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Sebastian was dragging Alex through the airport, scanning the different baggage carousels for activity.
They should have grabbed their own bags first, but Sebastian's mind wasn't exactly focused on logic right now. Instead, an urgent pressure in his crotch pushed him to find an empty restroom quickly so he could relieve Alex fucking Mullner of his predicament.
What the everloving fuck?
Sebastian glanced back to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. But there was Alex, with a flushed face, biting his lip and looking like he was being led to the gallows, though he also seemed pretty excited about it.
Well, fuck.
Well, FUCK!
Sebastian needed a cigarette. He hadn’t had one since before boarding the plane, and no amount of weirdly flavored airplane candies could distract from his need for something between his lips right now. Something very specific.
No, no, no! he scolded himself. Just jerk him off real quick so he doesn’t walk through this godforsaken airport like a damn flagpole.
Maybe he should share that thought. Alex always needed things spelled out for him. He wouldn’t know what to expect right now.
“I’ll just jerk you off real quick,” Sebastian said, popping one of the airplane candies into his mouth. It tasted like that artificial cherry flavor that had nothing in common with actual cherries. “If that’s fine with you.”
Alex made some weird guinea pig squeak, which Sebastian graciously interpreted as a yes. They had reached a part of the airport where no one was around, so Sebastian followed the signs to the nearest restroom.
Zuzu City Airport was completed just last year and was about three times bigger than necessary. At least it meant the restrooms were pristine. This one looked like it had never been used before. Every surface shined, there wasn’t a single fingerprint on the huge mirror wall, and it smelled like lemon cleaner instead of urinal cake.
Sebastian actually preferred his hook-up spots to be a little more cramped, grungy, and dark. It was hard to savor the bad idea of it all when there were artificial sunlight lamps installed and mirrors reflecting their image from multiple angles.
Alex, however, didn’t seem to have a problem with this place. As soon as the door closed behind them, Alex pushed him against the sinks, which were set into a wide marble countertop, and pressed his eager mouth against Sebastian’s. He yanked the hoodie off and pressed himself against Sebastian's body, just like he had earlier at the vending machines.
Sebastian let him have his way. Actually, it was the perfect opportunity to get rid of that gross candy, so he pushed it into Alex’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, chuckling when Alex jerked back like he’d been bitten.
“What the fuck?” Alex cursed, spitting the candy into one of the sinks.
Sebastian used the distraction to flip him around, pushing Alex against the uncomfortably sharp edge of the marble countertop instead. He wasn’t usually into jocks, precisely because he didn’t like to be pushed around. At least Alex didn’t waste any time complaining about it. He just seemed happy to have Sebastian’s mouth on his, and he kissed like he was trying to make up for lost time.
“Hold on,” Alex panted, wincing when Sebastian bent him over the sinks. “This is uncomfortable…”
Sebastian would have guessed he’d try to turn them around again, but instead, Alex hopped up on the countertop, spreading his legs, and Sebastian took a step forward, moaning when Alex’s huge bulge poked into his abdomen.
So Alex was pretty damn hot. Always had been, unfortunately. It had never been a problem, not really, because to teenage Sebastian, everybody had been hot anyway, and young adult Sebastian had enough sex to ignore a straight friend’s hotness without feeling like he was going crazy. He had looked, of course, but Alex had never minded the looking – in fact, he dressed and acted in a way that invited everyone to look.
Alex being hot and gay felt like a way bigger problem, though. Because Sebastian was kind of an asshole, and Alex kind of wasn’t, and Sebastian wasn’t strong enough to hold back for Alex’s sake.
Sebastian shoved him backward, separating their desperate mouths, and watched as Alex slumped against the mirror, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
He was fully dressed, and yet, somehow, this was the most sinful picture Sebastian had ever seen.
Alex, with his goddamn backward cap and short, fluffy hair peeking out in the front. He had stopped using hair gel in college and started wearing those stupid fuckboy hats, and it was such a cliché, but it just worked on him. Same with the idiotic muscle shirts. Sebastian could see half of his body through the armholes and deep neckline, and he had seen Alex shirtless often enough to know that he manscaped and that his skin always had a tanned, slightly oily sheen, as if he came straight from the beach.
And then, of course, there were the damn gray sweatpants that hid nothing.
Sebastian dug his fingers into Alex’s hips - low, where the sweatpants sat - and yanked them down along with his underwear.
Alex gave a choked moan, watching his own long cock spring free with some fascination.
