Calder smiled at him. “I think so. Yeah.”
Robby kissed him once more, his tongue slipping inside as he rocked himself back on Calder’s cock. Fuck. He was so tight. So perfect. Calder thrust his hips upward as Robby brought himself down, moaning into Calder’s mouth. “I want more.”
Calder laughed. He’d picked this position because it had allowed him to keep his thrusts shallow. He hadn’t expected Robby to be so needy his first time. Calder rolled the boy onto his back, catching his other leg over his elbow, allowing him to thrust deeper into him. “Is this what you need?”
Robby’s eyes rolled back as Calder worked his hips faster, thrusting deeper into the most perfect soft heat. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Harder.”
Jesus. Calder may have just created a monster. He loved it. He gave him what he asked for, slinging his hips faster, canting Robby’s hips so each thrust was brushing against that tiny bundle of nerves that had all kinds of curse words falling from the boy’s lips. “Oh, fuck, Calder. Keep doing that. Oh, fucking fuck. How does that feel so good?”
Calder growled at the sound of his name on Robby’s lips. All thoughts and worries disappeared, replaced by instinct and need. Calder wouldn’t last much longer. Giving Robby what he begged for was driving Calder closer and closer to the edge of his own release. The boy’s cock was hard again, trapped between their sweat slick bodies.
He captured his lips in a sloppy kiss, breathing the words into his open mouth. “You hard again, baby? You wanna come?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Robby chanted, gripping the pillow behind his head.
“Touch yourself, get yourself off for me. I want to watch.” Calder sat back on his haunches, dragging Robby closer, practically bending him in half to drive into him. Robby wrapped his hand around his uncut cock, jerking himself in rhythm with Calder’s thrusts. “Oh, fuck. Yeah. That’s it. God, you’re so fucking sexy. Make yourself feel good, angel.”
Robby came hard with a hoarse shout, painting his release across his belly and chest. That was really all it took. Two more thrusts and Calder was joining him, his whole body shaking as he fell over the edge.
Calder collapsed on top of him, both of them sweaty and breathing heavily. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Robby panted.
Calder slipped free of Robby’s body, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash can beside the bed. He draped himself over the boy, dropping his head onto Robby’s shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked, still slightly winded.
Robby’s fingers tangled in Calder’s sweaty hair. “Yeah. Are you?”
“I don’t know,” Calder answered honestly. “I think so.”
After a minute, Robby took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath Calder’s cheek. “This didn’t have to mean anything. If that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, dejected.
Calder lifted his head to look at him. “What? That’s… That’s not what I meant. It meant something. You mean something to me. I just… I just don’t know what to do with that information right now. I don’t know how we fit into each other’s lives, but I know I don’t want you going anywhere. Can that be enough for now?”
Robby studied Calder like he wasn’t sure he could believe him or not. “Yeah. It’s enough. For now.”
“Let’s get cleaned up. I have cum drying in all the worst places.”
They showered quickly, knowing they only had a good fifteen minutes of hot water before they both got an ice bath. Once they finished showering, Robby was as wired as an over-caffeinated Pomeranian so Calder threw on sweatpants and an old t-shirt and sat on the lid of the toilet watching Robby blow dry his hair into the high swoopy hairstyle that would have made anybody else look like an exotic bird but on Robby looked hot. The boy made everything look sexy, even Calder’s old black and white polka-dot boxers paired with Wyatt’s red cropped hoodie. Maybe that’s why Calder let Robby talk him into drying his long hair until it hung tousled around his shoulders like he was in a hair care commercial.
They stripped the sheets together, throwing on another mismatched pair. With Robby too restless to sleep, Calder pulled up another old movie. The boy made Calder sit on the floor while he sat cross-legged on the mattress to braid Calder’s hair. It all felt so…domestic and intimate. Robby chatted about everything and nothing, and Calder found himself smiling as the boy sectioned out his hair and began to work each section into a plait.
“Where did you learn to do this?” Calder asked.
“I had to help my mom do the little ones' hair on the farm. I got really good at braiding because the women are never allowed to have their hair down.” Calder dropped a kiss on Robby’s knee, but he yanked Calder’s head back with a giggle. “Stop wiggling, you’re going to mess up all my hard work.”
Calder grinned. He would never get tired of that laugh. “Do you ever miss it? The farm? Was it all bad?”
Robby’s hands stopped. “I miss my siblings. I miss church. I really liked believing in something bigger than myself. Sometimes, I even miss my mom. But more than anything, I miss the idea of having a mom, like the kind of mom other people have where they care about your day and your happiness and they think nothing is good enough for you because you’re their baby. My mom was never like that. Kids were for working the land. Kids had to know their place. They should be seen and not heard. My mom hated me ‘cause I was always mouthy and asked too many questions.”
Calder laughed, glancing up at him. “You? I can’t believe it.”
Robby imitated Calder’s laugh mockingly before leaning down to lick his nose. “Haha. I wasn’t always shy. But my parents are really good at driving home a point.”
Calder’s chest ached at the implication. He couldn’t imagine the abuse Robby had likely endured in the name of his parents’ distorted version of God. “Why didn’t you ever go to church once you were out?”
Robby shrugged. “I don’t know. Once I came out of the closet, it was hard to know which churches would accept me without calling me a sinner or a sodomite.”
“They exist,” Calder promised.
