TYLER
Chapter Ten
“Sebastian?” I whispered. I didn’t know how late it was. We had spooned for so long that I might have drifted off to sleep a few times. I woke up with my heart beating fast and a sense of disbelief and happiness was soaring through me like a delicious cocktail. “Are you sleeping?”
We had turned the lights off long before, but I had the image of his naked body etched into my memory. My imagination supplied it throughout the night.
“Yeah,” he said, his tone carrying the smile that was on his lips.
We had turned recently and Sebastian was the big spoon. It was a strange and wonderful feeling, his hard muscles pressing against my back, his dick nestling softly against my butt. I wondered if it would feel this good when he was hard and doing things to me that I had never thought of before.
“You can’t sleep?” he asked, shifting to lie on his back.
I sat up. Dawn was beginning to light up the world outside our windows. Turning and pulling himself up, Sebastian sat across from me. He leaned against the window bench and I rested against the bed’s headboard. “Last night was incredible,” I said right away.
“I feel the same way,” Sebastian said, his voice deep and soft after sleeping.
It was weird to make this report to the person I had been intimate with. Except, it was absolutely normal to talk about these private things to Sebastian. It was just that the two were now one. He was both the friend I confided in and the experience which I wanted to talk about.
“I just want to put it out there,” I said, not sure what he was thinking. These were the rare moments where I couldn’t predict his feelings. It was too new and different from anything we had lived through. “I want to swap roles, too.”
Sebastian let out a soft chuckle. “Good to know.”
“We should be able to talk about this,” I said casually. Oddly enough, I had never had such conversations with girls I had dated. It either worked or it didn’t; I’d never done a performance review. “We never had taboos, right?”
“Sure,” Sebastian said, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Sorry.”
I snort-chuckled and poked his ribcage with my toe. “Am I boring you?”
“I said sorry,” he mock-argued, grabbing my foot before I could pull it away and tickling me mad. “Please, Tyler, forgive the yawn. It’ll never happen again.”
“Alright, alright,” I said as I laughed. He released me at last, but it took me a moment to sort out my thoughts. “I just wanted to say you should be able to tell me if your feelings change about this whole thing.”
He cocked his head. “Where’s this coming from?”
I shrugged, my gaze searching his face and torso.
He was so ridiculously handsome with his perfect body and his dark skin.
“I don’t know how any of this works,” I admitted.
“You’ve been my family since I was born.
Well, as close to family as two non-related people can be.
And out of nowhere, I can’t get it out of my head that I want something more.
We…” I hesitated, struggling to find the right words.
“We don’t know if it’ll just go back the way it came. ”
Sebastian didn’t laugh at me. He considered my words carefully, then looked into my eyes. “I don’t think it works that way.”
“I hope so,” I said quietly. “I mean, last night was everything and more. It felt so fucking good to be with you. I want you to know that.” And after a short time, I added, “But I don’t want that tying you down. If you change your mind, you just have to talk to me.”
He eyed me intently and waited. Then, after some time, he shifted and kneeled in front of me, crawling up the bed’s length until his face was near mine. “I won’t change my mind, Ty. Last night was the best I ever felt. It felt right. Who else if not us, huh?”
I hadn’t realized that there was a fear driving my thoughts until I heard this. As easy as that, he banished the fear from my heart and pressed his lips against mine. His kisses dragged from my mouth to my cheek and down my neck. It made my toes curl and it set fire to my crotch.
Before my mind disintegrated with lust, I grabbed Sebastian’s head and pushed him away enough to see his eyes. “I don’t want this to end,” I told him. “And I don’t want anyone to meddle.”
Sebastian smirked. “If you’re asking to be exclusive, you really don’t have to, Ty. You, of all people, know that I’m a serial monogamist.”
“Boyfriend?” I suggested, only a little nervous to float that word out there. Realizing it might seem like a rush, I added, “No one needs to know. I’m okay with this being our secret.”
