Geb ran his fingertip over the edge of the frosted glass, his blue eyes on the clock above the shelves. It was nine forty-five, five more minutes until Robin's shift ended. He lifted the glass, the ice cubes clattered; he took a gulp of the gin then put the glass with a soft thud back on the counter.
He sighed. It had been almost a month since he planted a first kiss on Robin and even though he had managed to press a lot more kisses on Robin's lips, with a grope here and there, he was nearing toward his objective too slowly.
Geb leaned his chin on his hands and his eyes found Robin, who was had back turned toward him clearing glasses on the shelves. He admired the line of Robin's shoulder, his green- and-white clad back, and zoomed in on Robin's tight ass, hidden under green cargo pants. Geb already succeeded in groping those two globes, feeling the texture of that smooth skin, for a second or two, before his feet had been stomped on.
He watched as Robin cleared the last glass from the counter onto the shelf and untied his black apron It ended up on the hook by the door with a metal sign: employees only, through which Robin, with, "I'm off now," disappeared.
Geb looked at the clock again. Ten p.m. sharp. He emptied the glass and paid the nice brunette who replaced Robin behind in the bar, then stood up and went through the same door as Robin had. He leaned on the bare wall of the hallway and watched Robin gather his things from one of the lockers at the end of the hallway.
"I really don't appreciate you coming here and ambushing me day after day." Robin slung the bag he took from the shelf across his chest and closed the locker. He turned and went toward the door. "And you better not try anything today."
Geb reached out and grabbed Robin by his elbow. "You said that yesterday too."
"Geb. Stop it." Robin tried to slip out of Geb's hold.
Geb turned them and with his hands on Robin's hips pushed Robin against the wall. "How can I stop, when you look good enough to eat?" He pressed a kiss on Robin's mouth and slid his tongue between Robin's lips; he tasted Robin, explored and seduced him.
Robin ended the kiss; he took a few big breaths.
Geb slid his knee between Robin's legs and leaned in for another kiss.
With his palms against Geb's chest Robin pushed Geb back. "No."
"Yes." Geb slid his hands under Robin's shirt.
Robin sighed, he crumpled a fold of Geb's blue T-shirt between his fingers. "Just once?"
"Hmm?" Geb closed the inch that separated them, his palms hot on Robin's skin. He had to sample as much as he could before Robin started to struggle in earnest like he always did, sooner or later, the killjoy.
"Just once and then you'll leave me alone?"
"What are you talking about?" Geb was tugging up Robin's shirt.
"I will let you fuck me once."
Geb's hands stilled, his blue eyes intense on brown ones. Robin would let him fuck him? He smirked. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my charm any longer."
"But after that you have to leave me alone," Robin said. "And since you got me all excited, if you have a lube and a condom, we can use a storeroom and get this over as soon as possible."
"What?" Geb frowned and stepped back. He had worked on Robin with the intention that when Robin submitted to his advances Geb would take him home and thoroughly acquaint himself with Robin's body, not have a quick one in the storeroom.
"Let's go." Robin sidestepped Geb and wrapped his fingers around Geb's wrist, pulling him along behind him. "I would like to be home by eleven."
"Are you serious?" Geb stopped at the storeroom door, a frown on his forehead. He should have been happy that Robin had finally relented, but to do it in the store room? And the way he talked, it sounded like it was some unpleasant business one wanted to be done with as quickly as possible.
"Yeah." Robin opened the door and stepped into the room. "Don't tell me you haven't done it in places like that."
"Yes, I did, but..." Geb grabbed the edge of Robin's shirt and pulled on it, stopping Robin's progress into the room. He was never an unpleasant bother before and he wouldn't become one now. Not even for a chance of having Robin.
It seemed that instead of seducing Robin he had only managed to bother Robin to the point that Robin was ready to give him what he wanted just to be rid of him. And goddamn, it felt like a low blow to the stomach. Geb sighed. "I'm sorry."
Robin turned.
"You don't have to sleep with me to get me off your back." Geb ran his fingers through his black hair. "I wish I had realised sooner that I was such a nuisance to you. I really am sorry. I won't molest you anymore." He gave a sour smile to Robin who stared at him. with eyebrows lifted and surprise in his eyes
When Robin stayed silent, Geb turned around and went through the door back into the bar. He slumped down on the bar stool behind the counter and ordered a new drink. When he got the glass filled with colourless drink and ice cubes, he took a big gulp; the taste of the gin filled his mouth. That was a first time in his life that he had given up on something that he wanted and it left a bad taste in his mouth. He really, really wanted Robin and he could be doing him right now, but the reason behind Robin's submission… He grimaced.
The door into the private quarters opened and Robin walked through it. Their eyes met.
Robin frowned and it seemed like he was about to make his way toward Geb.
Geb averted his gaze and focused his eyes on his glass. From the corner of his eye he could see that Robin stopped for a second or two and then went toward the entrance. Geb lifted the glass and emptied it, then ordered a new one.
Geb was at his sixth glass when somebody wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed a kiss on the line of his jaw.
"Marshall."
"Hi." Marshall squeezed himself between the stools.
"Go away."
"No."
"Marshall!"
"What?"
Geb wrapped his fingers tighter around the glass. "Go away. I'm not good company tonight."
Marshall leaned on Geb's side, his hand on Geb's back. "What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Liar," Marshall said. "I have been watching you for the last half hour downing drink after drink. What's going on, Geb?"
"Nothing."
"How can you say nothing?" Marshall tapped his fingers against Geb's thigh. "You never drink like that. And it's not just that. You have been weird lately. You turn down every guy that comes close to you and you don't even flirt with them anymore. What's happening?"
