Page 86 of Fish Out of Water

“Fuck, Robbie,” he breathed, “what are you doing?”

“You want me to stop?” It wasn’t a question. Robbie reached his hand into Jake’s underwear and pulled his cock out, stroking it with the kind of pent up desperation that shouldn’t have been there after they had just been together the night before.

Jake didn’t mind one bit. He kissed Robbie back, hard, his teeth biting down on the soft, supple lower lip he sometimes tasted in his sleep. He stepped out of his boxers as Robbie slipped them down, kicking them aside while Robbie sank onto his knees.

The dim, flickering light enveloped them, dust floating through the air as Robbie’s tongue grazed the underside of Jake’s shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, dropping the extra hoodie on the ground as his fingers found the crown of Robbie’s head, clawing for any semblance of an anchor.

He shut his eyes so tightly, pinpricks of light and abstract patterns floated around. He bit his tongue, holding back a whimper that he didn’t know why he was bothering to keep tohimself. Robbie had seen him like this before. Robbie hadmadehim like this before.

Something below his waist vibrated, but Jake barely noticed it. Robbie pulled away, eyes darting upward. “Your phone,” he panted.

“Oh, fuck.” Jake opened his eyes and blinked at the sudden reality he was thrust into again. He fished his phone out of the kangaroo pocket of the hoodie, fumbling with it before finally answering it and holding it up to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Wynn—Jake. Are you free to talk for a moment?”

“Oh, uh, hi, Carson.” He held up a hand to Robbie, signaling him to wait. Robbie sat back on his heels, the outline of the bulge in his still-damp trousers making Jake’s cock throb. “Yeah, I’ve got a minute. What’s up?”

Robbie sighed heavily, and Jake pressed a finger to his lips.

“I stopped by the house yesterday, but you weren’t there. Your lovely aunt told me you were out and to try coming back later, but I wanted to let you know that I got photos of the house, and I have the listing ready to go. Do you want me to send it to you to go over before I make it live?”

Robbie, clearly tired of waiting, knelt back up, his knees cracking as they shifted on the cold, hard wooden floor. He ran the tip of his tongue over the head of Jake’s cock, a string of precum following him when he pulled back just enough to tip his head up and make eye contact with Jake.

“Fuck,” Jake hissed.

“Excuse me?”

Jake cleared his throat. “Uh, sorry. I’m a little busy right now, Carson. What did you say?”

“The listing details, are you ready for them?”

“Oh, yeah. That’d be, uh, that’d be great.”

Robbie took Jake’s cock into his mouth, taking him into the back of his throat where it tightened, and he could feel Robbiefighting back a gag. He closed his eyes again, slumping back against the wall, his breath heavier than he would have liked.

“Are you all right, Mr. Wynn? You sound a little… winded.”

Jake swallowed a whimper down as he opened his mouth. “I’m great,” he replied. “Just busy, like I said. Email me whatever, and I’ll take a look at it when I get a chance.”

“Excellent. You’re still open to selling the place, right? Only your aunt seemed a little reluctant yesterday.”

“Oh, we’re selling. Thanks, Carson.”

“No problem.”

Jake was ready to hang up, but?—

“Ah, one last thing.”

“Uh-huh?” Jake lolled his head back, staring up at the ugly gray ceiling with cobwebs decorating the corners. Robbie took him in even deeper, so that there was nothing left of him separate from Robbie’s mouth. His cheeks burned, a beat of sweat trickling down his chest beneath the hoodie that was suddenly beyond suffocating.

“When would be a good time to meet in person again and discuss a few minor things about the house that may pop up when I show it? You’re obviously quite busy these days, but I can work with any schedule.”

Robbie looked up, his eyes bright. He knew. Jake shook his head, but it was too late. There was no going back.

“Anytime,” he said quickly. “Tomorrow, or the next day, or…” He rammed his front teeth into his lower lip—anything to keep back the cry he almost let out. Robbie’s throat worked hard to swallow his orgasm, taking it like his life depended on it. “Whenever this storm lets up,” he managed, his legs shaking as they threatened to buckle beneath his weight. “I can… I can make it work.”

“Perfect. Talk soon, Jake.”