Chapter 15-Feel Like Making Love
Thomas balked at the entrance to the pen. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said doubtfully to Rob.
The rocker grinned at him. “Oh, come on Thomas. You’ll love it. Look at how cute they are!” he waved a hand at the baby goats tottering around the pen on long, fragile-looking legs.
“I don’t really like animals. They’re smelly and well…unclean,” the accountant replied as he backed up a bit.
Rob roared with laughter. “I’m sorry Thomas, but that’s hilarious!” he said when he could speak again, wiping at his eyes. “You’re so adorable. Come on, what could it hurt? They aren’t going to bite you, I promise.”
He got another doubtful look out of that pair of big brown eyes, which made his lips twitch again. Rob got far more entertainment out of talking his boyfriend into going to places like this petting zoo, than he had out of the wild parties he’d used to throw at his house. Thomas was so cute whenever he put the accountant into new situations. And the best part was watching his eyes light up, and that sweet little smile come out when he started to enjoy himself. Which he always did in the end. He tried coaxing Thomas again. “Just one little pet. Please, for me?” he batted his eyes a little in his best ‘little boy begging’ routine, which worked every time.
This time was no exception. Thomas sighed, but inched into the pen. He was looking at the tiny kids (goat babies were called kids) as though he expected them to fly at him at any moment. Rob held in his laughter with a great effort, watching as Thomas warily approached the kid that the rocker was crouched down next to. The baby was drinking from a bottle he held, and waggling its stubby tail enthusiastically. The accountant came close enough that he could crouch down as well, and reach out slowly to touch the white coat.
Rob almost held his breath as Thomas’s fingers touched the kid’s coat. The baby goat didn’t stop drinking from the bottle, as those digits moved in slow wonder over the silky/coarse hair of his back. “See? He isn’t going to attack you,” the rocker said softly.
Thomas’s face was absorbed as he ran his fingers through the long hair. “My word,” he breathed. “This is the first time that I’ve ever been this close to a farm animal before. And when your cat jumped on my lap, that was the first time I’d ever gotten that close to a feline.”
Rob’s brows lifted slightly. “You never had a pet?” he asked.
Thomas shook his head. “My parents would never have allowed it. They were insistent on cleanliness and order,” he explained. “Pets were conducive to neither of those things.”
“True,” Rob said with a compassionate glance at him. “But neither are kids.”
Thomas grimaced slightly. “I was an accident,” he replied quietly. “And my parents never knew what to do with me.”
Rob’s fingers closed over his atop the kid’s back. Their eyes met as well, and the rocker spoke softly but firmly: “You aren’t an accident, Thomas. And I’m sorry that your parents didn’t know what to do with you – but I know what I’D like to do with you,” he added with a very gentle leer.
Thomas turned faintly pink, but also worked up a smile for him. Rob patted his fingers. “Do you want to try feeding him for a little bit?” he asked.
Thomas nodded after a moment, and the rocker motioned for him to maneuver himself around so that he was at the kid’s head. He took the bottle from Rob’s fingers, and the baby goat didn’t even stop drinking then. Thomas crouched there, looking at that cute face with the big eyes and the twitching ears. Tiny horns were growing from the top of the kid’s head. He glanced up at Rob, seeing the other man sitting cross-legged nearby watching him with pleasure. Thomas felt a lance of gratitude and a quiet happiness go through him.
Rob Carleton had changed his life right down to its foundations. In the last two weeks, he’d taken Thomas to all kinds of fascinating places on their dates. An arcade, a historical movie theater, a concert in a park. The concert hadn’t been the loud music that he produced with his band; it had been folk singing, actually, which Thomas had really enjoyed. In between, Rob had hung around at his house with him. They’d eaten together, and had watched movies or listened to music. He’d had more fun than he would have ever thought possible before this.
And of course there were the intimate things. The touching and the kissing. Rob had been careful not to go too much further with him, even though he could see that the rocker was suffering more than a little holding himself back. Thomas greatly appreciated his infinite patience and self-control. But the truth was, he himself was starting to long for more. His fears were slowly fading, and yearning was taking its place. Thomas wanted to experience the act of love, and he wanted to experience it with the man who’d been so kind and gentle with him.
Thomas made a resolution. But he kept what he was thinking to himself for the moment, turning his attention back to the kid. He wanted to surprise Rob when they got back home. He felt rather giddy with anticipation as he held the bottle for the baby goat.
Rob, unaware of Thomas’s thoughts, looked at his watch. “Hey, we should get going,” he remarked. “I’m starting to get hungry. Unless you want to stay?” he asked the accountant.
“No, that’s all right. Thank you for bringing me here,” Thomas replied as the rocker took the bottle from him deftly.
“No problem. And see, you’re not horribly dirty and you don’t smell,” he said with a wink.
Thomas looked down at his clothes, which were still close to pristine. “Yes,” he agreed.
Rob grinned and slung an arm around his waist to steer him out of the pen. “I love the weekends,” he remarked happily. “I get you all day, instead of just in the evening.”
Thomas agreed. He loved spending the weekends with Rob. And perhaps today they’d spend all day in the…his mouth went dry at the very thought. But he was also determined. He wanted Rob Carleton just as much as the rocker wanted him. Why shouldn’t they both get what they wanted?