"Nothing, really." Geb took a sip of his drink. He just didn't feel desire for anybody but Robin lately. Maybe Michael was right and this was love. Could it be? He put the glass down on the counter, the ice cubes clanked. "Michael said that I was in love."
"With Robin?
"Hmmm. Not that it matters. He doesn't want me."
"Don't be sad." Marshall snuggled closer to Geb.
"Who is sad?" Geb patted Marshall's head.
"Yeah, you don't have a reason to be sad. You have me and I'll always want you." Marshall smiled.
But Geb didn't want Marshall. He wanted Robin. "Marshall, I know that I never said this to you before, but you've wasted too much time on me already." Geb turned sideways; he cupped Marshall's neck, his eyes intense on Marshall's face. "You have to stop waiting for me and find somebody to be with longer than your average three months."
"I can't. There isn't anybody that I would like better than you." Marshall smiled.
"I'm not joking." Geb ran his fingers through Marshall's blonde curls. He had never worried himself with Marshall's feelings, he usually just discarded them because of how annoying Marshall was, but right now, his first time not getting what he wanted, he understood the disappointment, and got a sight of things he hadn't seen before. "I should have put a stop to your efforts for us to be all lovey-dovey a long time ago."
"Maybe, but that wouldn't have stopped me, not when you were sleeping around like you did." Marshall tilted his head down. "It was my fault, I made you the way you were and I couldn't give up on you until you changed. And now you've changed. Robin changed you. Not me." He looked up, his blue eyes found Geb's. "I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one. But I'm glad anyway."
"I didn't want to be changed." Geb withdrew his hands and gestured to the waiter that he wanted to pay. He stood up, forcing Marshall to release him.
"I know." Marshall hooked his arm around Geb's elbow. "Can I go with home with you tonight?"
"No." Geb pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans; he paid the bill and slipped the wallet back into his pocket.
"Please." Marshall wrapped himself around Geb like an octopus.
"No." Geb removed Marshall from his body.
"Please, Geb." Marshall took hold of Geb's hand. "You were always there when I needed you, please let me be there for you."
Geb closed his eyes for a moment then his eyes were on Marshall again. To go or not to go? He wrapped his arm around Marshall's shoulders. "Let's go to your place then."
As they walked thought the bars door into fresh air of the night, Geb knew how the night was going to end --. with him on top of Marshall. But an hour later, lying on his back on the king size bed in Marshall's light blue bedroom, he was proven wrong, because Marshall was on top of him, straddling him, gently riding him, his insides squeezing around him just the right way.
Geb slid his palms over Marshall's thighs, his eyes zoomed in on Marshall's face. Marshall was so beautiful and fragile looking; he was like a sweet angel with his round face and his golden curls, but contrary to his appearance, Marshall was a greedy little thing and the way he worked that little ass of his could spin man's head., No wonder that ex of his was stalking him. Geb pulled himself up into a sitting position.
Marshall's brows were furrowed in concentration as he leaned forward; he put his palms against Geb's chest, his hips shifting, searching for that pleasured spot and as soon as he found it the rocking of his hips accelerated.
Geb slid his hand over Marshall's neck, down Marshall's chest and fondled Marshall's nipples between his fingers. He always gave so little to Marshall and Marshall gave all of himself to him. He was one selfish individual. No wonder Robin didn't want to have anything to do with him. He hooked his hand around Marshall's neck and drew him into a long, sweet kiss.
Marshall tilted his head, he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around Geb's shoulders, the speed of his lifts and descents accelerated.
Geb's tongue slid against Marshall's and he dug the fingers of his free hand into Marshall's hip, helping Marshall to come down faster, harder. And those wonderful, wonderful muscles were clenching around him and creating sizzling hot friction. He had to steel himself against the desire that demanded he push Marshall down and ram into that that tight tunnel. Damn. How he loved sex.
Marshall ended the kiss; his hips were moving up and falling down in rapid succession, his tight hole squeezing around Geb's cock like a velvet fist. He focused his eyes on Geb's, lifted up and fell down, then lifted his hips up again. "I love you."
Please, don't say that. Geb's hand slid lower, over Marshall's quivering abdomen, he fisted his fingers around Marshall's erection.
Marshall wrapped his arms tightly around Geb's neck, his mews and moans synchronized with Geb's fast breathing.
Marshall's bottom made contact with Geb's groin, he moaned; drop of sweat slid down from his temple down the side of his face and his muscles clenched around Geb almost painfully. "I'm going to…"
"Yeah." Geb thrust upward with his hips. Hard. Repeatedly. "Cum for me." His fingers pumped Marshall's erection in time with Marshall's movement, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing into the room. "Cum for me now."
A white jet dirtied their stomachs and Geb gritted his teeth, he pushed a few more times through the tight vice of Marshall's ass and then the sinful delight shook his body and he emptied himself deep inside Marshall.
Marshall pressed his cheek against Geb's shoulder and something wet tickled Geb.
Tears. Geb hated tears. Hated the effect that they had on him. He took a big gulps of air until his breath became even and then he patted Marshall's head. "None of that, Marshall. You know I don't like crying. You have to stop or I'm leaving."
"I can't help it. It feels like we are saying goodbye to us as lovers." With the back of his hand Marshall wiped the tears from his face. He moved, he lifted his pelvis and Geb's soft cock slid out, then he sat down on Geb's thighs. "And you will leave anyway."
"Yeah, in the morning." Geb removed the condom, tied it up and threw it in the empty, cardboard box of tissues that Marshall had by the nightstand. "We have to stop doing this, for your own good we should be strictly friends."
"I don't want to."
"I know." Geb cupped Marshall's face and pressed a soft peck on Marshall's lips.