Frat Boy and Toppy (10 page)

As Brad explored, Sebastian began to move again, watching him fight his falling eyelids, listening to the catch in his throat every time Sebastian pulled out. Brad’s fingers stilled and his eyelids fluttered shut, but he forced them open to watch Sebastian again.

Sebastian wanted to see him lose that fight.

“You’re just like I imagined,” Brad breathed. “You’re beautiful.”

He looked alarmed by what he’d blurted out, his gaze flying up to Sebastian’s, mouth opening to say something. So Sebastian shoved himself into Brad harder and deeper than before. Balls deep, fighting his own eyelids. Brad arched up, moaning louder this time, mouth open, eyes closed, exposing his neck. Sebastian leaned down to run his lips up Brad’s throat. “
You’re
beautiful,” he corrected.

Brad whimpered. Sebastian sucked skin into his mouth and nipped it, moving faster and harder. He brought his body down, pushing himself against Brad’s skin, wanting as much as he could get.

“Oh, God, Sebastian. That. Fuck.” Sebastian smiled into the skin under Brad’s chin and kissed it, then let his tongue play. The wet head of Brad’s cock was painting pre-cum on his stomach, Brad’s hands trapped between them, gripping Sebastian’s chest. He surged in harder, pushing a sharper sound out of Brad.

Sebastian’s hips—and instincts—started to take over. He was fucking Brad more seriously now. Feeling it more. He dropped his head and concentrated on making Brad feel more, too, changing his angle.

“Oh fuck!” Brad arched up convulsively. “That. There. Again, Sebastian.”

So he did. Again and again and again. Until Brad was writhing and whimpering. Completely lost. Sebastian lifted his head enough to watch Brad’s face. He’d never had this kind of influence on anyone before, never made someone’s body respond like this. Certainly never had someone’s responses affect him so much. He almost thought he could come just from watching Brad come apart.

He really, really wanted to see that. He pushed himself up farther, propping himself on one arm, and worked a hand between them, grasping Brad’s cock, thumb circling around the head.

Brad clutched at Sebastian’s other wrist and curled up to him, eyes opening, watching Sebastian stroke him from under heavy lids. Brad’s mouth hung open and he panted and moaned. It was the sexiest thing Sebastian had ever seen.

He stroked up on Brad’s dick, twisting his hand, and Brad came undone, his fingernails sharp on Sebastian’s wrist. He shouted, curling up off the floor, eyes closed and face screwed up tight. Brad pulsed in his hand and his ass clamped down on Sebastian’s cock. He pushed into the resisting muscle hard and looked down to see cum all over Brad’s stomach, and more leaking onto his fingers.

It was like watching the USS Enterprise take off at warp speed, when the stars started streaming by in long lines and you went from a standstill to faster than light. His own sensations suddenly overloaded and catapulted him into orgasm. He slammed into Brad, probably way too rough, but he wasn’t really in control of that anymore. He came until he saw the stars streaming by, his whole body shivering with the sensation. Holding himself above Brad until he couldn’t anymore and then collapsing onto him. Getting both of them sticky and probably crushing the guy.

Not that Brad seemed to be complaining. He was a big, strong jock. He could take Sebastian’s weight for a minute or two.

One of Brad’s hands landed clumsily on Sebastian’s back and started moving up and down his spine. He felt Brad’s breath stirring his hair, and propped himself up on Brad’s chest to see him after a minute.

There was too much on his face. Sebastian couldn’t even begin to figure out what all those emotions were. If he had to name them, fear and joy would be at the top of the list. Brad’s eyes were shining and huge, the pale blue almost luminous in the light from the kitchen. His lips were dark and puffy from Sebastian’s kisses.

He looked vulnerable. Fuck, that was sexy. Sebastian leaned forward and kissed him. Another achingly sweet one. Placing smaller kisses around his lips as he eased away. He could feel Brad shivering. “Cold?”

Brad shook his head, mute, just staring at him. He leaned forward and kissed Brad’s chin this time. “Let me get something to clean you up. Stay here and I’ll take care of you.”

It took a minute to sink in, but then Brad nodded. His eyelids drifted shut over hazy eyes, but flew open as Sebastian eased himself out of Brad. Brad shivered, then sighed and let his eyes fall closed again.

In the bathroom, Sebastian threw away the condom while running the water to get it warm. He stood there watching it stream into the sink.

He’d figured out a long time ago that part of what got him off was how his partner reacted to him. He thought he was generally pretty good at reading them, their responses, figuring out their needs. But he’d ignored all the signs that Brad was completely inexperienced with men because he’d wanted to fuck him so badly. He’d royally fucked up tonight.

Maybe.

He was surprised to find out how much he liked Brad. He’d been with a lot of guys, but most of the time it was just sex. With Brad, he didn’t know if it was the virginity thing or something deeper, but he wanted to maybe explore it some more. They could have a hell of a good time in bed for a while if Brad was interested.

But Brad was kind of like a frightened wild animal. The closeted frat jock. Timid without the pack; terrified when exploring outside his natural environment. Some public-television narrator started doing the voice-over in his head.
Liable to strike out when threatened with exposure
.

Maybe. Or maybe not. Sebastian sighed. He’d just have to leave it up to Brad. He grabbed a washcloth and reached for the now-steaming water. On the inside of his wrist were three little crescents: marks from Brad’s fingernails breaking his skin. Sebastian dropped the washcloth in the running water, bracing himself on the counter with his arms. His stomach tightened up into a ball.

Fuck.
He’d just taken Frat Boy’s virginity.

