Barging In (35 page)

Dan looked so bloody smug again that despite the delight flooding through him, Robin wanted to protest. He looked over Dan’s shoulder and smirked. “She may be bigger, but you don’t seem to able to keep her under control.”

“What? There’s nothing the matter with my steer— Oh shit!”

The
Jolly Roger
was drifting slowly away from the bank, and the end of Robin’s rope dropped off the edge as they watched.

“You could have tied it,” Dan shouted as he threw himself towards the bank and plunged his arm into the water.

“Someone was distracting me.” Robin watched Dan pull out the dripping rope and attempt to secure it with fumbling fingers. “I’ll do this one for you.” He sauntered over to the line at the bows and knelt down to make it fast, while Dan still struggled with his.

Robin watched in amusement. What on earth possessed someone so inept with boats to go and sink all his money into one? But that was Dan all over: reckless when going after what he wanted. And right now, what Dan wanted was Robin. The thought made his heart pound. Then he noticed the boner Dan was attempting to hide. Oh yes, it had been way too long for both of them. Robin gave a salacious smile. “Need a hand with that, do you?”

Dan’s eyes followed Robin’s gaze, and he smirked.

Robin crouched down next to him and took over, deftly tying off the line and taking Dan’s hands. He tutted. “Your sleeve’s soaking. Mum’s going to have to wait. I think we’d better get you inside and take these wet clothes off you.”

“Yeah.” Dan’s voice squeaked as he started to reply. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, sounds like a great idea.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Dan climbed up onto the deck and turned the key in the door while Robin tied the stern line. It opened into a narrow corridor the width of the boat with a porthole at each end. There were hatches down to the engine, and an assortment of dials and switches on the wall. A door led through to the main boat, and if Dan remembered the plans correctly, it opened directly into the master bedroom with its king-size bed. He picked up his bag and opened the doors.

He forgot to breathe. Light poured in through the large windows on each side and bounced up off the ceiling. It was lined with pale wooden panels, giving the illusion of size even though it was only about a quarter of the size of his old bedroom. But it was beautiful. And it was his—he didn’t owe anyone a penny.

“Wow!” Dan breathed, sinking back when he felt Robin step up behind him.

Robin nuzzled at his neck. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen it before.”

“I haven’t. Not properly anyway. I wanted us to do this together.”

“You didn’t even look inside? You’re just a daft romantic really, aren’t you?” Robin said, pulling Dan close so that he could feel a stiff cock pressing against the crease of his arse. “I bet you didn’t look over the engine, either.” Dan shivered as Robin nipped his earlobe. “Hmmm, chilly. We should get you undressed and into bed.”

Dan looked at the bare slab of foam rubber and laughed. “No arguments here. No, wait, windows.”

Fortunately curtains were included in the sale, even if bed linen wasn’t. They stripped in moments, too ravenous to take the time to undress each other. Dan stumbled as he tried to take his jeans and boots off at the same time. He landed on the mattress, and Robin fell on top of him, kissing and licking and grinding and devouring. Hard muscles and rough stubble and metal piercings and hot cock pressed into Dan’s skin and turned him into one giant puddle of need. That incomparable scent of woodsmoke and musk that was pure Robin filled him up and drove him wild.

“Hmm, scratchy,” Robin murmured, rubbing his hand in the crease of Dan’s groin. “You’ve been letting yourself go.”

Dan gave him a gentle slap. “Oi! I just couldn’t see the point in going through all that pain if you weren’t around to appreciate it. And then I thought you’re such a big hippie freak, you might prefer the natural look.”

“Cheeky.” Robin nipped at his earlobe, making Dan gasp. “Thought you liked a bit of pain.”

“Only if it’s you dishing it out.”

Robin chuckled into his neck. “I hope you’re not saying you want me to start waxing your pubes for you.”

“I’m just saying I want you. No one else. Nothing more.”

Robin growled and ground into him, hot and needy and oh-so-good.

“Stop! Wait!” Dan was going to come from this alone if Robin didn’t let up. “I want you in me, please.” He tried to find the words. “I’ve been wanting you, dreaming about you.” Robin was propped up on one elbow, looking down at him with something like lust, something like indulgence and something an awful lot like love. Dan felt awkward. He still hadn’t said it face-to-face. He traced a finger over the lines of Robin’s tattoo, wondering if he had it in him to say those words again.

