Hot Off the Ice Boxed Set: Books 1-3

by A. E. Wasp

  “It was kind of hot. Like I have my own personal enforcer.”

  “Just point the way; I’ll take anyone down.”

  Robbie laughed. “My hero.”

  Robbie pulled Paul down to him, kissing him again in the way they’d perfected over the last few days. It was all hands and mouths and clothes coming off until they were both naked and breathless.

  The knowledge that there would be no stopping this time overlay every touch, every kiss. Paul would have bet money that he wouldn’t last five minutes naked with Robbie. He’d half-expected to go off as soon as Robbie’s hand touched his dick. But maybe all the teasing they had done over the last few days had trained his body to hold back.

  Not that Robbie’s mouth didn’t feel amazing. Robbie had a bit of an oral fixation and a biting kink. Which worked out great for Paul since he’d discovered that he liked being bitten.

  They had to be careful not to leave any marks they might have to explain in the locker room. Everyone knew everyone’s business a little too well. They knew who’d been on a date, who had a steady sex life, and who didn’t.

  Paul was stretched out on top of Robbie with Robbie’s legs wrapped around him, Robbie’s favorite position.

  “I love feeling you on me,” Robbie said, arching up to feel Paul’s weight against him. “We should move this into the bedroom. Some lube would feel amazing right now.” He thrust against Paul, demonstrating the sticky stop and slide of their cocks against each other.

  Paul rolled off Robbie and held his hand out for him.

  “So gallant,” Robbie said with a grin, hopping up. He slapped Paul on the ass and hurried past him.

  Paul took in the glorious sight in front of him. He loved the deep valley of Robbie’s spine nestled between the strong muscles of his back. The two dimples at the top of Robbie’s ass seemed perfectly made for Paul’s fingertips.

  The bed creaked as Robbie threw himself on it, rolling immediately to pull a half-crushed tube of lube out of the nightstand drawer with a triumphant aha!

  “Come here,” Robbie said, sitting on the edge of the bed and beckoning Paul over with the crook of his finger. He squeezed out some lube as Paul walked over to the bed.

  When Paul got close enough, Robbie grabbed him by the hip and slid his slicked-up hand down Paul’s very erect cock.

  “Oh, holy fricken’ crap,” Paul moaned, thrusting into Robbie’s fist. He braced himself on Robbie’s shoulders as Robbie leaned in to nip at his stomach.

  Robbie’s hand felt amazing, and he closed his eyes at the sensation. Way too soon he felt the orgasm he’d been denied for too long building in his balls. “Stop. Shit, Robbie. Stop.” He pushed weakly at Robbie’s shoulder. “I’m gonna come.”

  Robbie stopped immediately. “Isn’t that the goal?”

  “I don’t want it to be over so quickly.”

  Robbie grinned. “Oh, my sweet summer child. This is just round one. To take the edge off.”

  Oh. That was different.

  Robbie laughed at the expression on Paul’s face. “You thought we were one and done?” Robbie stroked Paul’s cock hard from root to tip. “I have plans for you.”

  Paul couldn’t speak, his cock throbbed against Robbie’s palm. He wrenched himself free, groaning as he slipped quickly through Robbie’s grasp. “Holy fuck.”

  He didn’t want to come this way. If this whole thing between them went horribly wrong, or if Robbie was some kind of a test from God and Paul was failing, he wanted to fail big. He wanted it all. But how did he ask?

  Paul bit his lip, all his assertiveness gone, embarrassed by himself, by his inexperience. He was such an idiot. Just say the words, Paul.

  It wasn’t like Robbie was going to be disgusted and throw him out. So what exactly did he want? To fuck Robbie? He felt his cheeks flaming pink even for thinking it.

  He didn’t even know if Robbie did it that way. Didn’t some guys only like to be the ‘pitcher?’ And shouldn’t he let Robbie…let him…fuck him? That would be something he couldn’t take back. That was no turning back, one hundred percent gay.

  He got a hot feeling in his stomach, nervous excitement, a mixture of yearning and fear, and his hole clenched at the thought.

  “Paul, you look like you’re going to throw up,” Robbie said. With his clean hand, he tugged Paul down to sit next to him on the bed. “What’s going on in your head?”

