Chapter 12 Theo
Theo
The atmosphere at Sebastian’s was chilled.
Relaxed. Fine. I was reclining outside on the lounger, letting the sun continue its warm, slow and wonderful carcigenisation of my skin.
Or that’s what it would be doing, if Sebastian hadn’t found twenty excuses so far to apply more suncream to every inch of me.
But, other than that, things hadn’t progressed between us since the time we’d had under the tree two days before.
We’d carried on almost as before, bantering and having a good time at his villa.
There was a tension between us, like an elastic band that was being stretched tighter and tighter but just wouldn’t break.
I so wanted to break it. But I had no idea what would happen when I did.
I stretched and made my way casually into the kitchen. As casually as I could, at least.
“That smells great,” I said. Sebastian was shirtless like me, and was stood over the hob and stirring something that was wafting throughout the kitchen.
“Paella, open wide,” he said, turning with a spoon of rice and chorizo and casually feeding it to me.
“Heaven,” I confirmed, and he flashed me a smile before continuing to stir.
“Should be five minutes,” he said.
I slid my hands around him and let them roam his stomach, running through the soft, fine hair there. “I can think of an awful lot we could do in five minutes,” I murmured.
“Seriously? Now?” asked Sebastian with such force that I took a step back, feeling a little rejected.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I thought you might want to…again. But I guess not. I get it.”
The harsh sting of rejection was washing over me, and even though I knew it was irrational, I could feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes.
So to spare myself the embarrassment, I beat a hasty retreat back out onto the terrace.
I walked along the side of the pool slowly, taking deep breaths, until I’d reached the terrace.
I fought to get my emotions under control as I looked over the vineyards.
“Hey.” I felt Sebastian’s hand on my shoulder, and then he was pulling me into his warm body for a hug. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m fine,” I said, trying my hardest to ignore the rush of feeling I got from the skin-on-skin contact. Not just the lust, but the want for him that I’d been denying.
“You are not fine, Teodoro. So talk to me.”
“I just…thought that you wanted this too,” I said. “Not just the fooling around but something else. But I guess you got it out of your system.”
Sebastian chuckled, and I wriggled out of his hold.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I said, feeling my face redden. “I don’t want to feel rejected and stupid.”
“Teodoro. You are never stupid to me. I was just giving you space. I did not want to push you further than you you were willing to go. And I have been hinting.”
“You haven’t!”
“Do you really think you need sun cream every half an hour? Or that I need to apply it even to your thighs underneath your shorts?” Sebastian asked, the grin stretching at his cheeks like he couldn’t help himself.
“…perhaps not.”
“Or that I really wanted to show you my new bedding set?”
“I thought you really liked Egyptian cotton!”
“That I always insist on swimming naked, and drying off in the sun?”
“…oh.” I felt really stupid now, and held my arms around my torso like it would stop the embarrassment from bursting out. Sebastian didn’t seem to care, reaching for me and pulling me into a tight hug against his chest again.
“I have been desperate to feel you again, Teodoro. Just not when I was handling a pan of food hot enough to burn your perfect skin. OK?”
“…OK,” I muttered against his collarbone, extricating my hands so that I could touch his body properly in return.
“Would you like to see my Egyptian cotton bedding again, Teodoro?”
“Yes please. I really love Egyptian cotton. Can’t get enough of it.”
Sebastian took my hand, and a thrill ran through me. How could it be that just holding his hand could make me feel so good? And how would it feel to be—
I stopped myself thinking before I could get too overexcited, and let Sebastian lead me by the hand up to his bedroom. The Egyptian cotton really was lovely, and the closed shutters over open windows cast slivers of light and let a breeze flow through the room.
I didn’t have long to admire the decor. Sebastian dragged me to the bed and pushed me down with as much force as I’d always suspected he was capable of.
He grinned at me, a wolfish grin framed by a couple of days of stubble, then grabbed at the waistband of my shorts to rip them down.
