“Hey,” Rob called.
I turned around with a smile, and before I could say anything, he snapped a picture with his phone and then quickly caught up to me. He draped an arm around my shoulder and pecked my cheek. We were back in the Turks and Caicos Islands, our favorite escape. In January, we’d spent a month here looking at villas for sale. We weren’t in any rush to buy, but it was something we both wanted, so here we were again, wandering the market a little more, but mostly just enjoying being alone together on this stunning island to celebrate our ten-year anniversary.
God, even on the spur of the moment, you still look gorgeous as hell,” he said, grinning as he showed me the picture.
“If you say so,” I chuckled. “Are you sure you want to drive?” I asked as we approached the car.
“I’m sure. But I’m not telling you where we’re going yet,” he replied, opening the driver’s door.
I didn’t press. He’d promised a very special place I’d love, insisted he’d handle everything, and that I shouldn’t plan a thing. All I needed to know was that I was about to have a romantic evening with him, and that was enough.
Once in the car, Rob began typing on his phone.
“What are you doing, GPS?” I asked.
“Nope, can’t wait, this pic’s too good. I have to share it!”
He had that goofy, triumphant smile he always got when he was proud of something, and I realized he was writing a caption. I waited, curious and amused.
“Come on, let me drive!” I pleaded, pretending to be impatient.
“Hang on… almost done… there!” he said after a few seconds, putting the phone down between us.
I smirked, unable to resist. I grabbed my own phone and opened Instagram. The picture was right at the top of my feed, and I had to admit, I did look good.
Then my eyes drifted to the caption:
“Taking my gorgeous man out on a special date tonight! Ten years of happiness, adventures, love, music… and chaos ! and he still blows my mind every single day. Love you more and more, and I can’t wait to call you my husband!”
As I read it quietly to myself, a shiver ran up my spine. I looked up at Rob, a small smile tugging at my lips.
“Aww, babe… come on, aren’t you the sweetest?” I said, leaning in to kiss the well-groomed three-day stubble he had going on. “I love you too,” I whispered, letting my words brush against him like a secret.
He grinned, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer. His hand cupped my face gently, and he pressed a soft kiss to my temple, half tender, half teasing.
“Love you more, baby,” he murmured with that sly smile of his, making me laugh softly against him. Then, with mock reluctance, he slid back into the driver’s seat and started the car, leaving a trail of warmth, and mischief, behind him.
I watched him start the car, and as he glanced at me, his eyes softened, and a loving smile tugged at his lips.
“Maybe you can at least give me a hint about where we’re going?” I asked.
He shook his head, grinning. “Nope.”
“Dinner?” I tried again.
“Sort of…” he said, shrugging lightly, that same wicked gleam in his eye.
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re scaring me.”
“I know I am,” he said, voice teasing.
I studied him carefully, the Instagram caption swirling in my mind. A thought flickered.
“We’re not getting married tonight, are we?”
His eyes lit up, and that broad grin spread across his face. “Would you like to?” he asked, full of mischief.
“Well… I dunno,” I said hesitantly, my heart skipping. “The thought just crossed my mind that… it’s something you might do.”
He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Just the two of us, huh?” He frowned slightly, returning his attention to the road. “No. We’re not getting married tonight. I want everyone to be there for that.”
My brows furrowed, unconvinced. “You’re so lying!” I exclaimed, catching the smirk dancing on his lips.
“We’re not getting married,” he repeated firmly, though the corner of his mouth threatened another grin.
“Okay… we’ll see,” I said, a smile tugging at my own lips.
We laughed together, the car filled with warmth and suspense.
Since there was no point in asking again, I focused on the picture and the comments while he drove us to our destination. As usual, they were all overwhelmingly kind and supportive. I smiled as I read through them, people wishing us a happy anniversary, telling us how much they adored us, calling us a perfect couple, or, as always, begging us to get married and adopt them.
After a while, I looked out the window, debating whether I should leave a comment myself. Then, suddenly, something he had said to me ten years ago flashed through my mind.
I smiled to myself and started typing, unable to stop a soft chuckle.
“What is it?” he asked, glancing over.
“Hold on,” I said.
When he stopped the car, I handed him my phone. He read the comment silently, then broke into a wide grin and laughed.
“Excellent! Post it. I love it!”
“No,” I said, shaking my head.
“Yes, come on, post it. Seriously,” he insisted, still grinning.
“They won’t get it,” I protested.
“Of course they will. They’ll understand it’s some kind of private joke between us. See?” he said happily. “This is exactly why I love you.”
I laughed. “Alright,” I said, giving in, and posted the comment.
“Dude, are you still living in that perfect parallel universe where you’re a rock star and I’m in love with you?”
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“Put this on,” he said, dropping a sleep mask into my lap.
I stared at it, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously? You want me to cover my eyes?”
He just nodded, a grin playing on his lips. I sighed, but excitement bubbled under my hesitation, whatever he had planned, it had to be good.
A few minutes later, we arrived, and he helped me out of the car. We walked longer than I expected, my anticipation growing with every step. Then he stopped and said, “You can take it off now.”
I lifted the sleep mask, and froze. We were standing in front of a large door, and he was unlocking it with a set of keys.
