Family of Lies: Sebastian (24 page)

“Are you going to undress?”

Sebastian had prepared for this part. “I will afterwards.”

“You want to bed me, but you don’t trust me.”

“I trust you, but I need to know that my face doesn’t matter. I swear I’ll show you, but it can only be after,” Sebastian said. “You’ll see why… if you still want to do this.”

Turren bent so they were eye to eye. “Your word. If we have sex, you will reveal yourself to me?”

“Yes,” Sebastian promised.

“This is going to be awkward if I can’t see what I’m touching.”

“It’s all right. I won’t hold it against you.” Sebastian smiled nervously, wishing he could take off his cloak right then.

“Please move farther onto the bed and lie back,” Turren said.

I’m really doing this
, Sebastian thought as he obeyed.

Turren lay across him and kissed him again.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around Turren’s bare shoulders and smiled against the prince’s mouth. “How many sword lessons do you have every day?”

“Enough to survive assassinations just so you can hold on to me.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I’m in your bed. There’s no need for more wooing.”

“You coming to my bed willingly when I was still concerned about being presumptuous deserves sweet words,” Turren said as he covered Sebastian’s mouth completely.

Always a damn charmer
, Sebastian thought and closed his eyes to enjoy Turren’s weight on him. It was an unfamiliar comfort, and Sebastian didn’t know if he would experience it again. Hands grasped the ties of Sebastian’s cloak but couldn’t untangle them. Turren pulled away and glared at the garment.

“How are we supposed to do this if I can’t undress you?”

“I guess I’ll have to help,” Sebastian said. “Um….” He looked at Turren, whose eyebrow arched, and tried to figure out how they were going to do this. Placing his hand on Turren’s shoulder, Sebastian gently pushed him back and unfastened his pants. While Sebastian moved his fingers, Turren licked his lips. He glanced at Turren’s cock. Its hard tip glistened with seed, and Sebastian had no doubt where the prince planned on releasing it. When he looked up again, Turren was closer and kissed him again. “That’s not helping.”

“I’m simply finding a way to enjoy your rules.” Turren kissed Sebastian again.

Sebastian lowered his pants so Turren had access to his lower body. Taking a deep breath, he took one of Turren’s hands and guided him to the unprotected skin. Fingers closed over his cock and squeezed. Sebastian moaned into Turren’s mouth.

Turren’s lips moved to Sebastian’s chin. “Would you please take off one glove? I’m close enough that I can’t see your skin. Please?” he begged again, squeezing Sebastian just a little more and making him groan.

“All right.” Sebastian scraped off a glove by using his side as leverage and tossed it aside. Turren guided his hand just as Sebastian had done, and soon both men stroked each other in unison. It was strange touching another man’s cock, but Turren’s efforts relaxed him, and he grew bolder, pumping his fists in longer strokes so his hand brushed Turren’s balls. Each time, Sebastian slid his hand from root to tip, and Turren did the same. “Ah!” As usual, the prince couldn’t be content with what Sebastian gave. Turren’s other hand snuck beneath Sebastian’s balls and toward a hole untouched by others.
He could have given me a warning
, Sebastian thought but he didn’t stop Turren from exploring the delicate skin. They were very soft touches filled with curiosity and passion.

Turren leaned forward and kissed Sebastian’s forehead. “I need to apply the oil now.”

Sebastian let go of Turren’s cock and nodded emphatically before he lost his nerve. With his palm, Turren pushed Sebastian on his back.

“I promise I will be considerate, and though I have not bedded another, I will satisfy your needs.”

Sebastian blinked and raised himself on his elbows. “What?”

“Why are you confused? I thought I spoke very clearly.”

“You spoke clearly, but how can
you
be a virgin?”

“By not having sex.”

The intimacy of the situation made even Sebastian aware of how his word choices needed to be taken with care. “I’m asking how can a rich prince with the bonus of being handsome still be a virgin? You had to have men throwing themselves at you as soon as you hit puberty.”

Turren sighed as he put the oil bottle down next to Sebastian’s head. “I’ve had offers, but I’m not as naïve as you and other people think. Yes, I could have taken many men to bed, but it was mostly lords and other sons from royal families who had the guts to ask. Many of them would have been willing to have a brief tryst, but others might have pushed for marriage. I could either open myself up to a troublesome situation or I could wait and see if the person I cared for ever returned my feelings.”

