Robby moaned, his back arching to rub his ass against Calder’s already hard cock, straining against the zipper of his jeans. “I don’t feel much like defending myself.”
“No?” Calder murmured.
“Uh-uh.”
“What do you want?”
“Kiss?” Robby asked, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath Calder’s splayed hands, like he anticipated Calder’s refusal.
As if Calder would say no to that. He turned him around and tilted his chin up. Robby lifted up on his toes to lick over Calder’s open lips once then twice before closing the distance between their mouths. He wrapped his arms around Robby, hands sliding over the slick muscles of the boy’s back. But he didn’t stop there, he slid his hands into the boy’s pants, gripping his ass and lifting him up. Robby didn’t hesitate, his legs wrapping around Calder’s waist, his arms encircling Calder’s neck.
He briefly thought of dropping the boy onto the sofa but decided the living room wall worked just fine. Robby must have thought so too because he moaned into Calder’s mouth, biting at his lips the way Calder had done to him earlier. There was nothing gentle or slow this time. Their kisses were all teeth and tongue and then Calder was fucking his hips up against Robby without any thought to technique or Robby’s lack of experience. This was just about getting off.
Calder shifted Robby’s weight, bracing him against the wall so he could shove their clothes out of the way and grip both their cocks in his hand. Robby’s pupils were blown wide and he swallowed hard as he watched Calder jerk them off, tiny half-bitten cries falling from his mouth before he clamped his teeth down hard on his bottom lip and let his head fall back against the wall.
Calder worked them both hard and fast, helped along by sweat and precum. Robby’s heels spurred him on, digging into his thighs as he drove himself into Calder’s fist with abandon. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” he chanted, almost like he didn’t know he spoke, then Calder’s fist was slick with Robby’s release. He continued to jerk them both, using Robby’s cum as lube. Robby brought his forehead to Calder’s whispering, “I love that I can make you come. I want to feel it. Please.”
It was the please that did it, rocketing Calder over the edge, pleasure licking along his spine as he came hard between them. “Christ, kid. The mouth on you. Who would have thought it?”
This time, it was Calder who didn’t let go, clinging to him as he waited for his heart rate to return to normal. Robby took advantage of their close proximity, reaching between them and gathering their cum on his fingers and holding it up for Calder in silent askance. Calder took the boy’s fingers between his lips, sucking his fingers just as Robby had his that morning. The boy’s eyes grew wide, like part of him had expected Calder to refuse.
He should have refused. He shouldn’t have let Robby lick his fingers clean that morning. He should have warned him about safe sex and condoms, that was the responsible thing to do. But Calder knew he was clean. He used condoms. He was tested frequently, used PrEP. He was careful and Robby was a virgin, completely untouched in almost every sense of the word. The one type of lover Calder had avoided like the plague. Yet, now his worst nightmare had somehow become his hottest fantasy. Calder wanted to pretend it made no sense. That it was the novelty of the boy, but some annoying voice in the back of his head kept calling him a liar and Calder had yet to figure out a way to shut it up.
Robby jumped as a loud buzz echoed through the space. Calder sighed, setting the boy on his feet and righting his jeans. “I’m pretty sure that’s gonna be Wyatt and Charlie. You should probably go clean up real quick if you don’t want to answer a million questions.”
Robby gave a hesitant nod before fixing his joggers and walking towards the bathroom, head down like Calder had done something wrong. Had he? Probably. It was just who he was as a person. It was better if Robby got used to disappointment now. When it came to Calder fucking up, that train was never late.
Calder let Wyatt and Charlie in while Robby cleaned up and then excused himself to the bedroom to let them talk in private. He needed to start doing his job. Robby had hired him to keep him safe and Calder intended to do just that, but guarding Robby’s body wasn’t Calder’s only skill. He was a private investigator. He didn’t need to sit back and wait for the officers to do their job. Somebody had tried to harm Robby, and it was imperative that Calder determined whether this was just an accident of circumstance—wrong place, wrong time—or whether Robby actually had a target on his back.
He pulled up a number on his phone and hit call.
A smooth, unbothered voice answered. “Tex-ass. What’s up, brother?”
Calder rolled his eyes at Webster’s nickname. “Sup, poindexter. Think you could step away from your mirror for five minutes? I need a favor.”
Webster was Elite’s resident computer expert, though he looked more like an underwear model who was trying to make himself look like a computer nerd. Nobody would really know he was actually a fairly lethal fighter too.
“What’s the matter? Give your laptop herpes again looking at porn?” the man quipped. There was a sound like movement, and then Webster was mumbling something Calder couldn’t make out to whoever he was with. Suddenly, he was back. “What do you need?”
“An ME report.”
There was a long-suffering sigh. “Can’t you just request the findings like a normal person? Hacking municipalities is boring. It takes literally no skill on my part. It’s insulting, really.”
Calder snickered and shook his head. “How quick can you get it to me?”
“Twenty minutes if it’s in their system. Anything in particular you’re looking for?”
Calder knew what he was looking for but he didn’t want to get so focused he missed something. “Yeah, but just get me everything that’s back.”
“Yeah, man. You got it.”
Webster disconnected the call without another word, and Calder opened his laptop, positioning himself in the chair in his bedroom that allowed him to keep Robby in his line of sight while he started digging into Magnus Dei. Twenty minutes into his search, he stumbled upon a group on reddit started by former members. The horror stories turned Calder’s stomach and left him looking at Robby in an entirely new light.
What the fuck had this kid been through? How had he remained so positive and sweet after a monster like Jeff Deaton, aka Brother Samuel, had entered their lives, and later, the evil machinations of his own father? Would Calder end up being another monster who hurt Robby? Deep down, he already knew the answer, and it made him hate himself even more.
Robby was both relieved and disappointed to take off Calder’s clothes and replace them with Wyatt’s. The white joggers and black Chanel hoodie fit perfectly and were far more luxurious than anything Robby currently had in his closet. But they didn’t smell like Calder and Robby found he really liked smelling like the older man, even if he smelled like oil paints all the time. His visit with his friends hadn’t lasted long because Wyatt had therapy and Charlie had an audition, but it was still nice that they seemed like they weren’t bailing on him despite how high maintenance his friendship probably seemed to them now.
Robby put the duffle bag full of borrowed clothes on the floor of Calder’s bedroom and wandered around the house aimlessly before settling on the sofa and flipping on Calder’s huge television and surfing through the channels, unable to focus on anything for more than a few minutes. His head swam with thoughts of dead bodies and paparazzi swarming around his old place just waiting to grill him and ask him invasive questions he had no way to answer.
