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Robbie always liked to see himself as a master of opportunity!
A cunning man who grasps every moment he could and twists it into some sort of profit!
A dude who never refused a dance with chance!
A boy who would always offer himself up as a fuck toy when his buddies desperately needed a fix.
OK.
Maybe the last one wasn't true. But that didn't mean it had to remain that way!
See, Robbie had gotten to spend a lot more time with Beck now that the final breakup between said Beck and Jade had been brought to fruition.
There'd been no screaming, no slammed lockers, no drama. Just a quiet, almost silent end to their years' long relationship; so solemn indeed that the crew had split almost naturally to become a group that hung out in pairs or trios but never more than that.
It was in the middle of their senior year so while it was sad they couldn't hold on together for just a little longer, Robbie knew it would have been worst in the end if they; as a team, hadn't ended before the final break, the real cut-off...
Graduation.
As for him? Robbie would have been fine if after leaving Hollywood Arts his only friends remaining from that time were Cat or Andre.
But then Beck made an actual effort to maintain their relationship... which surprised him.
Sure, Beck had never taken his popular status with the ladies and used it against him or anyone else but Robbie didn't forget the facts of the world. The fact that in comparison Robbie was a loser; a nerd, while Beck was just... Incredibly well-loved and super HOT, a practical polar opposite of him.
It'd been a few months now.
A few months of coming over to Beck's trailer and chilling out with the guy and the shock tends to wear off; especially when Robbie had seen Beck in lounge mode.
That was; the wrinkled pajamas he'd apparently been wearing since Sophomore year, an impressive ability to hold an ungodly amount of snacks in his stomach and the lazy way he flung his body across his sofa in a manner that gave an impression limbs were no longer a concern or consideration.
Robbie realises Jade may have been a lot nicer than they thought for never revealing this side of Beck.
Though, she could have just felt what Robbie did.
While it wasn't an enchanting image of a cassanova in his natural habitat - i.e his ' pimped up' trailer - it was cute seeing Beck this way.
Right now Beck had at least five runaway popcorns on his shirt and another on his pant leg. There were a dozen on the floor already from when Robbie tried to throw them in the air and catch them in his mouth.
They were watching some comedy on his laptop. Beck chose sitcoms sometimes but he only ever responded to them passively and shoved more food into his mouth. It was almost like he was giving the shows pity laughs.
His laptop goes to an AD block and he sits up to grab another flavor of popcorn while it runs.
They were unlucky enough to get TRIPLE ads and even a laidback Beck groans at this.
…Then his eyes widen when the third one comes on; a true whiplash from a commercial about Frosted Flakes to the one that begins to play.
'Hey you! Are you looking for a lady like me?!?' A busty girl in a bikini yells in the advertisement. 'Then come to TheS-Word. com and you'll find live cams of girls as hot as me showing ALL of this!' The girl teases taking off her swimsuit top. "And even this!' A clip compilation of a bunch of girls having sex VERY loudly begins after her intro.
The advertisement had no skip button but Beck manages to frantically pause it after a few attempts.
….They probably should have just watched something on YouTube.
Then again, this usually would have been a situation 'The Boys ™' would have just laughed off. Or, If they were of the less civilized variety, even exclaimed about. The women in the advertisement were quite sightly after all.
Yet, Beck looked more nervous than Robbie had ever seen him; aside from those rough moments with Jade and, that one time he couldn't sleep because of a cricket in his trailer.
As far as Robbie knew there were no crickets around now and Beck looked like he was close to having a breakdown.
It was this close to not making any sense - shit happened and Beck was usually so calm and collected about when it did - but then it clicked for Robbie when Beck glanced over to him, their eyes catching for a moment.
Beck was horny.
It was something Robbie kept in the back of his mind, tucked far away but... He remembered the many, multiple clips he'd gotten of Beck trying to get Jade to sleep with him in the most random of places for that stupid 'undercover' Robarazzi show he'd done ages ago when he was still so young and desperate for clout. Robbie had only posted one of them but they'd gotten at least five clips of it. Beck always caught the cameraman before anything went down - an effect of the filmer's heavy breathing; but the look in Beck's eyes now were similar to those shots. Near Identical actually.
The poor dude, Robbie sympathized.
Beck must have spent many years warm and content inside of Jade at night. And now it'd been so long without that. A man with his libido was probably suffering. He might've even used his hands many times in some desperate attempt to quell the desire but what he really needed was a hole to fill, someone to bend before him.
Robbie scoots over wordlessly. It was awkward and he swallows spit before his next move.
Beck wasn't the kind of person who'd use someone. He wouldn't seek to find one of the many girls who was keen on him, and take her to his bed.
