Chapter Seven #2
Slowly, teasingly, with liberal touching of hands, mouth, and tongue, Robbie eased Finn’s briefs down.
By the time he slipped them off Finn’s left foot, Finn was once again fully incoherent and teetering on the edge of orgasm, desperate and wanting.
Robbie’s teasing dirty chuckles set his nerve endings ablaze and tied his tongue.
Finn could only beg with his body. Which he did—arching his back, spreading his legs, fisting the pillow behind his head, not willing to move his hands and give Robbie any reason to call him bad.
He was good, so good. He’d be the very best for Robbie, be his good girl.
When Robbie finally at last oh Jesus put his mouth directly on Finn’s cock, he sobbed and screwed his eyes tight. He couldn’t look at Robbie between his legs or his lips wrapped around him without—
“I—I—can’t—can’t—Robbie!”
“Can’t what, sweetheart?” Robbie asked without lifting his head, so his hot breath ghosted over Finn’s wet, throbbing cock. Finn whined and tried to snap his knees together, tensing in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. “Oh, can’t hold off? Are you going to come again, baby?”
Finn nodded frantically, his eyes shut. If he saw Robbie’s teasing hot commanding gaze, he’d be done for.
“But you know that’s not allowed, not without my permission, don’t you.”
Finn’s thigh muscles jumped, his body trembled. Even his leg hair quivered in his desperate bid to be good.
“Good girl.”
Finn whined.
Robbie placed a soft tender kiss to the head of Finn’s cock. Finn whited out for a moment.
“Obedient girls deserve a reward, don’t they? So I’m going to put my mouth back on your pretty dick, and you can come when you want.”
Finn wanted die of shame and combust with lust and—
Robbie swallowed him until he bumped the back of Robbie’s throat.
Finn went cross-eyed. Then Robbie nudged two fingers behind his balls and pressed, and Finn hurtled over the edge into orgasm, so hot on the heels of the first that it was almost painful.
Finn might have screamed or sobbed or maybe he sang a fucking aria.
Who knew? He was too insensate to hear himself.
Finn had thought himself a wet noodle before.
He could barely move this time, melted into the sheets, damp and trembling, and yet somehow glowing with the rush.
Maybe it was the thrill of the situation or maybe it was the extreme sexual compatibility or maybe it was just Robbie and his still-rock-hard erection, but this orgasm hadn’t done any more to abate the hunger under Finn’s skin for Robbie, Robbie, Robbie.
Finn wanted to feel him, kiss him, touch him, love him, hold Robbie close and be held and to open up his body for Robbie’s use and feel Robbie hot and hard inside him until he’d satisfied his own hunger.
It was possible two orgasms in like twenty minutes made Finn loopy and poetic. Good to know.
“Jesus, Finn.” Robbie sounded as wrecked as Finn felt. When Finn could focus his eyes again, Robbie was peeling his shirt over his head, heedless of the buttons on the chest and cuffs. One of them might have popped off and bounced against the wall. “A fucking dream, baby, just like I said.”
Finn sure felt like he might be dreaming.
He licked his lips as Robbie undid his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down.
His cock sprang free and slapped against his belly, long and thick and uncut and wet at the tip.
Finn’s mouth watered and his stomach clenched as Robbie smeared his hand through his pre and wrapped his fingers around himself.
“Robbie,” he said plaintively. He wanted to be the one to make Robbie feel good.
It should be his hand around Robbie’s dick, or his mouth, or his ass.
Finn’s nervous system was still rebooting, though, and the desire to touch didn’t translate into movement.
“Next time you can have it however you want it,” Robbie promised. He lay down next to Finn and nudged him onto his side so Robbie was spooned up behind him. “Right now I just need you to keep your thighs nice and tight for me like a good girl. Can you do that?”
Apparently Finn’s nervous system was willing to take direction from Robbie, if not Finn. He turned onto his side at Robbie’s urging and pressed his legs together, shivering when Robbie smeared his inner thighs with lube.
“You’re so tight for me, huh?”
Finn made a strangled noise as Robbie nudged the head of his cock between his thighs.
He looked down automatically. His own cock was soft now and smeared in spit and come, even though Finn was still so turned-on he thought he might die.
Below that, he could just see the tip of Robbie’s dick at the peak of his thrust between Finn’s legs, the foreskin pulling back with the friction.
Without thinking, Finn reached down. The next time Robbie fucked forward, he rubbed his fingers over the exposed head.
“Fuck,” Robbie groaned against the back of Finn’s neck. “Baby, that’s so good. You feel so good for me. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Yeah,” Finn said. “I want to.”
“Can I come on you like this, baby? Make a mess between your thighs?”
Finn threw his head back, still working his fingers on every stroke. “Please, Robbie. I want it so bad.”
It took only a handful more strokes. Finn felt like his brain was on fire when Robbie groaned and pressed his forehead to the back of Finn’s neck and the space between his thighs flooded with come.
Holy shit.
Holy fuck.
Finn came back to himself breathing like he’d just run a marathon, dumb with pleasure and buzzing with adrenaline. Robbie’s hand was still on his hip. They were going to have to get up shortly or risk being glued together in some very delicate places, but first….
Robbie made a rumbling noise behind him and rolled Finn toward him for a kiss. He was breathing hard too, which was gratifying, and he cupped Finn’s jaw as he kissed him.
That was good, because Finn didn’t know if he could hold his head up.
Finally Robbie released him and rolled onto his back, the motion pulling his come-covered dick out from between Finn’s filthy thighs.
Finn would’ve winced at the feeling, but honestly that was too much work.
Jesus Christ. What did you even say after that?
“Did I die?” Robbie wondered out loud. He sounded like someone had smacked him over the head with a blunt object. “I feel like I might have died. And this is heaven, obviously.”
