"You are staring at him again." Marshall inched closer to Geb and pressed his body against Geb's side.
"Hmmm." Geb tore his eyes away from Robin, looked down at Marshall and automatically wrapped his arm around Marshall's shoulders. "What?"
"You like him." Marshall's blue eyes were somehow sad as he pressed his cheek against Geb's shoulder. "And not in that shallow way like the others."
"What are you talking about?" With his free hand, Geb took a bottle of water that was on the table before him and took a sip. They were sitting in Michael's bar, waiting for Michael and Gabriel to show up. Michael had gotten tickets to some charity event and Geb, as his best friend, was invited to come along. Of course, because Gabriel (fearing that Geb might some day put a move on Michael) wanted to take Geb out of the circulation and was always scheming in that direction, Marshall was invited too.
"That you like Robin. You have been staring at him since you got here."
"There's something about him."
Marshall turned and checked out Robin, who was standing behind the counter and chatting with a bar patron. "He's hot. I can't say he isn't. But he is a manly man like you, not the petite, girly type you usually go for."
"You mean like yourself? Sometimes taste changes, Marshall. But don't you worry, you will always be special to me."
"I will?"
"Of course you will. I love you, we will always be friends."
"Just friends?" Marshall pouted.
"Just friends. And don't make that face." Geb ruffled Marshall's blonde curls. "You will soon find yourself a new boyfriend and then you won't have time to occupy yourself with me anymore."
"Says you." Marshall unhappily hummed and unwrapped himself from Geb. He put space between them and gave Geb a dark, I'm-not-pleased-with-you look.
Geb watched as Marshall pulled out his phone and started to dial. And from Marshall's "Where are you two?" Geb assumed that Marshall had called Gabriel. He shook his head slightly. Marshall was a doll, really a good and wonderful person, he had just one slight fault: Even after so many years he still couldn't let go of him, still tried to get Geb to date him and claim Geb as his and he could be annoying as hell.
"Can I get you something?"
Geb looked at the direction of the voice and raised his eyebrows at Robin.
"You were staring at me. I thought you wanted something."
Geb smiled, a smile honeyed to perfection perfection, with a charm so melting that he was forbidden to use it in a close proximity of the refrigerators. "Oh, yes, I do. You, ten-thirty, my place."
Robin took a quick glimpse at Marshall, who was still on the phone and rolling his eyes at Geb's shameful flirting.
"I will get you your bill." Robin turned on his heel and went back behind the counter where he started to type on the cash register.
Geb leaned back on the couch, appreciating the hot, tight ass moving away from him. He ran his fingers through his short black hair. What was it about Robin that, even after two weeks of trying to seduce the man and failing, he was still interested in him? Usually he gave up after a first failed attempt. Not that that happened much -- it actually happened only once, when he had tried to pick up one really cute man who turned out to be straight. Actually, he would have charmed him out of his pants if the guy's girlfriend hadn't shown up., Oh, and he had also failed with Lucas, his friend and now his younger brother Set's boyfriend, but crazy-in-love gay didn't count.
Marshall, who had ended the phone conversation and pocketed the phone, pouted and lightly hit Geb over his shoulder. "You are such a bastard. Flirting in my presence."
"You are not my boyfriend, Marshall. And I just looked at him. Wouldn't you want to have that well-defined body under you, that face flustered and those lips moaning your name?" Geb could actually felt the blood traveling into his south parts and warmth spreading through his body. Just talking about and imagining fucking Robin got him excited. That had never happened before. Damn, he had never gotten hooked on anything, but he felt that this desire to have Robin in his bed and under him could turn into an obsession if he didn't do anything to prevent it.
"I would rather have you. On me." Marshall put his hand on Geb's, his I'm-a-sexy-kitten expression on his face.
Geb looked Marshall. Really looked him. Was that the case with Marshall? Was Marshall hooked on him the way he was getting hooked on Robin?
Xxx
Geb promised himself that he wouldn't go into Michael's bar during Robin's shifts, but after only two weeks of abstinence from Robin, here he was again, sitting behind the counter, his eyes on Robin, following Robin's every move like a hawk.
He had been celibate these last two weeks, a really rare occasion for him; he didn't even feel a need to go out, the only place he wanted to be was here. Sitting on this chair and watching Robin. He rested his chin in his hands. What was wrong with him?
"Geb. Are you alright?" A warm hand descended on Geb's shoulder.
Geb looked up and there was Michael, a worried expression on his face. "Fine. Why is everybody asking me that?"
