Chapter 17 The Song of a Headache #2
His breathing increased. Despite the earplugs, I could still hear him stifling his cries. The harder I licked, the less control he had over his voice.
“Fuck…” he whispered.
I peeked past his ass and found his eyes closed. He bit his lip.
“…me.”
His plea made my dick twitch. There was only one unlocked door between my friends and us, but I was riled up enough not to worry about it.
“Fuck me, please,” he said again, glancing at the door, as if he could read my mind. “They’re all gay. They won’t care.”
I strained my ears. It sounded like they were all still in the hot tub. As horny as we were, we’d only need a few minutes anyway.
So, I freed my dick—the trunks still covering my ass—and pressed it against his hole.
Still wet from the hot tub, it slipped in easily.
I paused with just my tip inside, giving him a moment to breathe.
Even though my friends probably wouldn’t mind, I still didn’t want to make it too obvious what we were doing by forcing one of Sebastian’s moans out too loudly.
As his hole loosened, I slowly pushed in until I was fully inside him.
From then on, everything was a blur. I moved in and out of him, letting my dick take over and set the rhythm. All I could hear was the melody of his breaths, his heartbeat, and his stifled moans. Everything else faded away. My breathing grew more and more labored as I filled him the way he liked.
The sounds of our bodies blended together, forming something even more in sync than the music we had made over the last few days.
I was pulled out of my trance only when the door slammed into its frame behind us. I stopped moving. Our heads both snapped toward it. Whoever had caught us was already gone.
“Shit,” I said, more out of reflex than anything else. “Do you think they saw us?”
“Even if they did, it’s too late now anyway.
We might as well finish.” Sebastian chuckled and reached his right arm across, twisting his body to grab my wrist. “This is hilarious.” He pulled his ass away so that my dick slipped out and turned around to kiss me.
“Looks like we don’t need to hold back anymore.
” He pushed me onto the bench and made me sit down.
His cock was now at the perfect height for sucking, but as I leaned forward, he pushed me back onto the slats.
He climbed on top of me, aiming his hole at my cock. “Let me take care of that.”
Holding my dick up, he guided it back inside him.
My mouth fell open as he engulfed me again, and he took the chance to bury his tongue deep in my mouth.
His back rounded as he moved his hips and kissed me.
He moaned louder than before—enough for me to hear, though still not going all out like he did when we were alone.
His hips bobbed up and down, eager to bring me to the finish line.
With each thrust, his dick slapped against my stomach. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked him.
Sebastian’s breathing quickened, and his moans grew bolder until, without warning, the warmth of his orgasm spilled all over my stomach.
He pulled his tongue out of my mouth but made sure his lips ended up right beside my ear so the quiet moans he couldn’t hold back ended up right where I wanted them.
This was too much for me. I grasped his hips to keep him in place as I erupted inside him. We slowed down, but he still kept going, drawing out another wave of pleasure with each thrust.
When we finally stopped moving, our song quieted down, but it didn’t end. Sebastian was still breathing, my heart was still beating, and our skin still moved together like waves folding into each other along the shore.
“I like you, Alex,” he said, sending a tingle through my whole body. “You’re so much more than I could ever put into words.”
I looked at him, unable to speak.
We had reached a place I never thought I would ever get to with anyone, especially not in Seastone.
Sure, this wasn’t anything close to what Jason and Nicholas or Jack and Noah had. They weren’t tied to different cities. They could share their whole lives and enjoy every day together. They had already made it.
Sebastian would soon have to leave. We would have to go back to talking on the phone again and focusing more on our project than on enjoying the present moment.
But that was okay. After this week, things wouldn’t be the same.
Even if I didn’t know what the future would bring, we would find a way to make it work somehow.
“I think,” I said, “I’m in love with you.”
My heart raced. Each second after I said those words so confidently stretched like an hour.
…one… two—
A hushed smile spread across his face. He leaned closer and hovered his mouth in front of mine, dragging it out even longer as his eyes took me in—glancing at my nose, cheeks, and chin—before finally, after an eternity, he kissed me.
