Warning: This is a very mature chapter. Proceed with caution.
Approximately two seconds after entering Robin's dorm room, Tyler threw himself on the still-unmade bed. With a loud rattle, his crutches fell to the floor, discarded and unneeded. He had plans that didn't involve them.
"Come here," Ty pleaded softly, reaching his hand toward Robin, who was attempting to hang his jacket on a hook by the door. Ever since their lips parted this morning, before Robin had to rush to class, Tyler had impatiently waited for this moment.
Now they were finally together again and could do whatever they wanted. And he wanted to do so damn much.
The school day had gone by in a haze of naughty fantasies and replays of the sweet events of the night before. It all seemed almost impossible. That Tyler, not even a year after his life-altering accident, would get to experience such intense joy. That someone, a boy--an insanely cute boy--would want him, would desire him even.
Unable to wait even a second longer than necessary to reunite with the object of his affection, Tyler had trekked, crutches be damned, across the campus to meet up with Robin after class. The surprised smile on Robin's face upon discovering Tyler waiting for him had made the exhausting endeavor worth it.
They hadn't kissed there. It had felt too public. Whatever they had was still just theirs. It was intimate, fresh, and fragile.
Deciding to drop his jacket on the floor, Robin obeyed Tyler's wish. Avoiding the tripping hazard of the fallen crutches with swift steps. Fingers braided together. Warmth flowed from one body to another. Calm instilled itself throughout Tyler's body, as if he'd been lost at sea all day and finally found his safe port. He felt at home. He felt as if nothing was amiss in his world.
"Hi," Tyler whispered, even though they had already greeted each other when meeting up after class. But a nod and smile wasn't how Tyler had wanted to reunite after several painful hours of separation. This was how. Still waters turned to clucking waves when Tyler pulled Robin close, bridging the small gap between them to unite their lips in a proper welcome kiss, that was anything but chaste. Now when the nervous jitters of the first connection were over, his body was filled with the second wind of unbridled desire.
"Hi..." Robin mumbled back, cupping Tyler's face with his hand. A kissing intermission ensued as they looked at each other, happy feelings bouncing in their gazes. Robin smiled, not just with his lips or even his eyes but with his whole being. Tyler smiled back, feeling the joy overflowing in every fiber in his body.
"I missed you." Tyler stole a quick peck from smiling lips.
"I missed you too." Robin returned the kiss, parting Tyler's lips with his tongue to plunge in deeper. Noticing Robin taking the initiative in that manner made sparks of excitement ignite in Tyler's chest. He felt like he was luring out another Robin than the one he'd initially met: a more confident and assured version. A version that he'd been able to hint underneath the stuttering and bumbling surface.
Tingles traveled down Tyler's spine when Robin's gentle fingers flowed through his hair, landing at the base of his neck and sneaking underneath the fabric of his t-shirt. "Is this mine?" Robin asked, inspecting the gray fabric of Tyler's shirt.
"Well, you took my shirt this morning," Tyler replied with a shrug. "I had to wear something and I liked the smell of this one." Luxuriating in the fragrance of Robin all day had definitely made it difficult for Tyler to focus on his classes.
Robin replied with a kiss, expressing his approval of the clothing choice by pulling Tyler close. Kiss after kiss scrubbed away layers of shame, self-loathing, and uncertainty. No barriers remained anymore.
"I can take the shirt off," Ty mumbled. In one fell swoop, he pulled Robin's t-shirt over his head, exposing his naked upper body to the bright rays of daylight from the window. On Tyler's left shoulder, scars from incisions revealed where the socket had been put back into place, and on his chest, quarters-sized marks on the sides remained from when tubes had drained his chest of fluid.
Robin breathed heavily as he took in the sight, seemingly not noticing, or not caring, about the imperfections. In the sheen of his gaze, Tyler felt like a damn supermodel. In Robin's eyes, he was perfect.
"Now give me my shirt back," he teased and wriggled his hands underneath the hem of Robin's shirt. Robin immediately stretched his arms up, allowing Tyler to pull the item off.
His eyes feasted on vast lands of unexplored skin, straining underneath taut muscles and knotted bones. Everything was wiry and hard, giving his fingers crevasses and mountains to travel. The possibilities of what to do on these lands felt endless and exciting. Because their journey together had just begun.
