The afternoon at the beach was wonderful, but it tired Harry out more than he would admit. Chloe insisted on building at least three 'perfect' sandcastles, playing with her ball and many rounds of chasing game.

When they got home, both were dead tired and hungry. Chloe ran to her mum and started narrating about her afternoon. However, Harry could sense something bad in the air.

Perry was already at home, because his shoes vere neatly put next to the inside doormat, but when Harry came to the living room, he found only Rachel sitting on the couch with his niece on her lap.

"Hi! How was you afternoon?" Harry asked.

"I went for a walk, but this city is so weird. I'm not even sure why, maybe it's the weather...or people, I don't know." She patted Chloe's head and sighed. "I made some dinner. It's in the kitchen, although I'm not sure if it still is, because when I mentioned it to your 'chief', he only murmured something and left."

Harry cursed inwardly. He forgot to tell Rachel how anal Perry was about his kitchen...that wasn't good. He sensed that this evening would end badly.

"Don't mind him, he's sometimes a bit moody after stakeout." He tried to lighten the situation.

"Whatever, I don't get why are you staying here."

At this moment Perry showed up. His hair wet from the shower, but instead of the usual dressing gown he wore some casual set of clothes. Always gentleman. He must have heard at least part of their conversation and looked slightly pissed, but that only Harry could tell.

"How was your--"

Harry didn't get to finish his sentence, because Perry stopped him harshly. "What? Can you tell me why are you wearing your outside shoes in the living room!?"

Fuck! The shoes... Harry averted his gaze and quickly went to put them down, choosing his comfy slippers instead. He could hear Rachel's outburst.

"That's enough, stop treating him like shit, okay? And don't yell in front of my daughter. Harry, you should really consider moving out of this--" she paused, looking for the right word, "palace!"

Perry felt anger, but also bunch of other emotions flow over him. He stood there baffled, looking between her and Harry, who didn't react.

"I'm going to sleep." Perry said at last and disappeared to the hall, heading towards his room. The room he started sharing with Harry some weeks ago.

Back in the living room they heard only a distant click of the door.

Chloe looked at her own shoes nervously. "Is Perry also mad at me? I don't want him to be mad at me. I'm sorry about the shoes." She whined.

"It's okay, honey." Rachel calmed her. "You did nothing wrong."

That seemed to help, because the girl cooled down almost immediately, stood up and fished for a small camera in Harry's pocket.

"Harry, show mom the castle we made." She grinned.

Rachel sighed, but smiled. "Okay, show me."

After putting Chloe in her bed, they ate the dinner which Rachel had made earlier and Harry was trying to clean everything up and to set the kitchen to the previous state. No need to anger Perry more than necessary in the morning.

"Jeff never liked you - I know - but still he could find a work for you and he will if I tell him." She started once sitting back on the couch.

Harry coughed suddenly, looking shocked. "But-- Why?"

"This place is terrible Harry, you should come home. I'll help you with everything if you promise not to steal anymore." Rachel put her hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want to! I mean, thanks, but I love my new life here, really..." And Perry.

"Whatever Harry, just remember that you have us, okay?"

He hugged her. "Thanks. I think I'm going to sleep, anything you need?"

She shook her head, so Harry started in the direction of Perry's - their - room. He stopped himself in time and went to his old bedroom instead. There was just the bed left and also some crap he didn't need. And it was cold. He really missed Perry behind his back when he crouched under his blanket.

Maybe an hour or so later, when Harry was sure that everyone must have been sleeping already, he heard the door open.

And then he smelled the too familiar scent.

"Perry?"

Without words, Perry just climbed to the bed and put his hand around Harry's waist possessively.

"Perry! What the hell!?" That was Harry's rational reaction, but his body seemed to act otherwise. He felt himself harden, just from the gentle grip, which Perry had on his hip.Fuck.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry I yelled earlier. And I'm also sorry that I hate your sister, but I can't help it."

Harry chuckled. Perry was cute while being sincere.

"How was your stakeout?" Harry snuggled closer to him and enjoyed the warm feeling.

"Pff...Tiring and boring. But I'm not bored now." He gave Harry's cock a quick squeeze through the boxers and smirked when he felt it harden even more. "And neither are you." He licked Harry's earlobe.

"Unf..Perry! Stop, please! I don't want to--" He paused and gasped, because Perry moved his hips just the right way so his crotch met Harry's ass. "Please! I don't want to do this now."

Perry stopped and let go. That made Harry twirl, but he was glad that Perry's hand was away.

"What?"

"I don't want to do...this. Not when they sleep in the next room." He rolled over so he could face Perry. "Please?"

Perry sighed and turned to his back. "Is it true?" He said to the ceiling.

"Is what true?" Harry asked.

"That I treat you like shit and that you should move out."

"How--"

"I heard you talking earlier Harry. I'm not stupid. I know that your sister hates me and she even doesn't know about us--" He paused.

"Perry, you know I'm happy here, right?" Harry kissed him deeply. That seemed to drag Perry to his previous plan. He rolled back to his side and started kissing Harry passionately.

"Perry!" Harry's voice was muffled by the kissing. "Not now, she might listen--"

"And what?"

He had no desire to end now.

"Perry!!" Harry's hands showed him aside, roughly.

"Shit, Harry?" It sounded startled.

"Not now."

"Okay. I know it's your sister, but believe me that I can't fucking wait for her to get out!" Perry hissed angrily and stormed out of the room. Harry could only hear the bathroom door open and then close shut.

Great. He thought. "Fuck..." He said to his pillow. It didn't answer.

~tbc