His lips moved with such intensity that what we had just finished almost seemed dull in comparison.
I leaned into it, matching his intensity to show how serious I was about what I had said.
Despite lasting through five of Nicholas’s laughs in the spa, the kiss ended far too quickly.
Sebastian sat up, grinning, his hands holding on to me. “We should do this again.”
It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but then again… his kiss made it more than clear that while he might not be ready to say it, his feelings were similar.
I forced myself not to overthink it.
We quickly showered in the changing room to wash off anything we shouldn’t bring back into the hot tub.
He pulled me right under the stream with him, his fingers running over my body—not in a sexual way, but to help me rinse everything off.
He kissed me again under the water, wrapping his arms around me as if we could melt into each other if we just tried hard enough.
A minute later, we slipped back into our swimming trunks and headed for the door.
“I’ll handle it if they make snarky comments. You can just sit back and be my boyfriend, okay?” He took my hand, lacing our fingers together, and pushed the door open, leading me back to the hot tub.
The four pairs of eyes took us in right away. Their conversation ended abruptly as they all tried not to smirk too obviously. Only the sound of the jets bubbling through the water filled the room.
“Sorry it took us so long,“ Sebastian said, stepping into the hot tub, still not letting go of my hand.
I followed his lead and sat down next to him.
“So, who peeked at us?” he asked bluntly.
My face flushed, but I wasn’t the only one. Jack turned red like a tomato, and it didn’t help that the other three were all staring at him.
“In my defense, you could’ve used one of the trillion rooms in this building,” he said, holding his breath—before we all burst into laughter.
“You should’ve seen his reaction when he closed the door,” Jason said. “As if he had never seen a naked man before.”
“Come on, it’s not like I run into others having sex every day. This was a first, even for me,” Jack defended himself.
“Didn’t you see them kissing at the airport?” Jason asked.
“Kissing is not the same as—”
“Actually, you should be quiet,” Jason interrupted him. “We know what you two did in our movie theater last year.” He pointed at Jack and Noah.
Noah’s mouth fell open wide. “You know?” He looked at Jack. “Did you know they knew?”
Jack’s face turned even redder. “Yeah. Jason couldn’t stop teasing me about it for weeks.” He yanked his hand up and aimed his index finger at Nicholas and Jason as if it were a sword. “But you’re one to talk. You did it too while we were at it.”
“This is my house. I can do it here whenever I want.”
“My Love,” Nicholas chimed in. “You know as well as I do that we aren’t innocent either.”
“What do you mean?” Jack asked.
Jason turned red, too.
Jack’s head snapped forward. “What does that mean?”
“Come on, tell them,” Nicholas said, nudging his husband’s shoulder.
“You tell them,” Jason shot back.
“Well,” Nicholas said, clearing his throat. “Remember last year at the bonfire when I lost my car keys, and you gave us yours so we could pick up the spare? Well, we also got a little… excited… in your backseat…”
“I fucking knew it,” Jack laughed, turning to Noah. “I told you, the car smelled like sex.”
“You did. I remember. But I don’t think it matters. We’re all just men here, enjoying time with our partners.”
Sebastian leaned toward me, never taking his eyes off the others. “This is so much fun.” His head bumped against mine. Instead of moving away, he let it rest and took in the heated conversation.
The noise began to build, scratching at the back of my head, when a soft melody mixed in and slowly took over. It was almost imperceptible, but I could hear it, even with the earplugs.
What Seb hummed wasn’t anything we had worked on, nor did I recognize it as one of his favorite songs. It sounded more like he was improvising, going with whatever came to mind.
My entire focus shifted to Sebastian. His voice carried me to a place of bliss where the noise faded into the background.
But this was more.
The song he hummed made all the hairs on my body stand on end. He probably didn’t even realize what he was doing. This melody was going to be our next song—the hit we had been trying to write for the past few days.