Michael slide on the stool beside Geb. "You have been acting weird. You have been staying at home on weekends. That's never happened before. "
"It happens." Geb clasped his fingers around his frosted glass of Schweppes.
"Not to you," Michael said and turned toward Robin, who as soon as he spotted Michael, went toward them and waited for their order. "Hello, Robin. Give me a white coffee, please."
Robin nodded and he was off toward the coffee maker.
As if he were hypnotized, Geb's eyes followed the slight rocking of Robin's hips and he didn't get it. What was the reason that he couldn't tear his eyes off Robin? Ok, he was good looking and he had a great body that showed he worked out, but Geb had seen -- and fucked -- far more beautiful men than Robin.
So why?
Some might have said that it was because Robin had refused him, but Geb doubted it was that. He had never been much for the thrill of the hunt.
What was so special?
"I can't believe it." Michael's eyes were staring in disbelief at Geb. "You have finally met your match."
Geb tore his eyes away from those seductive swinging hips and raised his brows at Michael.
"He's got you." Michael closed his gaping mouth and then smiled. "I never thought I would see this day."
Geb's brows rose higher.
"Geb." Michael wrapped his arm around Geb's shoulders. "You have a crush on Robin."
"Don't be ridiculous." Geb pushed Michael's arm away.
Michael chuckled, put his arm around Geb's shoulder again, and pulled him against his side. "Somebody is in love."
Geb rolled his eyes. Yeah, right. He was about to deny Michael's preposterous claim, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a brunette closing fast on them, anger flashing in his eyes and fury in his step. Gabriel looked pissed. Geb smirked, leaned his head on Michael's shoulder and imitated Marshal's I'm-a-sexy-kitten voice. "Of course I am. With you, my darling Michael. Have been forever, but you only have eyes for Gabriel."
"Michael, what is this?" a voice hissed and nails dug into Michael's arm that was hooked around Geb's shoulders. "What the hell are you doing?
"Gabriel." There was a flash of panic in Michael's eyes. He turned and the arm that was on Geb was now wrapped around Gabriel's waist, holding Gabriel close.
Geb's smirk grew as he watched Gabriel's dark face.
"I knew it. I knew it," Gabriel's voice was like a swish of a whip, his eyes hard on Michael. "Cheater."
"Cheat on you? Never." Michael gathered a reluctant Gabriel in his embrace, he started to whisper something into Gabriel's ear.
Gabriel's face slowly started to lighten up and the deep frown between his eyes smoothed out, he looked over Michael's shoulder at Geb, then put a distance between Michael and himself so he could look into Michael's eyes. "Are you sure?"
Michael nodded and Gabriel's eyes were on Geb again. Measuring him, calculating.
Geb frowned at Gabriel. He didn't like that look, the little shit had something on his mind, and he had a sinking feeling that that something involved him.
A click of porcelain against metal and all eyes looked at the source of the sound.
Robin pushed a cup and saucer closer to Michael, then with one hand on the edge of the counter he greeted Gabriel and asked what he could bring him.
"Bring me a juice please." Gabriel slid out from the embrace of Michael's arms and sat on the stool beside Michael, his hand possessively on Michael's thigh.
Geb watched them for a moment, then shook his head and decided that taking a leak would be a good idea. He stood up and went behind the counter, through the door at the end of the counter into a private part of the bar where Michael and Felicia's office, storeroom and a private toilet were, because there wasn't a chance in hell that he was using a public toilet. He was anal like that.
Having done what he came to do, he washed his hands and was out in the hallway, going back to the bar, when the storeroom's door opened on his left and suddenly he had his hands full of Robin and boxed juice.
Geb's arms wrapped around Robin's waist, a few boxes fell down on the floor, but the one Robin still held stayed between them. Electricity traveled up Geb's spine and he was about to release Robin like a hot potato, but then those eyes, those chocolate brown eyes looked at him and he couldn't keep himself from staring back, from wanting to get closer. Their noses bumped and he pressed his lips against Robin's. The smallest of pecks, just an innocent press of lips on lips, but he could swear that his skin tingled and that his heart made a turn in his chest because of it.
He put an inch between them and those lips followed his, and Geb could feel a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. And he'd thought that he had lost his touch. Yeah, right.
Robin's body stiffened, it was like he had just read Geb's mind, and he kneed Geb in the groin. "Don't do that again." With a frown between his eyebrows he turned and rushed out through the door.
That hurts. Grimacing, Geb doubled over and his hands flew toward his crotch. Ok, that wasn't how he would have planned things, but damn -- a smirk flashed through his grimace -- before Robin kneed him, he was about to kiss him back.