I had hardly a second to relax and lift my hips up so that he didn’t drag me off the bed with them.
My cock was already hard, and sprang free.
Sebastian ripped his t-shirt off as well as his shorts and then was climbing on top of me, pushing me back towards the pillows and laying the whole length of his body over mine, carefully grinding his cock against mine in a way that had me bucking up against him.
It was no use. He was heavier than me and practically an immovable object as he teased me by grinding into me.
One arm wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed my mouth to the crook of his shoulder, and I bit down gently.
Sebastian moaned and pushed me ever further into the mattress, so I licked and sucked at the skin until I was sure I’d caused a mark.
Sebastian’s other hand found a gap between us and held our two cocks together in a vice-like grip.
“Fuck, you really love frotting, don’t you,” I said as I came up for air. Sure enough, I’d left a dark bruise on Sebastian’s skin. I loved marking him, so I dipped my mouth back to make another mark.
“I just love the feel of your cock,” said Sebastian, giving a tug and a twist to emphasise the point.
I was seeing stars. “I just want to taste you,” I moaned, admiring the second hickey I’d made.
Sebastian grinned. “I want to taste you too.”
“Well isn’t that a conundrum,” I mused, running one hand down his back towards the crease of his arse, which was just out of reach.
Without any warning, Sebastian’s grip on my neck tightened and he was flipping us so that he was on the bottom. “Turn around, Theo,” he said.
My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I swung one leg over his body to shift myself so that I was face to face with his cock.
It was practically throbbing, and I wrapped one hand around the hard, warm length of it.
I Squeezed and pulled, as one clear drop of premium oozed from the tip.I leaned down to taste it with one gentle lick.
I took Sebastian’s moan as an encouragement to carry on, and slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until his head was touching the back of my throat.
I breathed through my nose as I pulled more moans from Sebastian’s lips.
Then his hands tightened around my thighs and manoeuvred me just a little until I felt his cool breath ghosting over the tip of my cock.
And then I was sinking into his mouth and sucking him at the same time.
I’d always thought 69ing was overrated. Too much to concentrate on, too many cocks ruining the broth, to warp a phrase.
But there was something about the feeling of sinking right to the back of Sebastian’s throat and doing my best to do the same to him, though his extra length made it difficult.
The pure pleasure of serving the man and hearing him choke on me at the same time.
His hands gripped the back of my thighs so that I couldn’t pull out, so he was obviously enjoying as much as I was.
With one arm bracing myself, I played with his heavy balls with my free hand as I took him deeper and deeper, opening my throat to take him to the base as best I could.
Sebastian’s hands were getting all the more creative.
I felt a finger wander and stroke my exposed hole.
A shiver ran through me that I couldn’t control.
I couldn’t tell Sebastian that I could feel my orgasm building. But I could feel his balls pulling in closer in my hand, so I hoped he was as close as I was.
I upped the pace anyway, massaging his balls with one hand as I took him to the hilt.
Sebastian moaned, loud, and the vibrations through my cock sent me over the edge.
With one thrust, I came into his mouth, and seconds later I tasted the bitter saltiness of his release on my tongue.
I swallowed as much as I could before finally coming up for air, and his cock gave a few little pumps onto his stomach, which I licked up. For completeness, obviously.
An insistent tap on one thigh reminded me that I was still buried in Sebastian’s mouth, and I pulled myself away as he coughed.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, scrambling around to face him.
Sebastian used one muscular arm to pull me closer. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. I let myself sink fully into his embrace, laying my head on his hairier chest as he stroked my back. “I enjoyed the taste of you,.”
“Me too,” I said. “Round two?”
Sebastian’s deflating cock gave a half-hearted twitch. “You may be able to go again, but I will need another hour at least.”
“I bet you I can get you back up and running in half an hour,” I joked. Half joked.
“A bet? And what do you get if you win?”
“Your cock at the back of my throat?”
“Sounds like a deal, Teodoro.”
Half an hour, I won my bet. And took my prize as deep as I dared.