hot as pot day

by orphan_account

Summary:

He sighed, returning his glance to his boyfriend, who was spreading foam, from the washing liquid, with a sponge over the car. If Finney had to be honest, the only benefit of all this heat was that Robin was shirtless. He took it off even before he started washing his car, cursing annoyed at everything all around. Finney did not pay any attention at all to Robin's whining, who was mumbling it to himself under his breath. He was too busy enjoying, like a small child who just got a lollipop, the view he was blessed with. He could stare endlessly at his muscles working with every slightest movement. He smiled slyly under his breath. The best part to this was that Robin has no way of catching him at it because of his sunglasses.

Chapter 1

Notes:

This work was supposed to have one chapter, but I concluded, "hmm why not split it into two parts?" so yeah lol

It was a boiling hot day. Finney felt like he was about to melt at any second. He was sitting in the shade, and yet he got the impression as if he was about to pass out from the suffocation that the high temperature was causing. He looked up at the sky, meanwhile reaching for the lemonade that stood right next to the leg of the folding chair that Robin had set up for him. Despite the sunglasses on, he was forced to close his eyes, feeling the sun cruelly glaring at him with its rays bringing tears to his eyes. The sky was clear, untainted by any cloud, which somewhat crushed Finney's hopes that it might start raining or at least blowing wind.

He was slowly getting exhausted by these hot as a pot holiday days. Don't get Finney wrong, he missed the summer vacations so much, but how hot and steamy they are was starting to tire him out. He missed the time off from school, where he could finally rest, hang out with his pack of friends or go on dates with Robin. He missed those kinds of things, but certainly not the heat like this. Until a few months ago, he begged almost every day for summer to return, as it was killing him to constantly shiver from the cold despite him putting on five layers of clothes. Whenever he thinks about it, he feels like spitting in his chin, regretting his actions.

He sighed, returning his glance to his boyfriend, who was spreading foam, from the washing liquid, with a sponge over the car. If Finney had to be honest, the only benefit of all this heat was that Robin was shirtless. He took it off even before he started washing his car, cursing annoyed at everything all around. Finney did not pay any attention at all to Robin's whining, who was mumbling it to himself under his breath. He was too busy enjoying, like a small child who just got a lollipop, the view he was blessed with. He could stare endlessly at his muscles working with every slightest movement. He smiled slyly under his breath. The best part to this was that Robin has no way of catching him at it because of his sunglasses.

He stretched out comfortably, taking a sip of lemonade in which the ice cubes he had put in not long ago to cool his body had melted. He let his eyes scan Robin's soaked and foam-wet body, drifting into his thoughts.

He and Robin started dating in the middle of middle school. Robin was the first who confessed his feelings for the other. Finney was too frustrated by the mere thought of doing it, but he tried to gather the strength to finally get it off his chest, which didn't work out very well. Robin confessed his crush to him one day after he found him in the bathroom hiding from his three bullies and threatened them so he better never see them bullying Finney again.

He remembers that day as if it all happened yesterday. As soon as their English lesson had ended together, Robin dragged him to the same bathroom where he had saved him, under the pretext 'we need to talk'. Finney was a little concerned about his friend's behavior, since he had never seen him so tensed and agitated. He was worried that something terribly serious had happened to one of his family members, because nothing more sensible that could explain Robin's behavior came to his mind. Robin locked them in the room once he made sure they were alone, and faced Finney, who was confused by the whole situation. He didn't know what was going on and couldn't figure it all out. And then the most unexpected thing for Finney happened — his best friend confessed his feelings to him.

At the thought of it, butterflies rise in Finney's stomach. It wasn't some very romantic confession, yet he didn't really care. He felt like he was the happiest person in the world as soon as he heard it. His eyes teared up, and he whispered that he felt the same way towards Robin and would love to be his boyfriend. He saw the anxious expression on Robin's face turn into a big smile from ear to ear upon hearing Finney's answer from second to second, and underneath the excitement he was pulled by Robin into their first kiss. They were both new at this, so the kiss was sloppy and messy, but neither of them was bothered by it.

