INVOLVED — Robert Robertson / Mecha Man x Waterboy
SYNOPISIS — It’s after hours, everyone’s home or at some bar, but Robert is left behind because of work and Waterboy, who stays behind most times, is doing his nightly clean.
TAGS — Inexperienced Top Waterboy, Experienced Bottom Robert
A/N — Don’t mind the small comment(s) I make in between scenes, i genuinely couldn’t contain my excitement while writing this. Also I wrote this last semester during finals so if it’s rushed just bare with me I needed something to get me through it all, but uummm ENJOY
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It was well past closing at SDN. The office lay in silence, cubicles abandoned, monitors dark, the hum of fluorescent lights the only reminder that the building still lived. At his desk, the only sounds made were the frantic scratching of Robert’s pen. He massaged his temples, staring at the file labeled ‘Invisigal.’
Okay..Okay she’s improving.. I guess?
A sudden clatter broke the quiet, followed by a timid, wavering “sorry!” Robert’s head lifted. Peaking over his cubicle wall, across the room, Waterboy wrestled with his bucket, a fresh puddle already spreading around his shoes. He bent quickly, mop in hand and cheeks burning as he tried to quickly clean it up.
Robert exhaled, a patient, quiet sigh. Focus. He reminded himself, fully sitting back down in his seat.
For the next hour, it was a symphony of clumsy chaos: the slosh of water, the squeak of wet soles on floor, the occasional hiccup that sounded like a backed-up drain. Robert worked through it all, unbothered. He’d grown used to Waterboy’s clumsy rhythm—it was just who he was.
He finished the last line on Invisigal’s form, stood and filed it neatly on Blonde Blazer’s desk. The office was.. Quiet? And pristine.. unusually so. No new puddles. No trail of damp chaos. He roamed the empty cubicles, his eyes scanning the floor. Nothing. Then, near the break room , he finally saw them again: a trail of damp, giant footprints. He followed them til it led him to the door, standing before the vending machine, a tall frame hunched in frustration. The tall figure loomed awkwardly, shoulders tight, and cheeks flushed pink as he tried to feed a limp, soggy dollar into the slot. The paper hung limply from his fingers as he tried, and failed, and tried again to feed it into the slot.. And failed.. Again.
Robert chuckled softly watching his attempts. Slowly, he approached, placing a steadying hand on the taller man’s shoulder from behind. Waterboy jolted, small droplets of water trickling from his ginger hair onto the back of Robert’s hand. “Easy there,” Robert murmured, his voice calm, almost amused. His free hand reaching for his back pocket. “Here.”
“Oh.. n-no it’s okay— I- Sir.. Robert. I’ll just.. I can just- Maybe I’ll try and dry it off,” Waterboy stammered, his soppy fingers twisting his already-damp tie.
“It’s fine. The least I could do for the quietest hour I’ve had all night, right?” Robert teased, flipping open his wallet.
Immediately, his smile faltered.
Of course he thought. Every cent Robert’s had has been put into his suit.. He was still relatively new to the job so he wasn’t getting paid anytime soon. Robert palmed his forehead with a self-deprecating laugh. He looked up at Waterboy’s hopeful, apologetic face and chuckled. “Sorry, kid. I’m broke. Better option? Let’s just dry it off.” He took the damp bill, placed it in the microwave, and set it for a few seconds. They both stood in silence, watching the bill spin under the light.
Once it was dry, Robert made sure to insert it himself this time, the fidgeting ginger hovered close, towering him as he did so. Robert looked back, his head looking up just slightly. “Know what you want?” Waterboy eagerly nodded, his long arm reaching over Robert as he pointed to the fruit snack in the machine. Robert smiled, nodding as he pushed the numbers for him. “Great choice.”
Robert stepped off to the side as the vending machine captured and dropped the preferred snack, allowing waterboy to get it out himself. “There ya go bud, enjoy”
“You’re the b- Thank you you’re very kind.”
His wet fingers and clothes slipped right through the slot in the vending machine, grabbing the fruit snacks. Robert trailed over to the coffee machine, he needed to stay awake long enough to get back home. As the coffee beans began brewing, filling the air with that nutty bitter aroma robert leaned against the counter, his arms folding over his chest as he watched waterboy sit at the table, struggling to open his packet with his slippery fingers.
Without thinking, robert leaned up off the counter, and walked by waterboy. He’s cute he thought, stopping beside him. Robert held his left hand out in front of the awkward guy, using his right hand to gesture for him to put the packet in his hand. Water boy couldn’t keep his cheeks pale if he wanted to, immediately he placed his snack in robert’s hands.
Robert used the fold of his shirt thats usually never even tucked in to dry it before tearing it open himself and handing it back to the ginger. “There ya go”
“Thank you si— Thank you Robert”
“It’s no problem” Robert replied calmly before walking back over to his coffee, grabbing and rinsing a mug as he made his drink to his liking. Once he finished he went and sat beside waterboy at the table, watching as he ate each individual gummy one by one.