  He had to say it. “I want to have sex with you.”

  Robbie looked down to Paul’s cock, glistening with lube and still hard despite his mental crisis. “You are having sex with me.”

  “I mean real sex.” He waited for Robbie to make fun of him, to tell him this was all ‘real sex.’

  It didn’t happen. “Are you sure?” Robbie said. “I’m perfectly happy with this. And if I can get my mouth on you even better.” He gently rubbed Paul’s legs and wherever he could reach. It was comforting even as it kept Paul around and hyper-aware of his body. “We don’t have to anything else.”

  “I want to,” Paul said. “I really want to.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” Paul asked with a frown.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Is there a wrong answer?” Paul asked jokingly.

  “Yeah, actually, there is,” Robbie said.

  “Are you going to tell me what the wrong answer is?”

  “Because you think you need to do it to be ‘really gay,’ or because someone is pressuring you to do it, or you think you need to prove something to yourself or someone else.”

  Robbie pushed Paul down onto the bed and lay down on his side next to him. His hands roamed all over Paul’s body, from his collarbones to behind his knees. Robbie’s fingers caressed all the place he’d learned drove Paul crazy - the hollow of his throat, the pulse points at his wrist, and the inner crook of his elbow.

  He leaned up and kissed Paul so passionately that all Paul could do was hang on to Robbie’s shoulders and try to remember how to breathe.

  Robbie pulled away slowly, smiling, and stroked his palm down Paul’s cock.

  “Fuck,” Paul whimpered as Robbie’s hand slipped lower.

  “Yes, that is what we were discussing. Now tell me why you want me to ride that big cock of yours.”

  Paul blushed down to his nipples.

  “There’s that blush I love. But you do want to, right?” He bit Paul’s earlobe.

  That was another place on Paul’s body that was apparently wired directly to his cock.

  “You want to see what my face looks like when you slide into me?” Robbie’s warm breath sent shivers down Paul’s neck. “Want to hear the sounds you can pound out of me? You just gotta tell me why.”

  “Sweet baby Jesus,” Paul breathed. “I want it because the guys in the videos always make it look like it feels so fucking amazing.”

  Robbie flopped down onto the bed with a contented sigh. “Now that is an excellent reason. And it can totally feel fucking amazing.”

  “Do you like it?” Paul turned to face Robbie.

  “I love it.” His grinned

  “Which, um, which way?” Paul couldn’t make eye contact.

  “Any way you want it, babe,” he said salaciously.

  Paul laughed.

  Robbie ran his hands over Paul’s chest. He seemed to know how much his touch calmed Paul. “But I really do want to ride you.”

  “Yeah? Really?”

  “Yeah, you good with that?”

  Paul could only nod.

  “Okay. Breathe now.”

  Paul drew in a huge ragged inhale and let it out with an equally ragged laugh. “Show me what to do?”

  “For tonight, you just lie there and look pretty.”

  And that was all he would let Paul do.

  At first, Paul was relieved that he didn’t have to worry about the mysterious preparation he’d heard was so important for pain-free anal sex.

  He had done some research after all; whenever he’d had some privacy. And he hadn’t known
how he would react to it. For some reason, it seemed dirtier to stick his finger in someone’s ass than to stick his dick in the same place.

  It was like he could think of dick as something separate from himself. There was a certain detachment he’d always felt during sex. But his hands were part of him. He ate with them, held his stick with them. Would he be turned off? Maybe even grossed out? Would he have to talk himself through it?

  By the time Robbie was up on his knees straddling Paul’s legs, arm stretched behind him with two fingers buried in his own ass as deep as he could reach, Paul was begging Robbie to let him touch, to let him see.

  Robbie’s cock strained upward, bouncing with every thrust of his fingers. The look of concentration mixed with pleasure on Robbie’s face, and the sighs and curses coming from his mouth were driving Paul crazy.

  Robbie slapped Paul’s hand away as he reached for Robbie’s cock. “Stop that. Try to touch me again, and I’ll tie your hands to the headboard.”

