Stealing My Heart

by Stephani Hecht, Jambrea Jo Jones, A. J. Llewellyn, Carol Lynne, D. J. Manly, Jaime Samms, Serena Yates

  “Shh, it’s okay.” He moved slowly, he didn’t want to startle Robert. Michael reached for him. He flinched, but let Michael touch his leg. “Come here.”

  He appeared unsure, but Robert scooted forward to the edge of the counter. Michael wrapped his arms around Robert to and soothed him. He took a moment to caress Robert’s back, murmuring nonsense words. It took a few minutes, but Robert finally stopped shaking and relaxed in Michael’s arms.

  “What happened, Robert? Didn’t you like the kiss?”

  “I did.” He seemed surprised at his answer and flittered his fingers over his lips.

  “Then why did you move away?”

  “You sounded upset. You’re bigger than Mom. I didn’t want you to hit me.”

  A few things clicked in Michael’s mind. He kissed Robert on the forehead and helped him off the counter.

  “Why don’t you go into the living room. I’ll be out in a minute with sandwiches.”

  “You’re not angry with me?”

  “Not for this Robert. Never for this. Now, go on. I’ll be there in a second.”

  Robert nodded and left. What the fuck was he going to do with his little thief?

  Talk, I’m going to talk to him and nothing else. Sure you are, keep telling yourself that and maybe you’ll believe it.

  He made quick work of the sandwiches and headed for the living room. When he got there, Robert sat curled on the couch.

  “I hope turkey is okay. I should have asked if you wanted anything else on it. Sorry.”

  “I’m not picky,” he said quietly.

  He sat down beside Robert and put their plates on the coffee table. He turned towards the couch.

  “I’m not going to call the police, if that’s what you’re worried about. But I need you to promise you won’t go after that author.”

  “But Mom—”

  “No, we’ll figure out your mom situation too, but I can’t have you going off and breaking into someone else’s home. You’re going to get hurt or worse.”

  “Why do you care? I tried to steal from you, knocked you out, tied you up. I don’t understand.”

  “We keep coming back to this. I don’t understand either. Something about you makes me trust you despite that. I think you’ve led a pretty rough, if sheltered, life. You need to know, I’m not a violent man. I’d never hit another person unless they swung first. I don’t go searching for fights and I sure as hell don’t punch someone just for kicks.”

  Michael moved closer to Robert and waited for his response.

  “She isn’t going to be happy.”

  Robert bit his lip and twisted his hands together in a worried gesture so Michael had no choice but to pull him closer and hug Robert to his body. He breathed in the scent of the outdoors and underlying smell that was pure Robert. He could get lost in the man.

  Michael should control himself, but when Robert whimpered against him all thoughts of stopping flew out of his brain. He nuzzled into Robert’s neck and stroked down until his hands cupped Robert’s ass and pulled him onto his lap, Robert straddled one of his legs. He kissed his way to Robert’s mouth and devoured it, licking and nipping, demanding entrance. He rubbed their jean-clad cocks together, trying for just the right angle for the friction they both needed. Robert began to rock his body against Michael’s leg, the sounds he made going straight to Michael’s cock.

  Robert pulled away from the kiss enough to start chanting.

  “Oh God, oh God. Michael, I’m…oh God.”

  He shuddered in Michael’s arms and he felt warmth against his legs where Robert’s cum seeped through his pants.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, oh no, I’m sorry.”

  Robert’s words made Michael feel like shit. He’d just taken advantage of Robert.

  “Shh, don’t apologise. It’s okay, I’m the one who’s sorry, and I shouldn’t have kissed you. I knew it could get out of control.”

  Neither man said anything. For a while, they held on to each other. If Michael wasn’t so in tune to Robert he wouldn’t have heard the whispered words.

  “I liked it. I—I want more.”

  Michael sucked in air. That he hadn’t expected to hear.

  “Shit.” The expletive slipped out.

  “What, did I say something wrong?” Fear crept back into Robert’s voice.

