*Robbie*

I am such a fucking wimp.

Wyl berated himself inside as he gripped Robbie's hand, desperate to tell him the truth and get it over with, but more desperate to wait and make love to him again before anything else could happen. One fucking touch and he went to pieces. A few kisses and he was like jelly. And then, when Robbie had used the word "home," it was like getting punched in the stomach.

He wanted a home, and he wanted it to be with Robbie. It was ridiculous, presumptive, and impossible. Wyl was a lot of things, but he hadn't been naïve in a long time. As soon as he heard Robbie's voice again though, insisting he be brought out, a thrill of anticipation had coursed through his body. Then seeing him, and touching him, and being treated so tenderly...it was like a dream. Like a...what were they called...a fairy tale. And neither of those things had much of a bearing on reality.

He tried to watch Robbie as they walked, to memorize the way he moved, the curves of his body, but his eyes kept blurring with tears. So pathetic. Wyl hadn't cried for years, not since his last trip ended so badly and left him in so much pain. This dread, this terrible feeling of wanting someone so badly but knowing that your life was going to be hell soon and for all the foreseeable future, was pure agony.

They got to his room, entered, and like before Wyl found he couldn't stop himself. His motives were different this time, though. He leaned into Robbie, plastering himself to his body, ignoring the trepidation he felt in favor of giving Robbie as much pleasure as he possibly could.

Wyl tilted his head up and captured his mouth in a long, slow kiss, savoring every play and thrust of their tongues, Robbie's taste and the softness of his lips, and the feel of their bodies together. He held onto his broad shoulders, arching his back and pressing his hips to Robbie's, reveling in his embrace. When they finally separated a bit, Robbie had a wide grin on his face. "I'm beginning to think you don't really like my cooking."

"Oh, I do, I just like you better." Wyl's voice was husky as he ground his hardening erection against Robbie's. His lover raised a hand and brushed at a tear he hadn't even realized was there.

"What's wrong?" The concern in his voice was both sweet and shaming.

"I'll tell you later. Just let me...I just need you right now."

"I need you back." Robbie kissed him and held him close, then picked him up in his arms and carried him back to the bedroom. Wyl had no intention of giving away the lead, however, and as soon as they lay down he thrust with his legs and rolled them over, so that he was on top.

"Please, let me do this." Wyl would have begged if he wasn't already so intent on Robbie's body, and his lover knew when to give. Robbie nodded and relaxed, and Wyl began to memorize him. He started at the top of his head, hands stroking the close-cut brown hair, then kissing the thin stripes of gray. He ran his fingertips across his hairline, over each eyebrow and down the bridge of his nose, following with his lips, nuzzling or kissing each spot. He brushed his tongue across Robbie's mouth, teased it open and went just a little way in, just far enough to get the taste of him, the warmth. He moved his lips and Robbie groaned in protest, reaching out to grab him and pull him in close.

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"No," Wyl said as he pushed his lover's arms away. Robbie could have overpowered him easily, but he regained control of himself and gave Wyl a half smile. Wyl kissed him again, then traced the contour of his jaw line with an index finger, then down the side of his neck, pressing his lips to his throat. Robbie groaned again and Wyl felt the vibration through his mouth. He licked down to the top of Robbie's collar and slowly began to pull the uniform away.

Thankfully it was easy to undo, and Robbie was just as anxious to get it off. Wyl pulled the fabric over his lover's shoulders and off his arms, baring his chest. Curled golden hairs glinted in the faint light, trailing down his abdomen and into his pants. Every muscle was defined, every plane was chiseled. It didn't hurt that Robbie was so amped up that every muscle was tense.

Wyl stroked up and down Robbie's arms, finally resting his hands against his elbows and leaning in to capture a nipple with his mouth. Robbie inhaled sharply, his stomach tightening, and it tightened further when Wyl gently used his teeth. "Wyl, Wyl, fuck...you're making me crazy."

Wyl felt his lover's arms trembling with the desire to move, to grab and grip and clutch, and he appreciated Robbie's amazing control. He knew that if their roles were reversed, he would be pawing at his lover uncontrollably. He let go of the nipple and pressed his lips to Robbie's sternum, then his abdomen, then his belly button, working his way down slowly and keeping his hands on Robbie's arms, a reminder not to move. He dipped his tongue into the crevice, scraping lightly with his teeth and enjoying Robbie's response.

Wyl moved his hands down to join the rest of his body and slowly, tantalizingly, eased the uniform over his hips, which Robbie raised eagerly. He nuzzled and nipped the point of each of Robbie's hipbones, then the hollow beside them, where the hair began to get thick again. His lover's erection strained at the fabric, and Wyl loved the scent of his need. He felt Robbie's hands touch his hair, surprisingly soft and gentle.

" Wyl, take me out." Robbie's tone was pleading and Wyl stopped in his trek down his body, knowing how he would feel if it was him. I can get him off more than once before this has to end. He stroked Robbie's erection through the fabric, then actually grinned when he heard Robbie growl.

Wyl didn't tease him anymore, just stripped the clothes away, paused for a long moment to take in the glory of his naked lover writhing beneath him, then leaned back in and gripped Robbie's dripping cock with one hand as he tongued his balls.

"Oh, fuck." Robbie bit his lower lip and moaned around his teeth. His legs flexed as Wyl kept licking him, finally moving up and dropping his mouth onto Robbie's cock. Robbie shuddered, and Wyl lost all sense of control. All he wanted was to get this man off, to make him scream with the ecstasy of it again and again, then start all over. Wyl's world shrank to the perception of Robbie's cock only, and he pushed himself further than he had before, finally relaxing enough to deep throat his long member.

Vaguely he heard his name being chanted, vaguely he felt hands touching him, but none of it penetrated his awareness. He kept up a steady pressure, rising and falling, sucking and stroking and rubbing a finger across Robbie's perineum as he did. He tasted so good...

Robbie's breathing became catchy and his balls drew up, and moments later he shot into Wyl's mouth. Wyl captured all of his lover's essence, rolling it around on his tongue as he kept his mouth on Robbie's cock, sucking him dry and then sucking some more until Robbie groaned and tried to coax him off.

"Wyl..." His hands were on Wyl's shoulders, pulling, trying to get him to rise up and come back to his arms. Wyl didn't obey his instincts, though. Instead he sat back out of Robbie's reach, lightly touching his calves.

"Roll over."

"I want to feel you..."