Chapter 15 Sebastian
Sebastian
There was a knock at the door. “Esta abierto!” I shouted, praying it was Theo arriving at exactly the time he had promised.
The door squeaked open, and Theo entered the room, looking as beautiful as ever in a casual but very expensive denim jumpsuit.
And then Theo’s eyes widened at the sight of me and he descended into a fit of the giggles upon seeing my attire.
Or rather, my one very particular piece of attire on an otherwise naked body.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“What if it hadn’t been me?” he replied.
He leaned over to lock the door and then crawled onto the bed beside where I was laying.
He trailed one finger down my chest, through the chest hair and over the tattoo, over my belly-button and making me wriggle so much that the ZX Computing race cap I’d positioned between my legs almost dislodged itself entirely.
“Where did you get this?” Theo asked, swiping the cap off my groin and putting it on his head.
I reached up to turn the cap backwards, then pulled him down into a kiss. “Bargain bin,” I joked when I had finally had my fill.
“You bastard,” Theo grumbled, but that didn’t stop him coming in for another kiss.
I reached for the buttons on his denim jumpsuit, undoing them until I could let my hands roam over his body.
We kissed slowly, lazily, as my cock inflated to full mast and Theo slowly let the denim outfit fall from his shoulders.
My hands roamed the nearly hairless body of his, until I could sneak one down through his dark blonde pubes to wrap around his cock.
Theo’s kisses stuttered for a moment, like I’d momentarily short-circuited his brain. I pulled on his hard cock, freeing it from the confines of the bottom half of his jumpsuit.
“So…about our bet,” Theo muttered against my lips. “What is it you want to do? You’re in charge, remember.”
“I do remember, Theodore. And I need you to get out of this outfit before I rip some very expensive denim at the seams.”
Theo’s hands were fumbling with the waist of his jumpsuit in seconds, and it made a dull thump as he threw it at the wall.
“Now, Teodoro, I am going to ask you to suck my cock. And I need you to straddle my face. Can you do that?”
“We’re sixty-nineing again? That a kink of yours?” asked Theo. “Because if that’s all we’re gonna do, I will need to employ a man who takes care of my other needs.”
I swatted at his ass as he did what he was told anyway. “You just be a good boy and I will focus on the logistics of what we’re going to do.”
Theo put himself in the position that I’d asked, with his cock hanging over my face, and then I felt his lips close around the head of my cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, allowing myself to savour the feeling of being serviced for a minute before getting to work.
And I wasn’t getting to work on Theo’s cock. I reached up to his beautiful thighs to pull him back slightly, so that instead of his cock, I was staring right at Theo’s ass. I grabbed at both cheeks to give me better access, then dove at Theo’s hole like a starving man.
Once again, I felt Theo’s mouth stutter and I knew I was doing a good job because of it. I swiped across his hole with my tongue in long, flat stripes. Both of us communicated through groans and moans, and in Theo’s case, the increasing pressure of his ass on my face.
Finally, despite the pleasure from his mouth and the feeling I got from giving that pleasure back to him, I had to push him off me.
I took a deep breath in. “Were you trying to suffocate me?” I asked.
“You liked it,” Theo said with a grin.
“You liked it,” I countered.
“Sure did,” said Theo. And then he was straddling me, but at the other end. He leaned forward to kiss me but had my cock running up against his spit-slicked ass as he did. He deliberately pushed back, making me moan his name into his mouth.
“Drawer,” I said, “quickly. I need inside you and I’m going to explode before I can.”
Theo reached into the bedside table, giving my cock a moment of blessed relief from the pressure.
Seconds later, he was back to his same position, cock bobbing over my stomach and a bottle of lube and condom in his hand. I gave his cock a gentle tug, and he slapped me away with the condom wrapper.
“Not until you’re inside me, I’m on a hair trigger here,” he warned. “I don’t want to use this, do you?” he asked.
“I am tested, and have not had sex in an embarrassingly long time except with you,” I replied.
Theo threw the condom behind him with that cheeky British grin I loved so much, then pumped a little lube onto his hand. When he reached back to slip up my cock, I yelped.
“Sorry, cold,” I hissed.
“Let’s fix that,” he said. He leaned forwards toward me again as he prepared himself quickly. He gave me a quick kiss that had me chasing him back up for more until I felt my cock line up with his hole. Slowly, as he sat backwards, I sank further in.
His eyes were screwed up tight, and I put one hand over his on the bed. “Is this OK?” I asked.
“More than, just let me get used to you,” Theo said. I kept as still as possible as he sank right to the hilt and then opened his eyes. “Is that it?” he asked with a wink.
“I’m sure I can thrust another centimetre if you ask nicely,” I grumbled.
“Oh, Mr García, you are plenty big enough,” he said.
Slowly but surely, Theo started to move.
His abs rippled as he rode me, slowly at first and then faster and faster.
Just the sound of his whining, higher in pitch now, and the slap of our bodies together, would be enough to get me off.
But the feel of that hot, tight channel around my cock was like nothing I’d ever had before.
And the fact it was Theo, my Teodoro, riding me, had me feeling almost overwhelmed.
I had dreamed of this moment so many times, and here he was, fulfilling my every fantasy.
I could feel the sex reaching what felt like an embarrassingly early crescendo, and I was determined that if I was going over the edge, then Theo was going over the edge with me.
I pulled at his cock gently, extracting precum from the tip.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Don’t do that if you want me to last.”
It was my turn to grin evilly as I picked up the pace. I pulled gently at Theo’s cock even as he moved up and down, creating a stuttering rhythm that had both of us groaning in unison again.