  “No, but hearing you say those words makes me want to lose control. I want to bury my cock in your ass and show you how good it feels. But we can’t.”

  “You just said you wanted me. Why can’t we?”

  Michael placed his forehead against Robert’s, closed his eyes and got himself under control. Robert may have broken in, but he was an innocent and if Michael was right, abused. He needed to handle the situation with kid gloves if he hoped to have a future with Robert.

  Where the hell did that come from?

  What kind of future could the two of them have?

  Don’t you want to find out?

  “We need to figure out what we’re going to do. First things first, let’s go get you cleaned up. I have a robe you might be able to wear.”

  Robert looked disappointed, but he climbed off Michael’s leg.

  Leading the way, he took Robert to the bathroom.

  Keep your hands to yourself. Clean up, that’s it. Then talk.

  Plan firm in his mind, he left Robert to get clothes for the two of them.

  * * * *

  Robert watched Michael walk out of the room. What had just happened? Confusion settled over him. For the first time, he didn’t care what his mom might think. Michael made him feel good. Of course, now that his cum had dried in his pants he was uncomfortable, but even that couldn’t faze him. He closed his eyes and remembered the heated glances Michael shot his way; he wanted to see more of it. What would it be like to have Michael care for him, to have him love him just for being him?

  Michael didn’t yell or hit, even when he had every right to. So different from his mom. He couldn’t remember a time where she hadn’t taken her anger out on him.

  He shook himself out of his thoughts. Robert’s hands went to his pants. He unfastened them and let them fall to the floor along with his boxer briefs. Stepping out of them, he shed his shirt. He heard a gasp and turned around. Michael had come back with clothes. Should he have gotten into the shower already? Did he do something wrong?

  “I had an idea, but I wasn’t sure.” Michael spoke on a whisper.

  “Wasn’t sure of what?” Bewilderment coloured his voice.

  “That you were beaten. Your mom?”

  Michael stepped forward, threw the clothes on the counter and turned him around to trace the lines on his back.

  “It’s nothing I didn’t deserve. She’s a single mom and I was a devil of a child.”

  “I don’t care what kind of child you were, no one deserves this. She doesn’t still beat you, does she?”

  Michael’s fingers traced the scars on his back. Robert shivered and his cock responded. He’d never had these kinds of feelings before, and it was a little overwhelming.

  “N-no. Not anymore.”

  “I need to know, why do you stay?”

  “My dad left and I’m all that she has. She—she needs me.” He finished the sentence on a moan. Michael started kissing the lines on his back.

  “You can’t stay with her any longer. You know that, right? Not after she had you try to commit a crime,” Michael murmured against his skin.

  Robert turned around, Michael’s lips landed on his chest.

  “I don’t want to talk about my mom right now.”

  Michael smiled against him, “What would you like to talk about?”

  “I—” he hesitated.

  The other man stood up and pulled him close, “You can tell me anything. What do you want, Robert?”

  “You, I want, um, you. To make me feel like before.”

  “You liked that did you?”

  His face warmed. He had to be blushing. “I’ve never felt anything lik
e it before.” He hid his face in Michael’s shoulder.

  “There’s more to it. Things that will feel even better.”

  “Show me,” he mumbled.

  “I don’t think you’re ready for that, yet.”

  But he wanted it; in fact, he’d started to crave it. Robert wanted to see Michael naked. He wanted things he couldn’t even name. Robert wanted to taste the flesh under his face. He placed a light kiss on Michael’s collarbone and let his tongue trace the skin. The other man shuddered against him. Awe washed over him. He had caused this reaction. Him, Robert, Mr. Nobody. His Mom told him every chance she could that he would never amount to anything and it was a good thing he had her.

  Enough!

  He pushed thoughts of him mom out of his head and concentrated on making Michael feel as good as he’d made Robert feel. He continued to nibble on Michael’s neck while unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I need this,” he whispered, “Please.”

