by Jen Davis
“Almost there, baby.” Robby’s fingers pulled out, and a blunt pressure pushed against him. “It’s a toy. I bought it special for tonight.” He swept the slick rubber over his opening. “I’m gonna fuck you with it.”
The lusty rasp was back in Robby’s voice, and it pushed aside any reservations. “Do it.”
The stretch he’d felt before had been child’s play. Still, Robby moved the rubber toy with infinite slowness past the ring of his muscles. No pain, but a slightly uncomfortable fullness.
“Lift your ass now for me, baby. Face down, on your knees.”
The new position changed the feeling entirely. More oil dripped down as Robby kept his promise, fucking him with the dildo. It hit something inside of him and made him shudder.
But in a good way.
“You like it?”
He could only whimper.
“Take your dick in your hand.”
Oh Christ. Robby’s slick fingers joined his, slathering the oil over his cock. The dildo’s torturous, exquisite slide continued from behind as more pleasure assailed him from in front.
“You could come this way,” Robby crooned.
Soon. Matt groaned.
“Or you could come with my cock inside you.”
Could it feel any better than this?
He imagined the slap of flesh—the way his body would rock, filled to bursting—Robby thrusting in mindless pleasure.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“Yes, what?” Robby kept the movement of the toy agonizingly slow. “Say the words.”
“I want you inside of me.” No shame. No embarrassment. No doubt.
Robby licked the shell of his ear. “You just keep working your needy dick, love. Soon, you won’t know where you end and I begin.”
Matt heard a rip of foil before Robby pulled the toy away, and while he thought the dildo could prepare him for the sensation of another man inside him, it was a pale imitation. The fullness, the stretch finally reached the level of pain, and he clenched against the invasion.
Robby stopped inching forward but didn’t pull out. “Jerk it. Just focus everything on your dick…on how good it feels. Imagine my mouth on it. I loved the taste of you, baby. It’s like your come was made for my tongue.”
With every dirty word and thought, Matt’s attention zeroed in on the slide of his hand.
More oil. Movement behind him. Then Robby was fully seated in Matt’s body. His lover reached around and circled his length. Played him like a violin. Then pumped his hips.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He couldn’t tell if it felt good or not.
Robby pulled away and flopped onto his back beside Matt. “Climb on top of me.”
His brain couldn’t follow the words. Too many sensations bombarding him at once. “Huh?”
“You’ll have more control this way.” Robby tugged his arm, and he settled on top as commanded.
Robby reached behind him, slathered more oil on his dick, and pointed it at Matt’s opening. “Slide down slowly.”
He didn’t think…he just moved. Robby held completely still, except for the hand gliding over his shaft. And it was so much better. In this position, the fullness didn’t hurt.
He swiveled his hips, and the feeling rocked him to the core.
“Yes, baby. Take what you want.”
And he did. Leaning forward, he blanketed Robby’s body with his own, his slick dick sandwiched between his stomach and Robby’s. Twin points of pleasure sent his body into overdrive, his frenzied movements stimulating his own cock while swallowing Robby’s inside him.
He burrowed his face into Robby’s neck, breathing in the smell that was uniquely his. “I’m gonna—”
Robby clutched his thighs, slamming himself upward. Hitting the perfect spot. Once. Twice.
He shouted as he came, and in just seconds, Robby’s body went rigid beneath him, signaling his own orgasm. Collapsing into a heap, he lay on top of the other man until he realized he was probably crushing him. He only managed to slide a few inches to the right to curl up next to his lover’s sweat-soaked skin.
Robby kissed the top of his head, and within moments, Matt fell into the oblivion of well-earned sleep.
***
Robby
As Matt’s spent body curled against him, Robby granted himself five minutes to bask in the joy of the moment before sliding out of the bed. He yanked off the condom, tied the end, and dropped it into the garbage can just inside the bathroom.
