Chapter Thirteen

"Ican't believe you'll be gone a whole week. What am I going to do?" Justin pouted as he climbed in bed.

Robert stripped off his clothes and looked down at the naked vision before him. God, he was going to miss that view. Since Justin had moved into the new house, Rob had slept over more nights than ever before. The little house ended up having a lot of privacy, being at the end of a long road, with the closest neighbor being about a half mile down. He enjoyed sharing breakfast with Kelly and Justin before meeting James for their morning runs.

"I don't know? How about your job or maybe spending time with your sister? Then again, you could jack off all day while thinking of me." He smiled as he climbed into the bed and pulled Justin in close.

"I'll take bachelor number three, Jesse."

"Make sure you don't wear yourself out. When I get back, I expect to spend several days gorging myself on your delectable body."

"Gorge away," Justin said, opening his arms wide.

"Don't think I won't, but for tonight, what I really want is for you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me all week. When I swallow, I want to feel the ache from you fucking my mouth. When I'm missing you, I want to remember what it feels like to have your long, thick, hard cock driving deep inside my ass. I want you inside me so bad. I want you to own me, to control me, to fuck me into complete oblivion."

"Oh shit, Rob. You're going to make me come just listening to you talk like that." He rolled over on top and thrust his hips against Rob's already-hard cock, letting him feel just what his words did to him. "You want me to fuck your mouth? I can definitely do that."

Justin scooted up, so he was kneeling over Rob's head. He aimed his cock down toward Rob's mouth and ordered, "Open up."

Justin fed his length inside, closing his eyes in bliss when Rob sucked. "Yes, suck harder. Suck me deep."

He pulled back after a few seconds. "Christ, I need more," Robert gasped. "Wait, I've got an idea. Get up for a second."

Justin gave him a dirty look for the interruption, but did as asked. Robert scooted so he was lying across the bed, with his head tilted off the side. "Now, stand over here and feed me that beautiful cock."

The bed shook as Justin leaped off. With this angle, his entire length would be fed down Robert's throat. Justin could give him the fucking he wanted. Robert savored the taste of Justin's pre-cum trickling down his throat as he sucked hard. His own cock throbbed in response. He reached up and pulled Justin in, signaling to him it was okay to move on his own. It only took a few seconds, but then those hips moved. He moaned at the feel of Justin's cock shuttling in and out of his mouth, rubbing across his tongue. Justin had leaned over and braced his hands on the mattress on either side of his hips, effectively caging him as he kept thrusting in and out.

Robert could feel the veins and ridges of Justin's cock as it slid across his tongue. When next Justin pulled back, he took a tiny bite out of the skin on the sensitive head, causing Justin to shiver and moan. God, he loved to hear those noises. He kept suckling as the tip slid back inside his throat. Suddenly, it stopped, and he cried out in denial.

"Turn around. I want at that ass now," Justin commanded.

While he did so, he heard Justin open the bedside table and flip open the top to the lube. Robert lifted his legs into the air and held the back of his thighs. The height of the bed allowed Justin to get really deep. Just what Robert wanted. He felt his hole slathered in cool gel, and Justin tilted up his hips.

"You wanted to be fucked? You're going to get fucked. I'm about to shove this hard cock so deep inside you, you're going to be walking funny for days." He made to push the head inside without stretching Rob first.

"Yes," Robert pleaded. "Please, J! I need you now."

Without another second, Justin thrust the first several inches into him.

"Fuck, J! Now, now, give me it all," he cried.

"Oh fuck, sweetheart, you feel so damn good wrapped around me. Hot and tight. I can feel you sucking me in all the way."

When Justin thrust the last few inches, Robert felt overwhelmed. He still felt so amazing when they did this. He loved it. Justin took shallow thrusts at first as he dug in deep. He circled his hips a few times, then went to town, fucking Robert hard and deep. He cried out in ecstasy as Justin increased his pace. Each stroke hit directly on his gland over and over again. His climax built.

"That's it. I can feel you tighten around me. You want to come, don't you? You gonna to give it all up for me?" Justin challenged.