Waterboy who noticed Robert’s eyes on him looked in a circle, before looking back at robert. His hand suddenly reaching out, gummies in hand as a silent offer of some of his snacks. Robert chuckled before blowing on his coffee and taking a sip, putting it down to then taking a gummy out and eating one himself.
“O-of— anytime!” Waterboy responded.
After blowing and taking another sip of his coffee, Robert put his cup down. Looking at the time on his watch and then back at waterboy. “I didn’t know you stayed so late, do you usually do this?”
“Oh, yes, uh—I do go home momentarily to make sure Grandma has—takes her medicine. I feed the cats and I—well, I come back here," he replied, his hands fidgeting with the bag his fruit snacks laid in.
"But why?" Robert asked, tilting his head slightly. "You don't have anyone—well, aside from your grandmother—waiting for you? Any plans?"
Waterboy shook his head, looking at Robert and shrugging his shoulders. "I—well, no." He reached his hand behind his neck, scratching it awkwardly.
Robert traced the rim of his mug with his index finger before humming lightly, an understanding hum. "Well I’m not sure if Beef counts so, I mean, same," he responded, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He shrugged before picking up his mug and sipping from his coffee. "Not interested in going to the bar with everyone?" Robert asked after setting his cup back down.
Waterboy’s gaze remained down at his fruit snacks, crinkling the package. "It's not my—it's not really something that I do—not something I've done," his voice lowering as he admitted it.
"You don't go out to the bar? Like at all?"
Waterboy shook his head, seemingly melting into his big shoulders as if trying to shield his large body from what he thought was the embarrassment of appearing "lame."
Robert raised an eyebrow, but his expression remained neutral—curious rather than judgmental. "Huh." He took another sip of his coffee, the silence stretching just long enough to feel heavy. "Well, you're not missing much. Overpriced drinks, a brawl somewhere in a corner, and Flambae and Prism butchering 'I have nothing' by Whitney Houston for the one-hundredth time this week."
Waterboy's lips twitched, a smile forming as he tried to not to laugh too hard at the thought of that.
Robert set his mug down, leaning back in his chair. His tone softened, losing some of its usual edge. "But I'm guessing it's not just about hating bars."
Waterboy's fingers froze on the crinkled package. His shoulders tensed, and for a moment, he looked like he might retreat entirely into himself.
"It's okay," Robert added, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm not trying to give you shit or anything. Just... wondering."
Waterboy's jaw worked like he was trying to force words out, but they kept getting stuck. Finally, he exhaled shakily. "I've never... done any of that stuff." His voice was barely above a whisper. "The drinking. The—the drugs people talk about sometimes. None of it."
Robert said nothing, just nodded slightly, giving him space and allowing him to talk at his own pace.
"And I've never had..." Waterboy's face flushed deep red, and he couldn't meet Robert's eyes. "A girl—boyfriend—anyone. I've.. I’ve never had anyone like that."
Robert's expression didn't change. No pity, no surprise. Just steady attention.
"I've never kis—n-never had someone put their mouth on mine." The confession spilled out in a rush now, like a dam breaking. "Is that pathetic? that's—that's pathetic, right?”
"Hey." Robert's voice cut through his spiral, firm but not harsh. "Stop. You're not Patheic. Don't say that about yourself."
Waterboy finally looked up, Robert leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Look, everyone moves at their own pace with this stuff. There's no fucking instruction manual, no matter what anyone tells you." He drummed his fingers once against the table. "And for what it's worth? Half the people at that bar aren't exactly living their best lives either."
Waterboy swallowed hard, his throat tight. "But you've—you've probably..."
"Probably what?" Robert asked "done all that stuff? Yeah, sure. Doesn't mean I'm some expert or anything" He picked up his coffee again, then paused. "And it definitely doesn't mean there's something wrong with you for not doing it."
The kindness in Robert's voice—unexpected, unguarded—made something crack open in Waterboy's chest. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep his composure.
"I-i just feel like I'm..." Waterboy's voice wavered. "Like I'm missing something. Like everyone else got some kind of handbook and I just... didn't." Robert was quiet for a moment, studying him. Then he set his mug down with a soft clink. "You want to know something?"
Waterboy nodded hesitantly.
"Most people are just pretending they know what they're doing," Robert said, his tone matter-of-fact. "They're all just as confused and fucked up as everyone else. They're just better at hiding it." He paused, then added, "And honestly? You have someone you care for, you have a job and you’re living. That's not nothing. That's actually pretty decent."
Waterboy's eyes stung. He looked down quickly, blinking hard. Robert cleared his throat, as if suddenly aware he'd gone on yet another “inspirational” rant Blonde Blazer’s always talking about. "So, uh... is it that you haven't wanted to, or just haven't had the chance?"
"I don't know," Waterboy admitted quietly. "Both? I-I get nervous around people. I don't really know how to... how to talk to them. Not like that."
"Like..." Waterboy gestured vaguely, his face burning. "Sweet talk—flirt. I wouldn't even know where to start."
Robert tapped his fingers against his mug thoughtfully. "Well, it's not rocket science. You just... talk. Be yourself. Though I guess if you're anything like me, 'being yourself' means occasionally saying the wrong thing, offending them and then having to apologize later."