I looked around, my heart racing, and recognition hit me immediately.
“It’s the house…” I whispered, turning to him with a mixture of awe and suspicion.
“It is,” he confirmed, smiling.
We had visited several houses back in January, and this one had been at the top of my list. It was absolutely everything we had dreamed of, every feature, every detail, but the price… well, it was nearly double the others. The villas we had seen were around five million dollars; this one was almost ten.
We had half-heartedly agreed to wait, to explore more options on our next visit and maybe find something just as perfect, but my heart had secretly clung to the hope that this one might still be available, and perhaps we could negotiate. Not that we couldn’t afford it, but we both understood the value of money. We didn’t want to buy a house that cost more than it was worth, even if it was perfect.
“Rob…” I whispered, beginning to understand.
He stepped closer, pressing his chest against my back and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“Welcome to our own little piece of heaven.”
We stepped inside, and I turned to face him, my heart pounding.
“Rob, you bought it?” I asked in disbelief, already beaming, already knowing the answer.
The happiest smile spread across his face.
“I bought it.”
“Noooo!” I exclaimed, laughing.
“Yessss!” he nodded proudly, looking so impossibly handsome.
“Nooo!” I repeated, wide‑eyed, standing in the middle of the vast, modern entrance.
“Oh my God…” I breathed, running my hand over the smooth marble of the round table.
The house was still partly furnished. He let out a delighted little laugh.
“Are they leaving the furniture?” I asked.
“Yeah, some of it. Basically, everything that’s still here stays, unless we decide we don’t want it.”
I passed a hand over my face, overwhelmed.
“I can’t believe you did this…”
He gently pressed his finger to my lips.
“I couldn’t miss that look of pure happiness on your face.”
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Babe, I literally couldn’t stop smiling even if I wanted to.” I laced my fingers behind my head and stared up at the high ceiling, dizzy with joy.
“Are you gonna cry?” he teased, eyes sparkling.
“I’m gonna cry,” I laughed, blinking back happy tears.
“C’mere,” he said softly.
His own eyes were shining as he pulled me into his arms.
“You deserve it. We deserve it. And you wanted it.”
“I did,” I chuckled. “Oh my God, this place is so beautiful. I love it. It’s perfect.”
“It’s not as perfect as you,” he said.
I melted into him, nuzzling against his neck.
“Rob…” I practically purred, then pulled back and kissed him.
“I love you,” he said, in a way that made me feel safer and more complete than I had perhaps ever felt.
“I love you too,” I whispered, hugging him again. “We’re never leaving this place.”
He let out a soft, sweet chuckle.
“Well, we’re gonna have to eventually… but okay, whatever you want, baby,” he agreed.
For the next half hour or so, we toured the villa, rediscovering everything we had loved about it on our first visit. Only now, knowing it was ours, we loved it even more. It was spectacular—from the gorgeous contemporary design to the pool and the direct access to our own private beach; from the six beautiful bedrooms and bathrooms to the multiple terraces, the tennis court, the gym… everything about it was breathtaking.
When we finally made our way back to the dining room, I let out a small, stunned laugh.
“I swear, if you had told me ten years ago that this is where we’d be…” I shook my head in disbelief.
“I know, right? Life’s pretty great, huh?” he said with a giggle.
I smiled and nodded.
“It really is.”
I stepped up behind him, pressed my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around him. My lips found his neck, teasing his skin softly.
“Thank you so much, babe. I love the surprise.”
He turned around, cupped my neck, and kissed me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue.
“You’re welcome. You know I’d do anything to see you happy.”
I smiled against his lips.
“You’ve succeeded.”
We looked intensely into each other’s eyes and I felt a familiar tingling sensation in my stomach as he kissed me again, more passionately, letting the moment stretch between us.
I allowed his tongue to play with mine and he let out a small satisfied moan that told me he was enjoying our kiss a bit too much. And actually, so was I. We made out for a few moments until he reached inside his jeans pocket and I heard the sound of keys being tossed onto the dining table next to us.
I broke our kiss and looked at the keys before turning my attention to him again,
"You realize that table must cost like ten thousand dollars or something,” I teased.
He glanced at the sleek marble and shrugged,
“Oh, yeah, that’s true, sorry,” he said and let go of me.
He picked up the keys, only to let them drop on the floor in front of me.
"That floor looks pretty expensive too," he smirked. "you might want to get those," he teased.
I smirked at him. I knew what he was up to, and I was totally up for it as well. I mean, it was our ten-year anniversary… we were going to make love. We might as well start sooner than later and christen the place. I didn’t know what he had planned for the evening, dinner I supposed, but at that moment, I only wanted him.
"My pleasure," I said, playing along. His eyes looked mischievous. I kneeled down to pick up the keys, but I didn’t stand up again. My hand grabbed his calf as I pressed my face against his crotch.
“This table needs to be introduced to its new owners, don’t you think?” I suggested.
“I like how you’re thinking,” he said.
I rubbed my face against the denim of his jeans. He just sighed as he felt my hands travel up to his waist and start to unbutton his jeans. He moved his hands to my hair and I swear, I could feel his fingertips almost burning with excitement.
