Mending Him (13 page)

All those hours touching this body, longing for more. And now he could. At last the feast was open for him. Anything else—the strange room, the thought of his family—vanished. He could do whatever he wanted, and God, he wanted so much. He’d waste no more time on delicate, useless regrets. They didn’t have enough time, and he wouldn’t squander another second.

He wrenched off his waistcoat and grabbed his own shirt and pulled it off over his head. His hands trembled, and he cursed softly when he had trouble with his own thick shoes. For a moment, he paused.

No one ever saw him naked. The doctor who’d watched over him during the worst of his wasting disease had only examined his limbs. The rest of him, his too pale flesh and his weakened leg—what would Charles think?

No more. He was done with fear and worries.

“Good, you’re going to join me here?” Charles said, sounding surprised and pleased. “It’s a bit narrow, but there’s room for us both. Thank you, Robbit.”

A moment later, he added, “My God, you’re lovely. Such a strong, clean body.”

Robbie paused as he crawled onto the bed. Why would he use the word clean? That word brought too much with it. He’d always felt slightly befouled with the weakened limb. He managed to say, “Hardly strong.”

“Powerful,” Charles said and drew him down into his arms. He’d discarded his own vest and wore only the thin drawers. Their chests met, so much skin touching. Robbie forgot his limp, forgot everything but sensation, and his breath hissed out at the pleasurable jolt at their contact. This. Oh God above, this was all he needed. But then Charles held his head and nibbled at his mouth, and he woke from the tiny reverie.

Kisses! How could he have forgotten that pleasure? They hadn’t been able to exchange more than a few hasty touches of lips for too long, but now they had leisure for real exploration.

He writhed, impatient to get the perfect angle for his mouth to taste. Under him, Charles shifted, and his hip scraped over Robbie’s painfully aroused cock.

Oh, yes. More of
that
as soon as possible.

He reached between them and unbuttoned Charles’s drawers. He pulled back to draw more air and to admire the dark red hair and darker red cock. That was what he needed.

He shifted, moving down Charles’s long muscular torso, impatient with that new hunger. Robbie wanted it all. His skin and his mouth and his hands and his cock—every inch of his body required Charles.

His mouth won. He’d taste the delicious flavor of Charles, the crisp hair of his belly, the tender skin of his cock. Robbie licked his lips.

Chapter Fourteen

In the many hotels where he’d stayed over the years, Charles had reclined on silkier sheets, rested his head on plumper pillows, sunk into more feathery mattresses on wider beds and had more skillful lovers tend to his cock. But no experience he’d ever had could compare to this moment, this wonderful, astonishing, one-of-a-kind moment with Robbie crouched over him, encircling his cock in one fist. As much as Charles might like to tell himself it was long abstinence that made that touch feel especially good, he knew it wasn’t true. Not just any touch from any man would do. This was his special friend
Robbit
tentatively touching his lips to the moist tip of Charles’s cock, then opening his mouth and slowly engulfing his erection in warmth and wetness. Robbie’s awkward eagerness made the act better than any Charles had ever received.

It struck him that both times they’d been intimate, it had been the less experienced Robbie who’d taken the lead. Robbie had lunged at Charles and kissed him that first time before taking both their cocks in his hand and rubbing. Now it was virginal Robbie who experimented with his mouth and hands, sucking and stroking Charles’s erection with enthusiasm.

Charles gasped as teeth scraped the tender side of his shaft and his cockhead hit the back of Robbie’s throat. This was bliss and felt so good it took all his concentration to stop from spending quickly. He squeezed his eyes shut, slowed his panting breath and gripped handfuls of the sheet beneath him. He squirmed and thrust his hips up, begging for more.

Robbie sucked hard and slid a hand up and down the base of his shaft. He reached lower and cupped Charles’s sac, fondling the weight of it and sliding one finger along the groove behind, that dark, forbidden, and oh so sensitive path leading to Charles’s clenching anus.
More. More.
He wanted Robbie to trace the aperture and delve inside, but Robbie was not that bold. His finger withdrew, returning to rub Charles’s balls.

No matter. This was fine. Just this—Robbie’s hot mouth swallowing him down and his hand gliding over slick skin. Charles could hardly wait to return the favor. Robbie had never in his life experienced the sensation of someone sucking his cock. He’d made that clear in their conversations. Charles wanted to be the one to give him that. In fact, he should be providing Robbie first pleasure, rather than lounging here and soaking up all the delight Robbie gave him. But it was too late to interrupt things now.

Charles felt the familiar stirring inside him, tension growing into something nearly painful, trembling and wanting—no,
longing
for fulfillment. He would not hold back any more. He would finish quickly, not at all difficult given the strength of the lust rolling through him, and
then
he would show Robbie a good time, the best time he could possibly give him. Sweet, innocent Robbie deserved it. He’d struggled so long and hard against his inclinations. Now it was up to Charles to show him the wonderful reasons for giving in.

