He slides back into the bed and, suddenly shy, hesitates for a moment before putting his hand on Lance’s shoulder.

Lance turns to him with an uncertain smile that Robbie instantly wants to banish, so he leans in and kisses him. He never wants Lance to have to doubt how grateful, how eager, Robbie is to have the gift of touching him, kissing him. He gently dabs the spot of cum off Lance’s hip, then eases closer, his arm going around him.

“You’re still wearing all your clothes,” Lance says.

“Yes,” Robbie agrees.

“And I didn’t even get to suck you off,” Lance adds, this time with what can only be called a pout.

Robbie laughs. “I wanted to.” He clears his throat. “I wanted to do it, for you, and then I couldn’t wait to come.” He meets Lance’s steady blue stare. “You were so sexy. I loved doing it. I hope it was…?”

Lance’s grin is immediate, the warmth in his eyes unmistakably sincere. “It was perfect.”

Robbie smiles, kisses his shoulder, and then arranges himself against the headboard behind Lance, pulling him back between his legs before arranging the blankets over him. Lance’s hard back against his chest and Lance’s ass between his thighs is giving him all kinds of ideas, but somehow even more distracting is the easy access he now has to Lance’s neck, and how he can brush his nose through his hair, and how Lance’s arms lie over his, their fingers threading together upon Robbie’s knees.

“I need to tell you something,” Robbie murmurs against Lance’s shoulder. “I looked up your name on my phone,” he confesses in a rush.

But Lance just twists around to look at him and grins. “Finally. I’m kind of offended you hadn’t done it already.”

Robbie snorts. “Why? Have you searched for me?” The idea of anyone thinking there’s anything about Robbie to be found on the internet seems comical. But to his dismay, Lance is nodding shyly.

“Yeah. I never found anything. Well, one time I saw your name on some approval list of BLM subcontractors. I didn’t really know what I was seeing at the time. I guess I do now.” He shifts against Robbie, leaning back so his head rests on Robbie’s shoulder. “It wasn’t what I wanted, though.”

Thinking of the pictures has made Robbie hot all over. Especially now that he’s holding in his arms their untouchable, forbidden subject. He can’t help sliding his hand down the center of Lance’s chest toward his navel.

“What did you want? Did you think you’d find a picture of me?”

Lance nods his head.

Robbie smiles. “I couldn’t compete with yours. Did you really want to see me standing naked by a lighthouse?”

Lance laughs. “That one? Ugh, that one is so cliche.”

“You look amazing in it,” Robbie says earnestly. “I didn’t look at it for long enough. I’ll have to study it more later.”

Lance laughs again, but more breathily. Possibly, he’s affected by the fact that Robbie’s hand has drifted lower, between his legs.