Safe Harbor

by Welch, HJ

  He was going to double-check it was both what they really wanted. Robin had hooked up with a couple of so-called straight guys over the years, and they could get really nasty post orgasm. Not that he thought that was what Dair would do, but he wanted to make sure.

  Dair blinked in confusion. “Um, what if I want to go fast? Do you want to slow down?”

  “Oh, no, I’m full steam ahead.” Robin nodded vigorously, then proved his point by grabbing the hem of his Henley and yanking it over his head.

  Unfortunately, as he did so, he shattered any kind of seductive move by whipping his glasses off his face as well, sending them flying.

  “Shit!” he cried, looking hastily around for them.

  Dair chuckled and stepped over by the desk. He reached down and scooped them off the carpet, offering them to Robin as he stood back in front of him. “Do you need these?”

  Robin gulped. His was half-naked, half-hard, and fully turned on. But he was also a little bit scared.

  What if this ruined everything between them? Well, if it was going to do that, the damage was probably already done. So he shook his head and touched his hands to Dair’s hips.

  “I can see you just fine. That’s all I need.”

  Carefully, Dair folded the arms and placed Robin’s glasses on the dresser. Then he cupped both sides of his face to kiss him again.

  It wasn’t long before desperation crept in. Robin hadn’t had sex in months, and he knew for Dair it had been even longer. Robin got his hands on Dair’s nice white shirt, yanking it free from the jeans, his hands skimming the rock-hard muscles underneath. Dair moaned into his mouth, the sound going straight to Robin’s cock. As fast as he could, Robin’s nimble fingers worked their way down Dair’s buttons, freeing his chest.

  As the shirt floated to the ground, Robin gasped. His hands and lips couldn’t seem to decide where to settle as they fluttered against the expanse of perfectly molded flesh. A swathe of light, curly hair dusted his pecs and trailed down his stomach, reaching below his waistband.

  Fuck, Robin wanted to lick all of it.

  By mutual, wordless agreement, they broke apart to scramble out of their pants, leaving them just in their underwear. Then Dair dropped onto the bed, taking Robin’s hand and dragging him down after him. Robin giggled as he practically landed on top of this hunk of a man. For a fleeting second, he wondered if he should be embarrassed by his slim physique. But then Dair’s hands were caressing everywhere, and for once in his life, Robin couldn’t care less that he was skinny.

  For once in his life, he felt fucking gorgeous.

  He knew that was thanks to the hungry way Dair was looking at him. The way his hands were stroking and squeezing him. The way his kisses were impatient and hard and so goddamned hot.

  Robin ground his cock against Dair’s through their briefs, delighted with the way Dair gnashed his teeth and moaned. Dair’s hands gripped his ass tightly, kneading the flesh like warm dough. Robin whimpered against Dair’s mouth. His lips were throbbing from kissing, and he fucking loved it.

  Dair wrapped his arms around Robin’s back, dragging him down so his whole body was lying on top of him. Then he rolled so Robin was underneath, and Robin dropped his head down on the pillows in ecstasy. This was exactly where he wanted to be. Pinned under Dair’s tremendous weight, feeling every inch of him against his skin.

  Robin grabbed Dair’s significantly shorter hair and tugged as they kissed fervently. He felt like he was on fire in the best possible way.

  Recklessness overcame him. Dair made him feel strong and brave. Normally during sex, Robin was always worried about opening up too much and giving too much away. But he wanted to give Dair everything, even if it was just for one night.

  “Do you like my cock?” he whispered, rolling his hips provocatively.

  Dair gasped, looked down at where they were both straining hard against their underwear and rubbing against each other.

  “Oh my god,” he rasped. “That’s so fucking hot. Can I take them off? Can I see more?”

  He hooked a finger under the waistband of Robin’s briefs, running it along against Robin’s stomach, making the muscles spasm and contract. Robin kissed Dair’s mouth again and again. “You want to see me naked?”

  Dair gripped the back of his head and pushed their groins together with delicious force. “I want to make you come, beautiful. I want to watch you unravel. Let me take care of you.”

