Page 52 of Julien (Confessions 2)

He needed to calm down. He’d been telling himself that the entire way back to the condo. He needed to calm down and chill out, if he was going to have any hope of lasting through what was bound to be a night of unimaginable, well, everything.

When the elevator dinged on their floor, he practically ran down the hall and let himself inside. He tossed his bag on the ground, immediately untied his coat, and shrugged out of it.

There, he’d done what Priest had asked, and as he moved the coffee table out of the way so he could stand on the rug and wait, Robbie made a quick decision and dashed into the bathroom.

Several minutes later, he was back in the bedroom after having freshened up, tucking his shirt in and refastening his pants. That was when he heard keys in the door and hurried back into the living room to take up his position.

As the front door opened and then shut, he heard footsteps coming down the hall and glanced over his shoulder to watch his men enter their condo. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

Julien was in front of Priest and walking with a relaxed kind of swagger that let Robbie know the alcohol was definitely still swirling through his system, and when he stepped into the living room and spotted him, Julien’s lips curved and that sexy dimple appeared.

Oh shit, Robbie thought, as Julien walked around the couch toward him. I really want to kiss him there and maybe mmm…lick it.

Priest’s eyes latched on to him the second Julien was out of touching range, and Robbie watched him as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and walked over to the kitchen island to toss his keys down on it.

No words had been spoken yet, and Robbie got the sense he wasn’t to talk until he was told to. So he stood still and let this silent dance continue.

Next, Julien came around to stand in front of him, and as he got closer, he stripped out of his sweater and tossed it down on the couch. Robbie’s cock jerked in response to the tight olive skin and tattoos covering Julien’s shoulder, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching down to palm his erection.

God, Julien was sexy, and so was his ink. The patterns were all so intricate as they curled over his arm and down his bicep, and the Amorè on his chest? Damn… Robbie’s eyes couldn’t help but go there, which only led to what was further below.

Ever so slowly, Robbie’s gaze wandered down the rippling muscles that were toned to perfection courtesy of Julien’s dedication to his yoga. And Robbie recalled, with stunning clarity, the standing split Julien had done for him right there earlier this morning, and let out a sigh as he worked his dick a little harder.

The only sound in the room other than that was the blood rushing from his head directly south. Then Julien took a step back and sat down on the couch, spreading his legs nice and wide in open invitation.

Robbie’s eyes automatically zeroed in on the erection he could see outlined in Julien’s pants, and just as he was about to say something like Please, let me see it, he heard—

“Robert?”

Robbie’s head whipped around as though he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, as he glanced over his shoulder at Priest.

“Yes?” he said, his voice much more breathy than usual.

Priest walked over to him, hooked his finger under Robbie’s chin, and gently angled his face up. When their eyes collided, Robbie almost whimpered at the hunger he saw there. Priest looked as though he wanted to devour him, and Robbie hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet.

“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”

Robbie licked his lips and shook his head, finding it difficult to speak.

“I’ve been thinking about the way you fucked my jacket this morning, and that you”—Priest ran his thumb over Robbie’s lip—“owe me.”

Robbie’s mouth parted, and he sucked on that thumb until Priest pulled it free with a grin that bordered on savage.

“I’m going to take your clothes off now so Julien and I can look at you.” Robbie nodded, mute for probably the first time in his life. “But before I do.” Priest took Robbie’s mouth in a hard, fierce kiss that had him gripping Priest’s shirt as he wound an arm around Robbie’s waist and hauled him close, making him moan.

Robbie thrust his hips forward, grinding his erection against Priest, trying to relieve some of the ache, some of the frustration he was feeling, but it was no use. Priest wasn’t going to grant him relief until he was good and ready.

“Very nice,” Priest said once he’d raised his head, and then he ran his fingers down the middle seam of Robbie’s pants, tormenting the crack of his ass. “But let’s get you naked and full so you have a good reason to squirm around like this. Turn around and face Julien. He wants to look at you.”

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