Page 59 of The Rat

“What did you spend yourtime doing then?”

Sebastian smacked his lips together.“Getting money.”

“Money?”

“It was all about makingmoney, lotsof it.”

“And did you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sebastian smirked, “I’m sortedfor money.”

“Dirty money?” Rorywhispered.

Sebastian leaned closer.“Absolutely filthy. Now come on, you missed lunch, you can’t missdinner,too.”

“Are you asking me ortelling?”

“Without a doubt, telling. Getdownstairs and eat, and then we can play chess.”

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Rory laid in bed and waitedpatiently for Sebastian’s cue. His heart beat harder and faster thelonger he had to wait, and he did all he could to calm hisbreathing. Rory never knew when it was going to happen, but he was alwaysready, always hard, always listening intently to the bedbelow.

He didn’t know whether it was aVaseline night, or not.

Sebastian was impossible topredict, but Rory longed for the nights he gotout of bed,offered the Vaseline tub, then disappeared from view. Those nightswere relief, and his cock ached with anticipation everytime.

They stroked themselves at thesame time, and Sebastian’s exotic gasps, and grunts went straightto Rory’s cock. He didn’t last long, would’ve been embarrassed, but Sebastiandidn’t last much longer than him. It was purely physical, a releaseof tension and pent up frustration. Rory needed it, and that washow he justified jerking off with Sebastian Claw.

“Night, Rory.”

He closed his eyes and scrunchedthe sheet inhis hands. It wasn’t a Vaseline night, and the alternativewas worse. Rory had to convince his cock to go down. He had toignore the fact Sebastian was laying underneath, naked. He had tolie in the dark and not think about how badly he needed to cum, andhow Sebastian’s breathing changed when he got closer and closer toorgasm.

It was torturous.

His eyes stung as he stared up at theceiling, and his fingers went numb clutching the sheet.

It felt like it tookhours for his cockto soften, then he sighed, closed his eyes, and driftedoff.

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The room was still dark, andRory couldn’t understand why he’d woken. He was still tired, andgroggy, but his crotch tingled. He blinked in a daze, then frozewhen he heardit.

The sound of the Vaseline tubbeing opened,in a very slow, very deliberate manner.

The sound had fed into Rory’ssub-conscious, and gone straight to his cock. Thefrustration, the ache, it was so intense Rory pressed his lipstogether not to sob.

Sebastian didn’t get out of bed,but Rory heard the familiar wet slap of him touching himself. Rorywhimpered and reached into his boxers—he couldn’t help himself—andjoined in. He didn’t need the Vaseline, he got wet enough withoutit, and his slicked repetitive sound joined Sebastian’s.

Rory gasped when he came, andthe warm lines of cum decorated his chest. He wiped it away withthe sheet, then waited for his heart to stop racing.

Sebastian didn’t saynightto him,and he didn’t say anything about their midnight escapade in themorning, instead he gave Rory a look. His eyes sparkled, his lipstwitched with smugness, and he oozed so much confidence Rory feltaroused and ashamed at the same time.

It was only physical, a neededrelease, completely natural. He reasoned with himself all day long, butcouldn’t reason with the fact he wanted more. He wanted to touchSebastian, and have Sebastian touch him. His head, his heart, andhis cock were all tugging him in different directions, and he wascracking under the pressure.

ChapterEleven

“I didn’t think it waspossible…”

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