Chapter 13 The Song of Spring Break
THIRTEEN
THE SONG OF SPRING brEAK
ALEX
The table lamp on my nightstand reflected in the dark window, glowing softly against the night outside.
The house was quiet, except for a casual conversation downstairs and the central heating kicking in every once in a while.
The piano keyboard waited for my fingers, but I couldn’t bring myself to play.
I crossed my legs on the floor, leaned against the bed frame, and gave myself over to the sounds of the house.
The words drifting up from the foyer were nothing but mumbles—my hearing was good, but not that good—yet the soothing pitch of Sebastian’s voice washed over me.
Feet shuffled, clothes rustled, and a few more muffled words were spoken.
Then, the pace picked up. Feet marched up the staircase.
I knew the rhythm. It was the guy that my brain couldn’t stop thinking about.
The closer the footsteps got, the quieter they tried to be until they eventually stopped right before my door.
My phone, resting on top of the piano, lit up with a message.
Sebastian
Can I come in?
I jumped up, not even bothering to click on the notification. My hands found the knob, twisting it with ease, pulling the door open so slowly that nobody but me could’ve heard it.
His head turned toward the staircase one more time before stepping inside so quickly you’d think he was escaping a monster in the hallway. I closed the door, pressing my back right against it, as if that would keep the monster out.
Seb was still wearing his button-down shirt and the pants that highlighted his butt, thanks to their fitted waist despite their otherwise relaxed cut.
“They were so talkative tonight,” he whispered as he stepped in front of me and put his hands on my hips. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
My hands wandered to his lower back, pulling him in.
Our noses brushed as his lips hovered over mine, delaying the kiss we both longed for by a few more seconds.
Just as he leaned in, footsteps shuffled past the door, making me hold my breath.
He rested his forehead against mine and stayed still so we wouldn’t draw any attention.
The footsteps seemed to take forever, but after a minute, they finally continued upstairs.
“I didn’t expect us to be sneaking around again this time,” I whispered.
“It’s entirely your fault,” he said with a smirk.
“What? Why?”
“Because you’ve completely corrupted me.
” He reached for my wrist and brought my hand up to his chest. “I never wanted to make music again, but you got me to sing. I never wanted to set foot in Seastone again, yet here I am. Talking to you every evening has kept me up at night, making me fantasize about what I wanted to do with you.” He closed the gap between our chests, trapping my hand there.
“So please let me kiss you, because I can’t do anything else with you if I don’t get that out of my system. ”
Without giving me a chance to speak, he pressed his mouth to mine, took two steps back, and pulled me along with him.
“Sorry, not sorry for intruding on you like this,” he whispered, releasing my mouth but not the rest of me.
His hands wandered down my back. His left landed on my hip, and his right settled on my bulge, feeling the erection that I couldn’t have hidden from him even if I had wanted to. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
He smirked and squeezed into my bulge. His firm grip rippled through my body and made my legs weak. Kneading my dick through the sweats I had changed into, he got down on his knees.
Unable to wait another second, he pulled my pants down just enough for my dick to spring free. Wrapping his lips around it, he glanced up with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as if doing it here and now was exactly the thrill he had been looking for.
A moan tried to escape my mouth, but I choked it back. I brushed my hands through his hair instead, guiding his head down my cock.
He swirled his tongue around me while pressing his right thumb into my taint.
His movements were full of lust, as if tasting my cock were the only reason he had come here, and everything else just an excuse.
But that was probably far from the truth.
A guy with his looks and charm should have plenty of people chasing after him, and doing this with me didn’t come cheap.
No one would go through the trouble of flying here and taking the risk just for the thrill.
He truly wanted me. All of me. And for at least the next few days, I wasn’t going to question it.
My hands wrapped around his head, holding him in place as I took over. I pushed deep into his mouth until I reached his throat, drawing a lustful moan from him. I held his head steady while pulling my dick out entirely, only to plunge it right back in until it wouldn’t go any farther.
A mix of gag and moan escaped his lips as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and stroked it frantically as if he were only seconds away from bursting onto the floor.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling out again so he could speak.
“Cum on me,” he panted. His eyes were glued to my dick as he jerked himself off, clearly desperate for a release.
“Already?”
“Let’s pick up where we left off last time.” He licked his lips. “I want it so badly.”
His mouth moved to my balls, sucking them in, as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and stroked myself. Even though I could’ve kept going longer, I was pent-up enough to give him what he wanted.
For a minute, we competed to see who could stroke faster before he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue.
His eyes flicked between my face and my dick, unsure where to rest. I put my left hand on his cheek and guided his tongue to my balls.
Without needing any further explanation, he licked them.
This tipped me over the edge.
I panted and arched my back, trying to hold back my moans, pointing the tip of my cock right at him.
A rope of cum shot onto his face. Sebastian moaned quietly and, as another rope covered his eyes, he bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in excitement.
He pushed his nose into my balls and inhaled deeply, his hand hurrying to get himself over the edge.
Eager to help him get the needed release, I leaned down and hovered my face over his. His lips parted, likely expecting a kiss, but instead of giving him one, I stuck out my tongue and licked across his face, scooping up my cum with my tongue and swallowing it.
