Turbulent Times
Things had been going well for the last month. Their partners got used to their relationship. They alternated their nights between Nash's place and Harvey's, and Harvey was beginning to think about leasing out his house and moving in with Nash. He was happier than he had been for years�so Harvey should've known something bad was coming.
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It began like any other day. Harvey woke up when Nash got out of bed to take a shower, smiled wickedly, and followed his lover. He waited until Nash was under the hot spray of water before stepping in behind him. He beat his lover to the soap and smiled at Nash's look of exasperation. "Harvey, we're going to be late if we don't hurry."
"Well, if we both shower at the same time, we have time for something else," Harvey pointed out, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Considering that he was already starting to `rise' to the occasion, Nash sighed and pulled his lover into his embrace. "You're a bad influence, Harve. We don't have time for slow and sensuous, but if you're in the mood�"
It wasn't slow and sensuous, but Harvey didn't care. He was so hot, hard and fast was just fine. And they even made it to work in time. He filed that little bit of information away for the next time he awoke hard and horny before work.
Since Joe and Evan knew about their relationship, the two drove to work together more often than not. That morning, however, they took separate cars. Nash was going to be working into the night on a big case and Harvey would need his own vehicle.
Smiling as his lover pulled the Ranchero into the empty space next to the `Cuda, Nash reflected that he should've known he and Harvey would be great together. After all, they both had good taste in cars. He waited until Harvey got out of the car and joined him before heading up the ramp to the ferry.
"It's going to be a long day, Harve."
"Just be careful tonight, Nash," Harvey warned. The gig going down that night was a big deal, and Harvey couldn't help worrying about Nash.
"I'll do my best. I'd tell you not to worry, but then you wouldn't be Harvey if you didn't worry."
Ruefully acknowledging his tendency to worry, Harvey shrugged. He was who he was. Heading over to the coffee pot, he made two cups then wandered over to Nash's desk for the morning briefing. Handing one cup to Nash, Harvey nodded his good mornings to Joe and Evan.
Looking over the papers on his desk, Nash sighed softly. "Okay, guys, here's today's game plan. Joe, you and I are in on the bust with the Tenderloin. Evan, you've got court. Harve, you've got the 9-6 shift on the Crowley surveillance."
Hearing the groan of dismay, Nash couldn't tell who'd made it. Both Evan and Harvey looked less than enthusiastic about their assignments. He could sympathize. Both would be bored out of their minds by the end of the day.
"Sorry guys. It ain't all glitz and glamour," Nash said, chuckling.
"When is it ever glitz and glamour?" Evan countered.
Evan had him there, Nash had to admit.
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Five-thirty in the evening had Harvey bouncing his leg with nervous energy, eager to get home, and mumbling to himself. "Man, I hope this bust goes okay. Hope Nash is careful. Shit, this must be how Bonnie felt when we were married. Wonder if Nash goes through this when I'm out on a case? Nah, he's not a worrier. Is my watch
broken? It's gotta be six o'clock by now. Damn. Five thirty-one. One minute after the last time you looked, dummy. Man, is this van getting smaller? Oh, yeah, now there's something to think about. You know better than that. Wonder how late Nash is going to be tonight? Maybe he'll come stay at my place when he gets off work. Nah, he'll be out pretty late so he'll probably just go home. Did I remember to pay the phone bill? Phone bill, phone bill, phone�oh, yeah. Mailed it yesterday. It's gotta be six by now. Shit. Five thirty-two."
The chirping of his cell phone cut off Harvey's rambling and he flipped it open, snapping a quick, "Leek."
"Getting antsy Harvey?"
"Nash." A sigh of relief escaped before Harvey could stop himself. With a smile his lover couldn't see, Harvey said, "It's good to hear your voice. How're things shaping up over there?"
"It's going pretty well, surprisingly enough. I just hope when this thing goes down, it goes down smoothly," Nash replied, hearing the concern in Harvey's voice. "Don't worry, we've got it covered. Joe will watch my back."
"I know, Nash. Ignore my insecurities."
"I'd be more concerned if you didn't care enough to worry about me, Harve. I'll probably be pretty late, so I'll see you when you wake up in the morning. Love you."
This time it was a sigh of contentment Nash heard before Harvey's voice responded, "I love you too, Nash. See you in the morning."
