Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Corcoran is mine.
A/N: I have absolutely no excuse for why it took me so long to update. I'm really hoping updates won't take so long after this point but I seem to be failing on keep that promise. There's lots of sex in this chapter with a little plot. Enjoy.
Face pressed against Robert's neck Bryan took a deep breath. Waiting was proving to be almost impossible, the hard press of his cock against his slacks and Robert nearly shattering his control. He shifted slightly, easing some of the pressure even as he took another deep breath, relying on his physical training to relax, dulling the knife's edge of release he was balancing on.
Tongue flicking out he tasted sweat and the slight tang of cologne. The wet touch sent a shiver down his lover's spine and he kissed his way up, catching a lobe between his teeth, biting down gently. "Please."
It was so odd to ask, but it had to be done. He had never had to ask to touch before, knowing well what his other partners had wanted. But he had never felt this odd blend of tenderness and possessiveness with anyone else and he wanted Robert's permission, needed to know he was wanted.
Pulse racing Robert nodded, stomach quivering as Bryan's hand slid lower. He couldn't stop his hips from jerking as calloused fingers trailed down his length, a groan spilling from his throat as a large hand cupped him.
Kissing Robert's neck Bryan slid his arm off lean shoulder and reached between them, undoing his pants with one hand, his other hand still on his partner, barely moving over the hard flesh. Even as he pushed his pants and underwear down he could feel the head of Robert's cock slightly damp against his forearm and it was exhilarating.
Applying a little more pressure to the flesh under his hand he continued to feather kisses over pale skin as Robert's legs instinctively parted to allow him more room to move his hand. He skimmed his free hand back over Robert's hip, fingers hooking under the edge of clothing. "Pants."
Another nod and Bryan worked Robert's off. The moment the fabric pooled on the floor he moved around his partner and took his mouth in a kiss as he maneuvered them towards the bed, keeping in close contact.
Robert jerked when he felt the bed against his knees, oblivious to the fact they had moved. He had been distracted by the warmth of Bryan's skin against him, the press of a hard cock on his stomach.
Feathering a soft kiss to the corner of Robert's mouth Bryan eased him down to the bed, hands gliding over soft skin. With a flick of tongue he pulled back, kneeling between slightly parted legs to look at Robert.
Pale flesh sheathed lean muscle and Bryan couldn't help but run his hands over the finely muscled body, feeling Robert respond to his touch. He thumbed a nipple, noticing the way Robert's eyebrows drew together at the touch.
Robert's eyes were closed, his head turned to the side, almost as if Bryan's touch was too much. And as much as he wanted to see the dark eyes Bryan didn't push the fact. It was arousing to know Robert trusted him enough to close his eyes.
Leaning up he kissed Robert's cheek before trailing lower, lips never leaving pale skin. He laved both nipples with his tongue, rolling them between his fingers before he moved lower, tongue gliding over quivering muscle. Kissing Robert's stomach Bryan rubbed at his lover's thighs, trying to get him to relax.
His soft touch seemed to do the opposite and he felt Robert tense. He slid up Robert's body, hands cupping his lover's face. "Relax."
Pressing kisses to Robert's face Bryan smiled when he felt some of the tightness ease from the lean body under his. He stroked a hand over smooth skin, brushing a nipple with his finger. Hand curling over Robert's hip, thumb rubbing over the sharp arch of bone he tugged gently. "Roll on your side."
He moved as Robert did, reaching over the side of the bed to find the small bottle of lubrication he had in his pants pocket. Opening the lid he squeezed some on to his fingers before spooning tight behind the older teen, sliding his left arm under the pillow. With careful movement he trailed the back of his hand over Robert's hip, trying to ease the older teen into his touch.
Feeling the tension in the older teen's body Bryan pressed a kiss to the bare shoulder in front of him. He brushed his fingers, slick with lube lightly over the head of Robert's cock smirking when his hips jerked, telling him how much his partner wanted this.
Scrapping his teeth over pale skin he wrapped his hand around the older teen's member, not moving, just feeling the weight and heat in his palm.
They remained that way for long moments, neither moving, trying to regain their bearings. Once Robert's trembling had ceased Bryan moved, hand sliding over soft skin, squeezing softly, breathing harsh as he took in his lover's breathless sounds. The way the older teen's hips thrust into his hand and back, against his own engorged cock.
Pressing another kiss to the soft skin he closed his eyes, knowing that if he could see Robert he would lose control and this was supposed to be for him. He paused for a moment in his movement, thumb tracing the circumference of the head and over the slit, pulling out a bitten off curse.
Lips brushing over Robert's shoulder Bryan slid a leg between his lover's pushing up, snugging his thigh against Robert's scrotum, the gentle pressure causing his lover to jerk in his arms.
"Calm Robert. I promise it'll be good." Increasing the press of his thigh Bryan resumed stroking his lover's cock, hand twisting just under the flared head on every upstroke.
Bryan continued to press light kisses to Robert's shoulder as he stroked, his body sensitized to each jerk of the lean form in his eyes. Rocking his thigh up he flicked his thumb over the ridge just under the head and Robert was coming, his moan low and breathy, stuttering in the middle.
Nuzzling Robert's neck he gave last stroke to his lover's cock before wiping his hand on the sheets.
Bryan wrapped his arm around Robert's waist, drawing him away from the wet spot. Once he was content they were far enough away he cupped his hand over Robert's quiescent cock, fingers spread to support his lover's testicles.
He quickly lost track of how long they lay there, his own cock still hard. It was a minor matter, the need to come not as pressing as it had been. Just lying with his lover as a warm loose weight in his arms was nearly enough.