Driving home, he was so nervous that his hands were slick with sweat. He didn’t say anything, although Rob didn’t expect him to since Thomas seldom chattered on when he was driving. The rocker was sprawled in his seat, listening to the radio. He’d finally gotten the accountant to let him listen to more contemporary forms of music on the car radio, although he sometimes looked quite chagrined when Rob did so. The rocker was humming to himself and tapping his fingers on the door beside him.
Then they were pulling into his driveway. Thomas took a deep breath, feeling shaky but still resolved. “Rob,” he said, and the slight quiver in his voice made the other man look at him in concern.
“What’s the matter, Thomas?” he asked.
“I…I would very much like it if you would…err…make love to me,” Thomas said, closing his eyes.
Shocked silence. Then: “Are you serious, Thomas?” Rob asked hopefully. He nodded, unable to speak. “Oh, baby, you have made me very happy,” Rob said, and a hand came to rest on his arm. It stroked over the fabric of his shirt tenderly. “But are you totally sure? I won’t force you into anything, you know that.”
“Yes, I know. You’ve been remarkably patient with me,” Thomas replied, opening his eyes. He turned his head to meet those watchful(but still hopeful) ebony orbs. “For which I am grateful. But I want…I would like to be with you,” he told Rob shakily.
“Damn,” the rocker breathed. “Okay. Listen, Thomas, this is what I want you to do. Go inside and take a shower. Don’t bother getting dressed, just wear your robe. I’m gonna go and get some things we’ll need from my house, then I’ll be back. Wait for me,” he leaned over to lightly kiss the accountant on the lips, then got out of the car hurriedly.
Thomas tried to pull himself together. Finally, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, going into his house on shaky legs. He still couldn’t quite believe that he’d initiated this, but there was nothing that he wanted more right now than to be with Rob intimately. He walked down to his bathroom to do as Rob had said and take a shower. Slowly he took his clothing off, with fingers that shook badly. He knew that if he hadn’t trusted Rob so completely then he wouldn’t have been able to go through with this. But he did. He knew that the rocker would take good care of him.
He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water relax him just a little bit. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, as though trying to wash away his fear and unease. When he was done, he got out and toweled himself off. Then he wrapped himself naked in his robe and padded down toward the kitchen to make himself some chamomile tea to calm his nerves. But before he could get there, he heard a knock at his front door. He froze, then took a deep breath and walked over to let Rob in.
The rocker was carrying a bag over one shoulder, and his eyes were gleaming with a look that made Thomas’ breath come short. He smiled sensually when he saw the accountant in his bathrobe. “Hey good lookin’, can I come in?” he asked.
Thomas nodded silently, and stepped back to let the other man in. Rob turned to him. “Let’s take this slow and easy,” he told Thomas. “We have all the time in the world. Okay?”
The accountant nodded again. Rob smiled and walked toward him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “I like this robe,” he said against Thomas’s lips. “It’s soft,” his fingers rubbed over the terrycloth robe, making Thomas’s breath start to pant in his chest a bit. “Almost as soft as you,” the rocker breathed, making him shiver.
“S-Shall we…go to my…bedroom?” he stuttered nervously.
Rob nodded, curling his hand over Thomas’s arm. They walked down the hallway toward his bedroom together, the accountant’s mouth going dry as he struggled not to panic. He really did want this, no matter how nervosa it made him. The rocker, sensing his unease, simply caressed his arm very lightly and said nothing. Thomas took courage from that soft touch. Inside the room, he looked at the neatly made bed and then at Rob with a desperate question in his eyes. He got an encouraging smile and a touch on his chin.
“Don’t be scared, Thomas,” the rocker whispered to him. “I’ll take good care of you, you know that.”
Thomas did know. The trust he felt showed in those big brown eyes, taking Rob’s breath away in turn. He bent his head and kissed the accountant, taking his time, exploring the delights of that sweet little mouth. Thomas moaned for him, like candy floss, and wrapped his arms around Rob’s neck as he’d learned to do over the last few weeks. Their bodies pressed together, and the feel of that slim form against his made Rob feel rather wild. Now, when he’d finally gotten permission to do what he’d wanted to ever since he’d first seen Thomas’s cute little ass in those tan shorts, all he wanted was to throw the accountant down and take him over and over again. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t. There was no way that he could hurt or scare his adorable, precious Thomas. He’d never forgive himself if he did.
For now, he contented himself with kissing Thomas to get him relaxed. This was what they’d been doing for the past few weeks, after all. His hands slid down the other man’s back, caressing everything he could reach. Finally he pulled away, looking down into the accountant’s flushed little face. He lifted a hand to cup Thomas’s cheek. “You ready for a bit more, baby?” he crooned.
Thomas blinked, then nodded ever so slightly. Rob smiled at him and kissed the end of his nose. He wrinkled it automatically, making the rocker chuckle as he sent his hands down to the belt of the robe. Thomas stiffened when he felt fingers begin to loosen it, but Rob kissed him lightly to distract him. “I gotta see you naked if we’re gonna do this,” he pointed out softly.
Thomas knew that. He tried not to be too tense as Rob slowly undid the belt and opened the front of his robe. Then those black eyes were looking at his naked body, and he trembled slightly. “Wow, you are gorgeous,” he heard the other man say reverently. “I just knew you would be.”
