by K. C. Wells
Robin was off him and on his feet in a heartbeat. “Last one in gets to sit at the plug end.” Then he ran toward the house, laughing.
His day was looking pretty damn perfect.
This was definitely a first for Dean.
Candles flickered around the edge of the tub and on the windowsill, and the air was filled with the subtle sweet scent of vanilla. His head rested on a folded towel, and Robin’s head lay against his shoulder, his back against Dean’s chest, Dean’s legs on either side of his.
Thank God for a corner tub.
“How long before we begin to prune?” Robin murmured.
Dean let out a happy sigh. “Don’t know. Don’t care.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this content. The water had a silky feel to it, even though the bubbles had all but disappeared. “Remind me to thank Diane when I see her next.”
“Who’s Diane, and what are you thanking her for?”
Dean rubbed Robin’s chest in slow circles, the skin smooth beneath his fingertips. The only body hair Robin possessed was his pubes and on his legs. Dean had nothing against furry guys, but this was heaven. “She’s a friend. She bought me the bubble bath last Christmas.”
“Then yeah, thank her. It feels and smells amazing.” Robin peered over the side of the tub. “Er… don’t look now but we have an audience.”
Dean chuckled. “I think we’re safe. Lady hates the water. And Loki avoids the tub these days. He’s already fallen into it at least four times.” He turned his head and softly kissed Robin’s temple. “Can I ask you something?”
“Ask fast before I fall asleep. This is awesome.”
Dean bestowed another kiss. “What do you want out of life?”
“Ooh, a deep conversation.” Robin inclined his head to peer at Dean. “You always do your deep thinking in the tub?”
“Always. Now answer the question.” Dean had no idea what had prompted it. Maybe it was a desire to know more about his—boyfriend? Lover? Dean didn’t have a word that fully encompassed Robin.
“If I’m totally honest? To do a job I enjoy, and to have enough money and time to do the other things I enjoy.”
“Such as?”
“Canoeing, skiing… You already know I want to do the Classic one day. And then…”
Robin’s abrupt silence intrigued him. “What?”
“I always wanted to try my hand at sailing, but boats cost a small fortune.” Robin sighed. “I had this dream of taking a boat someplace hot and tropical, with crystal clear waters and lush trees. Living on a boat, diving into the ocean every morning for a swim, sunning myself on deck…”
“Sounds idyllic. Can I come too?” Dean teased. “I’ll be your cabin boy.”
Robin laughed, and the happy sound filled Dean with a lightness he’d never known. Dean grabbed the washcloth and soap, and washed Robin’s chest with slow strokes. Robin chuckled. “I think you already did that part.”
“Well, I’m doing it again. I didn’t do such a good job the first time.” Dean kissed Robin’s cheek. “What about kids?”
“Hey, if you wanna rent a few for the trip…”
Dean laughed. “So you don’t have any burning desire to have children?”
“Not really. Maybe later. Besides…” Robin craned his neck to meet Dean’s gaze. “Imagine if I fathered twins. They might turn out like Ryan.” His face contorted in a mask of mock horror.
“Or they could turn out like you,” Dean said quietly.
Robin straightened his features. “What about you? Do you want kids?”
Dean shrugged. “No burning desire here either. I’m happy with my cats. Now, if you asked if I wanted more cats…”
Robin laughed. “Now you’re talking.” He shivered. “I think the water’s getting cold.”
“Then how about we wrap ourselves up in towels, go downstairs, and sit by the fire?” He’d been intending to light one.
Robin’s eyes sparkled. “What are we waiting for?” He stood carefully, and Dean had the perfect view of Robin’s smooth ass, water trickling down his back and beading on those firm cheeks.
Okay, that was so fucking tempting…
“Wait a sec,” he said as Robin placed one foot on the tiled floor.
“What?” Robin’s breathing hitched as Dean spread his cheeks.
“I have to check I washed off all the cookie dough.”
Robin twisted around to stare at him. “I thought you did that downstairs.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being thorough,” Dean informed him, before leaning in to trace over Robin’s pucker with his tongue. Before he got there, however, Robin reached back to spread himself. Dean chuckled. “Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks like that.”