So Robbie would showcase himself as a kinder option.
Subtly.
After all, he still wasn't even sure Beck was into dudes no matter how many times Beck saw Jason Derulo and exclaimed, "Now that's a beautiful man!"
He places his hand high up on Beck's leg, caressing his inner thigh with a thumb intentionally. But only once. His grip was loose enough to easily be pushed away.
Instead of that, though, Beck just looks up at him in stunned silence before asking, "You serious?"
"Yeah. Totally. Whatever you need!" Robbie affirms.
"But... aren't you?" Beck's voice gets lower even as his eyes fuse with excitement.
"Aren't I what?" Robbie asks in confusion. Beck practically whispered it like it were a secret that they were both meant to know of just by his change in tone.
"A virgin?"
A virgin.
Hearing those words, Robbie laughs. Not that there was anything wrong with being one, it was just... the assumption was funny - almost insulting - but more funny than anything else.
"No no." He clarified. "I've definitely had sex. You know, like the Northridge girls never bit but... The Northridge guys? Well, they think I'm incredibly 'charming!"
Indeed all the things the girls had found repulsive about him, the boys had found 'eclectic' and they'd all wanted to keep him like a little Hollywood Art collectible which is why the relationships never went further than a few secret trysts.
"Huh." Beck said nodding his head in thought. "Nice."
And then he crashes his lips onto Robbie's, effectively cancelling Robbie's peppy 'Thank you!' and going on to devour his lips like he was trying with just the kiss alone to erase any memory of those boys for the moment and blow Robbie's mind.
Now that he was allowed to, Robbie doesn't hesitate to run his hands through Beck's glorious locks as he reciprocated the kiss eagerly.
A chorus of HOLY SHIT played in his head but he ignored it to mewl when Beck pushed closer, pressing him against the couch end.
Handfuls of Robbie's afro were gripped tight in Beck's hands as well but it wasn't just for Beck to feel, it was keeping Robbie firmly in place as Beck ventured to hastily taste his neck, chin, jawline and then quickly back to his mouth for a lasting kiss.
Senses overwhelmed, Robbie hardly had enough of them left to gaze at the slightly flushed look on Beck's face before he's being coaxed up.
"Let's get more comfortable, eh?"
He's dragged by the wrist over to Beck's less crowded bed and he didn't care much where he landed when Beck practically threw him onto it.
Watching Beck strip his shirt off above, Robbie reveled in the slim but muscular body that appeared before him.
How did Beck even keep a shape like that when he ate so much popcorn?! Did he do that fabled myth called 'exercise?' maybe Robbie should-
He's being kissed before he can finish the sentence in his mind. Good thing too. He didn't really want to commit to exercise but he would gladly commit to the make-out session that begins.
His button-down is clumsily undone in the midst of it, chucked somewhere to the side. Beck had run a finger across Robbie's nipple teasing the ache that had set in. But his other hand had been working on a more devious goal while doing so.
When Beck pulls away Robbie realizes the distance is for a reason. It was because Beck's sweatpants were suddenly pooled around his ankles and Beck surely wanted Robbie's mouth to be servicing him elsewhere.
Robbie grins, the hot concept of Beck going commando a secondary thought as his hands move excitedly to touch Beck's cock.
Beck laughs at his eagerness but shudders when Robbie's hands don't clasp around him like an inexperienced fanboy but like a boy who'd given so many handjobs he could hang with the nice street walkers that operate near their school.
Robbie liked seeing even just that reaction but planned to get much more out of him.
He continues, an intentional rhythm that makes Beck sigh in relief.
"God, I needed this... " He murmurs low enough that Robbie wouldn't have heard if he wasn't so tuned in to his every move.
"If you don't mind." Robbie says, grabbing his attention back. "I'd very much like to taste your cock now."
Beck looks down at him, a mix of bliss and surprise on his face. "You know, most people would have just put it in." He says, laughing slightly.
Robbie shrugs. He definitely wasn't 'most.' They both knew that but he didn't want a conversation when his tongue could be doing something more useful so he just opens up, waiting to receive a mouth full of Beck's hardness.
Beck feeds it to him, and Robbie's lips clamp down on his member hungrily.
The same rhythm that he applied to his hands continues with his mouth, but more needy as Robbie bobs his head against Beck's length.
"Is that nice??" Beck asks him and Robbie nods, his affirmative response muffled by his sucking.
Beck chuckles again but this one is heavy with lust. He grabs again onto Robbie's hair and with some long strokes of his hip controls the movement intensifying his sensation.