Waterboy let out a weak laugh despite himself.
"But seriously," Robert continued, his voice gentler now. "There's no rush. No timeline you have to hit. And anyone who makes you feel bad about it isn't worth your time anyway." Waterboy nodded slowly, still not quite able to meet Robert's eyes.
"I just... I feel like I've missed out on so much. Like I'll never catch up."
i wish i had a bag of chipsssuhhh
Robert was quiet for a long moment. Then, almost carefully, he asked, "Is it something you want? To... have those experiences?" Waterboy's breath caught. He looked up, meeting Robert's gaze for the first time since his confession. "I—yeah. I think so. I just don't know how."
The air between them shifted, charged with something unspoken. Robert held his gaze, something thoughtful and uncertain flickering across his face.
"Well," Robert said slowly, "maybe you just need someone to show you it's not as scary as you think."
Robert was quiet for a long moment, they both were. Robert’s fingers drumming against his mug as he remained in thought. Then he let out a breath—not quite a sigh, but close.
He set his coffee down with a decisive clink and pushed himself up from his chair. "Here," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, as if he were briefing a mission route rather than... this. Waterboy's eyes widened, and he immediately pushed his chair back.
"R-robert.. What are you—"
Robert muttered, already climbing onto the table. He settled himself in front of Waterboy, adjusting until he was at eye level. For once, he was looking down instead of up. "Come," he instructed. His voice steady, demanding, and gentle. Waterboy pulled his chair in hesitantly, the legs scraping softly against the floor.
“Closer” Robert instructed.
Waterboy pulled his chair almost all the way in, his knees under the table a tad bit, leaving room on his lap incase Robert wanted to come down.
His hands moved instinctively to Robert's thighs, but he retracted them almost immediately, folding them awkwardly in his own lap instead. For the first time, Robert was taller than him—a shift in their usual dynamic that made something flutter in both their chests.
"Your hair is really nice"
Robert murmured, reaching out to run his fingers through the damp ginger strands. He traced the pieces that fell behind Waterboy's ear, his touch gentle and exploratory. His hand traveled down the side of Waterboy's face until his palm cupped his jaw, thumb coming to rest against his wet pink lips.
Robert's thumb outlined them slowly, then pressed against the moisture. "You weren't kidding," he said softly, a hint of wonder in his voice. "Everything really is wet."
He looked down at Waterboy's flushed, glistening face while Waterboy stared up at him with those wide, uncertain eyes—like a lost puppy waiting for direction. The sight sent heat coursing through Robert's body.
"Maybe we can start off simple," Robert suggested, his voice dropping lower. "Like a peck. That good?"
Their first kiss was brief—just a gentle press of lips. Waterboy's mouth was wet, soft, and warm against his own.
Robert pulled back slightly, offering an encouraging smile. "See? Not too scary, right? You'll be a pro in no time." He paused, studying Waterboy's expression. "Maybe we can try an actual one though?"
Waterboy's breath hitched, but he nodded.
"Follow my lead, alright? Take your time."
The second kiss was deeper, real. Their lips moved together slowly, pressing and releasing in a gentle rhythm. Robert could feel Waterboy trying to find his footing, mimicking the movements with uncertainty. After a moment, Robert pulled back just slightly, their faces still close, and spoke with patience.
"You can do it, just... just part your lips a bit. Think you can do that for me?" The request, whispered against his mouth, was a gentle command. Waterboy nodded slowly, his gaze locked on Robert as his lips parted.
"That's it. Just like that."
Robert leaned in and kissed him again, closing his eyes as he did. The sound of their wet kisses filled the quiet break room, intimate and raw. His arms draped over Waterboy's shoulders, hands sliding up into the damp hair at the back of his head before moving to his neck and jaw, guiding him through each kiss.
Robert's jaw moved gently as he kissed the wet ginger, feeling his own cheeks begin to heat. Everything about Waterboy felt so fresh, so pure—it reminded him of rain.
Waterboy's hands clenched the fabric of his own thighs as Robert's fingers rummaged through his hair. His hands opened and closed, grasping at air, completely unsure what to do with themselves. They moved from Robert's thighs back to his own lap, gripping his pants nervously. Robert felt the fidgeting and laughed softly, pulling away from the kiss and leaning back.
Waterboy blinked, a fresh wave of pink flooding his cheeks. He’d ruined it. He was sure of it. "I'm sorry, I—what do I—what do, uh... what do people usually do with their hands like this? The people that are being kissed?"
He took Waterboy’s bigger, nervous hands in his own and firmly wrapped them around his own waist. “Sometimes this works.”
Waterboy's face went scarlet as he felt how small Robert's waist was beneath his hands. "Are—are you sure? This is okay?"
"Yes, it's perfectly fine. Don't worry."
He's cute, Robert thought.
After the confirmation, Waterboy's grip around his waist became firmer. Robert straightened his back in response, a slight blush crossing his face as he became acutely aware of how big Waterboy's hands were.
