Robbie woke up with a smile, feeling like he had the best rest ever. As he stretched his body he marveled at how loose and tension free it was. He recalled the events of last night and grinned wider. It was wonderful! Amazing! The. Best. Sex. Ever!

Still smiling, Robbie stared at the ceiling, thinking about everything that happened. At first he was so freaked out at the idea of going all the way with Harry. But as long as it was Harry, he was willing. What better way to show Harry that he was all in than letting Harry go all in? Robbie giggled at the pun.

He turned and watched Harry sleeping next to him. Robbie appreciated how gentle Harry was, that he took his time with him. So considerate. It did hurt in the beginning but after a while it just got better and better. Robbie couldn't believe how good it was, beyond pleasurable. He loved having Harry inside him, filling him to core. He wanted Harry, all of him.

As he continued to watch Harry lying next to him, Robbie scooted closer. He ran a finger along Harry's full lips, then lightly along the jawline. His fingers moved along his throat and down to his chest. This was truly a work of art, he thought. Harry was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Robbie replaced his fingers with his lips, lightly pressing them against Harry's. Harry slept on. Robbie moved to the side of Harry's neck, inhaling his scent. He would be the happiest man alive if he stayed right here, forever. He moved along the collarbone, then below it to the black sparrow tattoos. He ran his tongue along each of the birds, followed by a light kiss.

Robbie continued kissing and touching along his chest, pausing on each tattoo. He wasn't sure if Harry was still asleep and at this point he didn't care. He just wanted to worship and explore his body. He couldn't get enough of it.

Then he moved past the valley and down to the crotch area. He took Harry's privates in both hands and stroked it. Immediately it grew hard. Harry was still sleeping. Robbie thought of the perfect way to wish him a good morning. He bent over and took him in his mouth.

True this wasn't the first time he had tried this with Harry. This time was different. He wanted to give Harry the same pleasure that Harry had been giving him. He wanted Harry to turn into the same moaning screaming mess that he was last night.

Robbie slowly eased it in and out, remembering the movements that Harry had done, mimicking the same way. He did his best not to gag, which wasn't easy considering how big Harry was. Soon he heard some moaning followed by squirming. He raised his eyes and found Harry watching him. Without breaking the rhythm Robbie kept on moving, applying pressure. He felt Harry's hand on the back of his head, fingers running through his hair. Robbie snuck peeks at Harry, enjoying how his face twisted in pleasure, the way he bit his lip.

"Oh damn, Jesus." Harry groaned, grabbing onto the headboard. "Shit, Robbie."

Robbie continued his slow steady movements until he felt Harry jerk up, yelling and cursing, then fall back with a yell. Determined to see this through Robbie held onto him until he was finally still. Wiping his mouth, he moved up and lay his head on Harry's chest. "So, how'd you like that?"

"Man," Harry was still breathing hard. Robbie could feel his heart racing against his ear. "You've been holding out on me. Where the hell did you learn that?"

"From you."

"I must have taught you well. That was the best." Harry wrapped his arms around Robbie, patting his back. "You're amazing. Are you sure you're a newbie?"

"I've been hanging around you too long." Robbie enjoyed the feel of Harry, the way he looked, even the way he tasted. He didn't want to be anywhere else. Lying in his arms felt so right, so natural.

Robbie sat up and kissed him. They continued embracing while he leaned over Harry and straddled his lap. Harry held onto Robbie's waist and carefully positioned him. Robbie wasn't surprised that Harry recovered quickly. Harry could go for hours.

God, Robbie thought as he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling as Harry entered him. Harry was so huge, it felt so amazing!

This time Robbie wasn't afraid. He was more than ready, looking down at Harry while slowly moving his hips, riding him. Robbie watched as Harry lay back, his long hair spread out on the pillows. He slid his fingers in Harry's mouth and Harry sucked on them eagerly. Robbie pulled Harry up and held him close. They were soon rocking together, riding the waves.

They didn't notice that the bed was bumping the wall, or the brief knock. All they cared about was the incredible sensations they were giving each other. They wouldn't have heard it anyway above all the yelling they were doing when they reached their peak.

"God, Harry!" Robbie screamed. "I love you, I love you!"

Later, the men lay in a sweaty exhausted gasping heap of tangled sheets and limbs. Robbie stared up at the ceiling, wondering about these strange new feelings. That was better than the last one. "I swear, it just keeps getting better and better with you. ".

Harry propped himself up on one elbow and looked at him. "Question."

"I liked it too."

Harry laughed. "Good to know but that wasn't the question. Did you mean what you said?"

"What I said? What do you mean?"

"You told me you love me." Harry said. "Did you mean it or was it because the sex was that good?

Robbie was surprised that Harry noticed. He did say it right when he climaxed, but did he mean it? And if so, should he tell Harry?

Harry took his finger and traced it along Robbie's cheek and lips. Robbie pressed his lips on it and drew it in.

"Well? No answer?" Harry asked. He moved his hand along Robbie's chest, across his stomach, then below.

"Wait," Robbie realized what Harry was about to do. Oh no, already he could feel himself tensing up for another round.
"You have nothing to say?" Harry teased as his hand moved against him. Robbie was soon groaning and squirming. Harry definitely had the magic touch. He could feel himself getting close to another paradise.

Then Harry stopped.

"Why did you do that?" Robbie begged. Harry was about to send him over the edge. It was killing him.

"You didn't answer my question," Harry said. "If you did. . ."

"Okay," Robbie blurted out. "I admit it, I love you, Harry Styles, I do."

Harry looked surprised. "Do you really mean that?"

"Yes, I mean it." Robbie did. It was no use fighting it. He put his hand on Harry's cheek, looked into Harry's eyes. "I really love you."

Harry stared down at him, all teasing gone. Robbie reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. They kissed for a while before Harry moved his head lower. Robbie closed his eyes and let him do what he wanted.

Much later while Harry was sleeping Robbie was sitting by the window watching the night lights and the people out. He had a lot to think about.

He had cheated on Emma.

He confessed to Harry that he loved him.

Most importantly, Robbie realized that he was going to have to admit to himself a fact that he did his best to hide, from everyone and from himself.

Robbie was attracted to other men.