The Eager Boy

by Sean Michael

  Robin arched, almost losing his seat on the countertop. “Yours.”

  “Yeah. Every inch.” Stack flicked Robin’s slit with his tongue, then put a kiss on Robin’s belly, another in the middle of his breastbone. Then Stack kissed him, tongue and breath filling his mouth, filling him with his master.

  He wrapped around his lover and held on, knowing he was where he belonged.

  Stack wrapped his hand around Robin’s ass and rubbed him against the big body. Stack’s jeans were harsh against his cock, but the scrape was perfect, the little zing when his Prince Albert caught on the button of Stack’s pants making him cry out. Stack groaned softly, dancing against him and trying to drive him wild.

  He was going to come without Stack even being undressed, without his having a stitch of clothing removed. He was a very lucky boy.

  He dove into another kiss, determined to pour himself into Stack’s heart. Sliding one hand up his body, Stack found his nipple rings again, tugging one, then the other.

  The world was a bright place, sharp and hot and wonderful.

  Stack seemed determined to get him off first, every movement designed to give him a ton of sensation. He couldn’t figure out what to focus on—it was all so good, so much. Finally, blessedly, he let Stack have his will, sank into a sweet buzz and gave himself over. He floated there, the sensations buoying him. Time lost all meaning—there was only pleasure and Stack.

  When Stack growled, “Come for me,” into his ear, Robin’s body obeyed, his entire soul shattering at Stack’s will.

  Stack rubbed the come into Robin’s belly and the tip of his prick, palm hot and gliding easily over his skin. “Mmm. I do love that smell, boy.”

  “Thank you, Master.” He was boneless, blinking.

  “My pleasure.” Stack was almost chuckling, his smile deservedly smug as he grabbed Robin’s ass again and picked him up, then carried him toward the bedroom.

  “Be careful, love. I’m heavy.”

  Stack nearly tripped he was laughing so hard. Butthead.

  “I’ll pinch you,” Robin threatened.

  “Not unless you want to get spanked.”

  “I’d rather have you warm my ass than use it as a punishment.”

  “We’ll get to that. I’m prepping you top to bottom for this weekend’s festivities. A light spanking is in order. At the end of it.”

  “Yes, Master.” He kissed Stack’s cheek. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Stack set him down, and as if on cue, his phone rang. Stack glanced at it, shook his head, and declined the call. “I’m off this weekend.”

  “Me too.” He reached for Stack’s buttons, looking up for permission.

  Stack nodded. “Please. One of us is far more naked than the other.”

  “Yes. And you’re beautiful.” He remembered the first time he saw Stack playing volleyball with a bunch of guys. He’d been immediately hard, aching.

  Stack smiled at him. “Flatterer.”

  “It’s still true.” That was simple.

  “Thank you, Robin.” Stack opened his arms wide, standing there for him to undress.

  He was careful and quick, kissing all the skin he exposed.

  “Take it slow, boy. We have time.”

  “Oh. Yes, Master.” That told him a lot, but the main gist was he could linger and make his master need.

  Stack hummed every time Robin touched flesh, and when he finished sliding Stack’s jeans down around his ankles, Robin paused to gaze longingly at Stack’s amazing erection. Robin licked and sucked, kissing and humming with pleasure as he worshipped on his knees.

  “You want to suck me?” Stack asked. “You want to make me come?”

  “Yes, Master. I love to hold you in my mouth. I crave it.”

  “Then you have my permission.”

  “Thank you, love.” He started with the heavy tip, working the slit with his tongue, keeping it gentle and lazy.

  Stack spread for him, giving him more room. The thick cock bobbed like it was trying to get his attention, and he was more than willing to give it, pulling Stack in deep.

  A soft cry winged through the air, Stack letting him know how good it was.

  Robin let his eyes close, let himself float on the knowledge that he was giving Stack everything he asked for. He loved the sensation of Stack’s cock on his tongue, the heat of it, the taste of salt.

  Stack wrapped one hand around the back of his head, holding on to him.

  He sucked even harder. Stack’s phone went off again, and he growled. “Don’t stop.”