  He laughed when Paul’s cock jerked hard against his stomach at the words. Paul blushed pink, but gave Robbie a sheepish grin, not denying the effect the image Robbie was painting had on him.

  “Oh, we are so going to do that. And very, very soon.” He pulled his finger out from where he had been stretching himself. “But right now, I need you to hold on.”

  He placed Paul’s hands on his hips while he rolled a condom over Paul’s dick and lubed him up.

  Paul’s hands trembled. This was really happening. He was really going to do this.

  Robbie kneeled up a little and reached behind himself to grab Paul and line him up. “Ready?” he asked?

  No. Yes. I don’t know. “Yes,” Paul whispered. “Please.”

  Robbie kept his eyes locked on Paul’s as he pressed down.

  Oh, my fucking God, Paul thought as Robbie opened up for him. Oh, my God.

  “Fuck, Paul,” Robbie said, eyes fluttering shut. “You feel so fucking good.”

  Paul couldn’t breathe. The hot, silken crush of Robbie’s body forced all the air out of his lungs. He may have forgotten how to breathe. His hands slipped down, fingers scrabbling and grabbing at Robbie’s strong thighs.

  Oh, my fucking God. Holy fuck. Jesus Christ.

  Now he knew why people always took the Lord’s name in vain during sex. The feeling was that overwhelming. It was a religious experience.

  Back in high school and then in the Major Juniors, it had been easy enough not to date. He hadn’t felt any burning need to, so he became every girl’s safe date. Parents loved him. He was a nice Christian boy who wouldn’t take advantage of their daughters.

  There had been girls he’d kissed in college; he’d gotten awkward blowjobs from girls that left him unsure of what he was supposed to do afterward.

  And he’d had intercourse with women exactly twice.

  Neither time had been terrible. He’d been able to do it and have an orgasm, but it hadn’t seemed worth the trouble.

  It certainly hadn’t touched his soul and blown his mind.

  Robbie slid down the last little bit with a groan. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Nothing had ever felt so good.

  And then Robbie moved, and Paul lost the ability to think.

  He leaned back, hands behind him, bracing himself on Paul’s thighs. The muscles of his torso flexed with the sinuous roll of his hips.

  Paul couldn’t resist running his hands over every inch of Robbie’s abs. Robbie moaned on every slow slide out and grunted when he slid himself back onto Paul’s cock.

  Paul lifted his head off the bed to see. Robbie’s cock stood out from his body, red and hard. Paul had to touch it.

  “Oh, yeah. Touch me,” Robbie said, panting when Paul wrapped his hand around him.

  It felt like Paul’s soul was getting sucked out of his dick. With each drag up Robbie’s walls tightened around him like Robbie was reluctant to let Paul leave.

  A gorgeous red flush started to work its way from Robbie’s cheeks and down his throat. He leaned forward on his knees, thrusting himself harder against Paul.

  Paul felt his orgasm build in his entire body. Robbie cursed steadily as he slammed himself down on Paul.

  Paul wasn’t going to last much longer. “Kiss me. Please,” he begged, pulling at Robbie’s shoulders.

  Robbie folded down on top of Paul, sliding his arms underneath his shoulders and pressed their lips together. Neither one coordinated for anything so complicated as an actual kiss.

  “Feels so good,” Paul said with a moan, crushing Robbie against him. “So fucking tight around me.”

  “Jesus, Paul. Fuck, fuck. Come on. Fuck me. Show me how good you can take care of me.” He slid his hips almost all the way up.

  Only sheer force of will and five days’ practice kept Paul from coming right that instant. With a growl, he planted his feet flat on the mattress and thrust up, slamming himself into Robbie over and over as fast as he could pump his hips.

  The slap of his body against Robbie’s was shockingly loud in the room.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Robbie cried. “Harder. Fuck.”

  Robbie buried his head in Paul’s neck and cursed, loud grunts forced out of him every time Paul slammed home.

  Paul drove into Robbie like he would die if he stopped. Each time his cock hit just the right spot, Robbie shouted and jerked. Paul felt their heartbeats pounding where they were joined.

  Paul shoved his cock into Robbie and held him still against his body. Robbie trembled on top of him. “Touch yourself,” he begged. “I have to come. God, please.”

