*Wyl*
He got his wish. Robbie didn't come looking for him. Wyl stayed and worked until nearly midnight, such as it was on a space station. Finally he was drained beyond the point of being able to hold his head up. Vaguely he seemed to recall that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. He put his tools away, shucked off his heavy welding gear and stumbled out of the shop. The station was low-lit during the designated nighttime hours, and it took Wyl longer than it should have to get back to their apartment. Fatigue blurred his vision and slowed his steps down.
Eventually he made it home. The door opened at his touch and he slid inside, mechanically kicking his shoes off. The apartment was dark except for the slightest touch of luminescence in the walls, just enough to light the way to the bedroom. Wyl crept in quietly, not wanting to wake Robbie, but after a moment he realized he probably wouldn't wake his lover up if he were stomping as hard as he could. He could smell the citrus and cloves from T's café brûlot recipe, and seeing as Robbie hardly ever drank, the alcohol had probably hit him hard.
Wyl dropped his clothes by the bed and lay down, turning to look at Robbie. He was sleeping on his stomach, one arm stretched out above his head, the other curled beneath his pillow. Robbie was an active sleeper, and he'd already kicked the blanket mostly off the bed. He was naked, and in the dim light Wyl could just make out the curves of his shoulders, the strong sweeping lines of his back, and the enticing roundness of his ass. Unable to stop himself, Wyl reached out and stroked his shoulder lightly.
Man, Robbie really was out. He tended to sleep lightly and wake quickly, and he was doing neither of those things. It made Wyl more comfortable, in a way. He didn't want to talk, but he didn't want to sleep, either. His fatigue was rapidly being replaced with desire. Robbie was so beautiful. It was unfair for him to be so beautiful and so good at the same time. It made resisting him impossible. He moved his hand lower, feathering his fingers down Robbie's spine.
Robbie answered Wyl's subconscious prayers by mumbling something and rolling over onto his back, practically an open invitation. The invitation was already there, actually. This was something they’d talked about and something they both liked—Wyl had been cautious about it at first, until Robbie had assured him that yes, he enjoyed being woken up with sex, and yes, if he decided he didn’t want it he’d say so, with no hard feelings. Wyl hoped he wouldn’t say no now.
He shifted down the bed to rest by Robbie’s hip and reached out again, this time for what he really wanted to touch. Robbie's cock was flaccid, relaxed after a day of stress followed by alcohol. Wyl stroked it gently, rubbing along the inside of his lover's thighs and brushing his sack. He took his time, tracing the veins of the shaft, then up around the head, applying just enough pressure to elicit a response. Robbie's legs spread further apart, and Wyl repositioned himself again so that he was leaning over his lover's body. He huffed warm breath onto Robbie's cock, watching it expand and grow eager.
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Wyl had never been good at resisting temptation, and he wasn't going to start now. He lowered his mouth, kissed Robbie's abdomen, then the closest point of his hip. He kissed his thigh, all the way down to his knee and then back up. He kissed all around Robbie's cock, nuzzling the pale brown hair it nestled in, before finally, slowly, sucking it into his mouth. Wyl closed his eyes and held it there, running his tongue over the familiar curves, savoring its slow expansion inside of him until it was pressing against his throat, and he had to back off a little. Sweet precum began to flow, and he swirled his tongue around the head, gathering it up.
Robbie's breathing deepened, and suddenly he groaned. "Wyl...baby?"
Wyl didn't want to stop and talk. He lifted his head just long enough to whisper, "It's just me, relax," before going down again. He gripped the base of Robbie's cock with one hand to hold it steady, then lowered his lips as far down as he could go. Wyl slid his tongue up and down the length of Robbie’s cock, desperate for a taste of his lover and anxious to get him off so that he would fall asleep again, and not make Wyl talk. Not yet.
Robbie's hips began to lift, thrusting his cock further into Wyl's mouth, and his roaming hands reached down and caressed Wyl's head, fingers threading into hair in a sign of affection and tenderness. Wyl let Robbie fuck his face, pumping the base of his cock as he bobbed over the rest of it, sucking, squeezing, manipulating all of it he could until he felt his lover reach the point of no return. His cock swelled, and Robbie arched his back and cried out Wyl's name as he began to come, shooting pulse after pulse down Wyl's throat.
Wyl swallowed everything, rolling the last few jets against his tongue as he removed his mouth from Robbie's cock, savoring the flavor. Robbie's hands relaxed their grip on his head and moved to his shoulders, drawing him up the bed until he was lying across Robbie, their faces close.
"Wyl." Robbie sounded so sleepy, and reminded Wyl that he was tired as well. "Where've you been, baby?"
"Worked late," Wyl replied, swallowing fast against an uncomfortable huskiness that grew in his throat as desire was supplanted by dread. "Go back to sleep." He leaned in and kissed Robbie gently on the lips, sharing his taste, soothing him back to sleep with soft caresses. Once Robbie's eyes closed and his breathing steadied, Wyl sighed with relief. He still didn't know what to say. He needed to get up early tomorrow, take time to think, decide how to phrase the things he wanted to say...first he needed to decide what to say. Shit.
He laid his head down on the pillow, suddenly exhausted, too warm and comforted by Robbie's nearness to keep his eyes open. He'd figure it out in the morning. He'd figure it all out so Robbie would be happy, and he would try to keep his dignity.
In the morning...