  He wouldn’t, but Stack was going to have to answer it. He knew it. Maybe he could get Stack off before he did. Stack held his head in place and thrust, cock sliding along his tongue. He sucked hard, swallowing again and again, one hand on Stack’s thigh. Stack’s thrusts got stronger, pushing the thick cockhead deeper into his throat. Everything he was, he put into pleasing Stack. Everything.

  “Love your mouth,” murmured Stack. “So hot.”

  He stroked Stack’s heavy, swaying ball sac, petting him.

  The fucking phone rang again, and he sucked harder, tongue lashing at Stack’s cockhead to try to get him off faster. Come on. Come on, dammit. Just let go and you can go back to work.

  As if Stack had heard him, he moaned and bucked hard, shooting down Robin’s throat. He held on to Stack’s ass tight and took every drop.

  The hands on his head loosened, fingers stroking his scalp now.

  “Mmm.” He cleaned the heavy cock up, tongue dragging on the shaft.

  “Magical mouth,” Stack murmured. “Fucking love it.”

  “Love you.” He nuzzled in with a sigh as Stack’s phone rang again. “I think you ought to answer.”

  “Yeah. They know I’m not on call.” Stack cupped his face and took a kiss, feeding from him. Then he grabbed his phone and answered. “What?” he growled into it. “Fuck. Seriously? Give me fifteen. Yeah.”

  Stack ended the call and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry, Robin.”

  “Go on, love.” He’d go to his apartment, maybe, and pack a little. Maybe he’d just hang out here and watch a movie.

  “I’m sorry, but one of the cats is really sick, and they don’t think she’s going to make it.” Stack pulled him up and hugged him tight.

  He kissed his lover’s cheek. He wasn’t a freak. He understood emergencies. “Hurry up, then. Call me and let me know what’s up.”

  “I will. And I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Stack pulled his jeans back up and grabbed a fresh T-shirt out of the drawer. Robin could see he’d already checked out, his thoughts on the sick cat.

  Stack was out the door in seconds, and Robin stood there for a minute. Then he arranged for a cab to head over to his place.

  His master would call him when he had time.

  Chapter Twelve

  THE SNOW leopard died in the early hours of the morning. Stack called Robin to let him know he’d be home in a few hours, then performed the necropsy. Veno-occlusive disease. Unfortunately common in snow leopards held in captivity. That didn’t make it any easier to handle, and he was devastated.

  He cleaned up, filed the report, and left for home around 6:00 a.m. He just wanted a long shower and to crawl into bed.

  Stack pulled up, parked, and went in. There was a carafe of coffee and a box of cinnamon rolls sitting on the counter. It was a lovely gesture, but he didn’t think he could handle either the coffee or the rolls at the moment.

  The shower was running upstairs, though. He headed up, pulling his clothes off as he went, and was naked by the time he reached the bathroom.

  Robin was in the tub, sound asleep, the water crashing down on him. Stack felt the water, thankful it was still warm; otherwise Robin might have gotten hypothermia. He shook Robin’s shoulder. “Baby, wake up.”

  “Huh? Oh. Sorry. I was…. And now. Yeah. You don’t care. It doesn’t matter. How are you? I brought you coffee.”

  “I saw. I just want to sta
nd in the water for a while.” He stepped into the shower and held his hand out for Robin. “Stay?”

  “Sure.” Robin took his hand and stood, grabbed the soap, and began to wash him.

  Stack would have told Robin he didn’t have to, but honestly, the care felt good, and he closed his eyes. Taking in one deep breath after another, he held back the tears.

  “I love you. I’m sorry.” Robin wrapped around him, held him like he was precious.

  He rested his head on top of Robin’s and held on.

  Thank God his boy was here. He needed to be loved, held, cared for without reservations. He needed something good to hold on to.

  The water rained down on them, curtaining them in their own little world. Him and Robin and nothing else but the water.

  Eventually Robin walked him to the bedroom, dried him off, and curled into his arms.

  “I hate senseless death,” he murmured, holding on tight.

  “Did someone hurt her?”

