Chapter 11 Sebastian #2
Quad biking through my vineyards was nothing like a Moto 1 track.
The ground beneath us was bumpy, and the quads got plenty of airtime as we sped through the shadows of the trees.
When I knew we were getting close to a clearing, I signalled for Theo to slow down as I slowly lifted my foot off the throttle and drew to a stop.
“What are we stopping for? That was amazing!” Theo’s voice was muffled by his helmet, but I could see the joy in his eyes as he lifted the dusty visor.
I pointed up the hill, to the summit, almost a kilometre away. “See the top, the tree that towers over the others? That’s an elm. I will race you to it if you really want to bet.”
Theo’s eyes crinkled. “And what’s the bet?”
“Whatever you want,” I said.
“That’s no fair, you’ve got to have something in mind.”
“I do. That is exactly the bet. If you win, you can ask anything you want of me. Or vice versa.”
I was feeling bold, and knew what I might ask for.
If Theo rejected that, I would have no choice but to move on.
But the sunshine and seclusion made me feel like I could do anything.
The way those eyes looked at me through the helmet made me feel braver.
And the need I had for Theo Tyler made me the boldest, bravest idiot I had ever been.
“Fine, you’re on. But when I ask for your entire racing fortune and your house, you’re going to be devastated you made that bet.” Theo’s eyes crinkled through that visor again.
I lined us up against an imaginary starting line, and pointed him at the clearest track through the trees. “We’ll start here. No contact, take a faster route if you see one. In three…two…one…”
Before I could even say “Go,” Theo was off. I swore under my breath and revved the throttle, shooting off behind him. Theo was fast, and full of the confidence of youth, dipping and weaving even though he wasn’t familiar with the route.
But therein lay my advantage. I knew the terrain, and the widest path was not the quickest. Not that I’d told Theo.
I bore left and took a straight path through the trees.
Theo was ahead of me, then beside me, and then behind.
I was flying through the trees, racing more like a rocket than a quad biker.
I could see the elm tree getting closer, and even though Theo was driving his hardest behind me, I was so far ahead that it didn’t matter.
I skidded to a stop a few feet from the tree, dismounted and ran to put a finger on it before Theo even got to the clearing.
I took off my helmet and let it drop to the ground.
He came speeding in anyway, and came to a stop dangerously close to my feet. “You cheated!” he accused.
“You didn’t wait for me to say go!” I retorted.
Theo hesitated. “…fair cop. I lose. I am yours to do with as you wish, master.”
Despite his mocking bow and the silly tone he had taken, I still felt a shiver run down my spine. Could I dare to ask for what I really wanted? Would he allow me, or would he be grossed out?
“Take your helmet off,” I said. I aimed to say it with confidence, but it came out all too quiet.
“Is that it?” Theo asked, unbuckling the helmet. His neck and t-shirt were covered in dust, which contrasted with his clean face and sweat-damp hair. He ran a hand through that hair, and I felt a shiver of lust travel through me.
Fuck. I had to do it. If not now, when would I ever get the chance?
“Teodoro. No…Theodore Tyler, I have one request. I would like you to kiss me.”
Theodore’s eyes locked with mine for less than half a second. I had expected hesitation, feared an instant rejection. I could never have anticipated him scrambling over the quad bike without any grace, stumbling into my arms and locking lips with me.
The kiss was hot, quick, messy, deep. Tongues battled, teeth clashed as we fell upon each other. Like he had been waiting for me to ask forever. Like he was as starved of my touch as I was of his.
Surely not, my mind supplied as we ground against one another. As I pushed him up against the old elm tree, and his hands roamed every part of my body they could reach, finally settling for the back of my neck, pulling me in impossibly closer.
I ground up against his smaller body, sure I could feel that he was as hard as I was. We separated, only from the neck up, and each took deep breaths of air. “I thought…you’d never ask,” said Theo. “That I was imagining it.”
“Imagining what?” I placed my index finger on his dark, swollen lips.
Theo reddened. “Please don’t tease me. Please tell me you feel the same way.”
“Without you telling me, Teodoro, I cannot tell you if I feel the same way.”
“That I’ve wanted you for a really long time.”
He leaned forward, and our lips met again. Gentler, slower. We had all the time in the world for frantic action. I let my hand drop toward his shorts, and felt the hard length of him underneath the thin fabric. “May I?” I asked.
Theo nodded, not breaking the kiss. With one hand, I fumbled with the drawstring of the shorts. They were too big for him, and fell quickly, only catching on his shaft as they fell.
He moaned into my mouth as I grasped the warm flesh in my hand and gave a gentle tug. His shaking hands came down to the zipper of my shorts and fumbled until he’d pulled my cock out.
“For fuck’s sake,” Theo groaned as he broke the kiss.
“What’s wrong? You sound…disappointed,” I said, trying to keep the hurt from my voice.
“I’m mad you got a tattoo about me having a bigger dick than you. It was a lie,” said Theo.
“It’s OK, I like that,” I said. “I’m no…what’s the English? Size queen?”
I looked down at us, cocks rubbing against each other and resting in one another’s hands.
I was a little thicker and longer, but not by much.
Theo had very little to worry about in the size department.
Though I trimmed, my pubic hair was a dark, short tangle next to his light blonde hairs.
Neither of us was cut, and I lined up the heads of our cocks to pull our foreskins back and forth.
“Fuck, Sebastian. I’ve had blue balls since yesterday. I’m not going to last,” said Theo.
“Then don’t. We have the rest of the week to go slow.”
His lips met mine again, and his hand dropped from my cock, leaving me to do all the work.
I held us both, my cock on top of his, and thrust toward his stomach.
Every groan, every whine from Theo’s lips into mine was heaven.
I didn’t care that we were dusty and sweating.
I didn’t care that we were so exposed, or that the wood was probably digging uncomfortably into Theo’s back.
I just wanted to extract every little sound out of him before he came.
I could feel my orgasm building, and Theo must have been close as he lost all control of the rhythm of the kiss. He was panting into my mouth, his lips barely moving. I bit down on his bottom lip as I felt the rush building, desperate to extract more pleasure from him before the final crescendo.
And then I couldn’t hold back any more. I was spilling over my hand, over Theo’s cock, onto his stomach. I felt Theo’s whole body stiffen and then he was coming onto my hand, the underside of my cock, and dripping onto the ground at our feet.
We stood for a moment, panting. Unable or unwilling to move.
“Teodoro,” I finally managed to mutter, still without moving myself away from him. “Was that OK?”
I could feel Theo’s smile against my lips. “It was more than OK. Just…wow.”
He placed another, more chaste kiss on my lips and then a hand on my chest was gently pushing me away. “I’m a mess though.” He ran a finger through the sticky mess on his stomach.
“Let me…” I took off my t-shirt and used it to wipe him down as well as I could before using it on myself.
Theo goggled. “Fuck. You’ve always been hot, but it’s like I’m seeing you in a different context. Now that I’m allowed to look.”
“Who says you are allowed to look?” I challenged. “Maybe I’m a very private person.”
“I think I’ve gained that privilege,” he laughed.
I stuffed the t-shirt into the back compartment of the quad bike. “I will race you back. If you win, then you get the privilege to look as much you like.”
Theo was shooting off into the distance before I could buckle my helmet.