"What are you thinking about so deep?"

Robin's voice snapped him out of his heavy thoughts of blue almonds to the point that he flinched. He took off his sunglasses to get a better look at Robin.

"About how lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend," Finney smiled a little, handing Robin his glass of drink, which he gratefully accepted, being thirsty from spending all his time in the sun. He saw Robin raise his one eyebrow, being amused by what he said. "What? I'm pretty sure that more than one girl is jealous of me having such a hot boyfriend,"

Finney's eyes scanned Robin's body figure. He had to admit, Robin has changed a lot since the days when his memories go back to the 2nd grade of middle school. He had managed to overtake him in height and now he was the one who was prevailed in their duo. His body had also gotten bigger muscles since Robin became more interested in working out when they finished middle school.

Robin didn't say anything to this only nodded with a small smile, handing Finney a glass with the leftover lemonade and reached into his pants pocket for a pack of cigarettes. Finney set the glass on the concrete and grabbed Robin's hips to pull him in and wrap his arms around his waist.

"Don't hug me, I'm all sweaty," Robin said, though putting his hand in Finney's curls to comb through them, while letting the smoke out of his cigarette.

"As if I care," Finney snorted, rolling his eyes. After a brief silence, he added, looking up at Robin admiring his facial features: "And don't you think you also have the greatest boyfriend on earth?"

"Of course," Robin grabbed Finney's curls harder, which hissed in pain, and pulled his head back, grinning. "I have the most gorgeous boyfriend in the world," he said looking into the blond boy's eyes and bent down a bit, letting the smoke out of his mouth right in his face, then kissed Finney on the lips. At the last moment, before closing his eyes, Robin noticed Finney's cheeks turning to an intense red hue because of such a simple compliment. This was one of the many things he found cute about Finney.

Finney immediately reciprocated the kiss, getting up from his seat considering that their current position was not very comfortable for both of them. Robin's lips were warm and soft, he was still able to feel the slight sour taste of lemons on them. He felt how Robin's hand, which had been holding him tightly by the hair, loosened its grip, beginning its tour along his neck, down his collarbones across his chest and stomach through the undershirt he was wearing, until his hands reached his butt, squeezing it.

Their lips mussed against each other pushy, but strenuous all this time, until finally Finney, impatient with this, opened his mouth a little wider. He brushed his tongue over Robin's lips, asking for something more than that. Feeling his dick get harder, he threw his arms around Robin's neck to pull him closer to him. He desperately needed any kind of rubbing, as his shorts became tighter and tighter. Robin opened his mouth, enjoying Finney's behavior, squeezing the boy's ass tougher, dragging a muffled moan from his lips. Their tongues began to fight with each other, trying to pin down the other to gain control over the kiss. Finney unconsciously rubbed his hard dick against Robin's one, giving up in submission to him. He was looking for friction so eagerly for his erect penis, as if he had completely forgotten that they were still in the backyard and at any moment any of the neighbors could see them.

Finney, slowly feeling himself running out of breath, let his hands push Robin gently away from him. He felt his cheeks and ears turn flushed pink, trying to normalize his breathing through his mouth. He put his head down on Robin's shoulder, thinking to himself that kisses with Robin never ended with just regular kisses.

"Why don't we continue inside the house?" Robin quietly breathed out, still kneading the blond's ass. "I don't want anyone else to see you like this except me," he added teasingly.

Notes:

The next chapter (the smut part) should appear on this week, but I don't know how it will turn out, because school and stuff like that can screw up my plans a bit, but I sincerely hope not

Chapter 2

Notes:

Tbh, I'm surprised that I did manage to write this chapter this week because, not to lie to y'all, this school week has been really exhausting for me. Anyway, here's the smut part! I'm completely unskilled at writing this kind of stuff, but I think it's not too shitty like for the first time LOL. Also, I apologize if there are any grammatical or logistical mistakes, it is very late and I am too lazy to check it out ˙ᵕ˙

Robin opened his bedroom door with a bit of a struggle, closing it with his leg behind him, then headed toward his bed. He threw Finney on top of it, being careful not to hurt him in the meantime. He quickly joined the wiggling boy, sitting down on his lower abdomen. He leaned down, thrusting on Finney's lips greedily pressing them together. He bit the boy's lower lip beneath him, occasionally sucking on it.