“You can never be too sure.” When Dean reached for the towel he’d used as a head rest, Robin gave him another hard stare. “What, you changed your mind?”
“Hey, I’d rather not taste bubble bath, okay?” He quickly gave Robin’s ass a wipe with it.
“Oh. Gotcha.” Then all talk ceased when Dean buried his face in Robin’s crease. Robin groaned. “Jesus, your tongue…”
Dean made a mental note to pick up supplies from his bedroom. Just in case.
Robin was in heaven.
A roaring fire, a soft rug to sit on in front of it, a warm throw around him, and a mug of hot chocolate. Of course, the best part was sitting opposite. Dean’s throw had slipped off his shoulders, and he sat there naked, the firelight casting dancing shadows over his skin, legs bent, his hands resting on his knees.
“I can’t remember the last time Dad lit the fire,” Robin murmured.
Dean stared into the flames. “When I was house-hunting, a working fireplace was one of the must-haves on my list. I remember when I was little, how we used to sit around the fire at Christmas.” He smiled. “Of course, I had on more clothes than I do right now.”
“I’m not complaining about the view.”
Dean chose that moment to lean back, and it instantly drew Robin’s gaze to his dick.
“You did that on purpose.”
Dean’s eyes twinkled. “I’m sure I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
Robin glanced at the basket next to the fireplace. Lady and Loki were curled up asleep together, and it was the sweetest sight.
Dean followed his gaze. “Cats will always find the warmest spot.” He peered at Robin’s mug. “Are you done with that?”
Robin nodded. His heart raced as Dean took the mug from him, and placed it with his own on the hearth. “When do your friends get here?”
“Not until after dinner.” Dean looked up at the clock on the mantel. “It’s only five o’clock. We’ve got hours yet.”
“Hours for what?” Robin hoped he knew the answer.
“This.” Dean pushed the throw off Robin’s shoulders and shifted onto his knees, giving him a gentle shove as he eased Robin to lie on his back. Dean knelt above him, gazing at Robin’s body. “Do you know how sexy you are in this light?”
Robin stared at Dean’s firm body, drinking in his furred chest and that tantalizing treasure trail, his thick dick that curved up… “Says you, who has to be the hottest fucking teacher that ever walked God’s earth.” The words rang a bell, as though he recalled saying them before. Then Robin laughed. My first fantasy about Dean.
“What’s so funny?” Dean demanded.
There was no way Robin could tell him. He held his arms wide. “You’re too far away,” he complained.
A moment later, Dean lay on top of him, his skin warm against Robin’s belly and chest, and their lips met in an unhurried kiss. Robin put his arms around Dean’s neck and pulled him closer still, bringing up his legs to wrap them around Dean’s waist.
“Gotcha,” he said with a smile, tightening his grip with his thighs.
“Now what are you going to do with me?” Dean said in that low, raw voice. He gave a leisurely roll of his hips, and his thick shaft slid against Robin’s erect cock.
“Want you,” Robin whispered.
“How do you want me?” Dean’s eyes were so dark.
“Want to feel you inside me.” Robin’s heart hammered, his breath quickening.
Dean knelt up, holding his dick steady as he brought the head into position, applying a little pressure. “Then that’s where I’ll be.” He reached under his throw.
Robin was too eager for what was coming to be amused that Dean had condoms and lube ready. He let out a low moan as Dean’s slick fingers penetrated him, only to gasp when Dean bent over to take Robin’s dick into his mouth.
Robin wanted to take things slow, but his body cried out for Dean’s touch, and he ached with need. Dean kept the pace steady, however, sliding his lips up and down Robin’s shaft, his fingers stroking in and out of Robin’s body. Each time Dean brushed the pad of a finger over his gland, Robin moaned, until white-hot desire pulsed through him, threatening to shatter him.
“Dean,” he pleaded.
