A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,51

smiled, shifting his position until his head rested on Dean’s thigh. Dean laid his hand on Robin shoulder, stroking it

Robin’s happy sigh was better than any Christmas movie.

There was no putting it off any longer. Robin had to go home.

Dean helped him into his coat and walked with him to the front door. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a wonderful day.”

Robin smiled. “Me too. All of it.” Judging by Dean’s beaming smile, it was the right thing to say.

“With such a perfect day, there’s only one way to end it.” And before Robin could inquire what that was, Dean pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Robin locked his arms around Dean’s neck and deepened the kiss, desperate to hold on to what remained of the day. Dean made a low noise of appreciation, sliding his hands lower to cup Robin’s ass, molding him against Dean’s body.

“You are not helping,” Robin ground out.

“I can’t help it,” Dean murmured. “I start kissing you, and I don’t want to stop there.” With obvious reluctance he released Robin, and opened the front door. “Text me when you get home?”

Robin smirked. “It’s a ten-minute bike ride. I don’t think I’m gonna get lost or ambushed, do you?”

Dean chuckled. “I wasn’t suggesting it from the safety angle. It was more of a ‘let me know when you’re in bed so I can say good night’ sort of suggestion.”

Robin could deal with that. “Okay then.” God, this was hard.

Dean sighed, then closed the door again, before taking Robin’s mouth in a lingering kiss. “Fuck, you’re addictive.”

Laughter bubbled up out of him. “Ditto. But if I’m late back, they’re not gonna be happy the next time I go out. And we can’t have that, can we?”

Dean laughed too. “I’m finding it most amusing that of the two of us, you’re the one acting more mature.” He opened the door again. “Good night, baby.”

Robin caught his breath. “For the record? I loved it when you called me that while we were… upstairs. I love it even more now.”

Dean took hold of his hand. “About what we did… upstairs. I can’t wait till we’re upstairs again.”

Robin couldn’t resist. “Maybe next time we might try it downstairs.” His eyes gleamed. “As long as you remember to close the drapes first.” He stepped outside, grabbed his bike, and wheeled it down the path to the sidewalk where he paused to look back at Dean’s very festive house.

Dean mouthed Goodbye and then Thank you.

It was all Robin could do to stop himself from blowing Dean a kiss. He’s thanking me? Dean had brought Robin’s fantasies to life.

But now it was time to go home.

Robin had almost finished his breakfast when his phone buzzed on the table next to his plate.

Dad chuckled. “Someone’s popular. It’s only eight o’clock.”

“It’s probably Ryan,” Mom commented. “Say hi for us.”

“’Kay.” Warmth barreled through him when he saw it was a text from Dean. Robin picked up his phone and opened the message.

I still haven’t put up Santa and his reindeer. If you want to come over, you could help me blow him up. We might find something else to blow too.

Okay, Robin was pretty sure his cheeks were bright red.

“Earth calling Robin.”

He glanced up to find his dad regarding him with obvious amusement. “Huh?”

“Where did you go to?”

Robin frowned. “Excuse me?”

“You were lost in your own little world just now.” Dad’s eyes twinkled. “That must be a really interesting text.”

“It’s from Ben.” The lie sped up his heartbeat. “He’s wondering what I’m doing now.”

Dad helped himself to more coffee. “He could always come here, you know. You don’t have to go to his place. And I’m pretty sure a PlayStation is mobile.”

Mom cleared her throat. “Maybe Robin doesn’t want to be around us. He spends all week with you. He doesn’t have to spend the weekend with you too.”

Robin’s chest tightened and his stomach roiled. “I’ll stay home.”

To his surprise, Dad frowned. “No, you go out. Your mom is right. You work hard all week, you did your chores yesterday… You deserve some downtime.”

“Are you sure?”

Dad nodded. “Hey, if I’m allowed to relax on the weekend, so are you.” He smirked. “Only, you can clear the table first.” When Robin lurched to his feet and started piling up the dishes, Dad laughed. “You might wait till I finished though.”

“I thought you’d want that last piece of toast,” Mom added.

Slow it down. Act natural.

Yeah right.

Half an hour later, he was walking his bike up