by K. C. Wells
“This okay?”
Robin sighed happily. “This is really okay.”
“Good.” Dean kissed his neck. “Because I have been thinking about doing this ever since you called.”
“Then how about less talking and more kissing?”
Dean chuckled against his neck, and it tickled. “We need to talk about this bossy streak of yours.” Then all talk ceased as they kissed, and Robin’s heartbeat moved into a higher gear. He didn’t hold back, giving as good as he got, until it wasn’t only him making appreciative noises. That was all kinds of gratifying.
“Fuck, you get more receptive each time we do this,” Dean murmured against his lips.
Robin stilled. “That’s a good thing, right?”
Dean laughed quietly. “A very, very good thing.” He slid a hand under Robin’s sweater, moving it higher, his fingertips trailing over Robin’s abs and making them twitch. When he reached Robin’s nipple and tweaked it between thumb and forefinger, Robin groaned. “Fuck yeah. Like that,” Dean whispered, his lips soft against Robin’s neck.
Robin couldn’t tell which was turning him on more—Dean’s kisses or his fingers. He only knew he didn’t want it to end.
He shifted lower, sliding his ass toward the edge of the seat cushion, and Dean caught hold of Robin’s thigh, gently spreading him, hooking his leg over Dean’s.
Oh fuck. Robin’s heart pounded at the thought of what was coming.
“Want me to stop?” Dean asked.
Robin gaped at him. “You’re kidding, right?” This was all good.
Dean laughed. “Just checking.” Then he took Robin’s mouth in a hungry kiss.
Except now, the kisses had real heat. Dean’s hands were in constant motion, stroking Robin’s neck, his chest, his belly. Robin pushed his head back into the soft seat cushion, his breath catching when Dean kissed his neck again. “Oh fuck… when you do that…”
Dean slid his hand leisurely down Robin’s body, until he reached Robin’s crotch. He molded his fingers around Robin’s stiffening dick. “I kiss you here,” he whispered, his lips soft against Robin’s neck, “and suddenly you are so fucking hard.” He rubbed Robin’s denim-covered shaft, then moved lower, his fingers brushing over the seam of his jeans, pressing it against his hole. Dean broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. “Can I take these off?” Robin grasped the hem of his sweater, but Dean stilled his hand. “No. Only your jeans.”
He swallowed. “Yes.” It was barely audible. Fuck, this was hot.
Dean unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, tugging them roughly over Robin’s hips, down to his knees, his ankles, and then off, dropping them to the floor. Then he paused to smile at the sight of Robin’s underwear. “Where did you get those?”
“They were a present from Ryan for my birthday.” And maybe not the most appropriate thing to wear, but Robin had figured they’d raise a laugh. The crotch was adorned with the Harry Potter scar, and the words Want to See My Wand?
“I do, by the way.”
Robin gazed at him, stupefied. “Huh?”
Dean grinned. “Want to see your wand.” And with one brisk motion, he pulled the briefs down and off. He gazed at Robin’s rising dick with shining eyes. “We never did get around to dessert, did we?” Then he leaned over and swallowed Robin’s cock to the root.
Robin arched off the couch, grabbed hold of Dean’s hair and held on tight. “Fuck.” Dean licked up the underside of his shaft, flicking his tongue over the head again and again until Robin was squirming, unable to keep still. When Dean stopped, Robin let out a loud howl, and he laughed.
“Patience. I’m merely warming you up,” Dean said with a grin.
“For what?” Robin demanded.
“This.” Dean got to his feet and Robin gaped at him. Dean sat at the opposite end of the couch, shifting his body until he was almost lying down. He beckoned to Robin with his finger. “Lie here.” He patted the cushion beneath him. “There’s plenty of room.”
Robin blinked. “Are you going to stay… like that?”
Dean chuckled. “Tonight is all about you.” His eyes gleamed. “Actually, it’s all about that gorgeous ass.” He took Robin’s hand and pulled him down onto the couch, lying with his back against Dean’s chest, his legs stretched out over the seat cushions. Dean’s arm supported Robin’s neck as he stroked Robin’s chest and belly, moving lower, lower, lower…
Robin shuddered as Dean’s fingertips grazed the head of his dick, then shivered as Dean caught hold of his leg and spread him again as he hooked Robin’s leg over his.