  Robin had to swallow and snatch a second to compose himself. His dick was throbbing, and he could have very well orgasmed in that moment with no other stimulus. But he desperately didn’t want to rush this. He wanted it to last for as long as it possibly could.

  He gasped a couple of breaths. “Yes, Dair. Yes.”

  Dair reversed down the bed, not taking his eyes off Robin’s. He slipped both his thumbs over the waistband, then slowly and carefully lifted Robin’s briefs over his hard, leaking cock, making it bounce. Robin groaned as he watched Dair slowly drag the underwear over his ass, then down his legs. The way he flicked them aside like they were no longer of any relevance made Robin’s stomach flip and his cock throb.

  He watched ravenously as Dair stood, pushing his own underwear off in one easy motion. Robin had glimpsed the outline of his magnificent cock their first night here, but nothing compared to seeing the real thing in all its glory. It was thick, just like Robin has suspected, and just the right length. The tip was bright red and shiny with precum. Fuck, Robin wanted to get his mouth on it so badly.

  But for now, he was more than happy when Dair crawled back on top of him, rubbing their now completely naked bodies together again. Their wet, hard cocks bounced and slid together. It was good, but Robin wanted it to be the best it could. So he took Dair’s large hand and guided it between their bodies.

  “Hold us,” he said.

  Their lips were almost touching, but not quite, as their panting breaths mingled together. Dair looked down as he took both their cocks and wrapped his fingers around them. As one, they thrust into the fleshy tunnel, crying out in pleasure.

  Robin was making Dair do that. His body was reducing this incredible man to a gasping, trembling, dripping mess. Fucking hell, he’d never felt so powerful.

  “Fuck, yes, Dair,” he hissed. “Fuck me like that. Holy shit, I’m going to come.”

  He still had a little way to go before he climaxed, but Dair made him want to whisper the filthiest things. Things he’d never in his life had the guts to say out loud, only in his mind while he jerked himself off to private fantasies.

  “I’m yours. Play with my body. Fuck me, Dair. I want you to come all over me. Do it harder. Fucking claim me.”

  Dair moaned and kissed him so hard their teeth clashed and Robin’s lips probably bruised. He was jerking them off at a frantic pace, grunting so loudly Robin was incredibly glad they had the house to themselves.

  “Robin,” he whispered. “Oh my god, you feel amazing. So perfect. I think – I’m gonna come.”

  “Me too.” Robin dug his fingers into Dair’s back, not wanting to lose their pace. “Don’t stop, holy fuck.”

  They sped up until Robin crashed over the edge. His orgasm dazzled him momentarily as he squeezed his eyes shut so hard he saw stars. Dair yelled, burying his face into his neck. Warm cum splashed between their bellies, painting them both with the evidence of their pleasure.

  Dair clung on to Robin, smothering him with his gorgeous arms and falling down so their bodies were completely pressed together. But Dair held his weight up enough so Robin didn’t feel trapped. As their cocks softened, he breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling while gently running his fingers through Dair’s damp hair.

  Exhaustion was washing over him rapidly. Already, he was struggling to keep his eyes open. They needed to clean up. They needed to talk about what had just happened. But today had been an emotional roller coaster, and Robin’s body was shutting down whether he liked it or not.

  The last thing he remembered was Dair gently ki
ssing his cheek. “Sleep, hon,” he murmured.

  At least, that was what Robin hoped he said before he slipped into slumber.

  17

  Dair

  After four nights, Dair was getting used to waking up in Robin’s bed now.

  What he wasn’t used to was waking up naked.

  For a moment he froze, thinking he’d drunkenly forgotten to put on his pajamas or something. But within a second, his memories came flooding back of the night before.

  “Fuck,” he whispered as quietly as he could to himself. He blinked in the morning sunshine streaming around the edges of the curtains. It was a lot to process, but the panic Dair expected never materialized.

  Much like their first selfie on Instagram, holding hands, sharing a bed, or their first staged kiss, it just felt good. The ‘wrongness’ that Dair would have anticipated simply didn’t arrive.

