July 10, 2000

Rob scooted down, resting his head on the back of the seat, sighing in impatience as he watched people flow past him. 'Where the hell are they?' he thought in exasperation.

He was waiting for his friends to meet him there at Burger King so they could all go to the beach. They were already 45 minute slate and he was antsy to get going. This was the first Saturday in a long time that he'd had to get out of the house, having been on restriction for the past month for being caught TPing one of the neighbor's houses one night. He was anxious to strip down to his trunks and dive into the cool blue waters of the Atlantic, then lay on the sand and soak up some rays. He sighed again, crossing his arms over his chest, idly tapping his foot on the floor as he glanced toward the doors, seeing that a couple of guys had entered. He groaned inwardly when he realized it wasn't his friends. He watched them stride up to the counter, the dark-haired one staring up at the menu while the other one chattered on about something that the dark one didn't really seem to be listening to. With a scintillating jolt, Rob recognized them and nearly fell out of his seat with shock. It was Matt and Jeff Hardy! Here! In a Burger King?!?! He gaped at them stupidly for a long minute, unable to believe his own eyes. But he quickly regained himself, though not without difficulty, and closed his mouth, straightening up in his seat. He just couldn't take his eyes off them, especially Jeff. He was Rob's absolute favorite wrestler. He admired his suicidal moves in the ring, his lithe athleticism, his silky multi-colored hair that flowed over his shoulders and down his back in a rippling wave.

The two young men placed their order and turned, wandering around, trying to find an empty table in the crowded restaurant. Rob gulped in surprise when he saw them coming toward him, stopping beside his table.

"Hey, is it okay to share this table with you?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, there doesn't seem to be any free ones around here," Jeff added, both men smiling at Rob amiably.

Rob opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Sh-sure." They slid into the seats across from him and introduced themselves.

"Oh, I know who you guys are," Rob blurted, flushing when Jeff grinned at him.

"You do, huh? Then you're a WWF fan?"

Rob nodded enthusiastically, unable to prevent himself from gushing as he told them just how much he enjoyed they're performances and the WWF in general. Matt and Jeff laughed, liking this good-looking kid and they started asking Rob questions about himself.

Rob thought he must be dreaming because stuff like this just couldn't happen in real life! He answered their questions stiltedly at first, slowly relaxing as Matt and Jeff put him at ease. The food arrived for them and they dove into their burgers and fries, chatting with them as they ate.

"So what are you doing today, Rob?" Matt asked as he dipped a fry in ketchup and popped it into his mouth.

Rob told them about his plans. "But they're really late. They probably forgot or something."

"Hey, I've got an idea," Jeff piped up, taking a sip of his Coke. "We're in town till tomorrow afternoon. You wanna hang out with us today?"

Rob gaped at them blankly. "I...I think I heard wrong. Could you say that again?"

Jeff chuckled, rapping his knuckles on Rob's hand. "You heard right. We want you to hang out with us today. Maybe even come to the show tonight."

Rob's eyes widened in wonder. He'd tried getting tickets to that night's show for the last two months, but the convention center had been sold out solidly. "You mean it?"

"Sure do," Matt stated, taking a last bite of his burger, screwing up the wrapping into a tight ball on his tray. "Soon as Slow-Poke here is done eating, we'll go with you to the beach instead."

Jeff tossed a fry at his brother in retaliation for his comment about his eating habits. "Yeah. We were planning on hitting the sands today anyway. You can come with us."

Rob wasted no time in accepting, and as soon as Jeff finished his meal, they were off.

*****

They arrived at the beach in the Hardys' rental car a few minutes later. The trio grabbed their towels and sunscreen and trooped to the sand. It was surprisingly empty for this time of day, so they pretty much had a section of beach to themselves. They found a spot to spread out their towels and in record time stripped down to their trunks and raced toward the surf. They horsed around, dove under and over the waves, played tag in the swells, chased each other in the shallows, wrestling and dunking each other repeatedly.