There was something else he wanted to say too, and by comparison, that was far easier, even though he was nervous about Robin refusing.

“Please, I had a test before I left. I’m negative, and I’ve not been near another man since. Could we go without the rubbers? I want to feel you properly. Feel you come inside me.”

Robin made a strangled sound in his throat. “Fuck yes! I want that so much. Oh God, I want to feel you around me.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” Dan gave him a shove, giddy with relief and desire. And more than that, with the knowledge that Robin trusted him enough to take his word for it. “Lube’s in my bag—down there somewhere. Got strawberry flavour, for old time’s sake.”

“You’re an evil, evil man.”

Robin was back within seconds, brandishing the lube. Dan sat up to kiss him some more while Robin slicked up, then fell back and spread his legs. But Robin moved with him, bruising Dan’s lips with a demanding kiss even as he breached him with those strong fingers. The sudden burn made Dan hiss and arch his back, but Robin just grinned and shoved in farther, past the knuckles.

Between the pain in his lip and the pain in his arse, Dan was in heaven. He’d forgotten just how intense this always was with Robin. “Bite me, please!” His bites and bruises had all faded while he’d been away, and he’d mourned their passing.

Robin obliged, moving down to suck up marks on his neck as Dan thrust against the invading fingers. Dan grabbed hold of Robin’s head, crushing him closer while lifting his hips to try and take him deeper.

“I can’t hold on! Please!”

Robin instantly stopped sucking and pulled out his fingers, leaving Dan a writhing, whimpering wreck.

“You’ll wait until I say you can come. You hear me?” Robin’s voice was stern enough to command Dan’s attention, but his eyes still shone with affection.

Dan grinned, then winced as Robin pinched his cock hard. “Ow! Aye-aye, Captain.”

Robin’s stern expression crumpled as he laughed. His body shook, the vibrations taking Dan even closer to his climax. Then the pinch came again.

“Guess that makes you my insolent cabin boy, then.” Robin’s voice rasped, his breath scorching Dan’s ear. “Think you need to be disciplined. Shown who’s boss. Even if you do have a bigger…boat.” Robin rubbed their cocks together.

Dan thrust up against Robin’s hand, spreading his legs wider still. “Oh yeah. That’s just what I need. Come on, then. You’re all promises. I want some delivery.”

“Cheeky boy.” Robin nipped at Dan’s neck, then pushed himself up on his knees and lined them up. “Christ, you look so fucking gorgeous.”

Dan heard the need roughen his voice. Saw the love shine through the lust in Robin’s eyes. Took in the sight of the man about to fuck him bareback. He never thought he’d trust anyone enough to do this. Never thought he’d love anyone enough.

“I love you, Robin.” The words spilled out as Robin entered him, slowly, inexorably filling him inside and making everything feel just right. He kept staring into Robin’s dark eyes, and when he felt Robin’s hips hard against him, he said it again. “I love you.”

Robin fell on him, kissing him so thoroughly Dan’s jaw ached and his lips stung.

“Love you too.”

“Quite right. Now screw me so hard I won’t ever forget it.”

“My pleasure.”

Robin kept his word, starting with long, slow pulls out, followed by slamming in so hard and fast his balls slapped against Dan’s arse. They both gasped, the breath forced out of them.

“So good,” Robin panted. “I’ve missed this so much.”

Dan had to agree, but he couldn’t form the words. Every pull and thrust sent Robin’s piercing sliding over his prostate, so much more intense without the latex in the way. Pre-come dribbled onto his belly and rolled down his sides. He reached out to grip the sheets so he didn’t touch himself and come too fast. But there were no sheets. He balled his fists instead, then clutched at his hair. The burn on his scalp felt good, helped ground him. The heat pooled inside him, sizzling out until every thrust sent charges right through his body. Dan felt it from his toes to his crown. He wanted to tell Robin, but all he could manage was a garbled noise.

“Dan!” Robin’s rhythm stuttered, and Dan felt his own balls drawing up.

“Please, kiss,” he asked, curving his back to meet Robin halfway, reaching out with his arms.

And that was all it took. Robin inside his mouth, simultaneously claiming him with tongue and cock. Dan groaned and shuddered as his balls pumped hard, covering their chests with come. The wave rolled through him again and again, gaining power from Robin’s jerking hips and the delicious sensation of Robin coming inside him, filling him with hot seed.