  As Dair turned to look at his sleeping lover, all he felt was a fullness in his chest. Robin smelled sweet and warm. There was a faint lingering of their lovemaking from the night before in the air, but nothing overpowering. Just human scents of two people who’d spent the night together.

  Dair bit his lip and reached over to very gently brush a tuft of Robin’s auburn hair from his forehead. He was snuggled up on his side with his hands under his head, hugging the pillow possessively and breathing softly.

  Fuck, he’d never been sexier than he was last night. It was like he’d come alive under Dair’s hands in a way he would never have thought possible. He was playful and alluring and hot as sin. The way their two cocks had felt rubbing together inside Dair’s fist had been a totally new and awesome sensation.

  Dair couldn’t wait to try it again.

  Would Robin, though? Although they’d both confessed to liking each other, that didn’t mean Robin would want to do anything more with someone inexperienced like Dair. And he didn’t just mean sex with a man – because he was pretty sure that had a lot in common with sex with a woman.

  Dair didn’t know anything about being LGBT. Only what he’d gleaned so far from Robin, Peyton, and the experiences he’d had this week. It was an alien culture to him and it didn’t feel right striding in this late in the game. It was like he was cheating. He wasn’t even really certain how he felt about the whole labeling thing or what he’d say to people if it came up. Yes, Emery had called him pansexual, but was that right?

  What he did know was that lying here beside Robin after their night of passion was making him feel calm. He scooched over and slipped his arm over Robin’s waist with the comforter between them. Their heads rested on the same pillow and Robin’s hair tickled Dair’s nose.

  Dair thought he might have heard people moving in the house beyond. It was so strange for him not to have alarms set and a strict schedule. In the Marines, they’d lived and died by the clock, and back in Seattle, he was always trying to cram workouts in between shifts at odd hours.

  It was like being in Pine Cove was helping him to breathe again.

  At some point, he dozed off again, curled around Robin’s warm, lithe body, all wrapped in the comforter like a hotdog. He could still taste Robin’s mouth on his tongue, sweet and tangy from the chocolate and beer. Images of their night replayed in Dair’s mind as he drifted in and out of sleep. Dair had forgotten how damn alive he felt having sex.

  Eventually he was pulled into consciousness again as Robin stirred under him. Dair smiled before he even opened his eyes, nuzzling his face against Robin’s thick hair. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured.

  Robin snuffled and rubbed his eyes adorably. When he looked at Dair so close to him, several emotions appeared to fly across his face. “Oh,” he said softly. “Hi.”

  “Is everything okay?” Dair asked. He’d be crushed if Robin regretted last night, but he’d absolutely respect that if he had to.

  Robin squeaked and glanced downward. “We appear to be naked.”

  Dair laughed. “Yes. It was a lot of fun.”

  Robin exhaled and relaxed in Dair’s arms. “You don’t, um, you’re cool with that? Like, uh, that we, uh-”

  “Had great sex?” Dair supplied. “Yeah, I’m pretty thrilled about it, actually. I was surprised for half a minute, but I quickly got over that.”

  Robin bit his lip, then grinned. “Oh my god,” he hissed. “Wait – wasn’t there a lot of…” He gestured between their stomachs. Dair grinned.

  “Mess? I hope you don’t mind, but I cleaned us up a bit. You passed right out.”

  Robin grimaced. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” Dair shook his head. “It was cute. You had this little smile on your face, and I took it that you were pretty satisfied.”

  Robin stared at him for a moment. Then he laughed and covered his face with his hands. “I can’t believe this happened. Is happening.” He peeked out from behind his fingers. “It was great, wasn’t it? I mean, I thought it was, but, oh…” Color drained from his face. “Holy fuck. What did I say to you?”

  Dair pulled Robin’s hands down and stared him straight in the eyes. “You were confident and slightly outrageous, and I fucking loved it. Potty Mouth Robin is my new favorite Robin.”

  “Oh, shut up.” Robin giggled and squirmed, trying to hide again.

  So Dair pulled him into a kiss.