I watched him close his eyes as he heard his zipper lowering. I slid his jeans off and slowly let his cock free and then my mouth enveloped him. I almost gave a sigh of satisfaction as I began nursing him to a full erection, giving myself over to the pleasure I was feeling. I just loved the fact that he was all mine, more so than ever before.
He became fully hard and I started to take him down to the base, my lips and nose tickling his trimmed pubes. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground.
"You taste so good," I said, pulling off of his cock and starting to tongue his balls, pressing my face against them, licking at the area between them and his ass.
It seemed like we just felt so free to do whatever we wanted at that moment and it was amazing. He urged me off the ground, and I stood up, letting my tongue travel up his body until I was standing in front of him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He gazed at me, a look of pure desire washing over his face.
"How do you want me?" I said, knowing how he was feeling, I brushed my face against his cheek and he reached behind me to pull off my shirt.
He smiled and resumed kissing me as he pulled off my shirt and almost frantically started to undo my pants. We rushed out of the rest of our clothes and next thing I knew Rob was laying back on our ten thousand dollars table, his legs hanging off the edge, his cock down my throat.
"Oh yeah, babe," he sighed, propped up on his elbows, watching my oral assault. His cock was so beautiful and smooth that it was truly a marvel just to look at, and I did stare at it for a few seconds. Of course, tasting it was even better so I moved up and down again, using my hands to play with his balls. I could taste him leaking more and more, and not wanting him to finish anytime soon, I moved my mouth away from his cock and started sucking on his smooth, round balls, while my fingertips ran over his tight stomach, feeling his muscles.
He sighed some more and let his back fall against the smooth wood of the table. I slowly started to raise his legs until his feet were planted on the edge of the table, his inviting hole right in front of my face. I tongued the area above it hard, assured that he liked it from the sounds coming from above. Slowly, my tongue made its way to his hole, and he shivered as I pressed against it.
"Fuck, yeah," he said as I began to rim his ass, nibbling at the sparse hairs around it, tracing the tiny ridges and valleys with my tongue.
I spread his cheeks apart wider with my hands, exposing more of his pink rosebud, and diving in deeper with my tongue. He moaned again and I saw his hand reaching for his cock.
"Don’t touch yourself," I said, pushing his hand away.
"Ugh, you have to stop doing this to me," he moaned, his hands falling back down to his sides; that was true, I was always forbidding him from jerking off when I was giving him a rim job.
I kept rimming him, getting his hole nice and wet, feeling my own cock start to leak. I had been resisting the urge to start fucking him, but now I couldn't take it anymore.
"Are you ready, baby?" I asked him, standing back up.
"Do you really have to ask?" he smiled, looking up at me. I smiled back and brought my cock up to his hole. I could feel him pushing against me as I pushed into him.
"Oh yeah," he panted, his mouth opening widely as he pressed the back of his head hard against the table.
Feeling the heat of his body, my cock pushing against his prostate, I settled down for a nice, long fuck. Despite wanting him so badly, it felt like we had all the time in the world. His feet moved from the table edge and he brought his legs over my shoulders. I grabbed them, feeling the short hairs, kissing his calves. He kept looking and smiling at me, sometimes watching the muscles of my chest and abs move in conjunction with my rhythm.
Eventually his hand returned to his hard, wet cock, and I started to speed up.
"Babe, stop," he said suddenly.
I looked down at him and asked him if he was ok.
"Yeah," he said. "Just pull out for a second." I slid out of him and watched him sit up and lean over to kiss me.
I kissed him back, feeling his hands grasp my shoulders. He pulled me into him. Slowly I felt myself being turned and then I was on my back, taking Rob's place on the table. Although he was the one being fucked, I liked the fact that he could still make me feel like he was dominating me.
"I just thought I would do some of the work for a while," he grinned, straddling me and grabbing my cock.
He lowered himself onto me, staring at me in the eyes the entire time. With me completely inside him again, he leaned down to kiss my nipples and play with them. Then he straightened up and started to rock his hips back and forth, riding me like he was a jockey.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
The feeling of him bouncing up and down on my cock was incredible, I could feel my cock dripping steadily inside him, as his tunnel became more and more slick.
"Oh, you're so deep," Rob said. He was moving faster now, and I reached for his cock, pulling on it whenever it bounced down within my grasp.
"Yeah, baby. Ride me."
It was one of those times when not only were you loving the sex, you were just in general having a great time. There was a lot of laughing, in between the sighing and the moaning.
I tucked my hands behind his knees, marveling at how tight the skin was on his chest. He was covered in a light sweat, and I could see that the little hairs on his body were slowly returning from his last waxing.
He really started to slam himself against me, grunting each time, but looking like he only wanted more. I wanted to explode so hard inside him, but didn't want to finish until he was ready. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his arm, and then grabbed his own cock and started jerking it. I started to thrust against him.
"Oh yeah," he purred. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck the cum right out of me."
He was working his cock and his ass at a rapid pace and I knew I was soon going to have to cum whether I wanted to or not. His free hand started to pinch his right nipple hard and he started to make his familiar high-pitched, erratic sounds, the sounds I loved.
"Oh God, oh fuck," he cried, his orgasm building up inside him. Right before it looked like he was ready to burst, he released his cock, and threw his head back.
