When he reached Harry, he saw Harry give him a giddy child like smile, like he had won some sort of battle but Zac didn't question it, instead he got in the passenger side as Harry got in the driver's side and nothing was even said between them on the way home. He half figured when they did talk it would be when they got home and had sex.
Harry shook his head as he crinkled his nose up, "Don't much fell like going. I figured I may just stay here and do our laundry instead of waiting until tomorrow and then I'll just binge on food and watch the Golden Girls reruns."
Crossing his arms Zac just kept eying Harry because something had been off about him ever since he got home and even the knowledge that Zac had gotten off on his bed hadn't really changed the weird mood he had been in. Zac hated to see Harry like this though especially since he knew from growing up with him that this wasn't his usual demeanor or anything. He sort of missed his playful loving Harry over this sad, gloomy one.
"Okay then," Zac finally spoke as he sighed knowing it wasn't likely that Harry would tell him what was wrong, he never did the rare times he was like this. "When I get back remember you have a date with taking this shirt off me," he reminded him hoping that maybe it would cheer Harry up.
Instead though it seemed to just make Harry worse because he looked down and just nodded his head, "If things don't change," he mumbled his voice going soft but Zac could still make out his words.
"Nothing's going to change," Zac replied as he walked to Harry's bed where Harry was sitting on the edge of it. "I want you to take your shirt off me," he smirked as he bent down and let his hands rest on both of Harry's cheeks. "And do a lot of other dirty things to me like fuck me into the mattress."
Harry blushed at that before finally smiling, "Sounds like a plan to me," he said before leaning in to peck Zac's lips briefly. "Now go and leave before Taylor and Daphne leave you behind."
Zac laughed at that and he stood up and left the room he shared with Harry quickly, checking his pockets once to make sure he had his fake id with him.
"Didn't think you were ever going to come," Daphne sighed dramatically as she stood by the front door of the apartment beside Taylor, her arms crossed and her foot stomping. "I swear you and your lover boy need to make your goodbyes quicker when people want to go out and get shitfaced."
Rolling his eyes Zac shook his head, "Harry isn't my lover boy," he clarified as Taylor opened the door and he followed behind Daphne and Taylor as they left the apartment. "He's just been my friend since we were five and mutually bonded over the fact that we hated girls."
Taylor chuckled at that, "Funny I guess some things never change cause you both still hate pussies," he spoke as they made it to the elevators and he pressed a button. "I don't see why though cause they are exceptionally nice."
"You are disgusting," Zac muttered as the doors to the elevator opened and he stepped on and looked at Daphne who had chosen to stand next to him. "If I were you I'd run from him now."
"But he can be sweet," Daphne giggled as she moved towards Taylor and kissed his cheek. "Tay has a sweet side about him Zac."
"Yeah probably when he's fucking you," Zac replied which earned him a finger from Taylor.
Daphne again giggled but looked at Zac, "I guess you're right though, I mean about Harry. If he was your lover boy he'd probably have instagrammed a picture of you by now and he hasn't."
"Of course he has," Zac defended as he crossed his arms feeling a bit offended. "We've taken numerous selfies before and I'm sure he's put some up on there," he said though to be honest he wasn't sure. He was always too busy stalking Carrick's social media that he missed most of Harry's stuff unless they were the top pictures on his page.
"Actually she's right," Taylor said as the doors to the elevator opened and he walked off. "He hasn't instagrammed anything with you in it but I guess you're too busy stalking your crush to know it."
Going silent Zac once again fell in behind Taylor and Daphne as they walked to Taylor's car and he didn't really understand why he was a bit upset that Harry had no pictures of him or with him on his instagram when Zac did have a few of Harry though his instagram mostly consisted of the food he ate, the video games he played, the books he was reading and then an occasional selfie or pics of Harry and Taylor and maybe one or two pictures he had snuck of Carrick.
Zac was half sure Harry had pictures of Taylor and his other friends on his instagram and he kind of felt left out now but maybe Daphne and Taylor were just lying to him, they had to be because Harry was his best friend and best friends posted pictures of each other on social media.
Getting in the back seat of Taylor's car when they reached it Zac remained silent hoping that now he hadn't just joined Harry in one of those gloomy moods.
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An hour later as he sat at the bar with a drink in one hand and his cell phone in the other he looked up at Carrick who had been by his side all night, "Taylor and Daphne were right," he muttered as he frowned before finally putting his phone away. "Harry hasn't shared any pictures of me on his instagram."
"Oh poor baby," Carrick teased as he nudged Zac's arm playfully. "Maybe you'll have to talk to him when you get back home," he muttered as he took one last drink of the beer he had. Zac reckoned that had been Carrick's third and he hadn't seen Carrick drink that much before.
