Geb had such a wonderful dream, his toes curled and he moaned. He opened his legs wider and lifted his hips, he pushed himself deeper in the sucking heat and then pressed down on the fingers that were fucking him.
The fingers that were fucking him!
He opened his eyes and looked down. There was a shadow of a bobbing head, shoulder-length hair swinging with the movement. "Robin?"
Robin hummed around his cock, the vibration of it sefnding hot shivers up Geb's spine, then he released Geb's cock and pulled his fingerfs out from Geb's ass. "I'm hard again." He climbed higher, his hips nestled between Geb's legs. "And sore." With his hand under Geb's knee he pulled Geb's leg up, hooked it on his shoulder.
"Robin. What do you think you are doing?" Geb's voice was serious and strict with a sleepy, sluggish quality to it, even through he didn't really mind what Robin was doing. Robin wouldn't be the first person who had topped him; Michael had had that honour a couple of times and he did enjoy those occasions, not that he would ever admit that. Or admit that he wouldn't have minded Robin topping him even if he hadn't already had a chance to top Robin himself.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just can't help myself."
Geb felt the slight hesitation before Robin pushed into him and he smirked, not that Robin could see it in the dark, before he grimaced. He opened himself wider and a wonderful pressure filled him. He felt the slight burn, a sweet pain, for Robin prepared him thoroughly, but as soon as Robin wrapped his fingers around his erection and started to move, the pain disappeared under the hot pleasure that swirled higher and higher with each hard plunge Robin made .
He found himself groaning and moaning like a slut every time Robin hit his prostate; he grabbed a handful of Robin's hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He pushed his tongue into Robin's mouth, slid over the roof of Robin's mouth, Robin's teeth, against Robin's tongue, he dominated the kiss, took Robin's breath and gave it back. "I'm going to get you," he breathed into Robin's mouth, and intercepted Robin's thrust, "for this."
Robin shivered, his limbs jerking. A soft cry escaped between his lips and Geb could tell that he had just come, but he pushed on, albeit weakly, his cock in Geb still hard.
"This won't do." Geb rolled them over, then with his knees hugging Robin's body and with his palms on Robin's chest, he started to fuck himself. Up and down. He rode Robin hard.
"Oh, god, Geb." Robin slid his palm up Geb's thigh. "You are so… so..." He arched his back, a slight shiver shook his frame.
Geb fisted his erection and it only took him a few pumps and a few lifts of his hips before his body convulsed too, and he came. A jet of white liquid dirtied Robin's stomach and a shower of white sparks rained down on Geb. He fell down on Robin.
Robin put his hand on Geb's shoulder and pressed his cheek against Geb's temple.
Geb lay on Robin, his lungs slowly calming down from fighting for air. He hadn't lasted very long, had he? And he could still feel Robin's hard cock pulsing inside him. He pulled himself up, then reached out and took wet tissues from the nightstand and cleaned their bellies. "We better get me ready for another round." He cast a smile at Robin and fisted his soft cock.
"Please." Robin put his hand over Geb, stilling its movement. With his other hand around Geb's neck, he pulled him down on his chest. "Can we just stay like this for a while? I don't think my dick could stand any more friction right now, but being like this, in you, feels so good."
Geb nodded and made himself more comfortable on Robin's chest and he didn't know how long they stayed like that, in that almost painful and awkward position. He almost dozed off, but then Robin rolled them around, greased them again and with slow cautious rocking started to move, hissing and groaning with his thrusts.
And Geb was softly moaning, not that he knew that, he was too focused on Robin's breath that was hot against his neck, on the way Robin's abdomen rubbed just the right way against his cock with his every thrust. And on the feeling that Robin's hits against his sweet spot produced.
"Geb. I'm going to come." Robin dug his fingers into Geb's ass and thrust deeper and harder. "Damn."
Geb arched his back, opened his legs wider and reached down, just a touch and he felt the tension before the storm, and then the storm came and what a wonderful storm it was.
Xxx
The mattress under Geb shifted and he opened one eye just in time to see in the light of the dawn an outline of naked ass lifting from his bed. It was Robin. That fact brought a content smile to Geb's face. He turned and stretched, a warm feeling enveloping him at the feel of soreness in his lower body. He'd had such an awesome night. With Robin.
Geb watched that wonderful, naked ass on display as Robin clumsily bent down like he was looking for something.
"Good morning." Geb pulled himself on the edge of the bed and put his arm beneath his head. "What are you doing?"
Robin jumped up, hissing, and his hands automatically flew to his ass. "Don't scare me like that."
"Sorry babe. So what are you looking for?"
"Emmm. What?" Robin started to inch toward the door. "Nothing."
Geb lifted himself into a sitting position, and narrowed his eyes at Robin. "Are you trying to leave?"
"I just…"
"Coward."
"Ermm… there's no point in me staying." Robin was already at the door.
"Came back to bed." Geb patted the place beside him. "I will take care of your morning problem, then we can coat each other with a cooling cream and then I can make something to eat or we can go somewhere for breakfast."
Robin stood there by the door. "I just fucked you."
"Yeah, so?" Geb patted the bed again. "I fucked you too, many times."
"I thought you'd be upset." Robin hesitantly came closer. "I thought that you only top."
"Mostly, yeah. But for special people I make an exception here and there." Geb reached out and pulled Robin down on the bed.
"Special people?" Robin sat down on the bed beside Geb, turning sideways so that he could face Geb. "Am I special? Like Marshall?"
"Well, Marshall is very important to me." Geb ran his fingers through his hair. How could he explain Marshall's role in his life without sounding like they had a thing between them and without directly saying to Robin that he was more important than Marshall? Because even though he had admitted to himself that he was not just in love with Robin, but that he loved Robin, he wasn't ready to tell that to Robin or to say it out loud. "But he never topped me."
