"When we're done, will you fuck me?"

Eli's eyes widened, but not because of the implications of the question it seemed. He lowered his gaze and for a moment, he was still.

Robbie hated the stillness and the sudden anxious look in Eli's eyes. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," Eli interrupted. "Thing is…" His voice trailed off and he laid his head on Robbie's chest, "I get tired."

"I'm sorry." The last thing Robbie wanted to do was to remind Eli of his illness or the lack of energy he said he sometimes felt. "I didn't mean—"

"No," Eli said with simple finality. He raised his head and locked gazes. "Give me an hour or so to recover then believe me, I would like nothing better than to get inside you." His voice was curiously husky. "First though. You in me. Now."

Robbie felt tension slip and it was replaced by the same arousal he had been feeling on and off ever since he met Eli. Just the man's voice was enough to send shivers down Robbie's spine and when they kissed it was as if they had never stopped to talk. With a practiced twist Robbie had Eli on his back and there it was, his body laid out for Robbie to mark and use and love.

Dusk was darkening the room a little, blurring the edges, making every single touch and sigh more intimate and immediate. Robbie reached for his own lube—he wanted to do this right—Eli simply spread himself and tilted his hips in invitation.

Robbie sat up with his knees between Eli's legs, took the head of Eli's cock into his mouth, and the taste and weight of this man was perfect. Closing the gap between mouth and root with his lubed hand, he set up a rhythm that he knew could get Eli off if they wanted to. He stopped when moaning and pleading turned to little more than shallow breathing and tension made Eli's thighs rock solid. Taking his lubed hand to Eli's ass, he pressed there and pushed inside. Just one finger. Enough to spread lube inside and crook to touch the nerve-filled sensitive channel. Eli moaned and Robbie felt Eli's fingers grazing Robbie's lips and pressing inside his mouth.

Robbie groaned at the feeling—of Eli touching himself while Robbie was tasting—and he couldn't bring himself to tell Eli not to touch his own dick. The way this was going Eli was going to come hard and fast without Robbie even getting a look in. That was fine. Impossibly, it was evident he was really only focused on Eli, which was a new sensation. A second finger joined the first with his thumb pressing the taint between ass and balls. The pressure there was evidently an overload as Eli turned from merely breathing to guttural begging. The lube was slippery slick and he pushed a third finger deeper inside Eli. God, Robbie wanted inside and he wanted it now. Lifting his wet lips from the end of Eli's cock, he left with a broad swipe of his tongue across Eli's hand and to his balls—Eli's ass lifted off the bed, giving Robbie the best view he had ever seen. Eli was begging and twisting his head as Robbie pressed the P-spot and sent Eli higher. Eli's hand was closed around his own dick but he wasn't moving his hand, simply pressing it flat against his hip bone. Robbie hurriedly rolled a condom on himself, hissing when the touch of it against his sensitive skin nearly made him come there and then.

He moved until his knees supported Eli's upper thighs, and with no words he pushed the broad head of his dick against Eli's slippery wet hole. The pressure was intense and Robbie saw Eli shut his eyes.

"Sorry if I hurt you." He groaned as he pushed through the ring of tight muscle and beyond.

"Not… hurting…" Eli muttered. His face screwed up with concentration and Robbie waited until the expression eased. When it had he pressed forward and finally, when Eli's body allowed him to, he was balls deep in the sexiest man he had ever seen. Eli groaned and opened his eyes wide.

"You need to move," he said.

Robbie looked into his beautiful green eyes and then to his hands gripping the white sheets tightly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Get on with it, you fucker," Eli griped.

Robbie chuckled and pulled out a little before pushing back in. Gently he continued to do this until he saw Eli's breathing settled into a rhythm he could match. This wasn't going to take long. Robbie leaned over as best he could to kiss. He loved kissing while fucking. It meant he was close enough to taste Eli and hear the delicious sounds he was making.

Orgasm twisted low in him. The tingle of being so near and edging, then pulling nearly out and waiting was as near damn perfect as anything.

"I need…" Eli said around the kisses.

"What? What do you need, Eli?"

"Harder." Eli's hand was running the length of his dick and pre-cum lightened the end as he drew his fingers up and over.

Robbie was happy to comply and he shifted slightly so he had a steady base. Moving this way meant he could go deeper, harder, push more. The pace was punishing and the sweat he had worked up outside with the horses was nothing on the sheen of moisture on his and Eli's skin. A minute, nothing more, and Eli arched with a muffled shout and was coming across his belly with Robbie following soon after from the delicious tensing of Eli's muscles around him.

For a second they stayed still, blue gaze meeting green, and the high of orgasm thick in the air. As he softened, Robbie gripped the end of the condom and dropped it to the floor by the bed. He could deal with it in a minute when he actually had some energy.

Still panting heavily, he slumped to one side and moved his hands above his head.

"Fuck, Eli," was all he could manage.

"That was…" Eli was boneless, sprawled over his half of the bed with a blissed-out expression on his face.

"Best. Sex. Ever," Robbie replied. He was not lying. He couldn't remember feeling as wiped out and high when he'd had sex. Eli begging and pleading and then having him writhing under him had literally blown his mind.

"Not sex… I love you," Eli murmured.

Robbie couldn't help tensing at the words. Love is dangerous. It makes you plant roots where maybe you don't want any.

"Don't say things like that," Robbie half whispered.

"You can't stop me from saying I love you." Eli sounded incredulous. "Doesn't matter what you think back, I just want you to know that I want more of this. I don't just want sex."

"I'm leaving at the end of the season." Robbie kept his thoughts to himself about whether or not he could bring himself to leave the Double D, Eli or no Eli. "No point in making plans and promises past Christmas."