He waited until he closed the door before he turned on the light. His skin was sticky and his body sore in all the right places. It had been years since the last time he’d flexed some of those muscles. Though if he was lucky, he’d be using them again very soon.
Flipping on the spray, he stepped into the shower, hopping back when he realized the water wasn’t heated yet. But the warm up happened fast, and soon, the hot stream enveloped him.
As he hung his head forward, water sluiced over his short hair, down his neck, and over his chest. He grabbed the soap, turning it over in his hands, and built a lather he spread over his skin. Thankfully, the massage oil he used was water-soluble, so it washed away without too much scrubbing.
Matt would need to shower too.
His heart thumped in his chest as he thought about the trust and responsiveness his partner had shown him tonight. Every order obeyed, every request between them, honored.
Except one.
He sighed. Sooner or later he’d have to face that demon, but not tonight. Matt would have too many questions, and the answers would lead nowhere good.
It was bad enough he knew about the addiction. It would only be worse when he knew the reasons for it.
Of course, he’d have to share the details of his history with Matt at some point. The broad strokes he’d offered had seemed to be enough, but Matt deserved to know everything. The only problem…no one who really knew him ever wanted him for long. And there was no one who knew all of his secrets. He should’ve considered this before now, but he’d really never let himself believe they could be together this way.
Fantasies were one thing. In fantasies, he never had to worry about getting triggered by fingers in his hair or who knew what else he had lurking beneath the veil of his subconscious. In fantasies, he never had to worry about what he looked like naked when the lights were on or whether he’d have the nerve to answer hard questions with the truth if Matt ever thought to ask them.
Tonight, he kept things as close to the perfection of his dreams as he could. And hands down, it had been the best sexual experience of his life. Not because Matt let him top; he’d topped before. It was no guarantee of control. To be sure, his partner had all of the control tonight. One word from him and everything would’ve stopped or changed course to please him.
No, he loved the experience because Matt let him worship his body. And Robby did it because he wanted to. It wasn’t a transaction or exchange. He needed absolutely nothing in return.
Oh, but he wanted plenty. He wanted more kisses. More bouquets of flowers. More opportunities to see the desire and easy affection in Matt’s eyes when he looked at him.
He wanted to dance in the man’s arms. Slow dance, not the bump and grind stuff he did at Nitro.
He wanted to snuggle together on the sofa and watch scary movies on Netflix. Unwrap presents together on Christmas morning. Hold hands in the park at sunset.
The longing for it all overwhelmed him.
But for those things to happen, he had to give Matt a chance to make an informed choice. As amazing as this night was, he’d taken a shortcut to get here. Until he bared his secrets, the best he could get would be for Matt to fall in love with a lie.
He climbed out of the shower, dried off, and crept back into the bedroom to slip on some cut-off sweatpants and a white long-john shirt.
Matt mumbled something in his sleep, and he caught himself staring at the lithe strength in his torso and the dark liquid silk of his skin.
No way around i
t. He’d have to tell Matt the truth for the wishes of his heart to ever be a reality.
But he wouldn’t spoil tonight.
Climbing back in the bed, he kissed Matt’s forehead, breathing in the lingering smell of sex and massage oil.
Maybe tomorrow.
Sometime soon. What could waiting a few more days hurt?
Chapter TWENTY-TWO
Matt
Matt woke up sticky, crusty, sore, and more than a little shocked to find himself stark naked next to another man. Of course, Robby hadn’t exactly needed to twist his arm to get him here. A couple of kisses and he was ready to roll over and beg for every drop of the guy’s thorough, careful attention.
He chanced a glance at his bed partner, who had changed into his pajamas and now snored lightly, curled around a pillow on his side. He couldn’t see Robby’s entire face, but his clear, pale skin damn near glowed pink at his cheeks, and his tousled hair paired with his soft, relaxed expression made him look like a freaking angel.
