A Guy for Christmas

by K. C. Wells

  “Look at you.” Dean stared at Robin, his hand moving faster.

  Robin’s breathing hadn’t slowed. His heart pounded as he watched Dean approach his climax head-on, until at last Dean gave a cry as he aimed his dick at Robin, warm cum hitting Robin’s sternum. Dean slid his hand up and down his cock, as the evidence of his orgasm trickled down Robin’s belly, reaching his pubes.

  Dean moaned. “Come here.”

  Robin crawled up his sweat-slick body, until their lips met in a slow kiss, robbed of its previous heat but infinitely sweeter. Dean’s arms encircled him, and he hooked his legs around Robin’s waist, connecting them from chest to groin.

  He wanted to ask how it had been for Dean, but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

  “Thank you,” Dean murmured against his lips. “That was…” Another slow kiss, and Robin sighed into it.

  Now it was perfect.

  “Was it anything like your fantasies?”

  Robin shook his head. “It was way better.” His body ached in the best way, and he was sticky as fuck. He kissed Dean on the lips, his chest tightening.

  Don’t let it be just this once.

  Robin wanted to do it all over again.

  More importantly, he wanted it to be with Dean. That connection was addictive.

  Then he remembered. They were going to spend a weekend together in New York City.

  A whole weekend.

  I may not wanna come home after that.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dean lay in bed, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over his bedroom through the cream blinds. A warm body nestled in his arms, and Robin’s even breathing was the only sound in the room.

  This is heaven.

  He hadn’t intended on taking a nap. It had sort of snuck up on them. Not that Dean was surprised Robin had fallen asleep. He’d been wiped out. Dean breathed in Robin’s smell, relishing the feel of his body against Dean’s, the touch of his hand covering Dean’s on his chest.

  I could get used to this.

  Most of his hook-ups took place in hotel rooms or motels. It was safer than bringing them back to his place. Some school boards required LGBT staff to be more accountable than their straight counterparts, not that Dean had ever run into that kind of trouble.

  He was careful to keep his personal life away from prying eyes.

  Then it occurred to him that Robin was already way more than a casual hook-up. Dean had no idea where this was going, but he loved it so far.

  Robin stirred in his arms, and Dean stilled, unwilling to burst the wonderful bubble that encapsulated them. I want to hold onto this.

  Yeah. That feeling right there told him Robin had become a lot more than a younger guy popping his cherry.

  Dean had to admit, Robin’s bed hair was kinda cute. He glanced at Robin’s sleeping form, loving how he held onto Dean’s hand as if determined to keep them connected.

  How long can we stay like this?

  It was a tempting thought, but Dean had to eat something. And then there were the Christmas lights to put up, not to mention decorating the tree.

  The Christmas tree that was still strapped to the roof of his car.

  Hey, I got distracted. And what a gorgeous distraction. Dean could quite happily spend the rest of Saturday in bed with Robin. But we can’t.

  He kissed Robin’s head. “Hey. Wake up.”

  Robin stirred in his arms and rolled over to face him, his hair adorably tousled. “Hmm?” Then he gave a sleepy smile. “Hey.”

  Dean stroked his cheek. “Ready for lunch now?” Before Robin could answer, a loud grumble erupted from his stomach, and Dean grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. How does a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup sound?”

  Robin beamed. “Sounds amazing.”

  “Then why don’t I get on that, while you do something with your hair?” Dean tried not to chuckle.

  Robin’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, what do I look like?”

  “There are two possible answers to that question,” Dean told him. He kissed Robin on the mouth, taking his time. “You look like you just got fucked,” he whispered. Robin’s breathing hitched, and Dean kissed him again. “You also look cute as hell.” It was an effort to tear himself away. “I’ll go downstairs and start lunch. The bathroom is through there, if you want to… tidy yourself up a bit.” And there it was again, the urge to take Robin in his arms, pull the comforter over their heads, and kiss him all over.

  Another rumble from Robin’s stomach put paid to that idea.

