The Lure of Port Stephen
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“Butter tart.”
“Cherry turnover, today.” Robbie smirked. “Do I get the privilege of seeing you naked, lover? Pretty please?”
Raj tugged off his shirt, and Robbie was already at his fly before he’d dropped his shirt to the deck. “You’re so gorgeous, my Raj.”
Raj expected to feel more self-conscious being naked on his deck. But because he was with Robbie, it was okay. Being with Robbie had a way of making him oblivious to the rest of the world anyway.
He pulled Robbie to him, thrilling to the feel of flesh against flesh, all tickled by the light breeze. He bent his neck to claim Robbie’s mouth, a gentle kiss that turned into something more demanding as Robbie’s lips parted.
When Robbie had established a firm hold around Raj’s neck, Raj slid his hands along the length of Robbie’s back, fingers tracing his spine down to the curve of his ass. He felt Robbie tremble.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I might not do this often, but I know how to make it good. And if you say stop, I stop. Always.”
Robbie nodded and said in a small voice, “I know. I trust you.”
Although they were outside—and the longer they were outside, the greater the chance of being caught—Raj took his time. He’d gotten to know every erogenous spot on Robbie’s lithe body, and he found each one now, from the spot on his neck by his collarbone to the hollow just above his hip—everywhere but his cock or balls. He lifted Robbie to sit on the blankets and ignited the sensitive spots at his ankle and behind his knees, loving the whimpers and moans he elicited. He finally kissed and stroked the pale skin of Robbie’s inner thighs.
“Raj, you’re killing me…”
“Mmm.” He hummed against the base of Robbie’s cock. “Put your legs on my shoulders. Let's see how flexible you are.”
Robbie groaned. “I thought you wanted me bent over the table.”
“Oh I do, but you’re not nearly ready yet. Now lean back on your arms.”
In that position, Raj had access to everything between Robbie’s legs, and he kissed Robbie’s mouth, neck, and shoulders. He scraped his teeth gently over Robbie’s nipples and all the while he alternated fondling Robbie’s balls, cock, and taint, teasing at his hole until Robbie stopped acting skittish when he did so. He was ready for a finger, and Raj stopped to reach for the lube.
“Raj,” Robbie said, breathless.
“Mmm?”
“If you know how to keep me from coming like this, why do you always get me off so fast?”
“I love to see your face when you come.” Raj thought that was obvious. He loved making Robbie come like a teenager on his first date.
“Oh. Oh!”
Then Raj was kissing and stroking and otherwise distracting Robbie from the finger violating his ass until he started bearing down on Raj’s hand like he was actually enjoying it. He took great pleasure in Robbie’s reactions, as he added more fingers, slowly prepping him for the main event.
“It feels…kind of good.”
“That’s why people do it,” Raj agreed with a chuckle, catching a moan with his mouth.
“Mmm.” Robbie sighed into him. “Thought… Keep going. Only I’m going to come. Ah!”
The cry was one of dismay as Raj pulled all his fingers from Robbie in an abrupt motion. “I want to take you like this too,” he said, “but the table is too high, so we’ll stick with plan A.”
“A for anal?”
Raj chuckled. “No. A for adorable.”
He slipped Robbie’s legs from his shoulders and pulled him off the picnic table. “You sure?” he whispered when Robbie’s body was pressed against his, cock to cock in familiar eroticism.
“Yes-sss.” Robbie turned round and bent over. “Do it now.”
Raj was already tearing open a condom. He rolled it on, sucking in a gasp at his own touch. Then he slathered lube on and against Robbie’s offered ass.
“I’m going to scream if you go any slower,” Robbie warned, his breathing harsh.
Raj didn’t need to be told twice, but he still pushed inside Robbie gently. He wasn’t sure if this was going to become a regular part of their lovemaking, but even if it wasn’t, he wanted Robbie to remember it as good. He’d forgotten how it felt to be inside a lover, hotter and tighter than any mouth, but the best part was the trembling of his lover’s body, and then Robbie was crying his name as if Raj were torturing him.
Robbie pushed back, surprisingly, and Raj gasped. “Robbie…”
“Do it—fuck me—oh, god, Raj—do it,” Robbie said, almost as one word.
