show dance on TV?”
Dean laughed. “I suppose. But did you enjoy it?”
Robin coughed. “You didn’t tell me it was gonna be like that.”
“Like what?” Dean knew what was coming.
“So freaking hot. I mean, tights don’t hide a lot anyway, but whoa… That was one helluva sexy number near the end. They did everything but fuck on stage.”
Dean laughed. “Adrian did check to make sure you were eighteen or older.”
“And that explains why the guy checking our tickets gave me a funny look.” Robin sighed. “Why do I have to look so young?”
“Give it a couple of decades and you’ll be complaining about lines and wrinkles.”
“I don’t see why,” Robin remarked. “Look at you, for instance.”
“What about me?”
“Well, you’re in your thirties, and you’re still smoking hot.” When Dean came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, Robin gave him a quizzical glance. “What?”
Dean smiled. “You are very good for my ego, do you know that?” He pointed down the street. “That’s it.”
“Do I look okay?” Robin asked.
Dean thought he looked downright edible. Under his coat, Robin wore his usual tight black jeans, with a button-down black shirt and black tie. “If I told you what I want to do to you because of the way you look, I might get arrested,” Dean whispered.
Robin grinned. “That good, huh?”
Dean kissed his cheek. “You look great.” He peered at the paper Adrian had thrust into his hands backstage. “The party’s in a room on the second floor. It’s going to be packed. And probably very loud.” He squeezed Robin’s hand. “When you’ve had enough, tell me, and we’ll leave, okay?”
Robin gave him a grateful glance. “Is it okay to admit I’m a bit nervous?”
Dean stilled. “Why?” Robin seemed so far from the confident, demanding young man of the previous night. And now that Dean thought about it, the change had occurred soon after they’d left the theater.
“It was the way Adrian looked at me backstage. As if he couldn’t understand what you were doing with someone like me.”
Aw fuck.
Dean put his arms around Robin. “Do you want to know what he said to me?”
“I don’t know. Do I?”
Dean kissed him, taking his time, loving how Robin melted a little the longer the kiss progressed. When they parted, Dean lifted Robin’s chin with his fingertips. “You’ve got this all wrong. Adrian couldn’t believe we’ve only known each other such a relatively short time. He said he was amazed we were such a good fit.” He chuckled. “He said something else too. He recommended I get a lot of sleep, vitamins, and energy drinks, because I was going to need them.”
Robin preened, and the sight made Dean’s heart sing. “Well, if you’re gonna keep up…”
Dean tugged Robin into his arms in the middle of the sidewalk. “I think we’re pretty well-matched in that department, don’t you?” He kissed Robin on the lips, fervently wishing they didn’t have a party to attend, because Dean knew where he’d rather have been right that second.
They resumed their stroll, only this time he took Robin’s hand in his. Damn, that felt good.
“Do you think that? We’re a good fit, I mean.”
Dean cursed himself for not seizing the opportunity the previous night. “When we get back to the hotel, you and I are going to have a talk. And before you start worrying, it’s going to be a very good talk, I promise.”
Robin’s eyes gleamed. “How long do we have to stay at the party?”
Dean chuckled. He loved it when they were on the same page. “Don’t you want to dance with me? We haven’t done that yet, and by the sound of it, there’s music.” He could hear it from across the street.
Robin pressed up against him. “I prefer dancing between the sheets,” he said in a low voice.
“In case I haven’t mentioned this yet?” Dean kissed him, moving his hands slowly beneath Robin’s open coat. “You saying what you want is a real turn-on.”
“In that case…” Robin glanced up toward the source of the music. “Would Adrian be upset if we didn’t show? I mean, there’s gonna be a whole lotta people up there. Do you think he’d miss us?”
One look at Robin’s earnest expression decided him.
Dean peered into the street and yelled, “Taxi!”
By the time Dean was opening the door to their hotel room, Robin’s heart was pounding, and there was a fluttery feeling in his belly that wouldn’t quit. On the ride back to the hotel, his mind was focused on the conversation to