  Dean threw back to the comforter, grabbed his jeans from the floor, and squirmed into them. He pulled on the sweater and tried not to gaze at Robin lying on the rumpled sheet, looking so amazingly tempting.

  Lunch. Make the goddamn lunch.

  By the time the soup was simmering and the aroma of melted cheese filled the kitchen, Robin was there, his hair only a little tamer than before. He ran his fingers through the longer bit on top, and Dean laughed.

  “Leave it. You look fine.” He looked a damn sight better than fine. Robin looked goddamn edible. Dean pointed to the table. “Take a seat. It’s coming right up.” When Robin sat with great care, Dean frowned. “Are you okay? Scratch that—stupid question.” He remembered his first time. After Darryl was done with him, Dean had walked like he’d spent a few hours riding a horse.

  Then Dean smiled to himself. Darryl’s dick had been on the large side, so maybe the comparison was more apt than he’d thought.

  Robin gave a sheepish grin. “It kinda aches, but it’s a good ache, if you get my drift.”

  Dean laughed. “Oh, I do. Not that I get the chance to enjoy the ache very often.” He turned off the heat and poured the soup into bowls. Then he sliced the grilled cheese sandwiches and put them on plates. He brought them over to the table and took a seat facing Robin.

  “Can I ask something a bit personal?”

  Dean blinked. “I’m not sure it gets any more personal than what we did. Fire away.”

  “I’m not sure how to ask this, but… it’s what you said just now. When… when you’re with a guy… do you like to…?”

  Dean got where he was headed. “If you’re asking if I like to both give and receive—putting it as politely as I can—then the answer is yes. However, most of the guys I’ve hooked up with in my not very extensive experience, have liked to bottom. I’m happy with that.” He gave Robin a speculative glance. “Do you think you’d like to see what it feels like from the other side?”

  “I’m not sure.” Robin bit his lip in that adorable way of his. “Whenever I thought about… you know… I was on the receiving end.”

  “You never cease to amaze me,” Dean said with a smile. “One minute you’re shy about expressing yourself, and the next, you’re bold as brass.”

  Robin’s cheeks flushed. “Think about it. My parents don’t talk to me about this stuff, and then I have Ryan who has no filter. I figured he was the better role model when it came to talking about sex.” He snickered. “So sometimes I channel Ryan.”

  Dean locked gazes with him. “I’ve got a much better idea. Be you.”

  Robin cleared his throat. “So it’s not wrong if I like being a… receiver?” That flush on his cheeks was sexy as fuck.

  “There’s no right or wrong way,” Dean said decisively. “It’s however you want to do things. And if you’re happy bottoming, then that’s fine.”

  Robin put down his spoon. “You don’t want me to…?”

  Dean forgot about his own growling stomach. This was more important. “Only if you want to, okay?” He grinned. “But if you’re happy being a bottom, I’ll go with that. What I’m trying to say here is… say what you need. What you want.”

  Robin’s eyes gleamed. “So if I want to tie you to the bed, you’d let me?”

  God, Robin was definitely a fast learner.

  Dean gave a casual shrug. “I have a collection of ties you could use.”

  Robin’s breathing hitched, and his
eyes were like saucers.

  “Fuck, your expression…”

  “What about it?”

  Dean chuckled. “It’s a mix between ‘OMG did he really say that?’ and ‘Go fetch the ties.’”

  A tide of red emerged from beneath Robin’s neckline and crept over his face.

  “I guess what I’m trying to say to you here is… sex is healthy. It’s not wrong. It’s to be enjoyed.” Dean tilted his head. “You looked like you enjoyed the fuck out of your first time.”

  Robin bit his lip. “It showed, huh?”

  “Oh, there might have been a few clues,” he teased. “But you should never feel afraid to voice your needs. Only, be prepared not to get what you want every time. I am not a vending machine.” He smirked. “Sometimes the slot gets stuck.” When Robin’s brow furrowed, Dean sighed. “Real life sex is not like porn, okay? Some things are okay to watch—and that’s as far as I’ll go with them.” He wasn’t about to get into specifics—it was way too early in the scheme of things to be discussing fetishes and kinks.

