Robbie's thoughts were on Harry and his sex tape. Harry's performance haunted him. The way he moved, the sounds he made. The way he kissed and touched that guy, turning him into a moaning squirming mess. Would it be like that for Robbie? Just imagining it made him harder than he'd ever been.

Robbie was finishing up with work when his grandfather walked into his office. Oh great, Robbie thought, just what he needed.

Grandfather sat at the other side and immediately started picking up papers from Robbie's desk. "How are things, Robert?"

"Good, perfect."

Grandfather looked him in the eye. For a minute Robbie suspected that the old man knew what he was up to. Instead the old man kept it about work.

"What about your project? Have you been working on it?"

Robbie sighed. "Yes."

"Don't forget. . ."

"I know, I know. Our precious family name depends on it." Robbie said in a bitter tone. "I get it."

"Good."

After the old man left Robbie sat there for a while. He had so much work on his desk for that damn project. He should be doing it right now. Emma wanted him to take her to some outing later on, he couldn't remember what it was.

Fuck all of that. Robbie left the office. He knew where he wanted to be.

The Boys Room was already jumping. The lot was packed. Robbie was glad he took an Uber otherwise he would have to park a block away. Plus this time he didn't want to just sit outside. He was going in.

The dance floor was full of moving squirming bodies, all male. With an occasional female thrown in. Robbie stood there and soaked it in. For the first time since ever, he felt like he belonged.

He felt someone touch his arm. It was Harry. Robbie could feel his heart jump as he looked into Harry's green eyes.

Harry leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "Where do you want to go?"

Just feeling Harry's warm breath against his ear gave Robbie tingles. What will the rest be like? "I can't wait." He admitted. He had never wanted anybody this much before, how was this possible?

Harry took his hand and led him through the crowd. They went upstairs to his office. Zayn was hovering nearby. Harry gave a jerk of his head. "Alone time." was all he had to tell him. Zayn left, closing the door behind him. Robbie wondered if Harry had a lot of "alone time" in this office and felt somewhat jealous. Why wouldn't he? He was grown. Who knows what went on in here.

Robbie looked around the room. The lighting was dim. He noticed the red couch in the corner, where the action will probably take place. He tried to keep it cool but he was nervous and excited. Was he ready for this?

He turned around and found Harry standing right there, looking so wicked and forbidden. Robbie moved into Harry's arms, feeling his hard muscles. Harry rubbed his back before leaning over and pressing his lips lightly against Robbie's. Lightly at first, then gradually with more intensity. Their tongues slid out to meet each other.

Soon Robbie felt Harry leading him backwards to the couch. They sat down and continued kissing and holding each other. Robbie was surprised at how easy this was, how natural. His nervousness was gone. He leaned back with his eyes closed and allowed Harry to take the lead. He felt Harry's soft lips move against the sensitive side of his neck, causing him to moan.

Harry was surprised at how responsive Robbie was. Like a thirsty man who's been at the desert. Everywhere Harry touched left goosebumps and shivers on Robbie's skin.

He opened Robbie's shirt and placed kisses along his chest. So smooth and hairless, and not a single tattoo. Robbie was now squirming, his fingers tangling in Harry's long hair.

Then Harry stopped at Robbie's beltline. He looked up. "Want some more?"

Robbie could feel himself tensing. "Yes please."

"You sure? Last chance to back out."

"Dammit, stop teasing me." Robbie groaned.

Harry unbuckled Robbie's belt and opened his pants, pulling them down. Robbie felt the cool air hitting his overheated body. He watched Harry run his tongue across his lips before diving in.

The minute, no, the second Robbie felt Harry's mouth on him, he thought he was going to lose it. He grabbed at the fabric of the couch. Harry was running his tongue along the length, flicking it now and then.

Robbie was soon arching and twisting as Harry applied pressure. He couldn't believe how good it felt. Every nerve in his body was was alive with sensation. Everywhere Harry touched him felt sooo good. He watched as Harry's head moved up and down slowly, then fast, then so slow it was killing him.

"Harry," Robbie gasped as he was getting close. "Don't. . . Don't stop. Please."

Harry moved faster. Soon Robbie was exploding. His body bucked uncontrollably as he rode the waves of pleasure that came strong and intense.

If he was surprised before, Harry was now shocked. He knew he was good but damn! Robbie's response was borderline violent with the screaming and the wild jerking. Robbie's thighs tightened around his head and his fingers pulled at his hair.

Still he kept at it until Robbie was finally calm. He wiped his mouth with a Kleenex before moving up to a gasping body. "You okay?"

Robbie was lying there trying to catch his breath. "That was so frikkin good!" He managed to say. "The best. Jesus!"

"Thanks. No one has ever liked it that much before."

Robbie looked at him in disbelief. "Seriously? Something must be wrong with them. That was the best I ever had. Ever." He felt a flash of guilt as he thought about Emma and their love making. "You are so amazing."

"Thank you." It wasn't the first time Harry heard that compliment but it was always nice to hear. Robbie was pulling his pants up when Harry stopped him. "Whoa, you're done already?"

"What?"

"I don't get a turn?"

"Oh right. Duh. So what would you like?" Robbie felt like a waiter taking an order.

Harry was now leaning over him. "How about the main course?"

"What do you mean?"

Harry smirked. "You know." His hand brushed against Robbie's backside.

Immediately Robbie panicked. "Wait, wait."

"What?"

Robbie tried to get his thoughts together. "Look, I'll do anything you like. I just can't do. . .That. Know what I mean?"

Harry understood. It would be Robbie's first time. "Not ready?"

"Not even close."

Robbie felt bad when he saw the disappointed look on Harry's face, especially after Harry gave him the most awesome orgasm of his entire life. "How about I take care of you?" He suggested. "I'm sure I can make you feel great."

"Sure." Harry leaned back on the couch, wishing he had picked someone with more experience. He watched as Robbie eagerly undid his pants and pulled then down.

"Oh my God!"

Harry sat up. "What?"

"Jesus!"

"What?"

Robbie was holding Harry's member with both hands. " It's so. . .Big."

"Thank you."

"Jesus!" Robbie was panicked. How the hell was this going to fit in his mouth, let alone the other way? Oh this was so not going to work.

Harry sat up. "So what's happening? You don't want to?"

Robbie moved up and kissed Harry. He tried to mimic the same moves Harry did on him. He undid his shirt and caressed his chest, kissing the tattoos of the birds before moving down to the butterfly. He tried to take his time. Stalling really. He didn't know how to handle Harry's tool. It looked bigger in person.

Robbie moved down. He was determined to give Harry the same pleasure that Harry gave him, even if it choked him to death or put him in a hospital. He could do this.

Suddenly there was a loud beeping sound. The men sat up.

"What's that?"

"Dammit! It's the emergency phone." Harry pulled up his pants and went over to his desk to answer it. "Yeah?"

Robbie watched as Harry listened. He muttered a curse before hanging up.

"Some idiots are fighting in the club." Harry said as he fixed his clothes. "I gotta go take care of it." He ran out of the office.

Robbie looked out of the large window that overlooked the dance floor. He could see what looked like a crowd scuffling. He pulled up his pants and wondered if he should wait. No. It was late and Emma would be worried.

Robbie rushed out of the club. He took an Uber home. Who knew how long it would take for Harry to deal with that mess? Emma would worry.

He hoped Harry wouldn't be mad that he split. They could always pick up where they left off.