Geb leaned with his left hand on his drawing table, his eyes moving between the Site plan and Survey drawing on the drawing board and the Floor plans on the table at which he was currently working.
For the past ten days he had been working on the plan for his grandmother Helen's new home. She had gotten a really excellent offer for the building she was in now, so she had decided to sell and move. And since she 'insisted' that his office, which he had with his mom, be in charge of remodeling and furnishing her home and since she knew exactly what she wanted and was picky, he was swamped with work.
He ran his fingers through his hair. But he was glad of the distraction that the work provided and the lack of time that prevented him from sitting behind a counter in Michael's bar and drooling over Robin.
Robin.
He didn't want to think about him, but he did, every night while he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim him, and through every day too. He thought about how good Robin's skin felt beneath his fingers, the way Robin's breath hitched whenever he pressed a kiss on Robin's neck, just below his jaw line, and how he wanted to have his body pressed against Robin's, moving deep inside him.
Oh, god. Geb leaned on the desk. There he went again, thinking about Robin, he had given himself a boner again.
He looked at the floor plan; he intended to figure out how he was going to add an additional terrace before he joins the group of people who had decided that his living room was the best place for their 'game' meetings that they had once every other week. But maybe he should call it a day since he had already lost his focus -- and gained a hard on. A dry chuckle escaped from his lips.
"Are you done yet?" Marshall was at the doorway.
Geb turned and leaned his backside on the edge of the desk. "Sort of."
"Michael and Gabriel just came." Marshall closed the distance between them. He leaned on Geb and wrapped his arm around Geb's waist. "They brought Robin with them."
Robin was with them? Geb felt his heart made a little leap in his chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Marshall tiptoed down with his hand, his fingers cupped Geb's erection and he lifted his brows.
"What?"
"You're hard." Marshall narrowed his eyes at Geb.
"So?"
"You were daydreaming about him again, weren't you?" Marshall popped open the button on Geb's black cargo pants.
"Maybe." Geb leaned the heel of his hand on the desk behind him.
"I wish you were daydreaming about me. But it doesn't matter. I'm going to be the one taking care of this." He patted Geb's erection.
"We said we are going to stop this."
"You said it, not me. " Marshall opened the zipper of Geb's pants.
Geb sighed and put his hand over Marshall's. For a change, he was trying to do the right thing, but it was hard when Marshall was having none of it, and when Marshall also knew all of Geb's weak spots and which buttons to push to have Geb ready to pound him into the mattress. "Marshall, there are people down the hallway."
"You were never bothered by things like that before." Marshall leaned closer, his free hand sliding over Geb's chest, and he batted his lashes. "Don't you find me attractive anymore?"
"Should that work on me or what?" Geb smirked, his hand on Marshall's preventing whatever fondling of his 'soldier' Marshall had in mind. It was already hard enough to say no as it was.
Marshall pouted and lifted his face like he was offering his lips to Geb and had that oh, master I need you to fuck me now, hard, expression on his face, that in the past had Geb's soldier standing at attention and ready for action.
"Sorry to intrude." A voice accompanied the knock on the doorpost.
Geb, thankful for the interruption, lifted his head and saw Robin standing at the door, a shy smile on his face. Robin. It was so good to see him. The corners of Geb's lips turned upwards.
"They sent me for additional chairs." Robin took two hesitant steps into the room.
Marshall rolled his eyes, giving a last squeeze to Geb's erection before he pulled his hand from beneath Geb and pushed himself away.
Geb had to clear his throat. "They are behind the door." He pulled up his zipper and buttoned his pants.
Robin's eyes zoomed on Geb's groin. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh." Marshall bypassed Robin, cast a last glance at Geb over his shoulder, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He picked up one of the three chairs that were behind the door.
"Don't mind him," Geb said to Robin. Marshall had known that everybody else was too lazy and had singled out Robin to get the extra seats; he had probably intended for Robin to catch them with Geb's pants down. He narrowed his eyes at Marshall who went through the door and down the hallway. The little devil. Not that it really mattered, Robin didn't want him that way, which was such a shame since Geb would love for Robin to be the one willing to take care of the problem that was straining against the fabric of his pants and painfully demanding attention.
Robin's gaze was still on Geb's crotch and a pink blush was decorating the bridge of his nose and his ears, He hadn't moved an inch.
"Is there anything else that you wanted?" Uncomfortable, Geb shifted. Robin staring at his groin didn't really help lessen the tightness of his pants --quite contrary, it seemed that because of that gaze even more blood travelled south. He really needed to go to the bathroom and dunk his head in cold water.
"Emmm, yeah." Robin tore his eyes away from Geb's crotch. "I'm sorry to -" he made an awkward move of hands. "You know."
"Sorry to interrupt what might have been a wonderful blow job?" Geb raised his brow. "Are you by any chance sorry enough to compensate for that?" Geb's eyes focused on Robin's plum lips. He would love to have those around his cock, working on it, and those deep chocolate-brown eyes looking up at him. Oh, god, he would so love that. "How good are you at giving a blow job?"
