*Robbie*

The man's stamina was amazing. He drove into Robbie like a piston, smoothly and deeply, the head of his cock rubbing Robbie's prostate with every thrust, and it was all he could do not to come immediately. Wyl looked like he wanted to fly apart, like he wanted everything all at once, and the hand that wasn't supporting his weight moved like lightning across Robbie's chest, his shoulders, his stomach and the planes of his face.

When Wyl's hand touched the sensitive place at the top of his neck, Robbie's eyes snapped open, and when he looked into Wyl's the passion he saw there shocked him. How could one person contain all that energy? Then Wyl came, and it was so beautiful and felt so amazing that Robbie came with him, the first time ever he hadn't had to touch his cock to finish when he was bottoming.

Wyl collapsed against his chest, suddenly limp and malleable. Robbie held him close, kissing the top of his head, and only after he recovered himself realized that Wyl was out.

Well, that's a first.

He waited for a few minutes, to see if Wyl would wake up, but he didn't move. Robbie brought his legs down and eased Wyl out of him, gently rolling both of them onto their sides. Wyl still didn't move, and Robbie began to get worried. He leaned in close to Wyl, getting ready to shake his shoulder, when he saw the smile on his face. It was small, but it was there, and his breathing was steady.

Moving slowly so he wouldn't rouse him, Robbie got up and walked into the bathroom. He cleaned himself up, then brought out a damp washcloth and very carefully went to work on Wyl. His lover didn't stir as he wiped gently at the skin, the smart cloth grabbing every foreign particle and leaving a light sheen of clean water in its wake.

Eventually satisfied, Robbie tossed the cloth back into the bathroom and crawled into bed, whispering to the light to dim until there was just enough to make out the outline of Wyl's body facing away from him. He pulled up the blanket, which had been pushed completely off the bed, kissed Wyl's shoulder, then rolled over onto his side. Robbie closed his eyes, trying to relax.

There was a shift from the other side of the bed, a little slide, and suddenly Wyl's body was pressed up against his back, spooning him comfortably. A slender arm slipped around his waist, and he felt warm breath on his shoulder blade. Wyl seemed to still be mostly asleep, but his grip on Robbie was firm enough.

Robbie smiled to himself. "Sleep well, Wyl." It didn't take long for him to fall asleep either.

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The next thing Robbie was conscious of was a slightly anxious female voice. "Robbie? Sir, are you okay? Lights on." The artificial darkness of the room lightened. "Robbie—oh!" Amusement replaced the anxiety. "Wow. Gee. Sorry to interrupt."

"Jane?" Robbie blinked his eyes open, saw the time, and groaned. "Shit, I overslept." He tried to move, but found his limbs were completely entangled with Wyl's. He looked over at him. Wyl seemed to still be asleep, his face relaxed, but he was gripping Robbie's waist like a vice. Robbie reached down to move the arm—

"Oh no! Don't get up!" The laughter in Jane's voice was evident on her face now. "Please, you look so cozy, and you haven't had a short day since you started here. Stay. Give it another hour." She glanced at her watch. "Or two. I'll tell Doyle to meet you in the docking bay right after I look up the definition of hypocrite."

"Jane..."

"I'm serious, Robbie. Take the time" She studied what she could see of Wyl. "Ooh, what a cutie. And damn, clearly he works out."

"Jane!"

"I'm going, I'm going..." She turned around, a grin stretched across her face, and left his apartment. Robbie fell back onto the bed and groaned. Then he heard a faint giggle.

"You've been awake this whole time?"

"Yeah." Wyl opened his eyes. "I heard her outside the door."

"Through the door?"

"Yep."

"How? The apartment is soundproof. Do you have hearing modifications?"

Wyl looked a little uncomfortable. "Sort of... Man, I'm starving." His smile returned. "Want to make me breakfast?"

Robbie let himself relax a little. "I think it's your turn to cook, Wyl."

"Oh, no," Wyl shook his head. "I'm a miserable cook; you don't want me to torture you like that. Trust me, I can ruin water. Whereas you are an amazing cook."

"All you've had that I've made were pizzas."

"And they were soooo yummy,” Wyl assured him.

Robbie laughed. "You realize you're ruthlessly flattering me into making you breakfast?"

"Me?" Wyl batted his eyelashes which, Robbie suddenly noticed, were very long. "I would never tell you anything but the truth!"

"Save it." Robbie rolled out of bed. "What do you like for breakfast?"

"I'd like some Robbie, with a side of Sinclair."

Robbie paused mid-way to the door. A slow grin covered his face. "How do you know? You've never had me for breakfast."

"Mmm, but I want to try." The look on his face was lascivious as he licked his lips. Robbie was tempted to let him, but the sight of every single one of Wyl’s ribs reminded him that he needed to get all the food he could into this waif.

"You can have me after. Otherwise you'll collapse from starvation and then where would I be?" He motioned to the bathroom. "I have spares of everything if you want to clean up a little. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes or so." Robbie grabbed a pair of shorts from a fold-out dresser and walked through the door, aware he was blushing.

It was so strange. He had never been an exhibitionist, but he wasn't shy, either. It had been a long time since someone had really desired him, though. The way Wyl looked at him, as though he was the best thing he'd ever seen, made him feel a bit self-conscious. A little...unworthy. Robbie knew the catalogue of his own faults too well. He knew that Wyl could do better. Garrett probably had.

Why was he thinking like this anyway? The man would be gone in two hours. Best to just enjoy this while it lasted, then wave goodbye without a backward glance. Unaware that a frown had replaced his smile, Robbie slipped on his shorts and began to rummage through his cooler.