A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,68

never known. Dean grabbed the washcloth and soap, and washed Robin’s chest with slow strokes. Robin chuckled. “I think you already did that part.”

“Well, I’m doing it again. I didn’t do such a good job the first time.” Dean kissed Robin’s cheek. “What about kids?”

“Hey, if you wanna rent a few for the trip…”

Dean laughed. “So you don’t have any burning desire to have children?”

“Not really. Maybe later. Besides…” Robin craned his neck to meet Dean’s gaze. “Imagine if I fathered twins. They might turn out like Ryan.” His face contorted in a mask of mock horror.

“Or they could turn out like you,” Dean said quietly.

Robin straightened his features. “What about you? Do you want kids?”

Dean shrugged. “No burning desire here either. I’m happy with my cats. Now, if you asked if I wanted more cats…”

Robin laughed. “Now you’re talking.” He shivered. “I think the water’s getting cold.”

“Then how about we wrap ourselves up in towels, go downstairs, and sit by the fire?” He’d been intending to light one.

Robin’s eyes sparkled. “What are we waiting for?” He stood carefully, and Dean had the perfect view of Robin’s smooth ass, water trickling down his back and beading on those firm cheeks.

Okay, that was so fucking tempting…

“Wait a sec,” he said as Robin placed one foot on the tiled floor.

“What?” Robin’s breathing hitched as Dean spread his cheeks.

“I have to check I washed off all the cookie dough.”

Robin twisted around to stare at him. “I thought you did that downstairs.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being thorough,” Dean informed him, before leaning in to trace over Robin’s pucker with his tongue. Before he got there, however, Robin reached back to spread himself. Dean chuckled. “Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks like that.”

“You can never be too sure.” When Dean reached for the towel he’d used as a head rest, Robin gave him another hard stare. “What, you changed your mind?”

“Hey, I’d rather not taste bubble bath, okay?” He quickly gave Robin’s ass a wipe with it.

“Oh. Gotcha.” Then all talk ceased when Dean buried his face in Robin’s crease. Robin groaned. “Jesus, your tongue…”

Dean made a mental note to pick up supplies from his bedroom. Just in case.

Robin was in heaven.

A roaring fire, a soft rug to sit on in front of it, a warm throw around him, and a mug of hot chocolate. Of course, the best part was sitting opposite. Dean’s throw had slipped off his shoulders, and he sat there naked, the firelight casting dancing shadows over his skin, legs bent, his hands resting on his knees.

“I can’t remember the last time Dad lit the fire,” Robin murmured.

Dean stared into the flames. “When I was house-hunting, a working fireplace was one of the must-haves on my list. I remember when I was little, how we used to sit around the fire at Christmas.” He smiled. “Of course, I had on more clothes than I do right now.”

“I’m not complaining about the view.”

Dean chose that moment to lean back, and it instantly drew Robin’s gaze to his dick.

“You did that on purpose.”

Dean’s eyes twinkled. “I’m sure I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

Robin glanced at the basket next to the fireplace. Lady and Loki were curled up asleep together, and it was the sweetest sight.

Dean followed his gaze. “Cats will always find the warmest spot.” He peered at Robin’s mug. “Are you done with that?”

Robin nodded. His heart raced as Dean took the mug from him, and placed it with his own on the hearth. “When do your friends get here?”

“Not until after dinner.” Dean looked up at the clock on the mantel. “It’s only five o’clock. We’ve got hours yet.”

“Hours for what?” Robin hoped he knew the answer.

“This.” Dean pushed the throw off Robin’s shoulders and shifted onto his knees, giving him a gentle shove as he eased Robin to lie on his back. Dean knelt above him, gazing at Robin’s body. “Do you know how sexy you are in this light?”

Robin stared at Dean’s firm body, drinking in his furred chest and that tantalizing treasure trail, his thick dick that curved up… “Says you, who has to be the hottest fucking teacher that ever walked God’s earth.” The words rang a bell, as though he recalled saying them before. Then Robin laughed. My first fantasy about Dean.

“What’s so funny?” Dean demanded.

There was no way Robin could tell him. He held his arms wide. “You’re too far away,” he complained.

A moment later, Dean lay on top of