Chapter Eighteen #3
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 glanced 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.
“Ooh. Have we touched a nerve?” Kris teased.
“Yes, you have.” Dean raked his fingers across his scalp.
“Look, I’m glad you got to meet him, and I’m even more glad that you didn’t put him through the mill, because I want all of you to get along.
Because if I get my way, he’s going to be around for a long time to come. ” He took a breath, his chest tight.
Crickets.
Dean hadn’t intended spilling his guts, but they’d caught him on the raw.
Diane glanced around the table at the others before addressing him. “This isn’t just a fling, is it?”
Dean sank onto a chair. “Bless you, it’s so much more than that.”
Her face glowed. “Then I’m happy for you. He’s adorable.” She tilted her head to one side. “Does he feel the same about you?”
Dean wished he knew.
Maybe their weekend away would provide the perfect opportunity to find out.