A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,35
word, I’ll bring him backstage too. He’d love that.”
“I can’t wait. Where will you stay? I’d ask you to sleep at my place, but it’s going to be packed. All my roommates are home, and they’ve got guests staying too.”
“Then I’ll book us a hotel. I’ll get right on it once I finish this call.” Part of him was pleased about that. He was very fond of Adrian, but he didn’t like the idea of getting up to anything with him in the next room.
Then it occurred to him. School closed for the holidays at midday the Friday before the performance. If we leave ASAP and come back Sunday night, that would give us two nights together.
Two nights in a hotel bed—with Robin.
Santa was giving Dean his Christmas present early this year.
“Hey, where did you go? Are we done? Is that it?” Adrian sounded amused.
“Sorry. I zoned out there for a sec. I can’t wait to see you again. It’s been too long, and we really need to catch up. So I’ll see you in two weeks’ time.”
“Sure. Do I mail the tickets, or simply leave them at the box office for you?”
“Leave them. You’ve got enough on your plate.”
“Fine. Now go back to drooling over your shiny new toy, and I’ll see you then.” Adrian disconnected.
Dean scrolled to Robin’s number and sent a text. Got a sec? When his phone rang, he couldn’t help smiling. “Hey. Hello there.”
“I was just thinking about you.” Robin sounded a little out of breath.
Dean chuckled. “I’m not going to ask in what context. But from the sound of it, you might need to wipe down your phone when we’re done.”
Silence. “Do you have cameras set up in my room?”
Busted. “Nope, but I was eighteen once. Now… you remember I told about my friend Adrian, who’s—”
“The dancer? Sure.”
“He’s performing Saturday December 21st. And my plan is to leave Lake Placid as soon as we can once school is out, and spend two nights in the city, returning here Sunday evening. How does that sound?”
“A weekend in New York—with you?”
“We talked about this, didn’t we?” Dean was momentarily puzzled.
“Yeah, we did, only… I didn’t think it would happen.”
“Well, it is happening. And I’m calling now because you’ll have to clear it with your parents. They’ll need to know you’re going with me.”
“Yeah, of course. Okay. I’ll work out what I’m going to say to them. Where are we staying? With your friend?”
“No, that’s not going to be possible, so I’ll book us into a hotel. You can tell your parents it’s going to be separate rooms.”
A pause. “But it’s not… is it?”
Heat surged through him. “No, it most definitely is not. If that’s okay.”
He caught the hitch in Robin’s breathing. “It’s okay. Scary, hot, exciting… but okay.”
“And Robin?” Dean smiled. “I’m booking a room with a king-size bed.” The thought of the two of them between soft white hotel sheets was enough to send the blood heading south.
“Aw shit.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I had a little… accident, is all.”
Dean thought that was fucking adorable. “Go clean up,” he said with a chuckle. “Let me know how it goes with your parents when I see you Saturday.”
“Oh. Saturday. Yeah.” Robin cleared his throat. “I’d better finish the call. I have some cleaning up to do. See you Saturday.” Dean was about to say goodbye when Robin said, “Dean? Thank you.” Then he disconnected.
Dean put down his phone and stroked Lady. “So how do you think he’s going to tell his parents?” Lady blinked, and Dean chuckled. Then he thought about it, picked up his phone, and sent Robin a text.
If you need backup when you talk to your parents, let me know.
He couldn’t let Robin deal with this on his own.
Lazily stroking Lady, Dean reflected on the prospect. Two nights with Robin. A big hotel bed, room service… and Robin in his arms, all night long. What shocked Dean was that it was the last part he was most looking forward to.
Yeah. This was already way more than just sex.
Chapter Eleven
The more Robin thought about it, the more convinced he became that his parents were never going to buy it. Maybe Dean coming over and talking to them is the way to go. Except he felt sure that would only lead to more questions. So when dinner time arrived Friday evening, he bit the bullet.
“Guess who I ran into the other night on the way home from Ben’s?” he said as casually as he could manage while