Linc and Shep both smirked at him but said nothing. Fuck them. It was easy to be smug when they knew that Wyatt and Elijah were going home with them tonight, would be lying in bed with them, would wake up with them. They had access to their boys any time they liked. That’s what marriage was.
Images flooded Calder’s brain. Waking up next to Robby every day. Drinking coffee together. Feeding the dogs. Getting kids off to school. Having sex in the shower. Calder felt like he’d been mule kicked. Fuck. What was happening to him?
On the dance floor, Wyatt broke away from the trio to dance with Charlie, leaving Robby and Elijah to dance together. Robby leaned back, winding his arms around Elijah’s neck, still facing away from him. Elijah’s hands squeezed Robby’s hips before sliding up under his shirt.
Nope. That was it. Calder couldn’t sit there and watch this one more second. He stood, his chair rocketing back violently enough for Linc to have to snatch it before it hit the ground. He could feel the wait of Linc and Shep’s judgment, as well as their amusement, but he just didn’t give a shit. This stopped. Now.
Robby swayed against Elijah, eyes closed, enjoying the music and the easy weightless feeling inside him. This was the first time he felt on even footing. The first time he was part of the group. He had friends. He had Calder. He wasn’t the fifth wheel for once. It made him giddy. The music was too loud to think about all the shitty things happening in his life. He could just feel. Could feel the heat of Elijah’s body, could feel the weight of Calder’s stare as he watched. It was perfect.
It was nice to see Elijah and not feel that seething jealousy, to know that just once, Elijah actually acknowledged he was there and feel as though he belonged there. Wyatt and Charlie were his friends too. Calder was there, protecting him, just as Linc and Shepherd had for them. It might have sounded stupid if he’d said it out loud, but he allowed himself to just appreciate the feeling of not being alone.
Robby’s eyes popped open as a hand closed around his upper arm and the warmth of Elijah’s body disappeared.
Calder stood there in the center of the dance floor. He leaned in close enough for Robby to hear. “We need to get going, angel. There are cameras everywhere.”
Robby’s heart sank. “I don’t want to go yet. I’m having fun. Dance with me.”
Calder gave Robby a half smile. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Linc’s watching.”
“I don’t care. It’s just dancing. Please? One dance and I’ll go without a fight. Pretty please?” Robby begged, blinking up at Calder with as much innocence as he could muster.
“Fuck, kid. You are killing me.”
Glory Box started playing, and Robby clutched at Calder’s shirt. “Please. I love this song. Please, Calder? Dance with me?” He could see him wavering. He bit down on his lower lip.
Calder barked out a laugh. “Oh, you little fucking tease. Fine. One dance. You’re so going to get me fired.”
Robby cheered a bit in his head as Calder pulled him to a shadowy corner of the dance floor, away from prying eyes. Nobody had ever responded to Robby like Calder. When he spun Robby away, his heart sank, but then Calder’s chest was against Robby’s back, his hips pressed to Robby’s ass, just the way he’d danced with Elijah. Had that made Calder jealous? Robby’s heart tripped at the thought. He pressed his ass back against Calder, looping his arms around his neck just as he’d done to Elijah, only this time the dance felt so much more…personal.
Robby closed his eyes, swaying his hips in time to the music. Calder gripped his hips, pulling him in close. Robby sucked in a breath at the feel of Calder’s semi-hard-on pressing against him. With his hands looped around Calder’s neck, it left him free to touch Robby anywhere. His hand slid up under Robby’s shirt, playing with the steel bars in his nipples as teeth tugged at his earlobe.
“Oh, fuck,” Robby whispered, knowing it would get lost in the music.
He was happy the others on the dance floor couldn’t see them, couldn’t see how easily his body reacted to Calder’s touch. He was already so hard, his cock straining against the zipper of Wyatt’s borrowed jeans. At the rate he was going, he was going to owe Wyatt a new wardrobe. Could you return somebody’s clothes after you’d come in them? What was the proper etiquette there?
Robby gasped as Calder’s hand slipped into his jeans and closed around his erection. “Fuck, baby. Are you already hard? God, that’s hot. Come on.”
Robby whined as Calder’s hand disappeared, but then he was being dragged into a darkened hallway that led to the restrooms. There were a few people lingering in the shadows, but it was too dark to see their faces. Robby frowned as Calder pushed him inside the restroom and into the large stall at the end.
As soon as the lock fell into place, Calder slammed him against the wall and kissed him, his hands cupping Robby’s face. He could only hang on. Calder was usually frustratingly slow and patient, but this time he was frantic, his mouth biting kisses along Robby’s jaw and throat that felt like they might leave bruises. Part of him hoped they did.
Calder’s hands worked free the buttons on Robby’s jeans. “What are you—”
“You have to be quiet, angel. Can you do that for me?”
As Calder went to his knees before him, Robby could only think to say, “I don’t know.”
Calder grinned, tugging the tight jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh. Robby slapped his hand over his own mouth as lips closed around his cock. His eyes rolled in pleasure as Calder’s mouth enveloped him in this perfect tight wet suction.
Robby gripped the metal bar on the wall with his free hand to keep himself up on his feet. He whined as Calder’s tongue played with his foreskin. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” he mumbled behind his own hand.
The door opened and somebody walked in to use the urinal. Robby squeezed his eyes shut. It took all his willpower to stay quiet until the toilet flushed and the door closed once more. Two more people came and went as Robby’s ability to stay quiet waned.
It wasn’t a blowjob. It was a full on assault on Robby’s senses. The tile was cold against his ass and Calder’s mouth was so warm and his hands were digging bruises into Robby’s thighs and he wanted to scream at the waves of pleasure sparking along his body. When Calder took him deep and swallowed, Robby dropped his hands to Calder’s hair bundled on top of his head, gripping him tight, his hips thrusting almost against his will as he fucked into his mouth.
Robby finally pried his eyes open enough to look down and make sure he wasn’t hurting Calder. That was all it took. The sight of Calder on his knees before him, Robby’s cock disappearing between his lips. His orgasm slammed into him without warning. He didn’t have time to say a thing before he was flooding Calder’s mouth, his throat convulsing around Robby as he swallowed it all.
He heard the door open but couldn’t stop himself from chanting, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
