A Guy for Christmas

by K. C. Wells

  Robin gave him a mock glare. “Will you stop reading my mind, please? And what if I was? I knew what we’d be doing. I wanted to save time.”

  Dean laughed. “I’ll let you into a little secret. There will come a time when you will enjoy taking off a guy’s clothes as slowly as possible. It’s all part of the fun.” He ran his fingers over Robin’s bare skin, and Robin shivered.

  Finally. Dean’s words left him in no doubt of what was coming, and although he viewed the act with a lot of trepidation, he ached to know how it would feel to have Dean fill him, stretch him…

  “Don’t be nervous, okay?”

  Robin decided it was time to share. “Can I tell you something?”

  “You can tell me anything,” Dean said in a warm voice.

  Robin bit his lip. “You know when Ryan was studying The Importance of Being Earnest with you? Well, I read it. There’s this bit where the girl wrote in her journal about how the guy proposed… only it was stuff that never happened.”

  Dean blinked. “Not sure where you’re going with this, but okay.”

  “Well… you’ve already fingered me, jerked me off, fucked me—in my fantasies.”

  Dean arched his eyebrows. “Oh my. I have been busy, haven’t I? Was I good?”

  Robin grinned. “You were amazing.”

  “Great. Nothing like a bit of pressure.”

  He chuckled. “Trust me. Your dick will feel way better than one of my dad’s cigar tubes. And definitely better than the handle of my hairbrush.” He couldn’t believe he was telling Dean this.

  Dean smirked. “You’ve been busy too.”

  He kissed Robin’s neck, and another shiver coursed its way through him. “Dean? When you do that? It… it turns me on,” he confessed.

  “Good to know.” Then Dean went right on doing it, until Robin’s cock was like a rock. “I think we can lose some of the clothes now.” Robin’s arms were in the air in a flash, and Dean laughed as he removed Robin’s sweater. “Ten out of ten for eagerness.”

  “Now take yours off?” Robin wanted to see him.

  Dean chuckled. “And there’s that bossy streak again.” He removed his own, and Robin got his first look at Dean’s upper body. Dean’s nipples were firm, standing proud. He wasn’t excessively hairy, but there was more over his pecs and belly, with a dense line of hair leading down to his navel. It grew denser still at his waistband, and Robin yearned to see what lay hidden beneath the denim.

  Except Dean chose that moment to unbutton Robin’s fly, and Robin’s breathing hitched. Dean knelt to remove his jeans, tugging them over his feet and removing Robin’s socks in the process. Seconds later he wore only his briefs, his dick jerking against the cotton in a bid to escape.

  Dean pressed his face to Robin’s crotch with a sigh. “You smell amazing.”

  When Dean stood up without freeing Robin’s dick, he wanted to howl in frustration. Then he forgot all about his own erection as Dean slowly pushed his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Dean’s thighs were toned, his legs long and covered in a light dusting of hair. His black briefs were tight, the outline of his cock visible.

  Fuck, he looks big.

  Dean got onto the bed, settling back against the mound of pillows, his long legs stretched out in front of him, apart. “Come here.” He patted the space between his legs. “Lie down on your back.”

  His heart thumping, Robin got onto the bed. “How… how do you want me?” Everything had just become that bit more real.

  “Like this.” He fell backward as Dean grabbed his hips and tugged him closer, until his butt was between Dean’s thighs, his legs bent, his feet on either side of Dean. “Get comfortable,” Dean told him.

  Robin folded his arms beneath his head, his chest rising and falling, his cock tenting his briefs.

  Dean nodded. “I want to explore a little.” With one hand on Robin’s right thigh, he cupped Robin’s erect dick, squeezing it gently. Robin did his best to keep his breathing even, but the sight of Dean’s fingers around his shaft thrilled him. The head of Robin’s cock emerged from beneath the cotton, poking toward his thigh, and Dean stroked it with a finger, sending ripples of pleasure through him.

  “That… that feels good,” Robin whispered.

  “But I’ll bet this feels better.” Dean pulled aside the fabric and Robin’s shaft smacked against his thigh. He shuddered out a breath as Dean curled his fingers around it and leisurely stroked it from root to tip.

  Dean was too far away for Robin’s liking.