This compliment helped him to relax a bit. Part of his nervousness had been a fear that Rob wouldn’t find him attractive. “May I touch you, Thomas?” Rob asked, surprising him. The dark eyes were serious when he looked up into them.
“yes,” he whispered.
Rob put out a hand and touched his bare chest. He gasped a little as those long fingers slid over his skin in slow circles. He found himself staring down at that hand helplessly, barely able to breathe properly as it reached one of his dark pink nipples. Then he gave a small cry as fingertips pinched over it, and a thumb rubbed over the tip. This felt so good! His back arched into the caress. Rob was breathing rather heavily as well as he moved his hand over to the other nipple. He tweaked it gently into a peak, drinking in the small sounds of pleasure that Thomas made.
Now the other hand joined the first, and they both lay flat against his skin as they began to drift south. Rob began to sink to his knees, taking Thomas by surprise again. A light kiss on his quivering belly did not reassure him. “It’s all right, baby,” the rocker crooned. “You’ll love everything that I do to you, I promise.”
Thomas took a steadying breath as Rob kissed his belly again. He blushed as the other man neared his erect penis, Rob’s hands moving to cradle his hips. Soft breath blew over his pubic hair, and he jerked and made a mewling sound. A pressing of lips against his thigh, light as a butterfly’s kiss. His chest was heaving, his eyes glazed. The long fingered hands slid around to cup his ass, and he might have objected to this except that Rob leaned forward at the same time and delicately licked the tip of his cock.
He could hear himself making loud sounds, but his whole concentration was on the man kneeling in front of him. Oh God, Rob’s mouth had opened and he was sinking into it…Thomas bit at his lip desperately, his hands opening and closing at his sides. The sucking was warm and wet and so very wonderful…Rob’s eyes came up to meet his, and he whimpered as he felt a tongue curling around him in an almost prehensile manner. His hips were rocking automatically, without his conscious control. This was so good that all of his fear was leaking away. How could he be afraid of something so marvelous? His stomach was tightening, the muscles as hard as boards. Fireworks seemed to be going off behind his eyes.
He heard some low, animal sounds that he realized dimly were coming from his own throat. He grabbed at Rob’s hair, holding on, as he started to go blind and deaf. Nothing existed for him but the warm mouth taking him in, and the pleasure swamping him. Hands squeezed at his buttocks, and the sweet sucking increased even more. Thomas wailed as his whole body seemed to explode. He unraveled, spinning out into the cosmos, and when he returned to himself he was a limp mass hanging in Rob’s arms. The rocker was holding him up, and had a smug look on his face as he licked his lips like a cat with cream. Thomas felt a faint blush crawl over his cheeks as he realized just what it was that the other man was licking off of his lips.
“You okay, Thomas?” the rocker asked tenderly.
He nodded, feeling as though his entire body had become an oozing blob with no skeletal system or muscles. Rob chuckled softly and kissed his throat, nuzzling at the skin with his nose. “Time for more,” he said in a throaty voice, then picked Thomas up and carried him to the bed.
He found his robe being slid off his body, and he didn’t care. Then Rob straightened up and began to take his clothes off slowly. Thomas blinked up at him, most of his nervousness having fled after that last wondrous interlude. The rocker bared that body he’d seen pretty often, although there was one very important part that he’d never seen before. His eyes fastened on it as Rob slid his pants down without shame, displaying his cock to Thomas’s gaze. It was the first time that he’d ever seen another man’s erect penis, and somehow it seemed right and perfect to him. Then the rocker crawled onto the bed and laid himself carefully over Thomas, hovering over him on his forearms.
He bent his head and kissed Thomas with slow intensity, lightly rubbing his bare skin against the accountant’s. Thomas’s arms came up to close over his broad shoulders, feeling the skin under his fingers as Rob’s mouth sucked at his. He tasted something on the other man’s lips…what was it? When he realized, he gasped in startlement and a bit of disgust.
Rob laughed against his lips. “It’s not so bad,” he said, laying kisses along the accountant’s jaw line. “I like the taste of you.”
Thomas wanted to groan, but his attention was somewhat diverted when he felt something hard being pressed against his belly. It slid over his skin, making his breath come fast. Rob began to suckle at his throat, giving him small bites and kisses as he continued to rub his cock against Thomas’s belly and groin. A tongue lapped at his chest, tasting the salt of his skin. Then his mouth reached a nipple, and Thomas learned another new pleasure. The pull of Rob’s mouth around his sensitive nipple made him gasp and cry out.
Rob’s mouth seemed to be everywhere, licking and sucking at every bit of his skin. Thomas was soon lost again, the fire rekindling in his belly. He never would have imagined that the inside of his elbows would be erogenous zones, nor that he’d like having his fingers sucked. Rob talked to him as he explored, telling Thomas how gorgeous and sexy he was and how good he tasted. He became entranced by that beautiful voice, caught like a fly in a web. Time flowed away, and he was nothing but a quivering mass of sensation by the time that Rob slid between his legs and gently thrust a slick finger inside of his body.
He’d been prepared so well that Thomas felt neither pain nor fear when Rob’s long finger slid into him. It was a strange sensation, but not a bad one. Rob fingered him with care, licking and biting gently at his hipbone as thigh as he did so. He moaned over and over, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes as those amazing fingers wormed their way into him. Finally Rob kissed his stomach and said urgently: “Thomas, I can’t wait anymore. Please, baby, can I make love to you now?”’ he sounded strained, desperate.