The salty taste of my own cum was something I had enjoyed before. I wasn’t sure if this would turn him on, but it was a risk I was willing to take with him.
“Oh my,” he whispered, trembling all over.
I licked his face until it was spotless, then finally pushed my tongue into his mouth, which made him pant heavily. He pulled his shirt up and—moaning right into my mouth—shot his load onto his stomach.
With every spurt, his chest twitched as if he were receiving electric shocks. Yet he kept his mouth on mine throughout his entire orgasm, retreating only a few seconds after he had calmed down.
He held his shirt up high so it wouldn’t land in the mess.
“This was… unexpected.” His eyes lingered on me as if he wanted to go for round two right away. “So fucking hot.”
I scanned the room for something he could use to clean up, and found the tissue box on my keyboard. I hopped over and held it out to him.
He stared at the tissues and then at his cum-soaked erection. “Are you sure you don’t want to use your tongue again?”
“By the end of the week, I might,” I teased.
His mouth dropped open. With a shake of his head, he pulled a couple of tissues out and wiped them over his stomach. “You seem so shy, and then you go and do stuff like that.”
“Surprise,” I replied with a chuckle. “Although I probably wouldn’t be this bold if I didn’t know you liked it.”
This had already become the best spring break of all time. And our week together hadn’t even officially begun.
I was still half asleep when Seb kissed me on the cheek and slipped into the room next to mine. He was supposed to spend the night there, but we couldn’t let go of each other, so he didn’t.
It was still dark when the soft click of the door made me blink my eyes open. What fully woke me up, though, was a notification on my phone that lit up the ceiling in a soft blue glow.
Sebastian
I would’ve loved to stay, but you know… just in case.
A picture accompanied his message. In it, he was lying in the bed I had prepared for him with the blanket only half-draped over his bare chest.
Guess we’re back to this already.
I responded with a picture of myself. The blanket was halfway over my face, revealing only my narrowed eyes and disheveled hair.
Only ten minutes later, it turned out to be a good thing that he had left, because the ceiling creaked, announcing that Laura and Dany had gotten up, too.
By the time the sun peeked over the mountains, the house already smelled like coffee. I went downstairs, wished Laura and Dany a good morning, then passed right by them and stepped outside to feed the chickens, as I always did.
When I came back, Seb had joined his parents at the fully set table, though none of them was eating. As it turned out, they had been waiting for me, and I couldn’t deny that this warmed my heart.
During breakfast, Seb talked so much about everything he had to study—listing classes, exams, and books he had to review—that, for a moment, I worried he might actually have to do all of it. He barely paused to take a breath, as if the more he said, the more convincing it would sound.
Once we were done eating, I cleared the table and did the dishes while Sebastian showered, and Laura and Dany finished packing their suitcases.
Before we knew it, the entire morning had passed, and we were all gathered in the foyer, ready to start our spring break.
“Well, I guess it’s time to leave,” Dany announced. He was wearing a brown leather jacket that looked like it might have trouble closing over his belly. “Would you help me with the suitcases?” He lifted the smaller of the two, then glanced at Sebastian and me.
I reached for the other one, wrapping my fingers around the handle, just as Laura walked in from the kitchen with a red purse hanging over her shoulder.
“Did you pack your allergy medicine, Dany?”
“Right after I took one this morning,” he replied, struggling with the front door.
Laura rushed past him and held it open. They smiled at each other before Dany squeezed outside. I followed straight behind him, nodding a quick thank-you to Laura.
The sun beamed down on us as we all walked toward the driveway. A gentle breeze stirred the trees in front of the house.
“Before I forget,” Dany said, huffing as he carried the suitcase down the porch steps. “Dorian will examine the cows on Wednesday. But if you notice anything unusual before then, give him or Noah a call.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and Jack and Nicholas are coming in on Tuesday to clean the gutters. We’ve also left the keys to my truck on the sideboard in the foyer for you guys.”
“Feel free to drive it as much as you want,” Laura chimed in, following us down the steps.
“Just drive safely,” Dany added, pointing at Sebastian. “And only when you’re done with your coursework.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Seb replied, waving it off.
Although we hadn’t planned any joyrides, it was nice to know we wouldn’t need to rely on anyone if we decided to go somewhere.
Not that we had to. Laura had stocked the fridge for us as if the whole family was coming over again while they were gone.
Besides, it probably wasn’t wise to be seen together by anyone in town, either.
We loaded the suitcases into Laura’s Ford Escape, said our goodbyes, and—after Laura hugged Sebastian for almost a minute—he and I waved after them as the tires crunched over the gravel road on their way down the hill.
We stood there until we could no longer hear the car. The spring wind brushed against my neck as I turned to look at the house. For an entire week, all three stories would belong to just the two of us.
Energy bubbled up inside me as if I had been given a second chance at life. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and threw my arm around Sebastian.
“I want at least one picture of the two of us,” I said in response to his curious look.
“Just one?” His arms slung around my hips, and he put on the biggest grin—one bigger than the ones in any of the pictures of him hanging on the walls inside.
We took a selfie with the house behind us.
“What first?” he asked when I put my phone down. “Music? Sex? Both at the same time?” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Either way, I’m excited.”