Raj pushed in as far as he could, until the pale white cheeks of Robbie’s ass were against his own tan hips, the colour contrast turning him on as much as the act itself.
“Yes-sss,” he said and pumped carefully in and out until he was sure Robbie’s soft cries were of pleasure, not pain. A benefit to this position was the ease with which the prostate could be stimulated, and he knew he’d heightened Robbie’s desire so much that he’d find that pressure to be intensely pleasurable, but he stroked Robbie’s cock in time to his movements until his own pleasure wrested control from him.
Raj came in short, hard thrusts, only vaguely aware Robbie’s hand was helping him jerk Robbie along. He felt Robbie’s release from the inside as well as in the sudden spurt of warm come on his hand.
He leaned forward, resting his head momentarily on the back of Robbie’s neck. “New fantasy,” he gasped. “Next time I want to see your face.”
Robbie groaned. “If I live.”
Raj immediately straightened and pulled out of Robbie. The tiny sound of dismay assured him he hadn’t fucked up too badly.
He tied off the condom and tossed it in the firepit. “Robbie?”
“Unh.”
Raj pulled Robbie up against his chest.
“I’ll take that bed now,” Robbie said, his voice sounding similar to the way it did when he was drunk.
Raj smiled and guided his lover into the trailer. He was feeling kind of weak and tired himself.
Once inside and safely lying down, Raj stroked Robbie’s back and said, “You okay? Did I—?”
“It was…amazing. I feel…like all my bones melted. Is it always like that?”
“No. Not for everyone. “
“Oh.”
The silence grew—a comfortable silence, rather than a distancing one.
“Raj?”
“Hmm?” He rubbed lazy circles on Robbie’s skin, gentle, familiar, loving touches.
“We can do this again sometime, right?”
Raj smiled. He had never taken much pleasure from anal sex as a bottom because he needed all the other stimulation he’d given Robbie for it to feel good. And as a top, his pleasure was mostly in the reactions of his partner, rather than the act itself. He’d gotten off on Robbie’s pleasure. That was motivation enough to do it again.
“Whenever you want. Only next time—face to face.”
“Raj?”
“Hmm?” Raj ran his fingers through Robbie’s hair. His head was in Raj’s lap, and the DVD they’d been watching had ended. Neither of them seemed interested in turning the TV off.
“What happens in October?”
“Thanksgiving. Ryan and Sam host a big pot luck—”
“I meant after that.” Robbie turned so he was looking up at Raj. “Is this, like, a summer fling?”
“Is that what you want it to be?”
“What do you want it to be?”
Raj wanted to have this conversation, but he’d been putting it off, in case Robbie was content to let their romance end with the season at Port Stephen.
It looked like he would have to speak first, so he took a deep breath and said, “I’d like to have sex with you under a Christmas tree with all the lights reflected on your naked body. Work out crazy-ass schedules so we eat turkey with my family and your two families. Find out how deep a hole we can melt in the snow. Lick Valentine’s chocolate off you. Drink green beer with you. Pick out flowers for t
he trailer in May with you. Have another lazy summer exchanging blow jobs in my boat. Etcetera.”
The silence went on longer than he was comfortable with. Was it too much, too soon? He found himself holding his breath.
“Wow,” Robbie finally said. “Me, too. All that. What you said.”
Raj sighed heavily in relief. “Good. We need to work on your vocabulary.”
“I have a huge vocabulary,” he protested. “You short circuit my brain when you talk all romantic like that. Seriously, Raj. I love it. I-I love you. You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.”
Raj blinked and then a grin stole across his face. “Did you just quote a Princess and the Frog line at me?” At Robbie’s embarrassed blush, Raj said, “I love you too, butter tart. And I already booked my vacation for Christmas to do that crazy dinner thing...”
About the Author
Sydney Blackburn is a binary star system. Always a voracious reader, she began to write when she couldn’t find the stories she wanted to read. She likes candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach… Oh wait, wrong profile. She’s a snarky introvert and admits to having a past full of casual sex and dubious hookups, which she uses for her stories.
She likes word play and puns and science-y things. And green curry.
Her dislikes include talking on the phone, people trying to talk to her before she’s had coffee, and filling out the “about me” fields in social media.
Besides writing, she also designs book covers for poor people.
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Other books by this author
Beneath the Layers — “After the Dance”
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