Sparky

3.
There was no note, no clue of where Grizzly could be. Dazed, Robin wandered around the apartment, idly nosing in cabinets and drawers. The man had little valuables. In the end, Robin still didn't know anything about him.

He took a shower, and dressed up. Before he went out to go home, he picked up the phone, and dialed his own cellphone. Now he at least had one way of contacting the man. Saving the number, he had nothing left to do, and went home. Lucky he didn't have to work.

When he finally woke up, it was noon. He still moved slowly as he climbed out of bed, feeling fuzzy and a little confused. The long, hot shower woke him up properly. Dressed in a bathrobe, he picked up his cellphone, and dialed Grizzly's number. His hand trembled as he waited for the answer.

“Grizzly,” rumbled the voice annoyed.

“Hi... Uhm... It's Robin. Sparky.” Robin trembled even harder.

“Sparky! Where were you! You had me all worried... Why weren't you in bed?”

“Me? Where were you! I woke up and you were gone, and you didn't even leave a note!” Robin sat down in a chair, pulling his legs up. “I know nothing about you,” he muttered.

“There isn't much to learn about me. I had to work, didn't I... I didn't expect you to wake up for hours. I bought us breakfast...” Grizzly sounded hurt.

“I'm sorry,” said Robin, a bit friendlier. “I didn't know what to do, so I thought it was better to go home.”

“You were home.” Grizzly sighed in the phone. “By the way, how did you get my number?”

“Phoned myself with your phone. You were working? What do you do?”

“Clever,” mumbled Grizzly admiringly. “What I do? I'm a garbage-truck driver. I work when you are asleep, don't I. So when will we see each other again?”

Robin's jaw dropped, and he couldn't talk for a moment. A garbage-truck driver? He'd fallen for a garbageman? “I... I have to see people this weekend.” He wouldn't date a garbageman, would he?

“Well, come and see me whenever you can, eh? You know where you can find me when I'm not at home. Sparky...?”

“Yes?”

“I like you a lot...”

Robin swallowed, and closed his eyes. “I like you too,” he whispered. He meant it, with whole his heart. Yet his mind was yelling 'garbageman!' at him. “I'll see you soon, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Take care now, eh? I like you sweet and groomed, so relax and take some rest.”

“I will. Bye...” Robin lowered his phone as he disconnected, and sighed from the depth of his heart. He was falling in love, he knew. He'd been dreaming about that feeling, that special moment of realizing he'd found a lover. But never, ever, did he dream about loving a garbageman. A nightman. Sure, it was an honest way of making a living, and someone had to do it, but...
He was a pearl, and he'd thrown himself at a swine. If only Grizzly wasn't so goddamn good in bed...

*

He couldn't possibly tell his friends. He couldn't tell them anything, or they would ask him questions. Questions he simply couldn't answer. His friends were just like him, maybe even worse, and they simply wouldn't be able to grasp the idea of having sex with a garbageman. Hell, Robin had a hard time with it too. But every time doubt hit him, he thought back at that delicious tongue, and he felt all warm inside.

He spent most of his weekend alone, and was quiet at work. He constantly found himself staring outside the window. At the end of Monday, he didn't think 'garbageman' anymore. He longed for that hot, hairy body. Just before he wrapped up to go home, he phoned the man.

“Grizzly...”

“I need you, so much...” Robin whispered, so his coworkers couldn't overhear him.

“Aww... Sparky. Come on over, then. What are you waiting for?”

“You scare me, Grizzly. I want you, and need you, but goddamn it, it scares me.” Robin turned his chair towards the wall, and made himself small. “Help me...”

“I can't help you on the phone, can I? Oh Sparky...” Grizzly sighed sadly. “Come here. I'll order pizzas and we'll have a chat, eh?”

“Yes.” Robin didn't try to find an excuse. He really had to see him. “Give me an hour or so.”

He stopped at his house to collect some clothes and his toothbrush, just in case. He didn't want to get up that early, if he fell asleep again. His heart was beating faster as he steered through the streets, and he trembled as he parked at the apartment building.

The door was ajar. Robin pushed it open, looking inside. Grizzly was sitting on the sofa, wearing wide sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Hi...”

“Sparky! Lock up. Come here.”

Robin dropped his bag, and locked up quickly. No matter how confused he was, his heart beat even faster as he walked towards the invitingly spread arms, and he threw himself between them. “Grizzly...”

“What are you doing, Sparky...” Grizzly sighed, pulling him on his lap, and hugged him tightly. “Eh?”

Robin didn't answer him; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms around the broad neck, he kissed him desperately, hoping it would tell the man what he felt. He caressed the unshaven cheeks as they broke the kiss, and he looked into the man's eyes, quietly begging.

“You have to talk if you want me to help you, Robin Apple. I can't read your mind, can I?” With another soft sigh, Grizzly kissed him again, and pushed him next to him. “A drink to help you relax?”