Dropping the cell phone back in his pocket, Harvey looked at his watch. "Damn. Five thirty-six."
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Everyone was in place. Nash and Joe stood side-by-side, weapons drawn and ready. His eyes glued to the Lieutenant in charge, Nash waited for the count. They were here to put a stop to a group of gun dealers. Gun dealers who'd been selling their wares to kids. Nash had a particular hatred for people like that, and looked forward putting this group away for a long time.
Radios crackled with the signal to go, the Lieutenant waved his arm, and everyone burst into the dilapidated building. Nothing seemed to go right after that.
Dealers scattered like so much confetti. They knew their way around and had planned for just such an occasion. Nash had cornered one young man that looked like he couldn't be more than nineteen, and passed him on to a uniformed cop once he'd handcuffed the kid. Looking around for Joe, he was un-nerved by a sudden feeling of dread.
Sliding carefully around the next corner, Nash spotted a door at the end of the hall. He went through it, weapon ready, in time to see a kid holding a gun that looked ridiculously huge in the boy's trembling hands. What made Nash's heart thud in his chest was the fact that the shaky weapon was pointed straight at Joe's head.
The kid glanced frantically between Nash and Joe. Holding out one hand, Nash spoke softly and calmly, "Son, put the gun down. I know you're scared, but you don't want to do this. If you pull that trigger, it will change your life forever. Put it down."
The boy was gasping for air, frightened and confused. He looked from one cop to the other, undecided. His brother had told him what to do if he ever found himself confronted by a cop, but he was scared.
Sharing a look with Joe, Nash tried once more. Raising his voice slightly, he begged, "Son, please think about this. Put the gun down."
Crying from his fear, the kid turned and swung his gun toward Nash. The explosive sound of a gunshot filled the small room.
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He was drunk. He hadn't let himself indulge in alcohol like this since his divorce. But, now, he was good and drunk. Waving his hand, he ordered another drink. He was drunk, but not enough to forget. He wanted to forget. Needed to forget.
The bartender hesitated a moment, but something in the man's eyes made him break eye contact and gently deposit the glass on the counter. He'd just make sure the man didn't drive home.
Picking up the drink, he tossed it back and waited for the warming alcohol to burn its way down his throat. He slammed the glass back on the bar and cursed. Cursed the gun manufacturers, cursed the gun dealers, cursed the parents, cursed fate for putting him there, and cursed the 13-year-old boy that made him pull the trigger. He'd killed a child that night.
Nearly growling from anger, Nash wiped roughly at the tears that began to spill over his eyelids. He could still see the boy's lifeless body on the dirty concrete floor.
He wasn't drunk enough.
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He'd paced. He'd worried. He'd tried to call about a dozen times. He'd paced some more. Still no Nash. Harvey dialed the cell phone's number once again, but just got Nash's voicemail. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't heard a word from Nash. He had spent nearly an hour debating with himself over whether or not to call Joe, but finally decided against it. If Nash had been hurt, Joe would've called. Harvey figured he couldn't call Joe every time Nash was out on a case. He'd just have to wait.
And wait.
Unable to stay awake, Harvey admitted defeat. He took a quick shower, dried off, and pulled on a pair of boxers Nash had given him. They were a royal blue silk, with little black and white police cars all over them. He dropped on the bed, but tried to stay awake a little longer. Surely Nash would call soon.
By the time a taxi pulled up in front of his house, Harvey had been asleep for more than an hour. Nash pulled a handful of bills from his pocket and dropped them through the passenger window. Evidently it was enough, because the driver just shook his head and pulled away. Making his way wearily up the front steps, Nash fished in his pocket for the key. It took four tries to get the key in the lock; he was that intoxicated. Yet, he still hadn't been able to forget.
Trudging up the stairs to his lover's bedroom, Nash had just one thought on his mind. He needed Harvey to help him forget what he'd done. He needed to fuck himself into oblivion.
Flipping on the hall light, Nash stood in the doorway to Harvey's bedroom. The shaft of light revealed his lover sprawled out on the bed on his stomach, sound asleep. He hated to wake Harvey up, but Nash needed him. Needed him desperately.
Almost sobbing in his haste, Nash stripped out of his clothes. The dead boy's face swam into his mind, but Nash pushed that memory ruthlessly aside. He crawled in the bed with Harvey and started kissing his lover's back as he reached for the waistband of the silk boxers.
