A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,65

a Christmas tree, a star, and a heart. That should be enough.”

“I’m sure, but I was aiming for something a little different this year. You know, for that wow factor?”

Robin gave him an inquiring glance. “What were you thinking of?”

Dean grinned. “I found this great site. They make cutters in unusual shapes. And they had this great one, shaped like a dick.”

Robin’s jaw dropped. “You can not make dick-shaped Christmas cookies. That’s just… wrong.” Dean was having a real hard time trying not to laugh, and it took Robin all of two seconds to cotton on. He rolled his eyes. “You’re yanking my chain. Okay, fess up. What shapes do you usually make?”

Dean coughed. “Round ones.” When Robin stared at him, he groaned. “Look, this really isn’t a big deal. And besides, Suze always makes the most popular cookies.”

“Suze?”

Dean smiled. “Miss Martindale to you.”

Robin widened his eyes. “Oh really? Well, maybe it’s time she had a little competition. And we can do that without resorting to dicks.” He grinned and flexed his fingers. “Let’s do this.”

Dean had a feeling Robin was going to take this very seriously.

“I am sorry about yesterday,” he murmured as he removed the ingredients from the cabinet.

“All that matters is, you’re fine now.” Robin cocked his head. “You are fine, right?”

“Oh, I’m great. I woke up early this morning and cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, with a little unwanted help from Loki.” He didn’t want a speck of dust in sight when the gang arrived that evening. “I’ll make the cookie dough. You can be my chief cookie cutter.” He smiled and leaned over to kiss Robin on the lips. “Not that you are remotely cookie cutter. You’re definitely an original.”

Robin looped his arms around Dean’s neck. “You keep doing that, and we’ll still be making those cookies on Christmas Eve.”

Dean reached down to cup Robin’s ass, molding his body to Dean’s. He stilled. “Are you perpetually hard?”

Robin chuckled. “Uh, hello? Eighteen, remember? That’s pretty much my default state.” He grinned. “Besides, do you blame me? Look what I have to work with.”

Dean smacked his ass. “It’s time to make cookies, sexy man.” When Robin gave a cute pout, he relented. “But if you work really hard, and don’t try to distract me, I’ll save some of the cookie dough.” He fell silent, letting Robin figure it out. It had been his idea, after all.

Robin frowned, but then his eyes widened. “Oh. You are feeling better.”

Dean grinned. “I thought you’d like that. Now let’s get to it.”

“Hey, you’re making the dough,” Robin remonstrated. “And if you don’t work faster, it won’t be your dick that gets ‘decorated’,” he air-quoted. His eyes twinkled. “Or should that be ‘dickorated’?”

Talk about an incentive.

Robin sat on a high stool, watching as Dean emptied the cookie mix into a bowl. Dean gave him a speculative glance. “I’m curious. Does your mom know you’ve taken her cookie cutters? And if so, where does she think you’re taking them?”

Robin sighed. “I said I was going to a friend’s house to make Christmas cookies. Her imagination will fill in the gaps.” He lowered his gaze, staring at the warm red floor tiles.

Dean paused in his task. “Deep down, how do you think your parents would react to… us?” And what exactly is us? Because they were way past older guy giving younger guy his first sexual experience. All the indications were that Robin preferred not to tell them.

Dean couldn’t blame him for that.

“I suppose my biggest fear is that they still see me as a kid.” Robin jerked his head up. “They’ve always been supportive, don’t get me wrong. And Ryan nailed it. They think I’m the mature twin. So maybe I’m underestimating them. I mean, Dad is giving me more responsibility in the business. He doesn’t treat me like a kid.” Robin met Dean’s gaze. “Do you think I’m wrong not to tell them?”

Dean took a deep breath and went with the truth. “My biggest fear? That they see me as some… sicko who has gone after their baby. That they think I’ve taken advantage of you, because you trust me as a teacher. And that I’ve abused that trust.”

Robin’s face flushed. “Hey, wait a minute. I was the one who did all the pursuing, wasn’t I?”

“Most people won’t see it that way.”

“Well, fuck them.” He bit his lip. “And you know I don’t mean that.” He lowered his gaze again, clearly deep in thought. Dean got on with his