"Yes… yes, I want to come. Now, J. I want to come now." Robert reached for his own cock, only to have his hand slapped away.

"No! You will come when I say you can, not when you want to. Tonight, this ass and this cock belong to me."

Oh my god! He'd never heard these kinds of forceful demands come from Justin before. His cock gave another spurt of pre-cum. When he'd said he wanted to be owned, he hadn't known it would feel like this. His entire body felt like it was on fire. His blood raced through his veins, his skin was alive, his fingers and toes tingled, and his brain had shut down to everything but the feel of the cock taking him. He couldn't hold on much longer no matter what Justin ordered.

"Please, J. Please let me come. I can't hold on much more," he begged.

Justin's hips sped up, and he met him thrust for thrust. His cock was going so deep, it kept hitting a spot inside that felt so good it almost hurt. God, he loved it! Suddenly, Justin stiffened in front of him.

"Now, Rob, come with me now."

Justin held Robert's hips in a bruising grip, throwing back his head, neck arched, and tendons taut as he cried out. Robert felt the hot jet of Justin's seed shoot inside him, and he exploded without a touch to his cock. He came and came, feeling like it would never stop. His release drenched his stomach and chest.

When they were both able to move again, they situated themselves on the bed, front to back. Justin curled up behind him, still breathing heavily, the sweat and heat of their bodies gluing them together. These moments were some of Robert's favorites. No matter who had fucked whom, they always spent time afterwards, existing in the moment.

"You're going to watch the match, right?" Robert asked as they were both drifting off to sleep.

"Wouldn't miss it for anything. I've got the DVR all set. That way, we can watch your brilliant performance over and over again." Justin kissed the base of Rob's neck. "Now, get some sleep, love. You have an early flight to catch."

"You ready, man?" James asked.

Robert gave his neck one last roll and shook out his arms. "Good to go."

His coach stood a few feet away, knowing that Robert liked these last few minutes to himself. Robert heard his name called over the speakers and trotted to the opening where the referee waited. Once he entered the cage and they went over the rules of the fight, he gave one last quick prayer.

The tone played over the speakers, signaling for them to start.

He had fought his opponent, Hernandez, before. Typically, the man liked to strike fast. Each of them danced around, gauging their range. Robert didn't want to overplay his hand, so he threw a couple of halfhearted hits and took a few kicks to his legs. Hernandez swung hard with a right and connected with his chin. Shaking off the attack, Robert countered with a hard-hitting punch to the body. Kicking out with his left leg, he struck Hernandez's midsection while he simultaneously caught an overhand hit from the man's right fist. He struck out with his leg again, but Hernandez caught it and took him to the ground. He took several blows, then quickly regained his feet. When he saw thirty seconds on the clock for the first round, he let loose with a series of blistering-fast Muay Thai moves. First, he executed a cobra punch where he faked a kick with his rear leg, then snapped the leg back while throwing a cross to his left cheek. He immediately followed that with a left flying elbow and finished with a low roundhouse kick just above the knee, sending Hernandez to the mat as the signal for the end of the round echoed.

In the second round, Robert's opponent came out with a slight limp from the last kick. Hernandez immediately landed a kick to Robert's body, but with the weak leg did little damage. Robert wanted to exploit the injury, so he struck the leg again, further weakening Hernandez's mobility. He landed several kicks to Hernandez's legs and body. He let a straight right punch fly, but in the effort, he lost traction and ended up on the mat. Hernandez went for a chokehold. Robert knew he could avoid the pin by using the Anaconda defense, so he shifted his body position. Situating his arm and outer leg to prevent him from being rolled over, he drove his head into Hernandez's midsection, which forced him to open the arm wrapped around Robert's neck. Robert then flipped himself around behind Hernandez and put him in a rear chokehold. Wrapping one arm around Hernandez's neck, Robert placed his elbow against his opponent's throat. He then put the hand of his choking arm and his free arm together and squeezed. A few seconds later, the referee signaled the tap, and the round ended.