Pulled by an inescapable force, Tyler's touch traveled downward, with a certain part of Robin's body--one which had played the main role in his ongoing naughty fantasies--as its destination. Sitting down on the bed while Robin was standing, a bulge strained against the zipper right in front of him which made Tyler almost lose his mind from desire.
He wanted to feel exactly how much Robin wanted him. He needed to. So damn badly.
But only if Robin let him.
Pausing right above the waistband of Robin's pants, Tyler took a deep breath. He caught Robin in a kiss as he attempted to focus his desires into words.
"I want to take your pants off," Ty whispered into Robin's lips. "I've been thinking about it all day." Nibbling on Robin's lower lip, Tyler asked: "Can I?" While he waited for a reply, he couldn't help but let his fingers fiddle below the fabric.
The reply came in the form of a light moan and nod, allowing Tyler to continue his exploration downward.
Tyler wanted to rip Robin's pants off right away. He wanted to shove Robin's cock into his mouth and suck until Robin melted into a puddle in his grip. But he didn't do that. Forcefully, he held himself back, because he also wanted to savor the moment. He wanted them to enjoy every part of the journey together.
So he gently inched his fingers lower atop Robin's chinos, to eventually cup around the protruding bulge.
A muffled whimper came from Robin's lips upon the touch of Tyler's hand.
Damn, he was so hard. Tyler could feel the strain against the fabric, reacting to his presence.
Rip. Cock. Mouth. Suck.
No! Not yet. Tyler forced himself to breathe to control his urges.
Needing to distract his lips from their naughty instincts, he placed them against the skin of Robin's lower abdomen, embarking on a trail of kisses. So close. Dangerously close. All the while, Tyler moved his palm in circles across the zipper of Robin's pants.
A muffled whimper came from above. "Did I hurt you?" Tyler asked, worried he'd gotten too eager.
Robin shook his head decisively. "No," he mumbled. "I'm just very..." The last word was swallowed by yet another whimper--caused by Tyler stroking his fingers across taut fabric--but the general message was still clear.
"I'll be gentle," Tyler promised, slowly starting to pull the zipper down. Midway, he paused briefly to center himself on what he was doing. This was, after all, his first sexual encounter, which was at once overwhelming, thrilling, and frightening. While Tyler was quite sure he would enjoy what was to come, he also didn't know exactly what he would feel. He didn't know if he would be any good at it what he was about to attempt.
The only thing he'd ever been talented at was soccer, and the upcoming activity didn't seem like it would have much overlap with sports. Although he supposed both activities may lead to sweating and panting.
Robin's hands fumbled through Tyler's hair, seemingly clamoring for something to hold onto. Every light touch below the belt from Tyler's fingers led to a cascade of muffled moans and quivering muscles. The effects Tyler had on Robin's body were fascinating, and he couldn't get enough. He wanted to make Robin unravel from pleasure.
The mere thought almost made Tyler unravel as well. His own pants were getting very snug. But Tyler's needs weren't in focus right now. This was about Robin's needs and Tyler's desire to meet them.
Having unzipped Robin's pants, Tyler tugged impatiently on the pant legs to make them fall. All these layers of fabric were starting to frustrate him. He craved for his hands to touch the treasure underneath.
Using the last of his remaining patience, he teased his fingers across the thin material of Robin's boxers, enjoying the reaction of unrestrained moans and raspy breaths. This Robin was far from the nervous and closed-up guy Tyler had first met. This was his Robby.
Only one more hurdle remained. One thin layer of fabric.
Tyler leaned back, looking into Robin's blue eyes. He let the trust and care flood his whole being while reaching his hand around Robin's neck to catch vibrating lips in a kiss. It tasted of lust: sweet, deep, and intense. Like the creamiest cherry sundae with oodles of chocolate sauce on top. It was decadent and addictive.
"Are you ready?" Tyler whispered close to Robin's ear, playing with his tongue in the nook right underneath.
"Go--" Robin paused to inhale rapidly as Tyler's teeth nibbled his ear lobe "--ahead."
No more words were needed. Tyler knew what he wanted to do next. He craved it, and he knew Robin did as well. Which made him crave it even more.
Tyler moved lower, scattering kisses like flower petals, too wrapped up in the moment to even aim properly. Robin's cheeks, jaw, neck, and chest were covered in affection from Tyler's lips. From there, he moved lower and lower.
Bellybutton. Hip bones. A trail of hair right above the waistband.
Tyler's heart raced. His pulse thundered. His breathing grew rapid.
