Chapter 13
Sebastian
After I changed and washed my face, I looked at myself in the mirror trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me.
I had been acting like a total ass to Jackson, and he hadn’t deserved it.
I just couldn’t get over everything he started spewing about the car and then how he just took over calling the taxi and getting us to the hotel.
I hadn’t expected it at all. I guess after everything happened with him, I’d been looking at him as this fragile little flower who I was afraid would get all his petals knocked off at the slightest blow of the wind.
He was the opposite of that though. He was strong, just like a damn sunflower.
I walked out of the bathroom and Jackson was standing at the window looking out over the city.
He looked so fucking good. I didn’t expect my sweatpants to look so good on him.
He was standing there with his hands in his pockets.
I never noticed before, but Jackson was actually very muscular.
For some reason, the night I found him, he looked so frail.
He turned around slightly to look at me and I felt my cock get warm.
I could not be attracted to Jackson , I thought.
He was my employee. We were complete opposites, anyway.
It was just the situation. I just kept repeating to myself, I’m not attracted to Jackson.
He smiled and said, “Hey. Thanks again for the clothes. They’re really comfortable.
” His voice was unusually deep. I wondered, is that Jackson when he’s relaxed?
He looked so happy. Not depressed at all.
Not scared. Just comfortable. Why couldn’t I see past everything he’d been through?
“The city lights look incredible from up here,” he went on.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to reach out to him and hug him. I hadn’t done that, and I should’ve. My sister hugged him. That night we found him curled up in the bus depot kept replaying in my head as I watched him standing at the window.
I asked him, “Did you want to try and find a movie? It’s still kind of early.” Did I want to find a movie? We needed to find a movie so I could push the intrusive thoughts out of my head.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Sebastian, I…I can sleep on the floor. I don’t want things to be weird.”
Sleep on the floor? Was he crazy? “Jackson, it’s fine. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable.” I was definitely comfortable, but I didn’t want him to feel pressured.
He nodded. “Right. Okay, if you’re sure.”
I pulled the blankets back, “I’m sure. Let’s find a movie.”
We didn’t find a movie but landed on some HGTV stuff.
It was quiet and we watched it at a low volume as they fixed up some house that was in disarray.
Each of us would chime in occasionally with our thoughts on their choice of color, décor, or lighting fixtures.
Before I knew it, we were falling asleep with the tv still running in the background at an even lower volume.
I was dreaming. In my dream, Jackson was lying against me.
His ass was pushed up against my cock and I was rock hard.
I could hear him moaning as he pushed himself back into me.
Grabbing his hip, I nuzzled my face into the back of his neck and pushed my stiff bulge against his ass to meet him.
He smelled so good, like citrus. I didn’t remember him smelling like citrus.
Suddenly his hand reached back to meet me.
He palmed my cock through my sweats. Fuck, it felt so good.
It was just a dream, and I could have that dream.
I reached my hand around and grabbed his cock, the thickness of him through his sweats felt so good.
His fucking dick felt incredible, and I just wished I could see it.
I stroked him through his sweats like it was a lifeline, I couldn’t let go.
I didn’t want to let go. He moaned and grinded his ass into me while he thrusted his shaft through my grip.
It was so fucking hot. I was hot. My forehead was breaking a sweat but at the same time I wanted to melt into him.
Fuck, don’t stop. Keep grinding on me, I thought.
And then, he said my name, “Sebastian, oh fuck…” And I realized it wasn’t a dream. I yanked my hand back and hopped out of bed.
“Jackson, I’m sorry. I thought I was dreaming.
Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He rolled out of bed and stood up, his impressively large cock staring at me through his sweats.
The cock I had just stroked like it was my job.
His eyes went from my face to my sweats.
He was looking at how hard I was… hard for him .
Hard for what I thought was a dream and never would’ve acted on in reality. “Jackson… say something, please.”
He looked at me and then looked down at himself. “I’m um… I’m gonna go take a shower.” He rushed toward the bathroom, closing the door.
FUCK! I wanted to yell it. The clock blinked two o’clock in the morning. It was only two in the fucking morning. Check out wasn’t until ten o’clock. I got my jeans on and decided to go for a walk and let him have some time. What the hell was I going to do for eight hours?