Robbie Kay Short Stories

First

-----Part  1-------

This is unchartered territory for us. My head is swimming as Robbie leans his body towards mine outside my hotel room, his hand outstretched and adjacent to my head on the door behind me. He smells like CK One and coffee and I take in big gulps of air, letting myself get drunk off his sweetness. He’s perfect-and he’s mine.

Robbie’s familiar lips reach my own and they softly coax me to kiss him back. I oblige eagerly, my body responding to the mounting brazenness of Robbie’s mouth and tongue. This doesn’t feel like a goodnight kiss. Please, please don’t let this be a goodnight kiss.

Unlike the other boys I have dated in the past, Robbie preferred to take things slowly between us. We first met while filming Pirates; he had a few scenes with lines and I was an extra on set. My scene didn’t make the cutting board and that was the end of my acting career, but only the start of our friendship. We were only friendly at first, two teens thrown together by chance on a movie set with very few other people our age; but we were inseparable before long and always careful to keep our friendship strictly platonic. The very fact that we had to be careful not to overstep the very fine invisible line between friends and more should have been a dead giveaway of our true feelings for one another, but we ignored all the tell-tale signs. Ignorance is bliss.

We both dated other people and were there for each other when each of those relationships went to shit, which unsurprisingly they always did. It took two long agonizing years until our feelings for one another unravelled and even then there was hesitation from both of us. What we had as friends was so good, how could it possibly get any better?

But it did get better-it was infinitely better.  Each milestone in our new relationship came with a mountain of feels that had me scrambling frantically inside my head. Trepidation, anxiety, giddiness, curiosity, awe…But the wait-it was exhilarating. When we kissed for the first time my world stopped. I was completely consumed by Robbie. I marvelled at the sweetness and patience of his love for me. Every time I looked at him my breath caught in my throat, like my lungs were too stunned by this green-eyed boy to function. The way he looked back at me. Jesus Christ.

And now here I am visiting Robbie in Vancouver, months after our first kiss and our second and third. We know just about everything about each other; what makes us tick, what makes us happy, scared… but our relationship still hasn’t taken us there, that sinfully delectable place where neither of us can hide anything from one another, the place where we finally give into eachother, totally and completely. I was ready for another first with Robbie, I just wasn’t sure if he was too. I had already lost my virginity, albeit regretfully, with a past boyfriend. I wasn’t ready then, but I am now. Robbie on the other hand had never slept with anyone.  While this relieved me, it made him exponentially nervous for our first time-his first time. I didn’t want to push him and I’ve been waiting patiently for him to come around on his own… but here we are, in front of my empty hotel room, practically dry humping against the door and he has yet to ask to come in. Maybe I should invite him in? Would that be too obvious?

A door swings open down the hall and an older couple comes out of the room, heading towards us to the elevator. We hastily break apart, breathless, and I reach for my door key from my back pocket. Robbie’s eyebrow shoots up and the faint blush on his neck darkens. “Can we.. I mean, can I come in?” Robbie breathes nervously, his eyes watching my face intently. He opens his mouth again, and then closes it. I can’t help but giggle quietly, realizing for the first time how nervous I am. Robbie tries again, this time finding his voice, “I mean, can I stay with you. Tonight?” I swallow my nerves and nod my head slowly, watching as Robbie relaxes, a faint grin playing on his lips. “After you,” he gestures once I’ve managed to unlock the door.