Frat Boy and Toppy (14 page)

Sebastian didn’t let Brad come in the shower. He made him get out and lie on the bed, Sebastian toweling off slowly next him, Brad watching, breath hitching and hips unable to stay still. Then Sebastian straddled Brad’s legs and started tracing Brad’s muscles with his tongue, licking the water off his skin.

“Oh, God,” Brad whispered when Sebastian’s tongue flicked across his nipple. Sebastian laughed softly against it, his lips vibrating, making Brad curl up in reaction, gasping.

Was this what it had felt like when Sebastian’s cock had been in his mouth and he’d been moaning? Sebastian had liked that.

Brad had fucking loved it. Loved being on his knees in front of him. Loved the taste of Sebastian’s pre-cum and the feel of him in his mouth. The gagging he could have done without, but Sebastian told him to use his hand to keep from taking him too deep and he’d gotten over it. Fast. Mostly after that, it had been about learning Sebastian with his tongue. The smooth head and the veiny shaft and that almost-not-there taste of copper when Brad pressed hard against the big blood vessel on the underside of Sebastian’s cock. Sebastian’s murmured instructions, and later his moans, made Brad moan in turn. Clutching Sebastian’s shaft in one hand, his hip in the other. The taste of Sebastian when he came in Brad’s mouth, Sebastian’s hands somehow gripping his short hair tight.

Sebastian started licking down from Brad’s navel. He wrapped his fingers around Brad’s cock, holding him out of the way so he could tease around the base. Brad rocked his hips, trying to get Sebastian’s fingers to tighten up or move or
something
. Sebastian nipped his hip bone hard and Brad stopped rocking, tried to be still, all his muscles locked up.

Finally, Sebastian looked up at him, Brad craning his neck to see, and he licked slowly along the slit in Brad’s cockhead. Through the blood rushing in Brad’s ears, he heard Sebastian ask, “Like this? Did he lick you like this?”

Brad nodded, doing his bobble-head imitation again. Sebastian started going through what Collin had done, step by step, like he was trying to write over Brad’s memory of it. The same way he’d made Brad suck him in the shower before they got too into now to bother with what had happened then. Sebastian licked him and finally took him into his mouth. Brad’s hips jerked, shoving his dick farther into Sebastian. He took Brad easily, but placed both hands on Brad’s hips to keep him still, leaning in.

After that, it was sucking and swallowing and wet heat and then a finger up his ass, looking for his prostate. Pressing on it while Sebastian took Brad into his throat, and Brad lost it, coming so hard he couldn’t hear himself shout. Everything went black and white and he curled up, his muscles beyond his control, feeling like he was emptying out. Way more than just cum. Trying to leave part of himself in Sebastian.

Sebastian gently pulled his finger out of Brad’s ass, making his sphincter clench and a small aftershock quake in his balls. Sebastian pulled his mouth slowly off Brad, then licked him and kissed him until Brad’s breathing evened out. Then Sebastian laid his head on Brad’s thigh, stroking Brad’s hip. Occasionally pressing kisses into his skin while Brad stroked Sebastian’s hair.

Suddenly Brad had a lump in his throat. There was so much he wanted to say, and it was too soon and he didn’t have the right and he probably wasn’t good enough anyway. He swallowed around it and said, “I don’t really deserve this.”

Sebastian rose up on his elbows and looked up at Brad. “Deserve this what?”

“You.”

“Why not?”

“I used a lot of girls in the past, trying to figure my shit out. My sisters say I was an asshole.”

Sebastian pulled himself up next to Brad, propping his head on a hand to look down at him. He had that smile that knotted Brad up inside. “So, is it true?”

Brad shrugged, uncomfortable. Why did he feel like he had to be honest with Sebastian? But he was, like, unable to lie to Sebastian and didn’t have a fucking clue why. Even if it was humiliating as shit.

“Maybe.”

Sebastian just looked down at him in that calm way he had.

Brad sighed and gulped in a breath, holding it. “I just . . . I didn’t really know what I wanted, you know? But I wasn’t getting it, no matter who I slept with or whatever. I saw my sisters over spring break and they were giving me shit over it, saying I was using girls and . . .” he shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Did you lie to anyone?”

