A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,22

And if I thought he’d be remotely interested in a guy my age, I’d pursue that idea, but it’s not gonna happen. Now out.”

“Say hi to Robin for us,” Kris sang as he walked away from the house. “Have fun when you see him next.”

“And tell us all about it,” Kate added.

“Not listening,” Dean yelled as they reached the end of the path. He watched them as they got into their cars and drove away, then closed the door and locked it. He should have known they’d tease him about the age gap.

But am I going to do anything about it?

For all his confession that he was attracted to Robin, Dean knew he wouldn’t make a move on him. Not unless it became obvious Robin wanted that. But there was still the mystery of why Robin had lied about not being able to ski.

Were his friends correct? Was it all part of some ploy because Robin had a crush on him?

There was only one way to find out—talk to Robin.

Robin went into the bathroom to get a glass of water. As he approached his bedroom the sounds from the TV died. Then he caught his name, and strained to listen.

“There must be someone he knows from school. Maybe a boy he hasn’t even considered.” That was his dad. “He can’t be the only gay kid in Lake Placid.”

“Maybe he’s picky,” Mom suggested.

Dad chuckled. “Yeah. Like his mom.”

“Hey!”

Robin had heard enough. He crept into his room and closed the door as silently as possible. He got into bed and lay back against the pillows, his mind turning over his parents’ conversation. He didn’t mind them discussing him like that—he’d figured they would—but what struck him most was his dad’s choice of words.

A boy.

There was only one thing wrong with that. Robin didn’t want a boy. He wanted a man.

I want someone with a little experience.

And hadn’t that been why Ryan had come up with the whole ski instruction scenario? In hindsight Robin could admit how uncomfortable the situation had made him. He’d hated lying to Dean like that. Maybe I needed to come right out with it, and say why I was there. What I want.

Except the thought of getting what he wanted sent dual shivers of desire and terror skittering down his spine, and icy tingles spreading over his skin.

Do I dare? Will Dean say yes?

There was only one way to find out.

From beyond his bedroom door came the usual noises that told Robin his parents were going to bed. Problem was, he wasn’t sleepy.

I could always jerk off. That normally sent him off to sleep minutes after he’d come. He closed his eyes and pictured Dean in his tight jeans and tank top. Fantasy Dean’s crotch was pretty impressive, and not for the first time, Robin wondered what his dick looked like. Is he cut? Is it long? Thick? It was inevitable that such thoughts led to two vital questions.

Would it fit?

Fuck. How would it feel inside me?

Maybe it was time to find that out too.

Robin reached over and opened the nightstand drawer as quietly as he could. It would have made more sense to wait until he was certain his parents were asleep, but he was almost buzzing with the need to discover this new sensation. He removed the bottle of hand lotion, and set it on top of the nightstand. Then he reached under the comforter to take off his briefs. Upon reflection, he pushed the comforter back, and leaned against the padded headboard, his legs spread wide. A squeeze of hand lotion into his palm, and he was ready.

Robin stroked his dick, coating it with the lotion, not forgetting to rub over his balls too. He slid his hand lower, shivering as his fingers came into contact with his hole. There’s no rush. Take your time. He played with his cock, working its length until the shaft was rigid. Of course, by then he needed more lotion, because damn, it soaked in way too fast.

The first problem was one of logistics, namely, how to get his finger up his ass. In the end, he had one heel digging into his ass, while he drew up the other, the ball of his foot pressing into the mattress as he tried to raise his ass higher. He slid one hand down the front of his body, through the crease of his thigh, but it felt awkward. Then he tried with the other hand with a different approach, coming