Press Your Luck 33

The first night after the blow up Harlow slept alone. He hadn’t realized just how large Daniel’s bed was without him in it, or how cold his room could get. It had annoyed Harlow how hot it would be during the previous months and yet Daniel would insist on cuddling him anyway. Now with winter on its way the temperature would drop drastically at night. It wasn’t like he wanted to sleep in bed with another man, but having a warm and cuddly giant wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. But, for whatever reason, Daniel stayed away.

It wasn’t until the next morning when he went to return his plate from the night before to the kitchen that he found Daniel sleeping on the couch. Harlow quietly watched Daniel sleeping with a twang of guilt. Daniel’s face was scrunched to his chest against the small pillow pressed up against one arm rest as he had fallen asleep face down with one arm thrown over the back of the couch. One leg propped over the other arm rest at the other end of the couch while the other lay simply on the floor.

Harlow bent down and shook the slumbering giant. “Mm?! What?” Danny pulled his face out of the pillow and twisted to get a better look at whoever was shaking him. For a brief second he smiled as he took in the beautiful redhead bent over to give him an eyeful of her cleavage before he remembered where he was and why.

Harlow hadn't noticed that he had bent at the waist to wake Daniel. Watching his smile fade was like a punch in the gut and it was all he could do to keep his voice from shaking, "That can not be comfortable."

“I’m fine.” He shifted into a seating position. “Fu-” he swore under his breath as his neck popped. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to sleep out here.”

“I figured it’d be easier.” Danny sighed as he rubbed his neck.

“I’m okay with you, like, sharing the bed with me.”

“I wasn’t talking about you.”

“...oh.” Harlow said in a soft voice. The night before Daniel had said something about ‘maybe later’ but now he seemed resigned to Lucy leaving. Choking back the lump in his throat he stood up straight, “I’m, like, up now. Go to bed and rest. I'll wake you up when I’ve got breakfast ready.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“It sooo wasn’t a question.” Harlow called over his shoulder in his breathy voice as he walked into the kitchen.

Danny smirked as he watched Lucy sashay away. It was cute how she tried to order him around. Valerie claimed it was all an act to manipulate him, but…it sure felt like she cared. Danny stood and twisted at his waist, gasping at the multitude of pops from his back before walking back to their room.

A few hours later Danny was woken up again by Lucy for breakfast. The three had eaten in complete silence. A sharp contrast to after breakfast when Danny tried to talk to Valerie again about letting Lucy stay longer as Valerie lit into another hate fueled rant about Lucy’s past sins. Most of Harlow’s first day had been spent cooking and cleaning and smiling as nicely as he could force himself too whenever he saw Valerie only for her to ignore him.It was frustrating that she hardly even made eye contact with him when he cleaned her room, the girl never made the bed herself and before she always seemed to so happy to find the bed made, but now… nothing.

After dinner, Harlow was doing the dishes when Valerie came into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Thinking she had enough time to calm down by now he tried to talk to her. Not even about him staying, knowing it was not the right time yet. Instead he asked how her classes were going only for her to scoff and leave the room. ‘What a rude baby.’ he growled as he scrubbed the dinner plate harder. It wasn’t like he cared. He was just trying to be nice. Make some headway so he could at least fake an apology. But how could he get on her good side when she was flat out ignoring him? “Gah!” Harlow pulled his hand out of the warm soapy water, sticking out his bottom lip to pout seeing the polish chipped on one finger. “I just painted that!” He said pouting before getting back to the task, more sullen now than before and to make matters worse Val even went so far as to lock herself in her room after dinner while Harlow and Danny watched a movie.

Harlow sat on the couch as he repaired his chipped nail. Having to repair the chipped nail meant having to remove the polish before applying lacquer so the chip in the nail itself could heal properly. And of course he had to file out the rough edges. Which made his other nails uneven. So he had to repeat the process with them as well. He was only vaguely aware that Danny had put on some silly action movie as he found himself lost in the almost blissful act of cleaning and painting his nails with another color.