“Shit, Sebastian!” he whined, his face flushing the same pink as his dick. “You could have warned me!”
“Sorry.” Sebastian gave him a wicked smirk, his fingers lightly tracing the smooth skin of Alex's dick. Damn, he was thorough with the shaving!
“Do you expect me to hold your hand through this, because you’re basically a virgin?”
“No!” Alex spat, blushing further. “I just… feel a little exposed!”
He had a point. This was not the quick jerk-off inside his pants in some tiny cubicle Sebastian had imagined. But Alex had been the one to hop onto the damn countertop and lean back like some fucking supermodel, so…
“You have nothing to worry about, you look good,” Sebastian told him with an annoying wink.
“Yeah, no shit, I fucking know that, idiot! How much time do you think goes into this?” He gestured down his body, like it was a buffet at a five-star hotel.
“Then I don’t know why you’re complaining,” Sebastian said, wrapping his hand around the base of Alex’s cock, squeezing.
Alex paused his protest to give a choked wheeze, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Then he went straight back to it.
“I just feel like this is a level five gay hook-up! I’m barely level one, Sebastian, I’ve hatched like two seconds ago!”
“Hmmm.” Sebastian lazily moved his wrist, enjoying how Alex tried to scowl at him but couldn’t keep his eyebrows down, his mouth trembling open with every tug. “Well then let me educate you. Rule number one: when two men have sex, they don’t usually bother with the pretense that they don’t feel lust. We know we’re horny sluts, and we have sex like it, alright? So stop fighting it and just moan, for fuck’s sake.”
Alex, as if fighting him on principle, drew a shaky breath, even though Sebastian could tell from the way his legs moved that his toes were curling.
“Maybe we could check if there’s a broom closet somewhere?” Alex whined. “I- ah! - I’d feel better with less light.”
“Don’t feel like looking at my face, huh?” Sebastian teased.
“No, you have a very nice face!” Alex swallowed another moan, that pig-headed bastard. “But it’s a face that I’ve known all my life, and I don’t know how to–fuck!”
He whimpered as Sebastian's thumb suddenly pressed into the slit of his cock head without warning, a sound even better than any moan.
“Don’t overthink it,” Sebastian said.
“Yeah, I’m not exactly known for overthinking stuff,” Alex said, breathing hard. “Holy shit, go faster, please!”
Sebastian slowed his pace, feeling the sudden urge to draw this out.
Maybe he was being a little too sadistic. Alex clearly had a very different relationship to sex than Sebastian, as evidenced by his taking twenty-one fucking years to realize he was into dudes. And he had no experience with friendly hook-ups.
Sebastian, on the other hand, had basically grown up with shared masturbation sessions with Sam, and he had even fingered Abigail once before she discovered she was exclusively into girls. They were still the best of friends today and laughed about it whenever they got together.
Of course, the liberal use of alcohol and weed had supported these adventures. Maybe it was no wonder that Alex, who had never even had a sip of beer, had fewer sexual escapades in his roster.
He was taking it surprisingly well, though, for a goodie-two-shoes baby gay.
“Can we at least… like… make out while you have your hand–”
“That’s pretty much how I’d imagined it, but I just realized that I like watching you squirm,” Sebastian said.
“You are the devil!”
“Yeah, yeah. You already think I’m an emo, a goth, and a Satanist, even though they’re all completely different things. Being the straight-up devil suits me much better than any of the above.”
Alex bit his lip, the lack of a retort a good sign that Sebastian was doing his job well.
“Why don’t you get rid of that piece of fabric I refuse to call a shirt and let me see you properly?”
“Blow me!” Alex gasped.
Sebastian grinned. “Are you telling me to go fuck myself, or do you actually want my mouth around your cock? Because that can be arranged.”
“Blow me,” Alex repeated, his knuckles white where he was holding on to the sinks on both sides of him. “I just need you to shut up, please.”
“Oh,” Sebastian said, stupidly. He had not expected it to be the latter. And while he had vowed to himself that this was just going to be a quick jerk-off session, he already knew it was his own fault this had become more. So if Alex really wanted him to…
“Like this?” he asked, pressing his open mouth to the base of Alex's dick and digging his round piercing right into the boundary between the soft flesh of his balls and his hard, throbbing cock.
And Alex finally cried out as Sebastian started to suck on his balls. Sebastian was pretty sure that none of the girls Alex had been with would have cared to do this for him.
“Fuck!” Alex cursed. “I’m so fucking gay.”