Robin turned his head to meet Dean’s kiss, loving the illicitness of being bare below the waist while Dean remained clothed. Dean stroked his belly, making the muscles in his stomach jump.
Dean stroked Robin’s lips with a single finger. “Suck it. I want it nice and wet.”
Robin opened for him, his heart hammering as he sucked. Dean removed his finger and Robin let out a low moan as Dean rested his hand on Robin’s taint, that now-slick finger brushing over Robin’s hole.
“Play with your cock,” Dean murmured. “While I play with your ass.” Then he kissed Robin as slow as you please while he sank his finger unhurriedly in Robin’s body.
Robin moaned into the kiss, unable to keep his hips still. Dean kept up the steady in-and-out motion, occasionally crooking his finger inside Robin, pausing only to wet his fingers before returning to his erotic task. Robin tugged on his cock, chasing the climax he knew was heading straight for him.
“You’re gonna make me come… if you keep this up…”
Dean smiled. “That’s the idea.” Another crook of his finger, and Robin groaned. “I’m not stopping until there isn’t a single drop of cum left in you.” He paused, withdrawing his finger. “Reach under the seat cushion.”
What the fuck? Robin did as instructed, stilling as his fingers encountered smooth plastic. He pulled the bottle free of the couch and stared at it. “Why is there lube hiding in your couch?”
“Think of it as a contingency plan,” Dean commented, holding out his hand. “Now give me some.”
Robin squeezed the viscous liquid onto Dean’s fingers, then dropped the bottle onto his jeans. He moaned as Dean penetrated him with a second finger.
“That’s it,” Dean said approvingly. “I love how tight you feel around my fingers.” He stroked them in and out of Robin’s body, and it wasn’t long before Robin was pushing down on them.
“Can you squeeze my fingers? Tighten your hole. Let me feel it.”
Robin concentrated, clenching, and the groan that fell from Dean’s lips was the perfect reward. He did it again, and again, and the hunger in Dean’s kiss was intoxicating.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” Dean sucked on his neck, and Robin shuddered. “You like it when I finger-fuck you?”
Robin’s only response was to roll his hips, wanting more.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Good, because school is in. Tonight’s lesson?” Dean pulled back slightly to look him in the eye. “Getting fucked doesn’t always have to involve a dick.” And before Robin could get a word past his lips, Dean kissed him, more forcefully than before, and Robin quickened his hand on his cock, tingling with anticipation. Dean pushed his fingers into Robin up to the knuckle, Robin tilting his hips to give him access.
“Dean,” he pleaded, his body trembling.
Dean nodded. “You’re so tight now. You’re close.” Then he took Robin’s mouth in a blistering kiss, and Robin worked his shaft, hips rocking as he tried to get Dean’s fingers deeper inside. Dean’s tongue plunged deep, and Robin moaned, on fire as Dean pushed him to the edge.
And then he fell, shooting so hard that he felt dizzy with it all, tremors coursing through him, leaving him weak in Dean’s arms. He had no clue where his load had landed, but it didn’t matter. His entire focus was on Dean’s fingers wedged in his ass and Dean’s mouth locked onto his.
Then Dean broke free, reaching into his sweats to fish out his cock. �
�Fuck, watching you, listening to you…” He gave three good tugs on his dick before a violent shudder rippled through him as he came on Robin’s thigh. Dean gasped out in short, staccato breaths, squeezing his shaft until at last he was done.
I did that. Robin’s chest swelled, and warmth trickled through him.
When Dean’s breathing grew more even, he kissed Robin tenderly, his hand gentle on Robin’s chest, moving in slow circles. “Love watching you come,” he murmured.
“I think I got that part,” Robin said with a smile. He rolled slightly, until his chest met Dean’s, and Dean enveloped him, arms tight around him as they kissed, Dean’s leg hooked over his.
