please.”
Dean laughed. “Well, seeing as you’re being so polite…” He went up the stairs, still holding Robin’s hand, until they were outside his bedroom door. Dean pushed it open. “Give me a second to close the blinds. I don’t want my neighbors scoring us on our performance. Come in when I say.”
Then he went into the room, his heart hammering. Robin, in my bed.
Dean was going to do his damnedest to make it good for him.
He was also going to try his hardest not to come within ten seconds of being inside that delectable body.
Robin had only glimpsed Dean’s headboard when they’d Face-Timed. The full view was much more impressive. The bed had a carved post at each corner done in a dark, glossy wood, and one wall of the room was nothing but mirrored doors, behind which he assumed were Dean’s clothes. The bed was higher than Robin’s, with thick pillows and a solid blue comforter.
Then he forgot all about the room when Dean tugged him close, bending over to take Robin’s lips in a kiss that was nowhere as tender as their first. Within seconds Robin was breathless, wanting more. He grasped his sweater to remove it, but Dean stopped him.
“That’s my job,” he said with a smile. “And I’m in no hurry.” He locked gazes with Robin. “Are you?”
Robin took a couple of calming breaths. “No, I’m not.” Not exactly the truth, but he was willing to follow Dean’s lead.
Dean’s eyes sparkled. “Good.” Then he speared Robin with an intense gaze. “Important stuff first. I haven’t got anything I could pass onto you, okay? I get tested every three months, rain or shine, and there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with me.”
“Okay.” The seriousness of Dean’s focus brought home how vital the moment was. “Nothing to report here either. Not that I’ve gotten a test yet.”
Dean nodded. “Then now’s a good time to get into a regime. You get tested. You share the results with every partner, you got that?”
“I got it.” Robin’s mouth dried.
Dean’s face softened. “I’m not trying to kill the mood, honest. But you need to know this, okay?” Robin nodded, and Dean kissed him. He slid his hands under Robin’s sweater, and smiled. “No T-shirt this time.”
“Yeah. I was—”
“You were thinking ‘less clothes to take off’, weren’t you?”
Robin gave him a mock glare. “Will you stop reading my mind, please? And what if I was? I knew what we’d be doing. I wanted to save time.”
Dean laughed. “I’ll let you into a little secret. There will come a time when you will enjoy taking off a guy’s clothes as slowly as possible. It’s all part of the fun.” He ran his fingers over Robin’s bare skin, and Robin shivered.
Finally. Dean’s words left him in no doubt of what was coming, and although he viewed the act with a lot of trepidation, he ached to know how it would feel to have Dean fill him, stretch him…
“Don’t be nervous, okay?”
Robin decided it was time to share. “Can I tell you something?”
“You can tell me anything,” Dean said in a warm voice.
Robin bit his lip. “You know when Ryan was studying The Importance of Being Earnest with you? Well, I read it. There’s this bit where the girl wrote in her journal about how the guy proposed… only it was stuff that never happened.”
Dean blinked. “Not sure where you’re going with this, but okay.”
“Well… you’ve already fingered me, jerked me off, fucked me—in my fantasies.”
Dean arched his eyebrows. “Oh my. I have been busy, haven’t I? Was I good?”
Robin grinned. “You were amazing.”
“Great. Nothing like a bit of pressure.”
He chuckled. “Trust me. Your dick will feel way better than one of my dad’s cigar tubes. And definitely better than the handle of my hairbrush.” He couldn’t believe he was telling Dean this.
Dean smirked. “You’ve been busy too.”
He kissed Robin’s neck, and another shiver coursed its way through him. “Dean? When you do that? It… it turns me on,” he confessed.
“Good to know.” Then Dean went right on doing it, until Robin’s cock was like a rock. “I think we can lose some of the clothes now.” Robin’s arms were in the air in a flash, and Dean laughed as he removed Robin’s sweater. “Ten out of ten for eagerness.”
“Now take yours off?” Robin wanted to see him.
Dean chuckled. “And there’s that bossy streak again.” He removed his own, and Robin got his first look at Dean’s upper body. Dean’s nipples were firm, standing proud. He