A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,42

a child in their eyes. Their baby.

“So what happens if they find out?”

The thought had Robin’s stomach rolling over. “I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“I get that. But the best-kept secrets have a way of crawling into the light when we least expect it.” Dean reached over and patted Robin’s thigh. “It’ll be okay.”

Robin wished he were so certain of that. He intended to hide the situation from his parents for as long as possible.

They lapsed into silence for the rest of the trip home, Robin doing his best not to think about what might happen if his parents found out. We aren’t doing anything wrong, are we?

He had a sinking feeling his parents wouldn’t see it that way.

They pulled up in front of Dean’s garage, and Dean switched off the engine. “You’re allowed to change your mind, you know,” he said in a quiet voice.

“About what?” Robin whipped his head around so fast, it ached.

“This. Us. Sex.” Dean’s eyes were warm and compassionate. “It’s not as if we’ve done all that much.”

“Do you want to stop?” Robin’s heart started thumping.

Dean studied him in silence for a moment. “Being totally selfish? No, I don’t.” His hand was on Robin’s thigh, only now he stroked it gently. “But just because I want you doesn’t mean you have to go through with it. Not if you’re worried about your parents’ reaction.”

“I don’t wanna change my mind,” Robin said quickly. “These last few days, all I’ve done is think about you. About us.” He swallowed hard. “I want you too.” So much that it hurt.

“Then we don’t stop,” Dean said in an emphatic tone. “So let’s go inside, I’ll make us something to eat, and then we’ll see where the rest of the day takes us.”

“As long as there’s kissing involved, I’m in,” Robin declared.

Dean’s breathing hitched. “There will be kissing as soon as I get you inside,” he assured Robin.

Robin unfastened his seat belt. “Then why are we still sitting out here?”

Chapter Thirteen

The moment he closed the front door behind them, Dean knew he couldn’t wait another minute. The damn tree wasn’t going anywhere, right? He pulled Robin into his arms and kissed him. Robin’s soft moan of pleasure did wonders for his ego, and Dean cupped his nape to lock their lips. Robin’s arms were around his waist, his hands resting lightly against Dean’s lower back, almost as though he didn’t know what to do with them.

He’s nervous. That was understandable.

“Touch if you want to,” Dean murmured. “I don’t mind.”

Robin’s eyes widened. “Okay.” He stroked Dean’s back with gentle, hesitant hands.

Dean chuckled. “Go ahead. I know you want to touch my ass.”

“How did you—”

Dean kissed his neck, loving the shivers that rippled through Robin’s slender body. “That’s not me being arrogant, by the way. I’ve got a good memory, that’s all. I remember being your age. And if it makes you feel better, I want your hands there.” Robin slid his hands lower, cupping his ass, and Dean nodded. “Give it a good squeeze. Let me feel it.”

Robin grabbed him and squeezed hard. “It’s so… firm.”

Dean laughed. “Then all those squats paid off.” Then he caught his breath as Robin’s fingers slid beneath the waistband. “Ah, feeling a little intrepid, I see. Well, what comes first—lunch, or a little exploration?” He wondered in amusement which appetite would win.

Robin’s pupils dilated, his breathing quickened, and Dean had his answer.

“Boots off,” he instructed, toeing off his own. Robin complied in a flash. Dean grabbed Robin’s hand and led him to the stairs. “Let’s take this to my bedroom.”

Robin swallowed. “Okay.”

That was enough to bring him to a halt at the foot of the stairs. Dean drew Robin to him, holding his chin in his hand to tilt Robin’s face toward his. “Anytime you want to stop, just say, okay? We’ll only go as far as you want.”

“And if I want to go all the way?” Robin rolled his eyes. “God, way to go to sound like a horny teenager.”

Dean’s cock hardened at his words. “Let me show you what that does to me.” He brought Robin’s hand to his crotch, and pressed it against his erection. “That’s all you.” Robin’s breathing stuttered, and Dean nodded. “That’s what happens when I think of being inside you.”

“Fuck.” Robin cupped Dean’s shaft, lowering his gaze to look.

Dean barely caught the expletive. He was too busy picturing Robin naked in his bed, legs spread, inviting Dean to—

He shuddered. “Yes, fuck. You want that?”

Robin’s eyes gleamed. “Yes,