  “No! God no. I’d be furious if that were the case. No, it’s something a lot of big cats get in captivity that they don’t get in the wild. It’s… frustrating. And she was a sweetheart—one of my favorites.”

  “I’m sorry, love. That bites.”

  “Yeah, it does.” He sighed. “I can’t help thinking if I’d paid more attention, I’d have caught it earlier.”

  Robin stroked his back, the motions slow and long.

  He turned to his boy and pressed their lips together, breathing into the kiss. Robin kissed him back, the touch gentle, soft.

  Sighing, he rolled onto his back, bringing Robin with him so Robin lay on top of him. The weight of his lover was perfect.

  “Mmm. Rest, Master. I have you.”

  “Make love to me. I want something good.” He wanted to replace the memory of holding Frost in his arms, of having to open her up.

  Robin nodded and disappeared under the sheets, that soft, heated mouth enveloping him like a wave.

  He groaned. “Just make sure I come in your ass, not your mouth.” He wanted to share this with Robin, not have it done to him.

  Robin hummed softly, tongue playing with his cock, the caress so gentle. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the touches, let them take over his thoughts and his feelings.

  Robin loved him, sucking and bobbing, surrounding him with heat and pressure. Reaching down, he stroked his fingers through Robin’s hair, connecting them. His boy loved him so well.

  “Get the slick, boy. Let’s get you ready for me.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want my mouth, Master? I know you’re tired.” Robin lifted up and grabbed the lube.

  “I want you to ride me.” That he was sure of.

  “I can do that.” Robin slicked Stack’s cock, hands sliding on his shaft, tight and wet.

  He groaned and shifted. “Can’t wait to feel you tight as a fist around me. So hot. Nothing’s as hot as you are.”

  “Burning for you,” Robin agreed, still jacking him.

  “Okay. Okay. You, now. I want you to ride me. To make us both come.”

  “I’ll do my best.” Robin swiveled on his cockhead, teasing them both before taking him in.

  He groaned as Robin’s hole bloomed around him, enveloping him in heat. He kept his eyes open. He wanted to see Robin moving over him. It was a balm to his fucking soul.

  Stack slid his hands along Robin’s sides, then wrapped them around Robin’s waist. He held on while Robin rode, moving up and down on his cock. That was what he needed—to be ridden and to rock, to let Robin love him.

  They moved together, him and his boy, finding the rhythm that made the world go around. He slid one hand up along Robin’s spine and cupped the back of his head, then did a half sit-up and pulled Robin down to meet him in a kiss. The change in angle made Robin’s body clench tight around him.

  “Oh fuck.” He pushed the words into Robin’s mouth and began bucking, pushing hard into Robin’s welcoming body.

  “Yours.” Robin took every inch.

  He nodded, bucking harder, shoving up, looking to hit Robin’s gland. He wanted to make Robin happy too.

  Robin moaned, his expression dazed, foggy. Yes. He loved that Robin was gone for him. He pushed in deeper, wanting that for himself.

  Robin drove down, slamming them together and then gyrating. They kept moving together, bodies working like there was nothing else in the world.

  “Come for me, Master. Fill me up.”

  “When I’m ready. When I say.” He was still the master here.

  “When you say.” Robin gripped him tight.

  He nodded jerkily. Such a good boy. He kept thrusting, bucking up into Robin’s tight heat. He didn’t want it to end. He wanted to keep doing this forever, wanted this heat and peace and hope.

  Stack held on as long as he could, but at last he had to cry out, “Come!” His own balls emptied, filling Robin deep.

  Robin jerked a few times, then spilled out on his belly. He tugged Robin down and fused their mouths together. Robin moaned, sinking against him.

  “Love you, boy.” He closed his eyes and held on to the best thing in his life.

  Robin held him right back.

  Chapter Thirteen

  THEY SLEPT for the day. Robin had been working in his apartment up until Stack had texted, and he was exhausted, worn to the bone.

  Stack was curled around him, warm and close. Robin woke every now and again, blinked, then let himself sleep again.

  He woke properly when the sun was almost down, Stack no longer in bed with him. Stack was in the other room, talking to someone and maybe pacing.

