Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy -- Chapter Six


Robin jumped out of his skin, his hands moving to cover his crotch. It garnered him a chuckle from the man sitting in Robin's favorite chair. Tall and dark, it was Lazlo, the strange brownish gold eyes almost glowing as they picked up the lights from the neon signs halfway down the street outside.

"Come here, Robin. It looks like you need me."

Glancing down at himself and letting his hands fall away, Robin chuckled. The hard-on he'd been sporting all the way home was more enthusiastic than ever with Lazlo there. The man spread his arms wide and Robin went right over to stand between Lazlo's open legs.

Teeth flashing white as he grinned, Lazlo immediately began to work Robin's cock with knowing fingers. The man moved to the edge of the chair as Robin moaned loudly, and opened wide, swallowing Robin right down. There was no lead up, no teasing, just that hotter than hell mouth wrapping tightly around his need, Lazlo's quick and clever tongue sliding on his hard flesh.

"Oh, fuck!" Robin wrapped his hands around Lazlo's head, the short hair tickling against his palms.

Sharp, little teeth threatened his skin, but didn't break it, making him jerk, his balls pulling up tight. Lazlo brought things out in him that he hadn't even known he wanted, or needed. The threat of pain, the sharp, quick bite of it never failed to get him going. And Lazlo always seemed to know not to push it too far; had the insight to bring Robin just to the brink of too much ouch to be pleasurable, but never push him over into too much.

A low rumble vibrated up from Lazlo's chest, the man's hot mouth and amazing tongue transferring the vibrations to Robin's prick. It went straight to his balls, which were now in Lazlo's hand, the man squeezing them just enough to make Robin's eyes roll back in his head as he shot, coming so hard he nearly passed out.

His knees buckled and he fell, prick dragging out of Lazlo's mouth, the hot hand around his balls letting go just before the stretch became too much. He was still panting as Lazlo's mouth closed over his, the kiss hard, stealing what was left of his breath until he was overwhelmed by the taste of Lazlo's mouth and his own flavor in it.

The kiss ended and he drew in one gasping breath after another, Lazlo laughing softly as a gentle touch cupped his jaw, tilted his face up. "Look at you." He just blinked up at Lazlo, still reeling from his orgasm, from Lazlo's all-encompassing kiss. "You should always be on your knees in front of me. It makes me hard. Makes me want you, sweet Robin."

The words drew his eyes to Lazlo's package, hard flesh straining at the man's fancy slacks. He reached for it, but Lazlo chuckled and took his hands, holding them away from the strong, muscled body.

"I can wait until we're in bed, Robin."

"Oh. Okay." He tugged his hands out of Lazlo's and stood, his cock already filling again in anticipation. He tucked it away, trying not to look like he was quite as eager as he was for round two, but he'd been hot to start with and Lazlo just did it for him with those smouldering eyes and that perfect body. "You want a drink or something?"

Laughing loudly now, Lazlo stood. "No. I want to go to bed -- I can wait, but not that long."

"Oh, thank God." Robin grabbed Lazlo's hand and tugged him over to the bed in the corner of the room.

"I don't think God has anything to do with this, do you?" Lazlo pushed him onto the bed and bent over him, tugging his shirt over his head, and then undoing his jeans again, pulling them down off his hips.

Robin didn't answer, he was too busy helping Lazlo get him naked and working to make sure the man's clothes fell away as quickly as his own had. He moved back on the bed until he was lying on it properly, Lazlo following him, straddling him as they reached for the condoms and lube together.

Laughing, Robin relaxed, let Lazlo take care of things -- take care of him.

The thick fingers spread him open, one and then another and a third working slowly into him, Lazlo's eyes holding his the whole time. He couldn't escape the intense look, and it sent shivers down his spine that met up with the sharp pleasure of Lazlo's fingers stretching him.

Hips moving, Robin moaned and reached up to hold onto Lazlo's shoulders, riding the thick fingers easily. "Need more, Laz. Need you." No one ever got him worked up like Lazlo could, like Lazlo did. God, the man was hot.

"I've got what you need."

He knew. Letting one hand drop down over Lazlo's hard chest and ribbed abs, Robin wrapped it around the hot, hard length already covered in the condom. "Come on then," he begged. "Do me. Now. Please. Come on."

Chuckling, Lazlo tugged his fingers away and pushed into him. Just like with the blow-job there was no teasing, no slow entrance, just a hard thrust that filled him up all the way.

"Lazlo!" He cried out, hands wrapping around Lazlo's shoulders again and he just held on as Lazlo set up a quick, hard rhythm, his prick caught between their bodies and rubbing with every thrust.

Those strange eyes kept holding his as Lazlo moved, sending him higher and higher. Every drag of Lazlo's cock felt better than the last, and his hips moved to meet the thrusts, to keep Lazlo inside him. Everything disappeared, the dim light from the street, the way the mattress gave against his back, everything but Lazlo's heat filling him and the intensity of the man's gaze.

He never wanted it to end, but it did -- it always did. One of Lazlo's hands wrapped around his prick, tugging roughly, squeezing the tip. The cock inside him hit his gland just as Lazlo's thumbnail flicked across the head of his prick and caught for one brief, sharp moment on his slit.

Robin screamed as he came.

He held onto Lazlo as the man kept pumping, drawing shivers and shudders out of him. Just as it became too much, Lazlo froze, eyes closing, mouth opening soundlessly as the man came. Robin could feel each pulse as Lazlo filled the condom.

Then it was over and Lazlo was sliding away, getting rid of the condom and pulling him into the strong arms. He went easily, rubbing his cheek against the smooth chest as their legs tangled together. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to normal, his body growing heavy in his lover's arms.

"Anything interesting happen at work today?" Lazlo's voice was casual, easy, but Robin still tensed, the easy lassitude fading. Somehow Lazlo always knew, and he always asked about it.

"There was a fantasy slots winner."

"Yes?"

He knew what Lazlo wanted. Details. Everything he knew. "A pocket sized cowboy with a great ass."

"And what did he win?"

Robin shrugged. "He left with a young guy with great muscles. A regular." Sam was a bit of a top, nothing heavy, but he was into toys and Robin figured he was going to blow that cowboy's mind. Among other things.

"And what about the owners?"

He shrugged again. "What about them?" This was the part he hated -- he didn't much mind telling Lazlo about the fantasy winners, but the bosses… it felt wrong somehow, telling tales about them. And Lazlo always wanted to know.

"How did they react?"

"Oh, they were really pleased to have a winner -- it had been awhile since the fantasy slots hit."

"What else?"

"They left together pretty soon after the fantasy winner did."

"Hmmm. Together. As usual."

"Yep." He was ready for the post-coital nap now.

"Joined at the hip you might say." Lazlo's voice seemed to echo in the broad chest beneath his ear.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."

Lazlo made a noise, but didn't say anything else. Robin closed his eyes and made his breathing slow, made himself relax like he was going to sleep, the vision of Michael riding Seth's cock and that something else being there tickling the corner of his eye in his head.