Finally, they dragged themselves from the water and collapsed on their towels, completely exhausted. They lazed in the sun for a few hours, dozing and talking desultorily until they decided that they'd had enough.

"Hey, why don't we drop you home and you change, then come back to the hotel with us and hang around until the show?"

Rob just couldn't believe all this luck! He happily agreed to the suggestion and was relieved that his Mom had given her permission. Well, it didn't hurt for her to meet the Hardys, who assured her that they'd keep a close eye on him.

"Um, I have a suggestion," Matt posed. "Since the show will be letting out at around 11 tonight, and we might get held back to sign autographs and stuff, is it okay if Rob just sleeps over with us?"

"Yeah," Jeff jumped in, "then we'll bring him back around noon or so before we head for the airport."

Rob was starting to feel as if he'd died and gone to heaven! He silently pleaded with his mom to let him go, and seeing his excitement, gave a nod of consent. He vaulted up the stairs to his room and gathered a spare change of clothes and a toothbrush, stuffing them in a backpack, snagging his camera on the way out of his room. They all piled back into the car and drove to the hotel where most of the WWF superstars were staying.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, the-by now-fast friends headed for the arena.

Matt separated from Jeff and Rob, saying he was going to find Lita so they could practice their moves for the coming night's match. Jeff threw an arm around Rob's shoulders and steered him to the brothers' dressing room where Rob sat on the couch, watching Jeff bounce around, stretching and squatting, seemingly unable to stay still for more than a minute. He was fascinated by Jeff. So vital. So...alive!

When Matt returned, towing Lita with him, they all went to the practice ring set up in back. Rob leaned against a column and avidly watched the trio fly and execute amazing maneuvers. They repeated a few routines to make sure of their landings and timing. When Edge and Christian appeared on the scene, Rob gaped as the Hardys waved him over and introduced him. The newcomers clapped him on the back, shook his hand and chatted him up for a few minutes before excusing themselves and climbed into the makeshift ring. Jeff jumped down from the apron and grabbed Rob's arm and guided him back to the dressing room. They flopped on the sofa and talked for a while, Rob becoming increasingly aware of Jeff's greenish-gold eyes on him. The few times he'd dared to look into Jeff's gaze, he'd flushed hotly at the intentness of it. He felt himself becoming warm every time Jeff touched him: patting his arm, tapping his knee to emphasize a point he was making. He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when Matt returned, bearing sodas for all. They chatted companionably for a little while until a tap came on the door. Their match would be up in 20 minutes. Rob couldn't prevent the hot flush that enveloped his whole frame when the brothers began to casually strip out of their clothes to dress in their ring attire. He looked elsewhere-the ceiling, his nails the carpet-but his curious eyes kept being drawn to Jeff's tall, lean body, clad only in blue Calvin Klein briefs, the muscles rippling across his back and thighs. His rainbow hair trailed over the taut skin of his shoulders as he bent to pull out his shirt. Rob felt himself grow instantly hard at the site of the blue fabric of the briefs become tight across Jeff's ass. He had to look away before he totally embarrassed himself.

When the brothers were dressed, they ushered Rob out of the room and into the lounge area, introducing him to some of the other wrestlers and valets. Rob was in heaven, meeting Kat, the Dudleys, Kane, Hard Core Holly, X-Pac and Road Dogg. They welcomed him into their midst and made him feel at ease. The Hardys left him there, basking in the warmth of the attention of these great stars. X-Pac showed him the monitor in which he could watch the matches going on and Rob was glued to the screen when the Hardys made their entrance. He just couldn't take his eyes off the younger Hardy, feeling his mouth go dry when he would flick his hair back behind his shoulder, tilt his head in an especially endearing manner, or smiled in that Jeff-esque sort of way. He had to cross his legs-to hide his growing erection-when during the match, Jeff's opponent had him stretched out so that his back was arched, his hips jutting forward. What was wrong with him? He was getting turned on by Jeff Hardy? But the more he watched him, the more excited he got, so that he thought that if anyone touched him right then, he'd probably cream his jeans.

