A Guy for Christmas

by K. C. Wells

  Except that all depended on Dean.

  Robin got off his bike outside Dean’s house, and wheeled it up the path. A shadow fell over the lawn, and Robin glanced toward the window. Dean stood there, watching him, back-lit by the room’s warm lights.

  It looks like he’s waiting for me. Robin’s stomach clenched. But waiting to tell me what?

  He leaned his bike against the house and climbed the steps to the door. Dean opened it before he could ring the bell. “Hey. Come on in.”

  Robin followed him into the warm house, and Dean shut the door behind them. Dean waited while Robin removed his coat, then hung it on a hook. Robin toed off his boots, and for a moment they stood there in silence.

  All of a sudden Robin saw the truth. He’s as nervous about this as I am.

  “I’ve just made some coffee—if you even like coffee. I could make hot chocolate if you’d prefer. Or there’s juice, milk…”

  Robin smirked. “I look that young?”

  Dean laughed. “What do you want to drink?”

  “Juice is good.”

  Dean pointed to the living room. “I believe someone is expecting you.”

  Sure enough, Lady was standing on the couch, looking for all the world as though she was waiting for him. Then a little ball of stripes and spots made a dash across the floor, aiming for Robin’s ankles, and he chuckled. “Well hello, Loki. And what chaos have you created today?” Robin crouched, and the kitten had its claws into his knee in seconds, trying to climb him like a tree.

  “Be careful. Loki likes to climb things,” Dean called out from the kitchen.

  “Yeah, I kinda got that part,” Robin hollered back. He carefully pried Loki’s claws from his jeans and scooped him up into his hands. “Someone really nailed it when they named you, huh?” Then Loki snuggled against him, and Robin’s heart was lost. “Wow. You’re good.” He stroked the warm little body, holding Loki to him as he sat on the couch. Lady stepped delicately onto his lap, turned around a couple of times, then settled, her tail curled around her.

  “Hey, Dean? I think I’ve got a new job.”

  “What’s that?”

  Robin smiled to himself. “Cat tree.”

  Dean walked into the room carrying a mug and a glass of juice. His eyes twinkled when he saw Robin. “Aw, look at you.” He placed the glass on the side table at the end of the couch, then stood there, glancing around him.

  “I don’t bite,” Robin said with a grin. “And this is a very big couch.”

  Dean laughed and sat, leaving a seat cushion between them. “How was work today?”

  Robin stared at him. “We’re gonna do small talk?” He put Loki onto the floor.

  “You’re right. But we do need to talk.” Dean sighed. “You were also correct, what you said on the phone. I’ve been thinking about you too.”

  “Am I going to be happy or sad?” Robin’s heartbeat raced.

  “To be honest? I haven’t come to a decision yet.”

  Well, it wasn’t the no he’d been dreading, so there was still hope. “Is there anything I can do to help you make your mind up?” Because right then Robin was willing to do anything, within reason. Then he checked himself. “You know what? That came out kinda sleazy. Forget I said it.”

  Dean settled back against the cushions. “Can I ask you something? When you worked out that this was what you wanted, and you came over here to lay it all out for me… Had you given any thought to how you wanted this to go? I mean, was it to be a one-time-only thing? Or did you envisage lessons, you know, taking you from Beginners to Advanced level?”

  The fact that he smiled when he said it eased Robin’s quaking heart. “Can I be honest?”

  “I always appreciate honesty.” Dean’s eyes sparkled. “After the… skiing lesson, that would be a refreshing change.”

  “Aw, don’t remind me.” Robin had the feeling Dean was never going to let him forget that. “When I first decided I was gonna ask you, I never saw it going any further than that. I guess I thought you’d never agree to it.”

  “Why not?”

  God, the room had gotten so much quieter and warmer. “Well… why would you want to… you know… with a guy like me? A guy my age?”

  Dean frowned. “Why would I not want that?”

  Robin gaped at him. “Because you could have any guy you wanted.”

  “And again, I’m flattered.” Dean took a drink from his mug. “What about your parents?”

  Christ. Talk about killing the mood. If Robin had had a boner at that point, it would have shriveled to the size of a pea. “What about them?”

