A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,49

other side?”

“I’m not sure.” Robin bit his lip in that adorable way of his. “Whenever I thought about… you know… I was on the receiving end.”

“You never cease to amaze me,” Dean said with a smile. “One minute you’re shy about expressing yourself, and the next, you’re bold as brass.”

Robin’s cheeks flushed. “Think about it. My parents don’t talk to me about this stuff, and then I have Ryan who has no filter. I figured he was the better role model when it came to talking about sex.” He snickered. “So sometimes I channel Ryan.”

Dean locked gazes with him. “I’ve got a much better idea. Be you.”

Robin cleared his throat. “So it’s not wrong if I like being a… receiver?” That flush on his cheeks was sexy as fuck.

“There’s no right or wrong way,” Dean said decisively. “It’s however you want to do things. And if you’re happy bottoming, then that’s fine.”

Robin put down his spoon. “You don’t want me to…?”

Dean forgot about his own growling stomach. This was more important. “Only if you want to, okay?” He grinned. “But if you’re happy being a bottom, I’ll go with that. What I’m trying to say here is… say what you need. What you want.”

Robin’s eyes gleamed. “So if I want to tie you to the bed, you’d let me?”

God, Robin was definitely a fast learner.

Dean gave a casual shrug. “I have a collection of ties you could use.”

Robin’s breathing hitched, and his eyes were like saucers.

“Fuck, your expression…”

“What about it?”

Dean chuckled. “It’s a mix between ‘OMG did he really say that?’ and ‘Go fetch the ties.’”

A tide of red emerged from beneath Robin’s neckline and crept over his face.

“I guess what I’m trying to say to you here is… sex is healthy. It’s not wrong. It’s to be enjoyed.” Dean tilted his head. “You looked like you enjoyed the fuck out of your first time.”

Robin bit his lip. “It showed, huh?”

“Oh, there might have been a few clues,” he teased. “But you should never feel afraid to voice your needs. Only, be prepared not to get what you want every time. I am not a vending machine.” He smirked. “Sometimes the slot gets stuck.” When Robin’s brow furrowed, Dean sighed. “Real life sex is not like porn, okay? Some things are okay to watch—and that’s as far as I’ll go with them.” He wasn’t about to get into specifics—it was way too early in the scheme of things to be discussing fetishes and kinks.

Robin let out a wry chuckle. “My brother might have more of an idea what you’re talking about. I think he has me beat when it comes to porn.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with porn—in moderation.” Dean regarded him thoughtfully. “You could always watch it with me sometime.”

Robin stared at him. “Seriously?”

“Hell yeah.”

“You… you wouldn’t mind?”

Dean laughed. “Only if you get ideas about putting some things into practice. But back to your original question. If you want to stick to bottoming, there’s nothing wrong with that. One role isn’t better than the other, okay? I know there are guys out there who will tell you bottoming makes you less of a man. As far as I’m concerned, that’s macho shit.”

Apparently, that was what Robin needed to hear. He nodded before picking up his spoon and taking his first mouthful of soup. When he’d swallowed it, he murmured, “Feels like I sat a class in Sex 101.”

“Too much information?” The last thing Dean wanted was to come across as preachy.

Robin shook his head. “Just right.”

Dean’s stomach growled, and he gave a chuckle. “I think that’s my body telling me to shut the fuck up and eat something.”

They ate in a comfortable silence. Dean liked that Robin didn’t feel the need to talk all the time. It had to be a rare quality in someone his age, but then again Robin was pretty mature for eighteen.

He continually surprises me. Dean liked that a lot. He also liked that they’d gotten a few things out into the open. It paved the way for more… lessons.

Because he knew Robin wanted more.

And I want more of him. Any way I can get him.

Robin stepped back to look at the Christmas tree. “I don’t think there’s space for one more decoration,” he commented. He had to admit, the tinsel was a nice touch. “Mom doesn’t put tinsel on our tree.”

“It was something we always had when I was a kid,” Dean remarked. He glanced over to the couch where Loki and Lady were watching