Thomas lifted his head and craned his neck to look into those hungry black eyes. Rob’s face was twisted as he fought with himself. The accountant shivered faintly, then croaked: “Yes, you may. I want you to, Rob.”
The rocker closed his eyes and shuddered. “Thank God,” he rasped.
He slid away, and when he returned Thomas saw that he was wearing a condom. “Better safe than sorry,” Rob said when he saw where the brown eyes were looking. “I know you’re clean, but I don’t know about myself yet until I get tested.”
The accountant watched as Rob leaned over to grab a pillow from the bed. He was puzzled for a moment, then the other man moved back around to position it under his hips. “It’ll help,” he explained. “Give you a better angle. Trust me.”
He did. Thomas breathed in and out as Rob slid between his legs once more and spread them. Then he lifted Thomas’s feet and set them against his chest. “This’ll help too,” he went on. “Brace yourself, baby, I’m coming in,” he added with a mischievous look.
He set one hand on Thomas’s thigh, and the other one curled around his own cock. The condom had been smeared with lube; it glistened as he set the tip of his erection against Thomas’s anus. The accountant tried not to stiffen, his fingers curling into his bedspread as the head was rubbed slowly against the sensitive puckered tissue. The rocker smiled down at him reassuringly just as the tip breached him and slid inside.
Thomas made a low sound of pain, and Rob halted. His hand rubbed at Thomas’s thigh. “Just relax, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Let me in. You won’t get hurt, I promise.”
Thomas tried to breathe and to get his muscles to relax around the invader. He wasn’t totally successful with either, but he managed well enough that another inch slowly slid inside. He groaned. “That’s it, honey,” Rob said from between gritted teeth. “Damn, you feel good! Ugh, shit,” he rasped, his head bowing as he fought his instincts just to plow into Thomas in one long thrust.
Thomas was panting, but his body was slowly starting to adjust to the feeling of penetration. It wasn’t so bad, really. Watching his face, Rob saw that it was safe to push in a little more. Those tight muscles caressed him, taking him in; it was fan-fucking-tastic. And even better because this was Thomas, sexy cute little Thomas, giving up his virginity to Rob. Fuck that was good for a man’s ego! That someone as uptight and nervous as Thomas Merriweather would consent to have sex with him - this was the most precious gift that he’d ever been given, and Rob knew it. He’d never undervalue either the gift or the giver. He wanted to stay buried in Thomas for the rest of his life.
In, in, in. Slowly but surely he slid into Thomas’s tight little body, using the expressions
on that adorable face to tell him when he could move again. Finally he was fully buried to his balls, and he stopped entirely to savor being connected with Thomas like this. Reaching down, he took the accountant’s limp cock in his hand and stroked it. He wanted his new lover to feel only pleasure, not pain. He wanted Thomas to have the best experience possible for this first time.
Their eyes locked as he pulled at Thomas’s cock, reviving it. He let all of his desire and satisfaction show, and the brown eyes half flickered shut as the accountant’s breathing picked up. He was starting to feel desire again. Rob tried a small thrust, a little pulling away and returning, and a breathy moan told him that it was all right to start to move. Slowly, easily, he pushed in and pulled out in shallow strokes.
Thomas’s mouth had opened and his eyes had closed. His head rolled on the bed as Rob continued to move slowly within him. The rocker’s hips swayed as he moved with an almost balletic grace, taking his time even though he just wanted to rut and snort like a bull. His hand never stopped moving either, twisting and lightly pulling at Thomas’s erection. “Robbb,” he heard the other man call, and he watched with darkened eyes as Thomas’s back arched off the bed.
That was his cue to pick up the pace a bit, and to change the angle of his thrusting just a little. His hand lifted Thomas’s hips even further, and Rob shoved inward in a long stroke. Those brown eyes opened wide, as did that sweet pink mouth. “Ahh!” Thomas cried, “uhh!”
That was the ticket, Rob thought smugly as he did it again. And again. And again. Thomas writhed so beautifully for him, that soft skin shimmering with sweat as he began to pump his hips forcefully. The sound of skin meeting skin and their cries and groans were loud in the bedroom. Rob’s hand tightened just under the head of Thomas’s penis, his thumb digging in a little as he really went to town. Oh God, he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer! Rob locked his teeth together and drove into Thomas’s squirming body, shuddering as he came violently. His head flew back, and he moaned at the ceiling as he came to a halt.
His mind returned to him after a short interim, and he looked down at Thomas. His lover was lying there unmoving, and Rob realized from the white spatter over the man’s chest and stomach that Thomas had come as well. He released the spent cock and slowly withdrew from the accountant’s tight body, hearing a very soft moan. His body didn’t seem to want to obey him. Fumbling, he stripped of the condom and tossed it in the trash can near the bed. Then Rob crawled down the bed so that he could pull Thomas into his arms and nuzzle the sweating soft brown hair near his ear. Cleaning up and doing other things like showering, eating (or having sex again) could wait until later. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the afterglow.
Thomas seemed to have fallen asleep on him. The rocker nestled the other man’s body up against his, chest to back; then he drew in Thomas’s scent as he let his fingers stroke through the soft hair. “I think…” he began softly as he nosed the back of his lover’s neck. “I think I could fall in love with you, Thomas. Shit, I think I already have.”