"C-continue?" Waterboy asked softly.
"Yeah? You wanna keep going?"
"I-if it's okay, yes I would—I would like to?"
Waterboy looked up at Robert as he sat on the table in front of him. Robert looked down at that cute, awkward face, and a chuckle escaped his lips.
"Yeah, we can. Just... let's try something a little different this time, yeah?"
Waterboy nodded immediately, ready to obey whatever Robert needed him to do. Robert's gaze dropped to those wet lips, unwavering. "Part your lips again for me."
"And just stick your tongue out a bit."
"It's okay, I know. Don't worry," Robert interrupted, looking into his eyes before dropping his gaze back to his lips. "You can do it." Waterboy did as he was told. A slick, pink tip emerged, trembling slightly. Without hesitation, Robert leaned in to kiss him, and their tongues collided. Waterboy's tongue tasted inexplicably of sweet, tropical fruit snacks, a shocking contrast to the bitter coffee on Robert’s. It was a deliciously confusing mix.
Waterboy couldn't help the muffled whimper that escaped as Robert continued to explore his tongue with his own. Immediately, Robert felt Waterboy's hands withdraw from his waist, returning to stack awkwardly on his lap as if to cover his stomach. A small trickle of water escaped the corner of Waterboy's mouth, but Robert didn't pull away. He applied a hint more pressure, moving his lips in a slow, deliberate glide, their tongues meshing and creating wet sounds that echoed through the break room.
Robert could feel his own face heating up as their flavors mingled and Waterboy continued to whimper into the kiss, his folded arms pressing down firmer on his lap each time Robert’s tongue slid against his.
"There you go," Robert murmured between kisses.
"That's a good boy. You're really fucking good at this, huh?"
His tongue trailed from Waterboy's tongue to his lips, licking up the water there before following the trickle down the side of his mouth. Then he dove back in, continuing the deep kiss, tilting his head slightly to push his tongue even deeper.
Waterboy's mouth remained open, his eyes closed as Robert devoured him. His heart raced, his face burned red, and all he could feel was himself growing harder in what suddenly felt like a latex suit. The water seeping from his body made his clothes stick to him—not good in a situation like this. His arms continued to pressed against himself, covering how hard he'd become. He couldn't help himself.
Robert was making his tongue feel so good.
Waterboy whined into the kiss as he tried to conceal the length under his arms. Robert calling him a good boy lingering in his mind still, and the slide of Robert’s tongue that remained an erotic friction was overwhelming. He felt like it was all short-circuiting every one of his thoughts.
Finally, Robert pulled back, licking the water from his own lips. Waterboy's lips were wetter than usual—swollen and red from the deep kisses. He looked more of a wet mess than normal. Waterboy looked away immediately, panting as gently as he could. "See? You're a natural." Robert couldn't help but notice the way Waterboy's arms pressed down on his lap, his arms were practically nailed to his groin.
"What's the matter? Are you okay?"
Waterboy nodded, words struggling to escape his swollen lips. "I... yes, um—" Robert couldn't contain the blush forming on his face. He understood what had happened, but he wanted to hear him say it.
“It's okay. You can say it, Herman. Use your words. Tell me what's wrong."
Waterboy's body shuddered for a split second hearing Robert say his name. He looked up at him, his eyes slightly glossy and his cheeks pink. "It's... I'm—it's... it's hard. I—I don't... I don't mean to be gross, I—" He looked down. “You're not gross. It's a normal bodily function." Robert rubbed his ears, then his cheek, and finally his chin, stopping there and pulling his head up gently. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I... I can help you with it, if you'd like."
Slowly, fluidly, Robert slid off the table and settled directly onto Waterboy’s lap. The new position was intoxicating. Suddenly, waterboy was looking down at him, the power dynamic shifting dizzyingly. Robert left enough space for his hands to still cover his bulge.
"You want to show me?" Robert asked.
Waterboy bit his lip, looking away before meeting Robert's eyes again. “It's okay. You don't have to be ashamed." Robert rested his hand on the taller man's arm before slowly pulling them, one after the other, off his lap. He maintained eye contact the entire time, checking for any sign to stop. Waterboy's body was getting hotter and hotter. He looked away immediately, biting his lip harder before using his hand to cover half his face.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. It's normal."
Robert kept his gaze on Waterboy's face, watching him cover it. Being this close to him really allowed Robert to see his facial features up close. God, he's so cute, he thought before allowing his gaze to trail downward, over the heaving chest, down to the formidable bulge now clearly outlined against the sopping wet fabric of his pants.
Robert’s own breath hitched. It was… big. Impressively so. The sight sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his own groin. He forced himself to look back up, not wanting to embarrass him any further. Instead, he pulled Waterboy’s hand from his face and captured his mouth in another deep, claiming kiss.
"It's okay. Don't be nervous," Robert murmured between kisses. "Is it okay if I touched you?" Waterboy nodded hesitantly into the kiss, his nerves skyrocketing as his body heated up and his heart pounded.
