A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,48

his place. Some school boards required LGBT staff to be more accountable than their straight counterparts, not that Dean had ever run into that kind of trouble.

He was careful to keep his personal life away from prying eyes.

Then it occurred to him that Robin was already way more than a casual hook-up. Dean had no idea where this was going, but he loved it so far.

Robin stirred in his arms, and Dean stilled, unwilling to burst the wonderful bubble that encapsulated them. I want to hold onto this.

Yeah. That feeling right there told him Robin had become a lot more than a younger guy popping his cherry.

Dean had to admit, Robin’s bed hair was kinda cute. He glanced at Robin’s sleeping form, loving how he held onto Dean’s hand as if determined to keep them connected.

How long can we stay like this?

It was a tempting thought, but Dean had to eat something. And then there were the Christmas lights to put up, not to mention decorating the tree.

The Christmas tree that was still strapped to the roof of his car.

Hey, I got distracted. And what a gorgeous distraction. Dean could quite happily spend the rest of Saturday in bed with Robin. But we can’t.

He kissed Robin’s head. “Hey. Wake up.”

Robin stirred in his arms and rolled over to face him, his hair adorably tousled. “Hmm?” Then he gave a sleepy smile. “Hey.”

Dean stroked his cheek. “Ready for lunch now?” Before Robin could answer, a loud grumble erupted from his stomach, and Dean grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. How does a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup sound?”

Robin beamed. “Sounds amazing.”

“Then why don’t I get on that, while you do something with your hair?” Dean tried not to chuckle.

Robin’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, what do I look like?”

“There are two possible answers to that question,” Dean told him. He kissed Robin on the mouth, taking his time. “You look like you just got fucked,” he whispered. Robin’s breathing hitched, and Dean kissed him again. “You also look cute as hell.” It was an effort to tear himself away. “I’ll go downstairs and start lunch. The bathroom is through there, if you want to… tidy yourself up a bit.” And there it was again, the urge to take Robin in his arms, pull the comforter over their heads, and kiss him all over.

Another rumble from Robin’s stomach put paid to that idea.

Dean threw back to the comforter, grabbed his jeans from the floor, and squirmed into them. He pulled on the sweater and tried not to gaze at Robin lying on the rumpled sheet, looking so amazingly tempting.

Lunch. Make the goddamn lunch.

By the time the soup was simmering and the aroma of melted cheese filled the kitchen, Robin was there, his hair only a little tamer than before. He ran his fingers through the longer bit on top, and Dean laughed.

“Leave it. You look fine.” He looked a damn sight better than fine. Robin looked goddamn edible. Dean pointed to the table. “Take a seat. It’s coming right up.” When Robin sat with great care, Dean frowned. “Are you okay? Scratch that—stupid question.” He remembered his first time. After Darryl was done with him, Dean had walked like he’d spent a few hours riding a horse.

Then Dean smiled to himself. Darryl’s dick had been on the large side, so maybe the comparison was more apt than he’d thought.

Robin gave a sheepish grin. “It kinda aches, but it’s a good ache, if you get my drift.”

Dean laughed. “Oh, I do. Not that I get the chance to enjoy the ache very often.” He turned off the heat and poured the soup into bowls. Then he sliced the grilled cheese sandwiches and put them on plates. He brought them over to the table and took a seat facing Robin.

“Can I ask something a bit personal?”

Dean blinked. “I’m not sure it gets any more personal than what we did. Fire away.”

“I’m not sure how to ask this, but… it’s what you said just now. When… when you’re with a guy… do you like to…?”

Dean got where he was headed. “If you’re asking if I like to both give and receive—putting it as politely as I can—then the answer is yes. However, most of the guys I’ve hooked up with in my not very extensive experience, have liked to bottom. I’m happy with that.” He gave Robin a speculative glance. “Do you think you’d like to see what it feels like from the