Chapter 1
The reverberations of guitar strings echoed through Robin and Josh’s apartment. It was a usual evening. After dinner they began to work on music for Robin’s most recent lyrics. Robin Strider’s heart stretched as he drank in Josh’s concentration on the chords to get the sound perfect.
Robin was skilled at denying his need for Josh, but tonight his craving refused burial. He trembled as he held himself stiff. If he didn’t move he’d be okay.
He st
ared as Josh’s fingers erotically danced over the strings. Robin was reminded of how they teased, caressed and satisfied him. He pushed off the blanked he’d had on his lap. It was far too hot for the extra layer.
Robin just needed to focus on their music. It wasn’t right to have these feelings for his brother… his stepbrother… his… Josh. His…
Josh glanced up from his guitar intensifying Robin’s need as the last of the strings’ vibrations opened up a desire in him. His heart raced and he couldn’t control his breathing. Damn, a look of understanding passed between them.
Grasping at straws, Robin asked, “Um, do you want something to eat?”
Josh set his guitar aside and growled. “Is that a trick question?”
They shouldn’t do this… not again. Robin jumped up and his notebook of lyrics hit the floor.
He bent to retrieve the spiral pages but Josh slid to his knees in front of Robin. Oh, God.
Time slowed down. Josh reached up to undo Robin’s jeans. His expression dared Robin to tell him to stop. Robin should discontinue this, he should… His will power evaporated.
“Josh.” Robin needed to halt. Josh would give him anything except the strength to end this encounter.
Josh wrapped his hand around Robin’s cock to free him from the tight fabric. Josh’s eyes locked on his as he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
No. No. God, no don’t ever stop. Josh’s breath caressed Robin’s cock. He might die if Josh didn’t continue, but Robin shouldn’t let this happen. He shouldn’t risk losing everything they were for something that could end.
But for all Robin’s good intentions, the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth. No, he needed Josh in this way more than he needed air. He shook his head and watched Josh make his cock disappear again and again.
Robin wrapped his fingers into Josh’s light brown hair to glide that inferno of a mouth up and down his shaft. God, yes. It had been weeks since their last encounter. He’d held out, but now took all the love and connection he found in Josh’s eyes.
He was too keyed up and his body wouldn’t postpone its race toward completion. Within a minute, Robin grunted out his pleasure and filled Josh’s mouth. He tried to catch his breath, though when he saw Josh fisting his own cock all thoughts of calm fled.
Robin dropped to his knees. He pushed Josh’s hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He moaned around Josh as he sucked him down to the root and swallowed.
Yes. This is where Robin belonged. He bobbed his head a few times, but all too soon Josh’s seed spurted into his mouth and down his throat. He sucked and swallowed and gloried in the fact that he’d pleased Josh. Mmmm.
As soon as he pulled his lips off Josh, Robin’s inner voice started in. Was the pleasure worth the gamble to possibly lose him? Are you that much of a slut that you don’t care if you chase him away?
He wanted to scream to stop the voice… but he couldn’t so he’d do what he’d always done.
He stood up and righted his clothing. “So, do you want a sandwich?”
Josh didn’t say anything, but the hurt etched into his face ripped at Robin. Robin turned away and hurried into the kitchen, racking his brain for something to say.
“Um, do you want to watch one of our shows you DVR’ed?” Please answer me and help get us back to normal.
“Sure, Robin. Whatever you want.”
The reply was a little lackluster, but relief swamped Robin.