  He sat up, leaning forward to kiss Dean as he shifted position, aware of the hard cock beneath him. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s turned on.” As if he hadn’t known that downstairs. Robin’s dick jutted out from beneath his briefs, the cotton pulled across to reveal his balls.

  Dean shifted until he was lying down, only his head supported by the pillows. “Can you blame me?” he grinned. “Your turn to explore.”

  Fuck, where to begin? Robin ignored Dean’s dick and went for his nipples. He homed in on one of them, taking it between his lips while he tweaked the other. Dean arched his back with a sigh, and Robin’s chest swelled. Dean’s soft exhalations were music to Robin’s ears, and he sucked and licked the little buds, Dean’s cock stiffening even more against Robin’s belly.

  “I knew you’d be a fast learner,” Dean murmured. Robin tugged on his nipple with his teeth, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

  Robin beamed. “Thanks, teacher.”

  Dean chuckled, but the sound died when Robin did as Dean had done, and freed his dick from his briefs, pulling the fabric to one side. Dean was cut, the head wide and flared, the shaft thick with a slight upward curve, and Robin’s hole contracted as he thought about it pushing inside him. Robin curled his fingers around it and unhurriedly moved his hand up and down its warm, silken length, while he returned to lick and suck Dean’s nipple.

  I have my hand on another guy’s dick. It was a heady moment of realization.

  “Suck it.”

  Dean’s command sent a shiver through him, but he got on his knees and pulled the waistband lower to reveal Dean’s thick cock that rose to greet him.

  “Take them off.” Dean’s voice was husky.

  Robin gazed at Dean with wide eyes, his breath leaving him in short bursts. “Do you know how hot it is when you tell me what to do?”

  Dean grasped his dick around its base and held it steady. “Can’t wait to feel your mouth here.”

  Robin pulled the briefs over Dean’s hips, Dean raising himself up from the bed to aid him. Robin tossed them aside, then eyed the hefty shaft with growing apprehension, his heartbeat speeding up. “I can’t fit all that—”

  “You don’t have to,” Dean interjected. “Take what you can. Start by licking the head.”

  Robin bent over Dean’s groin and gave the head a gentle lick. When Dean shuddered, he did it again, and again, and again. Finally, he took control, grasped it by the root, and covered the head with his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck.” Dean’s words came out as a long sigh.

  It was all the encouragement Robin needed.

  He bobbed his head up and down, not sliding too much of Dean’s shaft between his lips, but enough to fill his mouth. Dean’s crotch smelled so good, a warm, musky odor that seemed to have a direct link to Robin’s dick. He glanced along Dean’s body as he sucked.

  Dean clenched his hands into tight fists on the pillow on either side of his head, his eyes closed, low moans falling from his lips. “You like doing that?”

  It was all Robin could manage to mumble ‘Uh-huh’ with his mouth full. He loved giving Dean so much pleasure. He managed to multitask, reaching for Dean’s nipple as he sucked, teasing it with his fingers.

  “Fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

  Robin’s success emboldened him, and he pulled free of Dean’s cock, only to return to his nipple, holding Dean by his wrists as he sucked on the hard little nub. Then he swapped, giving the oth
er nipple the same treatment, and Dean gave a violent shudder. “Fuck, you could play with my nipples and my dick all day, and I’d lie here and let you.”

  Robin chuckled against his chest. “Then let’s try both at the same time.” He took the head of Dean’s cock in his mouth and resumed his sucking, while he brought his hands to Dean’s pecs and brushed over his nipples with his thumbs.

  “Christ!” Dean gave a full body shiver. “Take those briefs off now.”

  Robin knelt up, his hands shaking as he removed his underwear. Naked and trembling, he faced Dean on his knees, his dick poking straight up.

  Dean looked him up and down. “Fuck, you have no idea how hot you look right now. Swing around and give me that ass.”

  Robin swallowed, then turned one-eighty degrees, until he was facing Dean’s feet, his legs spread wide as he straddled Dean’s chest. Dean tugged on his hips, dragging his ass closer to the headboard. Dean’s cock stood at attention, and Robin knew what he had to do. He bent over it, taking as much as he dared into his mouth, stretching his lips around its girth.

  “Oh my God. Look at this tight little hole.”