Round three opened with the two of them slapping hands to start. Each exchanged blows as the momentum built. Robert landed a straight left punch that pushed Hernandez back. He could tell the other man was getting tired. His movements were sluggish, and his reactions not as quick. A hard-hitting right followed by a low kick to the upper thigh near the groin had Hernandez stepping back and bending over for a moment before signaling that he was okay to continue.

Robert was ready to end this match. So he employed the same move he'd used on James just months prior. The Gogoplata. He allowed himself to be sent to the mat, giving Hernandez a false sense of victory. Then, wrapping his legs over and under Hernandez's throat, he squeezed, causing the airway to be constricted. He held on as tight as he could while the man scrambled to find a way out of the hold, his breath slowly being drained. Thirty seconds passed on the clock; then Robert saw his opponent's eyes roll back up into his head, and he passed out. The referee signaled the knockout, and the match was Robert's.

Robert was so pumped. One step closer to the championship. One step closer to living the life he wanted with his man. He took the fastest shower in history so he could call Justin and tell him the good news. He knew the fight was being broadcast, but he needed to share. Walking out of the arena and into the casino, he dialed Justin on his cell phone. The noise was too much. He couldn't even hear the ring. He found a hallway and walked a little further before he heard a quiet answer on the other end.

"Hello?"

"J! I did it!"

He was so excited he was bouncing on the balls of his feet as if back in the ring.

"I know, honey. I watched. You were brilliant."

Robert knew it was noisy in the casino, but it sounded as if Justin was at a party.

"Did you have people over to watch?"

"No, why?"

"What's all that noise around you?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

He heard the noise get softer, as if Justin was trying to hide it from him. "J? If you went out with friends, it's okay. I know you don't get to do that often. You don't need to lie to me. I hate when people lie to me," he finished emphatically.

"Well, I did sort of go out, but I watched the fight, too."

"Okay, so where are you?"

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Robert turned around, annoyed at the interruption. Justin stood behind him with a huge smile on his face, waving his cell phone.

He closed his phone and pulled Justin into a big bear hug, and slapped him on the back. "Oh, my God! You're here!"

"I'm here." Justin took a huge step back.

Robert smiled. He knew his love was avoiding any direct contact between them, either to be discreet or avert temptation. "This is so fucking fantastic! Let's go cruise the strip, then find us a poker table to destroy."

The first eye-popping display that met their eyes as they exited the Mandalay Bay was the Luxor Hotel. The entire building was shaped like a pyramid and had a giant green spotlight exiting out the top. They decided to bypass the inside and instead walked a little further down the street. The Excalibur and New York Hotels were side by side.

"Well, I believe Las Vegas is the only place you will find a medieval castle next door to a full-scale metropolis with a roller coaster snaking around the buildings," Robert said.

"Look at how all the skyscrapers are different colors. They even have a colossal Statue of Liberty. I wanna ride the coaster! Come on, please?" Justin entreated.

Robert laughed at Justin's exclamations. The surrounding playground had reduced a full-grown man to childlike exuberance. They rode the roller coaster twice. Justin sat next to him, holding his hands up and yelling the entire time. Next on their stop was the Bellagio Fountains. The choreography of the water was a sight to behold. Across the street, they could see the replica of the Eiffel Tower.

Robert had heard cool things about the Cirque du Soleil show at Treasure Island. Unfortunately, it was too late to catch a show that night, but maybe before they left? It was still cool to see the pirate ships light up and walk around people watching. They cruised the strip for almost two hours until he couldn't stand it any longer. He saw a gap between two buildings as they walked around Caesar's Palace. He turned in that direction and didn't stop until they reached the dark, secluded area.

"Rob? Where are you—"

Yanking Justin deeper into the shadows, Robert pulled him into his arms, kissing him hard. This was no tender moment, but raw, barely controlled lust. Their teeth clicked, hands groped and tongues thrashed. They devoured each other as if there was no tomorrow. He pushed Justin up against the side of the building. Ripping open the buttons of Justin's jeans, Robert reached inside and grasped his hard cock. There wasn't much room in the tight denim.