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Thomas balked at the entrance to the pen. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said doubtfully to Rob.
The rocker grinned at him. “Oh, come on Thomas. You’ll love it. Look at how cute they are!” he waved a hand at the baby goats tottering around the pen on long, fragile-looking legs.
“I don’t really like animals. They’re smelly and well…unclean,” the accountant replied as he backed up a bit.
Rob roared with laughter. “I’m sorry Thomas, but that’s hilarious!” he said when he could speak again, wiping at his eyes. “You’re so adorable. Come on, what could it hurt? They aren’t going to bite you, I promise.”
He got another doubtful look out of that pair of big brown eyes, which made his lips twitch again. Rob got far more entertainment out of talking his boyfriend into going to places like this petting zoo, than he had out of the wild parties he’d used to throw at his house. Thomas was so cute whenever he put the accountant into new situations. And the best part was watching his eyes light up, and that sweet little smile come out when he started to enjoy himself. Which he always did in the end. He tried coaxing Thomas again. “Just one little pet. Please, for me?” he batted his eyes a little in his best ‘little boy begging’ routine, which worked every time.
This time was no exception. Thomas sighed, but inched into the pen. He was looking at the tiny kids (goat babies were called kids) as though he expected them to fly at him at any moment. Rob held in his laughter with a great effort, watching as Thomas warily approached the kid that the rocker was crouched down next to. The baby was drinking from a bottle he held, and waggling its stubby tail enthusiastically. The accountant came close enough that he could crouch down as well, and reach out slowly to touch the white coat.
Rob almost held his breath as Thomas’s fingers touched the kid’s coat. The baby goat didn’t stop drinking from the bottle, as those digits moved in slow wonder over the silky/coarse hair of his back. “See? He isn’t going to attack you,” the rocker said softly.
Thomas’s face was absorbed as he ran his fingers through the long hair. “My word,” he breathed. “This is the first time that I’ve ever been this close to a farm animal before. And when your cat jumped on my lap, that was the first time I’d ever gotten that close to a feline.”
Rob’s brows lifted slightly. “You never had a pet?” he asked.
Thomas shook his head. “My parents would never have allowed it. They were insistent on cleanliness and order,” he explained. “Pets were conducive to neither of those things.”
“True,” Rob said with a compassionate glance at him. “But neither are kids.”
Thomas grimaced slightly. “I was an accident,” he replied quietly. “And my parents never knew what to do with me.”
Rob’s fingers closed over his atop the kid’s back. Their eyes met as well, and the rocker spoke softly but firmly: “You aren’t an accident, Thomas. And I’m sorry that your parents didn’t know what to do with you – but I know what I’D like to do with you,” he added with a very gentle leer.
Thomas turned faintly pink, but also worked up a smile for him. Rob patted his fingers. “Do you want to try feeding him for a little bit?” he asked.
Thomas nodded after a moment, and the rocker motioned for him to maneuver himself around so that he was at the kid’s head. He took the bottle from Rob’s fingers, and the baby goat didn’t even stop drinking then. Thomas crouched there, looking at that cute face with the big eyes and the twitching ears. Tiny horns were growing from the top of the kid’s head. He glanced up at Rob, seeing the other man sitting cross-legged nearby watching him with pleasure. Thomas felt a lance of gratitude and a quiet happiness go through him.
Rob Carleton had changed his life right down to its foundations. In the last two weeks, he’d taken Thomas to all kinds of fascinating places on their dates. An arcade, a historical movie theater, a concert in a park. The concert hadn’t been the loud music that he produced with his band; it had been folk singing, actually, which Thomas had really enjoyed. In between, Rob had hung around at his house with him. They’d eaten together, and had watched movies or listened to music. He’d had more fun than he would have ever thought possible before this.
And of course there were the intimate things. The touching and the kissing. Rob had been careful not to go too much further with him, even though he could see that the rocker was suffering more than a little holding himself back. Thomas greatly appreciated his infinite patience and self-control. But the truth was, he himself was starting to long for more. His fears were slowly fading, and yearning was taking its place. Thomas wanted to experience the act of love, and he wanted to experience it with the man who’d been so kind and gentle with him.
Thomas made a resolution. But he kept what he was thinking to himself for the moment, turning his attention back to the kid. He wanted to surprise Rob when they got back home. He felt rather giddy with anticipation as he held the bottle for the baby goat.
Rob, unaware of Thomas’s thoughts, looked at his watch. “Hey, we should get going,” he remarked. “I’m starting to get hungry. Unless you want to stay?” he asked the accountant.
“No, that’s all right. Thank you for bringing me here,” Thomas replied as the rocker took the bottle from him deftly.
“No problem. And see, you’re not horribly dirty and you don’t smell,” he said with a wink.
Thomas looked down at his clothes, which were still close to pristine. “Yes,” he agreed.
Rob grinned and slung an arm around his waist to steer him out of the pen. “I love the weekends,” he remarked happily. “I get you all day, instead of just in the evening.”
Thomas agreed. He loved spending the weekends with Rob. And perhaps today they’d spend all day in the…his mouth went dry at the very thought. But he was also determined. He wanted Rob Carleton just as much as the rocker wanted him. Why shouldn’t they both get what they wanted?