  Robin let out a wry chuckle. “My brother might have more of an idea what you’re talking about. I think he has me beat when it comes to porn.”

  “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with porn—in moderation.” Dean regarded him thoughtfully. “You could always watch it with me sometime.”

  Robin stared at him. “Seriously?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “You… you wouldn’t mind?”

  Dean laughed. “Only if you get ideas about putting some things into practice. But back to your original question. If you want to stick to bottoming, there’s nothing wrong with that. One role isn’t better than the other, okay? I know there are guys out there who will tell you bottoming makes you less of a man. As far as I’m concerned, that’s macho shit.”

  Apparently, that was what Robin needed to hear. He nodded before picking up his spoon and taking his first mouthful of soup. When he’d swallowed it, he murmured, “Feels like I sat a class in Sex 101.”

  “Too much information?” The last thing Dean wanted was to come across as preachy.

  Robin shook his head. “Just right.”

  Dean’s stomach growled, and he gave a chuckle. “I think that’s my body telling me to shut the fuck up and eat something.”

  They ate in a comfortable silence. Dean liked that Robin didn’t feel the need to talk all the time. It had to be a rare quality in someone his age, but then again Robin was pretty mature for eighteen.

  He continually surprises me. Dean liked that a lot. He also liked that they’d gotten a few things out into the open. It paved the way for more… lessons.

  Because he knew Robin wanted more.

  And I want more of him. Any way I can get him.

  Robin stepped back to look at the Christmas tree. “I don’t think there’s space for one more decoration,” he commented. He had to admit, the tinsel was a nice touch. “Mom doesn’t put tinsel on our tree.”

  “It was something we always had when I was a kid,” Dean remarked. He glanced over to the couch where Loki and Lady were watching the proceedings with great interest. “Of course, there’s always the possibility that Loki will try to eat it or wear it.”

  Robin laughed. “I did warn you. I think Loki had better get used to living in the bathroom.” He peered at the couple of boxes standing by the coffee table. “What’s in those?”

  “The lights for the pillars outside. And that’s our next job. Besides, by the time we’re finished, it will be dark enough to switch them on.”

  “Then what are we waiting for?” Robin was having a great time. He enjoyed being with Dean, but what shocked him was it had nothing to do with the sex. He loved every minute he spent in Dean’s house. Sharing lunch, untangling the lights to go on the tree, trying decorations in different places and asking Dean’s opinion, playing with Loki when the kitten got too interested in the goings-on…

  It had to be one of the best days ever.

  Dean was right about one thing. By the time they had covered the wooden posts with lights, starting from the bottom, winding them around and around until they reached the top, it was time to switch them on. Dean had attached the wires to the underside of the porch, snaking them through two little holes, one on each side of the door. Then he’d gone inside to insert the wires into their transformers.

  “Are we ready for the switch on?” he called from inside.

  “Totally. Hit it.” Robin caught his breath as the hundreds of colored lights burst into life. “Oh man, that looks awesome.” Dean joined him, standing beside him on the porch.

  He grabbed Robin’s hand and tugged him along the path to the sidewalk. “We have to see what it looks like from the street.”

  They stood facing the house, and that familiar festive warmth crept through Robin, the tingle of anticipation he always got as Christmas drew closer. He spied the Christmas tree with its covering of tiny white lights through the window.

  “I love it,” he said quietly.

  Dean’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. “So do I.” He paused. “Do you have to go home soon?”

  Robin shook his head. “I told them I’d be out for dinner, but I promised I wouldn’t be home late.” He was wondering how late he could push it.

  “So if I suggested we watch a movie, and maybe eat something later?”

  Robin loved that idea. “Have you got a movie in mind?”

  “I think in the circumstances, it had better be something Christmassy.” Dean grinned. “It can be your choice.”

  Robin couldn’t think of a better way to end his day. Well, except for making out on the couch, should the opportunity present itself.