After the movie Daniel stretched and walked to his temporary bed on the couch and bid Harlow good night. “Are you really gonna sleep there again?”

“I’ll be fine.” He said flatly as he fluffed up his pillow.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” Danny shrugged, “Just…I never, like, said you couldn’t stay in our bed so….don’t be dumb.” How long had he been thinking of it as ‘our bed’?

“You told me to stop pretending.” Daniel glared up at Harlow, “So I am.”

Harlow’s stomach twisted in knots as he growled, “...Fine.” Harlow said, stomping his heeled foot on the carpeted floor before and stormed off to his room.

Some time after midnight, Harlow returned to the living room to find Danny sprawled out on the couch once again. At least this time he was sleeping on his back. Harlow bent over and shook Daniel awake once more. With a groan Daniel opened his eyes, “What time is it?”

“...Midnight.”

“Ugh…” He groaned as a loud pop escaped his back as he stretched, “What’s wrong?”

Harlow pouted, seeing the shape his friend was in because of Valerie. “...I’m cold.”

“Don’t we have a spare blanket?” He rubbed at his eyes, trying to force them to focus and stay awake.

“You have it.”

“...you want my blanket?”

Harlow shook his head. “Can…can you please come keep me warm?” he pleaded knowing that he never used to get so cold so easily before he lost what muscle tone he had.

Daniel set up with a heavy sigh and stretched out his hand to Harlow, “Hand.” Harlow slowly placed his hand in his. Danny sat quietly holding Harlow’s hand before he spoke again, “You’re hand’s like ice.”

“I told you.”

Daniel stood up, “Fine. But only because it’s a cold and I don’t want you getting sick.”

“That’s all I want.” He lied. True he was cold but he had a plan, that if it went well he could at least stay in the house. It had nothing to do with missing Daniel’s sleeping form beside his own. Cause he didn’t. He didn’t miss that at all.

Each day that passed after that conversation with Daniel caused Harlow to feel more and more insecure. The words, the promise of “maybe later” just didn’t seem to come. Harlow tried doubling his efforts around the house for both cleaning and to try and look appealing. All the time he felt like he was playing mental tug of war, Harlow needing to make a plan to get out of this, but he still needed to be Lucy. Until he got rid of his the implants he was Lucy to everyone else. Until that day came he had a part to play.

He knew Daniel was just like any man so he made sure to bend over at the waist as he used the dust pan after sweeping, Harlow hadn’t meant to also sway his ass when he did so, but when he saw the look in Daniel’s eyes he thought at least he would reconsider things.

One night Harlow found himself sitting up in bed looking at the night time erection of his boyfriend and considered, really considered just taking him in his mouth to make him happy. He didn’t, he hated that he could feel his mouth watering looking at the bulge under Daniel’s boxers. It wasn’t like he wanted him though. Not in that way. It was like being cold and needing Danny’s warmth. After the first night it was easy to convince him to share their bed again. So if he did it now he would maybe only have to do it one more time before he and Daniel were back together. And if they were together again, no way he would let Val kick Lucy out.

Carefully pulling the blankets back she could already see the tip of Daniel’s half hard cock poking its head between the opening. Licking his lips, Harlow pulled the rest of the cock out of the hole and tittered girlishly as he gave his friend a few strokes before taking it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Harlow smiled as the cock stiffened in her mouth. ‘God!’ Lucy moaned as she took more of Daniel’s cock in her mouth, ‘I really needed this!’ Daniel moaned blissfully in his sleep as Lucy worked more than half of his cock in her mouth. Her own dick twitched in its new silicone and gel encasement. ‘Maybe we can finally break this new toy in.’ she giggled as she imagined herself climbing on top of her giant, pulling Daniel’s cock free of  her lips with a satisfying pop. ‘Hmm not yet, girl.’ she reminded herself before taking his cock back in her mouth.