The motion of the bed dragged Harvey from sleep. He felt the kisses on his back and raised his head off the pillow, blinking dazedly. "Nash?"
"Harvey," Nash tugged on the boxers, demanding, "Off."
Still not quite awake and more than a little confused, Harvey automatically lifted his hips. Nash stripped off the boxers and Harvey tried to twist around onto his side. "Nash-"
Pressing his weight on top of Harvey, Nash was oblivious.
Harvey could smell the alcohol on Nash's breath, and he realized something had gone terribly wrong. He tried once again to turn around, but Nash's weight was bearing down on him. He tried to question once again, "Nash, what the hell happened? Nash?"
He twisted his head around and felt a moment of disquiet. Nash's eyes were unfocused and glazed-looking. As if he was in a different time and place. Harvey saw Nash spit into his hand and reach down between them. "Nash, what-?"
"Help me forget, Harvey. Please. Just help me forget."
Confused, worried, and beginning to get a little afraid, Harvey felt Nash's erection probe his entrance and his voice trembled. "Wait. Nash-"
Clamping down on the rest of his words, Harvey tried to deal with the pain as Nash pushed forward suddenly. He hadn't taken the time to stretch his lover, and Harvey was unprepared for the pain that stabbed from his ass to his gut.
"Wait, Nash�it hurts."
But Nash wasn't there and didn't hear. His mind was a glorious blank as he let his body take over. He used his knees to push Harvey's legs further apart and increased his pace.
The pain was intense, and Harvey's chest heaved as he tried to breath through it. Christ, it hurt. "Nash, please�you need more lube�ah�hurts."
Gritting his teeth, Harvey tried to ignore the burning. He thought about trying to throw Nash off, but worried he might hurt the both of them. He'd just have to ride it out.
And, suddenly, it was over.
Nash lay on Harvey's back for a few moments, panting for air. Pulling out of his lover, he rolled over on his back, flopped an arm over his eyes�and finally passed out.
Stunned by what had just happened, Harvey couldn't move at first. When the pain dulled to a tolerable level, he gently levered himself from the bed and picked up his boxers from the floor where Nash had
thrown them. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Reaching out a trembling hand�he locked it.
He turned on the water and while it was filling the tub, Harvey checked to see if Nash had been as rough as it had felt. He was a little worried when he discovered he was bleeding a little, but didn't know what to do about it. When the tub was full and steaming, Harvey turned off the tap. He stepped into the hot water and let it sooth his sore ass, trying unsuccessfully to blank out of his mind what had just happened.
When the water started to cool to an uncomfortable level, Harvey pulled the plug and climbed out. He dried off and slipped back into his boxers. Walking quietly, though there was obviously no need, Harvey lay back down on the bed. He kept to the edge and lay with his back to Nash.
Harvey tried to go to sleep, but all he really wanted to do�was cry. And he hated himself for it.
It was a long and sleepless night.
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The sun streaming through the window pierced his brain and awakened the mother of all hangovers. With a groan, Nash rolled over and reached for his lover. His hand met empty sheets. Harvey wasn't
there. Muffling a moan of pain with his pillow, Nash wondered what time it was. He was grateful it was Saturday and he didn't have to drag his half-dead carcass to work.
The thought of work instantly reminded Nash of why he'd worked so hard to get drunk in the first place. This time, however, the pain wasn't quite so intense. Yes, he'd shot and killed a child. But, that child had intended to kill him. That child had been dealing guns to other children. Nash had done what he had to do.
With a hand cradling his throbbing head, Nash dragged himself from the bed and headed for the bathroom. He couldn't remember how much he'd had to drink the night before, but he'd never had to piss so badly in his life. It was almost painful. It was a physical relief and Nash sighed with pleasure as the golden stream finally released
the pressure on his bladder.
He flushed the toilet, turned on the shower and fished in the cabinet for a clean towel. Stepping into the shower, Nash leaned his aching head against the cool tile. He remembered why he never got that drunk. You sure as hell paid for it in the morning.
After his shower, Nash wiped the steam from the mirror and brushed his teeth. At least now it no longer tasted like something had crawled inside his mouth and died. He wiped his mouth on the hand towel on the wall and went in search of Harvey.