Sebastian let go of Alex’s balls when a snort escaped him. Alex didn’t seem to mind, because he was silently giggling from his own outburst, which in turn made Sebastian laugh even more.
So he was an idiot, but at least he didn’t have a chip on his shoulder about it.
“Do you wanna know,” Sebastian said, breathing through his nose to keep the laughter at bay, “just how gay you really are?”
Alex’s giggling slowed, and he looked down at Sebastian with slight concern. “Why does that sound so ominous?”
“Just say stop when you’ve reached the limit of your gayness,” Sebastian said even more ominously and then kept Alex from asking questions by wrapping his mouth around the head of his cock.
Alex’s head thumped backward against the mirror, a whine escaping him before he managed to press his mouth shut.
Sebastian wasn’t planning on giving him any time to recover. He lapped at Alex’s cock until his mouth was nice and wet, spit running down the side of his dick. Then he pressed his piercing into the slit on his head, drawing forth another surprised cry when the smooth, round metal dug into him.
Sebastian let go of Alex’s cock with a filthy smack, then focused on his shaft, leading the piercing down the soft, sensitive skin while Alex’s fingernails scratched over the too-smooth surface of the sinks, trying to get a grip.
Reaching his balls, Sebastian resumed his previous treatment, his hands lazily jerking Alex’s dick while his tongue pressed into his base. Only now, he started to lead his piercing downward, lapping at Alex’s tight, shaved balls, and downward still, until he had technically left dick territory.
Alex was still squirming and breathing hard, but he wasn’t saying anything, least of all ‘no’, so Sebastian continued his way down, surprised with every inch he was allowed, dragging his piercing across salty skin. He was probably even more surprised than Alex when he arrived at Alex’s ass.
“Holy fucking shit,” Alex whimpered, which was pretty much the opposite of ‘no’, so Sebastian drew his tongue against the tight ring of Alex’s hole, feeling it twitch, and he couldn’t help himself. He pressed his piercing against him, hard enough to breach, and he heard a broken cry before he felt Alex’s dick throb, hard.
He looked up just in time to see Alex come all over himself, with a face that was half ecstasy, half surprise.
Fuck, he was beautiful. This was going to be a problem. By the way Sebastian’s jeans were straining him, it was going to be a big problem.
Being friends with a hot, straight jock – that had been fine. A hot, gay jock – tempting, but still okay. But a hot, gay jock who was possibly a bottom and whom Sebastian had to live with for the rest of the summer…
Oh, he was fucked.
“I told you to take off your shirt,” Sebastian said, banning all other thoughts from his mind to take in the picture Alex presented. He was panting, his dick hard and flushed, painting a wet line across his shirt, where it was still twitching.
His shirt was completely ruined. He had shot multiple, thick splashes of cum almost up to his neck.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Alex breathed, looking down at the state of his shirt. Then he pulled it off in one smooth motion, balled it up, and stuffed it into a hole in the countertop, where the paper trash was supposed to go.
“I’m so stealing your hoodie,” he said, slipping down from the sinks, back to the floor, while Sebastian pulled his sweatpants back up as he straightened.
“You know, at first I thought I’d freak out,” Alex mused, his fingers tangling into Sebastian's belt loops. “But I’ve been gay for five minutes and I’ve already gotten the best blowjob of my life, without installing a single app.” He laughed, pulling Sebastian in for a kiss. “I guess I could get used to that.”
Sebastian didn’t point out that the after-coitus kissing was a little too sweet for a friendly hook-up. Instead, he said, “That barely classified as a blowjob,” and flicked Alex on the forehead.
Alex wasn’t so easily deterred. He shoved his tongue into Sebastian's mouth, effectively shutting him up, and Sebastian gave in way too easily, letting his fingers roam across those obscene fucking abs as he sucked at Alex’s eager tongue.
He was so damn hard, it hurt.
Alex, as if reading his mind, blindly felt for his belt and opened it with a hard, one-handed pull.
Sebastian’s jeans were halfway down his thighs before he was able to separate his lips from Alex’s mouth, rasping, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Tit for tat,” Alex said, with a cheeky grin, and then he was gone from Sebastian's eyeline, pressing his mouth to the exposed skin right underneath that demented crop top Sebastian was wearing.
“I thought you were a level one gay!” Sebastian said, a little too breathless suddenly, and he could feel Alex smirk against the soft part of his belly.
“I just leveled up from that. I mean, that was clearly some level ten bullshit.”