A warm, hesitant hand found his hip and he smiled against Robert's shoulder. The hand drifted lower, fingers brushing his cock and he couldn't help it when his hips jerked. The touch retreated briefly before coming back, fingers curling around, testing his response.
He allowed several strokes before he caught Robert's wrist and returned it to the front, pressing it into the bed.
"But-"
Freeing Robert's hand he reached up and cupped his chin, turning his head for a kiss. He kept it languid and easy, tugging gently on his lover's lower lip as he broke the kiss. "I didn't expect anything. This was for you." He trailed his hand down Robert's body, fingers curling lightly around his softened cock. "Wanted my touch to be familiar."
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Robert wasn't sure what time it was when he woke, just that faint sunlight was slanting across the floor. Not quite ready to get out of bed he burrowed further under the blankets, freezing when he felt a hand stroke down his back. Warm lips brushed over the back of his neck and he relaxed, eased by the odd tenderness in the gesture. Bryan was a warm presence at his back, close enough to touch but not pressed against him, giving him room if he needed it.
He was grateful for the space, but didn't feel like it was needed. If anything, he wanted that closeness, wanted the intimacy. Some time in the night the last of his inhibitions and worries about Bryan and the direction of their relationship had disappeared, leaving behind only a deep sense of contentment. The hand settled on his hip and stroked causing arousal to coil in the pit of his stomach.
Memories of the night before came back, spreading warmth through his body. The feel of Bryan against his back, warm fingers wrapped around his erection, the overwhelming pleasure of release. He shifted back, feeling Bryan's hand slid off his hip, fingers curling around his cock and he couldn't help but thrust into the light touch.
Nuzzling at the fine hairs on the back of his lover's neck Bryan pressed a kiss to soft skin. "Morning vlyubleyennost. I'm glad to see you've gotten over jumping out of bed after waking up."
He didn't give Robert a chance to answer, bringing his lover to climax with ruthless efficiency. Curling tighter against the older teen he dozed off, hand lazily stroking Robert's thigh.
A knock on the heavy bedroom door jerked Bryan back to awareness and he made to move, only to be stopped by Robert's hand light on his wrist.
"Easy falke. Just Gustav with some bad news I'm sure." Climbing from the bed Robert slid a heavy maroon robe on, tying the belt tightly. Normally he didn't mind being interrupted for business matters but this was different.
Robert pulled the door open a bare crack, cursing the fact his bed was in direct sight of the door. "Yes?"
Gustav frowned at his employer, eyes narrowed. "There is an important matter in England that needs to be dealt with immediately. I have already called the pilot to have the jet prepped."
"Of course. Get any of the paperwork I might need together and I will be down in forty-five minutes." Closing the door he glanced back to the bed where Bryan hadn't moved, his breathing deep and even. The urge to slip back into the bed and curl back up against Bryan's warmth was strong but the responsibility for his family's business was more important than pleasure at the moment.
Moving back to the bed he reached out and raised Bryan's hand to his lips, brushing a kiss over the scarred knuckles. "Stay."
Suddenly overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings for the cracked, sarcastic teen in his bed Robert took a deep breath and gently set Bryan's hand back on the bed, fingers tangling briefly with his lover's before he withdrew. He had to leave before temptation won out.
Settling deeper into the bed Bryan closed his eyes and slid a hand under the sheets. He could hear the water in the shower and it was easy to imagine the warm water sluicing over his lover's lean body. Tracing a scar on his stomach Bryan slid his hand lower, fingers just lightly stroking over his cock.
Even listening to Robert in the shower was enough to stoke his arousal. Hovering on the edge of climax he watched through hooded eyes as his lover came out of the bathroom. He knew Robert was watching him as he dressed and he shifted, pushing the sheets down lower.
"I'm starting to see the downside to being the kept lover of the rich and powerful."
Robert knelt on the bed next to his lover. "Believe me, I would much rather stay in bed with you falke."
Feeling bold he dragged his fingers over the edge of Bryan's collarbone and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the hollow at the base of the pale throat. He drew back, warmth suffusing his body as he looked at his lover.
Pale eyes were hooded, bright with desire. Bryan's lips were curved in a soft smirk, the lines of his face showing his affection. The dark sheet was pushed low, exposing the curve of Bryan's left hip, the fine fabric doing little to hide the bulge of his arousal.
Robert eased off the bed, fighting the urge to continue touching and picked his bag up. "I can't imagine I will be gone more than three days. There is little doubt in my mind that this is a matter that has been blown out of proportion like usual."
Rolling his hips, a movement that caused the sheet to slide down he smiled at his lover. "No rush." He rubbed at his stomach, fingers dipping under the edge of the sheet. "I'm thinking I might take a short trip back to Moscow; see how everything is going with rearranging Biovolt."
"Of course. There will not be any problems with you taking any of the cars. I have made Gustav well aware that he is not allowed to harass you in any way. Have a good day Bryan."
The moment the door had closed behind his lover Bryan rolled over and buried his face in the pillow Robert had used, hand curling around his cock, thumb slipping over the head. It was easy to recall the warmth of Robert against him, to remember his lover's broken cry as he'd come. Five strokes later, teasing the slit on each upstroke and he was coming, muffling his groan into the pillow.
Wiping his hand on the sheet he rolled onto his back, not trying to fight the lassitude spreading through his body. It was tempting to just settle back into the fine sheets and sleep, to bask in the warmth of the budding sexual intimacy between them. He had never wanted to stay in his partners' beds after sex and had jumped out of Tala's bed moments after climax. Even if anything had ever happened with Kai he probably would have done the same thing. Now he just wanted Robert back in bed with him, wanted to spend another night with him.
Breath catching in his throat Bryan sat up, Tala's words from months ago echoing in his ear. "Fuck Tala, you were right.