Robbie finally left Harry's place around three in the morning. He felt like he was made of rubber, he was that loose. He and Harry went several more rounds before Robbie realized that it was very late and Emma would wonder where he was. Now he was going to have to come up with a plausible lie and quick.

Emma hadn't noticed anything wrong until after midnight. Usually Robbie worked pretty late but he was never later than midnight and he always called.

She checked the time. Two thirty!? A.M.!? And no call? Something had to be wrong. What happened to him? Robbie what the fuck!?

Emma sat up in bed and grabbed her phone to call her man. Just then she got a call. It was him, thank God!

"Hey, babe," Robbie said.

"Oh my God, baby! Where have you been? I was so worried."

"I know, babe. I am so sorry! My car broke down earlier."

"What? Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up."

"I know, baby, but I was miles away from nowhere and, uh, my phone was dead. Luckily somebody stopped and helped me out. I'm on my way home now."

"Thank God!" Emma said.  "Come home soon."

"I will."

"Love you."

"You too, babe."

Emma hung up and waited for her fiance. She wondered what was going on. There was something different about his voice. She couldn't put her finger on it.

Robbie hung up, feeling guilty that she bought it.

When he got home Emma gave him a big hug. "Baby, you had me worried."

Robbie hugged back. "I'm sorry, but stuff happens. I'm lucky someone came along. I would still be out there stranded. What a nightmare."

Emma pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Where did you say this was?"

"What?"

"Where you got stranded? What town?"

"Oh, that." Robbie was stuck. He looked down. "I didn't catch the name of it. Some small town in the middle of nowhere."

"But what made you go to some far out town?" Emma persisted. "It seems out of the way from the office."

Damn! These questions. "I had a meeting." Robbie rushed to his walk in closet to change his clothes, hoping the interrogation was over. No such luck. Emma was on his heels.

"A meeting? With who?"

"Hey!" Robbie took Emma in his arms and gave her a kiss. "I missed you. How was your day?"

Emma shrugged. "It was okay. I missed you too."

"Good." Robbie jumped in the shower. God what a day! What a night! He wanted to think about what happened with him and Harry. When he got out Emma was waiting for him with a towel. She was a persistent one.

"So who were you meeting with so late?" Emma asked. "Why the secrecy?"

"It's nobody you know," Robbie put on some pajamas. "Hey we need to get our sleep. It's really late and we need to be up early, it's going to be a long day for us tomorrow." He dove under the covers and closed his eyes, once again hoping that his inguisitive fiancee would let the matter drop.

Emma watched him for a moment before climbing into her side of the bed and turning off the lights. She glanced at him again before turning on her side.

Robbie lay awake thinking about Harry and the things he did to him. He slid his finger in his mouth, imagining that it was Harry's hard member slipping through his lips, full and throbbing. He loved watching Harry while he was blowing him, how Harry threw back his head in pleasure as Robbie moved his mouth up and down. He was a little freaked out when Harry wanted to go all the way, but Harry was a good sport letting him take the lead. That was amazing! Harry seemed to enjoy it also considering he was in the bottom. Not that that was a bad thing. Robbie tried to imagine Harry hovering over him, entering him. . .

No! Already Robbie was getting hard at the thought. That was the effect Harry had on him, every time. Harry could get him hot like no one else could. Better not to think about that with his woman in the bed next to him.

Emma turned around and stared at her guy as he lay with his back to her. There was something different about him. She watched as he slid his finger in his mouth and moved it back and forth. This time she stayed quiet. She observed as he smiled while in deep thought. What was he thinking about? More importantly, who?

He was up to something. Emma was going to find out what.

Robbie was practically floating as he got into work. He had a most relaxing sleep and woke up refreshed. He felt great in fact and ready to take on the day. He went into the conference room where Tom and Grandfather were about to start their meeting.

"Good morning, everyone." Robbie could practically hear himself singing the words. What was wrong with him?

"You're in a good mood," Felton said, observing him closely. "Good night?"