Thanks to the sun’s rays, seeping in through the blinds, he could see the bedroom for the first time. A small space, not much bigger than the double bed where they’d slept, with a single tall dresser made out of particle board. A framed photo graced the top, featuring a smiling Robby flanked by Brick and Kane, both grim-faced and possibly poised to kick someone’s ass.
Such an unlikely trio. But somehow, they fit. Just like he and Robby fit.
Biting back a groan, he levered himself off the bed. Thankfully, he didn’t disturb Robby’s sleep.
He trudged to the bathroom and made quick work of cleaning himself in the shower. It sucked a little he’d missed his chance to do this with Robby, but they’d have other opportunities, right? And he couldn’t begrudge the man the chance to clean off all this crap before it dried. Thank God, he kept his body mostly hair free or it would be exponentially worse.
Bathing complete, he toweled off, sparing a glance at himself in the mirror. Stubble coated his jaw, but there was no help for it. A shave would have to wait until after he finished up at the bar. As it was, he was going to have to double time it to run home and grab a clean shirt before his shift.
His red button-down may not have raised any eyebrows if it was still in its original condition. Minus buttons? A whole different story.
Creeping back into the bedroom, he swiped his discarded clothes from the floor, then tugged them on. He kneeled beside the bed and shook Robby’s shoulder gently. “Rob.”
Nothing.
He tried again. “Babe. I’ve got to go to work.”
Robby cracked one eye open. “Hmm?”
“I’ve got to—” His breath left his body in a rush as Robby yanked him down to the bed into a bear hug.
“Stay.”
If he didn’t need his second job so much, he’d stay in a second. Snuggled up to Robby, his lower half flush against the other man’s thigh, at least one part of his anatomy would have happily sold his soul for the chance. His other head still made the decisions, though. At least for now. “You could tempt a saint to sin.”
He kissed Robby’s scruffy cheek. “God knows, you tempt me, but you’ll have to settle for knowing I’ll be thinking about you all day. I’m opening the bar this morning; I can’t flake out.” Even if by some miracle, he and Patty could work out custody without the lawyers, he needed the security the money would bring.
“Fine.” Robby released him, dropping his arms dramatically to the bed. “I’ll just have to console myself with Double Points Sunday playing Battlefield.”
He reared back. “Without me?”
Robby shrugged. “I do what I have to do to keep the loneliness at bay.” Grinning, he nudged Matt away. “Now, you’d better get out of here before my baser nature takes over, and I decide to coax you to stay with the best blowjob of your life.”
As far as threats went, Robby was clearly a master. Hopping off the bed, he skittered backward to the door, then leaned against the frame. “Thank you—for last night. I never knew it could be so…”
“Amazing? For me too.” Robby sat up. “There’s a lot we need to talk about. If things are going to be serious between us.”
“Things are already serious between us, Rob. At least for me.” His secondary alarm sounded on his phone, warning him his shift was less than an hour away. “I’m working a double. I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow?”
“I can’t wait.”
***
A busy day at Closing Time kept him from thinking too deeply on the night he’d spent at Robby’s, but the resulting unfamiliar physical sensations kept it on the periphery of his awareness. As a result, by the time he got home at the end of the night and tumbled into bed, his face hurt from smiling so damn much.
His grin finally retreated when he faced the Q-Center Monday morning. It wasn’t the place. Actually, he was excited to help make Robby’s vision a reality there.
He didn’t worry about facing Robby either. In fact, he couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around the man and kiss him senseless. Only, he couldn’t really give into the temptation—not at work. Could he?
Did Robby tell the other guys they were, what, dating? Were they dating? They’d never talked about labels for it. It sure felt like they were dating.
Part of him wanted to grab a megaphone and tell the whole damn world that Robby Jordan was spoken for and completely off the market. The other part? Scared shitless.
For multiple reasons.
Obviously, his high school memories had something to do with it. The other guys had hit him hard before Patty stepped in, calling him queer and names far worse. Some had threatened him straight out, saying they were going to kick his ass or something equally lacking in creativity.
