"So, what was he like?" Harry asks in greeting, as soon as he picks up the phone. Amusement is clear in his voice. Karl puts the phone closer to his ear, and snuggles deeper under the blankets, stretching, savoring the twinge in deliciously used muscles. "Fucking fantastic," he replies, with a satisfied sigh. "Christ, Sin, I wish you'd been here." "All that, was he?" Karl presses his fingers against his neck, and the razor-sharp purplish bruises he knows are there, courtesy of Jeff's lips and beard. "Let's just say he left his mark." "I may have to fly out, then, and meet him for myself." "Wish you would. And not just to meet Jeff," Karl adds, even though that would definitely be a plus. "I'm stuck here for the next three weeks." "Oh, I've no doubt this Jeff of yours will keep you occupied," Harry replies, and Karl can hear the smirk in his voice. "Yes, but think on getting to actually watch and participate, instead of simply hearing about it secondhand. Besides," Karl says, with his own smirk, even though Harry can't see it, "he's dying to meet you." "Is he now?" Definitely interested, Karl thinks, with a satisfied smile. "He seems to think you'd be a good challenge." "Arrogant, I like that in a man," Harry says, voice dropping to an intimate low. "I could take a few days." Karl's entire being tightens in anticipation. He'll probably die of sensory overload, just from hearing Harry and Jeff talk to each other, but it'll be worth it. "I was hoping you'd say that." Onto It's Not Arrogance If It's True
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