“You don’t have to do that,” Robert said when Landon came in from taking the trash to the bin in the garage.
“I can tell you had a good day,” he said, really liking the image greeting him. Robert folded his apron with the underside out to keep the mess on the inside and off the table where he set the bundle. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. Robert was the only guy he knew who actually wore a white undershirt under his T-shirts. Then he brought that over his head too. Oh, goodie. Landon’s dick hardened, watching the ripple of those defined stomach muscles the shirt had been hiding.
“I did. I’m a mess. Cooking properly is much harder than I thought it would be.” Robert’s eager lips came for his again as he started to pass by. Landon kept telling himself he should eat the food prepared before showing Robert exactly how he felt about having this man slaving away for him all day, on food Robert himself wouldn’t even enjoy. It was those endearing things that wove around his heart.
Overwhelmed with the urge to hold the man against him, he watched as Robert worked his belt free, letting the pants slide to his feet. Robert gave a happy laugh before saying, “I shouldn’t track this mess into the rest of the house.” His eyes were filled with excitement as he explained, “I’m not sure I’ve ever been this messy before in my life. Maybe there’s something I could do, like tucking my elbows against my sides, that will alleviate all the rest of this mess from getting anywhere else.” Robert was happy. Landon felt it radiating from him as he stepped out of his pants and stood there in nothing but his red striped briefs.
Landon’s heart swelled with Robert’s delight, proving what he already knew: Robert’s happiness was his happiness. All the defenses he’d kept dragging up against Robert had slipped away. He loved him. Loved every side of him. The acknowledgement sent a shockwave through his body. Then peace settled over Landon. All the anxiety and confusion melted away as he allowed himself to admit the truth.
“I hope you like this dinner. I learned the hard way today that any skill I have is elementary and very limited to my father’s style of cooking. Today was the trial, but I think Helene and I will be meeting a few times a week. She told me that I could have a culinary future if I want it. I did have talent.”
“Of course, you do,” Landon said, proud of himself for still being able to listen as the world rocked then settled under his feet with his insights. “You’re very talented.”
“It’s tremendous praise from both of you. Go change. I’ll start pulling this together. I had William Sonoma on speed dial today. They delivered all day long. I think we’ll be renovating the entire kitchen.” Robert started to walk away from him, but Landon locked an arm around his waist.
“You’re talented in so many ways.” He watched the moment of surprise light Robert’s extraordinary face before understanding set in. Landon swept his hand inside the waistband of Robert’s underwear, pushing them down.
“What’s gotten into you?” Robert asked, his eyes dropping to Landon’s lips. Landon took the moment to admire the naked man at his leisure.
“Hopefully you,” he muttered and turned Robert, the table stopping any chance of retreat as he dropped to his knees.
He opened his mouth and sucked Robert to his root. His nose pressed into the blond hair at the base of the sexiest cock he’d ever known. He breathed in the intoxicating scent, inhaling the heated arousal. His dick jerked in his pants, leaking against the now uncomfortably tight material. His need to make Robert orgasm overruled any common sense or etiquette he’d learned about blow jobs in the kitchen area. Landon managed to pop the button on his own pants and slide the zipper down. He shoved the material far enough to free his aching cock.
Landon wrapped his palm around his shaft and gave himself a hard tug, needing some sort of relief. This was what Robert did to him, kept him in a state of ready arousal. He licked the underside of Robert’s balls, brushing his lips over the soft skin as he fucked into to his own fist, guiding Robert’s cock back to his lips with his other.
Robert’s sticky hands moved from Landon’s shoulders to his head and began to guide him. Loosening his jaw, Landon let Robert’s velvety arousal slide deeper, the firm flesh hitting the back of his throat as he bobbed his head and shuffled closer. He ran his palm up the back of his lover’s thigh, swallowing around the cock filling his throat. He pulled off his lover, stroking him roughly with his free hand before mouthing him again. Robert was holding back, he could tell. His movements measured and tense.
Landon dipped his head, taking more than he should, causing him to gag. He lifted his eyes and watched the pleasure bloom on Robert’s face. The salty flesh moved over his tongue in measured thrusts. He gripped the base of his lover’s cock, curling his tongue around the tip before licking into the slit, sampling more of his man.
He used his hand and hollowed his cheeks, encouraging Robert to fuck his mouth.
Fingernails scraped against his scalp as Robert’s fingers tightened in his close-cropped hair, and his hips moved more freely, picking up speed.
Landon took himself in hand, stroking faster with each bob of his head. He was close to coming, and from the way Robert’s sac had drawn up against his body, Landon could tell his man was close too. Robert’s hips snapped in rhythm, his low moan reverberating in Landon’s balls.
Robert’s
