They could barely keep their hands off of each other in the car.  Harry did his best to keep his cool but it wasn't easy with Robbie next to him, fondling and kissing him.  It was all he could do to keep from skidding off the road.

"Stop," Harry removed Robbie's hand from his thigh.  "Save it for home."

"I can't wait." Robbie really couldn't.  He was so turned on it was almost painful.  He needed Harry so bad.  Thankfully Harry didn't live that far.

As soon as they closed the door of Harry's apartment Robbie pushed Harry against the nearest wall and tried to finish what he started.  He placed kisses all over Harry's face, cheeks and lips before moving down to his neck.  Harry could feel the enthusiasm right through Robbie's pants.

"Whoa, slow down," Harry whispered while gently moving Robbie away.  "I know you want this, but let's take our time."

Robbie looked disappointed.  "Are you serious? I'm ready to explode."

"I know you are, believe me I know," Harry said.  Robbie wasn't exaggerating, his hardness could be felt through a brick wall.  "But why rush through it without enjoying ourselves."

Robbie was squirming.  "What?"

"Come here," Harry took Robbie's hand and led him into his bedroom.  "Why don't you start by undressing me?"

Robbie didn't need to be told twice.  He grabbed at Harry's shirt.

"Slowly."

Robbie slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pausing to kiss and fondle his chest.  He admired Harry's muscular shape, explored every curve before removing the shirt and tossing it aside.  Then he got on his knees and slowly unbuckled his pants.  Robbie could feel his heart pounding as he unzipped the jeans and peeled them down, freeing Harry's member.

Harry was now regretting telling him to go slow.  He was just as turned on as Robbie.  He wanted to throw Robbie on the bed and plow him already.  Instead he stood and watched to see what Robbie was going to do.

Robbie pulled Harry's pants off leaving him naked.  "On the bed." He ordered.

Harry did what he was told, wondering what he had in mind.  Robbie was an amateur so he couldn't expect much.

Robbie removed his own clothes quickly and joined him on the bed.  He didn't have a game plan so he just decided to go with his instincts, let his feelings take the lead.  He moved back up to Harry's face and gave him a couple of light kisses before going deep.  Harry responded, their tongues sliding against each other's.

Robbie moved down to his chest.  He placed kisses along his tattoos, occasionally flicking his tongue along them.  This time he didn't rush.  He was going to make Harry beg.  He moved his head along the butterfly tattoo, tracing it with his tongue, flicking it. Then he moved downward, his fingers tracing the olive branch tattoos, determined not to chicken out like the last time.

Harry watched Robbie's head moving below the waistline.  He was curious to see how long it would take until Robbie ran screaming for his fiancee.

To his surprise Robbie slid his lips along his member, licking along the shaft before drawing him in.  Robbie slowly moved his mouth back up, then down again.  As he applied pressure Harry leaned back.  Robbie was a fast learner.  He was moving like a pro, better than his exes.  Harry was soon twisting, feeling the sensations.

Robbie found that this wasn't so bad.  In fact he enjoyed doing this for Harry.  Giving him pleasure, seeing him writhe and twist, at his mercy. 

Then Robbie stopped.  "I'll get back to that later," he said with a wink and a smile.  "Don't want it to be over yet." He moved back up and kissed him.  They held each other while they let their tongues wrestle with each other.  Harry decided to dominate and he rolled Robbie onto his back.

"Whoa!" Robbie froze.  "What's happening here?"

"What do you think?" Harry leaned over him, balanced on his hands.

Robbie looked around.  "Are you. . .what. . .that!?"

Harry wanted to laugh at Robbie's horrified face. "What did you think was going to happen?"

Crap, Robbie thought.  "I knew, I just wasn't. . ."

"You're not ready." Harry finished his sentence before rolling to his side with a sigh.  "You are getting to be a real tease."

Robbie lay there at a loss.  God, what was he thinking? He didn't even have a plan for that.  Idiot! Of course Harry wanted that. He wasn't sure what to do now.  He didn't want to know what Harry was thinking about him. "I could still take care of you."

Harry turned Robbie to face him.  "It's okay if you're not ready to go all the way." He said.

"But I wanted to please you too," Robbie said.  "I know I don't have any experience in this, I just wanted to take care of you."

Harry pulled Robbie closer and kissed him.  He rolled back with Robbie on top, still kissing.  Robbie soon regained his confidence and kissed him harder.  Then he pulled back.

"So what's the endgame?" Robbie asked.  "I thought we weren't going all the way."

"Use your brain," Harry said.  "There are other ways, you know."

Robbie didn't know.  "I don't understand."

"Figure it out.  Look where you're at right now."

Robbie looked around and realized he was on top in the dominant position.  "Oh."

Harry shook his head.  "Wow.  How you are going to take over your grampa's business will have to be a mystery."

Robbie looked down at him.  "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded.  "I'm sure."

Robbie was hesitant for a moment. "Wait, don't I need to use protection or something?"

"Why?" Harry smiled up at him.  "Are you worried you might get me pregnant?"

They laughed at that.  It eases the awkwardness but not their fire.  They resumed kissing and caressing each other.  Robbie pressed his lips along the side of Harry's neck, inhaling his scent.  He couldn't get enough, Harry was like a drug to him.  He felt Harry guiding him in.  Oh man! So good!

Harry was also amazed at how great it felt.  He held Robbie's hips and guided him slowly.  He could sense Robbie's eagerness and didn't want him to move too fast and have it over before it even started. He threw his leg over Robbie's. Robbie was soon moving at a smooth and steady pace.  Once again he couldn't believe he was doing this, it felt so natural.  Soon the headboard was banging against the wall.  They didn't care, they were too wrapped up in the sensations.  How do you like it?" He gasped, looking down at Harry.  "How'm I doing so far?"

Harry was almost there.  "I'll grade you later, shut up and do me."

The sweaty men clung tight to each other, moaning and groaning as the pleasure took over, leaving them gasping and shaking.

Robbie lay his head on Harry's chest, listened to his heartbeat as it rapidly pounded.  He was glad that Harry enjoyed it too.  He eased off of him and lay on his side.  "I'm telling you," he said when he was finally capable of talking.  "Sex with you just keeps getting better and better.  No comparison, just the best! Amazing!"

Harry was also on his side facing him.  "Ask yourself why."

"No, I know what you're ​thinking," Robbie said.  "This is just a new experience for me.  It's just different, that's all."

Harry was familiar with this conversation.  "Why do you keep fighting this, Robbie?"

"Fighting what?" Robbie braced himself for what was coming.  "I'm not gay.  I like you but that doesn't mean I want to sleep with men."

"Funny, you just did."

Robbie rolled his eyes.  "Why do you keep wearing this topic out? Why can't we just go with the flow?"

"Why can't you just face the facts?" Harry insisted.

Robbie suddenly jumped out of bed and pulled on his pants.  Harry sat up.  "Where are you going?"

"I'm going home," Robbie pulled on his shirt.  "I can't be around you if you are going to be a dick."

Harry was sorry he said anything.  He wanted Robbie to stay.  It bothered him that Robbie was in denial.  "Okay, I'll leave it alone, sorry. Do you really have to go?"

Robbie looked at his Harry lying naked among the rumpled sheets, his long hair wild and free.  Damn!

As if reading his mind Harry removed the sheet slowly from his body while he stared at Robbie.  "Sure you have to go?"

Robbie's clothes were off before that sentence was finished.