Six Thousand Five Hundred Miles

Mike was showered and dressed when Harris arrived. He was on the bed, fixing his hair in a hand held mirror. He looked up at Harris when he came back. "Hey." He greeted. "Have you seen my thong? I can't find it..." He said, glancing around the room.

"You tossed it across the room last night when we..." he trailed off.

"Right..." Mike trailed off. "I'll be fine. I can go without underwear." He murmured. "About last night... you enjoy it?" He chuckled, raising a brow.

Harris nodded, "Oh hell yeah I enjoyed it. I'm sorry I couldn't last longer. I...uh...I'm not what I used t' be."

Mike chuckled. "It's okay, I understand. You were good nonetheless. But maybe you wanna invest in some Viagra..." He trailed off, smirking a little.

Harris narrowed his eyes, "I can get it up no problem it's just...I can't keep it up all the time..>"

Mike simply hummed and started to fill the nails on his other hand. "Whatever you say." He murmured, chuckling on the inside.

"What are yeh laughing about?" Harris huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Mike looked up. "Hm? Oh nothing, nothing... Nothing you need to worry about." He said, biting his lip to hold in the laughter. He had to admit, the fact he didn't last long amused him, though he wasn't mad. It was just... amusing.

"Aw, c'mon Mikey and tell me," Harris whined much like a punished child would whine to it's parents.

Mike bit his lip. "You... didn't last...." He said quietly, coughing his laughter before trying to hold it in again and went right back to filing his nails.

Harris huffed, "It comes with age buddy! When yeh get to be 43, it'll happen to yeh too!"

Mike laughed. "Trust me, I got a while." He said, shaking his head as he chuckled. "But there are pills you can take for it..." He trailed off innocently.

"Are yeh tryin' t' tell me that I need viagra?" Harris asked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising one eyebrow.

Mike looked innocent. "No... maybe some Dapoxetine..." He trailed off. Dapoxetine was drug that helped men last longer in bed... no doubt Mike thought the older man needed it.

Harris took off his cowboy hat and ran a hand through his hair, huffing, "Fer a man my age I last longer than I should..."

Mike shrugged. "If you say so." He said simply and went back to filing his nails innocently.

"I'm old to be yer paw!" Harris huffed. "Yer what, 23 or 24?"

Mike looked up. "I'm 26." He chuckled, shaking his head as he filed his nails.

"So lets see 42-26...um...I would been sixteen in order teh have yeh...could be possible I was sexually active at that age," Harris shrugged. "And hell, when I was yer age we respected our elders. That means yeh woulda respected me."

Mike looked at him, chuckling a bit. "Well I know your not my father. Your too nice. And I fuck elders for a living." He snorted.

Harris smirked, "And I bet they got yeh screamin like a good lil boy by the time yeh get done, huh?"

Mike glared. "Actually no. They don't. I do what I have to, take the money and leave." He snapped. He didn't like what he did. Being a slut. Passed around to next highest bidder. It made him feel like shit.

Harris held up his hands in self defense, "Sorry I didn't...if it helps yeh feel better...not many men or women love a washed up mob assassin either..."

Mike just shrugged and looked down at his nails, quiet. "When do we leave?" He whispered. "I wanna just get this over with and go home." He murmured.