Brad cringed. “I’ve tried not to the last couple years, but I wasn’t so honest in high school. I might have let some girls think I was interested in, you know, more.”

“But you weren’t.”

“It was so fucked up, you know? I’d think maybe this girl would do it for me, and then about two minutes after I came I’d be scrambling out of there, feeling like there was something wrong with me. All my friends thought getting some was, like, the pinnacle of existence and I was, like, ‘meh.’ So I faked it. Except I kept trying to find it, too.”

Sebastian reached one finger out and traced Brad’s jaw, following the finger with his eyes. “You maybe hurt some people, yeah?” he asked.

Brad thought of Ashley’s face when he’d dumped her. Sebastian laid a very light finger on his Adam’s apple as Brad swallowed. “Yeah.” He paused. “I thought when I came over here you’d kick me out because of that thing with Collin. Like I didn’t really deserve to be with you because I’ve been so, I don’t know. Uncaring. Like I have bad karma.”

“I’m glad you told me.” Sebastian’s voice was low. He was still watching his finger trace muscles in Brad’s throat.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sebastian looked at him again, into his eyes. “I didn’t like that, thinking about you with some other guy, though.” Nearly whispering, finger light on Brad’s carotid artery.

“I can’t stand thinking of you with someone else.” Brad felt like he’d maybe ripped his chest open and invited Sebastian to poke around inside. He held his breath.

“I haven’t been. Not since the first time with you.”

Brad’s breath left him in a whoosh. He would have collapsed onto the bed if he hadn’t already been flat on his back in it.

“I can’t absolve you of guilt for all those girls you might have hurt, hon, but I’m sure as hell not going to kick you out of bed for it, either. You have to work out how you want to deal with your past for yourself.”

“I can do that.” He hoped.

“I have to leave for class in an hour,” Sebastian’s voice brought Brad’s attention back from wherever it had gone. They’d been talking, then he’d sort of dozed off. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Sebastian’s clock, trying not to dislodge Sebastian’s arm from his waist. He liked Sebastian spooning him.

“Yeah, I have a class this afternoon I can’t miss. I’ll need to leave about then, too.”

“What kinda class? Some phys ed health thing?” Sebastian sounded honestly curious.

Which made it a little easier to say, “Organic gardening.” He held his breath, waiting for a response.

“Really? That sounds cool. I didn’t know Calapooya even had an ag program.”

Brad scrunched his eyes closed. “It’s a home ec class.”

Sebastian loomed over him suddenly, looking down at him. “Brad, are you a home ec major?” he asked, playfully mocking. Brad knew that when he looked up he’d see Sebastian’s mischievous smile that made him gooey inside.

Yep, there it was. “Family and consumer sciences. It’s my minor,” he admitted.

Sebastian’s eyes lit up even more. “Sounds like home ec. Bet that makes you popular at the frat house.”

Brad couldn’t help but smile back. “It does. I’m in charge of the kitchen.”

“What, like you cook and stuff?”

“Not usually. We have a cook, but I plan the menus and make sure he has all the stuff he needs. Sometimes I cook for formal dinners.” Was that weird? Some of the frat guys thought it was, but no one ever said shit to his face once they tasted what he produced.

Sebastian cocked his head, looking less playful and more interested. “You really love it, yeah? Cooking.”

No one,
no one
, had ever just recognized that. Even his mom and his sisters thought it was some kind of charming, eccentric hobby for him. Brad swallowed. “Yeah,” he said, his voice gravelly from being forced out past some sort of blockage.

“Better than all your jock stuff?” Sebastian looked much more serious now.

“Yeah.” Brad swallowed again.

“How come you aren’t majoring in it? Or in a cooking school?”

Brad swallowed a third time and had to look away. Before he had to work up some kind of answer, Sebastian said softly, lowering his head, “Yeah, that might be hard for people to understand about you. My poor, misunderstood jock.” Murmuring in Brad’s ear. Then kissing along his cheekbone. His eyelid. “Let me take your mind off that, honey.” He returned to Brad’s earlobe, tonguing it.