"Maybe though I should just go talk to him now. Track his skinny little tight ass jeans wearing ass down and talk to him," Zac growled before taking a long swig of his own beer. It was only his first and it could very well be his last because he knew when he was in one of these moods it was hard for him to concentrate on much else.
Shaking his head Zac didn't even give Carrick time to reply, "I just don't get him. We've been friends for years, we live together for god sakes, we...." he started almost revealing that they fucked but he didn't want to tell Carrick that. "We've just been close and yet it's like he is ashamed to share a picture of me on the main social media site that he uses a lot."
Carrick shrugged at Zac's words, "I don't have any pictures of you up either."
"But we've only been friends a year, it's different," Zac argued as he stood from the bar now, intent on going to find Harry. "I'm going to find that asshole and he is going to explain himself."
"And how do you plan on getting there?" Carrick asked curiously and Zac turned to look at him again. "I mean you got here with Taylor and Daphne and I don't think they plan on leaving anytime soon bud."
Zac stayed frozen in his spot because he knew Carrick had a point, "Maybe I'm overreacting," he muttered as he felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks as it hit him just how crazy he was acting over this whole thing and he hated that Carrick was a witness to it. "I'm such a dumbass."
Carrick nodded his head in agreement as he laughed and stood up, "But you're a cute dumbass," he said and Zac blushed even more but this time it was because of Carrick's compliments. "Now how about you dance with me? I think you said you'd show me all those good moves you had."
Nodding his head happily Zac let Carrick grab a hold of his wrist and lead him out towards the dance floor where soon he linked his arm around Carrick's neck and began to dance up close with him. Carrick was a bit taller than him but luckily not tall enough that Zac still couldn't hold onto him but he really was no Harry, Harry was at least a bit closer to his height even if Harry did have legs for days.
As they continued to dance Zac let himself get lost in the fun he was having, especially since Carrick seemed to be showing him much more affection and attention than he usually did. It was nice and new and he half thought that maybe he was dreaming at first.
"You know," Carrick whispered as he moved his head down closer to Zac's ear. "I have something I want to tell you. Been wanting to do it for awhile now but couldn't because of circumstances."
Shivering at how close Carrick was and the feel of Carrick's breath on his neck, Zac was about to ask what it was when he felt someone nudge into them and when he pulled away he looked at Taylor. Doing his best not to glare he eyed his brother hoping whatever Taylor was interrupting this conversation for was good.
"I thought Harry wasn't coming tonight," Taylor spoke without even waiting for Zac to ask him what he wanted.
Zac raised an eyebrow at Taylor's words, "He isn't. He said he was gonna go do laundry and just watch the Golden Girls reruns."
"Then he must have a damn twin," Taylor replied as he pointed to a group of men all dancing together and as Zac eyed the group his eyes widened because right there in the middle of them was Harry who looked way better than when he had last seen him.
Gone was gloomy Harry and in his place was some sort of sex god or something. He was even dressed better with his hair in one of those head scarves and a white t-shirt as well as black skinny jeans and Zac was sure he was probably wearing boots because he seemed to have picked up Taylor's love for them.
"He lied to me," Zac muttered feeling much of the anger he had tried to push at bay earlier coming up again though besides the anger he also seemed to feel something else because he wasn't quit fond of how close some of those men were to Harry and when one of the men behind him slung their arm around his neck and Harry turned his head to kiss that man Zac snarled because who was he to kiss Harry? He wasn't Nick and he sure as heck wasn't Zac and therefor Harry was off limits.
"I'll be back," Zac spoke as he looked at Carrick and Taylor who both seemed to be watching him. "Just need to go kill someone," he added in before walking away from them and over towards Harry and his gaggle of men, mostly fucking twinks.
When he reached where Harry was he cleared his throat loud enough that he would be heard over the music and as the men turned to look at him he glared as Harry pulled away from the guy he was kissing and just gave Zac a goofy grin as if that would make things okay.
"Sorry to interrupt but I need to borrow your main attraction," Zac stated as he reached for Harry's arm and pulled him away before the men or even Harry could object.
As he lead Harry outside of the club he stayed silent though the moment they reached outside he dropped Harry's arm as the semi warm California breeze hit them. "You fucking lied to me," he spat out harshly which made Harry flinch visibly. "Telling me you were going to do laundry and stay home but no you fucking show up here and decide to have your own god damn gay orgy on the dance floor."
"I didn't lie," Harry said as he looked away from Zac's gaze. "My plans just changed. My friend Colton asked me to come out and I agreed."
"I fucking asked you if you were sure you didn't want to come," Zac sighed as he stepped a bit closer to Harry. "And you turned me down with your excuse, yet you'll come for whoever the hell Colton is."
"Colton was the guy I was kissing," Harry revealed as he finally looked up at Zac. "We have an art class together."