Danny moaned and shifted happily as in his dream he ran the final touchdown and won the superbowl for the Lions when the dream shifted to him alone in the locker room with a red headed cheerleader. Somewhere in the dream he lost his pants, but he didn’t question it too much as he felt the soft lips wrapping around his cock the redhead happily moaned and giggled while she rewarded him.

Maybe it was the moaning, or the giggling, that was too loud or the wet and warm mouth that felt too realistic but whatever it was, Danny woke up and found Lucy with her head in his lap. “Lucy!” Danny moaned. Lucy only giggled and continued on with what she was doing, “Wh-what are you doing?”

Lucy pulled her mouth free, swallowing the warm precum in her mouth before whispering,  “I think you know.” She giggled again, “Now shush and let me get back to work.”

Lucy kissed the tip of Daniel’s penis again, savoring the salty flavor before she took it back in her mouth. Only to be pulled away before she could. “Lucy!” Danny growled, “You can’t do this.”

“What?” She blinked at him, confused.

“We…we’re…you can’t do this okay?”

“You don’t want me to…finish you?” She pleaded with a pout.

“Yes… I mean, No.” he frowned and set her aside on the bed before getting out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom…then bed.”

“Oh…kay.” Harlow pouted as she watched him leave, closing the door behind him. ‘I didn’t even want to suck on your–’ he swallowed what remained of Danny’s precum–‘yummy cock anyway.’ He thought as he rolled over in bed. ‘Who turns down a free blowjob anyway?’ He hugged Danny’s pillow to his chest and waited for the giant oaf to return. But he never returned to their room that night, or the next, or any other night. Every night Danny would sleep on the couch, refusing to share the bed with Harlow or allow him to swap even for a night.

A week after the big blow up between Harlow and the siblings, Daniel placed the last of Harlow’s Lucy clothes in the small closet of the small motel room. Harlow had hoped Valerie would change her mind, or maybe Daniel would talk her out of it, but every time he brought it up she would go off on another tirade about how Lucy was just manipulating Daniel. By the end of the week Harlow had no choice but to dip into his emergency fund.

Danny took a final look around the motel, then at his frail…girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend? Friend? What were they to each other anymore? He knew what he wanted them to be, but kicking her out of his house no doubt put an end to anything more than friends. And even that was pushing it.  “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” He asked gently.

Harlow nodded and forced a smile, “Oh sure! I’ll be fine.” He lied, “I, like, already got a job lined up and I’ll get a much better place soon enough.” He hoped that would be true, he couldn’t afford sixty five dollars a night for long at all.

Danny tried to give the beautiful girl in front him a reassuring smile, he hoped he was doing the right thing, he knew she couldn’t have much to her name. As much as Lucy had changed she was always a survivor but still the thought of leaving her alone in such a terrible place after he had failed to save her was like ripping off his own arm. “Okay.” Danny nodded, “I…Lucy I just want you to know I’m sorry.”

Harlow’s frown turned into a pout as he reached up and stroked his gentle giant’s face, “You did nothing wrong.” Harlow wanted to blame Daniel, god knows he even tried for the first few days, but Daniel was such a sweet guy even as angry and upset as Harlow was he couldn’t lay what happened at Daniel’s feet. No, if anyone was to blame it was Valerie. She started all of this and when she was done playing with her Lucy doll she tossed her out with the trash. It was her fault he looked like this, it was her fault he had an upturned button nose, tiny feet that looked perfect in her… his heels and her fault he had large, way, way too sensitive nipples. Harlow shook his head, feeling his earrings and hair swing about as he pushed something down inside of him. Seeing the pained look on his face was more than he could bare to stand, he would do anything not to have to see that anymore! Staring up at his sad…friend he did the only thing he could think of and kissed Daniel gently. “I love you.” Harlow said just as gently, as he reached up with one hand touching his fingers to his red lipstick stained lips.

“I love you too.” Hearing that seemed to cheer Daniel up at least a little bit judging by his half smile.

Outside the horn of Daniel’s car blared, “You should go before Val, like, kicks you out too.”