The cum began to pump out of him, hitting my stomach and dripping down his magnificent cock. I ground my teeth together as I came inside him, yelling out. He dropped his head forward to face me, grasping his cock once again and squeezing out the remaining cum. He continued to moan softly as I continued to lightly thrust inside him.
Rob leaned down and pushed his lips against mine, his tongue searching for my own. He laid himself down against me, keeping me inside him,
"I guess we should have been more protective of our table," I sighed, realizing that I had just ravaged him on top of it.
"It's ok," he smiled. "It's only money."
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“You’re probably hungry by now,” he said after I emerged from the bathroom.
“Well, yeah—starving, actually,” I admitted.
“Good,” he said, grinning. “’Cause there’s a delicious dinner waiting for us in the kitchen. Cooked by a pretty renowned chef, too.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, eyes wide with excitement.
“Of course,” he replied, clearly enjoying my reaction.
I rushed into the kitchen, practically bouncing, and opened the fridge. Everything was neatly prepared, and only the main course needed reheating.
“Hell, yeah. This looks amazing,” I said, impressed.
“Shall we eat on our ten-thousand-dollar table?” he asked with a sly smile.
“What if it just looks expensive, but it’s actually only like a five-hundred-dollar table?” I teased.
He laughed. “Then I got ripped off!”
We set everything up, and what followed was a truly delicious and romantic dinner. Conversation flowed as easily as the wine, and we spent just as much time dreaming about the house as we did eating. Every new idea for design, furniture, or décor seemed more exciting than the last, and we bounced ideas off each other like kids in a candy store.
“We should totally hire a hot decorator,” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“Yes,” he agreed, nodding enthusiastically.
“Like Nate and Jeremiah!” I snapped my fingers. “I’m sure Claire could arrange that. I’m not even joking!”
He winced playfully. “Yeah… I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. That Jeremiah guy is totally my type!”
I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Fuck off!”
An hour must have passed when we wandered outside to the pool, still chatting and dreaming aloud, when Rob’s phone rang.
“Hello, yeah, I’ll be right out,” he said, slipping the phone back into his pocket.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Someone taking care of our luggage,” he explained, gesturing toward the house. “Come on.”
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Once our luggage had been delivered, we went to the bedroom and started unpacking. I stood by the window with a glass of white wine in my hand, gazing out at the view, when Rob came up behind me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.
“Happy,” I said. “Rob, seriously… this is incredible. We’re so lucky.”
“We are,” he agreed.
We stood in silence for a moment. I took another sip of my wine, then set the glass down and turned to him.
“Damn, we really are moving up in the world,” I giggled.
We hugged, holding each other close.
“Babe,” he said gently, “if you’re happy, then I’m happy. That’s all that matters.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. He rested his forehead against my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck.
“I am happy,” I whispered. “Thanks to you.”
My throat tightened and before I knew it, tears were spilling over.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “You’re okay.”
I cupped his face in my hands and drew him closer. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but he already knew. My eyes said everything. I wanted him to know that all his past mistakes were forgiven, and that I hoped mine were too. I wanted to ask him how he’d managed to pull off this entire surprise without me finding out. But in that moment, none of it mattered.
All that mattered was him.
I looked into his green eyes, bright as emeralds, so close to mine. I felt the warmth of his skin, the softness of his hair, his breath on my face. I kissed him and wrapped my arms around him as he held me tightly.
“Mark, listen,” he said, gently placing his hands on my cheeks.
Our noses touched as he spoke, his voice low and sincere.
“I once promised you I’d never hurt you. I can’t change the past. But I know I’ll have no trouble honoring that promise in the future.”
“Oh, Rob… I know that,” I said, meeting his gaze.
“Do you?”
“I do. And I promise the same. I love you. And I trust you completely.”
“So do I,” he said softly.
My chest felt full, like I might cry again, but in the best possible way. We had always trusted each other, but saying it out loud made it feel even more real.
He smiled at me.
“Let’s just go to bed,” he said simply.
I nodded.
We undressed and slid under the covers. He immediately rested his head against my chest, and I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the softness and warmth. We cuddled and caressed each other for a long time, letting the quiet stretch between us, broken only by bursts of conversation about how we’d decorate every room in the house.
“Do you think the dining room should be done in cool or warm tones then?” I asked, my fingers still gently combing through his hair.
He laughed. “You know, you’re really starting to sound pretty gay. If you’re going to start making your own drapes and stuff, I’m out of here.”
I chuckled, rubbing his shoulders. “And do you think a grand piano would be a good idea? I can totally picture it.”
He looked up at me, smiling, then rolled off me, settling under the covers beside me. “You think it’s worth it? We won’t be spending that much time here, but it’d look good, I guess,” he said, sensing that my mind wasn’t going to stop spinning.
“Are you kidding? I see a piano, I play it! I need a piano!”
“I know you do, babe,” he replied with a grin. “But do you need a grand one?”
‘Of course I do,’ I thought, snuggling closer into the warmth of the bed. We lay there, practically nose to nose, as he listened to all my ideas and added his thoughts along the way.
We talked well into the night. No, we didn’t have sex again—but the playful intimacy, the laughter, the gentle touches, and our shared dreams were enough.
After a long pause, I spoke softly. “I think I might go for a swim as soon as I wake up tomorrow.”
