Chapter Thirteen
The moment he closed the front door behind them, Dean knew he couldn’t wait another minute.
The damn tree wasn’t going anywhere, right?
He pulled Robin into his arms and kissed him.
Robin’s soft moan of pleasure did wonders for his ego, and Dean cupped his nape to lock their lips.
Robin’s arms were around his waist, his hands resting lightly against Dean’s lower back, almost as though he didn’t know what to do with them.
He’s nervous. That was understandable.
“Touch if you want to,” Dean murmured. “I don’t mind.”
Robin’s eyes widened. “Okay.” He stroked Dean’s back with gentle, hesitant hands.
Dean chuckled. “Go ahead. I know you want to touch my ass.”
“How did you—”
Dean kissed his neck, loving the shivers that rippled through Robin’s slender body.
“That’s not me being arrogant, by the way.
I’ve got a good memory, that’s all. I remember being your age.
And if it makes you feel better, I want your hands there.
” Robin slid his hands lower, cupping his ass, and Dean nodded.
“Give it a good squeeze. Let me feel it.”
Robin grabbed him and squeezed hard. “It’s so… firm.”
Dean laughed. “Then all those squats paid off.” Then he caught his breath as Robin’s fingers slid beneath the waistband. “Ah, feeling a little intrepid, I see. Well, what comes first—lunch, or a little exploration?” He wondered in amusement which appetite would win.
Robin’s pupils dilated, his breathing quickened, and Dean had his answer.
“Boots off,” he instructed, toeing off his own. Robin complied in a flash. Dean grabbed Robin’s hand and led him to the stairs. “Let’s take this to my bedroom.”
Robin swallowed. “Okay.”
That was enough to bring him to a halt at the foot of the stairs. Dean drew Robin to him, holding his chin in his hand to tilt Robin’s face toward his. “Anytime you want to stop, just say, okay? We’ll only go as far as you want.”
“And if I want to go all the way?” Robin rolled his eyes. “God, way to go to sound like a horny teenager.”
Dean’s cock hardened at his words. “Let me show you what that does to me.” He brought Robin’s hand to his crotch, and pressed it against his erection. “That’s all you.” Robin’s breathing stuttered, and Dean nodded. “That’s what happens when I think of being inside you.”
“Fuck.” Robin cupped Dean’s shaft, lowering his gaze to look.
Dean barely caught the expletive. He was too busy picturing Robin naked in his bed, legs spread, inviting Dean to—
He shuddered. “Yes, fuck. You want that?”
Robin’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, please.”
Dean laughed. “Well, seeing as you’re being so polite…” He went up the stairs, still holding Robin’s hand, until they were outside his bedroom door. Dean pushed it open. “Give me a second to close the blinds. I don’t want my neighbors scoring us on our performance. Come in when I say.”
Then he went into the room, his heart hammering. Robin, in my bed.
Dean was going to do his damnedest to make it good for him.
He was also going to try his hardest not to come within ten seconds of being inside that delectable body.
Robin had only glimpsed Dean’s headboard when they’d Face-Timed.
The full view was much more impressive. The bed had a carved post at each corner done in a dark, glossy wood, and one wall of the room was nothing but mirrored doors, behind which he assumed were Dean’s clothes.
The bed was higher than Robin’s, with thick pillows and a solid blue comforter.
Then he forgot all about the room when Dean tugged him close, bending over to take Robin’s lips in a kiss that was nowhere as tender as their first. Within seconds Robin was breathless, wanting more. He grasped his sweater to remove it, but Dean stopped him.
“That’s my job,” he said with a smile. “And I’m in no hurry.” He locked gazes with Robin. “Are you?”
Robin took a couple of calming breaths. “No, I’m not.” Not exactly the truth, but he was willing to follow Dean’s lead.
Dean’s eyes sparkled. “Good.” Then he speared Robin with an intense gaze. “Important stuff first. I haven’t got anything I could pass onto you, okay? I get tested every three months, rain or shine, and there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with me.”
“Okay.” The seriousness of Dean’s focus brought home how vital the moment was. “Nothing to report here either. Not that I’ve gotten a test yet.”
Dean nodded. “Then now’s a good time to get into a regime. You get tested. You share the results with every partner, you got that?”
“I got it.” Robin’s mouth dried.
Dean’s face softened. “I’m not trying to kill the mood, honest. But you need to know this, okay?” Robin nodded, and Dean kissed him. He slid his hands under Robin’s sweater, and smiled. “No T-shirt this time.”
“Yeah. I was—”
“You were thinking ‘less clothes to take off’, weren’t you?”
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.”