Robin gazed into Dean’s flushed face. “Yeah, the movie wasn’t that hot anyway.”
Dean stared at him for a moment, before laughing, his whole body shaking with the force of it. “So next time… another movie?”
Robin grinned. “Better still, no movie at all. We cut to the chase.” He glanced toward the window and waved. “Hey there, Dean’s neighbors.”
Dean jerked his head to look, and groaned. “I swear, you mess with my head.”
Robin stroked his cheek. “That’s okay. You’ve been messing with mine ever since you walked into the boatyard.”
Only, he’d never seen this coming.
Right then, what he really wanted was to see where it was going.
Chapter Sixteen
Dean peered warily around the door to his living room, expecting carnage. It was the first time since the tree had gone up that he hadn’t shut Loki in the bathroom when he went to work. After watching the kitten the previous night, when the decorations had survived the evening unscathed, he figured it was safe enough to give it a go.
What he saw made him laugh out loud.
Lady sat near the tree, watching Loki. When the kitten approached it with his usual bouncing hop, she batted him away with a firm paw. Loki made another attempt, but met with the same reception, only this time Lady hissed at him with another well-aimed swipe of her paw.
It was enough to send Loki scurrying away.
Dean came into the room and walked over to where Lady sat, guarding the tree. He crouched and stroked her head. “Way to go, girl,” he said quietly. Lady pushed into his hand, purring. “Your other favorite human is coming over. More cuddles.”
Robin’s text that morning to say he’d visit after dinner had made Dean smile for the rest of the day. After his last visit, Dean had no clue what would come of the evening—until he glanced at the desk calendar sitting on the side table.
Damn. Is it December 12th already?
That meant Sunday would have to be the last meet-up with Diane and the gang before Christmas, because the following Sunday, Dean would be on his way home from NYC. He’d already bought the fixings for their gifts—the usual wine, chocolates, and other holiday goodies that they’d exchanged the past three years—but they required packaging, and he’d forgotten all about it. There was also the matter of his Christmas cards. The cut-off date for mailing was a week away, and Dean had never left things so late before.
He blamed Robin.
Not that Robin was at fault. He was simply the reason why Dean was so distracted lately. And let’s face it, he’s a gorgeous distraction. But right then he had other things to think about, such as informing his little gang of friends that he was changing the date for their next soiree.
Dean had a feeling he already knew what the first topic of conversation would be when they got to his place.
Ryan’s text came through as Robin was trying to work out what he was going to wear.
Whatcha doin?
Robin wasn’t about to waste time typing. He clicked Call and then put it on speakers. “Going out. Keep your voice down, okay? I’m in my closet—”
“I thought you came out of that at Thanksgiving,” Ryan said with a snort.
Robin groaned. “I’m trying to decide what to wear to—” He lowered his voice. “Dean’s. I’m going over there.”
“Black.” Ryan responded promptly. “Black is always sexy as fuck. But you can talk to me while you look. How’s it going?” Robin told him about the New York City trip, and Ryan snickered. “Yeah, right. You’re really going there to watch some guy dance.”
“No, we are,” Robin protested. “There are photos in Dean’s hallway of him dancing with this Adrian.”
“Seriously?” There was a pause. “Yeah, I can see how Mr. Q would be hot as fuck as a dancer.”
That did it. Robin didn’t care that it would eat up his time‒he had to talk about this. “Ryan, can I ask you something kinda… personal?”
“You can ask, sure.”
“It’s just that… you say things like Dean is hot. You watch gay porn and jerk off to it. You watch videos to decide which ones you’re gonna send to me. Because no freaking way are they random.” Robin took a deep breath. “Is there something you wanna tell me?”
Crickets.
Aw fuck. Apparently Ryan did not want to discuss it. Robin backpedaled quickly. “Forget I asked. I’ll go back to looking for a black shirt, seeing as you think that’s the way to go.”
“Robin.”
Ryan said the word so softly, Robin hardly caught it. “Yeah?” He braced himself for Ryan’s rebuke.