Robin wrinkled his forehead and opened his mouth, only to close it again, and dug his fingers into the sheet.
"What?" Geb put his hand on Robin's shoulder and slid it down over Robin's arm.
"Nothing." Robin tucked the strands of hair that were falling on his face behind his ear. "You said something about cooling cream?"
Geb nodded and after they had a shower together, but before they got dressed, he applied thick layers of cooling cream on Robin's abused flesh and then Robin did the same for him, not that Geb had the same problems that Robin had. It was a good thing that their trip had been cancelled and that Robin didn't have to work in the evening, because from the way he was waddling around, it seemed that walking was quite an uncomfortable thing for him. And that was also the excuse with which Geb manage to convince Robin that it would be best if he stayed.
They were having breakfast in the kitchen, the atmosphere a little tense, mostly because of Robin's fidgeting in the chair and the frown that appeared on Robin's face from time to time, but Geb attributed it to the soreness Robin had to be feeling, when the doorbell rang.
Geb stood up and went toward the door. He knew that he had a stupid smile on his face and no matter how much he tried, the corner of his mouth just didn't want to stay down. But whatever... he'd just had a wonderful and very active night with Robin. He opened the door.
"Good morning," Marshall's smiling face greeted Geb.
"Marshall, what are you doing here?" With one hand holding the doorknob, Geb leaned on the doorframe.
"Checking on you." Marshall stooped down and sneaked under Geb's arm into the apartment. "Have you had a busy night?"
"Marshall." Geb turned and grabbed Marshall's white shirt, stopping Marshall. "What did you put in Robin's drink?"
"So he came here. Great." Marshall tried to wiggle out from Geb's hold.
"Marshall. What did you put in it?" Geb turned Marshall around.
"Levitra, it's similar to Viagra and it's harmless. You don't have to worry." Marshall said. "So how was it? Did you get him out of your system?"
"Marshall, I-"
"What?" Marshall's eyes travelled around and stopped on black and white sneakers. "He's still here, isn't he?"
"Yeah."
"I see." Marshall's looked at Geb, his gaze intense and his mouth a narrow line. "And you didn't get him out of you system, did you?"
"No, I did not." Geb reached out and caressed the side of Marshall's face. "Please don't make that face."
Marshall swallowed and swatted Geb's hand away. "What face?"
"Marshall."
"I was afraid this would happen, but I'm happy for you. And for Robin." Marshall curved his lips into a smile, his eyes glistening in the artificial light. "I really am."
"Liar." Geb put his hand on Marshall's shoulder. Somehow he doubted that in this moment a hug would be appropriate.
"I'll try to be happy for you two. I will be happy." Marshall sounded determined. "And you own me a big one." He gave Geb one last glance of those big blue eyes before passing him on his way out. He softly closed the door behind him.
Geb stared at the entrance door. When he had seen Marshall at the door, he had expected drama, crying, not this weird acceptance. He shook his head, locked the door and went back into the kitchen.
"Who was it?"
"Marshall."
Robin stood up. "I better go."
"Don't be stupid." With his hand on Robin's shoulder Geb pushed him gently down.
"I don't want to be a third wheel." Robin tried to get up.
"Marshall already left."
"Oh." Robin stopped squirming.
"And even if he hadn't, you wouldn't be a third wheel." Geb gathered two empty plates that were on the counter, carried them to the sink and put them in.
Robin frowned. "But you and Marshall...aren't you two... I mean, everybody says that he is the only one that means anything to you, that he is the reason why you don't date, and that you are the reason why Marshall never stays long with the people he dates."
"You think that and you came here anyway, and you even asked me out." Geb turned, narrowing his eyes at Robin.
"Well..." Robin blushed. "I know that Marshall isn't possessive and I like you and I'm attracted to you and-- it wasn't my fault, Marshall put something in my drink, remember?"
"I remember, you said that your head is clear and that you are just horny. And I also remember you saying that you are not going to get yourself into something that leads nowhere." Geb leaned against the sink, the knob of the cabinet digging into the back side of his leg.
"Why are you complaining? You wanted to fuck me and now you have."
"I guess you are right." Geb ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I did get what I wished for." The emphasis was on what he wished for, because Geb wanted so much more than just the sex that they'd had last night. "But, that doesn't mean that's all I want from you."
"What do you want?" Robin leaned his elbows on the counter.
"I don't know. Everything," Geb took a step forward and leaned on the counter before him. His fingers itched to comb back the brown strands that fell on Robin's face. He wanted to spent time in Robin's company, to have more opportunities to touch Robin and make love to him, like, like yesterday. "You could stop by sometimes, like you did yesterday, I mean today?"
"For a fuck?" Robin leaned back in the chair, his arms now crossed over his chest.
"Or just to hang out." Geb leaned over the counter, and entangled his fingers into Robin's brown hair. "If you haven't noticed, I like you too and not just as a boy-toy."
"You do?"
"Of course I do, babe." Geb's breath was hot on Robin's face. "I went out with you, didn't I? And I'm really not a fan of art."
"What?" Robin moved backward just as Geb was about to press his lips on Robin's. "I thought you were. Since you didn't want to stop at my place for coffee, I thought that was the only reason that you accepted my invitation."
Geb groaned. Couldn't Robin just let him kiss him? "I didn't go up, because I thought that you weren't ready yet.
"Why?"
"Could you just shut up already and let me kiss you?"
"Oh, ok." Robin smiled. "Just don't expect anything more than making out. I'm too sore."
"I know. I won't." Geb pressed his lips against Robin's and entangled them into a long, sweet kiss. There were a lot of things he wanted to know about Robin, especially Robin's high school story, but there was enough time for that later, because right now he wanted to spoil himself with the feel and taste of Robin. He deserved it.