There was no response. I looked down. Rob was lying on my chest again, breathing softly.
“Rob?” I whispered. He exhaled loudly and shifted slightly.
He was sound asleep.
I smiled, adjusting the pillow behind my head, and let the quiet of the night wrap around us. Closing my eyes, I felt utterly content, utterly at home.
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I awoke to find that not much had changed since I had fallen asleep. Rob's head was still on my chest, and he continued to sleep.
I had to get out of the bed, but I didn't want to wake him, so I tried to ease myself out by slowly moving my body to the right. Just as I had broken free and was noticing the pain in my chest from having Rob's weight on it all night, two big green eyes opened up and looked at me with interest.
"Good morning," he said sleepily.
"Sorry," I said, feeling bad for waking him. "I have to go to the bathroom." Rob reached out his hand and grabbed mine, squeezing it gently.
He withdrew it and tucked it under the pillow, closing his eyes again. I smiled and walked into the bathroom.
I stood in front of the mirror, still smiling, thinking that I had almost everything, and wondering if I truly deserved it. The happiness inside me felt overwhelming, almost indecent in its intensity, but I knew I had to stop questioning it and start fully embracing what fate had given me.
Having it all was absolutely awesome. Fame, respect, love, wealth, admiration. But at the end of the day, if you took out the most important thing, the love, it was all worth very little.
"My God," I said out loud.
For the first time, I realized I was truly comfortable with the idea of being with Rob for the rest of my life, with the idea of marrying him. The thought no longer scared me. It felt right.
I had grown so much over the past few months. I had faced challenges I never thought I would, and I could finally see how much of what had happened came from fear, fear of losing what I had, fear that I didn’t deserve it.
That was what my parents had always taught me. They had made me feel small, unworthy, invisible. I had grown up believing that maybe love and happiness were things meant for other people, not for me.
They had damaged me in ways I was still learning to understand. But I couldn’t let that shape my future too. I couldn’t let their voices follow me into my adult life.
I deserved love.
I deserved happiness.
And I was finally ready to believe it.
For a brief moment, I thought back to when Rob and I first got together. I remember feeling almost relieved that I was gay, like it somehow spared me from repeating my parents’ miserable attempt at a marriage. I could build something entirely different, a relationship that was nothing like theirs. That thought had made it easier to accept my sexuality, easier to embrace who I was.
But now I realized I had been fooling myself. A relationship isn’t defined by the genders involved. Whether it’s straight or gay, it’s what you make of it, the love, the trust, the effort you put in.
Unintentionally, leaving Rob almost a year ago had been my way of testing his love. I regretted it now, and I wasn’t even sure why I had felt the need to do it, because deep down, I had always known our feelings for each other were strong and genuine.
But after everything we had been through, I felt completely reassured. I knew now, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would always love me, always be there for me, no matter what. His love was real. Our love was real.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t believed it before, I had. But it felt different now. We were almost thirty, and the promises we made to each other carried a weight and depth they hadn’t before. Everything had meaning. Everything felt lasting.
So, yeah, I was probably finally ready to get married. Ready to be in a relationship that was happy, fulfilling, and nothing like my parents’.
I had planned to just brush my teeth, but after staring at myself in the mirror for so long, I decided a shower was in order. I didn’t know what Rob would be up to this morning, but I wanted to make sure everything was perfect, including me.
I showered, shaved, moisturized, buffed, and tended to whatever else I decided was necessary. I styled my hair, and when I was finally finished, I wrapped myself in a clean robe hanging in the bathroom.
I stepped into the bedroom and found Rob sitting up in bed, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“What?” I asked, walking toward him.
“Are you going somewhere?” he asked, his voice curious, a little teasing.
"No."
"Well you look like you’re going somewhere. You've been in there for like, an hour."
"I have?" I asked, genuinely shocked. "But I just went in there to use the bathroom and to brush my teeth."
"Well you obviously did a little more than that," he laughed, pointing to my impeccable grooming.
"Oh," I chuckled. "I guess I just wanted to look nice for you when you got up," I said flirtatiously.
"Do you think you could ever look bad?" he said, patting the bed, signaling for me to come sit by him. I sat down and he leaned over to kiss me.
"And I am up," he said seductively, pulling me down on top of him. We kissed for a long time, and my happiness allowed me to ignore his scratchy stubble against my smooth face. I was still wearing my robe, but the fabric had parted, exposing my firm chest, which he slowly began to move his hand across.
“Were you thinking about how to redecorate the bathroom?”
I chuckled. “Absolutely not.”
Carefully, he untied my robe and slid his body down lower and ever so slowly slid his hand against my skin. He pressed his face against my cock, inhaling deeply, apparently savoring my aroma and the feeling of my hard but still spongy cock against his face.
He moved his index finger up and down my smooth shaft and unable to resist any longer, he took my penis by the base and guided the head of it into his mouth. I could feel it swelling as it grew inside him.
He took me deep into his throat, his tongue lashing around the entire time. I was rock hard now and I could hear his breath quicken.
"Ohhh," I moaned, looking down to watch him. He took my cock out of his mouth and rocked it back and forth a bit, making me give out another long sigh.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" he asked seductively.
