Karl and Harry sinclair: another move forward?
players only. takes place a few days ago.



"So, what would you say to taking a real holiday this year? Convince the boy to take a month off," Harry says, chewing on his ham and swiss sandwich at the bistro's high table. "Go somewhere we haven't been, or been in a while or something."

Karl pops a chip in his mouth and crunches while thinking. "Sounds good to me. I have those auditions next week but I doubt anything'll come of them," he says. "Where were you thinking of?"

"Don't know. We could subject him to home." Harry's half-serious, downing his sandwich bite with a healthy swig of beer. "Cruise?"

"Cruise home, or is that the alternative?" Karl asks, signaling for another beer.

"Alternative. We could take Dougray to Wellington, show him the sights," Harry says. "And do a cruise. Or do a cruise. There's this gay cruise to the Galapagos."

"You serious?" A gay cruise?

"Yeah. Serious." Harry makes the cross-your-heart motion. "I was chatting with one of Jonny's friends who does these gay cruises all the time."

"And they're not one big fuckin' orgy?" Karl says, tossing a few more chips into his mouth.

Harry lightly kicks Karl's shin. "No, they're not. Not all of them. You'd just be with people who don't mind us kissing."

"And don't mind us kissing the boy as well?" Karl kicks back, every bit as lightly.

"Of course not." The next kick is a bit harder, coupled with a wicked smile. "How bruised you want to be after lunch, Karl?"

"Well, there's being okay with people being a gay couple and there's being okay with them being poly, and that's not even getting into the rest of it," Karl says, ignoring the second part for a moment.

Harry thinks on Karl's comment. "It's a gay cruise, not a bondage cruise. I'm sure there are those available," he says. "We'd be three gay guys on a yacht of gay guys."

Karl grins. "Okay, sure," he says, shrugging lightly. "I'm in." He nods at the other half of Harry's sandwich. "You gonna eat that?"

"Nah, you take it. I want dessert." Harry raises his hand, motioning for a server. "So, we'll look at cruises. How much trouble's it gonna be to convince Dougray?"

"To take the month off?" Karl snorts. "It'll be like pulling teeth but he'll come and once he's there, he'll be glad we made him."

"Then we start work tonight. Wine and dine him? Tie him to a chair and torture him mercilessly."

Karl laughs. "Definitely both." He grins at Harry. "You happy with everything?" he asks after a moment.

Harry thinks that an odd question, so his initial response is a shrug. "Yeah. I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be?" He orders cheesecake and another beer, then settles back into his chair, kicking Karl again, this time could be called accidental. "I have this great lover, a wonderful boy."

Karl bites at his lower lip. "What would you think of giving up condoms with him?" he asks, still kind of unsure about how he even feels about it. It's a part of Harry that until now has been only his.

"It's a logical move." Harry goes with the gut reaction first, taking the emotion out of it. It was never a big issue for him and Karl to stop using them with each other, just a natural progression. "I don't see a reason not to stop. We're pretty damned monogamous for a threesome."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly worried about that part of it," Karl confesses softly.

"Wanting to keep that for us?"

Karl nods. "There's a part of me that does," he murmurs. "The other part says he's gonna be with us forever..."

"I'm liking the second part." Harry smiles, picks up his fork and digs into his cheesecake almost before it's on the table. "I think he's around forever."

"Of course, that's assuming he'd want to give them up," Karl says, picking up a fork and nabbing a piece of Harry's dessert while he can.

Harry pokes Karl's hand with his fork. "Sandwich and boy I'll share, but not cheesecake," he menaces. "You think he wouldn't want it?"

Karl shrugs, pulling his fork back. One bite's enough for him and he pops it in his mouth. "I don't know," he starts, mouth still full of cheesecake, then stops until he's finished. "In case you hadn't noticed, we're the only ones saying the L word. Maybe he doesn't really feel the same way."

Another bite of cheesecake, Harry swirling his tongue around the richness, damned near orgasmic, and he's thinking on Karl's comment. He hasn't noticed it before. "Maybe we're moving too fast. I thought he felt the same we did. Hadn't noticed the lack of L word."

"Well, it doesn't have to mean anything," Karl says. "We weren't exactly quick to say it when we met either. I just think we should probably find out one way or another how he feels about things before we go giving that up. It might be stupid but it means a lot to me. Especially since it's the one we've kept for each other."

"Not stupid. Hard to give up something like that." Harry leaves a sliver of the cheesecake on the plate, about a bite and a half, and slides it across to Karl. "Weird, thinking I've been through it all, from when condoms were nothing to being a major life choice."

Karl gives Harry a smile, secretly tickled that his lover would give him the last bite. "Yeah, I know, and I didn't even think of using them when I was first fucking around. AIDS only happened to guys having huge orgies every friggin night, not teenagers fucking around." He shakes his head. "Only took seeing one friend infected to smarten me up."

"I miss those orgies," Harry says, sighing briefly before it slips into a smirk. "We should have one. Can you have an orgy with just three people?"

"I think we could," Karl murmurs, eyes full of mischief. "Want to try?"

"Can't pass up a challenge like that. We'll talk to the boy 'bout it."

"About all of it?" Karl clarifies, motioning for their check.

"All of it, although," Harry says, pausing to finish his beer, "I think we might want to spring the orgy on him first. Then the holiday won't seem as bad."

Karl cracks up. He half-stands, leaning over the table, and kisses Harry, full on the mouth. "Love you."

The kiss startles Harry. So public. So tasty, that last lingering of cheesecake. "Love you more," he teases. "I'll take care of the bill."

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