Because of The Brave - lanyon Josh - Страница 27
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Robin took Peter’s keys and opened the door. The house was dark and cool inside. Peter thought he could light every light and turn on the heater, even build a fire in the fireplace and it would still feel cold to him. Peter turned on a light.
“Maybe this wasn’t a good—”
“I want to feel something.” Peter put his hands on Robin’s shoulders, pulling him close. “You can make me feel warm again.”
Robin put his arms around Peter, cradling him in an embrace meant more to comfort than arouse. “Come with me.”
Robin pulled him toward the living room, tugging his hand until they came to the light colored leather couch. Peter didn’t let go of Robin’s hand, instead, he went toward him, pushing him down until Robin was lying down and Peter was stretched out on the long, strong length of him.
He couldn’t keep himself from running his hands over Robin’s shoulders and his arms. “Little adrenaline thing here.” He gave Robin’s lips a lick. “I just—”
“Same here.” Robin cupped Peter’s ass.
“It feels wrong though, and I—”
“Shh.” Robin nudged Peter’s face with his chin. “Make me happy, sunshine, I’ve had a crappy day.”
Peter rose to his knees and pulled his shirt off over his head. “Okay.” He pulled up Robin’s shirt and laid a flat tongue against his nipple, swiping the area and raising the flesh there. He felt it pucker in his mouth and savored the man’s hissed response, pulling at Robin’s jeans until the button was open and the zipper was halfway down. “Suggestions will be welcome.”
Robin grabbed his hips and pulled him down, grinding against his ass. “How about you just ride me and make me forget about everything else.”
“Get up and strip,” Peter murmured, moving to the coffee table so he could untie his shoes. “Let’s forget our names.” He felt Robin’s hand on his head for a minute before pulled off his jeans. He flexed his stiff fingers when they stumbled over the laces.
“Your hand okay?”
Peter smiled. “It’s better than Lars’s mouth.”
Robin reached out for the hand in question and brought it in for a kiss. “That was damned cool.”
“I thought so. I figured Aunt Lyndee would be bailing us out of jail tonight.”
Robin shucked off own shoes, then his clothing until he stood, naked and patiently waiting.
“Geez.” Peter barely breathed. “You are one hot fucking man, you know that?” Peter finished undressing and stood before him. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Come here. You’re going to make me nervous standing there staring.”
“Gonna get supplies.” Peter headed to the bathroom to find the condoms and lube. When he came back Robin was sitting on the couch flipping through the news channels.
“Boring you already, am I?” He straddled Robin’s lap and simply sat.
“Never.” Robin grinned up at him. “Just didn’t know what to do with my hands.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get started without me.” Peter placed a condom in one hand and the bottle of lube in the other. He stretched across Robin’s thighs and presented his ass, as though he were getting spanked. “But I think I can help with that.”
Robin ran his hands over and down Peter’s back, gently stroking and cupping the skin of his buttocks. “You’re shaking.”
“After effect of the fight.” Peter rocked and strained against him a little. “I hear getting fucked hard is a universal cure.”
Robin’s muscles bunched beneath Peter as he was lifted and deposited back on the couch in a sitting position. While Peter watched, he slipped the condom on and stroked himself to fullness.
“Far be it from me to refuse you palliative care.” Robin pulled Peter’s legs apart and positioned himself between them, his dick nudging at Peter’s puckered asshole waiting to slide in. “You need a cure? I’m your man.”
Before Robin could go any further, Peter gripped his shoulders with both hands, holding him back. “Yeah. You are my man.”
Robin held still. “What does that mean?”
“Sorry. Stupid. Go.”
“No, what did you mean by that?”
“I…” Peter chose his words carefully. “I just wanted you to know that it’s more than just an aftermath thing. Just…I like being with you. I want that.”
“Me too,” Robin leaned in for a kiss and pushed against him with his dick. “It’s more than this, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Peter let out his breath as Robin’s cock slid into his ass. He held Robin’s hips in a firm grip until he was comfortable with the invasion. He tested their bond by squeezing his muscles together and watched Robin’s face. “Not that there’s anything wrong with—”
Robin closed his eyes. “You’re going to kill me; can I fuck you now?”
“Go slow, baby,” Peter held Robin’s hips as they pulled back and whipped forward again. He groaned and smiled, catching his breath.
“Good?” Robin murmured against Peter’s lips. “Okay?”
Peter all but melted in his hands. “Yes,” he hissed as they found a rhythm together. “Yes.”
Peter’s ass perched on the edge of the couch and Robin knelt facing it, pumping in and out. If he cupped his balls, Peter could see Robin’s thick dark cock slipping in and out of him from where he was half-sitting, half-lying against the leather cushions, and it was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Even as he watched, he burned up inside from the brush and touch of Robin’s cock against his prostate. “C’mere.” He drew Robin to him for a kiss.
One led to two, then more, and he wanted to be joined everywhere with the man, wanted him skin to skin. Robin must have felt it too, because without breaking the kiss he pulled Peter off the couch straddle to him on the floor. Robin surged into him, lifting them both with the force of his thrusts. In this position Peter locked his ankles behind Robin and let himself be crushed, feeling the slip and slide of his cock against Robin’s lightly furred belly.
“You good?” Robin whispered into the skin of his cheek.
Peter nodded, able only to draw in air through his mouth. He grunted with each thrust. Robin slipped his hands beneath Peter’s arms and reached up to clutch his shoulders from the back. As Robin pulled him down and thrust up into him Peter let his head fall back and soared. He was flying. He let go of Robin’s neck, let go of everything, and he knew Robin would hold onto him and keep him safe.
“Oh, fuck, Robin,” Peter whispered, his mouth dry from breathing hard. His heart stuttered like he’d run for miles. He let his hands drop to his sides and Robin held him fast. “Fuck.”
“My soldier man, let it all go and follow me, yeah?”
Robin’s hips jerked as he arched and twisted, slowing down and holding Peter still. Peter’s orgasm built in his spine and he gave it up with a shout that shocked him as it issued from his mouth. He shot ropy jets of cum between their bodies, going limp, hanging from Robin’s arms formless like silken fabric.
Robin shook him a little.
“What?”
Instead of saying anything Robin pressed him for a kiss and they stayed like that until Robin was forced to grab his cock and the condom on it before it slipped out.
Peter rested his head lazily on Robin’s shoulder. “I could stay like this forever.”
“Could you?” Robin gazed at him and Peter knew it wasn’t a casual question.
“Yes.” Peter told him honestly. “Except…”
Robin tilted his head. “Except?”
Peter looked down at the spunk between their bodies. “Except I can’t see blowing off the job I trained hard for, one I’m really damned good at, because some fucktard wants to blackmail me.”
Robin became quiet. “You’re going back.”
“I have to. People count on me. I’m part of a team.”
“Your mom said she thought you’d be deployed again soon.”
Peter nodded. “I want to be straight with you.” Peter realized what he said and rolled his eyes. “Honest. I want to be honest. I’ll be gone. Maybe for a long time. It’s what I do.”
“It’s who you are.” Robin brought his hand up to caress Peter’s cheek. “I would expect nothing less from Shelley and Jonathon Hsu’s son.”
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