“So you did, and I’m not sorry at all. You just made this jacket the only thing I’ll be able to think about today,” Priest said, as he raised it to his nose and inhaled. “Even if I can’t wear it.”
Priest then walked into the closet, hung it on a hanger, and placed it beside all of Robbie’s other coats.
When he turned and found Robbie’s eyes focused on him, Priest said, “This now belongs to you. After you wash it, let me know and I’ll be sure to wear it again so it smells like me. Then you can fuck it at your leisure.”
Robbie’s lips parted in shock, and Priest wondered if he was more scandalized or turned on by the thought as he squirmed around in their bed.
“And what about you?” Robbie asked, his voice breathless and sexy. “Do you want something of mine?”
Priest took a clean jacket from the closet and then walked out and stopped at the foot of the bed. He ran his eyes up Robbie’s naked legs to his spent cock and balls and gave him an arrogant look.
“No. I already have you to fuck at my leisure. Seems like a good trade-off to me.” Robbie licked his swollen lips, and Priest made himself walk to the bedroom door. It was either that or end up in that bed, inside that man, and now he really didn’t have time. “One last thing: I don’t know how long Julien’s going to be out, but tread carefully there. He’s dealing this morning. He’s all up in his head.”
Robbie nodded, and Priest couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt at leaving him and Julien today, but with a final look over his shoulder, he said, “Have a good day, Robert,” and walked out the door.
AFTER PRIEST LEFT, Robbie spent a little extra time in the shower replaying what had just happened, and when he feared the hot water might run out, he decided it would probably be a good idea to get out and get dressed.
He quickly made the bed and wondered whether Julien was home yet, and when he stepped out of their room in search of breakfast and coffee, he was greeted by the sun now spilling in through the open curtains and a sight that brought him to a dead stop with his mouth hanging open.
There, in the center of the room where the coffee table usually sat, was Julien. He was standing, Robbie supposed, but he was bent completely in half so that his nose was touching his shins, his arms were wrapped around his ankles, and his eyes were closed.
Shit. I can barely touch my toes, Robbie thought. At least, he thought he’d thought it, until Julien’s head turned his way and their eyes collided.
“Oh, sorry,” Robbie muttered, as Julien moved back up to a proper standing position. “I didn’t mean for you to stop. I didn’t mean for you to hear me at all.”
“It’s okay, princesse. I was done anyway.”
Robbie walked over to him, his eyes moving up and down Julien’s fit form, and then he blurted out the first thing that came to mind: “Just how flexible are you? You were practically kissing the floor just then.”
Julien grabbed the gym towel that was hanging over the back of one of the barstools and ran it over his face. “Well, it’s probably easier to show you than to tell you.”
Robbie’s eyes widened and he nodded eagerly, remembering what Priest had said about Julien and yoga: “It’s very…erotic to watch. I recommend it.” Then he took a seat on the couch, crossing his legs under himself as Julien moved back to the center of the mat.
Without a word, Julien bent back in half to the position he’d been in a minute ago, but then he slowly raised his left leg to a 180-degree angle, his toes pointing up to the ceiling.
“Holy fucking shit,” Robbie said, his eyes widening as Julien’s pants stretched over his perfect ass. He then uncrossed his legs and got to his feet, walking closer to Julien, unbelieving of what he was seeing. “That pose is…”
Julien turned his head and aimed his eyes up at Robbie, who opened his mouth to speak, but instead angled his head to get a better look, his words escaping him.
Julien then brought his leg back down and straightened. “It’s a standing split,” he explained.
“It’s fucking fantasy inspiring, is what it is. I feel as though I’m suddenly going to become a morning person if I get to watch that.”
Julien nodded but said nothing as he crouched down to roll up the yoga mat and then took it over to a basket that sat in the far corner of the room. He was quieter than usual this morning, just as Priest had warned, and for the first time since he’d met Julien, Robbie could feel the tension rolling off him.