Driving home, he was so nervous that his hands were slick with sweat. He didn’t say anything, although Rob didn’t expect him to since Thomas seldom chattered on when he was driving. The rocker was sprawled in his seat, listening to the radio. He’d finally gotten the accountant to let him listen to more contemporary forms of music on the car radio, although he sometimes looked quite chagrined when Rob did so. The rocker was humming to himself and tapping his fingers on the door beside him.
Then they were pulling into his driveway. Thomas took a deep breath, feeling shaky but still resolved. “Rob,” he said, and the slight quiver in his voice made the other man look at him in concern.
“What’s the matter, Thomas?” he asked.
“I…I would very much like it if you would…err…make love to me,” Thomas said, closing his eyes.
Shocked silence. Then: “Are you serious, Thomas?” Rob asked hopefully. He nodded, unable to speak. “Oh, baby, you have made me very happy,” Rob said, and a hand came to rest on his arm. It stroked over the fabric of his shirt tenderly. “But are you totally sure? I won’t force you into anything, you know that.”
“Yes, I know. You’ve been remarkably patient with me,” Thomas replied, opening his eyes. He turned his head to meet those watchful(but still hopeful) ebony orbs. “For which I am grateful. But I want…I would like to be with you,” he told Rob shakily.
“Damn,” the rocker breathed. “Okay. Listen, Thomas, this is what I want you to do. Go inside and take a shower. Don’t bother getting dressed, just wear your robe. I’m gonna go and get some things we’ll need from my house, then I’ll be back. Wait for me,” he leaned over to lightly kiss the accountant on the lips, then got out of the car hurriedly.
Thomas tried to pull himself together. Finally, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, going into his house on shaky legs. He still couldn’t quite believe that he’d initiated this, but there was nothing that he wanted more right now than to be with Rob intimately. He walked down to his bathroom to do as Rob had said and take a shower. Slowly he took his clothing off, with fingers that shook badly. He knew that if he hadn’t trusted Rob so completely then he wouldn’t have been able to go through with this. But he did. He knew that the rocker would take good care of him.
He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water relax him just a little bit. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, as though trying to wash away his fear and unease. When he was done, he got out and toweled himself off. Then he wrapped himself naked in his robe and padded down toward the kitchen to make himself some chamomile tea to calm his nerves. But before he could get there, he heard a knock at his front door. He froze, then took a deep breath and walked over to let Rob in.
The rocker was carrying a bag over one shoulder, and his eyes were gleaming with a look that made Thomas’ breath come short. He smiled sensually when he saw the accountant in his bathrobe. “Hey good lookin’, can I come in?” he asked.
Thomas nodded silently, and stepped back to let the other man in. Rob turned to him. “Let’s take this slow and easy,” he told Thomas. “We have all the time in the world. Okay?”
The accountant nodded again. Rob smiled and walked toward him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “I like this robe,” he said against Thomas’s lips. “It’s soft,” his fingers rubbed over the terrycloth robe, making Thomas’s breath start to pant in his chest a bit. “Almost as soft as you,” the rocker breathed, making him shiver.
“S-Shall we…go to my…bedroom?” he stuttered nervously.
Rob nodded, curling his hand over Thomas’s arm. They walked down the hallway toward his bedroom together, the accountant’s mouth going dry as he struggled not to panic. He really did want this, no matter how nervosa it made him. The rocker, sensing his unease, simply caressed his arm very lightly and said nothing. Thomas took courage from that soft touch. Inside the room, he looked at the neatly made bed and then at Rob with a desperate question in his eyes. He got an encouraging smile and a touch on his chin.
“Don’t be scared, Thomas,” the rocker whispered to him. “I’ll take good care of you, you know that.”
Thomas did know. The trust he felt showed in those big brown eyes, taking Rob’s breath away in turn. He bent his head and kissed the accountant, taking his time, exploring the delights of that sweet little mouth. Thomas moaned for him, like candy floss, and wrapped his arms around Rob’s neck as he’d learned to do over the last few weeks. Their bodies pressed together, and the feel of that slim form against his made Rob feel rather wild. Now, when he’d finally gotten permission to do what he’d wanted to ever since he’d first seen Thomas’s cute little ass in those tan shorts, all he wanted was to throw the accountant down and take him over and over again. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t. There was no way that he could hurt or scare his adorable, precious Thomas. He’d never forgive himself if he did.
For now, he contented himself with kissing Thomas to get him relaxed. This was what they’d been doing for the past few weeks, after all. His hands slid down the other man’s back, caressing everything he could reach. Finally he pulled away, looking down into the accountant’s flushed little face. He lifted a hand to cup Thomas’s cheek. “You ready for a bit more, baby?” he crooned.
Thomas blinked, then nodded ever so slightly. Rob smiled at him and kissed the end of his nose. He wrinkled it automatically, making the rocker chuckle as he sent his hands down to the belt of the robe. Thomas stiffened when he felt fingers begin to loosen it, but Rob kissed him lightly to distract him. “I gotta see you naked if we’re gonna do this,” he pointed out softly.
Thomas knew that. He tried not to be too tense as Rob slowly undid the belt and opened the front of his robe. Then those black eyes were looking at his naked body, and he trembled slightly. “Wow, you are gorgeous,” he heard the other man say reverently. “I just knew you would be.”