  “Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that it isn’t a one-time thing. How would you explain to them why you keep coming over here?” Dean’s eyes gleamed. “Or would you simply not tell them?”

  Robin hadn’t gotten that far. “I don’t know!” Then he stilled. “I’ve got it. I could tell them I’m taking lessons from you.”

  “In what?”

  “Painting.” He grinned. “You never know. I might turn out to be a really gifted student.” He shifted closer to Dean, disturbing Lady who jumped down onto the floor.

  Dean narrowed his gaze. “Why do I get the feeling we’re not talking about painting?” His lips twitched, however.

  “I’m good at following instructions,” Robin said in a low voice. “I bet I’m a fast learner too.” God, this sounded really bad.

  Dean chuckled. “You’re certainly fast, that’s for sure.”

  He edged closer still. “I’m ready for my first lesson.” Closer. “Wanna tell me what I’m learning today?”

  To Robin’s dismay, Dean lurched up from the couch. “Christ. Talk about wearing a guy down.”

  Robin was on his feet in a heartbeat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. This… this is all wrong. It feels cheap.”

  Dean faced him, a mere foot separating them. “Stop trying so hard. You don’t need to come up with corny lines.”

  “But how else do I get you to want me?” Robin sighed in exasperation. “Other than by wearing you down and tempting the fuck out of you?”

  Dean ran his fingers through his hair, and Robin caught his breath at the sexy, unkempt result. “You know what?” Dean expelled a breath. “This is driving me nuts. I keep going over and over the same thoughts. Well, no more. I need to forget what my head is telling me, and follow my instincts.”

  Robin swallowed, his stomach tight, his mouth dry. “And what do your instincts tell you?” Then he gasped as Dean grabbed him, hoisting him up into his arms, supporting his weight with his hands. Robin clung to him, his arms locked around Dean’s neck, his legs hooked around Dean’s waist, his heart hammering like a piston engine.

  Dean’s eyes were so dark. “They say, fuck it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Robin’s heart pounded and the blood rushed through his ears, his stomach clenched. Oh God, finally. Dean holding him like this was straight out of his hottest fantasy. Robin clung to him, his ankles crossed behind Dean’s back.

  Dean stilled. “You mess with my head, do you know that?”

  God, he smells so good.

  “You’re not changing your mind already?” Not that Robin was completely against the idea. His lips might have been saying ‘fuck me’ but his body was undecided.

  “I think I’d better sit down.” Dean eased himself onto the couch, Robin still in his arms. “I need to breathe. We both need to breathe, to calm down.”

  Robin straddled his lap, his arms around Dean’s neck. “Breathing is good,” he agreed. His heart was still pistoning like a motor engine.

  Dean placed his hand on Robin’s chest. “Your heart is beating as fast as mine.”

  Robin managed a grin. “And this surprises you? After what you just did?”

  Dean’s hand was gentle on his face as he gazed at Robin. “Yeah. I don’t know what came over me.” There was the flicker of a smile. “I blame you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you. You’re way too sexy for
your own good.”

  Okay, Robin was feeling pretty amazing right then. “You think I’m sexy?”

  Dean’s eyes gleamed. “Fishing for compliments now? Of course you’re sexy. I look at you and I lose my mind.”

  Robin buffed his nails. “Damn, I’m good.” His heart rate was returning to near normal.

  “Brat.” Dean cupped his chin. “Being someone’s first is huge. I want to take my time with you.” He rubbed his thumb over Robin’s lips, and fuck, that was hot.

  “I’m not gonna say no to that,” Robin whispered, his throat tightening a little.

  “Have you ever been kissed?”

  Robin sat so still. “No.” He’d thought about it, dreamed about it, and his heart was thumping at the prospect.

  “Then maybe that would be a good place to start.” His hand on Robin’s nape, Dean gently pulled him down until their lips were about to touch. “Gotta be honest, I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss you,” he murmured.

  The confession was enough to make Robin’s heart quake. He wants me.

  Dean stroked Robin’s neck as he closed the gap between them, and Robin’s first kiss was sweet and slow. Robin closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of Dean’s lips against his. It was intimate, tender, and exactly how he’d hoped it would be.