“Okay. I’ll still talk to her, see if I can’t change her mind.”

“I’ll be sure and, like, hold my breath.” Harlow said, rolling his eyes, his hand moving town to twirl the ends of his hair.

Not knowing what else to say Daniel left, closing the door behind him. Soon after the engine roared to life before fading into the distance a few seconds later. Leaving Harlow alone in the small room.

Sitting on the bed he assessed his situation, ‘With the money I managed to pocket I’ll be on the streets in, like, two days.’ “Three if I don’t eat.” He sighed and laid back on the bed, ‘Stiff as a board.’ He groaned as he pushed on the mattress, 'Not even, like, think about what heck these sheets have seen.' He stood with a shudder and walked the three feet into the small kitchenette. Turning the knob did nothing to warm the single burner stove. "Just as well…I didn't bring, like, anything to cook with." Seeing nothing else to do he stripped the bed before grabbing his purse and carried the sheets to the laundromat across the street. 'Not even gonna think about whatever that smell is.'  The smell of what could only be weed and a decomposing animal certainly had him missing Daniel. 'He always smelled so nice. I think it was, like, teakwood.' He felt his lips pout as he dropped the sheets into the washer. As the washer started he pulled himself on top of it and opened his phone and searched the internet for job listings as he chewed on his lip.

He was in the middle of putting in the third fruitless application when the washer suddenly shifted. “Whoa!” He gasped as the sudden shift startled him. He sat motionless until he was certain the washer wasn’t about to tip over or more likely collapse inward. “All good.” he informed the empty laundromat and continued to type away at his application, hoping no one bothered to check the fake work history he didn’t have as the washer continued to wobble underneath his butt.

Without warning he let out a giggle. He grabbed the edges of the washer as he suddenly felt strange tremors underneath him as the washer continued to shake. “Wha–what the hell?” he gasped, feeling his face suddenly burning hot. As if they had a mind of their own Harlow felt his hips shifting, rocking, against the machine. “Fu–” Harlow squealed, biting his hand to cover the noise. 'I am, like, so horny all of a sudden!’ He thought as his free hand groped his chest through his top. ‘Shoot am I getting off right now?!’ As if to answer the question he felt his penis twitch behind the gaff as the tremors shook the tiny vibrator attached to the head of his penis. The machine’s vibrations causing the device to activate.‘It feels...God, girl keep it together.' Harlow thought as he rocked his hips in time with the pulsing of the machine. “How have I never tried this before?!” She gasped, twisting her nipple behind her halter top.

She only barely recalled Val telling her that the gaff would not only hide his penis away with less pain and make going to the bathroom easier, but that the sex would be “phen-phen, like, amazing!’ If sex with the gaff was as good as just sitting on the unbalanced washer then Lucy regretted it all the more that She and Daniel didn’t get the chance to break it in.

Harlow closed his eyes, shaking the serious thoughts out of his head, ‘No.’ He ordered, ‘No sad stuff. Not now.’ she panted and slipped his hand underneath her skirt, feeling the moisture leaking out of the faux pussy. Bringing the sticky substance to her lips she licked her fingers clean of her own precum. The sweet taste from her previous diet only made the salty taste all the better. ‘Fu–ck!’ She moaned as another finger slipped inside her pussy as her free hand fought to free her breast from her top so she could have better access to her nipples. ‘God!’ she arched her back as another moan escaped her lips, ‘I’m so close! I haven’t even touch my–’

Her train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of a laundry basket falling to the floor. Harlow’s eyes shot open as he reflexively clamped his thighs together and pulled his hand out of his skirt. He hoped it was a coincidence or he had knocked something over in the throws of passion but no, staring back at him was a wide-eyed teen boy with a full and obvious erection. Harlow quickly pulled his top down to cover his chest. ‘Oh god!’ They both stared at each other like a deer in headlights, ‘How long has he been there?!’

