Harlan obliged. More then glad to comply, he let himself fall onto the bed and passion rule.

Clothes were stripped away one by one by his own eager hands; if he couldn't bare his heart at least he could bare himself in that way while Jayde watched. Harlan moved, shifted, so he lay as near Jayde as could be. So near that he could hear the other man's heart beating, feel every breath against his skin. It felt like the closest thing to a relationship he would ever get with the mysterious man. Harlan let himself brush his lips against Jayde's skin, lingering over every inch to savor the taste.

It wasn't like anything he'd ever done with Jayde before. It had always seemed too ... loving a thing, and yet he couldn't help himself, even as he hungered for the usual passionate embraces they usually fell into.