“What if this never happened?” Sebastian asked, waving a hand at both of them.

“I had to believe that your heart was able to accept mine, or I would never marry.”

Sebastian shook his head. “You’re either the most optimistic man I’ve ever met, or the most insane.”

“I prefer the former,” Turren said. “Now, may we continue?”

“Wait,” Sebastian said, thinking of the heavy weight of the thick cock he had held earlier. “This is my first time too.” Turren didn’t blink or show any response that he was surprised. Sebastian sighed. “At least pretend this is news to you.”

“You hate being touched by other people and never reveal your face. That comes with a lot of easy assumptions.”

“Whatever. But I think I should mention that I’m quite skilled at magic.”

“I already know this.”

“Yes, but I can also transfigure things and return them to their original shape without any side effects.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, Sebastian.”

“Since this is my first time, and I’m guessing you want me to be the receptacle tonight, my comfort could be better handled if you weren’t so… large,” Sebastian finished.

Turren’s eyes widened. “Do you mean a shrinking spell on my—
”

“Only a very tiny—” Sebastian stopped his bad phrasing and went on. “I mean a small spell with little reaction…. Gods, why can’t there be a better way to put it?”

Turren frowned and came down on Sebastian’s mouth so hard that Sebastian almost bit his lip. “I’m sorry, Sebastian,” he said after allowing Sebastian to breathe again. “But you have lost all talking privileges.” Proving his words, he covered Sebastian’s mouth again in deep kisses.

Turren’s tongue overwhelmed Sebastian’s, and Sebastian’s head sank into the pillows. He wrapped his arms around Turren’s neck, and the prince’s naked body pressed against him. His legs were pulled apart, and his pants were lowered to his knees. The enchanted cloak wrapped around the exposed skin, but Turren’s oiled fingers were given admittance beneath the cloth.

“This isn’t how I imagined us, but it’s not a disappointment, either,” Turren said as a fingertip disappeared in Sebastian’s ass and from his own view. “You may be giving me a fetish after all.”

“Shut—ah!” Sebastian cried out as the finger went deeper.

“No speaking,” Turren said as he grabbed Sebastian’s cock and thrust his finger back and forth in Sebastian’s ass.

Another finger joined the first one, and Sebastian blew out his breath, taking both of them inside him. As if to distract him, Turren drizzled oil on Sebastian’s cock and smeared it across the shaft. Gripping Sebastian’s cock, Turren crushed his lips against Sebastian’s just as a third finger pushed into his ass. Sebastian grunted, feeling a little pain, but Turren’s other hand sped up mercilessly at the same time.

Despite feeling uncomfortable with several fingers in his ass, Sebastian clutched onto Turren’s shoulders from the attention Turren gave his cock. As his hole relaxed, Turren’s fingers plunged deeper, and Sebastian’s seed spilled onto the prince’s chest. Turren finally released his mouth, and Sebastian could breathe again while Turren raised his legs, his pants falling off his foot.

“You are no longer forbidden to talk,” Turren said as he slowly pushed his cock inside of Sebastian.

Panic began building in Sebastian’s chest.
Why I am doing this? Why did I trust the prince with my body? Maybe I’m not ready to let someone inside of me.
Breath touched his cheek, and Sebastian looked up to see Prince Turren staring where Sebastian’s eyes were hidden by his hood.

“Thank you,” Turren whispered as a tear fell onto Sebastian’s cheek.

Sebastian smiled and hugged Turren closer. “You’re an idiot.”

“A happy… one.” Turren rested his forehead against Sebastian’s and moaned when his cock was fully sheathed. “You’re very warm but kind of tight.”

“Because that is not an average size, you ass.”

“And tighter, please relax, Sebastian.”

“No one told you to be this large.”

“Wait a moment,” Turren said, and his cock pulled out of Sebastian’s ass.

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief, but then more oil dripped onto his hole. Turren massaged it into him and added more oil to his own cock. Pressing into Sebastian again, he went in smoothly and moaned.

“That’s better,” Turren said.