I nodded and he smiled, taking me back down his throat. I moaned again and softly begin to run my hands through his hair.
"You’re amazing, Rob," I said, slowly starting to rock my hips and encouraging him to continue. He took a deep breath and lowered his mouth down to my pelvis. His lips pressed against my pubes and I held his head and pushed my cock deeper into his throat. My entire body jerked and my upper body briefly lifted off of the mattress.
Then he pulled back, took a deep breath and soaked the head of my cock with his tongue and saliva. He had just licked the first drop of precum when we heard the worst sound ever. The doorbell.
"Who the heck is that?" I said as he let go of his snack.
He seemed to think about it for a second. “Oh shit, I forgot,” he said to me. “That would be the grocery delivery guy.”
“You really thought of everything,” I told him.
“Hey, we gotta eat. And I didn’t want anybody in the house but us, not today. I’ll be right back! Keep that beauty hard for me,” he ordered.
“Alright, but hurry up or I might finish without you!”
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I turned my head slowly to the side when I heard him walking back into the bedroom.
I was lying on my back, one hand behind my head and the other slowly stroking my still very hard pole.
“And I’m hard again,” he exclaimed as he took in the sight.
I smiled and he stepped closer to the bed. He continued to watch me intensely.
“Damn, babe, you’re beautiful,” he said as he climbed back up on the bed and on top of me.
He pressed his lips on mine and I could tell from the look in his expressive eyes that he wanted me even more now than he did before we were interrupted.
When our lips parted, we looked into each other’s eyes.
“Get the lube,” I told him sensually.
He smiled and did as he was told.
A moment later, his lubed fingers pushed their way inside me, opening me up as he moved them back and forth with both tenderness and strength.
Before entering me, he climbed down the bed, grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him so that my ass was on the edge of the bed. He wiped some more lube on his shaft and positioned himself between my legs, brought his cock up to my hole and started his journey inside, making sure to make it feel nice and loving. As he did so, he lowered his upper body down to kiss me and I gasped in his mouth. He pushed himself deeper into me and then withdrew, repeating the action until he was sliding in and out with a steady rhythm.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good inside me.” I panted. “Fuck, I swear, it’s like you dick is just made for my ass.”
He breathed out. “Oh, yeah, it is. We are so good together, so good,” he moaned his lips brushing against mine, “let me take care of you, let me make you cum.”
“Yeah, do that, I love feeling you so deep inside me.”
He made love to me slowly until my asshole completely surrendered to him.
“Oh yeah, just pound my ass,” I moaned. He was doing just that and I was loving it.
“Fuck, come here, baby,” he said, breathing hard and fast, a fire in his eyes.
He wrapped his arms around my lower back and then underneath my ass and lifted me right off the bed, holding my thighs. Despite the fact that we were pretty similar in build, he could do that effortlessly and I fucking loved it. He carried me until my back was pressed against the bedroom wall and kept on trying to hit every spot he could inside me.
“Oh, yeah, fuck,” I moaned in delight, my forearms wrapped tightly around his neck and my legs around his lower back.
“I love you,” he sighed and I tightened my grip so he’d keep hitting that spot inside me.
We looked at each other, breathing heavily into each other’s mouth and he did it again, keeping me on the verge of cumming for a few minutes.
“Ohhh,” I suddenly moaned hard. He had just pushed himself deeper inside my guts and I felt a couple of powerful jolts shot through me that I hadn’t expected to be so strong.
My orgasm surprised me and I jerked against him. Before I had time to catch my breath, my cum splashed between us and I yelled out, my eyes practically rolling back inside my head. My body kept quivering and I whimpered and moaned as I reached my hand down between us and jerked my cock.
“Oh, Mark, yeah, that’s so hot, babe,” he panted.
Then he carried me back down onto the bed and kept on fucking me for a short moment before he pulled out and straddled me. He jerked himself hard and fast and within seconds, his hot jizz shot all over my chest, some of it landing on my face, which he almost immediately licked off with a giggle.
“You liked that?” he asked sensually.
“That was one helluva fuck,” I answered and thought to myself that it was also a strong symbol of our commitment to each other, and not just the convenience of being two young healthy men.
After cleaning my chest, we stayed on the bed and I laid my head against Rob’s chest and listened to his breath begin to slow. I was trying to think of something to say, but I was at a loss for words.
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Once we had recovered, we went downstairs and unpacked the grocery bags to prepare breakfast. Like dinner the night before, it turned into a lively, talkative experience, but this time our conversation drifted to music.
After breakfast, we settled outside by the pool. The sun was warm, the sky perfectly clear, and we stretched out to soak up the morning light.
I picked up my phone for a moment and gasped. “My God, babe! There’s over twenty million views on your Carpool Karaoke!”
“Oh yeah? Is that a lot?” he asked casually, squinting against the sun.
“Is that a lot?!” I repeated, incredulous. “Are you serious? It’s only been on YouTube for, like, a couple of weeks!”
“Oh… yeah. I dunno. I guess that’s a lot, then,” he said, shrugging, clearly trying not to get too excited.
“I’m not the only one who loves it,” I said with a grin as I scrolled through a few of the latest comments.
