Frat Boy and Toppy (12 page)

It took approximately five seconds of pacifying Brad’s frenzied tongue for Sebastian to realize what he’d done. He’d awakened an addict. One of those rare, special guys who—once he figured out he wanted boys—
needed
it. The big it.

Brad was a gift any
erastes
would give thanks on his knees for. Later, when he wasn’t busy. A good
erastes
met his
eromenos’
needs, first and foremost. What Brad needed now was someone to indulge him. Assuage his ache. Sebastian was
so
up to that job.

He planted his hands on Brad’s waist and aimed him toward the only bare strip of wall he could remember in the place. Brad let him walk him backward, hands in Sebastian’s hair, sucking in air through his nose and stroking Sebastian’s tongue in his mouth. Stumbling over Sebastian’s feet and his own.

When Brad hit the wall, he grunted then pulled Sebastian in tighter, twisting against him. Brad’s eagerness was starting to rub off—literally—on Sebastian. He pulled away enough to say, “Spread your legs,” against Brad’s open mouth. Brad did it immediately, making room for Sebastian and bringing them closer to the right height. Sebastian stepped into him, grinding against him, making him gasp into his mouth.

Sebastian wanted to take his time, but they were in a supply closet. He slid his hands around from Brad’s back to start working on his fly, unbuttoning his jeans, slipping a hand inside to cup him through his boxer-briefs while unzipping him with the other hand. He felt the hard shaft and promised himself one day he’d see it in the light.

Brad’s kiss got more frantic when Sebastian palmed his dick, fingers searching for his balls. He started making those noises Sebastian had liked so much the other night. Mewling. Sebastian pushed against Brad’s mouth harder, controlling it with his tongue, reaching for his own fly. He yanked his jeans open and shoved them and his shorts down far enough to get his dick out. Then he ground it against Brad’s hard cock, still covered by his briefs.

Sebastian pulled out of the kiss, lips wet from Brad, feeling Brad panting into his face. He dragged his dick slowly back and forth over the hard ridge of Brad’s erection, and Brad whimpered some more and started to reach for his shorts, but Sebastian grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the wall.

He wasn’t usually quite this domineering, but it seemed right with Brad. Brad obviously liked it. He could have pushed Sebastian away anytime and taken control himself simply through superior muscle, but he let Sebastian hold him against the wall and torture him, shuddering and twisting and making those noises for him.

The thought of all that strength under his control made Sebastian even hotter. He nipped Brad’s lip lightly with his teeth. “You wanna feel my naked cock rubbing up against yours?” he whispered.

Brad nodded frantically. “Please.”

Well fuck, how could he refuse such a polite request? He let go of one of Brad’s wrists and reached down to shove his hand inside Brad’s briefs.

Brad thought he was going out of his mind. Sebastian’s hand was exploring him, fingers searching out all his landmarks and sensitive spots, tickling his balls, even squirming in between his thighs and his scrotum, reaching behind to feel the swollen base of his dick. He still felt the heat from Sebastian’s erection on the other side of the fabric trapping him, and he wanted that against him so much he reached down with the hand Sebastian had freed just to feel it.

Hot, clammy skin against his palm, Sebastian thrusting into his hand, cockhead slipping through the circle of his thumb and forefinger. Brad groaned.

Sebastian stopped and pulled away. “Shhh. You can’t make too much noise, there’re people in my office, honey.”

Something about what Sebastian had said caught his attention for a second, but he was going to have to think about that in more detail later. He nodded and bit his lip. Sebastian licked along where his teeth dug into his skin. It wasn’t really helping with the noise thing.

“Do you think you can be quiet? If you can, I’ll take you out of these briefs.”

“Please.”

“Tell me you can be quiet, Bradley.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

Sebastian let go of Brad’s other wrist and brought that hand down, too. He moved back, creating a pocket of air between them, and carefully pulled the waistband of Brad’s briefs out and around his dick, tucking it beneath his balls. Then he took Brad’s hand off his cock and pushed up against him.

Brad couldn’t stop the noise he made when he felt Sebastian’s dick against his. It must not have been too loud, because Sebastian wasn’t saying anything, just wrapping his fingers around both of them, holding them together, circling Brad’s head with his thumb. Brad thrust into the sensation, and Sebastian let him.

Sebastian’s hand held them tightly together, the skin of his fingers slightly rough. The skin of Sebastian’s cock, though . . . Fuck. Brad let his head fall against the wall and just let his hips run the show. Soft and silky and hot and getting slippery. Making him vibrate. Static electricity.

Sebastian didn’t move much; he let Brad thrust against him. Which was good, since Brad was losing control. Mindlessly fucking in and out of Sebastian’s hand, thin skin against thin skin, blood pounding underneath and he felt so fucking
safe
. His hand was so strong, like he could hold Brad all day if that’s what Brad needed him to do. Brad’s fingers dug into Sebastian’s back and his hips moved faster. Trying to generate a current.

Sebastian’s other hand came up, fingers digging into the back of Brad’s skull, pulling him down. Sebastian’s mouth by his ear, whispering, “Do what you need, hon. Make it feel good. Anything you want. So good.” On and on and on, urging Brad to go faster. Tightening his fingers until Brad was pulling on his shoulders, using him for leverage to thrust his dick through that tight grip.

