*Robbie*

Robbie made pizzas. He had fixed himself back up, enough so that he wasn't being obscene as he walked around the kitchen, but the way Wyl was watching him you'd think he was putting on a striptease. The attention was flattering, but Robbie was a little self-conscious. Those huge, satisfied, yet hungry eyes seemed to devour his every move. He eventually distracted Wyl by handing him a small, real cheese pizza. "Not haute cuisine, I know."

"Haute cuisine isn't something I have a lot of experience with, although our cook does amazing things with field rations." Wyl took one bite, then another.

Robbie watched him voraciously attack the pizza, and handed his over. "Eat this one too. I've got another one in the oven."

Wyl thanked him with his eyes because his mouth was full. They both ate, Wyl finishing both of his in the time it took Robbie to down one. "Sorry," Wyl said at last, licking a bit of sauce from his fingertip. "It's been forever since I've had a pizza."

"Seems like it’s been forever since you've eaten, period." They were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Robbie reached a hand out and cupped the side of Wyl's face. Wyl shuddered at his touch, and as Robbie watched his pupils dilated to the point that it was hard to tell his eyes were brown. His responsiveness, his eagerness, was an incredible turn on.

Robbie reached out and slowly pulled Wyl's shirt over his head. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, and he was well-muscled but painfully thin. Robbie lifted his legs onto the couch and pressed his back against the far armrest. He undid the ties on Wyl's pants, smoothing his hands over his washboard stomach and slender hips as he did so, then pulled them slowly down his legs and off, lightly running his fingers across Wyl's skin. It left Wyl naked in front of him, eyes glazed with need, his cock still shiny and slick from his earlier ejaculation. He was the most beautiful thing Robbie had ever seen.

Robbie leaned in and pressed his body to Wyl's, resting most of his weight on his arms. He kissed him, then whispered, "How long has it been for you?"

"Four years," Wyl replied raggedly.

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"Holy shit. No wonder you're on such a hair trigger." Robbie nuzzled into the side of Wyl's neck, then nipped at his earlobe. Wyl gasped. "I'm going to clean you off, and then I'm taking you to my bed.”

“Take me now, do anything to me, anything, just do it fast," Wyl begged. Robbie loved it. It was so sexy to hear this incredible man begging for his touch, his attention. He didn't want to keep him waiting, but he did pause long enough to strip off his uniform.

Robbie moved down Wyl’s body, pressing his lips soundlessly to his neck, then his collarbone. When he got down to a nipple he bit lightly, and felt a lurch against his leg as Wyl's cock responded. He bathed the nipple with his tongue, then moved over to the other one, sucking until he made Wyl cry out. He laved down to his bellybutton, gathering up the tiny specks of semen that stuck to the skin. Wyl was practically hairless, which made it easier and more enjoyable for Robbie.

He went further down, finally arriving at Wyl's cock. He proceeded to bypass it, licking down his lover's thighs, taking a perverse pleasure in Wyl's whimpered protest. Once he was satisfied he'd gotten everything, he went back up to Wyl's cock, and this time he didn't make him wait.

Wyl was smaller than he was, perfectly proportioned to his body, and the perfect length to give a blow job to. He slid Wyl's cock into his mouth, only needing to open his throat a little before he took it all. Wyl's hips wanted to gyrate; he was moaning, crying with pleasure. He was also building fast, too fast for what Robbie had in mind. He licked him clean, sucked up the length of his shaft with slow pressure, then crawled back up Wyl's body.

"Fuck, don't stop," Wyl whimpered, his face contorted with desire and frustration. "Why are you stopping?"

"Because I'm taking you to bed." Robbie rolled off the couch, gathered Wyl up in his arms and strode quickly into the bedroom. He placed Wyl down, but underestimated his lover's strength. Wyl wrapped his legs around Robbie's waist and pulled him down on top of him hard, eliciting an "oof" from Robbie. He was positioned perfectly between Wyl's legs, his cock rubbing beneath Wyl's. Wyl lifted his hips and pressed against Robbie’s back with his heels.

"Fuck me, just fuck me, I need it, I need you," Wyl chanted, and Robbie could see the truth in his eyes. It took all of his willpower to hold back from trying to thrust in then and there, but he knew he had to.

"No."

"No?" The look Wyl gave Robbie was worse than a beaten dog, worse than a child throwing a temper tantrum, worse than watching your best friend cry.

"You haven't done this in four years. You'd have to let me prepare you, take time opening you up, or it would hurt like hell."

"I don't care if it hurts," Wyl insisted.

"I do," Robbie said seriously. "I don't want to put you in pain just to get off, and I don't think you want to take the time to let me ease into it right now."

"Shit." Wyl closed his eyes. "So now what?"

"Now you get to fuck me."