Robert allowed his left hand to return to Waterboy's hair, allowing it to drape over his shoulder’s again while his freed right hand began moving down his chest. The wet clothes were glued to him like a second skin, outlining not only his arousal but his nipples as well.
Gently, Robert leaned up and slowly licked Waterboy's lips before his finger slid down his chest, thumb rubbing gently against one hardened nipple through the fabric.
Waterboy's breath caught in his throat. His mouth opened wider as he began breathing heavier, small whimpers escaping his swollen lips. Robert licked his own lips at the reaction.
Waterboy's eyes closed tightly as he nodded, his body trembling as Robert continued.
Robert's index finger joined his thumb as he began to pinch Waterboy's nipple through the skin-tight fabric.
"Hng..." Waterboy whined, squirming in the seat as Robert squeezed his nipples firmly.
He tried to speak through the foreign feeling, but Roberts inconsistent squeezes on his nipple made him swallow his broken protests. Waterboy squirmed again, his hips making a more deliberate, thrust seeking jolt this time. Feeling his own control fraying, listening to his whiny, helpless sounds, Robert grunted. His left hand abandoning the back of his head and joining the right on his chest, playing with both nipples now, pinching and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.
Waterboy got louder, his cries less stifled. His hips began a slow, shallow rhythm, thrusting up into the air, into the weight of Robert on his lap, lifting him slightly with each movement.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Robert groaned
The sound of his whines and movement of his hips made Robert hungry for him. Abandoning his nipples, robert’s hands made their way back into his hair. Tangling his fingers in it until he had a good grip of his wet hair, tilting Waterboy’s head back. He leaned in and licked the droplets of water as it trickled down his neck.
Waterboy started to shake. He’d never felt anything like having his neck licked before. A soft moan escaped him every time Robert’s warm tongue touched his skin, and his legs felt like they might give out.
“Robert…” he breathed out, his voice shaky.
Robert’s tongue moved from his collarbones, up to his Adam’s apple, and all the way to his chin. Freeing one of his hands, it slid down and pressed against the hard shape in his wet suit. Waterboy winced and moaned as Robert started to rub him, his hips starting to move on their own, pushing against Robert’s hand. Robert let out a low groan and gently bit his neck, leaving little red marks on his pale skin.
Desperate little cries came from his lips as Robert bit him, his hips still moving desperately. His eyes were half-lidded and glossy, completely lost in the feeling. After the bite, Robert started kissing his neck, moving down to the zipper of his suit. He used his teeth to slowly pull it down, just enough to show his pink nipples.
Right away, while his hand kept rubbing him through the suit, Robert started licking one of his nipples. A jolt went through Waterboy’s whole body, and he whined, feeling his dick twitch in Robert’s hand. Robert’s other hand moved from his hair down to his other nipple, gently pinching it.
Waterboy covered his mouth, trying to stay quiet, but the harder Robert squeezed and bit, the louder his noises got.
“Oh, you like it when it hurts, huh?” Robert teased.
Waterboy’s face burned. His eyes squeezing shut before a shudder ran through his body as Roberts experienced hands toyed with his body. He couldn’t look. The sight of his own body reacting this way was too much. The need he felt was too much. His hips moving upward gently, in desperate rolls. He wanted more. More pressure, more friction. More of anything Robert would give him.
Robert noticed. Of course he did. A hungry vibration leaving his throat as he licked his lips again. “Look at you” he said, watching how desperate waterboy had become. He stopped palming his length and instead zipped his suit down further. He continued until he saw the ginger bush that sat at the base of his arousal. It was laid across his lap so it wasn’t too hard for Robert to get it out. Reaching his hand past his bush, Robert pulled his hardness out. He knew it was big but in his hands it felt even bigger.
Waterboy winced, and flinched at the feeling of someone’s hand on his length. His cock twitched in Roberts hand violently. He couldn’t take his eyes off the wet pole that Roberts hand barely fit around. Without thought he started thrusting upward into Roberts hand desperately, his sounds that of a whimpering puppy who just didn’t know any better. Pathetic.
“That’s it, just like that.” Robert coaxed, watching as he chased a release in his hands, his own body moving up and down with each thrust. It was so hot. Moving his other hand from Waterboy’s nipples, Robert unzipped his own slacks, pulling his own hardened pole out through his pants zipper and allowing it to rub against Waterboy’s. The length difference was evident and the sight turned Robert on even more. Robert’s hips moved up and down, with the rhythm of waterboy’s thrusts, rubbing his length against the bridge of waterboy’s. The wetness..The heat.. Fuck.. His breaths were shallow and his cock twitched against waterboy’s own.
“You.. You feel so good..” Robert choked out, his words barely audible.
Waterboy was gone. Entranced. The visual of their two cocks rubbing together, one dominating the other, the wet sounds that came from it, the heat built from their shared arousal, and Robert’s breathy grunts. He could already feel something building up. His stomach was in knots and his body was overly warm. It was all so overwhelming for him and he just wanted to burst. He wanted to let it all out.