Sebastian seemed relieved. Something like gratitude passed over his face. “For now,” he said.
There were things I wasn’t thinking further about.
They, however, piled up in the back of my mind.
What would Dad say? He was unpredictable and often not himself, feeling everything so strongly and reacting dramatically in the most unpredictable situations.
Then, there was the stone-cold fact that his parents would never accept it.
I wasn’t going to be the reason Sebastian and his family parted on terrible terms. Well, at least I wasn’t going to make it happen before it had to.
I kissed him then. I kissed him so passionately that it almost wasn’t a surprise to remember that he was a guy.
My heart still stumbled as my hands searched his body.
His pecs were so firm and defined, his abs chiseled like nothing I’d ever touched before, and his dick was swelling as I wrapped my hand around it.
My lips found his ear and I gave him a little playful bite.
“Fuck, Tyler,” Sebastian purred. “You’re killing me.”
“Try and stop me,” I dared him, stroking his thickening length.
Sebastian didn’t stop me. He didn’t even try.
Instead, he pushed forward with his upper body while grabbing my hips.
His arms yanked me down the length of the bed and I found myself lying flat on my back with his torso towering over me.
In less than a heartbeat, Sebastian was on top of me, his weight pushing the air out of my lungs, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
The sensation was particularly odd after a lifetime of dating girls.
These broad shoulders and strong upper back were not something I was used to feeling.
Fleetingly, I wondered if this novelty would wear off. If it ever did, I just wanted to keep loving this feeling. It didn’t have to be a wave of surprises every time.
But Sebastian peppered me with kisses that made me forget what I had been thinking about.
It turned me on that he pushed everything else away in order to kiss me.
His lips descended along my torso until he found my nipple.
He sucked it hard, making my toes curl, and my fingers dig into the hard flesh of his upper back.
As I dragged my hands around, I found his bulging biceps.
He was doing a fantastic job of making me desperate for release.
My dick was hard as hell and my lungs worked hard as I hyperventilated.
All my muscles trembled with the tension that tightened them.
I ran my fingers through his rich, dark curls and pulled his head away from my overstimulated nipple when he bit it.
“I’m really fucking gay for you,” Sebastian whispered, wrapping his hand around my dick. “This…fuck, it’s making me crazy.”
I said nothing. Words would have a hard time showing him I felt the same way.
Instead, I shuffled around until we lay in opposite directions.
Sebastian, picking up on what I was doing, let me experiment.
We each lay on our sides, facing each other’s hard cocks, and a nervousness coursed through me.
I wondered if Sebastian had felt this way last night.
I wondered if he’d feared disliking the act when it came down to it.
The truth was, I desperately wanted to love sucking his dick.
So much so that fear locked my limbs and I didn’t know how to proceed.
But Sebastian knew. He was so gentle and sure of himself as he stroked me slowly, his warm mouth closing around the tip.
I shuddered hard at the sensation of his warm, wet tongue pressing against the head of my cock. It felt so fucking fantastic that I wanted my best friend to experience it, too. Almost without thinking, I opened my mouth and closed my lips around his dick.
The sweet scent of his musk and bodywash mixed in my nostrils, traces of sweat from before still lingered and turned me on like mad. My heart pounded against my ribcage as my brain realized I was sucking a dick, but my mouth wasn’t too confused about what it had to do.
Even though my tongue was surprised and my mouth was not used to being filled like this, my body accepted him inside.
It made me wonder if my body would welcome him elsewhere.
Or would we go the other way around? These things swirled through my head as I held him still in my mouth, my fist working his impressive length until my head understood the rhythm.
Even when I learned how to move my head in a way that got Sebastian to moan, I couldn’t take him very deep.
My throat closed by instinct every time I tried to dip lower with my mouth, sucking him in.
He was good, though. His lips were sealed around my shaft and his tongue pressed against the tip in such a way that every move of his head felt like a massage.
My cock rubbed against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, pushing deeper inside his head and reaching as far as the back of his throat.