Everything looked different inside his head. Brad wasn’t sure what it would look like if he opened his eyes. He was too tired to do that right now, anyway, so he let himself zone out a while. He floated, feeling so fucking good and, just, high.

So much better than he’d thought. Like he’d been having sex through plastic wrap his whole life and now he got to actually feel skin for the first time.

He startled a little at the touch of a warm washcloth on his stomach and Sebastian’s weight next to his thigh. He smiled because it tickled when Sebastian wiped the cloth across his stomach, but he couldn’t open his eyes.

Sebastian cleaned him up, and Brad shivered as the moisture on him cooled. Sebastian’s lips were soft on his abdomen, beside his navel. A bolt of sensation shot down his gut to his dick, but it was kind of tired right now. Too tired to move.

“Brad,” Sebastian breathed into his ear. “We need to relocate. My roommates could come home, and when they find naked men in the living room, they assume they’re up for grabs.”

Brad’s eyes shot open. “You have roommates?”

Sebastian sounded amused. “Yeah, two. They won’t show up anytime soon, but I don’t want you passed out on the floor when they do.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I don’t want that much, either.” Jeez, even his voice sounded different. Or maybe his ears heard things differently.

“You can come to bed with me, or I can take you home. My roommates won’t tell anyone you stayed, but other people live in this complex that go to Calapooya.”

Brad stared at the ceiling, frozen. He knew what he wanted, but it had nothing to do with other people from school seeing him leave Sebastian’s apartment in the morning, and everything to do with needing to know what Sebastian wanted. Did he just want Brad to leave? Kinda like Brad wanted the girls he’d hooked up with to just leave?

Before he had to figure out a way to ask, Sebastian planted a hand on either side of Brad’s shoulders and leaned forward until he was only inches from Brad’s face. He had such a sexy grin. Playful. Brad caught himself before he sighed.

“If you stay, I’ll wake you up early so you can make your escape. We can do other stuff you’ve never done with a guy before.”

Brad’s mouth dried out. Sebastian leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll stay,” he rasped when Sebastian pulled back.

Brad’s horizons weren’t broadened much more that night. He found he was dead tired. Once he stumbled into Sebastian’s room—dark and hard to see, but there was the bed—and Sebastian had curled up behind him with an arm around his waist, he couldn’t stay awake. It was kind of a relief, really, since he had a feeling it would be awkward.

Sebastian woke him just before dawn with a hand on his dick. Too bad he couldn’t get an alarm clock that did that.

Or, even better, an alarm clock that stroked him slowly while thrusting against his lower back until they both came. Then kissed his neck and let him doze a few more minutes before waking him up with another warm, wet washcloth. Now
that
was a snooze alarm.

“You want me to give you a ride?” Sebastian kept his voice low, maybe because of the roommates, or maybe just because it seemed like the kind of time and place where speaking softly was right.

Brad stretched. He didn’t feel awkward, just all warm and relaxed. Sated. He thought about it a few seconds, but, “No. I’d kinda like to walk. Guess I need to think.”

Sebastian smiled and walked him to the door. He didn’t say anything about seeing Brad again. Well, not “seeing” like the night before. He did kiss him at the door, though, and said, “See you in class on Thursday.”

What was Brad supposed to say?
Not if I show up here before then.
Or maybe,
You don’t want to fuck me again?
Or the classic,
Where do you see this relationship going?

All the awkward came back in a rush. He shoved his hands into his pockets and said, “’Kay.” He looked at Sebastian, who was watching him, then turned around and walked out the door.

He felt way less sated by the time he made it back to the frat. It was still pretty gray—the sun hadn’t really popped over the horizon, yet—when the house suddenly loomed up in front of him. Brad didn’t know if it had been hiding or if he’d just been thinking too hard, but there it was, like a big haunted house. He crept across the porch and opened the door cautiously, not exactly sure what he was being cautious about. Maybe a skeleton jumping out at him and yelling, “Fag!”

Instead, Julian was standing blearily in the entrance hall, blinking and swaying with a trash bag clutched in one hand and his grabber-thingy on a stick in the other. Julian was a bit of a neatnik. He probably hadn’t even gone to bed, just drank all night and started cleaning when the last person passed out.

“Hey, Brad,” he hiccupped.

“Hey, Jules.” Brad moved on past him, breathing a sigh of relief that the first guy he ran into was still drunk and preoccupied with garbage.

In his room, it was just light enough to see that there were two people in Kyle’s bed. Kyle had himself wrapped around some girl. She looked familiar, so Brad looked closer: Ashley.

Thank God
she was moving on.

In his own bed were two girls he didn’t recognize. Collin’s bed hadn’t been slept in. The thought of why two girls might want to wedge themselves together into his little single bed made him pause a second.
Whatever
. Fortunately, they were too hungover to complain much as he rousted them out and sent them on their way.

He dropped into bed in his shorts and a T-shirt, huddling under his blankets. He needed a shower, and he was fucking cold. He also had some aches left over from his night with Sebastian. Well, one significant ache.

He shivered a little, thinking about it. The ache was kind of nice. Like a souvenir. He pulled the blanket over his head and lay there, smelling sex and Sebastian.

Best Dutch oven ever.

Brad didn’t shower until Sunday evening. By then, Collin and Kyle were starting to bitch.

All weekend he’d been doing his normal shit, working out, inventorying the kitchen or doing homework, ignoring texts from his sisters demanding to know what had happened, not returning messages from his mom, and it would hit him.
Sebastian fucked me.