  Michael let him push his shirt off his shoulders and Robert smiled at the clink of buttons hitting the floor.

  Fingers forced his face up. He stared into Michael’s eyes and his smile grew at the heat he’d put there.

  “Never beg me for this. Take what you need, babe. I’m here.”

  “I’m not sure, I want—I need…”

  “Do what feels right. Nothing you do will be wrong.”

  Michael pulled him in for a kiss and he sighed against Robert’s lips. This is what he wanted, the connection with another human being. He wrapped his arms around Michael and clung to him, losing himself in the kiss. He gasped when Michael lifted him up and took advantage of his position to wrap his legs around Michael, locking his ankles. Michael deepened the kiss and he moaned.

  He rubbed his naked body against Michael’s jeans. It was time they came off. Each new touch and experience put him closer to the edge. He didn’t want to come this way.

  “Please.” He whispered.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “More, I need more.”

  Michael’s hands gripped his ass and gave it a squeeze before letting one hand wander. Robert couldn’t believe the sensation caused by Michael’s finger circling and playing with his hole. Robert moved his ass up and down. He wanted that finger inside him. He let out a sound of disappointment when Michael released his ass. He slid his body down the other man’s until his feet hit the floor.

  He let Michael turn him so he faced the mirror above the sink. Robert almost didn’t recognise himself. Happiness made his eyes sparkle in a way he’d never seen before. Michael winked at him and he watched as his face turned a bright shade of red. He bowed his head only to have Michael raise it back.

  “See how good we are together. Keep looking at me. Don’t let your eyes leave mine. I want to watch.”

  Robert didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t stop staring even if he wanted to. Michael’s finger traced his spine. He whimpered when the fingers left his body, but soon moaned when the mirror showed him Michael’s digits enter the man’s mouth.

  “Please?” he asked again, his gaze never leaving the glass.

  Michael nodded and his fingers returned to Robert’s body.

  “You ready? I need you to relax, okay?”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “There may be some burn, it’s your first time, but we’ll get you ready. I’m not going to ram into you. Don’t worry, once you relax, you’ll love it. I promise.”

  It was Robert’s turn to nod. He wanted this, he needed this.

  * * * *

  Michael couldn’t believe his eyes. His angel’s face glowed and the twinkle in Robert’s eyes belonged to him. He’d put that there.

  Robert kept his gaze on him in the mirror. He eased his finger into his lover’s ass searching his face for any sign of pain. When Robert bit his lip and his eyes widened, Michael groaned.

  He had to have some lube around here somewhere. Not leaving Robert, he reached around him to search the drawers. Luck was on his side, he held up the lube in triumph. He popped the top and squeezed some on his finger before pushing it deeper into Robert’s ass. Michael sighed. He slid in with little resistance. He moved inside the tight warmth and added a second finger.

  “You okay?” His gaze never left Robert, but he needed the words.

  “Y-yes.” Robert panted. “More.”

  He added more lube, set it down and searched for Robert’s gland. He knew he found it when the other man gasped.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes. God, yes. Again.”

  He complied with his angel’s wish and pegged the gland again before adding another finger. The joy on Robert’s face was almost his undoing. He needed inside this man more than he needed to breathe.

  “I want inside.”

  “Hurry, I’m going to come.”

  “Not yet. Don’t come yet.”

  Michael pulled his fingers away and wrapped them around his own cock and started to enter him.

  “Please.”

  The need in his man’s voice almost made him forget.

  “Fuck, condom.”

  He searched the drawer for a prophylactic. He had to have one.

  “Why did you stop?”

  The question in Robert’s eyes caused him to place a kiss on the man’s shoulder.

  “I need to protect us.”

  Robert still looked unsure and Michael held up the condom he’d found. He opened it as understanding entered Roberts gaze. He put it on and reached for the lube to coat his dick. He gripped Robert’s hip with one hand to hold him steady. He inched his way into Robert’s body, never letting his gaze waver from the man in the mirror. When Robert flinched he stopped.