Invigorated, I wanted him to feel what I was feeling.
I wanted him to know how incredible it was.
My throat relaxed as I reminded myself that there was nothing strange in my mouth.
I wanted this. My body yearned for it. So I pushed myself down on him, rolling us over so that Sebastian lay on his back and I was on top, my hips thrusting and my dick impaling his head.
My mouth opened wider and a choking sound broke from my throat as I took him deeper in.
This strangling sensation fanned a wildfire in my chest as I devoured him.
My fist held the base of his cock firmly and my other hand found his balls.
It was devastatingly sexy to me when I cupped his balls and made a whimper tear from his nose.
He choked on me, gargling once before I pulled my dick out of his throat and let him breathe.
His chest rose high, touching my abdomen, before I lowered my dick back into his mouth and throat.
I sucked him with more confidence as I fucked his mouth.
Anatomically, it wasn’t all too different from what I’d done countless times before.
But it was more complicated in a sense. I had to be careful with my lips and teeth.
On the other hand, I knew what things felt good, so I knew he would love them.
And when I needed to catch a breath, I stroked his dick and pulled my head away, extending my tongue so that my tip played with the slit of his cock, picking up traces of his precum.
Sebastian tapped my hips lightly and I pulled my dick out.
He lifted his head and buried his face in my groin, my balls pressing against his face, and he spoke over my tender, sensitive skin.
“Come in my mouth, Ty.” His voice was hoarse.
“Feed me, Tyler. I want it. Please.” He fumbled around and found my dick, pulling it down and letting it slide back into his mouth.
Even if he hadn’t spoken so dirty to me, I was on the edge, holding back.
Tasting him all over my tongue and feeling him so hard in my mouth was too hot to resist. Now, when he pleaded in such a sexy way, I let go of my control.
I rammed myself down his throat and stroked him hard and fast, sealing my lips around the tip of his cock.
I knew the tension that I was feeling in my working hand. My fingers remembered from stroking myself what it felt like when a dick was about to blow. And I knew he was ready to spill his cum, his body shaking and shuddering.
As I thrust my hips down on him, I stroked him just a little quicker, and our cocks throbbed a few seconds apart from one another.
Sebastian got there first, thrusting his hips high up, lifting his sexy ass off the bed, and shooting his hot cum into my mouth.
I never pulled back. Instead, I found the same appetite in myself that Sebastian had shown with his request. I was starving for everything he would give and I let his cum fill my mouth in short, powerful squirts.
While he thrashed up and off the bed, pushing himself through my fist and into my mouth, I held my breath and let myself spill into his throat. My dick throbbed painfully, pressing against his tongue with each pulse, and cum flowed into his mouth.
Finally, when Sebastian was still, I pulled my head back and panted, swallowing his unique flavor. I was guilty of tasting myself in the past when curiosity had won over common sense and it hadn’t been as delicious as Sebastian’s cum.
I rolled off of him as he gasped for air, my face pressing against his upper leg. Sweat covered it and the hair on his leg was soft against my smooth cheek. “Fuck, you’re tasty,” I murmured.
He chuckled softly, panting still, and ran a hand down my leg. “I’m getting addicted to you, Ty.”
“I’ll enable this addiction all you like,” I huffed.
When I regained enough control over my limbs, I turned around to be face-to-face with him.
I hesitated as I moved toward him, but Sebastian seemed to know what I wanted.
Messy and stained, we pressed our mouths against each other, and the sheer dirtiness of it was liberating.
I could never be this naked with anyone except him.
I could never be this free of worry that something might be weird or too kinky or unattractive.
He wanted the same things. His tongue explored my mouth and I tasted us both in these kisses.
And when we were tired of making out, we slept for a time. Even in this state, when my eyes opened every now and then and my heart trembled with excitement, I woke up rested and content.
When I faced the new day, I looked out the window with such strong optimism that I wondered if I had been unhappy all these years before. How had I not realized that what truly made my life worth living had been next to me all along?