“hah.. hah.. hah..” He grunted out with each thrust upward. The pace of his bucking hips quickened ever so slightly, thrusting a bit faster against Roberts arousal and in his hand. Roberts other hand rested on his shoulder as he leaned in, panting. Rubbing harder against Waterboy’s stick.
Robert could feel himself slipping into ecstasy, he could feel his release approaching. But before he let the feeling build too high, an idea crossed his mind and he stopped, removing his hand. Waterboy whined in protest, his hips stuttering in mid-air, lost. His eyes half lidded, his cheeks a bright red and lips still pink and swollen from their earlier session.
“You’re all wet.. we should really put that to use” Robert said, taking both of waterboy’s bigger and wetter hands and wrapping it around both their heats. Robert’s body trembled feeling his wet and warm hands wrap around their cocks entirely. Something he couldn’t do. They both trembled. Words were impossible. Robert just leaned in, crushing their mouths together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, bracing his arms on Waterboy’s shoulders as he began to fuck up into that incredible wet grip.
Robert couldn’t help the grunts and moans that emerged shortly after his hips started going. Waterboy, who kissed back also began thrusting again. Their cocks rubbed against each other while trapped between waterboy’s large wet hands. The sounds were obscene. Wet smacks of lips, slick squelches of flesh, their choked, mingled moans. Their mind hazy as all they could do was desperately chase the release that continued to build. Immediately, waterboy mumbled between the kiss, his voice cracking, unsteady.
“nngh.. I-I’ll.. Robert I’ll-…”
Robert, too lost in the feeling, somehow managed to let words out of his own. “M-me too… Fuck- Its okay, let it out-“ He moved impossibly closer, his cock harshly rubbing against waterboy’s wet shaft as he chased his release.
“T-together” Waterboy pleaded. “Mm~ Please..Together” he whined. His begging filling the room.
Robert nodded, panting heavily. “Hn.. O-okay.. Together” he managed to breathe out. Waterboy’s desperate please and shared urgency to finish made Roberts control shatter. He couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling waterboy’s hand and shaft made him weak. His cock pulsated feeling waterboy’s do the same and within the next second they both came.
Waterboy shook violently, his back arching in the seat, pushing his chest against Robert’s. His cum shooting out, fueled more by water and squirting onto the stomach of Robert’s button up. The sight of it fueling Robert’s own release. His head fell back and his warm release began oozing out.
Waterboy whined as his fluid shot out, covering the buttons on the stomach of Robert’s shirt. His body pulsating from what seemed to be the very first time he’d came. Tears pricking at his eyes as he’d done so. Robert fell against his wet shoulders, both heavily panting.
Feeling Robert leaning against him like that, Waterboy removed his hands from around their cocks and wrapped them around Robert’s waist instead. He couldn’t believe Robert was laying on him so casually like this. He couldn’t believe any of this had happened, really.
Waterboy enjoyed the feeling of Robert’s warm, dry body against his wet skin—it was comforting. Was this what intimacy felt like? His body felt light after finishing, and Robert’s weight on top of him made it feel even better. Grounded. He found himself rubbing his hands against Robert’s sides without thinking, looking down at the brown-haired man who didn’t seem to care how wet he was. Robert just laid there so comfortably, and it made Waterboy feel a weird flutter in his chest.
Robert seemed spent after helping him experience something like this. And suddenly, all Waterboy could think about was returning the favor. The need was almost overwhelming—he wanted to make Robert feel good too. He wanted to make him weak, undone, the way Robert had made him. He wanted to give him more, so much more. Robert deserved it for being so patient, so gentle with him.
The thought alone made Waterboy’s chest tighten with something desperate and hungry. He needed to do good, to be good enough to make Robert feel the way he’d just felt. A pink blush spread across his face as he thought about it. His spent cock gave an interested twitch at the thought, and suddenly he was hyper-aware of every inch of Robert’s body pressed against his.
He looked down at Robert, still resting his head on Waterboy’s shoulder, and his hands moved of their own accord. Still caressing Robert’s side and back before they hesitantly slid down lower. Waterboy’s gaze followed the path of his hands, lingering on the curve of Robert’s ass as his fingers came to rest at the top of it. It made his breath catch. He wanted to make Robert feel good. He wanted to prove he could. He wanted Robert to think he was good… a good boy.
“R-Robert…” he said, almost inaudibly, his eyes already looking away before Robert could even sit up.
“Hm? You okay?” Robert sat up on his lap, looking at him.
Waterboy hesitantly looked back at him. “Yeah—yes… it’s just, I… I want to say thank you?”
Robert couldn’t help but let out a light laugh—not to mock, but because he’d never really had a sexual interaction like this. “You’re thanking me for helping you cum?” Waterboy turned his head in embarrassment. “I think so… yeah?”
Robert laughed. “Yeah, sure. Of course.”
Waterboy was quiet for a moment before he looked back over at Robert, like he had more to say. Robert tilted his head slightly. “Come on, spit it out.” Waterboy looked off to the side before speaking. “It’s just—well… you made—you helped me to, um—you helped me feel good… and I just…” Waterboy’s voice became more urgent, almost pleading. “I would like to—I want to return the favor.” He looked at Robert, his gaze unsteady.
