Chapter Nineteen
“So, what do you think?” Dean dropped his bag by the sofa and removed his boots.
“Bathroom first.” Robin disappeared.
Dean chuckled. “When you gotta go…” He had to admit, it was a great hotel room, with a huge bed at one end, and a sofa and ottoman at the other.
On a shelf above the refrigerator stood the coffee machine and a bowl of fruit.
Those windows had to be triple-glazed, because the noise from the streets below was minimal.
“Pretty cool,” he murmured as he took off his coat and draped it over the back of the couch.
The toilet flushed, water ran, and then Robin was back. “Did you say something?” He walked over to where Dean stood next to the couch.
“I said it was a pretty cool room.”
“Very cool.” Robin opened his bag. “You know what? I think we talked the entire trip.”
Dean chuckled. He’d learned more about Robin in seven hours than in the whole time they’d known each other. “You hungry?”
Robin straightened. “Starving. But food can wait.”
When he dropped a packet of condoms and a bottle of lube onto the ottoman, Dean got it. Robin was hungry for something else. “Been shopping?” Not that he hadn’t brought his own supplies. Great minds and all that.
“Uh-uh. I found these shoved in my bag this morning, with a note. ‘Have fun. This is way better than hand lotion.’”
Dean grinned. “Ryan.” Then he frowned. “Hand lotion?”
“Another time.” Robin shucked off his coat and slung it on top of Dean’s.
He toed off his boots and shifted closer, his eyes focused on Dean.
“I’m in a hotel room with a guy for the first time.
I think talking is pretty low on the agenda.
” His hands were warm on Dean’s nape. Robin was trembling.
“Now why don’t you do what I’ve been dreaming about all week, and fuck me? ”
Dean caught his breath. “No small talk, huh?” That was fine by him. Robin wasn’t the only one who was starving. And this new, bolder Robin was definitely pushing Dean’s buttons.
He grabbed Robin and kissed him, not bothering to rein it in.
They were past that. Tongues came into play, and Robin’s responses ramped up Dean’s need.
He walked Robin backward toward the wall, then shoved him against it.
Robin’s eyes widened, and then his hands were everywhere, on Dean’s head, his neck, his back, moving constantly as the kiss deepened.
Their breathing sounded harsh and loud in the quiet room.
“Fuck, I want you,” Dean murmured between kisses.
Robin’s eager fingers sought flesh beneath Dean’s sweater.
“Then fucking take me.” It became a battle for who could get the other’s clothing off the fastest, both of them laughing as bare chests were revealed and clothing went sailing through the air.
Dean loved the hitch in Robin’s breathing as he popped the button free on Robin’s jeans, then lowered the zipper.
But the gasp that fell from Robin’s lips as Dean slid his hand down the back of his jeans was sheer music.
Dean insinuated a finger between Robin’s ass cheeks, and rubbed over his hole. “Tell me what you want.”
Robin swallowed. “You in my ass.”
“How? How do you want it?” Two could play at being demanding, and Dean yearned to see how vociferous Robin was prepared to be.
“Hard. Want to feel it.” Robin grabbed Dean’s head, barely an inch separating their lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Don’t want you to hold back.”
Dean grinned. “Oh, I think we’re past that now.
” Another slow rub over that tight little pucker, and Robin was squirming.
Dean pushed Robin’s jeans over his hips, freeing his already rigid dick.
Dean stroked it, bouncing it on his palm, feeling its impact.
He worked its length, loving Robin’s moans, the way he pushed his cock through Dean’s hand.
Dean couldn’t wait any longer.
He dropped to his knees and swallowed Robin’s dick to the root, his nose buried in Robin’s scant pubes. Robin groaned. “Fuck.” He put his hands flat to the wall behind him and thrust deep, hips rocking.
Dean pulled free. “Love your cock.”
Robin gazed down at him, shuddering. “Love what you do with it,” he whispered.
Dean resumed sucking, reaching up to stroke Robin’s smooth body. One brush of his fingertips over Robin’s nipple, and Robin shivered. He grabbed his dick around the base. “Here. I’ll hold it for you, while you get your cock ready for me.”
Dean sat back on his haunches and unfastened his jeans. He reached into his briefs and freed his solid dick. “Way ahead of you.” Robin demanding to be fucked had been all the incentive his shaft had needed to get in on the act.
Robin licked his lips. “Want that.” He hurriedly removed his jeans, glancing down at Dean’s. “Get them off.”
“Do you know how sexy you are when you’re bossy in the bedroom?” Dean stood and took off his jeans and socks. “So where do you want this? Bed?”
Robin pointed. “Couch.” He grabbed Dean’s hand and tugged him over to it, pushing him down onto the cream fabric, then kneeling between Dean’s spread thighs.