After the match, he excused himself and went to the restroom to collect himself, splashing cold water on his face, hoping it would cool him down. When he thought he was sufficiently composed, he returned to the lounge to find Kat with a message for him to return to the Hardys' dressing room. He thanked her and she kissed him on the cheek and bid him goodbye. He smiled goofily as he strolled down the hall, knocking on the door to the dressing room.

"Come in!"

Rob entered and nearly burst from his jeans when he saw Jeff emerging from the bathroom naked, still drying his hair. He quickly seated himself and picked up a nearby magazine and opened it over his straining bulge, not wanting Jeff to see his state.

"Hi, Jeff," he managed, pleased that he sounded nonchalant...at least to his own ears.

Jeff tossed the towel at him and grinned. "Hey, Robby-boy. You catch the match?"

Rob nodded, balling the material in his hands, feeling the damp places and imagining the silky smooth skin it had touched. His vivid imagination wasn't helping him to calm down, and the way Jeff was looking at him was only serving to heat his blood more. He just stood there, hands on hips, unselfconscious of his glorious nudity, his green eyes darkening a little as he stared at Rob.

"What did you think?"

Rob cleared his throat, swallowing the lump that had arisen at the soft, deep timbre of his voice, the smooth drawl like warm molasses. "It-it was great...as always."

Jeff smiled at him, slowly moving toward him and sitting on the couch, drawing one leg up on the cushions as he scrunched down to lay his head on the back of the sofa. "Cool. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Rob could feel his temperature shooting off the scale at the feel of Jeff's shoulder pressed firmly against his. The very idea that Jeff was sitting inches away, naked as a jaybird was enough to give him heart palpitations. In an attempt to diffuse the suddenly tense atmosphere, he asked, "Um, so where's Matt?"

Jeff lifted one shoulder negligently. "Oh, I think he and Lita went to Edge and Christian's dressing room for a while. They'll meet us at the hotel later."

Rob closed his eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the jolt of awareness that shot through him at the realization that he and Jeff were going to be alone for at least part of the evening.

"So, what do you want to do tonight, Rob," Jeff asked, toying with a fold of the towel that lay in Rob's lap, slowly rocking his raised knee from side to side.

Rob licked his lips, unable to avert his eyes from the long fingers that were so close to his hip. "I dunno. Doesn't matter to me."

"Good," he said, bounding off the couch in that explosion of energy he was so well-known for and began throwing his clothes on. "because I feel like partying a little."

Rob bit his lip, suddenly uncertain. "Well, if you mean clubs and stuff, I don't think they'll let me-"

Jeff made a dismissive gesture. "Oh, don't worry about that. As long as you don't drink any alcohol, you can still get in and have fun."

"But I'm not really dressed for-"

"We'll go back to the hotel and find something for you. I think I've got a pair of jeans and a shirt that'll fit you."

Rob mumbled his thanks, firmly keeping his eyes planted in the magazine, willing his erection away. After Jeff was dressed, he picked up his bag and ushered Rob out. They called bye to passing wrestlers, darting out of the backstage door and into his rental car. Thankfully, there weren't many fans still hanging around waiting for a glimpse of the guys, so Jeff was able to exit the parking lot with a minimum of fuss.

*****

When they arrived at the Mariot Hotel, they hurried up to the room Jeff shared with his brother. Jeff searched through his luggage, locating a pair of black jeans and a black silk shirt. Jeff demanded that Rob try the clothes on right then. Rob was hesitant about undressing in front of Jeff, but he was so persistent that he relented, pulling off his T-shirt and blue jeans, tossing them on the floor. He tried the jeans first.

"I don't know why I still carry them around. They don't fit me anymore," Jeff said, frowning slightly as he observed the bunching in the legs. "Hmmm," he mused, poking at the lumps with an index finger. "I think you'll have to go commando for the jeans to fit right. Can't go out looking like you've got something growing under there."

Rob blushed brightly as Jeff helped him to unfasten the jeans and pulled them down. "Maybe if I just wear the shirt outside, no one will-"

"Naw," Jeff said firmly, shaking his head. "Shirt doesn't look good hanging out. Go ahead. Take off the boxers and we'll try this again."

