Hot Off the Ice: Books 1-3 by Wasp A. E

Author:Wasp, A. E.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kelpie Press
Published: 2019-02-14T05:00:00+00:00

19

Paul

They didn’t talk on their way up to the apartment. The way they bumped shoulders in the elevator and the press of Robbie’s hand against Paul’s lower back said everything Paul needed to know.

Robbie flicked on the light, giving Paul a good look at the apartment. Not that there was much to see. He wasn’t there for the tour anyway.

He crowded Robbie deeper into the apartment, not giving him time to do more than drop his overcoat on the back of a kitchen chair as they passed by. Paul tossed his in the general direction of the table. He plastered himself to Robbie’s back, herding him to the nearest convenient surface, hands working at loosening Robbie’s tie as they walked.

“Eager?” Robbie asked with a laugh even as he yanked his belt off, sliding it through the loops and dropping it to the floor.

“Like you’re not,” Paul said, reaching down to palm Robbie’s rapidly growing package.

Over Robbie’s shoulder, Paul saw a piece of furniture he remembered well. “Oh, man, I can’t believe you brought that ratty futon with you.”

“It’s a perfectly good piece of furniture,” Robbie explained, shrugging out of his suit jacket. It followed the belt to the floor.

“Oh, it’s a classic a’ight.” Paul slid Robbie’s tie through the collar of the shirt, nuzzling at his neck as he did.

Robbie grabbed his head to hold him in place and groaned. “Says someone driving a forty-year-old car.” Letting go, he turned to face Paul, pushing his jacket off his shoulders.

Paul grabbed his wrists. “Hey, Queenie is a classic. Don’t dis my car if you ever want to ride in her again.”

Robbie kissed him with a swipe of his tongue across Paul’s mouth and a nip to his bottom lip as he pulled away. “I’ll apologize to her tomorrow, okay? Buy her a nice air freshener.”

“Okay.” Paul grabbed Robbie and pulled him in for a deep kiss, keeping them locked together as he walked Robbie backward to the futon.

Robbie went down with an oof when the back of his knees hit the edge of the futon.

Paul went down with him, straddling his lap, and wrapping his hands around Robbie’s neck. He ran his fingers through Robbie’s hair from the nape of his neck up to the top of his head. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Robbie answered. They were both grinning like fools.

“So, we lost.”

“Yes, we did.” Robbie started tugging Paul’s shirt out from his pants.

“I really, really think we should have sex now. Just in case. Set a new, better, precedent.” He leaned back far enough so that he could unbutton Robbie’s shirt.

“Oh, you do?”

“Um hm.” He really did. He didn’t know where this forwardness was coming from, but he bet it had something to do with being teased to within an inch of sanity for the last five days.

Robbie reached his hands under Paul’s shirt, sliding his fingers down the back of his pants. “You do know this, us, is a terrible idea for so many reasons?”

“I do. But we’re doing it anyway, right?”

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