He found Harvey sitting at the kitchen table, a cold cup of coffee cradled in his hands, staring off into space with an expression Nash couldn't place. Dropping into the chair opposite Harvey, Nash propped his head in his hands and asked, "I don't suppose you left me any coffee, did you?"
Startled out of his thoughts, Harvey stared at Nash for a moment then replied softly, "Yeah. I'll-I'll get you a cup."
Watching as Harvey got up and fixed another cup of coffee, Nash briefly wondered what was bothering the other man. His brain was too sore to think. He grabbed the cup Harvey offered him like it was a winning lottery ticket. "Thanks. I think I'll have a pot or two of coffee then go back to bed."
For his part, Harvey simply eased himself back into his seat and looked anywhere but at Nash. It was obvious to him that Nash had no memory of what had happened that night. He wanted to know what had triggered the drinking binge, though, and asked quietly, "What happened last night, Nash?"
Staring into his coffee, Nash sighed. "It all went to shit when we busted in. After turning over a suspect, I went to look for Joe. Some 13-year-old kid had dropped from a bookshelf and gotten the drop on him. The kid had a gun. I tried to talk him down, but he turned his gun on me. He was going to pull the trigger; I could see it in
his eyes. There wasn't time to go for the wound, so�he didn't make it. I killed him."
Having faced a similar situation before, Harvey could sympathize. "You did what you had to do, Nash. It's hard to come to terms with being forced to defend your life against a kid, but you have to."
Nash knew Harvey was speaking from experience and wished he'd called him the night before to talk about what had happened. Maybe then he wouldn't have gone out and got drunk and wouldn't now be nursing a hangover. "Sorry I didn't call last night, Harve. I just couldn't deal with it and needed some time."
Not knowing what to say, Harvey just nodded and nudged his cup with a finger. The two sat in silence while Nash sipped his coffee and tried to deal with his headache. After a few minutes, Nash looked over at Harvey in amusement. The man couldn't seem to sit still, constantly squirming in his seat.
"Harvey you look like a little boy who's afraid to tell his teacher he has to go pee. You got ants in your pants or something?"
Harvey shifted his weight once more while he tried to decide what to tell Nash. He cleared his throat and said, "You�I�I'm just a little, uh, sore."
It took a second, but the light bulb went off over Nash's head. Realizing they must've made love last night, he chuckled ruefully. "Well, I hope it was good, `cause I have absolutely no memory of it."
Having looked down at his cup, Nash missed the look that flashed across Harvey's face before he wavered a moment. Deciding on evasion, Harvey shrugged and replied, "You seemed to enjoy it."
At any other time, that would have set alarm bells going off in Nash's brain, but at the moment his brain was too abused to notice. "Wish I could remember it."
No more than Harvey did.
"I can't believe I did that to myself. I should've come to you when I left the SIU."
You damn well should have, Harvey thought to himself. He was saved a response by the ringing of the phone. Grateful for the distraction, he answered it with a subdued, "Harvey Leek."
"Hey, Harve. What's the matter?"
Reaching up to rub his brow, Harvey sighed. "Nothing, Evan. I'm just�I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Yeah, I just got off the phone with Joe. He told me what happened last night and he's kind of worried about Nash. How's he doing?"
"Better than when he came home."
Nash might have been oblivious, but Evan could tell from the tone of his partner's voice that something was wrong. Worry crept into Evan's voice as he asked, "You sure everything's okay, Harvey?"
"Yeah."
Okay, now he was really worried. "Harvey, dammit, I can tell something is wrong. Either tell me now, or I'm coming over."
Beginning to feel overwhelmed, Harvey squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his emotions. "Evan, I can't�I don't want to talk about it now. Please. We're�fine. I'll see you Monday."
"Harvey, I can tell something's bothering you. I'll leave you alone for now, but if you need to talk�you know where to find me."
Rubbing his eyes and nodding his head, though Evan couldn't see the motion, Harvey replied, "Yeah. Yeah I know. Thanks, Ev. `Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Harvey let out a relieved breath. He needed to deal with things himself before he tried to explain it to anyone else. Besides, no way would he be telling Evan what had happened. He wasn't sure how he felt himself, but he knew Evan would blow a gasket.
