Neil's quite pretty, with sweet little freckles on his shoulders and chest, and a shy little smile on his face, and Harry smiles with an appreciative look on his face and kisses him again.

He lets Neil take his shirt of next, and helps by shrugging out of it. Harry's quite fit himself - he's not into pumping iron, but he minds what he eats and does his exercises. Scars adorn his own chest - business risk. There's an old stab-wound, a few scars of varying age and a more recent large but fading bruise on his side - courtesy of the London police force.