Robbie doesn't know how long it goes on, he loses himself in the motion, more than pleased about the way the evening was turning out and happy to be of help until he's being eased further onto the bed.
"Pants off." Beck orders and Robbie immediately follows direction, awkwardly shuffling his skinny jeans off. His boxers were nerdy but Beck doesn't seem to care, sliding them off himself. Robbie's cock springs free and Beck's quick eyebrow raise shows he isn't expecting the size. Nonetheless, Beck gestures for Robbie to get on his knees hurriedly.
"Bend over." He mutters, and he's stroking his cock as he gets into the bed, positioning himself behind Robbie, who scurries into position. Robbie doesn't have to be told to arch or bend further because he practically sticks his ass into the air he's so excited to be pounded by Beck.
And pound, Beck did. Robbie wasn't expecting him to be gentle, didn't care if he was - so when Beck only gave him the courteousy of a single wet hand to loosen him up before pushing in, Robbie's hole was warm, willing and ready for the pleasure and pain.
"Oh fuck." He can't help but mumble.
This was his favorite position. Call him basic but there's nothing more he loved than just laying there and being filled with cock. His fingers grip tightly onto the bedsheets as Beck's thrusts begin slow at first while he got used to Robbie and then almost instantly quicker.
Beck grunts above him, loud "uhhns... " coming from his throat almost every stroke he makes inside of Robbie. He was starting to sound more and more primal, like he couldn't control himself from using Robbie in a way friends don't use friends. He starts to slam into Robbie so intensely, so animalistic that it does hurt a little, but all Robbie can do is moan repeatedly as the sound of him being fucked senseless fills the room.
"Fuck... fuck yes. You're so good. Push back on it." Beck says the first coherent words since entering Robbie.
Beck's guiding hands help Robbie do so; one on his hip occasionally palming the round bottom he was ravaging and the other on Robbie's shoulder pulling him back towards his hips.
"Beck... " Robbie moans in a whisper. He can't help himself from beginning to stroke his own cock driven by the lunacy that Beck was causing him.
'Robbie. I can't... I can't hold on for much longer. You feel too good." Beck warns his voice strained and deep.
"Don't." Robbie says with whimpered authority. "Don't hold back."
He didn't blame Beck. It'd been a while since his friend had anyone to satisfy him which was a crying shame. He needed his release and Robbie was close too.
Beck manages to fill him even further before his climax comes. Robbie's mouth was wide open, sound no longer coming from it, he was completely overwhelmed. He'd never been worked this deep and hard before. His hands move feverishly to bring himself orgasm as all the frantic motion above him stills, Beck holding him in place as he thrusts one-two-three times more his body shaking as he releases his seed inside of Robbie. Robbie spills onto the bedsheets seconds later, the feeling of Beck draining himself inside of him too much for him to handle.
He becomes a little heap on the bed after that, resting there; completely and utterly satisfied.
What he doesn't expect is what Beck does next.
He hears Beck get up and move around but Robbie's eyes were half lidded and closing further. He couldn't bother trying to see what Beck was up to when he was so comfortable...
So when Beck is close again and he says jokingly, "I'm sorry for the mess I made there." before beginning to clean Robbie up a little, Robbie's eyes flutter back open in surprise.
The gentleness Robbie didn't expect from him in sex was there in his touch now. The towel that cleaned him, the hand that wiped away the accumulated Sweat on Robbie's forehead, the lips that caressed Robbie's shoulder softly while he did so.
Robbie didn't know what it meant or if it meant anything at all.
Beck was always a nice guy, so...
He lies down next to Robbie soon after that, his boxers back on, but allows Robbie the comfort of his nakedness, shielding them both under a blanket.
"I'm sorry about your sheets." Robbie says stupidly. It was the only thing he could think of when his heart was fluttering like mad.
Beck was close to him. He could practically feel his breath on his neck and that intimacy was driving him just as crazy as when they had sex.
Beck laughs, a sweet and kind one and tugs Robbie closer. "Goodnight Rob." He speaks, ignoring Robbie's apology.
"You know I hate when you call me that." Robbie whines but the word 'goodnight' had activated his body's desire to slumber even further so he lets Beck's triumphant "I do know that." go as he falls asleep in his friend's arms.
In the morning Robbie's awoken to Beck's daylight boner and they discuss whether or not they can convince Beck's dad to cook his infamous pancakes for breakfast - the kind with the three different fruits and extra butter - while Beck satisfies his waking urges with Robbie's full and enthusiastic consent.
Robbie still didn't know if it meant anything but he did feel it was clear he and Beck were going to continue this journey, wherever it guided them; and that alone made him a VERY happy boy!