Robbie sucked too deeply and made a small gagging sound. It was that soft little choke that pushed Charles over the edge. The throbbing ache low in his groin exploded upward, barreling through him like a runaway horse. He groaned and jerked, chest heaving. His eyes flickered open, and he looked down at the beautiful sight of Robbie between his legs, mouth stretched around him, swallowing. It was a sight he’d begun to think he would never witness. His fantasies had centered more on him doing this to Robbie rather than the other way around. He hadn’t imagined the novice would take over with such assurance.

As his tremors subsided and Robbie released him, Charles reached down and ruffled the man’s hair. “You continue to amaze me, Robbit. Just when I think I can predict your behavior, you show quite another side of your character.”

Robbie said nothing, just smiled and laid Charles’s flagging erection against his belly, leaving it with a little stroke.

“And now, let me return the favor.” Charles moved from his spot on the narrow bed, grunting a bit as he sat. He patted the warm spot he’d vacated. “Come. Lie down. It would be lovely if we could push the two beds together into one large enough to accommodate us, but I don’t believe we could move one of them, even working together.”

“No,” Robbie agreed, glancing at the heavy frame, but Charles could tell the inn’s furniture was the last thing on his mind. Robbie settled onto the mattress, his head filling the groove Charles’s head had left behind on the pillow. He licked his lips, a telltale sign of his nervousness. “Like this?”

“Yes. That’s just right. Relax, my lad. One would think you were bracing yourself for a doctor’s examination. This will be much pleasanter, I assure you.”

Charles grinned and moved a bit farther down on the bed. Given the limitations of his healing legs, he could not kneel over Robbie. Instead, he sat with calves over the edge of the bed, body twisted to face Robbie. He slid a hand up one lightly haired bare leg from shin to shanks. The man shivered beneath his touch like a nervous horse, a little uneasy but ready to run.

For several moments, Charles stroked his leg lightly, moving a little closer to the heavy length of cock jutting from the curls of dark hair, but not yet touching it. He judged the growing excitement in Robbie’s reactions, the quickened breathing, the dilation of his eyes, the whimper he couldn’t quite suppress.

“Are you quite ready now?” Charles teased. “For I wouldn’t want to rush you. I can do this all day.” Again he rubbed his hand up the thigh covered with wiry hair, grazed Robbie’s balls with one finger, then moved away again, leaving him wanting.

“No, you can’t.” Robbie’s voice was harsh, lower and darker than its usual light tenor. “Because Aunt Lenore expects us back before nightfall with the fabric. We have a limited number of hours here.”

“True. Lenore is a bore. How I wish we’d simply told her we needed to rest up at the other end of our journey. Then we could have spent the night.” Feeling the constraints of time binding him, Charles abandoned his play—which, given an entire day alone together, he would have carried on indefinitely, or until he had Robbie literally begging for his touch.

Charles leaned over, and his hips gave a twinge. Even though his lower legs had been broken in the carriage accident, the weeks of being wheelchair-bound had done something to his hips as well. These days it seemed his body was a conglomeration of many little aches and pains. He ignored the twinge and focused on the task at hand.
In
his hand, to be precise. He took hold of Robbie’s erection and simply held it, savoring the thickness and weight against his palm.

He slid his hand up and down while gazing at Robbie’s face. His lips were parted, and a soft exhalation came from between them. His head moved on the pillow, chin tipping up and throat arching as Charles gripped and slowly drew his hand from the base to the tip of Robbie’s cock. The sight of that exposed throat set his heart stammering. He wished he could be two places at once, up near Robbie’s face, kissing and nuzzling his mouth and neck, and down here, doing the same to his cock. But since he couldn’t be, Charles focused his all on Robbie’s erection. He bent down and licked once all the way up its length, then blew lightly over the dampened strip.

“You let me know what you like,” he murmured. “What you want more of. Because, Robbit, I plan to give you everything you want and more.”

What did he like? Robbie couldn’t think of one thing Charles was doing that he
didn’t
like. The mere touch of the other man’s hands on his most private places was beyond anything he’d ever hoped to feel. He simply had no words for the pleasure he felt, and so he gave a guttural grunt.

Charles chuckled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. You do want more of this.”

The hand holding him so securely in its grip had released. Now Charles was licking him—his shaft, his balls, tongue-bathing him all over down there until Robbie feared he’d shudder apart and it would all be over in an instant.