  Robin groaned as Dean spread his cheeks, stretching him. Then he gasped as Dean’s warm, wet tongue flicked his pucker.

  “You like that?”

  Robin twisted himself around to glare at Dean. “Do you hearing me yelling for you to stop?”

  Dean grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then he licked a path through Robin’s crack, slow and sensual, that left him feeling weak at the knees and desperate for more.

  “My dick’s not going to suck itself,” Dean called out.

  Robin moaned. “You expect me to suck your cock while you’re doing that?”

  “Uh-huh. Now get to it.” Dean gave another long, lingering lick over Robin’s hole, and Robin’s belly quivered. He sucked hard on the head of Dean’s dick, and a shudder coursed through Dean. He faltered in his task when Dean’s tongue danced teasingly over his pucker.

  “Fuck, your hole tastes good,” Dean said with a sigh. Then Robin caught his breath as Dean pressed a finger inside him, taking his time. “Oh fuck, that’s tight.” Dean’s cracked voice made it sound like that was a good thing.

  There was no way he could focus on Dean’s cock.

  Dean didn’t seem to mind, however. His attention was locked onto Robin’s ass as he slid that finger in and out of him with infinite care. When everything came to an abrupt halt, Robin moaned, before stiffening at the sound of a drawer opening.

  “Gotta get you ready,” Dean said, before giving Robin’s hole another pass with his tongue. Then that finger was back, only now it glided into him as if it was…

  He was getting the lube. Okay, that felt amazing, and way better than when Robin had done it.

  “Fuck, your ass is tight.”

  So much for practice. Then Robin realized Dean’s finger had grown thicker. Oh God. He’s got two fingers inside me. And now Dean had one hand wrapped around Robin’s dick, giving it a gentle pull while he fucked Robin with his fingers.

  “Dean.” Fuck, the sensations were coming at him thick and fast, and Robin couldn’t keep still. He began to rock, shifting back to impale himself on Dean’s fingers, and then forward, forcing his cock through the funnel of Dean’s hand. “Dean, fuck…”

  “That comes next,” Dean told him, his voice rough. “But right now… how does this feel?”

  Then Dean’s finger kind of curled inside him, and Robin couldn’t keep quiet. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” God, he wanted more.

  “Does it feel good?” Dean demanded, his finger still stroking Robin on the inside, sending waves of exquisite pleasure crashing through him, drowning him in a sea of sensual bliss.

  “Oh, God… it… don’t stop…” Robin’s mouth wasn’t working anymore.

  “I’ll stop when you’re ready for my cock,” Dean said, his voice a little raw. “Fuck, the way you feel inside…”

  Robin barely heard him, buffeted by shocks that coursed through him. Then Dean’s fingers stilled, and Robin groaned in frustration.

  “Turn around, baby. I want to kiss you. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

  God, his words alone brought Robin close to the edge.

  He spun around, sitting astride Dean’s waist as he leaned forward to kiss him. Dean’s dick was warm as it pushed between his ass cheeks, tapping against his hole, and a tremor slid through him.

  Dean cupped his chin. “Not yet. We’re missing something.” He gestured to the nightstand, where the condoms sat.

  Robin grabbed one of the square foils and handed it to Dean, who tore it open.

  Dean reached behind Robin to cover his cock. Then he squeezed lube into his palm and slicked up his shaft. He held up the bottle. “Here.”

  Robin accepted the lube, reaching back to spread some over his hole, his heart pounding like a freight engine. Dean put the bottle to one side, then beckoned with his finger. “Come here.”

  Robin bent over him, and Dean kissed him as though they had all the time in the world.

  “Are you ready, baby?” Dean murmured against his lips.

  Robin nodded, his heart still hammering.

  “You’re going to guide me in. Take your time. You’re going to sit on it, okay?” Dean’s hand caressed his cheek. “No rush.”

  Robin sat upright and reached back for the slippery shaft. He drew in a deep breath as he brought the head of Dean’s cock to his hole. He held it steady as he eased down a little, catching his breath at that first pressure. A little more, a little more, and then he pushed out a groan as the muscle gave way.

  Robin stared at Dean, his mouth open. “Oh God.” So much for his practicing. Dean’s dick felt huge.

