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He has work in the morning, but it's not stopping him from going out. Besides, this is hardly going out. One of his coworkers put him up on a blind date, and so he's out for that--but the other guy was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, so Neil doesn't think he's showing up at all. So here's Neil, standing outside of a bar, smoking and feeling a bit like an idiot for being stood up.

He should probably just go. If the guy wasn't here twenty minutes ago, or even five minutes ago, it's reasonable to say that he's not coming and Neil should just give up. He pulls out his phone and checks the texts. There's the one from his coworker, describing the guy he's supposed to be meeting, and there's the one from the guy, confirming that he has Neil's number.

Maybe he'll go to a club. Maybe he'll just go home so he can smoke in a heated room rather than shivering outside. Maybe he'll get this fucking meal and send a picture to the guy; his loss. Neil's an entirely pleasant date.

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Harry lights a cigarette for him and passes it from his lips to Neil's. He lights one for himself next and settles next to the boy. He's covered poorly, and Harry runs a hand over a long line of exposed skin. "That was... very, very good." He smiles at his own shit compliment.

"It was," Neil agrees, enjoying this quiet moment after. He held the cigarette more than he smoked it, but there was a definite intention with that as well. He smiles at Harry, enjoying the casual touch. "I'm pretty glad I got stood up, now. This was a much better evening."

"I'm glad you got stood up too," Harry says, taking small moments to caress the boy's skin. "Stupid arsehole doesn't know what he missed."

"Decent conversation and a winning smile?" Neil says innocently, like he hadn't just done unmentionable things in this bed, like he wasn't feeling deliciously sore and well fucked. "It is a shame he missed out on that, but his loss, your gain."

Harry smiles coyly. "Yeah, among other things."

He'd like Neil to stay, but he doesn't know if it's going to scare the kid away to just ask. In the end, he does. "Want to stay the night?" He asks.

There's a bit of relief in being asked. Neil hates to presume, and there's always a decent comfort in being held as he falls asleep. He smiles softly and nods. "I can make coffee in the morning," he says gently. On his way out, or lingering over breakfast. Either will be fine, because he gets this moment of a chance.

Harry smiles to himself and gets comfortable in bed. He holds out an arm for Neil to lean against. The promise of a body next to him for the night warms his heart.

"You make coffee, I'll make eggs."

It's a rather pleasant offer, and one that Neil would be happy to see through. He leans in toward Harry, getting comfortable and relenting some of the blankets so that Harry can turn down beside him.

He gives him a brief kiss, and it hardly takes anything to settle and fall asleep. He's, frankly, exhausted in the best kind of way.

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