Steady on,
he warned himself and tried to control his breathing. He was reminded of how he’d learned to manage pain when the aches in his legs had been much more severe than they were these days. It was all in the breathing. He’d learned to distance himself from the little woes of his body. This amazing, powerful pleasure throbbing in him was no different. If he wanted his cockstand to last awhile and not spend like a schoolboy on allowance day, he must master his body and postpone the release.

Robbie sucked in a breath through his teeth as Charles burrowed his face farther between his legs,
sucking
his sac and—was that audible sniff the sound of Charles inhaling his scent? Good Lord! That clever tongue continued to lap over his flesh, driving him mad. Occasionally, Charles would nip, adding just a touch of pain to enhance the pleasure. This was beyond what Robbie had envisioned one man could do to another. Rubbing or even sucking a cock had filled his fantasies, but he’d never imagined the hedonistic
pleasure
Charles took in the scent and feel of his body, all of his body, for now a finger was lightly circling his bunghole and then probing inside.

“Ah!” Robbie couldn’t suppress an exclamation at the unexpected entry. His muscles clenched hard around the intrusive finger as if to reject it. Yet a hunger deep inside him unfurled even more and screamed
yes, yes, yes!
He wanted that entry. He wanted to know what something even larger, something like, say, a cock might feel pushing into that far too small entrance.

Charles came up for air, his mouth and chin glistening and his eyes twinkling. “Was that a ‘yes’ too? You like what I’m doing? Then tell me so.”

“Yes,” Robbie muttered. “I like what you’re doing. More, please.”

Charming Charles. How could one look at that handsome, laughing face and not feel a corresponding joy? Robbie was filled with bubbling effervescence as Charles laughed and then resumed his business. His mouth engulfed Robbie now, plunging all the way down his shaft. His throat must be impossibly full, but the man never gagged. Up and then down again, his entire head bobbed. Meanwhile, his finger kept occupied with Robbie’s rear entrance. It tickled around the circumference before easing inside, deeper this time.

Robbie’s body relaxed, allowing—no, welcoming the incursion. He raised his hips higher to make it easier for Charles to reach him. He closed his eyes now, giving over completely to the sensations engulfing his body, rising and falling on waves of pleasure. The thread of tension inside him drew tighter and tighter, and he found himself panting for air.

Charles moved faster, combining his sucking with the brisk rubbing of one hand on the lower part of Robbie’s cock. At the same time, he managed to add a second finger along with the first, stretching and filling Robbie’s channel. The man was a juggler, able to keep several plates spinning without dropping one. And, oh, it felt so wonderful, so
right
that Robbie could not imagine why people could possibly think this act was wrong.

Then he stopped thinking as all the plates crashed together in midair and showered down in glittering fragments. His body spasmed so powerfully that he felt he might explode. The remaining bits of his brain went careening off into some other space, and he nearly blacked out as he forgot to keep breathing.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Charles suddenly let go of him, threw his body on top of Robbie’s and clapped a hand over his mouth. “Shh! Not so loud or you’ll have the landlord up here throwing us out, or worse.”

Robbie wasn’t aware he’d cried out at the moment of release. It must have been quite a bellow. Now he laughed uncontrollably into Charles’s palm, which smelled like Robbie’s own flesh, a musky scent that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

Charles chuckled too. “You’re mad! Take hold of yourself, man.” But the sparkle in his eyes belied his words, and Robbie could tell he was delighted by his abrupt loss of composure.

“You enjoyed yourself, then?” Charles teased. “Just a wee bit, perhaps?”

Robbie kissed the palm that covered his mouth, and when Charles removed it, he murmured, “You are a vain man. You enjoy hearing how good you are, don’t you?”

“Don’t need to hear it. I
know
it,” Charles retorted smugly.

He rolled off Robbie, leaving his body barren and cold, and lurched toward the washstand to clean up. He returned with a glass of water for Robbie, filled from the pitcher.

Robbie accepted and drank it gratefully before handing back the empty glass. He looked up at Charles. “Thank you.” He meant for far more than the water.

The man caressed his cheek, grazing it lightly with the backs of his knuckles. “You’re very welcome. Thank
you.
And now that the cordialities are accomplished, let us lie here for a time and recover our strength before going to see about the fabric and the upholsterer.”

Robbie could not argue, not when Charles was already wedging himself into the narrow bed beside him and throwing an arm and leg over Robbie to keep himself anchored in place. The weight of those limbs enfolding him felt too good. Charles’s head nestled on the pillow beside his, a puff of breath tickling Robbie’s shoulder with each exhalation. Oh, what joy this simple pleasure brought—to lie in bed with his lover, side by side, curved around each other, perfectly relaxed, perfectly harmonized.

“All right, then,” Robbie murmured. “But not for long or we shan’t be able to accomplish our errands and return home before dark.”

That was his last thought before losing consciousness. That and
if I could sleep this way every night of my life, I should never want for another thing.