  Robbie snaked a trembling hand between them. As he reached for his cock, Paul pulled out quickly and then slammed back in.

  Robbie’s hand clenched around his cock, and he arched up from Paul’s body. Back bent, he yelled as he shot out pulse after pulse of hot come all over Paul’s stomach, chest, and chin.

  Watching Robbie’s face contort with pleasure, feeling Robbie clamp down on his cock, dragged Paul over the edge, too.

  White-hot ecstasy jolted up his spine and slammed into the base of his skull. His muscles locked up as he shot hard into the condom.

  Robbie collapsed down to Paul, spent, as his orgasm trailed off. The change in position jolted another quick orgasm out of Paul. He groaned from deep in his soul and, closing his eyes, hugged Robbie as tightly against him as he could.

  That was it. It was done. Paul could never go back. He could never un-know what it felt like to be inside another man.

  20

  Paul

  “So?” Robbie asked, rolling off of Paul. “Was it good? Was it everything porn promised you?”

  Paul couldn’t speak. He didn’t trust his voice, and he could feel the tears trying to escape. So he signed. Better. Best.

  Robbie took his hand and kissed each finger one by one. “I can’t believe you learned sign language because of me.”

  “It wasn’t just because of you,” Paul objected.

  “Yes, it was. Admit it.”

  Paul reached for the Saint Sebastian medallion resting on Robbie’s chest. “Why did you keep this?”

  “Touché.” Robbie took the medallion back, flipping it from Saint Sebastian to Saint Christopher and back. “I kept it because it reminded me of you. I don’t know why, but I felt we had a connection that night.”

  “Me, too,” Paul admitted. “And I did learn how to sign because of you. I thought I could impress you if we ever met again.”

  “Well, it worked. But I’m more impressed with the way you fucked me just now.”

  Paul moaned in embarrassment. “You can’t just say things like that out loud.”

  “If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be doing it,” Robbie said. “That’s what my mother always told me. That, and you can never have enough lube.”

  Paul gasped. “She didn’t! You didn’t talk to your momma about that.”

  Robbie laughed out loud. “Oh, she did. And we did.”

  “I can’t even imagine.”

/>   Robbie sat up with a groan and stretched. “God, that was amazing. Please tell me you’ll want to do it again soon?”

  “Tonight?” Sleep was already tugging at Paul’s eyelids.

  Robbie yawned. “Not unless you don’t care if I’m awake for it. I had big plans.”

  “I guess you’re all talk,” Paul said through a matching yawn.

  “Yep. A big, fat liar.” Robbie disappeared into the bathroom. Paul heard him turn the water on and then off. A few minutes later, he came out with a warm washcloth.

  He tossed it onto Paul’s stomach. “I’m too tired for a shower, and I don’t want to go deal with my hair. Did you want to shower?”

  “Not if you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t.” Robbie shoved Paul over and slid under the covers. “I can’t stay awake another minute. Try not to snore too much.” He took the washcloth from Paul and tossed it in the direction of the bathroom. “Night.” He rolled onto his side, his back to Paul.

  “Night.” Paul stared at the ceiling, afraid to move. They hadn’t shared a bed before. Rooms, yes. Beds, no. Not all night.

  “I can hear you thinking,” Robbie muttered. He reached behind himself, hand flailing until Paul grabbed it.

  Robbie tugged Paul forward until he wrapped his arm around Robbie’s waist. “Be the big spoon and go the fuck to sleep.”

  He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he woke up to Robbie’s morning wood digging into his side and Robbie’s mouth nipping at his shoulder.

  They made out slowly, leisurely, in no hurry to get anywhere. Paul’s stomach audibly rumbled.

  “Hungry?” Robbie asked.

  Paul rolled onto his back. “Yeah. And I have to pee.”

  “Me, too,” Robbie confessed. “Want to shower and then go get some breakfast? There’s a nice place down the block. I have zero food in the apartment.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Can I borrow some clothes? All I have is my suit.”

  “No problem.”

  They got out of bed.

  Paul had been expecting a little bit of awkwardness at least from him. But being around Robbie didn’t feel any different than it had. It was easy. It was always easy.