As Finney let his tongue inside, he felt Robin exploring his entire wet mouth, sharply fucking his throat with his tongue. Finney whined in despair, furrowing his eyebrows at this, drilling his hips, wanting Robin to finally pay attention to his painful erection. He could feel the adrenaline bubbling through his veins, and damn, his cock pulsed so badly trapped in his pants. He was getting more and more impatient and needy. He loved the foreplay that Robin always offered him, but at times like these, he was definitely not optimistic about them, because all he dreams about at the moment is having Robin's cock inside him.

Robin could only laugh seeing Finney's desperation written all over his face, breaking the kiss after a while because he had to take off his shirt. Finney sighed, grateful to god that this was the end of his torture and Robin would finally get to the point. He groaned dejected as he felt Robin's lips move to his neck, placing gentle kisses on it, leaving a particular spot longer to lay a few juicy hickeys. He felt Robin's hands in the meantime playing with his hard nipples, squeezing and twisting them, thus drawing a loud gasps. It wasn't long before he felt one of his fingers replace with Robin's wet mouth, sucking and biting it. Finney tangled his hands in Robin's hair, completely destroying the bun his hair was tied into.

"Damn it Robin, stop playing with me!" He growled in frustration, tightening his grip on Robin's hair. He couldn't take the tension any longer. He wanted, needed, craved for Rubin to finally touch his dick.

"Geez, Finney you are not fun at all," Robin rolled his eyes, muttering. Barely able to stand on his own with excitement. He quickly placed a kiss on the boy's plump lips and got off his hips, moving back to remove his pants and underwear. "I wanted to tease you a little longer, but since his majesty has ordered to move on.."

Robin threw Finney's the lower clothes somewhere, not really caring where they might land, knowing that his room was always a mess anyway. He settled between his legs, putting them over his shoulders. He stared for a short moment at the boy lying in front of him, enjoying how he looked. Robin began to kiss the inside of the thigh of one of Finney's legs, from time to time biting through to make bite marks on it.

"Robin, I swear to god if you won't-" Finney paused right after he felt Robin's wet mouth embrace his leaking cock. "Oh shit," he tilted his head back, feeling Robin begin to move his head up and down sucking him off. It had been so long since Robin had given him a blowjob that he had managed to forget how wonderful it felt.

"Did you say something?"

Finney could barely make out what Robin was saying to him while having his dick in his mouth, feeling it create extra stimulation for his erection. He groaned Robin's name protractedly as he felt him toy with his slit, making his mind go hazy. Robin smirked to himself, seeing the state Finney was in. His mouth was slighty opened, and a soft blush decorated his cheeks and the tops of his ears. Along with this, he increased the rate at which he moved his head.

Louder and louder whimpers and sighs began to escape from Finney's mouth, which he tried to muffle with his hand. Robin, seeing this, furrowed his brow unhappy and reached out with his own hand to take the intruder from Finney's mouth.

Robin muttered something that reminded Finney like "don't," then tangled their fingers together to keep his hand occupied with something else.

"Your parents can return home at any time-" Finney stammered out, and a moment later when he felt the mouth disappear from his cock, he groaned in displeasure. Not even a moment had passed, and he was already longing for Robin's lips on his dick. He watched intensely as Robin used his hand to wipe away the trickle of saliva that connected his mouth to his dick.

"As if it was the first time they'd ever heard us fuck," Robin snorted clearly amused that Finney still cares about such things. "You don't have to worry, they'll be gone for a while yet."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm one hundred percent sure," he nodded. "And now focus on what we're doing, and do not think about my parents during sex. That's a little weird, dude," he teased Finney, who blushed a little more embarrassed at the comment. After this he again embraced Finney's cock with his mouth, giving him a blowjob quickly and viciously.