The kiss didn’t end. Robin’s sweat-drenched body was sticking to his, Robin’s softening cock still inside him, Robin’s tongue mapping out the inside of his mouth, then moving on to his neck. He could stay like this forever, drifting on the current, letting it take him where it may.

Robin, on the other hand, seemed to have more purpose. Dan felt him withdraw; then that exquisite mouth resumed its attentions, stirring him from his torpor. He wriggled, then squirmed as he felt teeth teasing his nipple.

“No, don’t stop! That’s good.” He saw Robin smile, his teeth still gently nibbling. Now Robin’s hands were moving on him, rousing other parts of his anatomy, those lips moving ever lower until it felt like Dan would fly apart when they finally made contact.

“Arrgh, you tease!” Dan flung his head back, and the tremors ran right through him as Robin licked down the crease of his groin and circled his balls. “Come on, suck mmm—” His words dissolved as he felt Robin’s tongue rasping over his tender hole. It stung and it soothed and it felt like he was in paradise. He spread his legs wide and thrust up his hips, thrust against Robin’s tongue, urging him deeper.

The loss of sensation and the sound of Robin spitting snagged his attention.

“You wouldn’t have a drink in that bag of yours, would you?” Robin’s face was twisted in disgust. “I love you ’n’ all, but not enough to rim you when you’re leaking strawberry lube and jizz.”

The laughter bubbled up in Dan’s throat. In the end, he could only gesture weakly towards the bag, but Robin was already there, pulling out the bottle of water and then chugging it back. The long column of his throat was exposed, and Dan watched his Adam’s apple bobbing before taking a slow visual ramble over Robin’s body. Hard to believe that after all this time—and three months with one guy was unprecedented for him—he still found Robin every bit as attractive as he had to begin with.

No, more attractive. Now he was seeing so much more than the surface.

Now he was seeing everything.

When his gaze meandered back to Robin’s eyes, he found them sparkling with amusement.

“You’ve got tan lines.”

Dan looked down at the telltale lines from his shorts and T-shirt. “And what of it?”

“I thought clothing was optional at those sorts of places.”

“Might be for some, but I was saving myself for you.”

The smile Robin gave him was so sweet it might have been tooth-rotting if it hadn’t been for the hint of lascivious promise.

“You know what I want right now?” Robin asked.

“Ask anything and it’s yours.” Dan really meant that, as well. It wasn’t a line—he’d do anything for Robin just to see him smile like that again.

Robin leaned down, licked Dan’s cheek and murmured into his ear, “I want you inside me.”

Dan’s cock seemed to think that was a great idea too, twitching with interest as it started to fill. His breath escaped him in a long, shuddering moan. “Yeah, I want that too.”

The only other time he’d topped, Robin had still been the one in control, but this time he seemed to be waiting for Dan to take the initiative. And that was good too. It was all good when it was him and Robin together, no matter who was in charge. Dan pushed down on Robin’s head.

“Think I might need a little help before I’m ready.”

Robin gave him a grin which seemed to promise all manner of good things, before swiping that pierced tongue up his cock. It was exquisite torture, Robin teasing the head and finding the particular spot to rub his tongue stud against that always made him crazy with lust. He was going to have to put a stop to this if he was going to be able to give Robin what he wanted.

“Okay, enough!”

Robin nuzzled into his thigh. The light in those deep blue eyes was almost enough to make Dan lose it there and then.

“Where do you want me?” Robin asked.

And there were so many possibilities it could have been hard to decide, but Dan had a particular fantasy that had been plaguing him the whole time he was away. It had seemed so impossible, but maybe Robin would go along with it this once. He was unusually pliant today.

“On your knees, facedown.”

Robin raised his eyebrows but did as he was told. “You realise this is going to make a mess of your mattress?” he said, the words distorted by him having one cheek pressed into the foam.

“It’ll wipe clean.” And even if it didn’t, who cared? All Dan could focus on was the vision of Robin offering himself in such a wanton pose. He ran a hand from Robin’s neck down his arched spine and over his buttocks. They were raised in a deliciously obscene spectacle, and Dan couldn’t hold back any longer. Heart hammering, he positioned himself behind Robin and pushed his legs farther apart.