Then all of a sudden he was there, a bolt arcing from Sebastian’s nuts to his, igniting him, and then Sebastian’s mouth was over his, trying to muffle the noises he couldn’t stop himself from making. His legs locked up. He was pumping everything out into Sebastian’s hand. Sebastian stroking him through it when he couldn’t move, hot liquid silk from Sebastian, groaning out how good Brad was through his own orgasm.

Then panting and jelly knees and Sebastian cupping his face, one hand sticky. “Come over to my place and have dinner with me Saturday night.”

Brad kissed him. Played in his mouth. Saying “thank you” and “yes” that way because he was too fucked out for words.

Sebastian seemed to understand.

When Brad pulled away, he managed to ask, “Like a date?”

“Yeah. Like a date.”

Michelle was laughing her ass off and Paul was glaring and muttering by the time Sebastian was cleaned up enough—and his legs were steady enough—to make it to the office. Thank God there was a sink in the closet. Although he still had a nice, big wet spot on his shirt. So did Brad, and he’d seemed considerably less steady on his legs. But they’d managed to look semi-normal by the time they’d stumbled out of the supply closet.

Not that it mattered, because when Brad came he’d made so much noise they’d probably heard him over in Miller Hall.

“What’s that for?” Michelle asked.

“Huh?” Was she talking to him?

“That stupid grin you have on your face.”

“Oh.” He felt it stretching his mouth wider as he dropped his backpack on the floor next to his chair and collapsed into it with a satisfied sigh.

Paul was still glaring. Michelle had started laughing again. Finally she sputtered, “Is the grin because you just fucked someone Paul calls ‘Frat Boy’ in the supply closet?”

Seriously, the grin had better give up soon, because his cheek muscles were starting to hurt. “Nope.”

Michelle’s sputtering laughter died down and she measured him with her eyes. “Ahhh. Did you just have sexual relations with ‘Frat Boy’ in the supply closet?”

“That’s confidential information.” Too bad he couldn’t stop smiling.

Michelle winked at him. “I see.”

Paul’s mutterings finally exploded out of him: “I told you, you needed to keep an eye on that jock!”

Sebastian made his face as serious as possible. “Paul, I want you to be assured that I have been keeping a lot more than my eye on Frat Boy.”

Michelle laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her chair, tears leaking from her eyes. Over her laughter, Sebastian told Paul, “I need the apartment to myself Saturday evening, yeah?”

“If you think I’m going to clear out of my own home so you can invite some fucking jock over and—”

“I’ll give you the number of that guy I met at the Slaughterhouse last month. The cute twink with the ass like a juicy apple.”

Paul struggled, the whole battle written on his face. Juicy-apple-ass won. “Fine,” he spat, then stood and stormed out of the room. Sebastian smiled over at a tear-stained Michelle and picked up his extension to call Toby. Chances were he already had plans (not involving their place, please), but he wouldn’t be as hard to finagle as Paul anyway.

God bless juicy-apple-ass.

“Need some help?” Collin’s voice behind Brad in the shower startled him out of his fantasy. The one where he was in the shower with Sebastian tomorrow night, Sebastian’s hands on him, smoothing soap over his ass, licking water droplets off his collarbone. His dick hard and insistent against Brad’s thigh.

Oh, fuck. He had a boner. Not the sort of half-hard thing he might get after working out, but the full-on curl-up-and-kiss-the-abs kind. Frantically, he looked around the shower room.

Collin was the only guy there. Suddenly, Brad was pissed. So mad, steam was coming off him. Or it would have been if the shower weren’t already steaming hot. He rounded on Collin—showering at the nozzle next to Brad, as usual. He could take him, boner or not.

“Dude, I’ve had enough of your shit. You aren’t going to convince anyone I’m gay. There’s not even anyone here to see your little act, so can it.” He ended up with his index finger an inch from the guy’s nose, pissed and breathing heavy and still so fucking turned on.

Collin stared at him in incomprehension. Then his eyes cleared and he leaned forward. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing?” he murmured just before he sucked Brad’s finger into his mouth. Looking into his eyes the whole time.

Collin had beautiful eyes, light hazel and almond-shaped and looking like he wore eyeliner. He swirled his tongue around Brad’s finger and hollowed his cheeks. As if Brad’s finger was the best thing he’d had in his mouth in, like, ever.

Oh, fuck
. Warm and wet and soft and better than the inside of any girl. Brad stared, wide-eyed and frozen. Collin pulled his mouth off of Brad’s finger with a pop, and Brad’s breath made a little hitching noise in his chest.

Brad cleared his throat a couple of times while Collin looked at him, eyes heavy-lidded. “You aren’t trying to trap me?”

“I’m trying to trap this,” Collin said, reaching out and wrapping his hand around Brad’s cock. His eyes slowly traced down Brad’s body, until he got to where his hand was squeezing Brad’s shaft. Collin licked his lower lip, pulling on it with his tongue. Slicking it up with saliva.