“Yes. That would be nice.” Robin watched the man leaving the sofa, and quietly admired the muscles. He accepted the glass with a smile, eyes dropping to the man's front. The thin pants hid nothing. He felt something stir in his loin, and shifted.

Grizzly laughed. “Oh, dear. You're not scared of me... You're scared of the lust you feel, every time you look at me. Eh?”

Blushing, Robin sipped the scotch, holding the glass tightly between both hands. He didn't confirm, nor deny it.

“I bet you feel horny every time you think of me.” Sitting down, Grizzly rudely grabbed Robin between his legs, and squeezed him. “Oh, yes,” he nodded contentedly. “You've been hard all day, eh? You're leaking, and you see it every time you go to the bathroom. You're hot, you're horny, and you can't believe you've fallen for a man like me.”

Unable to withstand, Robin spread his legs for better access. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. “Yes,” he said under his breath. He moaned when Grizzly kneaded his painful balls.

“You better dress up in something more comfortable.” He stood up again, and walked to his wardrobe. “Here. Loose sweatpants, and a tee. That's all you need. Pizza will be here any minute now, so hurry.”

Just as Robin undressed, the pizzas were delivered. He quickly pulled on the wide clothes, naked underneath them, and went back to the sofa. Grizzly joined him shortly. He switched on the television to watch the news, and they ate in silence. Robin felt remarkably comfortable, and a lot better by the time they were finished.

Grizzly cleared the table. “Good,” he said pleased, refilling their glasses. He put his feet up, leaning back in the sofa. “Make yourself at home, Sparky. Do whatever you want.”

Robin looked at the large body, and knew perfectly well what he wanted. Grizzly was right; he was hot every time he looked at him. He felt sexy, too. Sipping his scotch, he pressed his thigh against the other's, and let his hand rest in the man's groin. The heavy cock jerked up, and landed on his hand. He sighed at the feeling. “You know what I want,” he murmured, sipping again.

“Oh, yes... I do,” nodded Grizzly with closed eyes. He reached out, and gently placed his hand on Robin's clothed front. Idly kneading the soft balls, he relaxed. “You want your bad Daddy,” he murmured with a smile. “And I like it.”

“You're a garbageman.” There. He'd said it. Finally, he'd spoken his mind. Robin kept an eye on Grizzly's expression to see how he would react.

“I'm a garbage-truck driver,” corrected Grizzly. He shrugged, and looked at Robin. “I make a good living. Why? Are you afraid I can't afford you, with your designer clothes and all?”

“No.” Robin looked away. “I can afford all that myself, thank you very much. I don't need expensive presents from you.” He should stop the kneading hand, but it felt too good. Shifting a bit, he allowed for better access.

“Then why did you mention it?” Grizzly ran his hand along Robin's hardening cock, slowly stroking it. “Is it the status you worry about? Your friends and all? About what they'll say when they find out what I do?”

“Maybe...” Robin almost shivered when he saw his friends in his mind, squealing in disgust. “They're a sensitive lot.”

“But no friends if they're appalled, eh? They should be happy for you instead. You found a fat Daddy to satisfy you. Oh yes, and you love it.” Instead of his usual 'eh?', he leaned forward, looking into Robin's eyes, and said, “Don't you, Sparky?”

Robin looked back. He reached up, running a hand along the rough cheek, and nodded. “Yes,” he said softly. “I love it. That's the whole point, Grizzly... You show me something new. New, exciting, and scary.”

“It's not scary, Sparky. What's scary about pure pleasure?” Leaning closer, he nipped at Robin's lips. His hand slid deeper down, pressing between the cheeks. “You almost passed out, yesterday. When did it become scary? When you found out what I do for a living?”

“Not really.” Robin pushed his hips up, pressing against the probing fingers. He loved the way Grizzly rubbed his ass. It made him tingle. “You scared me when I met you. I never got that excited by a kiss.”

“Then you didn't kiss properly before.” Grizzly tilted his head, lapped his tongue over Robin's lips, and gave him a long, deep kiss.

With a pleased moan, Robin answered it. He allowed the man to pull him on his lap, and straddled him, pushing his tingling butt against the hard front. Grizzly's hands dipped under his shirt, exploring his torso. He did the same, pulling the thin top up to feel the hairy skin. The man felt and smelled so good... it was uncanny.

“I could fuck you right here,” whispered Grizzly against Robin's lips. “Would you like that?”

“You can do anything you want, with me,” said Robin with a shiver. “Somehow I'm pudding in your hands.”

Grizzly laughed mockingly. “Yeah. You sure are.” His large hands slid down, into the back of Robin's pants, and he rudely grabbed the cheeks. “Hot strawberry jelly, you are.” His two index fingers forced their way through the sphincter. Robin cried out softly, but as he didn't protest, he pushed in deeper. “Mm... This gives me a nice idea. Stay put.”

