Then they were gone, leaving Robby and Calder alone with only Cas between them.
Neither of them said anything for so long that Robby’s nerves started to fray at the ends. “Are you mad at me,” he finally blurted.
Calder glanced over at him, startled. “What? No, angel. Why would I be mad?”
Robby shrugged. “Because I humiliated myself on a global scale?”
Calder frowned. “What? That?” he asked, waving vaguely towards the television. “When I was a Ranger, I lost entire weeks to drinking. For a while, it was my way of coping. I was never an alcoholic but I wasn’t far off.”
Robby looked up at Calder, his deep chocolate brown eyes looking more like whiskey in the light. “It’s hard to picture you as a cop.”
Calder’s lips twitched. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
Robby shrugged. “I always picture cops as strait-laced rule followers. Boy scout types.”
“Are you telling me I don’t seem like a boy scout, angel?” Calder murmured in that low sexy purr that went straight to Robby’s cock every time.
Robby shook his head, scooping Cas up and gently placing him on the sofa, before climbing into Calder’s lap, calves resting along the outside of his thighs. “Uh-uh,” he whispered, lips hovering just above Calder’s.
“What’s on your mind, sweetness?”
A million answers raced through his mind.Kiss me, fuck me, love me, keep me.Instead, he just shrugged.
“Did you need something?”
Robby shifted his hips closer so Calder could feel how hard he was already. Calder’s hands slid up under Robby’s shirt, just teasing along his skin, not really touching him anywhere that counted. Robby whined.
“If you want something, angel, you gotta say it. I want to hear you ask for it.”
Robby dropped his head to the crook of Calder’s shoulder with a groan. “Haven’t I been humiliated enough for one day?”
Calder pushed him back gently until he was looking at him. “Why would you be embarrassed telling me what you want?”
“Because what if I say it wrong? What if you think I’m weird or perverted or a total freak of nature?”
Calder gave Robby a grin that rocked him to his core. “Damn, angel. What exactly is it you’re into? Spanking? Bondage? Daddy kink? Furries?”
“What are furries?” Robby asked.
“Never mind. The point is, I might not be into everything you’re into, but I’m certainly not going to kink shame you and I’ll try to give you whatever I can. But I can’t until you tell me because I like to hear dirty things come out of this innocent little mouth of yours. It turns me on.”
Robby caught his bottom lip between his teeth, examining Calder for any sign he was lying or somehow setting Robby up to laugh at him. Before he could say anything, Calder grunted, tugging Robby’s lip free to nip at it, whispering in-between kisses, “That. That right there. When you look at me with those wide green eyes and that bashful fucking look, all I can think of is you saying ‘yes’ and ‘please’ whenever my hands are on you. It makes me want to drag you into the bedroom and fuck you into my mattress. Because it’s hot. You’re so hot and sweet and perfect.”
Robby’s heart was slamming against his chest hard enough for him to fear it might leap from his body and run away. Nobody had ever talked to him like that before. “I like when you talk like that,” he managed, face on fire.
“Yeah. What else do you like?”
“I like your hands on me.” He gripped Calder’s wrists, leading his hands up under his shirt to hover close to his chest. “Here. I like when you touch me here.”
Calder’s hands continued sliding up. “Lift up your arms, angel.”
He did as Calder asked, his shirt landing in a heap on the floor. Before he could say anything else, Calder leaned forward, catching one of the bars through Robby’s nipples with his teeth and tugging. Robby cried out more from shock than pain, but it didn’t matter, Calder was soothing over it with his tongue. Robby moaned, his cock hard and leaking in his pants. “Do that again,” he begged.
“Yeah?” Calder asked before giving his other nipple the same treatment.
“That’s so good,” Robby whispered, sounding awed.
“Oh, angel. It gets so much better.”