  “Don’t stop.” Robert begged.

  “I don’t want to hurt you. We have all the time in the world. I won’t rush your first time. I want this to be good for you.”

  Robert nodded. “I’m ready. Please, move.”

  Michael waited until Robert pushed his ass back before moving again. He took his cues from Robert’s face. He couldn’t hold back, Robert panted, like he couldn’t catch his breath. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the small room. It felt right, being inside Robert. Like the two were made to fit each other. His hands squeezed Robert’s hips as he sped up, pounding into his new lover’s ass. Through the glass, he saw Robert’s hands flex against the counter. His beautiful dick trapped against the counter.

  “Come for me, baby.” Michael moved so he could take Robert’s cock into his hand. He used the pre-cum glistening on Robert’s dick to stop the friction as he matched the tempo of his hand and his cock.

  Robert’s hips bucked against Michael and pure bliss spread across the man’s face. Michael had never seen something so beautiful as Robert cuming for him. He thrust into him one more time before filling the condom.

  Sobs racked Robert’s body. He didn’t want to hurt the smaller man so he slowly pulled out. He disposed of his condom before turning Robert and taking him into his arms. He soothed him the best he could.

  “Shh, Robert, it will be okay. Please don’t cry, baby. What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you? Please, tell me.”

  He rubbed his hand up and down Robert’s back until the sobbing stopped.

  “I’m sorry. I—I don’t know why, I—why—I—um. Sorry.”

  “You can tell me if I hurt you. Don’t be afraid. Not of me, never of me. I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “You should, you know. I deserve it.”

  He pulled back from Robert. “No one deserves to be hurt. Not on purpose.”

  “But I hurt you. You should hurt me back.”

  “Is that why you let me…” Michael trailed off and waved his hands between the two of them. “Because you thought I should hurt you?”

  Robert appeared shocked. “No, God no. Everything is so intense with you. I shouldn’t even be here. I should have called mom and left.”

  “Why, so she can hurt you?”

  “She doesn’t—”

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sp; “Never mind, Robert. Forget I said anything. It’s been a long night. Will you come to bed with me?”

  “What about Mo—”

  “I’ll protect you,” Michael interrupted him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Robert nodded. Michael took his hand and led his new lover into the shower so they could clean up before they went to bed. He made quick work of the clean up and tugged Robert to his room. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with the woman who’d hurt his man. There was no way Robert would be going back with her. Not if he had any say in the matter. His need to protect the smaller man should puzzle him after all Robert had done to him. It couldn’t be natural, but he was too tired to fight it. Michael pulled the covers down and ushered Robert between the sheets. His new lover’s lids drooping before he even covered him up. Michael slid into the bed and pulled Robert close. He threw the blanket over them and Robert snuggled into his arms.

  So innocent.

  Michael placed a kiss on Robert’s forehead. He drifted to sleep, dreaming of the dark-haired man in his bed.

  Chapter Three

  Pound, pound, pound.

  The noise lifted the fog of sleep.

  “Whe—what?”

  Michael glanced over at the confused man beside him and blinked as the night before rushed into his head.

  “It’s only the door, Robert. Stay here, I’ll go get it.”

  He patted Robert’s hip before getting out of bed. He grabbed a robe from his closet, but noise from the door was getting louder.

  “Just a minute,” he shouted over the banging.

  He swung open the door to a beautiful woman. Maybe in her forties with long brown hair and bright blue eyes.

  “Sorry to bother you so early. I’m Betsy.”

  “Good morning, Betsy. Is there something I can help you with?”

  It couldn’t be her. No way would she show up at his door. Of course, after hearing Robert talk about her, it really shouldn’t surprise him.

  “I’m looking for my son. I think he might have come to this address by mistake.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen any kids around here this morning.”

  “Oh, no sir. He’s not a little kid, but I think he might be confused. He’s about my height with brown hair and blue eyes. He left the house in search of a friend and I’m afraid I gave him the wrong address. I was hoping you might have seen him.”