Sebastian: The Complete Series (13 page)

We’d got through the tunnel, and I lifted my face to the sun, taking a deep breath of fresh air. “I just hate being in there.”

“It’s more than that. You can talk to me.”

“I don’t think so. Not about this.” I smiled at him, and then looked ahead. “Fancy going to see an exhibition in the museum? They have mummies.” I'd been to see it four times already by that point, but I still felt excited about going back.

“More dead bodies.” He rolled his eyes and I laughed loudly.

“Aww, come on. I promise they won't get up and chase after you this time. They have this whole display about the mummification process. I thought it might interest the medical side in you.”

“There's nothing medical about that. But I'd love to go see the exhibit. I take it you’ve already been?”

“Yeah, it’s great. I'm working on the Egyptian civilization this term and sticking with it until Autumn. They have loads of good myths and gods. It’s the most famous one, so I already know most of them. I read the stories as a kid. I'm more into Norse Mythology right now. It’s not that well known.”

“What do you plan on using this degree for? I mean job-wise?”

“I want to write about them. I didn’t always, I wanted to be an archaeologist, or a museum curator, but I think I could do both and still write. I have this story, I want to use the old myths but use them in present day. Like what if we never took Christianity on, what if we still worshiped all these different gods?” I looked quickly at him and he smiled at me. “I know it sounds strange—”

“It doesn’t sound strange at all. It sounds interesting. If it’s a dream, then do it.”

On the way to the museum, which was on the opposite side of town, we stopped off at my favourite restaurant which did the best burgers and had lunch. I hadn’t eaten all day, in fact, the last meal I ate was at five the day before and I was starving.

He watched me wolf down my fries with a concerned look. “You’ve lost weight.”

“I’ve toned up. Yoga.” I rolled my eyes and he smiled.

“You're still not eating right.”

“Yeah, I know. I never do. I forget.”

“You're very slim.”

“Don’t you like it all of a sudden?”

“I think a few pounds on you wouldn’t go amiss. But you're naturally slim. You must have a low BMI.”

I stopped eating and he looked a little embarrassed.

“Sorry. False of habit.”

“Anything else wrong with me I should know about?”

“You drink too much.”

“What?” I looked at the coke on the table and he laughed.

“Alcohol. Your nails.”

I looked at them, they looked perfectly fine to me.

“You can tell a lot by people’s nails, hair, skin. You drink too much.”

I drained my coke, but I didn’t argue with him. I did drink too much. I'd been drinking more than I usually did with all of the parties and socialising I'd been doing with my new friends. “I'm cutting down, I know I tend to binge drink when I go out, but doesn’t every nineteen year old? I'm sure you did.”

“Yeah, sure. I guess I did. It just seems so long ago.”

“It was.” I laughed at his frowning face. “When’s your birthday?”

“Twenty third of August.”

“Two months. You doing anything special?”

“I'm being dragged away for a long weekend with some friends. Barcelona.”

“Sounds good. I need to get my passport sorted out.” Harriot had told me one of her clients booked a party in France and he was paying for five of us to entertain his friends. It wasn’t something I was really overly happy to do, but Harry was going so I’d agreed to it. “I've never been out of England before. Well, I’ve been to Wales and Scotland, but never out of the UK.”

“You're at the perfect age for travelling. I went around Europe when I was your age, took a year off and enjoyed myself while I could. Do you have something booked?”

“France, some fancy place. I don’t know where, I forgot.”

“Is it for work?” He was playing with his napkin on the table and I groaned a little.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” He nodded to my food and I continued to eat while he toyed with his.

We ate for a little while but I could see him still thinking too hard about everything, so I took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. “Just ask me. I don’t mind.”

He sighed a little, but met my gaze. “I don’t want to, but I'm concerned about you, so… Do you know him? The guy you'll be seeing over there?”

“No,” I said softly. His eyes slammed to mine and I gripped his hand on the table a little tighter. “If it makes you feel better, he’s a good client, and my friend Harry, who you met at the wedding, well, he sees him a lot. I'm going with him and some other friends.”

“Wait, there's how many of you going?” His brows hit his hairline.

“Five, so I’ll be saf—”

“What? I mean, he’s booking five of you. For what? His party? You're going to do what exactly?” I could feel the anger spilling off him in waves.

“It’s just a party.”

“You're so naive, Sebastian.” He removed his hand from mine, running it through his hair while he stared at me. “You think he’s going to have you there to look pretty and make his guests laugh?”

“I'm not naïve,” I hissed out as I leaned over the table. “I know what I'm going for.”

“That's okay with you then? You don’t know who you'll be with, the agency haven't checked out his guests. You don’t know what they could do to you. They’ll be drunk, they might do something you don’t want them to do.”

“It will also be fun.” I wasn’t going to tell him I agreed with him.

“I don’t want you to do that.” Robert gripped my hand tighter and I shook my head.

“I’ve already agreed to it. I want to travel.”

“Sebastian, this isn't something I considered when I gave you the agency’s contact details. I didn’t imagine you would be asked to go abroad.”

“It happens all the time. Harry goes to Dubai every three months or so. He can be away for a week. He came back with over three thousand pounds in his pocket the last time. That’s on top of his charges at the agency.”

Robert’s mouth opened then slammed shut. “You're much better looking than him.”

I laughed loudly. “Think I'm worth more?”

“Yes.” He tried to smile then gave up. “Would you go?”

“To Dubai with some rich Arab for a week? Yeah, I’d jump at the chance to go there. As long as I agreed to everything, then there wouldn’t be any issues.”

“But that's what I mean, things change. You could be drugged, get drunk. Anything could happen. What if you never came back? He could have a harem or something and keep you there.”