It was still uncomfortable for Sebastian, but there was no pain. Sebastian’s head snapped back when Turren thrust into him without warning. “You as—ah!”

“Bastian!” Turren gasped out. Once the prince’s hips started moving, he never stopped or slowed, rutting inside Sebastian as pleasure overtook him.

The room blurred as Sebastian’s body moved with Turren. Turren buckled and groaned in his ear as release found him. Sweaty and mouth wide open, Turren looked lost and confused. Sebastian brought the prince’s mouth down to his, and they kissed while Turren thrust out the remnants of his pleasure. Turren sighed and plopped on top of Sebastian, cradling his head in Sebastian’s neck. Sebastian was too tired to complain about the heavy weight.

“Sorry,” Turren said and slid off to collapse next to him.

Sebastian stared at the ceiling and tried to catch his breath.
What do we do now?
Do we kiss? Do we talk?
He lay there and wondered what Turren would do, but the silence was soon broken by the prince’s snores.
I can live with that
, Sebastian thought as he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion take over.

W
ATER
DRIPPING
woke Sebastian. He groaned as he turned over and saw Turren sitting up with a bowl of water and rag in his hands. “What are you doing?” Sebastian mumbled.

“Waiting for you to keep your word so I can clean you.”

“Damn you for being an early riser.”
If I had wakened first, I could have slipped out of the prince’s room without having to reveal myself.

“I have a feeling that dishonorable thoughts are running through your head, and I was wise to set a waking spell.”

“Bastard.”

Turren crossed his arms.

“Fine, a deal is a deal,” Sebastian said. “But you don’t tell your parents, Pembrost, or Frederick anything about me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian whipped the covers off and sat up. He gripped the edge of his hood and looked at Turren. Closing his eyes, Sebastian pushed back the hood quickly and waited for Turren’s response. Seconds passed, and Turren said nothing. Sebastian opened his eyes and the prince appeared hurt. He straightened his shoulders. “What is it?”

“I thought you trusted me, Sebastian. After what we did, I expected you to keep your word.”

“Huh?”

Turren shook his head and turned away. “I don’t care how beautiful that illusion is, I want to see the real you.”

Sebastian lounged on his side and leaned his head on his hand. “Are you trying to tell me that you would choose a hideous visage over this?”

“I have told you that since the moment we met again,” Turren said and faced Sebastian. “This means nothing,” he said while pointing to Sebastian’s body. “I thought you would keep your promise. I thought that I meant more to you.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes to the heavens and sighed. “You are the biggest fool I’ve ever met.”

“Do not mock me,” Turren said, anger filling his voice.

“When I was a baby, my brothers took me to Silver Lake, and they lost sight of me. A woman found me and tried to take me home with her. My brothers caught her in time, but she still tried to take me. You see, my brothers were too plain to be my kin, so she assumed they were lying. I had to be pried from her arms, and she sobbed as if her child had been taken from her. When I was six, two lords came upon me and were struck so much by my appearance they decided at the same time to bring me home. Both of them couldn’t have me, so they dueled to the death. They died on each other’s blades, and Mother later found me covered in their blood.”

“People thought their madness was brought on by the forest,” Turren whispered.

Sebastian laughed bitterly. “They were poisoned by my beauty. At eleven, people no longer wanted me as a beautiful child. They wanted me for other things, and I found out the hard way when I stupidly lowered my hood when I was alone. A man appeared, and a strange instinct told me to run. I didn’t make it far, and he seemed madder than the others. I broke away as he tore at my clothes, and that’s when Harold and Margaret found me. I had my hood up before they could even look at my face, and the man used it as an excuse for why he attacked me. He claimed I was a beast who tried to rob him. Harold knew who I was because of my cloak and used his magic to see past the spell. As soon as he saw my face, he knew. Margaret saw too, and she cursed my attacker. Harold brought me home, and I haven’t showed any strangers my face since.”

Turren had leaned in during Sebastian’s tale, and he brushed his fingers through Sebastian’s fine golden hair.

“You see, I am cursed, just not in the way people think.”

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” Turren said.

“I’m not mad at you. It’s rare for me to hear that my face isn’t good enough.”

“You know what I meant!” Turren blushed.