Chapter 3 #2
"Oh, I know. I assume that's what the tears were for.
Pretty tears. You should cry more. Every emotion is there on your face.
Readable. Easy. The horror and disgust that it was turning you on.
Your cock getting hard, your nipples all perked up and pretty because you wanted me.
It made me want to rip your dick off. Tear your face off.
I hated how hot you were and how much you were enjoying it. "
"I'm sorry," Peter says again. "I hate myself for reacting that way. I know it was inappropriate. Wrong, and I've just… that's… there's something wrong with me. Always has been—"
"Did you come?" Sebastian asks calmly. As if it's a perfectly reasonable question.
"I… no."
"Don't lie. You jerk off, right? Or do you have a partner who sorts you out? Do you top? Is that a stupid question?" Sebastian sets down his beer, prowling closer. There's this power or confidence coming from Sebastian.
Peter is expected to answer his questions. Peter wants to, and he needs those answers to be right.
"I don't have someone."
"You like men, right?" The question is sharp.
"Sebastian, I—"
The young man forces eye contact. "Let's get something clear. I ask a question and you're gonna answer it."
"Or else what?" Peter demands. His chin juts up. He's got one chance to stand up straight and act like he's in charge. Before it's determined for good who has all the power in this relationship.
Not that it's a relationship. It's just two guys feeling each other out for weird power games and sexual innuendos.
This isn't something Peter knows how to deal with.
"Or else I'm going to leave, and I'll just go fuck someone else."
Peter goes weak. It's almost like vertigo. But in a good way.
Does that mean Sebastian wants to fuck him? Will fuck him if he answers the questions?
Sebastian's blue gaze is intense and hungry. As if he's a predator about to devour Peter. Peter has no choice but to drop his gaze.
"Yes?" Peter whispers. He didn't mean to say that.
"Yes to what, sweetheart?" Sebastian asks, and then he's standing in Peter's space. He cages Peter in against the counter and leans forward slowly. His lips touch Peter's bottom lip, and then he bites, a bright flash of pain.
Sebastian lets him go.
"Fuck! Um, I like men. Ow." Christ, he is so fucking hard and uncomfortable in his pants.
"There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He kisses Peter's lip. Is it an apology?
The contrast of pain and gentleness isn't something Peter knows what to do with. It doesn't make sense. When the pain starts, it should keep going. The gentleness is awful. If it's too gentle, he might cry. After the last few days he's had, crying sounds great.
"No, it wasn't too hard," he says.
Sebastian grins at him. "And what about casual partners? There’s gotta be someone. You’re too pretty to be alone."
It’s a line. And yet, Peter shakes his head ‘no’ in answer.
Sebastian's gaze narrows. "Why not?"
"How could I?" he asks and blinks back sudden tears.
Sebastian kisses him then, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, another bite, this one harder, and Peter gasps.
"That's a stupid fucking answer, baby doll. You could have anyone you want, anytime you want. You have to know that." Then Sebastian presses his tongue into Peter's mouth, does a shallow sweep of the interior, and suddenly his hand is on Peter's cock, stroking over the bulge softly.
It's too much.
Peter's assaulted from every direction and doesn't know how to stop this. And he really doesn't want to. For the love of god, can't he have something?
He presses into the touch, needing it harder. "Do whatever you want," Peter murmurs into the young man's mouth.
Sebastian groans and kisses him hard. "Do you like to get fucked, Peter?"
"I don't even know," he says. He licks his lips, tries to suck the taste of Sebastian into his mouth. "It looks like it hurts."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? It can. It can really fucking hurt, Peter. It can hurt so bad you won't want to sit down for days. Hurt so bad you scream and beg for me to stop. But it can be sweet, too. It can be really gentle and slow, and it doesn't have to hurt at all."
Peter doesn't know what to say.
Sebastian is still petting his cock through his pants. And he's watching for Peter's reaction.
"Do you want to get fucked? And if the answer is yes, then I'm going to fuck you." Sebastian looks down, eyeing Peter's hard cock, as if he can see through the material. He presses harder.
Peter grunts at the pressure, and then Sebastian scrapes his nails down the front, all along his shaft, and Peter swears, starts to grab for Sebastian, needing to hold onto him.
"Please," he gasps, hips thrusting forward for more.
"There you are. You want it, baby?"
"Yeah. Yes, please." Peter closes his eyes, ashamed to admit it. This boy just called him baby!
"And you want it to hurt, don't you? So ask me nicely for it."
Peter does want it to hurt. But he hates that it's so obvious. Surely he should deny it?
"Let me give this to you. You've earned it. I'll hurt you and make you come so hard, Peter. Don't make me go somewhere else. You're so fucking pretty, baby. So sweet. I can tell," he says.
Peter shakes his head. This is insane. People don't act like this. You're too young. He can't get the words to come out. "Please make it hurt," Peter says and closes his eyes.
"There it is. There you go," Sebastian growls and then he spanks Peter's cock with the flat of his hand, and Peter cries out, hunches over, and raises his leg as if he's going to protect himself.
"Back you go, baby," Sebastian says darkly.
Peter shivers as he shifts on his feet, his hard cock throbbing and aching.
"Harder?"
"Yeah, fuck."
"How much harder? How much did that hurt? On a scale of one to ten."
"F-four," Peter says.
"Goddamn. You're a fucking pain slut, aren't you?" Sebastian smacks him again. So hard Peter's mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He leans closer to Sebastian and presses a kiss to his jaw.
He can't help it. It only feels appropriate to kiss Sebastian, to show how grateful he is, to try to get more.
His next breath ends with a whimper, and his balls throb.
"Pretty slut. How was that? I'm hoping that was a six. Tell me."
Peter nods in agreement.
"Want me to rub it better?" Sebastian asks, and his hand rubs roughly over the area before Peter can answer. It hurts so much there are no words. He whines.
"That's a pretty sound. I like that. Slutty as fuck. That sound tells me you're having a good time. Isn't that right?"
It takes a moment to process, longer for him to speak. "Yes, Sebastian."
"I think you should call me Seb. My friends do."
"Sebastian," Peter says, the word a sigh. He means to use the abbreviation but it’s wrong and his mouth or his brain won't cooperate. He likes saying the man’s full name. It’s like he’s being respectful or paying homage to him. He can be Seb for other people. “Is that what we are? Friends?"
"You're about to get my dick in your ass, so I think that qualifies," he says and wraps his arms around Peter's neck.
Sebastian kisses Peter's mouth and then his jaw, down to his neck. "Take me upstairs," he orders, and Peter growls, grabs him by the thighs, and lifts him up. Sebastian twines his legs around Peter's waist. Peter holds him by the ass, squeezing his cheeks. Sebastian grins at him.
He leaves the kitchen quickly, taking the stairs easily. At the top, Sebastian bites him, hard into the meat of his neck, and Peter sways into the wall, almost going down he's so dizzy with arousal.
"I can't," he moans and grinds his cock against Sebastian's crotch.
"You like that? A little harder, baby?"
"Shit," Peter gasps and stumbles into his bedroom.
Sebastian bites him again, so hard and good that he falls to the bed, bracing himself as they land so he doesn't totally squish the savage beneath him.