Robbie quietly slipped into his bedroom.  Emma was already asleep.  Great! He didn't want to have to explain to her why he was coming home so late.

After a quick shower Robbie slid under the covers, turning his back on his sleeping fiancee.  He wanted to think about what had happened that night, Harry giving him the best sex he ever had.  He had to admit, he had never come that hard.  So intense! He let his hand slide along his body while thinking about Harry's sensual touch.  He had mad skills.  Robbie wondered if he could do the same to him.  The guy in the sex tape seemed to know what he was doing. 

Then Robbie had a sudden obvious thought.  He had cheated on Emma.  His own fiancee, his future wife and mother to his children.  The future Mrs. Kay.  He felt guilty about that.  But when you think about it, was it really cheating? All he did was get his cock sucked by another man.  Did that count?

He fell asleep, dreaming about Harry.

Harry hadn't heard from Robbie since that night.  He had to leave Robbie in his office while he handled a scuffle in the club.  Once that was situated he went back to his office to find Robbie gone.   Not even a note.

Harry was a little stunned.  He really shouldn't be surprised.  That's usually what his closet cases did.  Once they had their forbidden fun they ran back to their women.

Still Harry couldn't help feeling a little used.  It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world.  When the hell was he going to learn? He wondered if he should call.  For all he knew Robbie was blowing him off, and not in the good way.

Robbie tried to focus on his work but it was impossible with Harry on his mind.  To ease his nagging guilt Robbie had sent Emma a bouquet of her favorite flowers.  He then thought about how he had left Harry like that.  Was he mad?

He sent Harry a text: Hi😊

Robbie waited.  He got nothing. 

He sent another: How you doing? 🤗

Still nothing.

Well that answered his question.  Robbie stared at his phone for a minute, then returned to his work.  Screw work! He picked up the phone.

Harry was doing the receipts in his office.  He was shocked as hell at first when he got a text from Robbie. Shocked and happy.  Then the real world kicked in.  Son of a bitch must be horny and Emma wasn't around.  Obviously.  He ignored the text.  Robbie texted again.  Again Harry ignored it.  He debated over turning his phone off
when it rang. 

"What do you want?" Harry said.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Robbie demanded.

"I don't know.  Why don't you tell me why you left last without so much as a see ya?"

Robbie thought about that.  "You were busy, I didn't know how long you were going to be."

"You couldn't wait?"

"I didn't want to worry Emma."

"You weren't thinking about Emma when I was sucking your--"

"Okay okay," Robbie squirmed, trying not to get excited at the memory.  "Point taken."

Harry paused.  "So why are you calling, Robbie?"

Robbie tried to get his head together.  "I was just. . .checking in, just to say what's up."

Felton stuck his head in the door.  "Hey, how's the project going?"

"Bull," Harry was saying.  "You just want to get your dick sucked again, don't you?"

"Uhh, yes, those figures look good," Robbie said into the phone.  He covered the phone and turned to Felton.  "What?"

"How is the project going?" Felton repeated.

"Hold on," Robbie went back on the phone.  "That is not accurate."

"What isn't, me sucking your. . ."

"That is correct." Robbie said, aware that Felton was hovering.  Nosy ass.

"What, are your snooty ass co-workers listening?" Harry was now totally pissed at Robbie.  He should go up there and tell them "Hey guess what he did last night? He got off with another guy."

Robbie noticed that Felton wasn't moving.  "What?"

Felton was still leaning on the door.  "I was just asking about the project."

"I'm on the damn phone, Felton."

"I can see that." Felton said. 

"What does that tell you?" Robbie rolled his eyes. "I'm guessing that means I can't talk to you now.  What do you think that means?"

Felton still didn't move.  "Sounds like an intense phone call there."

"Yeah, so bye." Robbie returned to the phone to find that Harry hung up.  Shit! He dialed his number and waited for it to ring.  After a while it went straight to voicemail. 

"It's Harry, leave a message.  If this is Robbie, fuck off."

What the hell? No he didn't. Robbie grabbed his jacket and left the office.  He was going to explain things to him if it killed him. 

Robbie checked with the club and the guy who picked up said that Harry wouldn't be coming in that night.  Perfect, so he was at home.  Robbie drove straight to his place.

After changing his voicemail Harry sat back and waited for Robbie to show.  He knew this game well.  Common sense told him to not answer the door or to not be around when Robbie came.  But Harry was in short supply on that.

Like he predicted someone was pounding on the door.  Harry took his time answering it.  Robbie stormed in and walked straight to him, looking him dead in the eye.  Harry stared back.  Neither spoke for a while.

Then Robbie said the first thing that came in his head.  "Take off your clothes."

Harry wanted to laugh but Robbie looked serious, more confident and that was kind of hot.  He pulled his shirt over his head and slid out of his pants.  He stood before Robbie with his hands on his hips.  "Okay, now what?"

Robbie pointed to the bedroom.  "Go lie down."

Harry obeyed, curious to see what Robbie had in mind.  He lay down in the middle of his bed and watched as Robbie removed his clothes.  He joined Harry on the bed and straddled him.

Robbie traced Harry's tattoos, running his fingers along the dark ink.  He wanted to take his time to study every outline of his skin.  His fingers ran along the two birds, then down to the butterfly.

To Harry's surprise he found Robbie's touch somewhat enjoyable.  His fingers were brushing along some of his pleasurable spots.  He tried not to squirm when Robbie moved along his nipples.

Robbie's fingers moved down to his belly, pausing at the waistline.  Then he leaned down and began placing kisses in the areas where he touched.  He brushed his lips along the tattoos, flicking his tongue now and then.  He peeked up to see how Harry responded and was pleased to see him biting his bottom lip.

Harry was really getting into it.  Robbie may not have the experience but he definitely made up for it with his enthusiasm.  He was hoping Robbie wouldn't back out now, he really needed to go all the way.

Robbie moved his head down.  This time he wasn't going to chicken out.  He had an idea.  He began moving their swollen crotches together, lightly at first.

Now Harry was shocked.  Where did he learn that? That wasn't in the sex tape.  And it felt amazing.  He was responding by moving back.

Robbie lay over Harry and continued moving around.  Harry felt so good against him.       
His hand held them in place.  He watched Harry's reaction the whole time.

"You like that?" He asked Harry.

Harry could only moan.  Good sign.

Soon Robbie was moving faster.  He couldn't believe how great this felt, just like the last time.  The only thing on his mind was Harry.  He wanted Harry to have the best sex of his entire life, even if it wasn't quite the real thing.

"Oh fuck!" Harry groaned, holding Robbie tightly.  What was this guy doing to him? He was bucking hard against him while Robbie was riding back.  The bed was practically bumping against the wall.

"Oh God!" Robbie screamed as he shook.

It was a while before the men were able to talk.

"Okay," Harry said.  "That was wild. Where did you learn that trick? "

Robbie propped himself up on his elbow and watched Harry's long messy hair scattered across his pillow.  "Internet. "

"Huh." Harry sat up.  "And they say don't believe anything on there."

Robbie smiled.  "You like it?"

"You learn fast, I'll give you that."

"Thank you."

They lay there for a while, catching their breath and wondering the same thing.

What happens now?