He didn’t worry about Brick or Kane thinking less of him for being gay—which, hey, guess those high school pricks were right after all, at least in a way—but he wasn’t quite so sure about the other guys on the crew. Brick and Kane never seemed to judge Robby, but he had no idea how Will, Cyrus, or Evan would react.
Kane and Brick presented a different problem entirely. Those men treated Robby like family. What if they thought he wasn’t good enough for their friend? What if they warned Robby away?
Maybe Robby would have his own reasons for keeping things low-key right now. You know what they say about assuming. He didn’t want to make an ass of himself or anyone else…and Robby wasn’t always an open book.
Okay. So, a hello kiss was off the table. Should he just nod? Pat Robby on the shoulder? Text ahead?
“Yo, Matt. You waiting for the seasons to change, brother?” Kane elbowed him lightly on the arm. “Get your ass in gear. We’ve got a lot of shit to do and not a lot of time before we need to get back to the Sandpiper Development. Berringer is cool with our community service, but we can’t get behind on his houses.”
Kane linked their arms at the elbow and dragged him through the door of the newly leased portion of the property. The rest of the team was already inside. Cy and Evan pulled up the carpet while Brick and Will marked the walls in the places where they planned to add sheetrock.
Robby and Xander had their heads together, looking at some papers on a clipboard. Before he had a chance to plan his move, his lover looked up and flashed a sultry, secret smile, scorching him to the bottoms of his feet. And no one noticed.
Bashful as a blushing-freaking-bride, he smiled back, and nearly tripped over his own feet when Kane stepped in front of him.
“Where do you want us, Xan?”
The foreman glanced up at Kane’s question, then gestured back to the front door. “You and Matt can start hauling in the posts from the back of my truck.”
Well, then, no need to sweat their reunion at all.
The day moved by quickly as they worked efficiently, putting up the wood bones of the bedrooms. Basic pipes already ran to a toilet and sink in the back, but they had to call in plumbers to set up the line for the shower and add a tankless hot water heater. The setup wasn’t fancy; the narr
ow stall would only allow for one person to turn around in and get clean, but Robby swore it would be a godsend to someone. Or several someones.
By quitting time, his back and shoulders ached, and he damn-near swayed on his feet. The energy generated from his sub sandwich at lunch had abandoned him hours ago.
Brick and Kane waved goodbye as they hit the exit together. Cy and Evan followed two steps behind. Other than Robby and himself, only Xander and Will remained, and they chatted over plans in the far corner of the room.
“Wanna grab dinner with me?” At least the hard work had effectively snuffed out any residual nervousness. Matt leaned against the wall, fighting gravity.
“You sure you’re up for it?” Robby raised one eyebrow in a move Matt was sure came from Brick.
“I can’t bear the thought of a TV dinner tonight, and I’m too tired to cook. Señor Patrón is right down the street. We can grab some tacos or something. Their bar service is pretty quick.” His mouth started watering as he thought about the seafood enchiladas.
“Sure. Go grab us a couple of stools, and I’ll meet you there after I wrap up with Xander.” Almost every day, Robby managed to be the first person in and the last person off the job. The guy was as sure as the sun, basically the antithesis of Patty this past year.
A short walk later, the familiar arched ceiling greeted him. He didn’t get to eat out too often, but he couldn’t always fight his soft spot for Mexican food. When he allowed himself a treat with his money, it either went to a used PlayStation game—or here.
Snagging a padded wooden chair at the bar, he settled in and placed his keys on the seat beside him for Robby. He ordered two glasses of water from the bartender and zoned off, staring at the rays of a rising sun painted on the far wall.
He nearly jumped out when Robby whispered in his ear. “This seat taken?”
Robby’s smile took his breath away. Matt transferred his keys into his pocket and gestured for Robby to sit. “I’m starving. Do you know what you want?”