Robin's eyes widened.
"Relax." Geb shook his head and raised himself off the desk. He would do a lot of things to have Robin on his knees and Robin's mouth on him, but that didn't mean that he was serious, not after what had happened the last time. "I'm joking." He went toward the door, thanking god that he had put on pants enough loose that he could still walk. Damn erection. "I said I wouldn't molest you anymore, so you don't have to worry." He passed Robin.
"I'm not worried." Robin followed Geb.
"If you say so." Geb was through the threshold, when Robin's fingers wrapped around his arm and stopped his progress. He looked over his shoulder.
"I'm…" Robin released him and stepped back. "Ummm…"
Geb turned and titled his head. "Yeah?"
"Well, ummm. I'm curious." Robin played with the edge of his pant's pocket. "Is your promise not to molest me anymore the reason that you haven't been in the bar lately?" His eyes were on something behind Geb. "Because of me? I mean, you stopped coming after - you know." His eyes focused on Geb's face. "I don't want you to stop coming because of me."
"I had a lot of work." Geb said. He fisted his hands and turned to resume his path toward the bathroom. His erection was still causing problems down there and staying in the same room with Robin didn't help it, especially when all he wanted to do was to push Robin against the wall and shove his tongue down his throat.
"You are an architect?" Robin with indicated the desk and the board with a sweep of his hand.
"Yes, I am." Geb threw over his shoulder.
"I always thought you were a manager or a broker, something executive." Robin followed behind.
Geb stopped at the bathroom door, opened it. Did Robin intend to follow him into the bathroom? With his hand on the door knob he faced Robin. "Robin. What are you doing?"
"Uh. What?" Robin frowned. "I'm trying to start up a conversation."
"Stop it and go get that chair." Geb said. He was about to disappear through the doorway when he saw Robin abruptly turn on his heel and start to walk away. It seemed that Robin had misunderstood. He grabbed Robin's wrist. "Look, if you haven't noticed I have a problem and you dillydallying isn't helping. Go get that chair and we will chat later." He released his hold on Robin's wrist and raised his brow suggestively. "Unless you want to give me a hand."
For a second or two Robin stared at Geb, then realization dawned on him and his eyes slid down. "Oh." His eyes slid up again. a mischievous spark in them. "Do you want me to?"
Geb narrowed his eyes at Robin, wishing Robin weren't joking, wishing that he could just pull Robin with him into the bathroom and lock them in for an hour or so. "Don't offer things you don't mean to give." He stepped in the room.
"Who said that-"
Geb slammed the door shut. He'd had enough of teasing. Damn cocktease. He went over to the toilet, opened his pants and with a relieved sigh he pulled out his poor, too long neglected dick. He closed his eyes and started to jerk off with images of his wet dreams bent over the desk, teasing himself for Geb's pleasure. He came in no time and as soon as he cleaned himself he was out in the living room, because Geb had figured out that maybe having a conversation with Robin or even having Robin for a friend might not be such a bad idea, and because it had just dawned on him that he didn't know the first thing about Robin.
Geb started to doubt his decision as the evening was turning into the night, because Robin was too much of a temptation, and his fingers literally itched with the need to touch him. But he did learn a few things about Robin, like that Robin graduated in Art and English three years ago and was still looking for a job in graphic design; that he was fan of Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice, than he was more of a cat person than a dog person; and that he hated being molested, hinting that it was because of some incident from his childhood.
"No wonder you kneed me." Geb shifted, he didn't know why Robin was sitting so close, but the way his skin felt warm where it was in contact with Robin's body was a little disturbing. He put an inch of distance between them. They sat on the comfortable, crimson sofa, watching a basketball game on TV, while Set and Marshall were in the kitchen making snacks and Lucas, Michael, Chris, Tian (Lucas' business partner) and Gabriel were playing Tarok, a card game. Actually Gabriel wasn't playing it, but was observing them with the intention to learn it.
"Robin kneed you?" Marshall plopped on the free side of the couch beside Geb. He wrapped his arm around Geb's shoulders and leaned on him, his eyes on Robin. "You dared hurt the Lovebone."
"The Lovebone?"
Geb rolled his eyes and flicked Marshall's forehead. "Don't talk nonsense."
"Yeah." Marshall nodded and released a happy sigh. "A pleasure giving Lovebone." He rubbed his cheek against Geb's arm and put his hand on Geb's groin. "Yummy pleasure. And yummy, yummy sex. You should try it sometime."
"Don't be stupid." Geb removed Marshall's hand from his intimate parts.
"I'm not." Marshall pressed a kiss on Geb's cheek and then stood up.
"What was that about?" Robin leaned back on the couch.
"I don't know." Geb watched as Marshall retreated into the kitchen, probably to gossip more with Set, and he wondered what was Marshall trying to do.