Returning to his seat at the table, Harvey went back to staring into his untouched, cold coffee. He and Nash sat once more in silence, until Nash finally stood and announced, "I think I'm going to back to bed. Want to join me?"
Darting a glance at Nash then looking away again, Harvey shook his head. "No, I�ah�have some chores to do around the house."
Leaning across the table, Nash gave Harvey a quick kiss then headed upstairs to bed. He swore all the way to the bedroom that he'd never do that to himself again.
Hearing Nash's footsteps going up the stairs, Harvey laid his head on his folded arms and wondered how they were going to get past this�when Nash didn't even remember it.
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Saturday passed in a daze for Harvey. He did the long-overdue household chores, paid his bills, mowed his small backyard, trimmed the edges and even ran a virus scan on his computer. Anything and everything to occupy his mind.
Nash had gone home to take care of some things and grab some clothes, after he awoke from his nap. He still had a bit of a headache, but nothing compared to what he'd had that morning. When he got back to Harvey's place, he found dinner waiting for him on the table, but his lover wasn't there.
A quick search of the house found Harvey already in bed, asleep. Knowing Harvey had probably been up most of the night worrying about him, Nash couldn't blame him. He pulled the comforter up to cover the sleeping man and bent down to kiss Harvey's cheek. Nash was a bit surprised when Harvey frowned in his sleep and shifted a little at the contact.
Nash shrugged and went back downstairs to eat his dinner. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten all day. As he ate the spaghetti dinner Harvey had made him, Nash was now sober and pain-free enough to realize that his lover had been acting strangely all day. He promised himself he'd talk to Harvey in the morning, to apologize for not calling and for coming home plastered.
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When he woke up the next morning, Nash was relieved to note that the lingering headache was now gone. He rolled over and watched Harvey sleep for a few minutes. He could tell by the frown on his lover's face, and the way he twitched every now and then, that Harvey was having a bad dream. After a few minutes, the frown relaxed and Harvey settled down into a peaceful sleep.
Nash smiled and waited for his lover to wake up. He planned to make it up to Harvey for the way he'd acted Friday night. Not calling Harvey to reassure him, then finally coming home so drunk he didn't even remember making love.
He'd almost drifted back to sleep by the time he felt Harvey moving around. Rolling over, he smiled when the sleepy blue eyes finally opened. "Morning, Harve."
Harvey rubbed the sleep from his eyes and replied softly, "Morning. When did you get back?"
"Probably not too long after you went to bed. Sorry it took me so long." Nash reached out to run a finger over Harvey's lips.
Giving Nash a distracted, "That's okay", Harvey's mind kicked into high gear. It was Sunday morning. They didn't have to be at work. Nash wanted to have sex.
Harvey wasn't sure he could. Aside from the fact that his ass was still a little tender, he wasn't sure he was ready emotionally. His heart wouldn't be into it, and that wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He'd be cheating Nash, and himself.
Nash's hand had been making its way to Harvey's groin, but he stopped at the look on his lover's face. "Harvey? What's the matter?"
His breath hitched as Harvey fought the urge to tell Nash exactly what was wrong. If he could just get past it without hurting Nash, "I�I'm still a little sore, Nash. If we could just wait `til tomorrow?"
Pulling Harvey to his chest, Nash gave him a squeeze. "Harvey, next time, don't let me get so�enthusiastic. Okay? We'll wait as long as you need us to."
He could feel Harvey nod against his chest as he assured, "I will, Nash."
Kissing the top of Harvey's head, Nash rolled out of the bed. Stretching out the kinks, he said, "How `bout I fix breakfast this morning?"
"Sure. Can't refuse that offer, can I?"
"Sure as hell can't. How do waffles sound?"
While washing the morning dishes, Nash made a mental note to buy Harvey a waffle iron. They'd had to settle for pancakes, but Nash had sure been craving waffles. While he started the morning dishes, Harvey had gone to finish the laundry. It didn't matter at which house they slept, they always shared the daily chores.
While he dried the dishes and put them away in the cabinet, Nash kept a worried eye on Harvey. His lover seemed to be struggling with something, but he didn't have a clue what it could be. When Harvey
walked through the kitchen on his way upstairs with a basket of clean clothes, Nash put down his dish towel and followed. Maybe he could get Harvey to open up about whatever was bothering him.