Robin didn't move when Grizzly retracted, and only followed the man's moves with his eyes. The man came prepared, he saw when he took the lube from a nearby table. Grizzly greased a few fingers of one hand, and wrapped the other arm firmly around his waist. He slipped his hand into the pants again, at the front this time, and quickly found the willing ass.
“Oh gods,” groaned Robin as two fingers worked deeply inside. Grizzly silenced him with a hard kiss, fingering him roughly. Robin heard the smacking sounds when the digits slid in and out. Normally, it would've disgusted him. Now, it simply turned him on, and he rubbed his erection against the hairy belly, making it wet with his precome.

Grizzly occasionally slowed down, pushing deep inside, rubbing his fingertips hard against Robin's most tender spot. He never stopped kissing, even when the other had difficulty breathing. He didn't give room for protests or warnings. Only when Robin began to ride his fingers rhythmically, breathing with uneven gasps, he let go. Robin uttered a scream of protest.

“Don't stop! I am so goddamn close! Please, Grizzly... Finish it!”

“No,” grinned the bear, devilishly. “Pull down your pants. Hurry!”

Robin scrambled up and yanked the pants down, watching Grizzly doing the same. He shivered when the man pulled on a condom and lubed his erection. When Grizzly offered himself to him, Robin climbed back on his lap, wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and pushed his ass down. The cock entered slowly, without stopping. Robin nearly cried as the head slid over his swollen prostate. Grizzly kissed him. He hungrily sucked the man's tongue. He was on the edge of climaxing, and it was frustrating and delicious at the same time.

Grizzly's strong hands dug into Robin's hips, moving him up and down over his cock. Robin abruptly pulled his head back, gasping for air. “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

“Nice,” hissed grizzly pleased. “Say it, Sparky. Shit, look at that wet cock, throbbing and leaking. You're bursting, baby! I'm gonna make you come!”

“Fuck, yeah!” Robin wished he would come. His balls were so tight they hurt, and it was getting more and more frustrating to be so close, without coming over the edge. “Harder! Fuck me harder, Grizzly! Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!”

The sofa creaked in pace with the thrusts, as Grizzly lifted his hips up and pushed Robin down. “Your friends should see you now,” he growled. “Blushing, sweating, and begging this grubby old garbageman to fuck him harder. I love it, baby. I love your goddamn passion.”

“Shit! And I love you!” Robin was delirious, and didn't realize he was saying something differently than Grizzly. The words made his head spin, his cock twitch, and it was enough to drag him over the edge. “Oh, Grizzly!” He failed to see the man's expression as he spurted his release all over the belly, groaning and enjoying it enormously. Satisfied, he fell against him, pressing his wet face against the side of the man's neck.

Grizzly kept him close, moving much slower. He continued to fuck him, but gently now; the way he liked to come. Like the first time, he only shivered when he climaxed, giving little kisses on Robin's cheek and neck. He allowed himself to calm down for a moment, before he lifted his head towards Robin's. “Happy?” he asked whispering.

“You have no idea,” whispered Robin back. “Man, you're amazing.” With difficulty, he climbed off Grizzly's lap, and he fell on the sofa. “I'm not leaving your flat tonight,” he announced as he made himself comfortable. As he kept his eyes closed, smiling contentedly, he again didn't see Grizzly's expression. “Brought my toothbrush and a new set of clothes. Mm... You wore me out, again.”

“Sparky...” Grizzly tried to get Robin's attention, but the young man only hummed. “Robin.” Now he opened his eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing is 'wrong', as such... it's just... Are you sure about this?”

“About what?” Worried, Robin sat up, legs crossed. “What do you mean?”

“About... this. Us. You, here, with me. You know... And...” Grizzly stammered, and his voice drifted off.

“And?”

“What you said. Just before you came. Do you remember?”

“Oh...” Robin looked at how the big man suddenly looked vulnerable, and crawled closer. “Grizzly,” he said softly. “Yes, I remember... And now I also remember what you said. Oh, I'm so ashamed...” He blushed deeply, looking down. “You didn't say you love me...”

“I didn't say it...” The big man reached out, and lifted Robin's head up to him. “I barely know you. But what I feel, is quite new to me too, and I know what it is.” He kissed him tenderly. “I am in love with you,” he said, nuzzling him. “Sparky.”

Robin's smile returned. He nodded slightly. “I guess that's what I meant as well, Grizzly. So... now what do we do?”

Grizzly smirked. “Enjoy ourselves, of course. Slowly getting to know each other, and decide what we want in time. And you should tell your precious friends.”

“Oh dear.” With a chuckle, Robin took his glass, and settled in the corner of the sofa. “Ohh they will be so shocked! And jealous, I bet. Is there anyone I should meet?”

“Of course... Big, ugly men like me. I think they'll have the same reaction as your friends when they see what I fell for. A sparky fashion victim, smelling like strawberries. I can barely wait to see their faces.”

Laughing, Robin finished his drink. This would be it, then. Meeting friends and all. He'd found a lover. “Are you mine, Grizzly?” he asked just to make sure.

“All yours, Sparky. I promise.” To seal the promise, he leaned down to give another kiss. “For as long as you need me.”