Robert didn’t know what to say initially. He scratched the back of his head before finally speaking. “Yeah? You sure? You want to keep going?” Waterboy’s eyes seemed to brighten the moment Robert said anything other than no. He nodded eagerly, almost desperately. “Please.” There was a pathetic kind of desperation to his voice, a vulnerability that made it clear this wasn’t just about reciprocation—it was about needing to give back what he’d been given.
“But you did, we finished together. Your hands made me feel good.” Robert replied.
“Then I want to make you feel better,” Waterboy argued, his grip on Robert’s waist tightening slightly, possessive and wanting.
Robert felt his face flush, and before he knew it, Waterboy had leaned in, pressing their lips together. His kisses were sloppy, inexperienced and just terrible. Robert chuckled, gently pushing back. “I thought I taught you better than that. Come on, part your lips a little,” he told him, and Waterboy listened. Doing as he was told and parting his lips. Robert leaned in, kissing him deeply as their tongues met once again.
Waterboy tried to deepen it, wanting to explore Robert in return. His hands hesitantly traveled further down, cupping his ass. Robert arched his back slightly in response, their tongues moving together. Robert used his hands to unbutton his shirt and remove it, breaking the kiss briefly. Before he knew it, Waterboy was standing, holding onto him by his ass as he did. He gently set Robert on the table, his own suit falling down to his ankles as he moved.
Waterboy’s hands nervously traveled from Robert’s ass to the buttons of his slacks. He fumbled with the buckle, opening his pants and freeing his cock. They were both fully hard and breathing heavily. Robert spread his legs, pulling Waterboy closer between them. It had been a while since he’d had sex, especially with another man. He knew he’d need to warm up first.
“Can i— M-may.. touch you down here?”
Waterboy asked, hands running down Robert’s thighs as he settled between his legs. Thinking he meant his dick, Robert nodded into their kiss. Eagerly, Waterboy’s fingers moved past his balls, trailing down to his ass. Robert’s eyes shot open, his face burning hotter than it had all night. “W-wait— hng…” His body jerked as Waterboy’s fingers brushed against his hole. It had been so long since anyone had touched him there.
Robert started breathing heavily into the kiss, and Waterboy blushed at the reactions he was getting out of him. “T-tell me what to do,” Waterboy said.
Robert bit his lip, his face already flushed. “Put it in…”
Waterboy’s cock twitched and he felt warmth pool in his stomach. Using his free hand, he lifted Robert’s leg and bent it back on the table for easier access, then slowly slid his wet finger inside.
Robert gasped, his whole body jerking in response. He couldn’t help the moans that escaped afterwards. His hands immediately wrapped around Waterboy’s wrist as the finger started moving slowly in and out. Robert shook, his legs wanting to close from the feeling.
Waterboy couldn’t take his eyes off him. He couldn’t believe he was the one making Robert feel good like this. He watched Robert’s facial expressions, his free hand moving down to his own cock. He started slowly stroking himself while watching Robert, drawing a moan from his own throat. “L-like this?” he asked breathlessly.
“ngh.. j-just like that” Robert managed to get out before he started moving his hips against his finger. So hot Waterboy thought as he sped up his hand on his cock.
“Fuck… Faster,” Robert said to him. Without thinking, Waterboy’s finger moved faster inside Robert. He whined, his hands coming up to grip Waterboy’s shoulders.
Robert could feel himself getting close and immediately grabbed Waterboy’s wrist again. “W-wait… wait—”
Waterboy stopped immediately, looking at Robert with concern. “Did I do something wrong?” Robert shook his head. “No, you didn’t. I just don’t want to cum from your hands a second time,” Robert said. “Fuck me instead.”
Waterboy’s mouth went dry for the first time in forever as he listened to Robert’s command.
He nodded, carefully sliding his finger out as Robert leaned back against the table, spreading his legs. Waterboy’s face flushed red. He couldn’t believe Robert was spread open like this in front of him. He could see everything—his hole, his hard cock, his flushed face, his hard nipples. He could cum just looking at him. Shakily, Waterboy positioned himself at Robert’s entrance, his hands and cock twitching with anticipation as he lined himself up.
Robert’s body shook. He wanted it so badly, couldn’t wait to feel it inside him. Waterboy began pushing forward, his tip entering slowly and steadily. So warm… so tight… His legs started trembling at the feeling around his tip, trying his hardest not to cum on the spot. He pushed in inch by inch.
“D-does it feel okay, Robert?” Waterboy asked, seeking reassurance that he was doing good. Robert, feeling too much to speak, just nodded and moaned. He hadn’t been fucked in a while and he could feel every inch of Waterboy’s cock filling him up. He grunted as Waterboy pushed one inch at a time.
Finally, Waterboy was fully inside, and they both froze for a moment, breathing hard. Waterboy’s whole body trembled with the effort of holding still, not wanting to hurt Robert but desperate to move. “You can move,” Robert finally gasped out, his voice shaky. “Just… start slow.”