Then everything shifted into a low gear, and Robin sighed as Dean’s gloved cock entered him from behind. Robin lay on his side, his neck cradled in the crook of Dean’s arm, Dean caressing his belly and thigh as he slowly moved in and out of his body, before holding Robin’s leg aloft. Each leisurely thrust was exquisite, and Robin grabbed his knee, pulling it toward his chest, giving Dean a free hand to work Robin’s shaft.
It wasn’t enough. Robin needed.
“Let me ride you.”
Dean pulled free of him in a second and rolled onto his back. Robin sat astride him, shuddering as Dean guided his cock back inside and then the pace changed.
Oh fuck.
It was nothing like his first time. Dean’s hands were on Robin’s hips, raising and lowering him onto that thick shaft. Robin rode him hard, their flesh slapping together each time he bounced on Dean’s cock, his own rigid dick smacking against Dean’s belly. Then Dean slowed almost to a halt as he pulled Robin down into a kiss, stroking his ass and back. Robin moaned into his kiss, his skin tingling, hypersensitive to every touch.
“Ready for more?” Dean whispered against his lips.
Robin’s response was to sit upright, his hands to Dean’s chest as he began to move once more, slowly at first, but quickly building momentum, until he was leaning back, his hands on Dean’s thighs, his breath shuddering out of him as he impaled himself on Dean’s shaft. Dean’s slick fingers worked his dick, and it wasn’t long before Robin shot hard, followed by Dean within a minute.
For the first time, Robin was aware of Dean’s throbbing dick inside him, and a ripple of joy coursed through him. I did that. Robin felt like he could conquer the world right then, and it was nothing to do with his own orgasm, and everything to do with giving Dean pleasure. The realization stilled both his breath and sent his heart soaring.
Is this what love feels like?
Dean’s phone burst into life, announcing the arrival of a text, and Robin wanted to yell Ignore it! He didn’t want anything to intrude on this precious moment. Dean didn’t reach for it, thank God, but instead tugged Robin lower, enfolding him in his arms, his dick still buried inside Robin’s body.
“You are amazing,” Dean said in an awed tone. Before Robin could ask what was so amazing, Dean took his mouth in a tender kiss, his hands gentle on Robin’s back as he stroked him.
Dean’s phone intruded again, only now it was ringing.
Dean sighed. “Some people’s timing leaves a lot to be desired.” He didn’t make a move, however.
It was too late. The bubble had burst.
Robin stretched, reaching for Dean’s phone and handing it to him. It was an odd feeling, straddling him, Dean’s cock still inside him, while Dean answered a phone call.
“Hey. Aren’t I seeing you later?” Then Dean stiffened. “You’re what? I mean … Oh. That’s great… How long?” He stared up at Robin in obvious panic. “You don’t think this is a little short notice? … No, I haven’t started cooking yet, but … Fine. See you then.” He disconnected the call. Dean groaned loudly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but Christ!”
“Are we about to be interrupted?”
Dean kissed him. “Sorry, baby. I’m about to be descended upon by my well-meaning friends, who have taken it upon themselves to turn up earlier than we’d arranged, because they’re bringing dinner.”
Robin stifled a moan as Dean’s dick slid free of him. “How long before they get here?”
“Oh, ten minutes or so.” Dean shook his head.
“Ten min—” Robin grabbed his throw and the bottle of lube. “I’d better get out of here.”
To his surprise, Dean grabbed his arm. “Don’t go. Stay.”
“They’re your friends. They’re coming to see you and spend time with you.”
Dean nodded. “And they’re bringing a mountain of food, by the sound of it. Stay and eat with us. Besides, they need to meet you.” His lips twitched. “It’s not like they don’t know about you.”
“Really?” He couldn’t help but be pleased that he wasn’t a secret. “If you’re sure?”
Dean kissed him. “I’m sure. But we need to get our asses in gear. I do not want them walking in here and having a single clue as to what we’ve been doing.” At that moment, they both sniffed, and Dean grimaced.
“Air freshener,” they said in unison.
It wasn’t until Robin was squirming into his jeans that he realized at least one of the guests was a former teacher of his.
This could get really interesting.
Dean was so fucking proud of Robin.