“Gonna come in your ass,” I said.
“Do it then,” Theo replied, sweat glistening down his front from exertion.
I could feel the orgasm building, and I finally came inside him with a roar, my grip on his cock tightening involuntarily at the full-body orgasm.
But that was all it took to have him spilling over my fingers and onto my stomach.
After what could have been ten seconds or a million years, Theo collapsed onto me, panting.
I pulled myself from him and held him close to my chest, not caring about the stickiness or the sweat.
“Can we do that again?” Theo spoke, muffled by his proximity to my neck.
“Give me five minutes,” I said, stroking one finger down the bumps of his spine.
When I woke up, the hotel clock on the nightstand told me it was 3am.
And Theo, who had always rolled over and away to sleep, was snuggled right into my chest. Exactly where I wanted him.
I squeezed him closer, and it was only then that I realised he was idly drawing patterns on my chest with one finger.
“Are you awake?” I asked.
“Haven’t slept,” Theo mumbled in reply.
“What’s up? Are you OK? Did I accidentally hurt you?” I asked.
“No, I feel fine. I feel too fine,” said Theo, sitting up as he did so. I reached over and switched on the bedside lamp so that we could see one another. He looked adorable, with his blonde hair all messed up, but the dark bags under his eyes were apparent too.
“I’m not following,” I said, reaching out to him, to keep the contact between us even as he felt that little bit more distant.
“Do you know what I do when I do badly in a race?” Theo asked, barreling on before I could answer. “I steal a bottle of champagne from the winners’ table, go back to my hotel room and get drunk by myself in the dark.”
“You punish yourself,” I said. “I understand. I do too.”
“What’s your routine?” he asked.
I hesitated. “I’m better at not punishing myself now. Last year, after everything, I got too self destructive. Too…in my feelings, I think you would say.”
“And what did you do?” Theo scooted closer again, and just knowing I had his attention turned from being so morose made me want to be heist with him.
“Last year? I would run myself a cold bath. Get ice from the hotel, and sit in it until my toes were numb. Until I couldn’t stand it any more. Then I would get out, give myself five minutes to get warm, and do it all over again. Until I ran out of ice.”
“Ouch. Ice baths are not fun. Necessary though,” Theo grimaced.
“Exactly, Teodoro. I convinced myself that I was recovering my muscles, sharpening my mind. But really, it was just a form of self-harm. I was punishing myself unnecessarily. And I…”
“And you…” Theo encouraged.
“I punished myself for putting you off your game so early on. We both had a bad season after the crash, you were not talking to me…so I used to lay in bed afterwards, and scroll through your social media. The only thing that brought me solace after a bad race was when you did well.”
Theo blushed a dark shade. “I was not as nice. I only ever felt better when you did worse.”
I reached for his hand and then yanked him on top of me, so his face was inches from mine. “You wanted me to lose, little Brit?”
“I was so angry,” Theo said, but he was grinning now. “I just wanted you punished.”
“You standing feet from me, not talking to me, or touching me. That was punishment enough,” I said. I kissed him gently on the lips. “Why this talk of punishment? Why can’t you sleep?”
Theo sighed. “Because I lost to you today. And rather than punishment, I got bliss. You made me feel like I was celebrating. And that feels wrong.”
“Oh, Teodoro,” I said, holding him closer. “Punishment is self destructive. That is why I cannot allow myself to wallow any more. It doesn’t make you a better driver.”
“But it has to,” Theo protested. “How do I do better if I’m not pushing myself?”
“Push yourself. Don’t punish yourself,” I replied.
I reached for my laptop where it sat next to the bed and positioned it on my lap, manoeuvring Theo so that he could see it too.
I tapped in my password..and immediately lost my train of thought as I remembered what I’d last browsed before the race.
I slammed the laptop shut, but I knew it was too late already.
“Was that a fan page?” Theo asked. I didn’t look at him, but I could hear the grin in his voice. “My fan page?”
He reached for the laptop, opened it and then scrolled down the page. “Sebastian, you have an account. This is not just a browse.”
I groaned, covering my face with one hand. “Never talk to me again. I am a creepy, terrible stalker.”
Theo moved my hand from my face, and I saw his was inches from mine again. “I hope you’re not one of the fans who’s requesting my dirty underwear. My manager has blocked so many of them it’s unreal.”
“Teodoro, you left a pair of boxers at my house. I would be a silly man to ask for more. If these fans knew about your floor-drobe as you call it, they would be organising to do your laundry for you, not steal your underwear.”
“You bastard. So what were you doing on that account?”
“Promise you will not laugh?” I asked.
“Cross my heart,” Theo said.
“I was defending you. Not everyone is kind, even in your fan club. So last year, every race, I would log in and be your biggest defender against bad fans.”
I thought Theo would laugh, or struggle to hold it in thanks to his promise. Instead, his eyes went wide and I thought I saw tears threatening to break free. He reached for the laptop, and found my comment history.
“You don’t need to see that, people are cruel,” I said, reaching, but he held the laptop away from me. He scrolled slowly, seeming to take in every word.
“Thank you,” he said finally, turning to me with tears in his eyes. “Really. Thank you.”
I kept him close as I switched the laptop over to what I’d actually wanted to show him.
“I haven’t watched the race yet, would you like to?” I asked. “Rather than punish yourself, or feel guilty for spending time with me. We can use that time, together. To see how we could have done better.”
Theo hesitated. “Yeah…go on. I’d like that.”
So I leaned forward, clicked play, and held my boyfriend as we analysed the race.