Rob avoided looking at Jeff as he dropped his underwear and stepped out of them, feeling vulnerable as he stood there naked but for his socks. Jeff handed him the jeans again and he quickly drew them on and fastened them.

"Now, that's better," Jeff enthused, sliding a hand from his hip down to his flank. "no unusual lumps or bulges now."

'Except the large one getting hard under my zipper,' Rob thought dryly. He slipped on the shirt and Jeff insisted on helping him button it. He smoothed the collar and straightened the shoulder-seams, then, after Rob had tucked it into the waistband of his pants, Jeff fixed it so that a little of it bloused gracefully over the beltloops. He stepped back and studied the boy critically.

"Roll the sleeves up a little and I think you're ready to kill the ladies tonight."

Rob was strangely flustered at Jeff's compliments, his skin still tingling from where he'd touched him. "Thanks, Jeff."

Jeff smiled and gave him a spontaneous hug. "No problem." He whirled about and again dove into his suitcase, picking out a shimmery silver shirt and a pair of red leather pants. He showed no hesitancy as he ripped off his clothes and redressed in his chosen outfit. He went to the mirror and checked himself out, picking up a brush and vigorously pulling it through his hair until it nearly crackled and gleamed. He turned and handed Rob the brush. "You finish getting ready and I'll call and see where the guys are going tonight."

Rob took it and listened to Jeff calling a couple of his friends as he swiftly brushed his hair into a semblance of order. He looked at the few bottles on the dresser, picking up one in the shape of a horse. He opened it and sniffed, quickly closing it as the scent nearly overwhelmed him. He picked up another one in a more subdued bottle and cautiously sniffed. He liked the light musky aroma and surreptitiously dabbed a little onto his wrists and the hollow of his throat. He wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, but he'd seen women put it there at department store perfume counters when his mother dragged him shopping with her. He set the bottle down fast when he heard Jeff hang up the phone.

"Well, it looks as if we're on our own tonight," he announced, coming up behind Rob and placing his hands amicably on Rob's shoulder. He leaned forward, sniffing the air. "Looks like you got into the cologne, eh?"

Rob wished he wouldn't blush so much, seeing the red sweep up his cheeks to his hairline in the mirror. "Sorry. I didn't mean-"

Jeff rested his chin on Rob's left shoulder, watching them both in the reflection. "Forget it. I don't have any problems with you wearing my cologne."

So that's why the scent was so familiar. Rob's fingers gripped the edge of the dresser as Jeff continued to stand behind him, their heads side by side, Jeff's green eyes half-lidded with an unfathomable expression in them. Rob remained still, not really wanting to break the contact.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Jeff asked abruptly, his fingers massaging Rob's shoulders slightly.

Rob cleared his throat before answering. "N-no."

"Why not?" Jeff asked, rubbing his chin back and forth across the silk. "You like girls?"

Rob was finding it difficult to think coherently with Jeff doing what he was doing. "Er, yeah, sure."

"Then why doesn't a great-looking guy like you have some pretty girl?"

Rob wasn't certain, but was that Jeff's hips pressing into his ass? "Well...I-I dunno."

"Do you like guys, then?"

Rob could only stare at him stupidly through the mirror. "Huh?"

"I mean, do you get turned on by guys?"

"Um, no."

"Are you sure, Robby?" Jeff questioned, lightly gliding his hands down his arms, twining their fingers together before pinioning them to the dresser top. "I mean, are you turned on by me?"

Rob thought his heart would climb up his throat and throttle him, he was so nervous. "I-um-well..."

Jeff gave him a lazy smile, bending forward a little, forcing Rob to bend too. "Does this turn you on?" Jeff proceeded to undulate his lower body against him, hips grinding seductively into him. Rob moaned as he felt the front of his jeans grow tight and uncomfortable with his arousal.

"Mmmm, tell me, Rob," he whispered in his ear, his warm, moist breath tickling his skin most disconcertingly. "Are you turned on? Am I making you hard, baby?"