This compliment helped him to relax a bit. Part of his nervousness had been a fear that Rob wouldn’t find him attractive. “May I touch you, Thomas?” Rob asked, surprising him. The dark eyes were serious when he looked up into them.
“yes,” he whispered.
Rob put out a hand and touched his bare chest. He gasped a little as those long fingers slid over his skin in slow circles. He found himself staring down at that hand helplessly, barely able to breathe properly as it reached one of his dark pink nipples. Then he gave a small cry as fingertips pinched over it, and a thumb rubbed over the tip. This felt so good! His back arched into the caress. Rob was breathing rather heavily as well as he moved his hand over to the other nipple. He tweaked it gently into a peak, drinking in the small sounds of pleasure that Thomas made.
Now the other hand joined the first, and they both lay flat against his skin as they began to drift south. Rob began to sink to his knees, taking Thomas by surprise again. A light kiss on his quivering belly did not reassure him. “It’s all right, baby,” the rocker crooned. “You’ll love everything that I do to you, I promise.”
Thomas took a steadying breath as Rob kissed his belly again. He blushed as the other man neared his erect penis, Rob’s hands moving to cradle his hips. Soft breath blew over his pubic hair, and he jerked and made a mewling sound. A pressing of lips against his thigh, light as a butterfly’s kiss. His chest was heaving, his eyes glazed. The long fingered hands slid around to cup his ass, and he might have objected to this except that Rob leaned forward at the same time and delicately licked the tip of his cock.
He could hear himself making loud sounds, but his whole concentration was on the man kneeling in front of him. Oh God, Rob’s mouth had opened and he was sinking into it…Thomas bit at his lip desperately, his hands opening and closing at his sides. The sucking was warm and wet and so very wonderful…Rob’s eyes came up to meet his, and he whimpered as he felt a tongue curling around him in an almost prehensile manner. His hips were rocking automatically, without his conscious control. This was so good that all of his fear was leaking away. How could he be afraid of something so marvelous? His stomach was tightening, the muscles as hard as boards. Fireworks seemed to be going off behind his eyes.
He heard some low, animal sounds that he realized dimly were coming from his own throat. He grabbed at Rob’s hair, holding on, as he started to go blind and deaf. Nothing existed for him but the warm mouth taking him in, and the pleasure swamping him. Hands squeezed at his buttocks, and the sweet sucking increased even more. Thomas wailed as his whole body seemed to explode. He unraveled, spinning out into the cosmos, and when he returned to himself he was a limp mass hanging in Rob’s arms. The rocker was holding him up, and had a smug look on his face as he licked his lips like a cat with cream. Thomas felt a faint blush crawl over his cheeks as he realized just what it was that the other man was licking off of his lips.
“You okay, Thomas?” the rocker asked tenderly.
He nodded, feeling as though his entire body had become an oozing blob with no skeletal system or muscles. Rob chuckled softly and kissed his throat, nuzzling at the skin with his nose. “Time for more,” he said in a throaty voice, then picked Thomas up and carried him to the bed.
He found his robe being slid off his body, and he didn’t care. Then Rob straightened up and began to take his clothes off slowly. Thomas blinked up at him, most of his nervousness having fled after that last wondrous interlude. The rocker bared that body he’d seen pretty often, although there was one very important part that he’d never seen before. His eyes fastened on it as Rob slid his pants down without shame, displaying his cock to Thomas’s gaze. It was the first time that he’d ever seen another man’s erect penis, and somehow it seemed right and perfect to him. Then the rocker crawled onto the bed and laid himself carefully over Thomas, hovering over him on his forearms.
He bent his head and kissed Thomas with slow intensity, lightly rubbing his bare skin against the accountant’s. Thomas’s arms came up to close over his broad shoulders, feeling the skin under his fingers as Rob’s mouth sucked at his. He tasted something on the other man’s lips…what was it? When he realized, he gasped in startlement and a bit of disgust.
Rob laughed against his lips. “It’s not so bad,” he said, laying kisses along the accountant’s jaw line. “I like the taste of you.”
Thomas wanted to groan, but his attention was somewhat diverted when he felt something hard being pressed against his belly. It slid over his skin, making his breath come fast. Rob began to suckle at his throat, giving him small bites and kisses as he continued to rub his cock against Thomas’s belly and groin. A tongue lapped at his chest, tasting the salt of his skin. Then his mouth reached a nipple, and Thomas learned another new pleasure. The pull of Rob’s mouth around his sensitive nipple made him gasp and cry out.
Rob’s mouth seemed to be everywhere, licking and sucking at every bit of his skin. Thomas was soon lost again, the fire rekindling in his belly. He never would have imagined that the inside of his elbows would be erogenous zones, nor that he’d like having his fingers sucked. Rob talked to him as he explored, telling Thomas how gorgeous and sexy he was and how good he tasted. He became entranced by that beautiful voice, caught like a fly in a web. Time flowed away, and he was nothing but a quivering mass of sensation by the time that Rob slid between his legs and gently thrust a slick finger inside of his body.
He’d been prepared so well that Thomas felt neither pain nor fear when Rob’s long finger slid into him. It was a strange sensation, but not a bad one. Rob fingered him with care, licking and biting gently at his hipbone as thigh as he did so. He moaned over and over, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes as those amazing fingers wormed their way into him. Finally Rob kissed his stomach and said urgently: “Thomas, I can’t wait anymore. Please, baby, can I make love to you now?”’ he sounded strained, desperate.
