Chapter 24 - Sebastian
Sebastian
Icouldn’t wait to see my Theo. To talk to him, to kiss him. To bury myself inside him with him wearing…
I squeezed my cock through the thick material of my jeans. Patience. I tapped the key-card to the door and stepped into the room.
Theo was lying on the bed, and he smiled as I came in. But the smile wasn’t his usual wide, beaming, cheeky smile. It was tentative. Shy.
“You didn’t have to…you know, if it was going to make you uncomfortable,” I gestured to what he was wearing. Barely wearing.
“I wanted to, I promise. Is it weird feeling more exposed than when I’m naked?” Theo asked.
He was wearing exactly what I’d picked out for him prior to even making the bet.
A neon-orange jockstrap that cupped him just right, and left his ass totally out in the open.
“You look beautifully exposed,” I told him, crawling onto the bed on top of him and lifting his legs over my shoulders.
I leaned down to kiss him, almost testing the limits of his leg stretch.
I was already hard, straining against my jeans, but I kissed Theo, taking his mouth in mine as sweetly and gently as I could.
“Congratulations, European Champion,” he whispered between kisses.
“Well, you know what they say. First the worst…” I said, not sure how to approach the topic entirely. If Theo would be OK with me, with this.
“...second gets railed into the mattress?” Theo grinned, breaking the tension.
“Something like that,” I said, leaning to kiss him again. I rubbed one hand over the fabric of his jockstrap. “Do you want to be fucked, Teodoro?”
Theo blushed. “I’m already prepped and ready,” he said. “So give it to me hard.”
My mind short-circuited. I dipped one hand towards his hole and felt it already silky with lube. “Fuck, Theo, you drive me insane,” I said. It took all my self control and one shaky hand to unzip my jeans and pull them just low enough to release myself.
I had planned on wooing Theo. On getting naked and peppering his body with kisses, and making it last. There would be time for all that later. I needed him now, and from the flush in his cheeks and lust-glazed eyes I knew my Teodoro needed the same.
I reached over to the little bottle of lube on the bed and pumped out just enough to prepare my cock, lined myself up with his entrance and looked down to watch as I sank into Theo.
I knew he could take me now, we’d had enough practice, and I wasn’t as gentle as I was.
I watched this eyes roll back in bliss as I sank to the hilt.
The sex was rough, and wild, and so familiar but new.
I thrust into Theo again and again, and rubbed at his cock under the jockstrap until the head broke free of its confines.
I pushed his legs backwards until we could kiss again, and it was like a battle between lips, tongue and teeth.
And when I could feel myself reaching the end, that sweet release, I thrust so hard that I knew I’d be getting friction burns from my jeans for days.
“Fuck, Theo. I love you,” I groaned as I sank in one last time and came inside him.
All it took was one lazy stroke of his cock before Theo was coming just after me, ropes landing on his stomach.
I pulled out as gently as I could, but we both winced anyway.
Rough in all the right ways always felt sore afterwards.
Laying next to Theo, panting and trying to catch my breath, I managed to peel my t-shirt over my head and shuffled my briefs and jeans off my bottom half. I wiped down his stomach with my t-shirt as best I could before throwing it off the bed.
“You’re meant to get undressed before sex,” said Theo, grinning as he curled into my side. I pulled him as close as I could. A European Championship, sex and cuddles from Theodore Tyler. Life couldn’t get much better than this.
“You’re definitely OK?” I asked him. “It can’t be easy, getting so close to a win like that.”
“It was your turn, Sebastian,” Theo chided. “I’m coming after you in America. And for every season after that. You’ve only won the battle, and I’m gonna win the war.”
“You keep telling yourself that, sweetie,” I nuzzled my face into his hair. “I’m honoured to have you as my greatest competition.”
“And I you.” Theo smiled, but then grimaced. “Meet me in the shower in five minutes?”
“Sure,” I said, missing him as soon as he moved away from me.
I tapped my foot, checking my phone every five seconds until my allowed waiting time had elapsed.
I heard the shower switch on in the bathroom, and gave Theo another 30 seconds before I joined him there.
The jockstrap had been left on the tiled floor, and Theo stood under the waterfall spray waiting for me.
He looked like something a Greek sculptor might have carved, and as he grinned at me I had the realisation that he was entirely mine, and if I was very lucky, always would be.
We met under the spray, and I kissed him lazily and slowly. We had all the time in the world to love one another like this. I took care of my Teodoro, massaging shampoo into his hair and soaping up his whole body, and then he did the same to me. I reached for his tattoo, and he mirrored the action.
“Did you think, when you were so angry at me that you forced me into making such an embarrassing and personal change, that we would ever be here?” I asked Theo.
“I was thinking about this, when we were with Bradley and Arthur the other day,” replied Theo. “I think I’ve wanted you since the second I clapped eyes on you. Last year…I put my passion in the ring place. I wish I’d let myself just love you.”
I stroked his cheek with the back of my palm. “There’s no use wondering what might have been. You have let yourself love me, and I have you. In fifty years, when we look back at this moment, that year we missed out on being friends will seem like the blink of an eye.”
When we collapsed back into bed a short while after, I held Theo as he fell asleep in my arms.
I was the luckiest man in the world.