Dean pulled Robin into his arms and kissed him, his fingers buried in Robin’s soft hair. Then he grabbed hold of it and gave Robin a not-so-gentle shove toward his crotch.
Robin took the hint. He licked and sucked Dean’s shaft, until it glistened with his spit. Dean moaned, thrusting as far as he dared, holding onto Robin’s hair to keep him still while Dean fucked that gorgeous mouth. Robin locked gazes with him, and Dean’s heart almost stopped.
“Wait.”
Robin pulled free. “What is it?”
Dean sat up, cradling Robin’s face in his hands. He looked into those beautiful warm brown eyes, studying the face he’d come to love. Robin’s breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as he met Dean’s gaze head on.
“Dean?” Robin gulped. “Need you.”
Fuck, Dean needed him too. He nodded toward the condoms. “Then get me ready.”
Robin’s fingers trembled as he unrolled the latex down Dean’s solid shaft. Dean squeezed lube onto it, then pointed to the ottoman. “Hands and knees.”
Robin’s pupils dilated. “Oh fuck.”
Dean nodded slowly. “Hands and knees,” he repeated. When Robin did as instructed, Dean admired the view. That smooth, round ass and tight little hole were crying out to be fucked. Then he got a whiff of… lemon?
The visit to the bathroom made more sense.
Robin twisted around to stare at him. “Dean. Come on.” He swallowed. “I need you.”
Dean wasn’t about to leave Robin hanging.
He slid a slick finger into Robin’s ass, moaning at the sensation.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside.” Robin pushed back, and Dean got the message.
He added another finger, making sure to stretch Robin’s hole.
Robin squirmed, apparently unable to keep still, and Dean had to be in there.
He stood behind Robin, his hands on Robin’s hips, aimed his dick at Robin’s hole, and pushed.
They used every inch of the ottoman and the couch, Dean fucking him doggy style, then with Robin sitting on his cock, facing the bed as Dean thrust up into him and Robin bounced on his dick.
A change of direction and pace as Robin rode him, their gazes locked, Robin’s arms resting on his shoulders while they kissed, slow and sensual, Dean’s hands on his lower back and ass, stroking him.
And through it all, Robin kept up a litany of sighs and murmurs, leaving Dean in no doubt as to how he wanted to be fucked.
His demands of “harder” sent heat barreling through Dean, until his need was white-hot.
He pulled Robin down onto his shaft and held him there while they kissed. Dean took Robin’s face between his hands. “Hold onto me, okay?” Then he slid his hands under Robin’s ass.
Robin locked his arms around Dean’s neck and held on as Dean carefully got to his feet, his dick sliding free as Dean carried him to the bed, Robin clinging to him like a monkey. He lowered Robin onto the bed, then pushed his legs toward his chest.
“Yes,” Robin said, his breath leaving him in short bursts.
Dean aimed and pushed, and once again his dick was all the way inside Robin’s ass. He lifted Robin’s legs and placed them on his shoulders, leaning over him, his arms hooked under Robin’s knees. Their foreheads met, and Robin groaned.
“Oh my God, you’re so deep,” Robin moaned against his lips.
“Yeah, right there.” Dean moved unhurriedly at first, rolling his hips, stirring his cock inside Robin.
Robin’s eyes widened. “Fuck, yeah. That feels so good.” Dean nodded, picking up the pace a little, and Robin gasped. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“No intention of stopping,” Dean ground out as he rocked into Robin’s body, reaching between them to work Robin’s dick. “Want to feel it when you come. Want to feel you tighten around my cock.”
Robin cried out as Dean slammed into him, flesh slapping against flesh, Dean’s hand slick on Robin’s shaft. “Kiss me?”
Dean claimed his mouth, tongues colliding as he drove into him, the feel of Robin’s body so fucking tight around his dick that it sent shudders through him. And when warmth creamed Dean’s fingers, joy surged through him. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
And I love you. The words were right there, but Dean wasn’t about to say them, not when they could be missed in the heat of passion. Dean wanted to say them when the moment was right. But he was going to say them.
The thought sent him over the edge, and Dean shot hard, shivering from the force of his orgasm.
Robin wrapped his arms around Dean and held him, both of them a little breathless, no words needed.
They exchanged soft kisses, and Dean pushed the hair back from Robin’s damp forehead, looking into his eyes.
Robin shuddered out a breath. “Wow. That was… different.”
“That was all you.” Dean stroked his cheek. And fuck, it had been a powerful experience. Then Robin’s stomach gurgled, and Dean laughed. “Okay, that’s one hunger dealt with. How about we deal with the other?”