Once he’d gotten over the shock of who was coming to dinner, Robin held his own. Diane asked questions about his job at the boatyard, and Robin got into a detailed description of what was involved in making a canoe. Kris didn’t say much, but didn’t take his eyes off Robin throughout the meal. When Robin told them about the trip to NYC, both Kate and Suze slowly turned to look at Dean, the pair of them smirking. Diane saved the day by asking what they had planned, and they ended up in a conversation about the museum visit.
“How’s your dad?” Dean asked Kris in a low voice. Robin, Kate, and Suze were talking animatedly about the village fireworks display planned for New Year’s Eve.
“Hmm?” Kris was still staring at Robin.
“Kris. Kris.” When Dean was sure he had Kris’s attention, he grinned. “Put your tongue back in your mouth, wipe the drool off your chin, and tell me about your dad. You haven’t mentioned how your visit went.”
Kris sighed. “It was like Diane said it would be. He’d had some kind of Road to Damascus moment, and he wanted to make peace. He still thinks I’m going to hell, of course…”
“But it went okay?”
Kris nodded. “I’ve been dis-disinherited, if that makes sense. And if I’m honest, that feels… good. I know everyone complains about their parents at some point, but being without them these past years…. That sucked.” He inclined his head toward Robin. “And what about Lover Boy’s parents? Do they know about you?” When Dean didn’t respond, Kris let loose with another sigh. “Hoo boy. I don’t envy you that conversation when they find out.” He peered at Dean. “And in case I haven’t told you? He’s fucking gorgeous, and I hate you.”
Dean chuckled. “You’ll get over it.”
When Robin glanced at the clock, Dean knew they’d run out of time. Robin said goodbye to Dean’s guests, and Dean walked with him into the hallway, after ensuring he closed the living room door after them.
At the front door, Robin smiled. “I like your friends. Though it’s a bit weird having Miss Martindale ask me to call her Suze. And Miss Walker too—sorry, Kate.”
“I think you coped admirably.” Except that was an understatement.
“Good luck tomorrow with the cookies.” Robin’s eyes twinkled. “Think of me when you’re biting into Santa’s belly.”
Dean laughed. “Thank you for remembering to put them out of sight before Suze got here.”
Robin gl
anced toward the living room. “I guess you’d better get back in there.”
“Not until I’ve said goodbye properly.” Dean kissed him, loving how Robin instantly put his arms around him, moving in close. “I’m going to be really busy this week,” he murmured. “You’d think things would wind down for the holidays, but it’s never like that in reality.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Robin’s hands were so gentle on Dean’s face. “Besides, think how glad you’ll be to see me on Friday. Text me to let me know what time you want me here, okay?”
“Sure.” Dean held him close, his lips brushing Robin’s ear as he leaned in to whisper, “I’m going to miss you.”
Robin shivered. “There’s always FaceTime, right?”
Dean had a feeling there would be quite a few calls in the days to come.
Finally, he released Robin. “Until Friday.” He watched Robin ride away on his bike, not closing the door until he was out of sight. Dean went up to the living room door, pausing to take a deep breath before entering.
Into the lions’ den.
No sooner had he stepped into the warm room than the teasing began.
“Oh my. He’s even cuter up close,” Kris said with a leer.
“Do we need to know what you two were up to when I called?” Suze asked with a grin. “Because I detected a definite note of panic.”
“He still looks so young,” Kate commented. “You cradle robber.”
Diane’s eyes sparkled. “What’s the male version of a cougar where gay men are concerned?”
Kris snorted. “Daddy, of course.”
Okay, Dean had heard enough.
He strode over to the table where his friends were still seated, and glared at them. “Yes, he’s cute as fuck. Yes, we were having sex, and your timing sucks, by the way. And the only reason I’m telling you that is because A, Kris has a nose like a bloodhound and can smell cum when it’s twenty feet away, so I’m pretty sure he already knows, even with the air freshener. And B, that’s not going to shock any of you, seeing as this was what all of you were telling me to do in the first place. Yes, Kris, I am looking at you. And okay, Robin looks young, but thankfully he’s more cerebral than most eighteen-year-olds. And I am not his daddy.” Dean’s chest heaved.