“You know all those girls I said I’ve been with?”
“Yeah?”
“Well… a few might have been guys.”
“Might?” Robin’s heart raced. Oh my fucking God. Okay, so Ryan’s actions had seemed a little suspect, but no way had he expected this.
“Okay. I’ve fucked a few guys, all right? But I’m not gay.”
“You’re not—” Robin was shocked into silence.
“Remember I told you about my roommate, Kyle? Well, he likes… oh geez… When he jacks off, he likes things stuck in his ass, okay? And this one time, he asked me to help him out.”
“Okay,” Robin said slowly.
“Well, since he’s my bro, I told him I would.”
This was getting interesting. “And?”
“Okay, so it started out with this dildo he has, but then he told me it wasn’t reaching… you know… that spot?”
“Oh yeah, I know the one.” Robin tried not to laugh.
“So he wanted to know if I’d be willing to… in the ass… and… I said yes.”
Robin stilled. “You said yes to having sex with a guy?”
“I was helping him out!” Ryan protested. “It’s not like either of us is gay.”
“That’s one guy, Ryan. One is not a few, which is what you said.” His head was spinning.
“Yeah, okay, so there were others. But that doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m doing a favor for some buddies, is all.”
Robin didn’t have time to unpick Ryan’s argument. That would have to wait. “We’re gonna discuss this tomorrow when you get home, you got that?”
Ryan groaned. “Jesus, I knew I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth. I knew you’d get the wrong idea.”
Robin thought it was Ryan who had the wrong idea, but that was a conversation for another time. “I’m glad you told me.”
“And I’m glad you told me about Mr. Q dancing. Because that gives me an idea. Later, bro.” And then he was gone.
Robin wasn’t fooled for an instant. He saw Ryan’s quick exit for what it was—he was running away from the conversation. He went back to looking through his clothing, letting out a shout of triumph when he found a clean pair of black jeans and a black shirt.
His phone pinged. Wear a black T-shirt under your shirt.
Robin sighed. Fashion advice from my not-gay brother. He yanked open the drawer when he kept all his tees, and pulled out a plain black one.
His phone pinged again. This time, however, it was a link. The first four words of the title said it all: lap-dancer-gets-fucked…
Robin grinned. I can watch while I get dressed, right?
“I don’t know if you came here with a purpose tonight,” Dean said as he s
tood aside to let Robin enter the house. “We could watch a movie.” Yeah, like they’d seen so much of the last one. Dean made a mental note to get the removable seat covers cleaned before Sunday. Kris’s eagle eyes missed nothing, even a cum-stain Dean was positive he’d gotten rid of.
And as for a movie, Dean had other plans for the evening.
“I don’t mind what we do.” Robin removed his coat and hung it up.
Dean was momentarily stunned into silence. He cleared his throat. “Okay, for the record? You can wear black as often as you like.”
Robin beamed. “You like it, huh?” His gaze flickered downward, and he chuckled. “Oh, you do.”
Dean was not about to have his plans for the evening derailed. Not that the idea of peeling off those tight-as-fuck jeans that clung to Robin’s slim hips and eating that hot little ass didn’t appeal to him. Not to mention sucking on Robin’s hard little nipples.
Down boy.
“I was a little surprised to get your text. Not that I mind you coming over, but I’ll be spending a whole weekend with you. And we’re going skiing in less than forty-eight hours.” He grinned. “You’re getting greedy.”
Robin nodded as he walked over to him, his shirt open at the collar, revealing a black tee beneath. “And right now you need to feed me kisses.”
Dean had plenty of those.
“Come here, beautiful.” He pulled Robin into his arms and held him close, breathing him in. “I’ve missed you,” he said quietly. God knew that was the truth. It wasn’t just the sex, the kisses, the caresses.
He’d missed Robin’s laughter, the faces he pulled, his wit, his snark…
Dear God, I’ve got it bad, haven’t I?
Robin’s hands were on his face as he drew Dean down into a kiss that had his engine revving in a heartbeat. It was a struggle to put on the brakes, but Dean did it, breaking their kiss.