Before Rob could even attempt to respond, Jeff released one of Rob's hands and reached around to cup the front of his pants, emitting a soft sound of satisfaction. "Ooooh, what's this?"

Rob jumped at Jeff's boldness, squirming just the tiniest bit in his grasp. "Jeff..."

"What is it, babe?" he crooned in Rob's ear, gently palming him, flicking his tongue out to taste the tender hollow just below his ear. "Remember in the dressing room? Remember when I stood in front of you naked? Did you want to touch me? Hmmm, like this?" Jeff slid his hands up to caress Rob's abdomen through the silk of his shirt, then up to roll his fingers over the swiftly hardening nipples.

Rob gasped, his nerve endings singing with the stimulus. His head fell back, resting on Jeff's shoulder, his eyes squeezed tightly shut in pleasure.

"That feel good?" Jeff whispered sibilantly, suddenly straightening and turning Rob around to face him. "I bet this will feel even better." He cupped his jaw, leaning forward to brush his lips against his, lightly wetting them with the tip of his tongue. "Open up for me, honey," Jeff murmured, pleased when Rob obliged instantly. He sealed their mouths together, thrusting his tongue into the younger boy's mouth, exploring slowly and thoroughly, growling deep in his throat as Rob's arms tentatively crept around his neck. "mmm, I've been wanting to do that all day."

Rob was surprised. "R-really?"

Jeff smiled, tracing Rob's lower lip with his thumb. "Oh, yeah. It was all I could do to keep my hands off you on that beach."

Rob was speechless. He could only blink in amazement.

Jeff eased away from him, walking over and picking up his wallet and keys. "We'd better get going if we want to get some good partying in."

Rob was majorly disappointed. He would have liked to see what happened between them. Jeff saw his expression and laughed, wrapping an arm around his companion's shoulders, steering him out the door and to the elevator.

"We have plenty of time for that later. Matt's staying with Lita tonight, so we'll have the room to ourselves."

"Matt...and Lita?"

Jeff snickered. "Yeah, who woulda thunk it? After all, she used to be my girlfriend a couple of years ago."

"You're kidding?" Rob asked, beginning to regain his wits.

"Nope. Come on."

They rode down in the elevator and out to the rental car.

*****

They arrived at a small club called Deep Blue C. Rob was surprised when he was allowed inside without being asked for his ID. The place was dim with loud, bass-driven music that seemed to reverberate through his bones. Jeff pointed to a table halfway around the little dance floor. Rob nodded and they made for it, snaking through the gyrating bodies and flailing limbs. As they settled themselves, a waiter approached.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Jeff didn't take his eyes from the dance floor as he ordered a rum and coke.

"And you?" the waiter asked, his pen poised over a pad, not looking at him.

Rob was unsure of what to say.

"He'll have a strawberry margarita," Jeff interceded, glancing at Rob with a slightly quirked brow. The waiter nodded, scribbling quickly and retreated to the bar.

Rob stared after the waiter, astounded that he'd not asked for his ID.

Jeff reached across the table and gently pressed a finger beneath his chin. "Close your mouth, baby," he chuckled. "you might catch something in there."

"You mean, they're gonna serve me...?"

A dimple flashed as Jeff smiled. "Yeah. I've been here a couple times before I actually became legal a few months ago. The trick is not acting like you're underage. If you carry yourself like you have a right to do something, people most likely won't question you." Jeff jumped up, grabbing Rob's hand. "C'mon, darlin', I feel like dancing."

Rob felt himself being swallowed up by the jumble of waving arms, swaying hips and writhing torsos. He lost Jeff every few minutes, the crowd separating them, but he always reappeared to grin at him, his eyes bright with excitement and enjoyment, his hair whipping about his shoulders, becoming wet with his exertions.