  Instantly, Robin melted in his arms, his lips soft and malleable against Dair’s. Their previous kisses had been filled with fire and fight. This morning it was tender and gentle. Dair felt his heart swelling…as well as other things.

  He hummed and grinned against Robin’s mouth as their morning wood bumped together. This was something different and exciting for him. He thought back to how he’d jerked off to that scene between two imaginary guys in the shower. Now he was getting to live it for real.

  The kiss slowed naturally, then Dair opened his eyes to gaze into Robin’s topaz blue ones. “I don’t think this is fake anymore,” he said. It felt pretty obvious to him, but it was most definitely better to discuss these things than assume.

  Robin bit his lip, worry creeping back into his eyes. Dair rubbed his back. Somewhere during their kiss, the comforter had shifted so their bodies were slotted perfectly together in an embrace.

  “You want to, um, be boyfriends?” Robin asked, sounding unsure.

  Dair’s uncertainty around jumping to any labels yet resurfaced. He caressed the small of Robin’s back with little circular motions as he considered his words. “Is it too fast?”

  “Maybe?” Robin chewed his lip. “Don’t get me wrong. This is, well, it’s amazing. But I’m still not a hundred percent sure what ‘this’ is.”

  Dair let out a breath in relief. “Me neither. But I like it. How about we just continue as we were? We were telling people we’d only just gotten together, after all.”

  Robin nodded, a smile spreading over his face. “That’s true.” His eyes lit up and he got a cheeky look on his face that Dair loved. “Dair Epping, would you like to go on a date with me?”

  Dair laughed. “Why yes, Robin Coal, I’d love that. I heard there’s a fair in town especially for you.”

  Robin rolled his eyes. “And a few hundred other people.”

  Dair leaned in and touched his lips to Robin’s neck. “I think the best party is the private one we’re having in here.” Robin moaned, sending blood pumping down to Dair’s cock. “I had a bit of a fantasy the other day,” he murmured, feeling Robin’s pulse under his lips and tongue. “I jerked off thinking about one guy sucking another off while he touched himself. Do you want to do that?”

  Robin gasped. “Oh my god, can I blow you?” he rasped. “Your cock is a work of art. I’m not even joking.”

  It may not have been a joke, but Dair laughed in delight anyway. He rolled onto his back, pulling Robin on top of him. He ran his hands down Robin’s slim sides, loving how he twitched a little when Dair found the ticklish spots. The sheets pooled around them, just covering Dair’s legs and leaving Robin completely exposed. He appeared to notice
, and self-doubt flickered across his face. But Dair held him firmly on either side of his ribs and looked him in the eye.

  “You are seriously gorgeous, Robin. You turn me on a ridiculous amount. I can’t believe it took me so long to figure that out.”

  Robin blushed beautifully and bit his lip. “Thanks,” he mumbled through a grin. “Uh, I mean, you’re fucking stunning. I’m sure you know that, but, yeah. It’s a ten out of ten from me.” He gave him two thumbs-up. It was so dorky it made Dair chuckle and fall a tiny bit harder for him.

  “I’m happy with that score.”

  He caressed the side of Robin’s face. A thrill shot through him as Robin caught the tip of his thumb between his lips and sucked in a promise of things to come. He was such a delicious contradiction of shyness and sass. Dair suspected the confidence was closer to who he really was. Somewhere along the way, he’d learned to question how hot he was.

  Dair really, really wanted to help him remember his true nature. “What are you going to do to me, baby?” he asked, his pulse racing in anticipation.

  Robin’s pupils were blown wide, leaving just a thin ring of brilliant blue. He bit the end of Dair’s thumb. “I’m going to suck your big cock,” he rasped. “I’m going to make you come down my throat. I want to swallow it all.”

  Dair couldn’t help but gasp. His erection was rock hard now as Robin ground his ass against it. “Yes, I want it,” he hissed. “I want to see you touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me, hon.”

  Robin bit his lip as he looked down and wrapped his long fingers around his slightly curved cock. Dair hadn’t thought much about anyone else’s junk before. But he decided he liked Robin’s. It was slim like him, but long enough he could get his whole hand around it.