Chapter 31
Danny
I hadn’t been lying when I’d told Rob that’d been the best blow job ever. Although I didn’t want to think about who had come before me in his life, the real reason had been the emotional connection. I’d cared for most of my previous partners. But I’d never loved them. Never wanted to spend the rest of my life with them. Had never thought of them in until death do we part terms.
With Rob, I had those thoughts all the time. If not pushed by James today, though, I wasn’t certain when I would’ve acted on that attraction. I’d treated Rob like he was made of glass. That the slightest movement might knock him over and he might shatter into a million pieces. In the past twelve hours, since Trouble had gone missing, he’d proved he was anything but fragile. He’d shown strength and resiliency. He’d also made it clear he was ready for intimacy again. Beyond the hot, but also weirdly chaste kisses I’d been living for. I could tell myself he hadn’t been sexually assaulted, but his trust had been abused and devastated—so pushing him if he wasn’t ready would’ve been a recipe for disaster. But not believing him when he said he was would be just as bad.
Apparently he was now really ready. I didn’t know if he’d actually admit what we were doing—whatever that wound up being—to James and Colin. Judging by the light in his eyes, I wouldn’t put it past him. Which told me he was healing. And accepting my insane family as his own.
He nuzzled my neck as I held him to me.
“That was…” I tried to find words.
“Best BJ ever?” He pushed up to meet my gaze and grinned.
That impish grin I was starting to recognize. And to see more and more.
“Well, frankly, yeah.” I almost made a joke about technique, but I didn’t want Rob’s ex in this room. At least no more than absolutely necessary.
“So…” He moved sinuously against me, rubbing his very interested cock against my very flaccid one.
I tried valiantly to stiffen. Alas, the thing was just a little too spent. “You going to fuck me?” I flexed my pelvis.
His gray eyes lit with excitement. “Really?”
I chuckled. “Well, I might just lie here, completely exhausted, but I’m always happy to?—”
He cut me off with a deep kiss. His taste always intoxicated me, even though I couldn’t quite identify what it reminded me of. Just like he always smelled great—even after he’d just come home from work and still smelled like cleanser.
Huh.
Maybe that was why I now got turned on by cleaning supplies.
I was kidding.
Sort of.
Not really the time.
I laughed.
Rob cocked his head.
“I’m just thinking that I…” I closed my eyes. “Like when you come home smelling like cleaning supplies.”
He poked me in the ribs.
My eyes shot open.
He laughed heartily. “And here I was thinking your deodorant was sexy.”
I quirked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, exactly.” He gave me another kiss. “Glad you don’t mind the smell because that’ll be my scent for a long time to come.”
Before I could dissect that thought—beyond the obvious that he planned to keep working at his job, which I’d already known—he gave me another soul-searing kiss. When he pulled back, he reached for the lube. He held it between the two of us, clearly asking my preference.
I spread my thighs. “Do you want to?” Any chance to have his hands all over me was a bonus, as far as I was concerned. He’d probably never prepped someone else, if his ex always topped. Some guys got squeamish—which was a legit response—and I never judged. Still, as Rob nodded, he coated his fingers and positioned himself between my legs, and I couldn’t help but grin. This is going to be fun.
As he moved my junk out of his way, my cock twitched. Maybe? Alas, the damn thing was truly requiring the entire refractory period. Which was just more proof of how good an orgasm Rob had wrung from me.
He ran his finger around my rim and then, slowly, pushed one finger inside.
“Oh, yeah, like that.”
He grinned. “Ready for more?”
“With you? Always, babe.” I’d worried he might not like the endearment, or that it might be too close to something his douchebag ex used to call him, but his megawatt smile when I used it assured me that I hadn’t misjudged.
After a moment, he worked a second finger in.
I sighed. I fucking loved this. And as he worked his way deeper, scissoring and opening me, my arousal only increased. I found the way his brow furrowed in concentration absolutely adorable. I suppressed the desire to smooth it, and instead of focused on the intimacy of his fingers in— “Holy hell.”
He grinned as he continued to massage my prostate. “See? I know what I’m doing.” For a moment, his face fell and a bleak look came into his eyes.
Concern rising, I smiled. “My cock agrees. He’s very interested.”
Rob glanced down and yes, my trusty appendage was perking right back to life. A grin replaced his frown. “I’m going to make you come again.”
“If anyone can, it’ll be you.” I touched his thigh with my toe. “Please fuck me.”
He blinked those stunning eyes at me, offering a smile. “Yeah, I can do that. I can definitely do that.” He withdrew his hand.
I missed the contact.
He fumbled with the condom wrapper.
Ah, lubed fingers. I held his hand steady as I removed it from him. I opened the packet and removed the rubber. I pointed to his cock.
He nodded.
Carefully, I rolled it on. Then I applied lube.
He sighed as I massaged his shaft. “Jesus, keep that up, Danny, and I’m going to come.”
I made a big show of stopping.
His laughter rang through the room. “Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
He positioned himself between my thighs and slowly—oh so slowly—started to push in.
The pain burned and elongated as he struggled to press his head in. Oh. “Just push in, Rob. You’re not going to hurt me.”
“But…” He bit his lip in concentration.
“Trust me, I can handle it.” Had certainly done so many, many times before.