A new song began, a slow, primal beat that seemed to vibrate in Rob's back teeth pleasantly. He turned to leave the floor, thinking that Jeff would follow, but instead, Jeff grabbed his shoulder and spun him around and into his arms, walking backwards to the middle of the floor. The lights dimmed even more and colorful strobe lights began to pulse and whirl, throwing the area into sharp relief, only illuminating the floor in flashes. Jeff pulled him close, sliding his hands beneath his arms and locking them in the small of his back. He could feel Jeff's body undulate against him, his hips subtly rocking back and forth, making Rob moan softly as he felt himself getting aroused again. Jeff leaned forward and whispered for him to put his arms around his neck and relax. He tried, looping his arms over Jeff's shoulders and laying his head on his chest. He knew he should feel more embarrassed by this public behavior, but strangely enough, he didn't much care what they looked like. All he cared about was the heat emanating from Jeff's body, the silk of his hair sifting through his fingers, the way he smelled...

It took a while for the two young men to realize that the song had ended. Jeff slowly disengaged himself, taking his hand and leading him back to the tables, where their drinks were waiting. Rob took a tentative sip and found it tasted like candy. He took a couple of quick gulps.

"Hey, watch how fast you drink that, hmm?" Jeff cautioned, sipping from his own glass, toying with the little straw. "You're not used to it, so take it easy, okay?"

Rob nodded, already feeling the effects of the rum, suddenly recalling that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. Jeff signaled the waiter and ordered poppers and chips and salsa. When they arrived, they wolfed them down, Jeff laughing at the way Rob huffed and puffed when he took a bite of a popper and found that it was hotter than he expected. He took a big swallow of his drink and returned to the jalepeno and cream cheese snack. After they were done, Jeff ordered another round of drinks. They danced some more...and drank some more, steadily becoming giddily drunk, laughing at everything and nothing at all.

Finally, Jeff called it quits and they left the club, the crisp night air sobering them a little. Jeff wondered aloud whether they should call a cab back to the hotel, since he'd been drinking. Rob shrugged and told him whatever he decided would be cool with him. Jeff decided to chance driving and they returned to the hotel with no mishaps.

They rode in the elevator up to Jeff's room and tumbled inside, giggling like schoolgirls. Jeff sprawled himself across one of the beds and sighed. Rob sat on the edge, looking down at him with a small smile. This had been the best day of his life and he just didn't want to see it end.

"Robby, c'mere," Jeff commanded in a low, slightly slurred voice. Rob climbed on the bed and lay next to Jeff, their fingers instinctively twining together. They remained silent for a very long time, staring at the ceiling, each lost in their own thoughts.

Abruptly, Jeff rolled onto his side and rose up on one elbow to look down at Rob. They gazed into each other's eyes for a pregnant moment.

"I've been trying to figure out what color your eyes are," Jeff murmured, a finger caressing the boy's jawline to rest at his chin. "First, I thought they were blue. Then I thought they were brown. Now, they're hazel. You've got quicksilver eyes."

Rob blushed, jumping when Jeff lowered his head to take a closer look.

"I can see flecks of green and yellow, too. Beautiful."

Thank you," Rob mumbled, a little embarrassed. "I like your eyes, too."

Jeff smiled faintly, his gaze dropping to Rob's lips, where he'd flicked his tongue out to moisten them.

"Are you a virgin, Rob?" Jeff asked suddenly, his fingers fiddling with the top button of Rob's shirt.

Rob blinked. "Um..."

"Never mind," Jeff said, deftly slipping the buttons out of the holes and sliding his hand inside to explore the smooth warmth of Rob's chest.

Rob drew in his breath sharply at the feel of Jeff's fingers circling a nipple, plucking it until it was hard and sensitive. He did the same with it's twin, never taking his eyes from Rob's.

"You like this, baby?" Jeff whispered, grazing a thumbnail over the tight nubs.

Rob moaned and nodded, beginning to feel his insides melt and quiver as his nerve-endings came alive. He thought he'd fly apart when Jeff bent his head and began laving the hard peak, spiraling the tip of his tongue around it, gently scraping the edge of his teeth over it. He arched helplessly, his fingers entangling in the multi-colored hair, mumbling unintelligibly.

