A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,31

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 through 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.”

“How long do I have to wait until we do that again?”

Dean gave him a mock glare. “The weekend. I do have papers to grade, you know.” He stroked Robin’s sticky belly and pubes. “Though I know what I’d rather be doing.”

Then Robin’s heart sang as Dean shifted closer and took his mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. Robin looped his arms around Dean’s neck, deepening the kiss, loving how Dean took possession of his lips.

When they parted, Dean caressed his cheek. “You’re sexy as fuck when you come. Not that you aren’t sexy as fuck the rest of the time.”

“You really think that?”

Dean smiled. “Somehow I don’t think you were fishing for compliments that time.” He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching Robin’s. “Yes, I really think that,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful. Thank you for sharing that first time with me.”

Robin’s throat seized, and he couldn’t squeeze a single word out.

Dean simply slipped his arm beneath Robin and held him as he claimed Robin’s lips in a lingering kiss.

With a sigh, Dean sat back on his haunches. “I think we’ve run out of time.”

Robin knew he was right, but his heart sank to hear it. “So… Saturday?”

Dean nodded. “Actually, I’m putting up my Christmas lights and decorations that day. You could help, if you’d like.”

The last thing Robin wanted was for Dean to think he was only there for sex.

“I’d love to,” he said, meaning every word.

Dean beamed. “Great. Come over mid-morning, and we can make a start. With any luck, we’ll be done by the time it gets dark.”

Robin gaped at