"Oh, shut up," Finney rolled his eyes, not bothering to add anything more. He squeezed the hand he was holding Robin's own tighter, and with his other, free hand, slid it into Robin's hair to brush it through with a gentle smile without controlling the shaky moans that came out of him.

After a moment, he felt the tension in his lower stomach increase, causing his legs to shake, unintentionally clenching around Robin's head.

"Robin, f-fuck, I'm close," Finney howled, grabbing more firmly onto Robin's hairs to speed up even more the tempo at which his head was moving.

He felt his head start to spin and with Robin's name on his lips, he came. Robin took his mouth off Finney's softening penis and spit out the cum the boy shot, onto his hands.

"What are you doing?" Finney cringed in disgust, still feeling like he was high.

"I ran out of lube and forgot to buy a new one," Robin explained simply, and seeing the unconvinced face of the boy lying in front of him, he added, "I don't want to hurt you. It's better than nothing, right?"

"Yeah. I guess so," Finney sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to regulate his breathing after coming.

Robin's fingers began to slowly circle his hole until he finally put them inside him at once without too much prolongation. Finney hissed at the sudden sensation of his stomach doing a flip because of Robin's long fingers, while he stared at him, closely studying Finney's facial expressions to avoid hurting him.

When he didn't see any signs of pain on Finney's face, he started scissoring him with them. Silent sighs flowed from Finney's lips at the feeling. Robin as well began taking his fingers out and putting them back in, all the while slowly speeding up. He continually looked at his face in case anything was wrong.

"I'm ready enough. If you stretch me for a while longer I'll come a second time." Finney breathed out, wanting to finally feel Robin's cock inside him already.

"Are you sure? Like, sure-sure? You know I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, I know. I'm absolutely sure," Finney rolled his eyes, smiling involuntarily under his breath. He found this carefulness of Robin toward him during sex adorable.

Robin hummed, stripping off his pants and underwear. He spread the remnants of Finney's cum, pumping several times, onto his proudly erect penis and directed it at Finney's stretched hole.

"If anything is unpleasant, just tell me, okay?"

Finney nodded, feeling Robin slowly begin to thrust against his hole slowly entering all the way to the base. His breathing became faster and deeper. Feeling no movement from Robin, he looked at him, who was looking at.. well.

"Robin? Is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

"Uh, no. It's just hot to see you tightening around my cock," Robin muttered, grinning from ear to ear.

"Seriously?" Finney snorted, throwing his head back on the pillows. "I thought something happened because you were so quiet all of a sudden."

"Sorry," Robin bent down to Finney to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, just don't go silent like that from second to second. You remember the last time you got unwell in the middle? I thought I was gonna collapse over there with you," Finney sighed, thinking back. He had never been so panicked in his life as he was then. "You can move on."

Robin nodded, slowly pulling back his hips to thrust harder again a moment later, making Finney whine.

"It was a one-time accident. I was just tired," Robin groaned out, starting to move his hips harder and faster.

"Which doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't force yourself," Finney threw his arms around Robin's neck for him to lean back into. "I was really worried about you," he whispered before pressing his lips to Robin's own again, moaning into his mouth.

"Oh shit, Robin!" Finney cried out, breaking the kiss, sensing how Robin had hit his sensitive spot. Chills ran down his spine, and he arched his back in ecstasy, and his nails began to dig into Robin's shoulder blades. His whines became louder as Robin kept trying to hit the same place. "Faster!"

Robin's movements started to become increasingly chaotic and irregular, and words flew out of Finney's lips like a mantra saying "fuck" alternating with "I'm cumming," feeling his lower stomach muscles clenching and his mind completely stop working. He cried out in a draughty voice as he felt himself reach his climax again cumming this time on his stomach. A few thrusts later, he felt Robin's sperm fill his insides, and he bit into Finney's collarbone to muffle his groan.

A breathless Robin left Finney and lay down next to him, and all that could be heard in the room was the panting of the two.

"No more sex on days like today, I swear. I feel gross," Finney muttered under his breath, shutting his eyes exhausted.