Thomas lifted his head and craned his neck to look into those hungry black eyes. Rob’s face was twisted as he fought with himself. The accountant shivered faintly, then croaked: “Yes, you may. I want you to, Rob.”
The rocker closed his eyes and shuddered. “Thank God,” he rasped.
He slid away, and when he returned Thomas saw that he was wearing a condom. “Better safe than sorry,” Rob said when he saw where the brown eyes were looking. “I know you’re clean, but I don’t know about myself yet until I get tested.”
The accountant watched as Rob leaned over to grab a pillow from the bed. He was puzzled for a moment, then the other man moved back around to position it under his hips. “It’ll help,” he explained. “Give you a better angle. Trust me.”
He did. Thomas breathed in and out as Rob slid between his legs once more and spread them. Then he lifted Thomas’s feet and set them against his chest. “This’ll help too,” he went on. “Brace yourself, baby, I’m coming in,” he added with a mischievous look.
He set one hand on Thomas’s thigh, and the other one curled around his own cock. The condom had been smeared with lube; it glistened as he set the tip of his erection against Thomas’s anus. The accountant tried not to stiffen, his fingers curling into his bedspread as the head was rubbed slowly against the sensitive puckered tissue. The rocker smiled down at him reassuringly just as the tip breached him and slid inside.
Thomas made a low sound of pain, and Rob halted. His hand rubbed at Thomas’s thigh. “Just relax, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Let me in. You won’t get hurt, I promise.”
Thomas tried to breathe and to get his muscles to relax around the invader. He wasn’t totally successful with either, but he managed well enough that another inch slowly slid inside. He groaned. “That’s it, honey,” Rob said from between gritted teeth. “Damn, you feel good! Ugh, shit,” he rasped, his head bowing as he fought his instincts just to plow into Thomas in one long thrust.
Thomas was panting, but his body was slowly starting to adjust to the feeling of penetration. It wasn’t so bad, really. Watching his face, Rob saw that it was safe to push in a little more. Those tight muscles caressed him, taking him in; it was fan-fucking-tastic. And even better because this was Thomas, sexy cute little Thomas, giving up his virginity to Rob. Fuck that was good for a man’s ego! That someone as uptight and nervous as Thomas Merriweather would consent to have sex with him - this was the most precious gift that he’d ever been given, and Rob knew it. He’d never undervalue either the gift or the giver. He wanted to stay buried in Thomas for the rest of his life.
In, in, in. Slowly but surely he slid into Thomas’s tight little body, using the expressions
on that adorable face to tell him when he could move again. Finally he was fully buried to his balls, and he stopped entirely to savor being connected with Thomas like this. Reaching down, he took the accountant’s limp cock in his hand and stroked it. He wanted his new lover to feel only pleasure, not pain. He wanted Thomas to have the best experience possible for this first time.
Their eyes locked as he pulled at Thomas’s cock, reviving it. He let all of his desire and satisfaction show, and the brown eyes half flickered shut as the accountant’s breathing picked up. He was starting to feel desire again. Rob tried a small thrust, a little pulling away and returning, and a breathy moan told him that it was all right to start to move. Slowly, easily, he pushed in and pulled out in shallow strokes.
Thomas’s mouth had opened and his eyes had closed. His head rolled on the bed as Rob continued to move slowly within him. The rocker’s hips swayed as he moved with an almost balletic grace, taking his time even though he just wanted to rut and snort like a bull. His hand never stopped moving either, twisting and lightly pulling at Thomas’s erection. “Robbb,” he heard the other man call, and he watched with darkened eyes as Thomas’s back arched off the bed.
That was his cue to pick up the pace a bit, and to change the angle of his thrusting just a little. His hand lifted Thomas’s hips even further, and Rob shoved inward in a long stroke. Those brown eyes opened wide, as did that sweet pink mouth. “Ahh!” Thomas cried, “uhh!”
That was the ticket, Rob thought smugly as he did it again. And again. And again. Thomas writhed so beautifully for him, that soft skin shimmering with sweat as he began to pump his hips forcefully. The sound of skin meeting skin and their cries and groans were loud in the bedroom. Rob’s hand tightened just under the head of Thomas’s penis, his thumb digging in a little as he really went to town. Oh God, he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer! Rob locked his teeth together and drove into Thomas’s squirming body, shuddering as he came violently. His head flew back, and he moaned at the ceiling as he came to a halt.
His mind returned to him after a short interim, and he looked down at Thomas. His lover was lying there unmoving, and Rob realized from the white spatter over the man’s chest and stomach that Thomas had come as well. He released the spent cock and slowly withdrew from the accountant’s tight body, hearing a very soft moan. His body didn’t seem to want to obey him. Fumbling, he stripped of the condom and tossed it in the trash can near the bed. Then Rob crawled down the bed so that he could pull Thomas into his arms and nuzzle the sweating soft brown hair near his ear. Cleaning up and doing other things like showering, eating (or having sex again) could wait until later. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the afterglow.
Thomas seemed to have fallen asleep on him. The rocker nestled the other man’s body up against his, chest to back; then he drew in Thomas’s scent as he let his fingers stroke through the soft hair. “I think…” he began softly as he nosed the back of his lover’s neck. “I think I could fall in love with you, Thomas. Shit, I think I already have.”
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