Page 71 of Kiss-Fist
‘What was that?’ I ask, but my hands are slightly off, and I’m not sure I’m clear.
Robbie’s grin grows wider, and he grabs his phone, pulling up an app to show me. It takes a couple of seconds for me to realize what I’m looking at, especially because I can’t read more than the title. After a beat, he pulls a small black disc out from under the sheets where his pillow is resting and then he points to the digital clock on his nightstand where it’s attached with a long cord.
Ah, a vibrating alarm clock. That makes sense.
Then I feel a little ridiculous. Why didn’t I consider that? Why did I immediately think I was going to die? It has to be the way that being with him makes me so damn nervous, like the other shoe is about to drop, and all of this is going to get ripped away.
Robbie sits up, and I eye him, his naked body next to mine. I can’t believe he let me sleep with him last night. I was able to cuddle up next to him and hold him, and it was everything.
After we got off again, of course. I mean, can you blame me? He’s fucking sex on a stick. And the thought of him arching against me, our cocks sliding against each other as we frotted, makes me hot all over again. The way he signed my name when he came.
It fucking melted me.
Yeah, I need to at least make it through breakfast before attacking him with my dick. And my lips. And maybe even my ass.
I liked bottoming for him, and I want to do it again.
Maybe this time on all fours.
‘Coffee?’ Robbie asks, shattering my fantasy. It’s probably for the best. I nod, following him out of bed, still completely naked.
Robbie turns to look at me and chokes slightly. His finger points at my dick, and he blushes.
‘What?’
He signs something I don’t know, and then he takes the time to show me the word on his phone. Oh. Naked.
Yes. I like that one. I’ll remember it. I repeat it, and Robbie blushes more. My hand goes to my cock, and I hold it.
He rolls his eyes, and I wink just before a pair of boxers flies at me, landing on my head. Okay, okay, I get the hint. He doesn’t want me to burn my penis on hot coffee. You know, just in case I accidentally spill, and considering the first day I ever set eyes on him I had a wet crotch, he probably knows how accident prone I am.
Without another word, I pull them on and follow Robbie and his cute little butt to the kitchen. He rummages around in the cupboards, pulling out two mugs and working on making me a coffee. Only this is a fancy one. Not the shitty pots I make at home.
This is a fucking latte.
He nods to the machine and then signs, ‘Okay?’
‘Yeah.’ Caffeine will be a massive help since I don’t have my meds with me.
He wets his lips, and I can’t help but lean in and place a kiss to his cheek. He leans into me, brushing against my abdomen as he does, and I shiver.
I want his hands on me all the damn time. But not before coffee. I need to focus.
Taking a step back, I wander, looking around his small apartment. I take in the pictures on his walls, friends, family members, maybe even ex-boyfriends. Not that I want to think too hard about that. I move on to a few art pieces, long obvious brushstrokes over canvas in bright colors, a few pottery items. And then my eyes land on something so weird I laugh loudly.
A rooster with a big dick riding a piece of corn.
What the fuck isthatabout? Probably a fucked-up inside joke.
I want to know the story behind it, I think as Robbie appears beside me, handing me the mug. When he sees what I’m looking at, he makes a choked sound and grabs it off the wall in an attempt to hide it.
When Robbie finally turns back to face me, the rooster and corn hidden behind a framed photo, I’m halfway done with my coffee.
‘Delicious,’ I tell him.
He blushes. I meant it about the latte, but also about him, so I guess his blush is warranted. I point to the place where he hid the weird figurine, and he slaps my hand down. Another laugh erupts out of me, and he rolls his eyes.
I want to know. I want to know everything about him.