Sure, there were a few hardcore U2 fans criticizing our music, but ninety-eight percent were glowing. People were saying things like
“ This is the best Carpool Karaoke I’ve ever seen. Robbie’s voice is out of this world.”
“ Robbie Myers should be protected at all costs. He is gorgeous, talented, sweet, and down to earth.”
“ Damn, he looks so fun and chill to hang out with.”
“ This guy makes being gay the coolest thing ever. I’m straight, but I’d be gay for him.”
“ Robbie is such a beautiful man, sexy, cheerful, and charismatic. I love him.”
“ He really loves singing. I love his energy. He genuinely seems happy to be in the car with James and performing his own music. I love artists like him.”
“ I don’t even know how many times I’ve watched this. I’m in love with this video.”
“ I can’t stop smiling when I look at Robbie Myers. His eyes. I’m dead.”
“ I wish he had done this with Mark. They’re so complementary. I don’t like seeing one without the other.”
“ What an awesome artist. Thank you. You’ve made my day.”
“ U-N-I really has some great tunes. Thank you for existing.”
I laughed aloud and showed him the screen. “Look at this. People are obsessed.”
“You’re not gonna watch it again, are you?” he asked me playfully.
I stopped reading the comment and scrolled back up to the video. “I am, I just can’t help myself,” I said matter-of-factly and began playing it. “Damn you look good!”
“Come on!” he laughed.
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“Let’s listen to some music!” James said.
“Let’s!” and they began singing ‘Yellow’.
“Awesome,” James said when they finished the song. Rob had the hottest smile on his face.
“So, do you know,’ James said insistently, “that U2 performed ‘Yellow’ on their last tour.”
“Yeah, I do,” Rob nodded with a broad smile.
“How awesome is that!” James exclaimed.
“It’s incredible!” Rob responded.
“So, can we talk about that father-son relationship you’ve got going on with Bono?” James asked, quite impressed.
“Yeah, I had him on the phone last week actually,” Rob said, looking absolutely perfect and gorgeous as fuck.
“Did you?”
“Yeah, ‘cause there was, like, something going on, and I wasn’t sure how to go about it.”
“Do you often talk to him?”
“Yes, I do. He always tells me, ‘call me whenever you need advice’,” Rob said, smiling. “So I just do.”
“I’m so jealous!” James said, shaking his head.
Rob laughed. “yeah, you’re not the only one. My dad’s jealous of Bono now!”
“Is he?” James laughed.
“Yeah,” Rob confirmed and proceeded to tell him an anecdote. “Last Christmas, he was like, “what did Bono get you?” Rob asked in a worried and insecure tone.
“Oh, your poor dad!” James said sadly, “having Bono take his place, gotta be tough.”
“Yeah,” he laughed.
“Did Bono really get you a Christmas present?”
“He did.”
“Can I ask what it was?” James asked with a lot of curiosity.
“Let’s just say it was something that would’ve made the head of my fifteen-year-old self just… explode!”
“So, your dad must have felt pretty low when he handed you that box of chocolate.”
Rob laughed. “He knows which one to get me though!”
“You ever been invited to Bono’s house?”
“We’ve all been there a few times. And you know what?” Rob asked.
“What?”
“The first time he invited us over, he said to me, ‘just get into a taxi and ask for Bono’s house’…”
“Did it work!” James exclaimed cheerfully.
“It did!”
“No way, I’ve gotta try that!” James told Rob.
Then they stopped talking and began singing “Every teardrop is a waterfall.”
When the song ended, James said, “Oh my god, I love this song! It’s such a great tune. I remember listening to it on repeat when it was released.”
Rob smiled,” Really?”
“Yeah,” James replied and then added, “was it really this hard for you to come out?”
“Oh yeah. I hate coming out.”
“Do you?” James asked, intrigued by Rob’s response.
“I really do. I’m so bad at it! I don’t think I’ve actually ever properly come out to anyone in my entire life,” he said, jokingly.
“Have you not?” James laughed.
“No, I don’t think I have. I just let people figure it out! And because I’m not, like, in your face gay, for a long time, they didn’t!” he said with a shrug. “Like, my friends, my boyfriend, my family, my label, the media....”
“Your boyfriend?” James exclaimed.
“Oh yeah,” Rob nodded shamelessly. “If there’s one person I didn’t want to come out to, that was him. I made sure he wouldn’t find out for a long time… but when he did, it turned out pretty well, so everything’s good,” he wiggled his brows sexily.
James laughed and they began singing “In My Place.”.
“Writing this song, seems like forever ago,” Rob said with nostalgia and then had a lot of fun singing it.
“Are you an only child?” James asked when the song ended.
“Yes. My mum told me she couldn’t have handled two like me,” he said, shaking his head.
“Really? Were you a terrible kid?”
“No. But my mum’s Spanish,” he said matter-of-factly, which was quite funny.
“Is your mum Spanish?” James asked, intrigued.
“Yeah. And my dad’s English.”
“Really? So, you’re not Irish at all, you got everyone fooled.”
Rob laughed. “Born and raised in Ireland. As far as I’m concerned, I’m Irish. So yeah, my mum’s Spanish and I’m pretty sure her decision to not have another child was purely motivated by the fact that she wanted to keep going out partying with her friends on Saturday nights. I must have inherited that from her!”