Waterboy nodded, pulling back carefully before pushing back in. The feeling was overwhelming—Robert was so tight and warm around him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “Like this?” he asked, establishing a slow sloppy rhythm.
“fuck- y-yeah.. just like that” Robert’s head fell back against the table, his hands gripping Waterboy’s arms. “Just like that… you’re doing so good…”
The praise made Waterboy’s cock twitch inside him, and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped. He kept the slow pace, watching Robert’s face for any sign of discomfort, wanting so badly to make him feel good.
“Faster,” Robert breathed after a moment, his hips starting to move to meet Waterboy’s thrusts.
Waterboy picked up the pace, his inexperience showing in the slightly uneven rhythm, but Robert didn’t seem to care. His moans got louder, his body arching off the table.“Am I—is it good?” Waterboy panted, his own pleasure building fast. “Tell me if I need to—”
“Don’t stop,” Robert cut him off before taking one hand and reaching down to stroke his own cock. “Don’t fucking stop… you feel so good…”
Before he could think, Waterboy’s hand caught Robert’s wrist, gently pulling it away and replacing it with his own grip. “D-do you like this?” he breathed, his strokes matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Does it feel good when I— when i touch you here too?”
Robert looked up at him, nodding, his eyes glassy and unfocused. His body jerked with each thrust, mouth falling open. “Yes—fuck, yes…” he gasped, his breathing ragged as Waterboy’s wet hands tugged on his dick while he fucked him.
Roberts fucked out look sent waves of heat through Waterboy’s body. He was doing this. He was making Robert look like that. And he wanted him to give him more.
“Can I—” Waterboy’s voice was breathless. “Can I try something?”
Robert nodded, and Waterboy carefully lifted Robert’s legs, hooking them over his shoulders. The new angle let him push in deeper, and Robert gasped, his whole body jerking.
“Oh fuck—” Robert’s gaze dropped between them, watching where they were joined, seeing how full he was.
Waterboy started thrusting again, slower at first, testing the new position. But deeper—so much deeper. He watched Robert’s face, nervous and excited. “Is this okay? d-does it— am i still doing good?”
“yes..” His voice broke on the word. “f-fuck yes…” Robert’s legs were already shaking against Waterboy’s shoulders, the angle hitting something inside him that made his vision blur.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
Waterboy thrust deeper, more confident now, his hands gripping Robert’s thighs to hold him steady. “Like this?” he panted. “A-Am I doing it right?”
“Perfect… you’re perfect…” Robert moaned, one hand reaching down to stroke himself. His legs trembled harder with each thrust, barely able to stay up on Waterboy’s shoulders.
Waterboy’s pace started to pick up, his hips snapping harder against Robert. He was losing himself in it, in the desperate need to make Robert feel good. “Am I doing a good—please tell me…” he gasped out, his voice breaking. “Hng… please tell me I’m doing a good job…”
“s-such a good job” Robert’s back arched off the table, his hand moving faster on his cock.
Waterboy adjusted slightly, angling his thrusts, and Robert cried out. “hng- right there, right there. so good.”
“Right here?” Waterboy asked, hitting that spot again. “Does it feel good right here, sir—Robert…?”
“fuck, yes, keep going just like that—”
Waterboy leaned forward, putting one leg up on the table for leverage, practically laying against Robert’s chest with his legs still hooked over his shoulders. The new angle let him fuck into Robert even deeper, harder, and Robert’s arms immediately let his free hand come up to wrap around his head, pulling him close. His other still stroking his dick.
“So good… you’re doing so good for me…” Robert panted against Waterboy’s ear, and Waterboy whimpered at the praise, his thrusts becoming more desperate, more frantic. “I need—i want to be good…” Waterboy moaned, his whole body trembling. He could feel it building, that pressure coiling tight in his stomach, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.
“I’m sorry—I’m… I can’t hold it. Hng—I’m sorry…”
“I-it’s… mmph..it’s okay,” Robert gasped, his own hand working frantically on his cock. “Let it out… I want you to cum… i want to feel you cum inside me…” Waterboy thrusted harder, deeper, chasing both their pleasure. Robert’s legs were shaking violently against his shoulders now, his whole body tensing.
“I’m close… I’m so close…” Robert moaned, and Waterboy could feel him tightening around him.
“Please… please let—let me make you feel good…” Waterboy begged breathlessly. “I-I want to make you cum… please…”
Robert’s orgasm hit him first, his back arching as he came over his own hand and stomach with a broken cry. The feeling of Robert clenching around him, the sound of his moans, sent Waterboy over the edge. He thrusted deep one final time and came with a choked sob, spilling inside Robert as his whole body shook.
“such a good boy,” Robert breathed, rubbing the back of waterboy’s head gently. “you did so well for me..”
Waterboy whimpered at the praise, his hips still jerking with aftershocks as he buried his face against Robert’s neck, breathing hard and trembling.
Waterboy fell into Robert’s chest, panting. His erection going limp inside of Robert before he pulled out. His juices leaking out of him and onto the table. Robert weakly rubbed against his damp hair, caressing him gently, both panting heavily.
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