Page 10 of Redstone
“I think she loves you more.”
“I’m very loveable.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“You’re being very agreeable.” Wyl put down his tool. “That means something’s wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong.”
“Yes, it is; I usually have to pry compliments out of you with a sonic screwdriver.” Robbie must have winced a little because Wyl frowned. “That was just a joke. What’s going on?”
Robbie sighed. “I don’t want you to feel like going to Redstone is something you’ve got to do.”
“Actually, I do have to do it.” Wyl cast his hand over his cluttered table. “Who else will get all this installed?”
“I’m not helpless with tools.”
“Who’ll code out messages in Morse?”
“My dad taught me Morse code; I’m sure I can remember most of it.”
“Who will keep you from sinking into a depressive pit of joyless responsibility?” Robbie didn’t have a response for that,and Wyl pointed a finger at him. “Exactly! So shut up, I’m going. What brought this bout of nerves on anyway?”
“Warden Grave seemed very upset that I’m selfishly subjecting you to Redstone during my punishment tour there.”
Wyl shook his head. “Grace is oversensitive to relationship stress. Redstone isn’t going to be any worse than Hazard, and I survived there okay. Hell, at Redstone I won’t even be a prisoner!” He looked up at Robbie seriously. “Besides, Isidore is counting on both of us. I’m not going to let him down. If it’s supposed to be bad for us, it’s got to be ten times worse for him.”
“True.”
“So it’s settled. I’m going.”
Robbie smiled. “Yeah, it looks that way.”
“Are you done thinking silly thoughts?”
“Define silly,” Robbie said as he stepped forward and dropped down onto his knees in front of Wyl’s chair. “Does going down on you in your shop qualify?”
“Nnnnooo,” Wyl drawled, his brown eyes wide as he let Robbie spread his knees. “That’s not silly at all, that’s probably the best idea you’ve had all day, oh mygod, Robbie—fuck—uh—” He’d already opened Wyl’s pants, eased him out, and sucked him gently into his mouth. Wyl wasn’t hard yet, but Robbie liked touching him like this, feeling Wyl’s cock swell between his lips and slowly work its way toward the back of his throat.
Wyl’s hands fluttered over his head for a moment, like he couldn’t quite commit to touching Robbie with them before he murmured, “Fuck it,” and threaded into Robbie’s hair. “You knew what you were getting when you decided to do this before I’ve had a chance to clean up,” Wyl said hoarsely. Which meant his hands were filthy, and now so was Robbie, but Robbie didn’t care. “You, oh fuck, shouldn’t we … Robbie, yes,that,” he said as Robbie pressed his tongue hard against the nerves beneath the head of Wyl’s cock.
Newlyweds, Grace had called them. Robbie felt like it sometimes, when he’d had a long shift and seeing Wyl again was like suddenly getting feeling back into a dead limb. He’d been pleasantly alone for much of his life, but he couldn’t imagine going back to living without Wyl. He couldn’t even imagine a brief separation at this point.
Robbie ran his hands up Wyl’s taut thighs as he bobbed his head, sucking Wyl deeper every time, finally sliding his hands under Wyl’s ass and pulling him bodily forward as deep as he could get. It was too much, but Robbie didn’t care; he just wanted Wyl to arch and moan under him like this, to say his name like a curse and a prayer, and clutch tighter at his head, to writhe and try to press even deeper as he—
“Robbie, fuck,fuck, babe, I’m coming, I’ve got to, ah, ah,ah, fuck!”
Wyl pulled back after the first pulse, painting Robbie’s tongue and then his lips before thrusting back in with a groan. Robbie let Wyl have control, move Robbie however he wanted to, whatever made him feel best. Even after he finished coming, he didn’t let go of Robbie’s hair for another minute, holding him in close as his legs quivered where Robbie’s broad shoulders kept them splayed.
“You … are the best,” Wyl finally said, bending over to kiss Robbie’s forehead, then his nose, then finally his lips. “Shit, what brought that on?”
“Nothing in particular,” Robbie said softly. “I just wanted to, that’s all.”
Wyl grinned. “Well, right now I want you to fuck me in the shower. Do we have time?”
Robbie pretended to consider it. “I’m not sure; how quickly can you pack all this up?”
“For you?” Wyl got to his feet and drew Robbie up to stand with him. “I’ll figure out a way to put time on hold.”