  His master no doubt had to get back to work.

  Robin got up and tugged on some sweatpants, then headed to the kitchen to make himself something with caffeine and make Stack some sandwiches to take with him.

  Stack came into the kitchen after another five minutes. “They’re fighting me on getting the rest of the cats in the zoo tested. Can you believe that?”

  “No. Why? Why would they fight you?”

  “It’s damn expensive, that’s why. They want me to make a list.” Stack grumbled and stalked around the room.

  Robin didn’t know what to do, so he made himself a cup of coffee and waited.

  Stack finally stopped moving. “You made sandwiches. Why didn’t you say?” Stack got out a couple of plates and stuck the sandwiches on them, put the plates at the table.

  “I wasn’t sure if you were going to have to leave.”

  Stack shook his head. “No. I’ll go back in on Monday. I’ll probably be working overtime most of the week, though.”

  Robin nodded, stirring his coffee. His boss was no doubt fairly pissed at him for not answering his phone, but she couldn’t say much. He’d done his job. Maybe he could get a part-time job, a side-hustle. He’d talk to Jim, see what he knew. It would be so cool to go away somewhere.

  Stack sat and sighed. “Sorry our weekend got so badly messed-up.”

  “It happens.” Stack dealt with life and death. Maybe Robin needed to find something life or death for himself.

  “Yeah, but it’s one of the reasons you left,” Stack noted. “And here we are—you’re not even moved in yet, and I had to disappear, kibosh our weekend plans.”

  What mattered was that Stack cared that he was ruining their plans. That was important to him, that Stack cared. “Eat your sandwich, love.”

  Stack raised an eyebrow. “That sounded an awful lot like something a master would say, boy.”

  Maybe Stack needed a caretaker. “I know you’re hungry. Eat.”

  “Seriously—what’s with the orders all of a sudden?” Despite the question, Stack did take a bite out of his sandwich.

  “I wasn’t trying to order you, Stack. I was just taking care of you.”

  That earned him a sudden grin. “I guess there’s a fine line between orders and taking care. This is a great sandwich, by the way.”

  “You’re welcome.” Robin winked, then checked his emails
on his phone.

  “I’m not in the mood for a scene this evening, or tomorrow, but I want to spend the time with you. Maybe we can stream something—either a movie or binge a show—then go to the park for a picnic tomorrow? I don’t know. The details aren’t important.”

  He nodded, leaning over to kiss Stack’s temple. “We can order a pizza. Just chill.”

  “I’d like that a lot.” Stack reached for his hand and squeezed it.

  Robin held on, offering his peace, his presence, his strength.

  “Thanks again for the sandwich. Let’s work on that dessert we brought home. I could use some ooey-gooey.”

  “I’m not sure how well it survived, but I’ll pull it out.”

  “It should still taste good, even if it looks ugly.”

  “I’ll just spray cream all over the top of it and add a cherry.”

  Stack started laughing; he was clearly trying not to, but then he burst out anyway. “You’re going to spray cream all over it? You need me to help with that?”

  “Nope. I can handle it all on my own.” He waggled his eyebrows, playing along.

  “What if I want to help you with it? At least let me swat your ass a couple times.”

  “Uh-uh-uh. You said we’re being vanilla this weekend. Pizza, sodas, movies.”

  “I’m pretty sure a couple of light swats are vanilla, baby.” Stack reached out as Robin bent into the fridge to grab the dessert and swatted his ass twice. Light taps, really.

  “Vanilla is no spankings at all. Can you imagine?” He had to smile; this was so fun.

  “No. No, I can’t imagine. I mean, it doesn’t even need to be a scene and I’d want to fool around with your ass.”

  Robin turned and dared to steal a kiss. “You think so?”

  “I know so.” Stack swatted his ass again. “See.”

  They chuckled together, and Robin could see Stack relax.

  “Let’s see how the ooey-gooey tower fared.” Stack looked over his shoulder as Robin opened the container. No longer a tower, the thing was definitely still ooey-gooey. “I bet it still tastes good.”