  Dean nodded, stroking Robin’s thighs. “I know. Trust me, it’ll feel better soon. Breathe, baby, breathe.”

  Robin inhaled deeply, willing himself to relax. He sank a little farther, wincing at the burn he knew would come, aware that it would soon fade. But damn, Dean’s cock made Robin’s fingers feel like pencils in comparison. Down, down he went, until at last Dean’s shaft filled him to the hilt, and he let out a low moan.

  Dean’s hands were on his waist, stroking him with a soothing motion, his eyes locked on Robin’s face. “Fuck. So, so tight. You feel so good on my cock.”

  Robin shivered. “Your dick is nothing like my hairbrush.”

  Dean chuckled. He tilted his hips, and gently pulled Robin down into a slow kiss. “Definitely not a virgin anymore,” he murmured between kisses.

  Robin’s world had condensed down to that thick cock stretching his ass, Dean’s hands on him, and Dean’s voice, low and soothing between kisses.

  “Relax,” Dean said in a hushed voice. “We take this at your pace, remember?”

  Robin nodded, sighing as Dean curled his fingers around Robin’s dick, pulling on it. Then he took a deep breath and gave an experimental roll of his hips, Dean’s cock easing out of him a little. Dean still didn’t move, but slid his hands to Robin’s ass, supporting him there. Another roll of his hips, and Robin gasped.

  “Fuck, that… that feels good.”

  Dean nodded, his gaze focused on Robin’s face, his hand still curled around Robin’s dick. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.”

  Despite his stretched ass and the sensation of being so fucking full, Robin managed a wry chuckle. “You said that already.”

  “Then you know I’m either repetitive, or it’s true.”

  Robin rocked back and forth with small movements, aware of every inch of Dean’s dick moving in and out of his hole. Robin reached back to feel it sliding into him, and that brought a groan to his lips.

  “Ready for more?” Dean asked.

  Robin nodded, and Dean held him by the waist, lifting him, then lowering him back onto his cock. Robin let out a long moan. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

  Dean chuckled. “You said that already.”

  Any quips Robin intended to make were lost in a wave of cru
shing pleasure as he rocked a little faster, his hands flat to Dean’s chest, connecting them. He gave a bounce, and Dean’s dick slid a bit deeper, forcing a groan from him. Another bounce, and another, and now everything changed as discomfort fled, replaced by exquisite friction.

  And through it all, Dean never broke eye contact. He focused on Robin’s face, an intense gaze that sent heat flooding through Robin’s body. A joyous feeling bubbled up from someplace deep within him, spreading through him, lighting him up like a Christmas tree.

  “Oh fuck, this is good!” Laughter burst out of him. Dean’s face was alight, and Robin kissed him, wanting more of their connection.

  “That’s it, baby. Enjoy it.”

  Robin let go and rode him, pushing down on Dean’s shoulders, unable to keep still, letting that joy surge through him, loving every stroke of Dean’s cock inside him.

  But with that joy came the realization that it wasn’t going to last.

  “Dean,” he cried out. “I can’t…”

  Dean tugged faster on Robin’s upright cock, only now he was thrusting up into him, Robin sinking down to meet each upward motion as they got into a rhythm.

  “I’ve got you.”

  Oh, fuck. Robin shot hard, shaking as he pulsed cum onto Dean’s chest. Dean’s fingers were tight around his shaft, warmth trickling down his dick as he was swept along on a tide of bliss like nothing he’d ever experienced.

  Dean pulled him down, and they kissed, Robin unwilling for it to be over.

  Then he realized it wasn’t. Dean was still inside him.

  Dean’s hand was sticky on his cheek. “Fuck, you are so sexy when you come.” Then he took Robin’s mouth in another heated kiss, Robin’s arms around his neck, clinging to him, still riding out the last waves of his orgasm.

  Robin knew how he wanted this to end. “Want to feel you come on me,” he whispered.

  Dean’s pupils almost obliterated the green of his eyes. “Fuck.” He nodded, and Robin gently lifted himself onto his knees, Dean’s cock easing out of him. He knelt between Dean’s spread thighs, waiting as Dean removed the condom, tossing it to the floor. He worked his shaft, his belly quivering, his chest heaving, the muscles in his abs jumping.