“Do you party a lot?”
“A lot!” He said insistently.
“Yeah, you’re a bit of a party animal, aren’t you?” James said mischievously.
Rob laughed.
“I’ve got that reputation. But I’ve calmed down recently. Mark made me.”
“Did he force you to stay home and watch Netflix,” James asked jokingly.
Rob snorted, “I wish…. he’s definitely more the quiet type. He’s got this French motto that says, “Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés” which basically means “a secret life is a happy life.”
“That is so true,” James said.
“It is. I only understood that recently,” Rob responded.
Then, they sang “The scientist” together, harmonizing perfectly.
“Awesome,” James said. “How do you keep in shape?” he asked Rob. “What’s your secret to look so good, please fill me in!”
“Well, I have to. Exercising really sorts my head out. I feel so much better afterwards. It’s a commitment but I need it. I’ve stopped taking care of myself and it really didn’t work out for me! I kept going out and partying and drinking and I stopped exercising ‘cause I was just doing everything else, and that’s the worst I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I never want to go back to that, cuz, you know, touring requires a lot of energy!”
“Especially for you,” he said. “I mean, come on, man! Your energy on stage is… out of this world!”
Rob laughed. “Yeah, I’m like another person on stage.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah, I’m like a musical superhero, I let my alter ego out when I’m on stage!”
“I wish I had an alter-ego!” James said.
“You do have one! We all do, you just need to let it out! It makes like more fun!”
“Do you have a name for him?”
“Actually no. Maybe I should find one. Like Beyonce who turns into ‘Sasha Fierce’,” Rob said with intensity.
“You could turn into, I don’t know…” James said, searching for a name.
Rob stared at him and waited impatiently. “Let me know when you come up with a good name for him, alright!” he joked.
“Are you gonna work with Beyonce,” James asked.
Rob just grinned, kind of giving it away.
“Are you?” James responded, stunned.
“I didn’t say anything…” Rob joked.
“But that look on your face though...I know what that look means!”
“I didn’t say anything…” Rob repeated. “First, I have to convince her to open the gate to her castle to me, and then once I’m in…” Rob said jokingly, shaking his head.
James chuckled, “Oh, god, good luck with that!”
“Hey, don’t rain on my parade!”
They laughed and began singing “Princess of China” which sounded freaking amazing.
James resumed their conversation at the end of the song.
“So, there was a rumor in the media recently that you postponed the release of your new record to go to therapy, was it true?”
“It was. For once, the media wasn’t spreading false rumors about me,’ he said with a chuckle, looking out the car window.
“Why did you feel like you needed to go?”
“I think, because I had an anxiety disorder of some sort. I can get very anxious about my job and I need to… self-care. I feel so much better now though. There was a lot of stuff that I needed to deal with. It’s been really helpful.”
“So, you’re ready to go back into recording new music, are you gonna tour again?”
Rob laughed. “Yeah, we are! I feel very happy right now. ‘Cause I mean, what do I have to complain about? it’s just feels like I’m ungrateful. I’m financially secure, I’m doing something that I’ve always wanted to do and that I’m so incredibly proud of… I’m very happy in my relationship. Life’s great!” he said, his face breaking into a broad smile.
Then they began singing ‘Fix You’
“Stop watching it!” Rob said to me.
“No!” I complained. “I wanna listen to ‘Beautiful day” because they ended the karaoke with a U2 song.
“Stop watching it!” he insisted.
“Or what?” I challenged.
“Or what?” he echoed, teasing.
He stood up, mischief written all over his face.
“Oh, shit,” I said, jumping to my feet, suddenly unsure of my next move.
He wrapped his arms tightly around me and I knew exactly what was coming.
“Don’t you dare!” I laughed. “I spent an hour fixing my hair, remember?”
“Put the phone down,” he warned playfully.
“Okay, okay, okay,” I surrendered, lowering it.
He laughed anyway and forced me closer to the edge of the pool.
“Come on, you bastard!” I yelled just before we both went down in a loud splash.
When we came up for air, I grabbed Rob’s shoulders and we started wrestling in the water, pushing each other under, laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe. Every now and then, the laughter turned into a kiss. He kept trying to grab my ass or my dick, but I was quicker.
Eventually we climbed out of the pool and I fixed us a drink. I handed him a glass and he stood there, gazing out toward the sea.
“Do you wanna go down to the beach?” he asked.
“Sure. Let me just grab a few things first,” I said.
Before heading inside, I picked up my phone from the table.
“Don’t move,” I said, lining up a shot.
He leaned against the terrace wall, his hair wet and messy in a way that made him devastatingly handsome. His swim shorts left very little to the imagination. His golden skin and sculpted abs were impossible not to stare at, and his expression was equal parts mysterious and mischievous.
“Are you gonna post that on Insta?” he asked.
I looked at the photo and felt a sudden rush of heat.
I smiled and started typing.
“Come on, I’m half-naked here.”
“Oh, I know,” I giggled, and hit share with the caption: Beautiful ocean view, don’t you think? I don’t mind it.
When I checked my phone a couple of hours later, the picture had pretty much made the internet explode. I smiled to myself, knowing how many people admired him and fantasized about him.
But still… he was mine. All mine.
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