  One particular region of his anatomy was definitely off limits.

  Dean had never enjoyed decorating his house so much.

  The tree looked wonderful in the corner, all lights and sparkle. It was always the same. Once the tree was up, that holiday magic was back. But Robin being there was the icing on the cake.

  Or maybe that should be the angel on top of the tree?

  He glanced across to where Robin sat beside him on the couch, now and again absently reaching into the bowl that contained the popcorn, his eyes focused on the TV screen. Dean had been surprised by Robin’s choice of movie. He’d never heard of Let It Snow, but the moment Robin had found it on Netflix, Dean knew that was going to be the movie. It was okay as movies went, though Dean suspected it was aimed at a younger audience than his thirty-two years. Robin clearly loved it, and that was fine in Dean’s book.

  What he liked even more was that Robin sat closer to him now than he had been at the start of the movie. He’d casually moved closer in increments, and that was all kinds of cute. Dean decided to make it easier for him.

  He picked up the remote and paused the movie. Robin jerked his head to stare at him in obvious surprise. Dean stretched out his arm. “Wanna cuddle while we watch?”

  Oh my God. The light in Robin’s eyes was beautiful to see.

  “I’d really like that,” Robin said shyly. He scootched over, closing the remaining gap between them, and snuggled against Dean, his head on his chest.

  Great as it felt, it wasn’t going to work.

  “Isn’t that kind of awkward for watching the movie?” Dean patted his thigh. “Put your head here. You can stretch out on the couch and get comfortable, and I get to hold you while you watch.”

  Robin smiled, shifting his position until his head rested on Dean’s thigh. Dean laid his hand on Robin shoulder, stroking it

  Robin’s happy sigh was better than any Christmas movie.

  There was no putting it off any longer. Robin had to go home.

  Dean helped him into his coat and walked with him to the front door. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a wonderful day.”

  Robin smiled. “Me too. All of it.” Judging by Dean’s beaming smile, it was the right thing to say.

  “With such a perfect day, there’s only one way to end it.” And before Ro
bin could inquire what that was, Dean pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Robin locked his arms around Dean’s neck and deepened the kiss, desperate to hold on to what remained of the day. Dean made a low noise of appreciation, sliding his hands lower to cup Robin’s ass, molding him against Dean’s body.

  “You are not helping,” Robin ground out.

  “I can’t help it,” Dean murmured. “I start kissing you, and I don’t want to stop there.” With obvious reluctance he released Robin, and opened the front door. “Text me when you get home?”

  Robin smirked. “It’s a ten-minute bike ride. I don’t think I’m gonna get lost or ambushed, do you?”

  Dean chuckled. “I wasn’t suggesting it from the safety angle. It was more of a ‘let me know when you’re in bed so I can say good night’ sort of suggestion.”

  Robin could deal with that. “Okay then.” God, this was hard.

  Dean sighed, then closed the door again, before taking Robin’s mouth in a lingering kiss. “Fuck, you’re addictive.”

  Laughter bubbled up out of him. “Ditto. But if I’m late back, they’re not gonna be happy the next time I go out. And we can’t have that, can we?”

  Dean laughed too. “I’m finding it most amusing that of the two of us, you’re the one acting more mature.” He opened the door again. “Good night, baby.”

  Robin caught his breath. “For the record? I loved it when you called me that while we were… upstairs. I love it even more now.”

  Dean took hold of his hand. “About what we did… upstairs. I can’t wait till we’re upstairs again.”

  Robin couldn’t resist. “Maybe next time we might try it downstairs.” His eyes gleamed. “As long as you remember to close the drapes first.” He stepped outside, grabbed his bike, and wheeled it down the path to the sidewalk where he paused to look back at Dean’s very festive house.

  Dean mouthed Goodbye and then Thank you.

  It was all Robin could do to stop himself from blowing Dean a kiss. He’s thanking me? Dean had brought Robin’s fantasies to life.

  But now it was time to go home.