“Um…” the boy’s voice quivered with excitement and anxiety as he attempted to string a single sentence together, “I..um…” he continued even as Harlow ran out of the laundromat from what was at best a sixteen year old.

Having worn heels for months on end Harlow managed to get back to his motel room without tripping and slammed his door behind him. Harlow’s heart pounded in his chest as he leaned against the door. ‘I can’t believe I did that!’ his mind screamed. ‘I was caught…playing with myself. In public!’ He couldn’t even call what he was doing jerking off, “By a kid!” He groaned, what if he told someone? What if he took pictures?! Could he go to jail?! Would they put him in the men’s prison like he was? His heart threatened to break his rib cage as the fearful scenarios filled his mind, “The worst part…” he groaned painfully, “I was so close!” he cried and squeezed his chest in frustration. His fingers inched their way into her pink velvet skirt, her thong the only thing standing between her and so much promised pleasure! “No!” Harlow growled, snatching his hand out of his pants like the contents might bite him. “I’m not a girl.”

Frustrated and determined to reclaim some form of masculinity Harlow removed the gaff carefully. Despite wanting to simply rip it apart and take hold of the monster between his legs, as much as he hated to admit it he would need it for the time being. Harlow got into the shower to remove the leftover gel, allowing the warmish water to sooth his aching muscles as he slowly stroked his penis. For several minutes, Harlow stroked his penis with increasing frustration as he couldn’t manage to coax himself to even semi-hard. Finally Harlow gave up as the already tepid water turned colder and colder.

An hour later Harlow heard a heavy knock on the door causing him to jump. Shutting off the shower Harlow listened again. Breathing a sigh of relief when a smaller knock came a few moments later. At first he thought the police or Jefferson’s thugs had already found him, but it must have been his imagination. “Coming!” He called out in his breathy voice to the door and wrapped the singular towel in the room around his chest.

Harlow slowly opened the door and saw the teen boy standing nervously on the other side holding a clothes basket. “Can I help you?”

The boy blushed, glancing between the beautiful, wet, half naked woman and the basket in his hands. “I…um…you, uh…forgot your sheets.”

Harlow smirked, “Oh my! Thank you, like, so much.” he said cheerfully as he took the basket and placed it on the bed unaware that as he bent over he was given the boy a view of his ass.

When Harlow turned around the boy blushed again and robotically held up a red rose. “I also got you this.” he chuckled nervously.

“Well aren’t you just the sweetest?” he cheered as he took the flower from the boy. ‘Kid like this could go places in life, at least with the ladies if he keeps this up.’ After the rough week he had it was nice to be shown some kindness by somebody. Even this bundle of anxiety and hormones in the shape of a teenage boy. Maybe that’s why he pulled the nervous teen into a hug. The boy’s eyes widened as his face was buried into the beauty’s large soft chest, even through the towel he was in absolute heaven. His dad’s words echoed in his mind as he reached up and grabbed Lucy’s bare butt.

‘Mmmm wait no!’ “Wow! Really?” Harlow chuckled as he pulled the boy’s hand off his ass.

“S-s-sorry…my dad s-s-aid…sorry.” The boy shook like a leaf in a hurricane as he stared at the ground.

Harlow shook his head and gave the boy a gentle smile, “You’re sweet but you can’t just, like, go groping women. Most gentlemen at least take a lady out to dinner first.” She shrugged as she remembered her own previous sexual history, “Or pay at least."

The boy smiled sheepishly and apologized again, “S-sorry…”

She giggled softly at the kid. He wasn’t bad, he had just obviously been given terrible advice. “You’re okay.”

“H-h-how much do you charge?”

Harlow’s eyes narrowed at the trembling teen, “I’m not a hooker.” The boy’s eyes widened, and for the first time he looked Harlow in the eye as he ran away, shouting back another apology. Harlow huffed and rolled his eyes.

As he was closing the door he heard a gruff older voice in the direction the boy ran saying, "Don't worry about it son, she’s probably just off the clock. I will check how much she charges later."