“I never should have given you my old Gameboy,” Sebastian sighed, but he didn’t find more protest inside himself. Alex was a damn grown-up. If he wanted to suck a willing dick, Sebastian was the last in line to tell him, ‘Are you sure? Don’t you think this is going too fast?’
In truth, Sebastian wished this would go even faster because this sink would be the perfect height to fuck Alex over, and just the idea of it had his dick twitch, begging for release.
Instead, Sebastian folded himself across the sink, leaning on the surface to keep his feet steady as Alex freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs, giving a soft, “Oh!” and then a probing lick.
Unfortunately, there was nothing between Sebastian and that damn mirror anymore, so he had a front seat to the way his eyelids fluttered at that, his cheeks tinged a deep pink and his lips still wet and swollen.
He was so not going to last long. Fuck, he was going to embarrass himself.
Alex’s mouth wrapped around the head of his dick, inexperienced teeth scraping, but his tongue was digging for every drop of precum, and Sebastian had a lot of that to give.
Then Alex’s mouth slipped further down on his cock – he didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but he had a naturally big mouth and liked a challenge, so he swallowed way more of Sebastian's cock than Sebastian would have guessed.
A surprised, “Hnnnnngh!” escaped him, and suddenly, Alex’s mouth popped off his dick to chirp, “It’s okay, Sebastian, you can moan. I thought you said you had sex like you knew you were a horny slut.”
Yoba, Sebastian was going to kill him.
“I’ll moan once you start getting good at this, idiot!” Sebastian said, grabbing the cap on Alex’s head and pushing him back on his dick.
Alex, against expectations, eagerly slurped him back in, and Sebastian had to force his hand off Alex’s head and back to the sink, or he would have started to fuck Alex’s mouth without abandon, and that was definitely a few levels too high for a first blowjob.
He needed a fucking cigarette. And a strong drink.
His eyes fell on the hoodie Alex had thrown on the counter earlier, and he realized that at least one half of his needs was within reach.
Grabbing the hoodie with one hand, he dug for the plastic bag in which he had to wrap his lighter to take it on the plane. A quick scan of the ceiling revealed that there was no smoke detector, so he should be fine.
Alex made a gagging sound somewhere out of view, his throat working around Sebastian's dick, and Sebastian quickly lit his forbidden cigarette, taking a deep, deep drag.
He moaned, letting the smoke escape between his teeth, and Alex, believing it was his doing, eagerly choked himself on Sebastian's dick once more.
Oh shit. Oh God. Sebastian focused on his mirror image, the black rings under his eyes and red blotches around his mouth, then took another drag from his cigarette. He was leaning on his elbows, trying hard to hold back from moving his hips, and kept the smoke in his lungs for so long, he almost passed out.
Alex squeezed his dick with one hand, digging his thumb into the spot right above his balls, which Sebastian had given the same treatment with his piercing. Then his mouth slipped off his dick, and he asked, “Is this any good at all?”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you'd need constant reassurance,” Sebastian droned. “Want me to tell you what a good boy you are?”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” Alex grumbled, and Sebastian had to close his eyes so he wouldn't catch his own soft expression in the mirror. “You’re not exactly moaning like a horny slut!”
“I’m holding myself back so I won't start fucking your throat. Are you happy with that answer?” Sebastian retorted gruffly, keeping the cigarette between his lips.
He wasn’t sure if that was what tipped Alex off, or if the smoke had drifted down to him, but Alex suddenly cried, “Are you smoking right now?” And then he was gone from between Sebastian's legs, standing up to give him a horrified look.
“Sebastian!” he screeched. “That’s so illegal!”
“And? So is having sex in a public bathroom,” Sebastian pointed out, shrugging. “Yet you had no complaints there.”
“What if we end up on a no-fly list?” Alex continued to freak out, “How will we get back to college? I’m so not spending two whole days in a car with you!”
Sebastian discovered that Alex turning out to be gay had one advantage, at least, and that was that he could now be easily shut up by just grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Gross!” Alex complained, pulling back after a minute to let a tiny plume of smoke escape from his lips. He was back on Sebastian a second later, devouring his gross, ash-tasting mouth with an eagerness that most people Sebastian had been with didn’t have for kissing.
Sebastian separated their lips to take another drag from his cigarette before it was wasted, and Alex used the opportunity to grab him under the arms and lift him up on the counter, reversing their earlier positions.
Sebastian had never been with someone who could and would just easily manhandle him like that.
