Page 38 of Redstone
Robbie sat down on their tiny couch and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. “We need it not to matter if Harrison sleeps at his desk,” he murmured. “We need it not to matter if someone’s in the observation room. We need to immobilize people where they stand.”
“Yeah, and if you’ve got a way of doing that, then you’re smarter than I am because I’ve been thinking about this for hours, and I still have no fucking clue.”
“The gas. The gas that’s used on the prisoners.” Robbie picked his head up and smirked at Wyl. “We need to make it so the gas can circulate through the rest of the prison. The ventilation system can be controlled via the infirmary from what I understand.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake … “You just figured that out? Right now?”
“Don’t feel too bad,” Robbie said, only slightly smug. “The guards talk about the gas system a lot. They really like getting to set it off. It leads to a lot of very creative betting, apparently.”
“Do you actually think we could get the gas into the rest of Redstone?”
Robbie shrugged. “This rock constantly recycles its air. They scrub it after a gassing, but then they put it right back into the main system again. I’m sure there’s a way to make it so that the scrubbers don’t turn on. We just have to make sure Tamara isn’t affected.”
“You are so smart,” Wyl said to him seriously. “You are smart, and sexy, and you might have just solved a major problem for all of us, and I really want to suck your dick right now.”
Robbie blinked. “I feel like I should say something romantic, but I’m too tired to come up with anything better than ‘okay.’”
“That works for me,” Wyl said, and he dropped down to his knees and crawled over to the couch, only pausing to say, “ZeeBee, discrete mode.”
“Discretion activated.” The green eyestrip went dull and dark, and Wyl focused all his attention on Robbie, settling between his knees and pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Now …”
Robbie started to laugh. It was tired laughter, but it was genuine. “Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“I never joke about blow jobs.”
“I guess not.” He took Wyl’s hands in his and tugged him up until Wyl was straddled over his waist. “But if we do this here, I’m going to fall asleep on the couch instead of our bed, and I don’t want that.”
Was Wyl hearing this right? “You’re … turning down my lips wrapped around your cock?”
Robbie kissed the side of his neck. “Only on the couch, baby. Let’s go to bed, then you can wrap your lips around my cock for as long as you want.”
“So romantic,” Wyl teased right back.
“I learned from the best,” Robbie told him.
The bed in their apartment was tiny, barely big enough for the two of them to lie across, shoulder to shoulder. They’d spent enough time in ships that they were used to tight quarters, though, and Wyl’s predilection for using Robbie as a pillow made things easier.
Now, however, Wyl wished it were a little wider because he wanted to lay Robbie down on it and spread him out across the sheets and stroke his hands over every inch of his husband’s body before finally taking him into his mouth. There definitely wasn’t room for Robbie to spread out, and the sheets were the slick, scratchy kind, and the mattress had long since lost its elastic qualities, so dispersing his weight wouldn’t make him much more comfortable than he already was.
Still, undressing him was fun if a little concerning. Robbie had been awake for over seventy hours at this point, not the longest he’d ever gone without sleep but certainly harder to handle when he had to be on edge that whole time, always looking over his back and checking to see who might be coming up to stab him in it. And that was when he wasn’t worrying about Wyl, which …
No. Just no. Robbie didn’t need to know the details of what was coming. With luck, Wyl would manage the confrontation well enough that he could spend a minute or so in a tank to take care of superficial wounds and come out as good as new. It didn’t have to be a big, scary, dire thing. It didn’t have to worry Robbie any more than he was already worried.
Wyl stroked his hands through Robbie’s graying hair, then down his neck and over his shoulders as he kissed him. Robbie responded to the intent in Wyl’s kiss, the fervency in the press of their bodies, but his touch was gentle, clumsy, and a little slow, like he was already half asleep.
“No, babe, no,” Wyl chided him even as he pushed him back onto the bed. Robbie couldn’t stretch out, but just the act of his head hitting the pillowy part of the mattress seemed blissful to him if the groan he made was any indication. “No sleeping yet, c’mon.”
“Act now, or hold your peace until morning,” Robbie said, the sentence breaking on a yawn in the middle. He might be tired, but he was still hard, and so Wyl dispensed with the foreplay, stripped out of his own clothes in a rush, and slid between his husband’s legs. Robbie unconsciously moved to accommodate him, letting him in close without a moment’s thought.
It still fucked with Wyl’s head sometimes, how close he’d come to never knowing Robbie this way. How near he’d come to losing him, not just back when they first met but over and over again, always pulling it out somehow in the eleventh hour. It was humbling, for someone who had come so near ruining his entirelife, that Robbie trusted Wyl like this, in close, with everything he had.
Wyl wouldn’t let him get hurt. He wouldn’t weigh him down any more than he had to.
“Wyl?” He almost jumped when the back of Robbie’s hand trailed down his cheek. When he looked up, Robbie’s expression had gone from soft to serious. “You okay?”
“I’m good,” Wyl said, honestly enough. “I’m fantastic, actually; let me prove it to you.”
“I believe you; you don’t need to—oh,fuck.” Nothing like a well-timed deep throating to give his husband just the distraction he needed. “Mmm, Wyl, fuck.”