Justin deserves a reward for this wonderful surprise.

He spread Justin's legs a little and leaned into his hard body. He took his earlobe between his teeth, bit down and pulled on the little flap of skin. Justin always went nuts when he did that. Robert saw him biting his lip to hold in his cries. He wished he could hear those sweet noises but knew this was not the time or place. Later… later, he promised himself. He gave just a few more strokes, a flick of his thumb over the slit as he whispered in Justin's ear, "Come."

He felt the smaller body jerk hard. Justin's eyes flew open to meet his, his mouth opened in a silent scream, and heat sprayed over Robert's fingers. Milking the tremors to their completion, he placed a soft, chaste kiss on the already bee-stung lips. When Justin reached for him, he shook his head and stepped back. "That was just for you."

"I was so proud of you tonight. It was amazing to see you fight in person. The TV doesn't do you justice," Justin said, pulling Rob into his arms and holding tight.

Robert wished they were alone and naked. He loved feeling Justin burrow into him after he came. The man was the best cuddler. Robert returned the hug, nestling his nose in Justin's neck. He loved his scent. With the warm desert air on Justin's skin, Robert just wanted to lick it all up. Stepping back, he gave Justin's hand a squeeze. "Come on, poker, and then I'll sneak you into my room. I would say let's skip the tables and go to bed, but I'm expected to put in an appearance back at the Mandalay Bay casino. It's part of my contract. Fortunately, I'm also staying there, so when we're done, we can just go upstairs. I need to call my agent and let him know we're on the way back."

"Okay, I'll just wander while you're doing the publicity stuff."

"No, I want you at my table. It's like you said. You're just my good friend who flew in to see me fight, and now we're going to play some cards."

"I think it's only fair to warn you. I'm a card shark. It's helped put me through school." Justin chuckled. "I'll try to go easy on you. Wouldn't want you to pout and not put out later."

Robert looked over at the very self-satisfied smile on Justin's face as they rode up the elevator several hours later. "You weren't fucking kidding."

The other man shrugged.

"Where did you learn to play like that?"

"Believe it or not, Gram taught me," Justin said, laughing. "She was a sweet little lady—until you put a deck of cards in front of her. Then it was every man for himself. She taught me how to read other players and how to bluff. I knew the ins and outs of Texas Hold ‘Em as well if not better than my high school history lessons. You can imagine how much my parents loved that."

"Is that the reason she cut them out of her life? Refusing to give up her gambling habit?"

"One of many."

The elevator came to a rapid halt on the thirtieth floor, and Robert felt his stomach do a little jump to catch up. They walked down the hall and stopped in front of his room. When they entered the suite, there were floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the strip and the huge flatscreen plasma TV opposite a sofa and overstuffed chair. A fully stocked wet bar finished out the sitting area. A doorway led to the bedroom with a king-sized bed filled with pillows and a thick down comforter. All decorated in shades of gray and black and cream. The counter tops were granite and the carpeting thick enough to scrunch one"s toes in.

"Wow, I'm impressed," Justin said, looking around.

"Yeah, popularity on the circuit has its perks. You keep winning, and they set you up in style."

He remembered the first rooms he'd stayed in. Cheap, smelly Motel Six knockoffs with beds he didn't want to know what had gone down on and bathrooms creeping with mildew.

"Just one thing… There's only one bed," Justin said, gesturing to the other room.

"You plan on sleeping somewhere else?" Robert asked, putting his arms around Justin's waist.

"Well, no, but what about maid service? We talked to enough people tonight that they know I'm staying with you."

"No worries. That's what sofa beds are for." He stepped away and moved the glass-topped coffee table, then flipped out the sofa bed with a flourish. "Voila! Now climb on in and wiggle around like you slept there."

Justin jumped on the bed as if he were a little monkey. He was laughing and having fun with the game. Punching up the pillows and kicking his legs around, rolling from side to side.

"Okay, okay. You're sleeping, remember. Not doing gymnastics."