“Please,” Brad groaned.

“On your stomach, then.”

Sebastian pushed lightly on his shoulder. Brad rolled over immediately and stretched against the sheets. Sebastian had barely even touched him, but the blood was already pumping into his cock. He squirmed. Sebastian laid a palm on the small of Brad’s back. “Keep still, Bradley.”

“Mmm. Like it when you call me that.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian murmured in his ear, chest pressed against Brad’s back. “Good, because I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

“You know it’s not really my name.”

“That’s okay,” Sebastian said into Brad’s spine in between kisses. “It’s my name for you. Today, Bradley”—he kissed Brad’s lower back, making Brad clench his muscles —“I’m going to teach you all about rimming.”

Brad learned rimming was hot breath on his sacrum, Sebastian’s thumbs pulling his cheeks open, exposing his asshole. Brushing a finger around it, making Brad clench and push his hips up, trying to get more. Sebastian ringing it with small licks and quick flicks of his tongue, more tease than touch. Finally Sebastian’s tongue licking and twisting inside him, then stroking into him. Then a finger, Sebastian’s tongue easing the way.

Brad couldn’t stop moving, clutching the sheets and sweating into them by the time Sebastian pulled himself up to whisper “I want to fuck you,” in Brad’s ear, carefully stretching him with more fingers. Brad moaned and nodded. Within seconds, Sebastian had lubed him up and put on a condom, then pushed slowly into Brad.

It was better than the first time. The head of Sebastian’s dick stroked his prostate with what felt like every thrust, and each time it rubbed across his gland, the sharp edge of orgasm tugged at him. Like he was at the top of a carnival ride, waiting for it to start. He hung on until Sebastian pushed up on shaking arms over Brad and moved in short hard thrusts. “Stroke yourself, Bradley,” he gasped. “Come for me.”

Brad let go of the pillow he was mangling and snaked a hand around himself, pulling hard just a couple of times before yelling and writhing, clamping down on Sebastian’s dick in his ass and pumping a bucket-load of pleasure into the bedding. Sebastian came just after, pulsing inside him and heat rushing into him, trapped by the condom.

Sebastian collapsed on top of him and they breathed with each other for a while.

If he’d done all this when he should have, back in high school, would it have been this good? Based on what had happened with Collin, Brad was thinking no. The amazing intensity was because he was doing it with Sebastian.

“You have the most beautiful ass, hon,” Sebastian mumbled into the back of Brad’s neck.

Brad smiled what was probably a goofy-looking smile. “Yeah?”

“Mmm.” Sebastian nodded against him. “Tight and round. Perfect bubble butt.”

“That’s good?”

“So good,” Sebastian groaned. “Like someone took a blueprint of my fantasy ass and made yours just for me.”

Brad squeezed all his butt muscles tight, clenching around Sebastian.

“Mmm. There’s something we’ll explore in the future.” He was downright purring into Brad’s skin, now.

“What?”

“You’re going to learn how to have a beautiful,
active
ass, Bradley.”

Collin was waiting for Brad when he got back to the frat house after Organic Gardening. He looked like he was just hanging on the porch, doing some homework, but since it was about fifty-five degrees out, Brad figured that was just an act. Although the sun was occasionally peeking through the clouds.

As he walked up the steps, Collin closed his textbook and put away his notes. Brad stopped at the top step and looked at him. “Hey.”

Collin stood up. “Hey.”

“Guess we should go get a beer or something, huh?” Brad wanted to get this out of the way. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to move into a new room or something. Although if he could get a room of his own on the top floor, and he managed to sneak Sebastian in . . . Nah. That was stupid.

“I think that might be a good idea.” Collin just left his stuff on the porch and they took off. They didn’t go to the keg fridge in the frat’s basement or the bar around the corner; they headed for the one around the corner from that. They might still run into guys they knew, maybe from other frats, but it was only four o’clock. They’d be able to find someplace to talk, some dark corner. It was a dive bar, perfect for secrets.