Jeff swiftly divested Rob of his clothes, yanking off his own shirt and tossing it to the floor. He rolled over Rob, rising to straddle the younger boy. He started to massage his shoulders and chest in firm rotations, rubbing his palms over the pebbled nipples and working his way down. He gasped at the feel of Jeff's jean-clad ass gently grinding into his throbbing groin.

"That feel good, Rob?" Jeff whispered, leaning forward just enough for the ends of his hair to tickle over Rob's chest and abdomen. "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" Jeff encircled Rob's shaft, lightly trailing his fingers up and down the hardened length.

Rob bucked upward, whimpering as sizzling sparks of pleasure shot through him. He involuntarily parted his legs further, in which Jeff took advantage and slipped his other hand down to cup his balls.

"Mmmmm, that's it, babe," Jeff cooed, tightening the hold on Rob's cock and stroking it more firmly. "You're so hot, Rob. So hard in my hand." Jeff stripped off his pants and stretched out over Rob, tilting his hips rhythmically into him. "Can you feel how hard I am?" Jeff murmured, catching Rob's lower lip between his teeth, tracing the full line of it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking softly. "You make me so hard, baby," he said, moving lower to lick the underside of Rob's chin, lightly scraping the edges of his teeth along the tender cord of his throat, chuckling softly at the tremors that shivered through the younger boy. He grasped one of Rob's hands and drew it down to settle on his stomach, pressing it there for a moment.

"touch me, Robby," he hissed under his breath, nudging his fingers around his pulsing shaft. "Mmmm, stroke my cock...yeah, like that..."

Rob hesitantly slid his hand up and down the hard length of Jeff's rod, watching the way Jeff's eyes grew dark and heavy-lidded with pleasure, his head rolling to the side, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth. It was all he could do not to embarrass himself and come right then.

Jeff gently brushed Rob's hand away and rose up onto his knees again, trailing nipping kisses down his chest and stomach. Rob moaned as he darted his tongue in and around his navel, exploring the soft skin covering his hipbones.

"Spread your legs wide for me, baby," Jeff urged, the backs of his fingers caressing the vulnerable inner thighs. When Rob had obeyed, Jeff leaned back, studying Rob carefully, a low smile quirking his full lips. He hunkered down and blew a steady stream of warm air on the tip of Rob's straining shaft, flicking his tongue out to collect the pearly drops of moisture gathered at the small slit. He enclosed the head in the heated depths of his mouth, giving a low hum of satisfaction when Rob cried out in surprise. He barred an arm across his hips to hold him still as he tickled the flat of his tongue down the underside, tracing the throbbing veins, softly mouthing his balls before inching him down his throat.

The sensation of being surrounded by sucking wet heat was incredible to Rob. He squeezed his eyes shut as pinwheels of colored light sparked and sizzled, his body nearly thrumming with the intense pleasure. He was unaware of the kittenish mewling sounds he was making, his fingers clenching and relaxing on the bedspread, body straining and writhing. He nearly yelped and hit the ceiling when he felt Jeff slowly work a slick finger into his tightly puckered anus.

"Mmmm, you're so hot and tight, Robby," Jeff murmured huskily, squirting a little more of the lube he'd retrieved from the nightstand onto another finger, easing it inside, cautiously stretching him open. "Just relax, okay baby? I'm gonna make you feel real good."

Rob squirmed in discomfort at the unfamiliar sensation, but tried to do as he was bid. After a few minutes, the discomfort faded to be replaced by a prickling heat that rippled up his nerve endings. When Jeff simultaneously sucked strongly on his cock and brushed against his prostate, he gasped and bucked, feeling as if he were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.

"Good...that's it...yeah, that feels good, doesn't it, baby."

Jeff's deep drawl and thrusting fingers elicited whimpering moans from Rob, his head tossing back and forth on the bed in torment. Jeff clasped the root of his cock, deftly keeping him from spilling as he worked his fingers a little faster, curling them so that they rubbed firmly over Rob's G-spot until he was panting with need, wordlessly begging for fulfillment.