Robbie thought about how Harry clung to him as he bucked his hips against his own. How he rode him. And that mind blowing climax! "It was good." He couldn't help smiling as he remembered Harry's hands and lips exploring his body, everywhere.

"Lucky Emma." Tom said with a tone that sounded a little like jealousy.

Emma. Crap! Robbie could feel the guilt pouring in. His eyes dropped when he thought how she waited up for him while he was sinning in another bed.

"So," Felton said. "How's the wedding plans coming along?"

Robbie kept his eyes down as he went through his paperwork. "They're getting there."

"Marriage is a big responsibility," Grandfather said. "I hope you're able to make a success out of it. Emma is a fine woman from one of the best families."

"I know, Grandfather."

"I hope you can appreciate that."

More guilt. "Why don't we get on with our meeting?" Robbie was eager to get the attention off of him. Tom and his grandfather were studying him as if they already knew what was going on.

Harry was still at home, lying in his bed. He was thinking about the night before and how good it was. He tried his best to remember the last time he had sex that amazing. Had he ever had it that good? And with an amateur? He couldn't believe how Robbie had pleased and satisfied him. The best!

Harry looked at the time. He was supposed to go to work earlier to do the payroll and check on inventory. He should be getting out of here now if he wanted to get that work done. Instead he was lying nude in his sheets, thinking about Robbie.

Specifically the one thing that bothered him about Robbie was his attitude. Why was Robbie constantly denying the fact that he was gay, he wondered again. It was so obvious. His hanging out at the gay club, the making out, the fact that he kept coming back for more and more. Just like all the other closet cases he knew. They wanted to have their pretty wives to show the world they were straight, yet once you got them behind closed doors they came out with a vengeance. 

Harry's phone buzzed. Thinking it was work, he picked it up. "Hey."

There was a giggle. "Hi." It was Robbie's voice.  He was speaking in a low tone, as if he didn't want anyone to listen.  "It's me.  Just calling to say hi." Another giggle.  "I was thinking about you.  Last night was wonderful." Giggle giggle.

Harry was a little flattered.  "I was thinking about you too.  And it was the best." he admitted.  "Are you at work?"

"Yeah, I can't talk right now, I'm in a meeting." Robbie hissed.  "Do you want to get together later on? I know this bar out of town."

Out of town, Harry thought.  Of course, somewhere secluded where no one from his world would see them together.  "I have to work tonight."

"Can I stop by?" Robbie asked.  "I really want to see you."

Harry relented.  "I'll be kinda busy but if you want to stop by feel free."

"Really? Do you want to grab dinner later?"

"I'll be working til early morning."

"You have to eat something.  I'll bring you some dinner, what do you like? Italian? Chinese?"

"Chinese is good."

"Great.  I'll see you later." Robbie gushed before hanging up.

Tom watched Robbie closely as he talked on his phone.  He was giggling and whispering.  On a hunch Tom got out his own phone and called Emma's number.
"Hey, it's me."

"Hi, Tom," Emma said.  "What's going on?"

"I was just curious about something," Tom said in a low voice. "As we speak, your fiance is on the phone whispering and giggling away.  Like you would do with a lover.  I wanted to see if that was you he was talking to."

"Clearly not," Emma said.  "Do you know who? Can you find out?"

"Hard to tell.  His voice is very low but I can make out the words Last night and Wonderful."

Emma felt her heart stop.  "He had car trouble last night.  He was stranded in the middle of nowhere."

"Apparently he found that pleasing because he's giggling like an idiot here."

Emma's lips were pressed together.  No wonder he wouldn't look her in the eye.  "Thank you for telling me.  Can I ask for a favor?"

"Anything."

"Are you free later?"

"Of course."

"Good," Emma said.  "I'm going to need your help."

"Not a problem." Tom said.  "I'm here for you."

Emma hung up, wondering what Robbie was up to.

As Harry got ready for work he thought about Robbie and the other closet cases he went out with.  They all had one thing in common, he realized.

No matter how much fun they had, they always went back to their wives.  Why would this be any different?