Chapter 6 #3
Peter risks a glance back, needing to see his lover’s face. He isn’t expecting to meet Sebastian’s gaze.
“Oh, Peter. You sweet, slutty boy. That’s how it goes sometimes. The moment a masochist gets fucked in the ass, it’s the only thing he wants.”
Peter closes his eyes.
“No use denying it,” he says, fingers out. He presses the head of his cock to Peter’s hole and pushes inside. “The world needs more gay Republican sluts. Actually, if you went back into politics, that would be the perfect slogan for you, baby.”
Peter whimpers.
“Head down, ass back more. It’s going in and you fucking know it.”
Peter obeys, body opening around the invasion. He tries to help and relax. “Faster. Sebastian. I can’t stop—god—thinking about it. You were all gone. I wanted to feel you. I loved it. I swear.”
“Which time? Which part, baby doll?” Sebastian grunts and has to pause while Peter adjusts and relaxes.
He shakes his head, eyes closed tight. “All of it. Every single moment, actually.”
“Crying on my dick?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Coming on your floor like a filthy slut?”
He shudders and comes.
“Dammit,” Sebastian growls and fucks him hard and deep, coming quickly after. Sebastian’s breathing is ragged. “I’m gonna lie on you,” he says.
“Knock yourself out,” Peter murmurs, trying to recover. Sebastian’s body is heavy and warm over Peter. He wraps a hand around Peter’s cock.
“Careful,” Peter pleads.
“Did you get the things I told you to?”
“N-no, I just… I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”
Sebastian squeezes him until he cries out. Then he lets him go.
“Now you know that I am serious. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Buy lube. French toast and champagne. A blanket. Plants. Unless you want me to help you with the plants.”
“What do you know about gardening?”
“More than you. Every fucking summer my mom turfed us all out back and had us redo the yard and plant shit. What’s it facing? East?”
“Huh?”
“Fine. Don’t do plants. We’ll do it together. Fuck, that was incredible,” he says. The heat of him, the solidity and pleasure of having a warm body against his own.
Sebastian’s cock slips out of him, and the pulsing of his hole is a reminder of just how bizarre this is.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Sebastian says, watching.
“I want to do this without condoms. I want to see my come leaking out of you.”
“If that’s what you want,” Peter says. He’s trying to play it cool, but he’s so happy he could burst into hysterical laughter.
“Stay there, honey,” Sebastian demands and gets toilet paper and cleans Peter up. He’s careful, but god, the area is sensitive.
Sebastian throws the tissues away and washes up while Peter gets himself together as best he can. Finally, Peter turns around, pulling Sebastian into his arms. Peter turns his head, kissing Sebastian and pressing close.
“Jesus, we have to stop or I’m gonna get hard again.” Sebastian pulls back and laughs quietly. His cheeks are flushed. Somehow, he’s even more gorgeous than normal. “What are you doing now?”
Peter raises a brow. “What am I doing right now? I’m going to do a walk of shame out of this bathroom and go home, I guess. I was supposed to go to a… doctor’s appointment this morning, but it got canceled."
“Doctor? Are you alright?”
“Yeah, perfect in everything but the mind,” he says and wishes he could take it back. He does not want Sebastian to know he’s seeing a shrink.
“Oh, therapy?” Sebastian asks, as if it isn’t a big deal. “I have a good therapist if you want one,” he says, smoothing his hair down in the mirror.
“You have a therapist?”
“Yeah. My sister? It was traumatic shit. My mom has us all going.”
“You don’t… I mean, you’re not doing this because I helped your sister, are you?”
Sebastian looks at him like he’s insane, which is a relief. “Am I getting to have absolutely incredible sex with you because of my sister? What does that even mean? Like pity?”
“I don’t know. You came over to say thank you, and one thing led to another. But it seemed like you knew that was gonna happen. So, was it just a way to say thank you?”
Sebastian's trying not to smile as he leans in to kiss Peter. “I want you to know that I think that’s really funny, but I’m not gonna laugh because I can tell you’re serious, and that’s actually deeply tragic.
I thought I made it clear. I saw you and wanted you.
If you hadn’t been a politician, I would’ve been all over you at that art gallery, trying to spout nonsense about impressionist art to see if I could get into your pants.
Then it turned out you were who you are, and that was just infuriating.
It did not stop me from wanting you, but it did make me kind of pissed off at myself.
And then you got a boner while I was breaking into your house, and here we are.
” Sebastian shrugs. “Anyway, I’m glad you saved my sister so I don’t have to be enraged anymore.
I should be thanking you. You’re the one bearing the brunt of it, so to speak.
” Sebastian sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
He’s so smug.
Peter likes it too much.
He drops his head to Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you go with me to class, and then we can get dinner afterwards?”
Peter laughs, surprised. “I’m not going to go to school with you.”
“Well, first of all, it’s grad school. University. It’s not like kindergarten or something. It’s a lecture on postmodern art. The professor is good, and the class is huge, they don’t know who the hell is supposed to be there. They don’t take roll or anything. No one will notice.”
“Yeah, but I’m old.”
“You will in no way be the oldest person in there, I can guarantee you. Maybe you’ll go and decide you like it and sign up for a class. Believe me, they will be more than happy to take your money if you want to go.”
The weirdest part is that Peter is tempted. Not just a little tempted, but really tempted. Sebastian makes it sound so easy. And Peter had expected to go to university after his service ended. Politics had gotten in the way of that.
But now the opportunity is here to just try it out, and he wouldn’t have to be on his own.
“It’s probably not a good idea,” he says reflexively.
“Oh, is that something you Republicans are known for? Good ideas?”
“They’re not all bad. Both sides have their strengths.”
Sebastian is staring at his mouth.
“We should go,” Peter says.