IslandAffair (12 page)

“I love you too.”

He leaned in to kiss the moist softness and shivered at the
warmth of their shared breath as the water began to cool. Robin turned and shut
the shower off and they got dried quickly. With the curtains drawn the bedroom
was dim, though as tired as they were it probably wouldn’t have mattered if the
lights were on and a full brass band were playing. They crawled beneath the
quilt and he waited until Robin swallowed his medication before pulling him
into his arms. As Rob’s hand drifted down his chest and across his stomach his
cock gave a twitch of interest but before he could do more than acknowledge it
sleep dragged him under.

John’s Scottish accent rumbled in his ear, familiar and
comforting. “You know what we need?”

Robin lifted his head to look into John’s eyes and raised
his brow in question.

“A nice holiday.”

Robin snorted inelegantly and buried his head against John’s
shoulder. “Just promise me one thing?” He laughed. “No swimming pools.”

Epilogue

Robin lay back on the towel on the soft sand of the private
beach. Relaxed and drowsy, eyes closed. His mother had absolutely no concept of
time zones and she had telephoned at stupid o’clock this morning and woken him
to chat. He hadn’t had the heart to tell her to call back at a more reasonable
hour. Lulled by the peace of his surroundings, he let his tiredness take over
and drifted. His skin was by turns hot from the warm sun and cooled by a gentle
breeze soughing through the dried grass atop the dunes. His shirt lay discarded
by his side with a bottle of sun lotion and a textbook on child education. A
calm ocean lapped at the sand some distance from his feet and only the
occasional cry of a seagull disturbed the peace. Secure in his solitude, he
drifted slowly to sleep.

He woke to see John on his knees by his side. He smoothed
sun-warmed lotion onto Rob’s strong shoulders, his broad golden chest blocking
the light as he bent to his task. A lock of hair fell over eyes as blue as the
summer sky above and was ignored while the firm strokes continued down Robin’s
arms to his hands and fingers and back to his shoulders. Rob’s eyes closed once
more as the work-roughened hands continued on down his sides and back up over
his flat stomach to his chest. John lingered there for a while, working until
Rob’s nipples beaded, butterflies fluttered in his stomach and he gave a low,
throaty moan. His breathing became shallower and quicker.

Robin opened his mouth to protest as John shifted his
attention to his feet. The words didn’t make it past his lips when his lover
began massaging the soles with his thumbs and paying attention to each of his
toes before moving up to his ankles. Pausing only to reach for the bottle of
lotion, the coconut scent of it drifted around them bringing memories of a
different beach. John straddled Rob’s legs, and he felt the coarseness of the
hair on his calves as they pressed alongside his own and John’s whole body
moved back and forward with the motion of his hands. As the long firm strokes
took him up the length of Robin’s legs and closer to his shorts, his breathing
quickened and Rob’s cock pressed insistently against the soft fabric.

The hands reached the tops of Rob’s legs and John began
smoothing the lotion around to the inside of Rob’s thighs. So close he could
feel the brush of the backs of John’s hands on his balls, but his fingers never
touched where he wanted them most. Robin began to pant softly, making soft,
needy sounds, squirming on the blanket. Trying to work himself closer to those
clever fingers. Robin’s whole body pulsed with need while his skin felt flushed
and hot. A small, wet spot soaked into the fabric of his shorts. The smell of
their arousal mingled with the smell of coconut and he knew he would forever
associate it with this. Rob lifted his hips as John hooked his fingers into the
back of his waistband, shifting briefly to pull them down and off.

John resumed his teasing massage once again, hands moving to
Rob’s hips and around. Robin whimpered as John’s fingers dipped into the cleft
of his buttocks, teasing his anus before moving back to Rob’s sides then up to
his shoulders. He urged Robin’s legs open with his knee and settled his body
between them, John’s muscular chest came to rest above his own as he sank to
his elbows. Erections rubbed together, making them both hiss in pleasure. Their
lips met and Robin opened his mouth to receive the thrust of John’s tongue.

The heat and weight of John’s body was comforting. As he
felt the tremors of his lover’s arousal, Robin opened his eyes and found
himself meeting John’s intense gaze. John smiled at him and slid down Robin’s
body to nuzzle the sparse hair at the base of his cock. He gasped as the other
man cupped his balls and rolled them gently in their soft sac and tongued his
way along his shaft. Warm, wet heat suddenly engulfed the crown and Rob dug his
fingers into the blanket, searching for control and groaned. John teased the
sensitive underside of his cock with light strokes of his tongue before
swallowing him. Taking almost his whole length and drawing back with hard
suction.

Robin’s hips jerked as they tried to follow the retreat but
almost before he had time to pull back John was on him again. He slipped his
fingers into John’s hair, whole body trembling with the effort to hold, not
pull. Lips forming silent curses. John gripped his hips with bruising force and
hummed his pleasure, the vibrations making Rob’s own fingers tighten their
grasp.

Again and again John advanced and withdrew so slowly Robin
felt he might stay on the razor edge between pleasure and release forever.
Until finally John stroked a finger down his perineum and pressed gently
against his asshole. Robin grunted and felt his climax roar through him,
explode from him as John swallowed. John slithered back up his body and their
mouths met again, the taste of Robin’s seed salting the kiss. John’s cock
nudged against him and drew a sticky wet circle on Rob’s belly.

Robin smoothed his hand down John’s chest and abdomen until
he reached the hard shaft. Grasping it firmly in his hand, he stroked in time
with the play of their tongues, loving the small whimpers of pleasure John made
into his mouth. Robin felt his partner’s orgasm approach in the fine tension of
his muscles and the quickening of his breaths and squeezed John’s cock a little
harder. John clutched at him and shouted as his release shot from him, painting
Rob’s belly with his musky essence. The two lovers collapsed together, hearts
pounding.

Gradually Rob became aware of his surroundings once more.
The heat and weight of John’s body wrapped around his as the sun warmed them
and the breeze cooled them. The sea still lapped at the shore and the gulls
still cried out. John raised himself to his elbow and with a gentle, intimate
smile moved to lie by his side. Taking Robin’s hand in his and interlacing
their fingers, he brought their hands to his mouth to kiss the matching gold
bands.

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