Page 54 of The One Decent Thing

I ran to my room and back as quickly as I could. When I got back, supplies in hand, I nearly dropped them on the floor. Sebastian hadn’t only turned around, he’d pulled down his jeans and underwear and leaned against the wall on his folded arms, his bare ass sticking out and his legs spread as far as the clothes around his thighs would let him.

He peeked over his shoulder at me, blond waves curtaining his face except for the gleam of one blue eye. If I could’ve taken a picture at that moment, I’d have framed it, hung it on the wall, and never done anything but jerk off to it for the rest of my life.

Leaving him hanging wasn’t an option, even though I could’ve stood there and looked at him indefinitely. I got the condoms and lube onto the table with the newspaper and stood right behind him, one hand petting his ass and the other taking hold of his cock and giving him a few strokes. Dicks were amazing: soft skin over hard flesh, sensitive and responsive and such a perfect fit for a hand. Why had I ever been satisfied with only having one to play with?

“Hold still,” I whispered, as he bucked into my hand. “Let me get you ready.”

“If I get any more ready I’ll come,” he grumbled, but he held still, and I popped the cap on the lube.

First one finger, a careful press inside, and then two, opening him up less gently. He could take it, and he loved it when I got a little forceful. His head hung down, and he let out gasps and grunts and soft sounds of pleasure every time my fingers moved.

Enough,Icouldn’t take it. Sebastian wasn’t going to get hurt if I went for it. I pulled out my fingers and got my own jeans open, then grabbed a condom.

“You could skip that part.”

I stilled, about to rip the foil open. Had I heard him right? “The condom? Skip the condom, you mean?”

“I’ve been tested. You’ve, I mean — you too? We don’t have to. Just, we’re taking a shower anyway.” And then, quietly, like he could hardly admit it, “And I really, really want to.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. I’d thought I was hard before. Now ithurt. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

Maybe it wasn’t the most responsible thing, especially in the heat of the moment. But I knew how long it’d been since I had sex, and I’d had a physical before my release. Sebastian was so obsessive about stuff like this he probably got tested even when he wasn’t getting any.

The condom dropped to the floor, and I slicked my own cock. I couldn’t wait, not for even a second longer.

That first push inside him almost took me out at the knees. He was so wet, and the heat of him — I knew what the human body temperature was, but this wasn’t knowing, this wasknowing. I’d forgotten what it was like to be inside someone flesh to flesh, the texture of the inside of Sebastian tailor-made to stroke every one of my nerve endings and make me moan.

“I won’t,” I snapped my hips, “last. Long. Fuck, Sebastian.” Another thrust, this one hard enough to shove him forward. I wrapped an arm around his chest to brace him and fucked into him as hard as I could, slamming him between my body and my arm again, and again, and again.

He wasn’t quiet, crying out and whimpering when he breathed and urging me on. “I need to — Aidan, need a hand.”

“Touch yourself, I’ll hold you up,” I growled in his ear, and didn’t let up for a second.

The sound of his hand working his cock joined the chorus of my hips slapping against his ass, and that was it for me. My whole body seized up. I came inside him, endless spasms, filling him up to the brim.

“Oh — oh, my God,” Sebastian moaned, and he clenched down on me and came. “Aidan,” he murmured, and all the tension drained out of him like someone had cut his strings. I staggered under his weight, but I held him up.

If it hadn’t been for the clothes tangled around our legs, and the ache in my limbs and probably his, and the semen dripping onto the floor, I would’ve wanted to stay there forever.

Wall sex wasn’t overrated, fuck no. But it was a goddamn mess.

Somehow I coaxed him upright and shuffled us both into the bathroom, not worrying about any of it. I’d pick up the living room after I’d gotten him into bed. Sebastian was pliant and sleepy as I helped him tug his clothes all the way off, and he was yawning before I’d even managed to get us mostly clean.

My ass was freezing, because he’d parked himself under the hot water and hadn’t budged since we got in. Didn’t matter. Cocooned in the steam and the soothing rush of the shower, it was like being in another world, one that only held me and a flushed, naked Sebastian, with acres of wet slippery satiny skin for me to run my hands over. It wasn’t a bad place to stay, but he’d started to droop against my chest, and I was getting lightheaded myself.

Bed. And the picking up could wait until morning.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Sebastian

A sharp trilling sound woke me up. I flailed, dislodging Aidan’s arm from where it lay over my ribs, and fumbled on the nightstand. My phone. Oh, no, my phone.

The article. It was daytime, but barely, probably only right after dawn. The rain had stopped, with just the lingering pit-pat of drops falling off the roof and the trees, but it was obviously still overcast. The light sneaking in through the blinds was gray and gloomy.

I grabbed my phone and sat up. The screen was displayingThemas the incoming caller. My heart sank all the way down to my toes. God, I was going to throw up.

Aidan sat up too and hooked his chin over my shoulder. “Them? Guessing that’s your parents?”

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