Still, he held back.
I flexed my hips and tried to pull him in farther.
His gaze shot to mine. In the recesses of my mind, I acknowledged he’d not only never fucked someone before—which I’d known—but that he’d likely never made love face-to-face. I couldn’t give voice to my suspicion, but I felt it deep down in my bones. This was truly a first for him.
Slowly, though, he sank deeper into me. He’d pull back a fraction of an inch, then slowly sank farther.
“That’s good, Rob. So fucking good.”
He met my gaze and…something passed between us. And understanding? A feeling? Something truly elemental. He was inside me. Despite my cavalier attitude sometimes, I always took this part seriously. Partly because I could be hurt physically…but mostly because this time, I saw this joining as sacred.
But this wasn’t transitional with Rob.
This was forever.
“Danny?” He said the word through clearly gritted teeth.
“Yeah?” I swiped the sweat from his brow.
“I…” He grunted.
“Oh.” I tried not to laugh, but found it a challenge.
He actually growled.
“Just thrust, Rob. It’s okay if you come and?—”
He was already moving inside me. Pulling out and pushing back. Frantically picking up the pace as he chased what was apparently an imminent orgasm.
To help myself along, I snagged my very interested cock and set a rhythm of jerks to go along with his thrusts. Normally I might’ve considered snagging some lube, but he was so close—and I wanted to be there with him—that I disregarded the dryness and sank into the climax that was mere moments away.
I didn’t have long to wait. Four more thrusts and he stuttered to a stop and held himself still. His eyes drifted shut and his face contorted—as if he couldn’t decide whether he was enduring intense pain or intense pleasure.
And just like that, upon witnessing something so…intimate…my own balls drew up, and I came. Hard. Cum covered my hand as I milked myself through my climax.
Rob’s eyes popped open, and he stared at me. “I can...” He stopped, eyes wide.
I tried to breathe. “Yeah…” I cleared my throat, even as he lowered his full weight to me. “You can…?”
“Feel you. Around me. And…” He swallowed and blinked. His eyes shone.
I pushed up to press our lips together. I remembered the first time I’d topped. Wally Frum. Junior year. Cute kid. Lots of acne. No interest in coming out of the closet. The relationship hadn’t lasted. But I’d always feel a connection to him—he’d been my first.
Rob eased out of me. “That was…”
“Yeah.” I smiled, brushing his damp hair from his face.
He snuggled closer, so I angled him to my side. He tucked in, under my arm, resting his head on my shoulder, leg over my thigh, and his hand resting on my chest.
“I like your chest hair.”
Again, I chuckled. “Well, I don’t have as much as Bryan. Leticia’s always asking him to wax. He asks if he should work or wax? Given they have five children, that answer seems pretty obvious.”
Rob’s hand stilled. “Waxing takes that long?” He sounded incredulous.
“Of course not.” I feathered his hair. I loved playing with the soft strands. “He’s just making the point that he chooses not to spend his spare time doing something he doesn’t want to. Anyway, you’ll see him shirtless one day and you’ll laugh. He’s, well, caveman comes to mind.”
He stilled his hand.
“What? What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“My family were more on the hairy side. I’m not, obviously.”
I didn’t respond because he didn’t seem to need one.
“So my father said I was gay because my hair was so sparse and that if I took testosterone pills, then I would grow chest hair and then I wouldn’t be gay.”
“Jesus. He said that?” I didn’t try to hide my disgust.
“Yeah. And then…” He swallowed. “Then I met Gerard who would’ve had lots of hair if he hadn’t waxed and…” He cuddled closer. “I don’t know what to think.”
“Well, you can think that the amount of chest hair a man has involves zero correlation with his sexual orientation.” Part of me couldn’t believe I had to say this…and the rest understood completely. “I’m sorry for what came before, Rob. And I’m glad you’re talking to someone about it.”
“I want that someone to be you.” He flexed his fingers against my chest.
“I’ll listen, Rob, anytime. But I’m not a professional therapist. Someday, sure.” Hopefully. I had years of schooling left. “But you need support I can’t give you. You can tell me anything…but I might not always say the right thing in response.”
“You’re perfect.” Rob said the words with a pout in his voice.
I chuckled. “Oh my God, you’re going to see how not perfect I am. But I can hold you and help you fight your monsters. Your demons. I can’t do it for you, though, and you know it.”
“Yeah.” He drew the word out. “I guess I do.” He sniffed. “Can we…?”
“Shower?” Amusement laced my tone. “Because I’m sure we stink and?—”
“No.” He pushed up and met my gaze. “You never stink. You get this manly scent and?—”
I poked his ribs.
He dissolved in a fit of giggles. Childish giggles. Happy giggles.
They warmed my heart.
Finally, as he wiped his eyes, he managed to say, “I miss the kids, Danny. We can be quiet when we come home—so we don’t wake Colin and James.”
“They might wake up when we kick them out of bed.”
“We can sleep on the couch.”
Inwardly, I winced. That would be a tight fit. Outwardly, I smiled. “Absolutely, Rob. Whatever you want.”
“What I want is a blow job first.” He removed the condom and tied it off. Then he rose and sashayed to the bathroom, ensuring he jiggled his ass in just that way.
I was hot on his heels.