Zac snarled again as he crossed his arms, "Well good for you two," he hissed out not even caring that he was acting this way out in a parking lot. "You still gave me some excuse though. I'm starting to think I mean nothing to you anymore Harry," he admitted as he shook his head. "Lying to me...not sharing pictures of me on instagram...not telling me you have someone special in your life who clearly isn't Nick."
"Well okay maybe I lied to you," Harry finally conceded and Zac rolled his eyes at that but at least he was admitting the truth there. "But I'm seriously confused on this instagram stuff and having someone special."
"So you confess to one thing but want to play dumb again?" Zac asked as he shook his head. "Typical you, always never admitting or owning up to stuff," he sighed as he finally uncrossed his arms. "I spent an hour in there looking at your instagram after Taylor and Daphne told me you hadn't posted a picture of me at all on there, mainly because I didn't want to think they were right. But they were and imagine my surprise when I'm stalking your instagram that I find some of your pics captioned with things you did with someone special, like taking them to our god damn place in the park or watching You've Got Mail with them...hell you even read Fifty Shades of Grey with them and you promised me that you'd only ever read that with me," he rambled on not even caring that he was sounding like a jealous lover.
Once he was done rambling he just looked at Harry who stood there with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights, "And I really don't think you want to get me started on you kissing Colton because that made me mad too. He isn't me or Nick and his hands shouldn't be on you like that," he added in before turning to walk away.
Going inside he quickly found Carrick again and he did his best to ignore the angry outburst he had just had and how much he had sounded more like a jealous lover than a wounded friend, because he wasn't a jealous lover. Harry wasn't the man whom he was crushing on. Harry was just his best friend who he occasionally had sex with now.
And as the night went on Carrick did help him forget and ignore his issues and of course he never even seemed to mention the conversation that Taylor had interrupted all because of Harry. Maybe tomorrow he could ask Carrick what he had needed to tell him because it seemed apparent that Carrick wasn't going to bring it up now.
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Later that night as he left behind Daphne and Taylor, Zac raised an eyebrow, "Did Harry leave with Colton?" he asked not seeing Harry around yet he had known Harry had ended up hanging out with them after his blow up outside.
Daphne turned back to Zac and nodded her head yes, "Said he was going to go home with him actually."
"Oh," Zac replied feeling a bit hurt because of the plans he and Harry had made, he had thought Harry would know that even if he was mad that he'd still want to go through with them.
"Well actually pretty sure Harry said they were going to go somewhere more private for drinks and then go to his house," Taylor added in as he turned to look at Zac who had fallen behind. "They left to go to Villains Tavern about ten minutes ago."
Zac stopped walking altogether at that and he sighed but as he stood there he felt a hand on his back and when he turned around he found Carrick beside him, "I can drive you home," Carrick muttered as he rubbed Zac's back slightly. "You look like you could use a friend."
Nodding his head Zac looked down and listened as Carrick called out to Taylor that he was taking Zac home and when Taylor didn't object he felt Carrick turn and lead him towards his car.
"Are you ever going to tell me what you were going to say before Taylor interrupted us?" Zac asked wanting to get his mind off Harry and the strained issues they had at the moment. "I've been dying to know all night," he said as he came to a stop beside the passenger side door of Carrick's car.
Carrick stopped at the driver's side and Zac watched as he looked down, "I umm...I..kind of....maybe a lot...." he started but stopped as he looked at a point past Zac and shook his head.
Raising an eyebrow Zac turned as well and he swallowed as he saw Harry standing by his car and opening the door. Harry must have felt both eyes on him because eventually he turned around and gave them both an innocent smile.
"I umm kind of turned Colton's offer down," Harry spoke as if he had overheard everything Taylor had told Zac. "Just going to go home and sleep. Do you need a ride Zac?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow and looked at Zac expectantly.
It was an action that made Zac look between Harry and Carrick as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. On one hand he wanted to ride with Carrick because maybe once they were alone in his car without the possibility of Harry ruining things Carrick could finally tell him what the hell he had been trying to tell him but then on the other hand he wanted to ride home with Harry because he knew once they got home they could get straight to the sex without him having to wait for Carrick to drive him home.
Riding with Harry would make it much easier on his cock which it seemed had jumped to attention with the way Harry was just standing there looking at him.
"I think I'll ride with Harry," Zac said as he gave Carrick an apologetic look. "He's heading my way and for you it adds an extra thirty minutes on your way home," he shrugged as he turned and walked to where Harry waited.
When he reached Harry, he saw Harry give him a giddy child like smile, like he had won some sort of battle but Zac didn't question it, instead he got in the passenger side as Harry got in the driver's side and nothing was even said between them on the way home. He half figured when they did talk it would be when they got home and had sex.