I paused eating, my fork hanging besides my mouth. “You read too many mysteries, Robert.” I shook my head, acting all calm when inside I was having a minor meltdown. “I’ll be fine.”

“I wanted you to be safe and I don’t feel you are.”

“I'm perfectly safe. Don’t worry about me. I don’t even know why you do. Is it your medical caring nature or something?”

“I guess. It’s my job to help people, look after them, keep them safe, but…” He put down his knife and fork and ran his fingers through his thick hair and groaned a little. “I like you.”

“I like you too.” I smiled shyly at him which wasn’t me at all.

He looked pissed off so I dropped my eyes back to my plate and ate the last of my burger while he calmed down.

“Would you be with me if I wasn’t paying you right now?”

“Huh, I don’t get much free time. I'd probably be booked in with someone else. But I liked you from the first time I saw you. I didn’t want the money, remember? You made me take it. I would have been happy to just be with you that night. No money means it was just me and you. You wanted a professional. You still do. Hence the date.” I waved my arms around us and he shook his head. “It’s true, so don’t lie.”

“So, what if I didn’t pay you?”

“I'd get sacked and you'd get some big burly men turning up to collect what you owed Harriot. You agreed to pay, Robert. It’s not me who makes the rules. Just pay.”

“And when my time runs out? How long do I get anyway?”

“You get me officially for four hours. Then the rest is up to me and you, and tips.” I winked at him and he threw down his napkin and nodded sternly.

“Right. And the tips, they go to you and you alone?”

“Not really. It’s cash, but there’s a set rate I should charge you. Then I'm supposed to tell the agency and give them the money. Unless it really is a tip on top of the rest. But a lot of them just take the extras. I know one girl who got let go because she kept too much and did it constantly so it was noticed.” I pushed my plate away with a smile and took his hand again. “I don’t think we should really talk like this. It’s not exactly how I want to spend my time with you. Well, I didn’t want to be here either, but… The burgers are great.”

“They are. You ready to go?”

“No, I want desert. Let’s share one. The do a chocolate fudge cake here which is so good. Honestly, I could drool just thinking about it.”

“Okay.” He grinned and waved over the waitress to order the cake. “It’s not like I could say no to you eating more.”

“Nope, didn’t think so.” I ordered a milk shake and he got a coffee. “I’ll need to do loads of walking to work off this full stomach. You're really going to spend the next two hours with me in the museum and not in bed?”

“Yep.” He ran his hand up my thigh and I gave him a quick kiss. “I want you in bed tonight.”

“Okay.” I bit my lip and tried to work out if I should just stay with him for free or charge him. Harriot would know if I spent all night with him and didn’t give her anything. “I want to stay.”

“Why the face then?”

“The money.”

He let his head fall back and he stared at the ceiling. “I hate all this talk about money, and you do too. I'm aware I have to pay, so let’s just stop talking about it. I have enough, Sebastian. I'm not short of cash. Whatever you want, or the agency wants, is fine by me. I just want to enjoy this time. No more talk of money, or the agency.”

“Okay.” Our cake arrived with two spoons and I fed him a piece, licking the chocolate from the corner of his lips afterwards. “We should order cake tonight. I want to eat it from your body.”

Robert grinned at me. “Sounds like the only way to eat chocolate cake to me.”

“Hmm, shame we have an audience.” Two women were smiling at us and being a total show off, I kissed him, slipping in my tongue and grabbing his cock under the table. “I really wish we were alone right now.”

“Me too. I'd like you on your knees and licking this off my cock.”

“Well…” I gave him my cheekiest smile. “If that’s what you want.”

“If there was a table cloth, I'd have you under there right now and my cock down your throat.”

I moaned and fed him another spoonful. “I've missed your big cock.”

“Hmm, I bet.” He grinned then fed me some cake. “You don’t let other men…”

“Fuck me? No.”

He shook his head and I laughed at him. “Why me?”

“Your cock is amazing.”

“That all?”

“Nope. I like you. I want you.” I kissed him again. “A lot.” His cock was hard as I licked his lips again. “I could blow you outside. Down some alley way where anyone could see us. I like sex outside. I'd like someone to see me sucking your cock. See me on my knees and you fucking my mouth.”

We stared into each other’s eyes then he waved over the waitress. “Bill please.” She left and he grabbed my cock and kissed me hard and wet, making me moan. “You're doing that.”

“Yes I am. Right now. Let’s go.”

I was dragging him behind me and into the narrow alleyway behind the restaurant. When we’d got in the middle of it, he grabbed me, throwing me up against the wall, pressing his body against mine and spreading my thighs with his knee.

“I want you like I've never wanted anyone before.” I could see how much that fucked him off and I smiled, rubbing my cock against his.

“And you hate wanting me, don’t you? I can tell. It pisses you off so much wanting someone like me, doesn’t it?”

“Someone like you?” He was undoing the zipper on my jeans as he stared firmly into my eyes.

“A whore. Someone you have to pay. Someone you can fuck and enjoy without really dating them or introduce them to your friends. I bet you hate all the men who you should date, don’t you?” I threw my head back and bit my lip when he clamped his hand around my cock and began to work it in his fist.

“Go on.”

“They bore you, even though you know you should be with one—” Another long moan escaped my lips as he tightened his grip on my cock. “—of them. Someone like you, someone who you would be seen with. Robert…” I gasped that time, my cock leaking and slipping through his fingers as he got my too excited.

“Oh don’t stop, Sebastian. Go on, tell me more.”

I wanted to look at him, wanted to see if he looked as pissed off as he sounded, but my mind was closing down and all I could think of was coming. “This is what you want.”