Chapter 6 #2
“Got it,” he says and carefully tucks himself away. Getting comfortable is not easy, and he has to adjust twice before he can leave the bathroom. Is he really going to do this? What will even happen?
He gets to the location and waits outside. It’s a coffee shop of all things.
Peter can’t help but pace a little. He does a few push-ups against the wall like an idiot.
He’s just so nervous. Finally, Sebastian comes around the corner.
He’s got black skinny jeans on and a V-neck T-shirt.
His hair is washed and still damp. He’s also wearing a leather jacket, and Peter instantly gets hard again.
He’s so handsome. Stop traffic, have anyone he wants gorgeous.
And he wants Peter.
Sebastian grins, walks right up to Peter, and takes a long look at his mouth.
“Don’t you look nice. How do you feel about a quickie in the bathroom?
” Sebastian asks, taking off his sunglasses.
“Fuck, the look on your face. That blush… Yeah, come on, sweetheart,” he says and turns Peter toward the door.
His mouth is close to Peter’s ear, and Peter swallows down a whimper.
“Go into the bathroom. Don’t lock it. I’ll be right behind you. ”
Peter opens the door, walks past some kid studying with headphones on, and goes into the bathroom.
It’s a single stall with a lock. He’s both really hard and super nervous.
And then Sebastian is there with him, locking the main door and reaching for him.
Sebastian wraps a hand in his shirt and hauls him close.
“I fucking missed you. Come here. Why do I want to come with my dick in my hand when I can have you?” Sebastian asks roughly and kisses Peter hard.
Sebastian turns them and shoves Peter back against the door, grinding his cock against Peter’s.
Peter gasps and shudders, his hips pressing closer, opening his mouth. He’s desperate and weak-kneed, tries to go to the ground, fumbling with Sebastian’s pants.
“Where are you going?” Sebastian demands with a chuckle. His hand goes to Peter’s throat, gentle but enough for Peter to stay where he is.
“To blow you. I want it,” he says. If Sebastian is half as turned on as Peter is, he doesn’t see how Sebastian can wait another moment.
Sebastian grabs him by the jaw, demanding to see his face. Watching him. “Honey, I thought you understood. I don’t want your mouth. I want your ass. I want to fuck you in here. I have condoms and lube.”
“Oh, I don’t… Sebastian.”
“What? Tell me, baby,” he says and puts Peter’s hand on his cock through his jeans. “Don’t you want it?”
Peter glances down. Puts both hands on Sebastian’s cock, petting the hardening bulge. “Fuck, I do.”
“Exactly. You’re my pretty slut. So get the fuck over there and hold onto the sink. Shirt off. I want your tits, too. Pants down. Let’s go.”
“Move me. M-make me.”
“Always. You coming over shy on me now? You sure wanted it yesterday. Fuck, can you believe that was only yesterday?”
Sebastian pushes him to the sink, and Peter takes off his shirt, holding it in his hands. He’s blushing down to his nipples. His pants are open and shoved down.
Peter gets a quick nip on his back. “Touch yourself if you want. But I’ll take care of you if you wait for me to get mine. Besides, you might come on my dick. Who knows?”
Peter grips the sink tightly. He’s concerned he might fall down. “So, what, I’m supposed to just take it and you’ll… I’m like an afterthought?”
“Nooo,” he says, spanking Peter hard on the ass.
Peter blinks.
Sebastian grins at him in the mirror. “If you come on my dick, you’re not an afterthought, are you?
Then we’re in it together. But if my dick is too big for your tight hole and you can’t relax enough to come in this filthy bathroom, then I’ll take care of you when I’m done. ” He’s staring at Peter’s hard dick.
“I’m bigger than you, aren’t I, princess?”
“Oh fuck. Don’t say that. Why the hell is that sexy?”
Sebastian grins at him. “Pretty sure my dick is fatter, too. We’ll measure. You’ll like that,” he says, licking his lips like a dog salivating over a bone.
Peter won’t like it. He'll be embarrassed and mortified if they measure dicks. He reaches for himself at the idea, how awful it will be, how smug and demeaning Sebastian will act during the process.
Peter will be absolutely desperate to get fucked if they do that.
Sebastian smacks him on the ass.
“Ow!”
“I’m talking to you. Pay attention.”
Peter rolls his eyes. “You don’t shut up. God, just do it already.” Peter is anxious and beyond excited. He looks at his cock, watches pre-come slip down the side of it.
Sebastian sighs. Soft kisses land on Peter’s back. His voice is gentler. His touch is careful. As if Peter is fragile.
“I didn’t even ask you how your day was. Not really. Look how beautiful you are. Did you know you have a mole on your back? It’s cute. I should come on it. I could do that instead?”
