Page 64 of Fish Out of Water

When he finally turned around to look at the room, his hands slipped from Jake’s back. “This is it?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, of course.” Jake eyed him with mounting frustration. “What else were you expecting? My aunt doesn’t live in a palace.”

“Right.” Robbie shook his head as though he were chastising himself. “I don’t know what I was thinking. That’s, uh, that’s a tiny bed, though.”

“What, you’ve never had sex in a bed this size before?”

“I grew up in a big house, remember? Twin-sized beds weren’t a thing.” He must have noticed the annoyance rising in Jake, because he quickly added, “I’m always up for something new, though.”

“Really?” Jake raised an eyebrow critically.

“Yes, really, Jake. I’m more adventurous than you give me credit for.”

“Well, you did show up here tonight after everything that’s gone on between us, so maybe you’re on to something.”

“Shut up and get over here.”

Jake locked the door and stepped forward, letting Robbie rest his hands on his ass as they melted together again. “That’s my line.”

“It’s mine tonight.” Robbie gazed down at Jake, half-lidded, before kissing him again.

“You dick,” Jake muttered.

“Where are your condoms?”

Jake nodded his head back. “In the nightstand drawer. I’ll get one.”

“No, I’ll get it.”

“It’s fine; I know where they are.”

Robbie pulled away. “You’ve got to learn to let go of your need for control once in a while.”

“I’m not controlling, if that’s what you’re saying.”

“It’s not.” Robbie took a condom and a bottle of lube out of the drawer. He slid it shut again carefully, turning his attentionback to Jake. “You just don’t know how to let someone else take over sometimes.”

“Well, if you’re talking about you, it’s because I don’t trust you to?—”

Robbie put his hands on Jake’s waist just above his hips, silencing whatever Jake had planned to say. “You do trust me,” he said softly, “or you wouldn’t be doing this right now.”

Jake remained silent. It was hard to argue with Robbie when he was right, even when he’d done it fairly successfully before. It didn’t seem worth it now, not when they were so close to something more.

Robbie unzipped Jake’s jeans, pushing them down so Jake could step out of them. Their lips were locked together again, their fingertips digging in hard enough that it should have been painful, were the rest of the world not fading out all around them.

Jake really shouldn’t have been doing this. It was the wrong place, the wrong time, and the wrong person. But they were too far gone for him to reject Robbie. He would’ve been an even greater fool to do that.

Robbie pushed Jake back onto the bed before climbing on top of him. His cock pressed against Jake, his hands on either side of Jake’s neck, pushing into the mattress. “How often do you bottom?”

Jake laughed. “You think I bottom?”

“Great, you’re one ofthoseguys. We don’t have to do this, you know. I’m happy to leave if you’re having second thoughts.”

“No,” Jake said quickly. Robbie had more willpower than he did even in moments like this, and it would do him well not to forget that. “I’ve bottomed before. Not often, but it’s not off the table in any given encounter.”

Robbie smiled. “Hot and cold, Jake. I don’t think I’m ever going to understand you.”

“Well, you can stop waxing poetic and get inside me. That might help.”