  Robin didn’t want it to end.

  Then Dean broke the kiss and released him, and Robin fought hard to bite back a wail. “You’re sure you still want this?” Dean’s voice was quiet.

  Robin gaped at him. “Are you kidding? Don’t stop now.”

  Dean smiled before pulling him into another kiss, only this time he pulled on Robin’s lower lip with his teeth and sucked on it.

  Fuck. Robin took his hands from around Dean’s neck and brought them to Dean’s hair, stroking the short layers on the back of his head. When Dean’s tongue found his, Robin groaned and locked their lips with a hunger he hadn’t even known he possessed. And when Dean moaned into the kiss, Robin knew he wasn’t the only one who was hungry.

  Dean pulled away, a little breathless. “Okay… Before both of us get too excited, can I point out a couple of things?”

  Now? Robin wanted to yell. “Like what?” God, tell me he’s not gonna grade me on this. That kiss had given his dick all kinds of ideas, and this was not the time to renege on them.

  “The time. The fact that we both have work in the morning.”

  “And?” This did not sound good.

  Dean stroked a single finger over Robin’s cheek. “And… I am not going to rush this.”

  “Is this all I get? A kiss?” Robin felt so ready for more.

  “I’m not saying that. What I am saying is, I’m going to go slow, so don’t get your hopes up. We’re only going to pop one cherry tonight.”

  Robin stared at him. “How many do I have? Because there was I thinking there was only one.”

  Dean settled back against the seat cushions, his hands on Robin’s thighs. “Let’s see… The first time I get my mouth on your dick.” Robin shivered and Dean grinned. “You like that idea.”

  Robin rolled his eyes. “Duh.” His dick definitely liked that idea, judging by the way it was conspicuously pushing at his zipper.

  “There’s the first time I get these soft lips…” Dean ran his index finger over Robin’s mouth. “…around my cock.” Another shiver rippled through him, and Dean stroked his thighs some more. “Then there’s the first time I get to slip a finger inside—”

  “Stop.” Robin shuddered. “You keep talking like that, I’m gonna bust a nut before we do a goddamn thing.”

  Dean pulled him down into another kiss, only this time he slipped his hand under Robin’s sweater, stroking his belly over the T-shirt. Without breaking their kiss, he freed the hem of his T-shirt from Robin’s jeans, and Dean’s gentle fingers met the bare skin of Robin’s belly. “You’re so soft and warm there.” He trailed his fingertips over Robin’s abs, and Robin couldn’t help laughing. “And apparently ticklish too.”

  “Less talking, more touching,” Robin demanded.

  Dean narrowed his gaze. “You’re going to be bossy, aren’t you?”

  Before Robin could come out with a sharp retort, Dean’s lips moved from his mouth to his neck, kissing him there, and another shudder coursed through Robin’s body. “Okay, you need to keep doing that.” Dean’s hand moved higher under his T-shirt until he reached Robin’s nipples. Dean flicked one with a fingertip, and Robin couldn’t repress the shiver. “Now I know what they’re for.” When Dean gazed at him with a perplexed frown, Robin explained. “When I was little, I asked my mom why guys had nipples, seeing as they can’t feed kids. I think she coughed.”

  Dean said nothing, but pushed up Robin’s T-shirt and sweater, baring his belly and chest. He expelled a breath. “Oh my God, look at you.” Then Robin gasped as he leaned forward to flick Robin’s nipple with his tongue.

  “Aw fuck.” Dean did it again and Robin resisted the urge to grab Dean’s head with both hands and hold him there, because holy fuck, he did not want him to stop. Dean took Robin’s nipple between his teeth and tugged on it gently, and Robin swore he felt it deep in his balls. When Dean’s hand finally rubbed over his crotch, Robin was in heaven.