He wasn’t sure he liked it.
He also wasn’t sure he didn’t.
He perched on the edge of the sink, not leaning back like Alex had, and pushed him down by his head until Alex's face was level with Sebastian’s dick again.
“Are you just going to keep smoking that?” Alex groused, with an affected cough.
Sebastian grinned down at him, making sure to blow the next plume of smoke his way.
“You wanna stop?” he asked.
“No, I wanna make you cum,” Alex retorted, opening his huge mouth like a fucking tease, but not making any move to actually take Sebastian's dick, until Sebastian grabbed his head and shoved it down on himself.
“It’s like you fell out of some fucking porn,” Sebastian told him with clenched teeth, but Alex just looked up at him with big, watery eyes, his mouth stuffed to the brim with Sebastian's cock, and damn, it was a sight for the gods.
Sebastian pulled at his cigarette, trying to calm his breathing.
Alex did his best to swallow around him, but saliva ran out of the edges of his mouth, dripping to the floor. The angle was awful, and yet Sebastian did nothing to change it, because then Alex wouldn’t have looked up at him with his big, stupid eyes, and the fluffy, stupid tuft of hair peeking from his backward cap anymore.
Sebastian tipped the ash of his cigarette into the sink and took another drag, fighting against the tightness in his balls. He didn’t remember the last time he could have come simply because he was that turned on. Usually, there was a lot more and better stimulation involved.
Alex moaned around his cock – of course he had to start moaning now, the asshole!
Sebastian was practically leaking precum. His cigarette was down to the filter, and he fumbled to light the next one, groaning when it made Alex pop off his dick with an indignant expression.
“Are you bored, or–”
“Fuck off, Alex, I told you I’m holding back for you!”
“Well, you look pretty fucking bored,” Alex complained. Ugh, the complaining all the time! Sebastian couldn't stand it. “This is my first blowjob, you know? Maybe I need some direction!”
“So basically you want me to tutor you again,” Sebastian said, raising an eyebrow. “You want a sticker for your work, after?”
He could see from Alex’s face that he had crossed a line. Those brows, which were usually only furrowed when he was trying to concentrate, were giving him away. He looked to the side, swallowing.
Fuck, he looked like a kicked puppy.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian said, voice raspy from the cigarettes and his held-back moans. “I'm being an ass. You’re doing amazing, actually.”
“Yeah, right,” Alex mumbled.
“I'll prove it to you,” Sebastian said. “Continue, please.”
Alex frowned at him with his kicked-puppy-face.
“Open your mouth!” Sebastian said.
Alex opened his mouth with his kicked-puppy-face.
Oh Yoba.
Sebastian fisted his dick with his free hand and directed it to Alex’s mouth, groaning when those lips closed around his head, sucking him in.
He barely had to do anything, just pull at his own balls three times, then he was coming down Alex’s throat.
Alex, to his credit, didn’t flinch in shock – his eyes widened, and he gave a surprised squeak, but he caught every last drop of Sebastian's cum, holding it in his cheek when Sebastian slipped out of his mouth.
“Look at that,” Sebastian said, grinning from ear to ear. “You are a good boy!”
Alex, in order to give his retort, quickly swallowed the mouthful of cum – holy fuck! – and made a face.
“I’m not loving the condescension,” he said. “Or the lack of warning.”
“Hmmm,” Sebastian said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “But you were so desperate to know how good you are.”
Alex stuck out his tongue and wiggled it around. “My mouth feels weird.”
“You’re in the right place,” Sebastian said, indicating the sinks.
Alex turned on the tap and took a large gulp of water, rinsing his mouth thoroughly.
Sebastian finished his cigarette and watched him from the corner of his eye.
“And?” he asked, once Alex was done washing out his mouth. “Still gay?”
“Is every guy going to be like you?”
“Depends,” Sebastian said. “Which part of me do you mean?”
“The… I don’t know. The way you’re all…” He lowered his voice, putting on an exaggerated scowl. “Open your mouth!”
“Ah!” Sebastian grinned. “Did you like it?”
Alex sank back against the sink with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “I wanna say no,” he said.
“You opened your mouth.”
“Yeah,” he said wistfully. Then he turned to give Sebastian a glare. “And then you shot your spunk right into it!”
“Kind of the end goal of a blowjob,” Sebastian grinned, leaning to Alex’s side to crush his cigarette in the wet sink.
