"What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh no, it's curved like a road through mountains."
Tennessee Williams
The first time Harry falls into bed with a man, he is genuinely surprised at the fact that he is not intoxicated in the least.
He'd been at a bar in Clover gathering information on a missing sister that an acquaintance had enquired about. The job was simple enough and within ten minutes of entering the establishment he already had her new alias and an address. He'd stayed a while longer chatting with the regulars of the bar that he knew, catching up and exchanging tid-bits of information that may or may not have been useful.
When Arika leans over the table to ask Evan for a favour, their eyes meet. He's at the bar, reclining on the marble-top with a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. When their eyes clash over the top of Arika's head, Harry is hard-pressed to fight the blush steadily making it's way up his body when the stranger throws him an arrogant smirk, a wink and a quick lip of the lips.
Ten minutes later and the stranger is practically eye-fucking him the way he trails his gaze over every inch of Evan's body. When Evan leaves, he's not surprised that the man from the bar follows.
Not even twenty minutes later and they're checking into a nearby motel, barely suppressing their need to touch and feel and fuck. The minute the door is closed behind them, Harry starts ripping off the stranger's clothes. He manages to shove him up against the door but is taken aback when in an instant their positions are swapped and his back is hitting the door as the man tears through his shirt before grabbing Harry by the back of his thighs and hoisting him up. Harry doesn't know what to do but wrap his legs around the perfectly sculpted waist of this heaven sent stranger and thrust into the uncontrollable heat that purges through his body.
It's different being with a man. There is no softness, no compliance; it's all hard angles and sculpted muscles. He doesn't submit to Harry's will the way his past paramours have; instead, he fights tooth and nail to dominate. Harry's always liked it rough but this is so much more intense, so much more animalistic and primal that he doesn't care that it hasn't even been five minutes before he's thrown onto the bed and he finds himself gasping for breath when a hot mouth works him to finish. It's the first time Harry see's stars when he climaxes.