Dumping the clothes on the bed, Harvey picked up a t-shirt and started folding it. He looked up when Nash clicked on the radio then joined him. "Thanks. I always hate folding laundry."
"Well, any chore gets done faster with help," Nash replied, smiling. He sorted the clothes into piles to make it easier. Stuff that needed to be hung up or folded before it could wrinkle in one pile, the rest in another. While Harvey started on the stuff that needed to be hung up, Nash took the other pile.
After sorting Harvey's socks, Nash reached for a pair of boxers. He smiled when he picked them up, recognizing them as a pair he'd given Harvey as a gift. When he'd seen the little police cars, he'd been unable to resist buying them. He tried to remember the last time he'd seen his lover wearing them.
And, bit-by-bit, he remembered fragments from the early morning he'd dragged himself home from the bar.
"Nash, what the hell happened? Nash?"
"Help me forget, Harvey. Please. Just help me forget."
"Wait, Nash�it hurts."
"Nash, please�you need more lube�ah�hurts."
Walking back to the bed to get another pair of pants to hang up, Harvey stopped when he saw the look of horror on Nash's face. Recognizing the boxers as the ones he'd worn the other night, Harvey waited for the older man's reaction.
Dropping the boxers on the bed, Nash tried to comprehend what he'd done. "God, Harvey. I-I can't believe I�Harvey, for God's sake, I'm so sorry."
Then Harvey felt the strong arms around him, pulling him close, holding on tight. He struggled to keep from giving in to the emotions that had so overwhelmed him the other morning.
Blinking his eyes, Nash hugged Harvey as if both their lives depended on it. "Why didn't you try to stop me?"
Shrugging out of Nash's arms, Harvey wiped his eyes and answered matter-of-factly, "It was too late by the time I realized what you were doing. You were already�inside�and I was afraid I'd hurt myself more, or you, if I tried to get you off."
The full realization of what had happened hit Nash like a fist to his stomach. "Jeezus, Harvey. I-I raped you."
"No." Reaching out to give Nash a shake to get his full attention, Harvey spoke firmly. "You didn't rape me, Nash. You were just a little too rough. You didn't know what you were doing. Next time something bad happens at work, talk to me. We've got to be able to talk to each other, or this won't work. I love you, Nash, but�you
really scared me."
Pulling Harvey into his embrace, Nash realized why Harvey's behavior had been so odd. He'd been keeping all that inside. Puzzled, Nash asked, "Why didn't you say something to me yesterday when I came downstairs?"
"You didn't remember, and something bad had obviously happened that made you drink like that. I didn't know what it was, but didn't want to add to your problems just then. If you hadn't remembered on your own, I would've said something pretty soon. I was just going to give you a couple of days to deal with whatever had hurt you so bad in the first place."
Nash couldn't believe Harvey would do something like that for him. Holding Harvey a little tighter, Nash whispered, "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, Harve. But, if I ever hurt you again, please tell me right away. I don't want you to keep something like that inside. I love you too much to see you hurting like that."
"I will, Nash."
Leaning back, Nash ran a hand over Harvey's cheek. "Promise?"
Reaching up to cover Nash's hand with his own, Harvey answered, "I promise."
Looking into Harvey's face, so full of love for him, Nash thought his heart would fill to overflowing. And he suddenly knew that this was it. This was the happiness he'd searched so long for. And he'd almost blown it. His voice soft, but sincere, Nash took Harvey by the hand and asked, "Harvey, I know I broke a trust and I know we have a lot of battles ahead of us�but, would you consider becoming my life-partner? I love you more than I ever thought possible."
Stunned, Harvey couldn't seem to draw a breath to reply. He hadn't really been expecting Nash to make a life-time commitment, but he'd been content to take what was offered. To have such a dream of happiness offered to him, Harvey was afraid it would be snatched away again before he could get enough air to answer. He solved his problem by leaning forward to capture Nash's lips with his own.
When the two finally broke apart to breath, Nash's lips curved up into a grin. "I take that as a yes."
With a smile Nash thought could rival the sun, Harvey whispered, "Yes."
A slow ballad came on the radio, and Nash smiled. Holding Harvey close, he began swaying to the music. Tonight, they'd celebrate their decision. Tonight, he'd romance Harvey to show him just how important he was in Nash's life.
And, as the throaty voice sang of love, they danced.
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