His tongue licks at a spot near his shoulder blade, and Peter shivers. “No, I want you to fuck me,” he says. Saying it aloud gives him a weird pleasure.
“I want to make you come,” Sebastian says earnestly. His hand slides over Peter’s pec. Over his heart. It makes the moment feel more intimate.
“Oh… yeah, sure.” The blushing will kill Peter.
“I promise you’ll come so hard.”
“I—good,” he says. He tries to smile reassuringly.
“But I want it to be after I come.”
Peter chuckles. “You’re like a dog with a bone.”
Sebastian pinches Peter’s nipples really hard. “Christ, they’ll fall off!” Peter yelps. They throb. They are also a direct line to his cock.
“Then make me happy and I’ll be nice to you.”
“I am! What do you want?”
“Let me use you and get mine. After I come, I’ll sort you out.”
“Fine,” Peter says, shrugging. Trying to pretend it isn’t a big deal.
Sebastian makes a hmm sound, parts Peter’s cheeks, and then a thumb rubs roughly over the rim. His head hangs.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Does it make you want my big dick in your ass?”
“Sebastian—“
“Ask me for it. Tell me you want me to use you. That you don’t even want to come until I’m satisfied.”
“That’s different.”
“Someone is going to want this bathroom, you know. We need to be quick. Besides, you’re going to give me what I want. Just do it already.”
“I… I want to come after you get yours,” Peter says, staring down at his bobbing cock. More pre-come wells out of the slit.
“Beautiful. What a good boy you are. A perfect fucking slut.”
“Will—” He clears his throat to ask. “Will you let me come?”
“Didn’t I just say I would?”
“Yeah, but you’re so mercurial. You might change your mind.” Tears fill Peter’s eyes, and he takes a deep breath, tries to blink the emotion away.
Sebastian’s chin rests on his shoulder. He’s staring at Peter in the mirror. “You give away more than you think you do. You’re terrible at hiding what you want. I want you to come so you’ll come. I like watching you tremble and fall apart.”
Sebastian pulls Peter’s cheek to the side and looks down. “Pretty fucking hole. Can’t tell what we got up to yesterday at all. If a hole heals and no one is around to appreciate it, did it ever happen at all?”
“What?” Peter asks, confused.
“Nothing. I was sort of trying to make a joke about the tree in the forest—don’t worry about it. Deeply unimportant. I think this virgin tight hole means you need it again. Don’t you?”
He nods.
“No, you have to tell me. Tell me how much you need it. You’re a slut. My whore. You better fucking need it from me,” he says sharply.
“I do. Sebastian, please—fuck,” he gasps as Sebastian presses something inside him. Then he’s wet. He clings tighter to the sink.
“Lube shooter. You’ll grow to love it. Want a few fingers?
Let’s get you a little open. Rough and dirty.
Soon you won’t need this. I’m going to use you so much, get you so used to taking me that I can always get inside you.
You’ll know how to relax. You’ll just let me inside.
Here you go,” he says and starts to work him open with his fingers.
Peter shuffles his legs apart, tries to tilt back and get the angle right.
“Look at you. That’s right. No, head up. I want to see you struggle, baby. Show me your pretty face.”
Sebastian grazes over his prostate, and Peter gasps, hand slamming to the wall as he clenches hard on Sebastian’s fingers.
“You’re doing good. Did you like that, sweetheart?
Just a moment to let you calm back down,” Sebastian says and kisses Peter’s neck, sucking on his skin.
“Better. Deep breath. Relax your shoulders. Drop your head for a moment. Now another breath. Good boy… Look at me. Don’t look away.
” Peter whimpers as Sebastian almost pulls his fingers free, Peter spasming unpleasantly.
Sebastian is watching his hole. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight. Pretty hole twitching and eager already.”
He tugs down, quick and a little mean, slick finger sliding out and off his rim, and Peter slaps a hand to his cock, squeezing the base hard so he doesn’t come.
“There you go. Good boy. Now you get a little more. Pretty slut. God, you’re amazing. This is fast, Peter. If I didn’t want you so much, it’d be better for you.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” he says, keeping his gaze steady on Sebastian’s. “I want to feel it.”
“Yeah.” Fingers pump in and out of him, quick and not careful. Sebastian has given him as much gentle care as he’s going to get, apparently.
Peter groans as Sebastian presses the tips of three fingers inside him.
“This is just about it. You can handle the rest. Just making sure you can’t keep me out.
I like that you don’t pretend to not want it like this.
I mean, your dick is so hard and cute it sort of gives it away, but I just want to fill you up already.
I can’t get over the fact that you barely feel it today.
I rode your ass so fucking hard yesterday.
I bet you were devastated you couldn’t feel me more. ”