Jeff watched him closely until he judged that Rob was ready, then removed his hands, squeezing more lubricant into his palm and coating his shaft thoroughly. He slid his knees beneath Rob's thighs, forcing them wider, causing the knees to bend up, the soles of his feet planted on the mattress. He guided the thick head of his cock to Rob's entrance, exerting a steady, firm pressure until he could feel the tight hole slowly engulf him. He paused, scrutinizing Rob's feature's for any signs of pain.

"You okay? Am I hurting you?"

Rob's eyes fluttered open to see the concern in Jeff's expression and he touched Jeff's cheek lightly. "I'm fine. Don't stop, please."

Jeff's dimple flashed again before he lowered his head to capture his lips in a long, heated kiss. He inched deeper, groaning at the snugness surrounding him. When he was fully sheathed, he just lay still for a while, stroking Rob's neck, pressing moist kisses to his shoulder. When Rob began to wriggle beneath him, he crooned unintelligibly, soothing him with light caresses.

"Shhh," he whispered, nuzzling his ear. "I just want to savor being inside you for a minute.

Rob quieted with difficulty, the insistent throb of his need making his breathing harsh and shallow. His hands moved restlessly on Jeff's back and arms, his body unable to quell the shudders of pleasure spiking through him with each pulse of Jeff's shaft inside him.

"Ooooh, you feel so good, Robby," Jeff moaned, turning his head to lick a path from throat to jaw. "Does it feel good to have my cock buried in you, Rob?" he rasped. "Tell me, baby."

"Jeff, please."

Jeff smiled against the other boy's neck, pleased at the blatant need in his voice. "You want me to fuck you now?"

Rob nodded vigorously, his fingers clutching the other man's shoulders. "Yes...please...I want you."

With infinite care, Jeff began to move, withdrawing almost completely before gliding back in, the exquisite friction making them both groan in response. He rocked in and out in a steady, sensual rhythm, chuckling breathily at the way Rob arched and mumbled incoherently in delight. He softly growled in his ear, inducing an even stronger reaction from him.

"How does it feel to have my cock buried inside your hot little ass, Robby," Jeff moaned, rising onto his elbows to sink deeper, his tempo increasing, as well as the force. He reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Rob's shaft, matching his strokes to his quickening hips. His words began to break up into grunts and hissing sighs, the sound of Rob's panting whimpers spurring his desire higher.

"Oh, shit, baby," Jeff groaned, unable to stop himself from pounding into Rob now, the sound of their flesh coming together loud in the room. "Oh, God...yessss...feels so fucking amazing..."

Rob curved against Jeff, meeting his powerful plunges eagerly, begging for Jeff to hurry. "Fuck me, Jeff," he cried, nearly screaming as Jeff wrenched his legs up over his shoulders, slamming into him so hard that he was forced a few feet across the bed. "Yes...yes...I'm gonna come...please, Jeffy...fuck me...make me come!"

Jeff's pumping increased in intensity, until with a roar of triumph, Jeff exploded into Rob, gratified to hear him yell his own release, his back bowed upward as he spurt his seed into Jeff's tugging hand. He convulsed uncontrollably, feeling as though he'd pass out with the strength of his orgasm. Both of them strained against each other, milking one another dry before collapsing to the bed with breathy laughter.

"Holy shit, that was fuckin' hot," Jeff gasped, easing out of Rob and rolling onto his side.

Rob could only nod in agreement, unable to catch his breath. He watched in fascination as Jeff lifted his hand and slowly licked his fingers clean of Rob's come, incapable of tearing his eyes away from the lazy, feline gleam in Jeff's mellow gaze. He swallowed hard as Jeff licked his lips with obvious relish before leaning down to clean his stomach. When he was done, he pulled him into his arms, tucking the top of his head under his chin.

"Get some sleep, darlin'," Jeff murmured drowsily. "I want to play with you some more later."

Rob flushed at Jeff's words, burying his heated face against the other man's chest, sighing as he felt the tug of sleep drawing him down.

They fell into a heavy slumber, wrapped tightly in each other's embrace.