  “Have you thought about this?” Dean demanded. “How it would feel to have someone touch you here? To have another hand around your dick, stroking it, sucking it…”

  Robin bit his lip. “I did that kid’s trick of pressing my arm against the wall until it felt dead, then touching myself so it felt like somebody else was doing it, not me.” That slow rubbing over his thickening cock was exquisite. Robin pushed into Dean’s hand, biting back moans as Dean sucked on his nipples, his hand moving faster. Robin was hard enough by now that Dean could get his hand around his shaft to give it a little squeeze.

  “I want to see it,” Dean murmured. He popped the button free and Robin held his breath as Dean lowered the zipper a fraction. Robin’s heart pounded as Dean kissed him, leaving his cock untouched.

  “Please,” Robin begged.

  “Please what?”

  “Touch me.”

  Dean’s eyes glittered. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want… I want your hand on my dick.”

  “Just my hand?”

  Robin groaned as Dean’s fingertips grazed the base of his cock through the cotton briefs. “For starters.”

  “Oh good.” Dean grinned. “Because I want to get more than my fingers on it.” And then Christmas came early when Dean eased his hand under the waistband of his briefs, and soft fingers grazed the base of Robin’s cock.

  “Shit.” Robin fought to breathe normally, but that first contact sent need skyrocketing through him.

  Dean’s gaze was focused on his face while he slid his fingers lower still, with no sense of urgency. “You’re hard.”

  Robin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You’d be hard if someone was boldly going where no one had gone before.” When Dean arched his eyebrows, Robin sighed. “This is what happens when you grow up with a dad who’s a Star Trek fanatic. Now, can we skip to the part where you take my dick out, because I don’t wanna come in my underwear, and if you keep that up, that is exactly what is gonna happen.”

  Dean laughed before lowering the zipper all the way. Robin glanced at his own crotch, his erection bulging against the cotton. He moaned when Dean covered it with his hand. “Please, Dean,” he whispered.

  If he looked half as pathetic as he sounded….

  Dean apparently took pity on him and tugged his jeans down over his hips, Robin raising himself up onto his knees to aid his efforts, then did the same with his briefs. Robin’s cock celebrated its freedom by standing at attention, and Dean’s breathing hitched.

  Robin swallowed. What the fuck do you say when your dick is waving in the breeze?

  “You have a beautiful cock.” Dean curled his fingers around it, leisurely sliding it up and down. Then he grinned, and the sight sent heat hurtling throug
h Robin. Dean grabbed hold of him and half threw him down onto his back on the couch. Robin’s heartbeat raced as Dean dropped to his knees beside him, taking hold of his dick once more. He leaned over, his breath warming the head of Robin’s cock.

  Oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please—OH.

  It was nothing like he’d imagined. Dean’s mouth was warm and wet, but fuck, when he slid soft lips down Robin’s shaft, Robin thought the top of his head was going to come off. But that was as nothing to the sensation he felt when Dean sucked hard on his rigid dick.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Robin pushed up with his hips, and Dean erupted into a fit of violent coughing. “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

  Dean spluttered a little, then wiped his lips. “Okay, let’s get into a rhythm here. I’ll keep still—you push up into my mouth.”

  Robin nodded eagerly, before grabbing Dean’s head and holding him there while he thrust up, settling into a rocking motion, his cock sliding in and out of Dean’s mouth. “Fuck, it feels so good,” he moaned, picking up speed. Dean groaned around his dick but made no move to stop him, which was the green light Robin needed to keep on doing what he was doing. Dean gripped Robin’s hips, taking everything Robin had to give, and Robin drove his cock deep, more than three quarters of its length disappearing between Dean’s lips.

  So, so good.

  Too good.

  Robin rocked a little faster, now with shorter thrusts, his body tingling. “Dean…”

  It was all the warning Dean needed, apparently. He pulled free of Robin’s cock a fraction of a second before Robin shot hard, his back arched, his spunk coating him, Dean’s face, Dean’s couch…

  Little by little the shocks faded, and Robin lay with his eyes closed, his body at peace. When Dean cupped his cheek, he opened his eyes. “Wow.”

  Dean was laughing. “Wow is right. When was the last time you jerked off?”

  Robin bit his lip. “Last night?” Okay, like an hour before I got here?

  Dean shook his head. “Well, from where I was sitting, it looked awesome, so I hope it felt that way for you.”