While still at the hospital, those symptoms would have been gravely concerning. But on this occasion, he was quite sure they were normal, healthy even. Signs that he was in good vigor and everything was right in the world.
Sneaking his fingertips underneath the waistband, Tyler carefully lifted the fabric of Robin's boxers over the protruding bulge to remove the last layer of fabric between them.
At last, Robin stood nude before Tyler, having shed clothing as well as insecurities. His erection pointed straight upward, so swollen it seemed to defy gravity. That's how much Robin wanted Tyler. Observing the proof of that desire erased all doubts from Tyler's mind about whether anyone could want him after his accident. Robin wanted him, there was no doubt of that. Robin wanted Tyler and Tyler wanted Robin.
"You're so... incredible," Tyler mumbled, mesmerized by the sight."I just want to touch you, and"--he swallowed as his mouth started to water at the delicious sight-- "taste you."
Tyler barely knew his name anymore. He barely knew how many legs he had. All he knew was that he needed Robin's cock. Now. Putting his fingers at the base, he almost forgot how to breathe. So hot. So close. So hard.
He stroked slowly upward, savoring each inch. Robin's limbs wriggled and his chest heaved in sync with the motion. When Tyler reached the top, he used his fingertips to draw circles on the sensitive skin. Hands grabbed at his shoulders, but not to push him away but rather to pull closer.
Wiped of all conscious thought, Tyler bent forward, flicking the tip of his tongue across the tip of Robin's cock. Robin gasped helplessly, digging his fingers into Tyler's shoulders. Acting on nothing but urge and intuition, Tyler traced his tongue downward, tasting the entire length. It was salty but yet sweet like french fries dipped in milkshake.
Continuing upward again, Tyler couldn't restrain himself any longer.
Cock. Mouth. Suck. That was the only objective in his brain.
He needed Robin inside him now. Starting with a kiss, Tyler licked circles around the head before sucking, deeper and deeper. The taste of desire beckoned him with its sticky sweetness. In his eagerness, Tyler almost choked, going too far. He had to come up for air.
"You okay?" Robin whispered, voice thick with lust. His hands stroked Tyler's bangs out of the way to be able to exchange gazes.
"I'm fine," Tyler assured him, placing a kiss on Robin's abdomen for assurance. "You're just too damn hot, Robby."
After pausing for a second to breathe, he dove in again. Feeling the hardness grow between his lips was like nothing else. It drew his mind to the brink of insanity. He just needed more. He wanted to do this forever. He wanted to always feel like Robin was under his spell, dancing to his every move.
Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper.
Flavors, sensations, and reactions blended. Tyler wasn't quite sure where his body ended and Robin's started. It was all a cacophony of unknown colors, finally being revealed to him.
Hand tugged at Tyler's curls, holding his hair in two tufts as if he had antlers. The grip didn't hurt him but rather egged him on further. Not quite sure what move was most pleasurable, Tyler tried everything. He sucked down hard and he employed a gentler approach. He created zig-zag patterns with his tongue and he flicked it all the way around. He let his hands caress the sensitive poach below and he traced his fingers along the base in tune with his mouth movements.
The guttural sounds, no longer moans or whimpering but just incoherent blather which sometimes seemed to contain the name Ty, told him that Robin must be appreciating all of these moves. Every trick he tried led to deeper noises and a firmer grip on his hair.
Upping the intensity of his movements, Tyler could feel every muscle in Robin's body tensing, like a balloon that was about to explode.
"Ty," Robin mumbled, bending down to place a kiss on Tyler's head. "I will..."
Tyler wouldn't have minded continuing but he didn't want to break Robin's trust, so he obediently moved his lips right before the release came. Keeping a steady grip on Robin's cock with his hand, warm liquid spilled over the back while Robin cried out in pleasure. Hands tugged uncontrollably on his hair, causing some light pain to Tyler's scalp. But even the pain felt pleasurable. It meant he'd succeeded in letting Robin let go of everything.
Noticeably unburdened, Robin placed soft kisses all over Tyler's bent head while Tyler pressed his lips to Robin's chest, listening as ragged breath came back to a calm rhythm.
In his darkest moment, Tyler had dreamt of one day making out with a cute boy. He hadn't dared to dream of this. Such perfection as this moment had seemed impossible. To be so close, so proud, so happy. It couldn't be conjured, it had to be experienced. And he couldn't wait to experience it over and over again with Robin.