He pulled Justin's arm up, lifted him over his shoulder and carried him into the bedroom. His butt was grabbed with both Justin's hands and given a good squeeze. He unceremoniously dumped his burden on the bed and watched him bounce on the thick mattress.

"This is where we do the gymnastics. Since you took a piece out of my ass downstairs, I'm going to take a piece out of yours. Now strip."

Justin flipped his shoes and socks off. He slowly undid the top few buttons of his dress shirt. Rob growled at the evil little grin on Justin"s lips. He knew his boyfriend was teasing him as he slowly flicked open the rest of the buttons, one by one. Then he lay back on the bed and spread the sides of his shirt. Justin played with his nipples, rubbing and pinching the tight nubs until his breath came in hitches.

"You're playing with fire, J."

"I like the burn."

In the next instant, Robert lunged forward, ripped the buttons of Justin's jeans open, yanked them down his legs to his ankles, and swallowed his cock whole. Justin cried out, and it was Robert"s turn to grin, although his mouth was stretched tight around Justin"s cock. Robert lifted Justin's hips by holding underneath his ass as he worked his erection deep into his throat, swallowing and sucking, each pull harder and faster than the next. He dropped Justin"s hips, and pinched his nipples hard, twisting in the way he knew Justin loved. His lover"s moans of pleasure escaped as did nonsense mumbling. Robert cupped Justin"s balls, which had drawn up tight to his body. He continued to devour his cock, lashing his tongue across the tip, and stabbed into the slit.

"Oh shit… damn… fuck… I'm gonna… Rob!"

Justin screamed as he shot deep. His whole body tensed and arched like a bow. Robert captured the last bit of ejaculate, then ripped Justin"s jeans the rest of the way off. He flipped Justin over onto his knees and ate his ass as if it were the finest delicacy. Before long, Robert"s cock was desperate for attention. He spit into his palm and wet his cock, then pushed it against Justin"s slick hole.

Robert gripped Justin"s hips while his man pushed back to take Robert"s cock completely. Justin"s muscles clenched hard around his length, and Robert hissed. He bored deep into Justin"s body, the heat and pressure unbelievable. One would think after the months they'd been together, he would be used to how it felt to be inside Justin, but each time felt like the first. No, better than the first. Every time was better than the last. He was completely addicted to fucking the man he loved and had no desire to search out a cure.

"I couldn't wait, J. I had to get inside you."

"Yes."

Was that his voice pleading so desperately?

"Take me, Rob, take me now, and take me hard. I wanna be fucked. Make me yours."

Justin had already come twice that night, but apparently, his cock didn't know that, ‘cause it was throbbing and leaking Robert"s grip.

"Fuck, yes, J… Mine!"

Robert withdrew all the way to the flange of his head, then thrust deep and fast. Over and over again. He heard Justin's sobs of pleasure, begging for more. He demanded harder, faster, and deeper. Robert gave everything he had to follow those orders, changing the angle of his hips to ensure he hit J's gland each time. Driving down deep, it felt like his cock was on fire. The heat and strength of the muscles surrounding him were so intense. The pleasure was so great it almost hurt.

Justin"s skin was hot to the touch. He stroked every inch he could reach. The sounds coming from his boyfriend"s throat were unintelligible now, just needy and begging. Robert's balls drew up, his ass clenched, and he felt his cum travel up his dick and fire out of the tip like a cannonball. He roared out his climax, hips jackknifing. Spots appeared behind his closed eyes. When he came to, his hand was still gripping Justin"s cock, making powerful pulls up and down the long length. He felt Justin tense; then wetness coated his hand as he gave a whole-body shiver. Robert flopped to his side and started laughing.

Justin rolled over and glared. "What's so damn funny?"

"Look at us."

The shirt twisted around Justin"s torso. Robert's was completely buttoned, and his jeans only pulled down just past his ass, shoes and socks still in place. Justin started laughing, too.

They finished undressing and slid under the covers. Rob wrapped himself around Justin"s smaller, muscled body. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night. Love you." Justin snuggled down.

"Luv you too," Robert mumbled into Justin's soft, thick hair, giving a little squeeze.