Finn nodded into the pillow. “There’s a surprising amount of jizz in heaven.”
Snorting, Robbie turned his head for another kiss. This one landed on the tip of Finn’s nose. “Okay, we should check out heaven’s water pressure. Otherwise we might find out this is really hell and we’re having our bits waxed.”
It turned out heaven had not only great water pressure, unlimited hot water, and fancy soaps, it also had thick fluffy bathrobes. Robbie wrapped Finn up in one, donned his own, then gave Finn a mischievous look and pulled the robe open to flash him.
What a goofball. Finn scrubbed a sleeve over his face to hide his smile.
Then Robbie swept him up around the waist and dropped onto the sofa with Finn in his lap. Probably best to avoid the bed.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Finn said back, squirming a little to get more comfortable. Robbie had bony knees. Somehow he felt more naked now than he had when Robbie was taking him apart.
“So that was, uh.” Robbie paused to rub the back of his neck. “I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”
A hysterical giggle bubbled up to Finn’s lips. “Oh, you think?”
Robbie bonked his forehead against Finn’s shoulder. “I should apologize.”
Dear God, why? “For trying to kill me with orgasms?” Finn turned his head so they were face-to-face. Well. Lips-to-forehead, anyway. Sitting on Robbie’s lap gave him a height advantage.
Robbie puffed a sigh against Finn’s shoulder, then looked up. “I didn’t mean to call you babygirl without asking?”
Welp. Finn could feel the flush crawling up his ears. “Um. I liked it.”
Robbie pinched his waist through the robe. “I noticed.”
Finn slouched a little, the better to be cuddled. “Mm. Chalk it up to a happy accident, then.”
Taking the hint, Robbie shifted them into a loungier position, with Finn’s ass in the corner of the sofa, his torso leaning against Robbie’s body, his legs thrown over Robbie’s lap. “Was it?”
“Fishing for compliments?” Finn teased lightly, toying with a stray lock of Robbie’s hair.
But—well. If Robbie was worried about it, Finn might as well confess.
He ducked his head. “I, um. I always kind of wanted to….” How did you even finish that sentence?
Always wanted to be intentionally misgendered in bed?
Finn wasn’t a girl. But being called one by someone who knew he wasn’t, in the right circumstances, apparently fried his brain. “Never knew how to ask.”
Robbie ran his hand up Finn’s thigh in a tease. “You been thinking about it, cutie? Wanting your… top to whisper dirty things?”
Finn squirmed. “Something like that. The—the being good isn’t a new thing.” He bit his lip but looked Robbie straight in the eye. “I’ve never been picky about gender in my partners. Only their bossiness,” he added coyly.
Both of Robbie’s hands squeezed and he groaned softly. “You just keep getting more and more perfect.” A slow teasing smile curved his lips. “So, bi? Pan? Pan and a bottom. What dirty pegging fantasies you must have.”
Okay, that accusation was just rude. It was one hundred percent accurate and awfully mean to bring up when neither of them was ready for another round. “Robbie,” he whined.
Robbie chuckled and leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss.
“So,” Robbie said several long moments later after releasing his mouth, but not before one last little nibble to Finn’s bottom lip.
“So?”
“Since all this could get you fired, we should probably lay out the ground rules.”
“Right. Uh. Well, no one can know—so as normal on set, around others. Uh, not at my place—Holly lives there, owns it actually, and we can’t give her reason to butt in.” He winced.
“Yeah. We should probably avoid mine too—teenagers and summer vacation.” Robbie pulled a face.
Finn nodded and tried not to think about having to hide from Robbie’s kid.
“Such a shame we’ll just have to keep meeting in hotel rooms,” Robbie purred, though he didn’t try to start anything.
Finn gulped. “Gonna keep booking rooms midday to fuck your mistress?” he tried to joke, not thinking about all that implied until Robbie’s grip tightened and his eyes went dark.
“Yeah? You like that? Wanna be my mistress, Finn?”
Finn whimpered and squirmed. “Okay, playing at dirty secret is definitely a turn-on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup.” Despite the two orgasms not even an hour ago, his cock was rising.
“Fuck. Okay, we should talk about—”
Before he could finish, Robbie’s phone chimed, and he swore. “Shit, that’s Sawyer’s ringtone.”
Finn lifted his legs without protest, and Robbie lunged across the room.
“Hel—Sawyer? Sawyer, what? Is that—is that a fire alarm?” His voice rose in pitch, and Finn shot to his feet.
“What? Sawyer, are you okay? I don’t give a fuck about the house right now, are you hurt?
” A pause, and Finn started gathering up Robbie’s clothes for him, handing them over one piece at a time so Robbie could redress with his phone pinched between shoulder and ear.
“Okay, okay, so no fire. But— Firetruck? The alarm calls if it’s on too long.
Sawyer, go open the door before they break it down.
They’re not going to be mad they got called out for an extra-crispy pizza. ”
Robbie dropped his phone on the bed and quickly skimmed into his shirt and pulled on his socks and Chelsea boots. He scooped his phone back up just as Sawyer’s tinny voice floated up from the speakers. “Robbie, they’re in the kitchen.”
“Okay, Sawyer, good, I’m on my way home. Give me one sec.” He brought the phone away from his face and muted the call. “I’m so sorry—”
“Robbie, shut up and go to your kid.” As if Finn would begrudge Robbie making a hasty exit. Sawyer might be okay, but he was clearly freaked out, and Robbie didn’t look much better. “Call me later?”
“Yes.” He smacked a kiss against Finn’s lips and dashed out of the room, phone once again unmuted. “Sawyer? Yeah, I’m coming.”