Page 15 of Dance With Me
The doorbell rang, surprising them both. The food had arrived. Seb remembered the last time he’d ordered takeout and opened the door slowly, looking around for anything out of place. He saw nothing untoward and took the food from the driver. He put it on the coffee table, and they sat around it, sharing the dishes they’d ordered and a bottle of wine.
The subject of Daniel dropped, they chatted about Natalia and Louis’s audition, what music they’d chosen, the moves they’d put in. She showed Seb a video of their dance, and it was fantastic. He’d have been surprised if they hadn’t got the part.
By the time they’d finished the food and were leaning against each other on the sofa, Natalia raised the subject of his stalker. She knew about the photos, and they’d changed the locks and installed a better security system, but she didn’t know about the car yet.
Seb told her the same story he’d told Dominic, but he’d learnt his lesson from his talk with Dom and only briefly mentioned getting a lift home, no specifics.
Natalia pulled him close, her arm around his shoulder. “Oh, Seb. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I didn’t realise it had got this bad. Is there anything I can do?”
“Just be here? I don’t know how I’ll get through it without you and Dom. I just hope you’ll be there if I need you. I’m not sure how this will go, but if it gets worse, I’m going to need my friends, and that’s you.”
They sat for a while longer, Natalia holding him, soothing him, but after a while, she stood.
“Urgh, I need to go to bed. I’ve had a long few days, and I’m so tired.” Natalia bent down to kiss Seb on the cheek. “Sleep well, baby.”
He held onto her hand and kissed it. “You too, see you tomorrow.”
Before going to bed, he made sure the door was securely bolted and the alarm set, then went to the bathroom for his shower before bed. He looked at himself in the mirror as he cleaned his teeth. He wasn’t that bad-looking, he didn’t think. His nose was a bit prominent as he tilted his head from side to side, but it was all right. He really should try to get back out there, but the very idea of clubs and dating again made him shudder.
Turning off the bathroom light, he made his way to his bedroom. Rocco padded after him and jumped on his bed, his own dog bed sitting unused on the floor. Darn dog!
As he lay under the covers, he thought about earlier with Joe in the car park after the lesson. The lingering touch they’d shared. He was sure there was something there, but he couldn’t pursue it. It just wasn’t fair to him, Joe, or Clare, and honestly, he wasn’t a cheat. However, that didn’t stop the tingling in his balls or the swell of his cock as he pictured Joe’s blue eyes and how they changed in the light.
He moved his hand lower and stroked his shaft gently, teasing his slit with his thumb, precum leaking. He rubbed his hand up and down, the friction feeling so good. He spread his legs a little, giving him access to his balls, and he rolled them in his hands, loving the sensation. He squeezed them gently as he closed his eyes, picturing Joe’s face, and had to fight not to groan.
He should probably feel guilty thinking about Joe, but he just couldn’t. He’d take what he could where this man was concerned and if it meant he starred in his night-time fantasies, then so be it. Joe wouldn’t be any the wiser.
Seb continued to stroke himself and tightened his grip as he became more aroused. He moaned quietly as his hands moved from his balls down to tease his hole. He breached his rim with his finger to the first knuckle and imagined it was Joe, his mouth surrounding his cock, gliding up and down, swirling his tongue around the head, licking into his slit. His finger moved in and out as he ramped up the sensation.
His pace quickened, and he could no longer contain his groans. As he continued to work his cock, his breathing became laboured and his movements more frantic. He worked himself harder and harder until he felt the familiar tingle as his balls tightened and his toes curled. He stifled his moans as his release came, thick ropes of white come splattering his abs and chest. Jesus, that felt good.
He lay for a while as his release cooled on his stomach before finally reaching across to his bedside table to grab a few tissues to clean himself. Damn it, now he had to face Joe tomorrow, knowing what he’d done tonight. But he couldn’t worry about that now though. It was done, and he’d have to own it.
Sleep eventually claimed him, and he dreamt about blue eyes sparkling with desire as he kissed him. If only it were real.
Chapter Nine
Joe
After the lesson on Tuesday, Joe went home to an empty house. Clare would be out for the rest of the evening, and he’d yet to eat anything.
He wasn’t a cook by any stretch of the imagination, but he could throw together a quick pasta dish. Some tomato sauce, chorizo, and bacon, and he had himself a meal. He contemplated a glass of wine but settled for a beer; it was a work night after all.
As he sat watching TV, his mind began to wander to Seb. He thought about his dancing and how mesmerised he’d been watching him. They’d had a moment, or it had felt like one to him, at least. Was this why he was feeling unfulfilled with Clare? He hadn’t met Seb yet when he’d first started to feel like this, but perhaps he was missing a man’s touch.
Another thing that bothered him was this business with Seb’s car. He didn’t think for one minute that it was kids just playing around. To slash four tyres and scratch the car seemed a vindictive act, and from what he’d seen of Seb, he was a kind soul, as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside. Maybe he’d ask him about it the following day when he saw him again.
He felt excited at the idea of seeing Seb again. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this eager when he’d started seeing Clare. He practically vibrated with anticipation. He closed his eyes and pictured the man’s face, his smile, and the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating or frustrated. Joe moaned as he imagined Seb’s dark, passionate eyes, the way they would look up at him as he swallowed his cock. Shit, where did that come from?
And fuck, he was starting to get hard. He imagined how Seb would taste as he’d lick up his neck to the sensitive spot he knew would be just below his ear. How Seb would lean his head to the side to allow Joe better access, his eyes fluttering with need. Joe’s hands would move lower to his arse, squeezing and dipping into his crease, Seb’s groans getting louder as they ground their erections together through their clothing. Joe could see them on the bed together, naked now, frotting, their cocks sliding against each other in Joe’s hand.
Joe was surprised to feel his own cock in his hand as he stroked up and down, twisting his wrist at the head. Jesus, it felt good, and as his balls tightened, his orgasm hit him from nowhere. His release spilled over his shirt, and he grunted as he came. When he realised what he’d done, he looked down at himself in disgust. He had no right to imagine Seb like that; he felt like he’d used him.
Joe stood and fastened his trousers, although he couldn’t remember undoing them, and went upstairs to shower. He let the hot water run over his back, head hanging down. He felt lost at the moment, as if he were drifting with no direction. He needed to stop this train of thought and concentrate on his wedding to Clare, but he couldn’t help thinking that he wasn’t done with Seb.
He got out of the shower, dried off, and got into bed. He lay on his back, thinking. Clare would be home soon, no doubt the worse for wear. She’d been gone more and more lately and had stayed in the guest room, claiming she didn’t want to wake Joe when she came home late.
He couldn’t help having mixed feelings about that. Why was she going out so much instead of wanting to spend the night with him? Part of him was grateful for her absence, though, because with the way his emotions were at the moment, he wasn’t sure if he even still wanted to share a bed with her. He was so damn confused.