He wasn’t surprised when Alex used the reduced distance between their faces to bring their lips together. Obviously, he liked kissing. Obviously, he liked using his mouth in general, which was nice, because he had a really nice mouth.
Sebastian could taste himself, despite Alex washing out his mouth moments before. Shifting a little, he pulled Alex back between his legs so they could make out without anyone breaking their necks.
Like an afterthought, Alex’s roaming hands grabbed the baby pink tee Sebastian was still wearing and pulled it over his head, leaning back a bit to get a look at all the tattoos on Sebastian's torso.
“What do they mean?” he asked, drawing his fingers along the frog skeleton on Sebastian's upper abdomen.
“I’ll tell you some other time,” Sebastian said, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it back over his head, hiding his tattoos from view. “Right now we should really go get our bags before they’re brought to the lost and found.”
Alex looked down at himself, then back up at Sebastian.
“I can't leave like this,” he said.
Sebastian smirked, throwing the baby pink shirt at his head. “Too bad. I really wanna see you in this, so I’m not going to get your bag for you.”
Alex pulled the shirt over his head with no further complaints. He filled it out quite nicely, the seams straining against his muscles, especially around the arms. And the color looked much nicer on his tanned skin.
“You should arrive in Pelican Town like that,” Sebastian said. “Will save you the trouble of coming out to everyone individually.”
“I think I’d prefer it if you just fucked me right in the town square,” Alex said, scrunching his nose.
“Yoba, Alex!”
“That was a joke, don’t get any strange ideas!” Alex said, as if Sebastian had been the one to suggest it in the first place. “I’m not actually into exhibitionism. This bathroom was an exception.”
“But you are into the idea of me fucking you?”
Alex gave him a cheeky grin, then repeated the words Sebastian had just told him.
“I’ll tell you some other time.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes at him and fished out another candy from his hoodie.
“Wait!” Alex said before Sebastian could pop the candy into his mouth.
“When I said I can’t leave like this…” Alex grabbed Sebastian around the waist and pulled him back to the floor, bringing their bodies flush together.
“I meant this,” he rasped into Sebastian's ear, pressing his hard cock into his hips and fusing their mouths together before any form of protest could escape.
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!” Sebastian cursed as soon as his mouth was free.
Alex gave him a sheepish grin. “I got hard again,” he explained unnecessarily.
“I can see that, asshat! It’s just right back to square one with you!”
But even as he said it, his hand was already slipping past the elastic of Alex’s waistband, reaching for that pretty cock to wrap his fist around, giving it a punishing tug.
Alex fell into him with a long, pronounced moan.
Oh shit, so it was going to be like that now, huh?
He started jerking Alex without mercy, and Alex responded by crying out loud, right into his ear.
“Why are you moaning like that now?” Sebastian asked, feeling like tearing his hair out.
“‘Cause I’m a horny slut,” Alex whimpered, thrusting up into Sebastian's hand when he stilled for a moment.
“You fucking idiot!” Sebastian groaned. “By the time I make you come, I’ll be hard again!”
Alex just moaned needily at his words, pressing his mouth against Sebastian's throat.
“It’ll be like the sexiest, never-ending merry-go-round,” Sebastian gasped.
Alex sucked harder at his throat.
“If you make me hard again, I won’t hold back when fucking your mouth!” Sebastian warned.
Alex stiffened, then came in a flurry of warm, sudden spurts, sullying his sweatpants inside and out.
Pulling his hand out, Sebastian wiped it on the gray fabric, since it didn’t matter anymore.
Alex was slumped against him, breathing hard. Then he slowly sank to the floor, looking down at the dark patches on his sweatpants.
“Well shit,” he said breathlessly. Looking up at Sebastian with a grin, he added, “Seems like you’ll have to get my bag for me after all.”
Sebastian scowled down at him, feeling his dick slowly twitch back to life.
This was annoying.
Quickly closing the fly to his jeans, he turned to leave, then paused once he was halfway through the door.
“Will you be hard again once I come back?”
“Probably.”
“We’ll never get to Pelican Town at this pace,” Sebastian groaned.
Unfortunately, his dick didn’t care about that at all.
“I have a lot to make up for,” Alex pointed out.
“You mostly just have the refractory period of a damn athlete!”
“You could just try to be less sexy,” Alex said, as if Sebastian was actively acting sexy at any fucking point.
Sebastian closed the door in his face and stomped away, hoping against hope that all their bags were still where they’d been left and no one had called in a bomb threat because of unattended luggage.
This summer sure was going to be…
Hot as hell.