IslandAffair

of
his chest. Robin grasped his head and pulled him back to kiss his lips and nip
at his chin.
    “No pity.”
    “Trust me, pity is no’ what I’m feeling right now.” John ran
his hands over the too-thin ribs and fisted the velvet-covered steel of Robin’s
cock. “Grateful.” He ran his thumb over the sensitive head. “Relieved.” He
pumped his fist down Rob’s shaft. “Happy.” Again. “Horny.” And once more.
    Robin groaned and thrust his hips up to meet his hand. “Oh
fuck.” His fingers fumbled for John’s hip then settled around his cock, drawing
an answering groan from John’s throat. They worked each other, settling into a
rhythm of thrust and pull that made John’s head spin.
    “Shit. John, I’m gonna…”
    John barely heard him through the fog of his own impending
release. He threw back his head as hips pounded out his climax against Robin’s
hand. Their seed mingling on the soft, pale skin of his lover’s abdomen.
    John eased down to lie against Rob’s side resting his hand
over his heart, feeling a thundering beat to match his own. He studied the
other man’s face as he lay dozing quietly and wished he could brush away the
shadows of exhaustion and worry. But only time would do that. He used a tissue
from the box on the nightstand to clean them both off and shut his own eyes. As
he started to drift off Robin’s quiet voice broke the silence.
    “They never caught him, you know.”
    John pressed a kiss to his shoulder, feeling the tension of
the smooth muscles. “I know.”
    “Sometimes, I feel as though he’s out there, watching me, waiting
to finish what he started. There was a time when I would have welcomed it.”
    John squeezed his eyes shut as a tremor shuddered through
him. He cursed Dan viciously for keeping this from him. For keeping him from
Rob’s side when he needed him most.
    “I don’t want you to hide,” Rob whispered.
    At first John wasn’t sure what he meant and then he
remembered his comment earlier. He lay still, eyes closed. “I’ll wait ‘til
you’re ready, Rob. You’ve got plenty to deal with.”
    “I was ready at the resort. Guess I just needed something I
cared enough about.” Robin’s fingers threaded through his own. “I can do it, if
you’re here with me.”
    John lifted his hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Go to
sleep, leannan . Tomorrow’s soon enough.”
    Robin fell quiet again, breathing easing into sleep. Worry
settled over John as he too slid uneasily into slumber.
     
    Robin woke with the sun shining in his eyes and wondered why
he’d forgotten to close the curtains last night. The events of the previous day
and night came flooding back and he sat up quickly. He was alone in the big bed
but a quick glance around revealed John’s bag sitting against the wall.
    Robin glanced at the bedside clock and saw that he had slept
for about fifteen hours. Since his injury he couldn’t seem to get enough sleep.
Had he only slept, though? The sheets around him were dry and that alone was
enough to have him squeezing his eyes shut in relief. He didn’t often have a
bad enough fit to lose that much control anymore, thank god. How mortifying it
would have been to explain that ? He should have warned his lover of the
possibility but in the heat of the moment he hadn’t thought of it.
    A quick check of the rest of his body showed that he was
probably okay. He crawled out of the bed and pulled on his boxer shorts. The living
room was empty but the rich smell of coffee drifted out of the kitchen, making
his mouth water. After a quick pit stop in the bathroom, he headed in that
direction.
    John was sitting at the kitchen table, coffee at his elbow,
newspaper spread in front of him.
    “Good morning.”
    He lifted his head. “Good morning.”
    Robin saw he was wearing a pair of wire-framed spectacles.
They made him look more like the accountant he claimed to be, rather than the
beach bum he had looked like on the island. There were other differences
too—his shaggy hair was cut and styled and the awful Hawaiian shirts had been
replaced by a dark-green polo shirt and jeans. Robin smiled and John gave him a
puzzled smile back.
    “What?”
    “I was just wondering about the shirts.”
    John grinned. “I have one in my bag.”
    “Oh lord.” Robin rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “I
thought maybe they were part of your undercover disguise.”
    “They were, but I got quite fond of them.”
    Robin shook his head. “Wonderful.” He