Page 6 of The Hot Shot

I watched Dee’s car pull away before I headed in the direction, she said she saw Sebastian go. I was careful not to draw attention to myself until I saw the outline of his silhouette trying to hide away from the view of the main path. I was glad I was cautious and slow in my search.

I inched up until I placed my back on the corner of the building and reached my hand around to skim his side, alerting him to my presence. I could hear his ragged breath in the air surrounding us.

“I assume you are running from the event,” I said, forcing the words out. “Or the people here but then, it could just be me in particular.” I rounded the corner the moment he reached out and I gasped at the slight touch of our fingers caressing one another. He cocked his eyebrow and as his mouth slightly parted, it was as if I had burnt him instantly. “It seems like I scare you Sebastian, or maybe I make you nervous?” I asked as an unfamiliar sense and urge of want pumped through my veins.

I battled my control, glancing at the sexy man standing in front of me. Fuck it! He had words and he’d use them if he wanted me to stop. I placed each of my hands on either side of his head and leant forward, closing the gap between us and watching for any hesitation as Sebastian gulped hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and I was desperate to lick my tongue along it, travel down the length of his neck until I could rip open that shirt of his.

“It’s just if you were avoiding me,” I continued, “then the next question I’d have to ask you would be pointless and it would defeat the object of me standing here like this.”

“And what’s that?” he replied huskily in a deep tone that made my dick twitch immediately. It was a tone of sheer restraint that I could tell was well mastered and controlled but I was determined to snap it tonight. Sebastian had shown me with just a few words of little context that he wanted me as much as I wanted him and that it was game on. He may not be as open about his thoughts but fuck if that mattered to me. People hid away for many reasons and as long as he was certain that he wanted me, that was all that mattered. “I could…”

“Oh Sebastian, you know exactly what I want and I love the fact that you’re so coy about it. I won’t push that,” I replied. I opened my jacket pocket and pulled out a pen and piece of paper. I didn’t even hesitate as I began scribbling down my address on the piece of paper and handed it to him. “You could meet me here in thirty minutes, say your goodbyes to your friend inside and have a drink with me at mine.”

“And why would I want to do that?” Sebastian’s eyes widened as he whispered the words shakily. His body looked tense as I took a step forward, crowding his personal space. “Walker…”

“Because of this…” I moved my hands down the wall to my side, turning my body to block the path fully with my form and gripped his hand that was the furthest away from us. I licked my lips before skimming his hand across the front of my fitted suit trousers and solid length, making my breath hitch in the process. “That’s why and I know you’re just as desperate. Check the piece of paper.”

I walked off back towards the cars, my heart in my chest beating away rapidly, too scared to turn around and see if Sebastian was still there watching me or if he’d run off at my direct approach.

All I knew for certain was he never told me to stop.

He didn’t seem fazed by my moments. It was as if he wanted more.

I just hoped that in thirty minutes, Sebastian would decide to take me up on my offer and I would be greeted by a knock at my apartment door because I was desperate to taste those lips of his.

Amongst other things.

CHAPTER FIVE

SEBASTIAN

I thought by coming outside, it would give me the air that I needed. Jace knew something had gotten inside of my head but he never pushed me. Instead, he would just slap me on the back of my shoulder and tell me to take my time.

However, it seemed that Walker was observant in my actions and had found me without much hardship. The man who’d got my cock so worked up, that I’d come to try and calm down before a potential client inside noticed the steel hard length that was pushing a visible outline against my pants, desperate to escape its constraints. I was concerned that my zipper would snap by how hard it was pushing against the seam and every movement that I made was one closer to causing a full exhibition show, therefore, ruining my chance of a career within seconds.

I never imagined that a man could be so open and unafraid of showing what he wanted. He was the polar opposite of me, especially as I was as far into the closet as a person could be. Walker on the other hand was open and proud of his sexuality as he skimmed my hand against his hard length and handed me an invitation to his address.

I was petrified that someone would see that action. My heart had plummeted into my chest as the nerves swirled. Someone like me couldn’t be proud. My career and family had expectations and being a family man with a wife and children was one of them; not having a guy by my side. It would be seen as a disgrace to our name.

Tonight though, I wanted more than anything to forget the expectations surrounding me, the people who held the strings above my head and be free. One night where I could be with a man who obviously felt the same way.

I quickly said my goodbyes to Jace, making an excuse about feeling unwell and needing to head home and rest before I jumped in a car. He automatically offered to come with me with an edge of concern plastered across his face but I assured him that if I needed him, I’d call. I ended up rolling off the address written on the piece of paper instead, knowing that thirty minutes was no time at all to get to the destination stated and I’d be cutting it fine. I just hoped I hadn’t already blown my chance with him by being the closed off idiot, petrified of showing him what I really wanted.

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I remained the cool and collected statement of a man as I walked through the building, counting the numbers on the doors until I reached the one that I was looking for 21a. I wasn’t taking a chance, unbeknown to anyone else that could be walking the corridors, even at this hour. I glanced left and right three times before I knocked on the door, hoping that this wasn’t some sort of joke and that Walker would hurry his ass up and open the damn door. I heard the locks disengaging as the handle pushed down and the door opened wide, making my breath rush out of my mouth.

Walker’s shirt was open and his chest was bare for me to see. His nipple flashed with a piece of metal and I licked my lips, eager to taste him. His belt was unshackled and his trousers hung low on his waist with the top button undone. Was he trying to make me come in my trousers like a pubescent teenager?

“Even though I do love your eyes devouring me like this,” Walker uttered, cocking his head to the side. “I assume you’d rather come inside than have an audience come out here and enjoy the view?”

I was lost for words as my mouth dried up. I nodded and pushed the door wider with the palm of my hand and entered into the man cave of Walker’s apartment.

“I didn’t think I was going to come,” I said honestly, shutting the door behind me as Walker walked down the corridor, straight past the opened doorway and into the open-planned living area and kitchen.

You could tell that Walker wasn’t much of a stay at home kind of guy. The place was in pristine condition, like a show home without an inch of wear and tear even the sofas still had a heavy, thick plush where they looked brand new and barely sat upon. “I began to question…”

“Was you wondering why I would give you an address instead of asking you to sit with me at the bar inside?” Walker asked inquisitively before grabbing two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I noticed that the seal on the bottle hadn’t been broken yet. “Or maybe why I didn’t just be so outright and kiss you at The Rainbow Room?” He chuckled. “Maybe…”

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