Chapter 15 #2
Funny how suddenly that question isn’t scary anymore, after everything we’ve just talked about.
I have an idea it’s the one on the left, since that’s where Elliot and Sebastian are and they’re the ones who are, apparently, going to be making me come tonight. My thighs clench together, eyeing the space between the guys that is most likely meant for me.
Sebastian pats the empty space between him and Elliot, then tosses the covers back—I’m glad to see he’s wearing pajama pants—and stands to allow me to slide in. When he resettles himself in the bed, I realize that even though it’s a big bed, we’ll definitely be touching all night.
Sebastian hands the TV remote to Lukas. “Why don’t you try to find something?” he suggests.
“This is impossible,” says Felix, and he sounds so annoyed that I have to assume he’s picking up the conversation they’d been having while I was in the bathroom. Wow, that feels like a million years ago now. “Even if we can find one of our shows, we’ll be watching episodes out of order.”
“Who even watches live television anymore?” asks Sebastian.
Lukas continues to flip through channels, not staying on any one for too long, and the whole time I’m just waiting, wondering when they’re going to decide that it’s time to touch me.
I’ve never been a fan of surprises. They just stress me out.
Would it be weird for me to just ask the guys to start touching me?
Or maybe I should touch them first? Are they trying to find a show because they want to watch something, or just to fill time?
They have a lot on their plate with the competition starting in the morning, so maybe they want to relax, but the schedule said we were going to hook up tonight, so I don’t know what to think.
“Let’s just watch this,” says Lukas, pausing his clicking on a show about how things are made.
“Is this the first one in a season at least?” asks Felix.
“They’re all individual standalones, you don’t have to have seen any of the other episodes for this one to make sense,” says Lukas, exasperated.
“It just feels better when we watch things in order, though,” grumbles Felix.
“Sometimes things are more interesting when they’re out of order,” I say.
“Is that true?” asks Felix, suspicion lacing his voice.
I shrug. “Honestly, I have no idea. I also prefer to do things in order,” I admit.
At least my addition to the conversation lightens the mood. They all chuckle, and Felix stops grumbling as we all turn our attention to the TV. Or, well, they all do. My attention is still very much on the touching that may or may not be happening soon.
Both Sebastian and Elliot slide down the headboard until their heads rest on the pillows.
I feel silly sitting up with them lying down on either side of me, so I do the same.
Sebastian pulls me in until I’m tucked into the crook of his arm, and I don’t know what to do with my own arms. I finally just tuck them in close to me, between our bodies, though I want to stretch out and hook one around his waist. But I’m not sure if I’m allowed to do that.
Once I’m settled in and stop moving, Elliot scootches closer and molds his front to my back, resting his own arm along the top of my thighs beneath the blankets.
The tips of his fingers hover and tease at the bottom hem of my sleep shorts, almost tickling my skin, but in a good way. A really good way.
My arms are falling asleep, wedged between my chest and Sebastian’s. I have to move, and if they’re touching me now, maybe I’m allowed to touch them back. Only one way to find out.
“May I touch you?”
Sebastian tilts his head to look at me. “Of course you can touch us,” he answers, sounding surprised.
It’s a relief to stretch my arm across Sebastian’s waist and feel the solid warmth of him beneath my hand. I begin to mimic Elliot’s subtle touches on my thigh with my own fingers on Sebastian’s side, exploring every inch of Sebastian’s stomach.
Every few minutes, Elliot inches farther underneath the bottom hem of my shorts, exposing ever more of my own bare skin to his exploration.
Every brush of his fingers has me closer to holding my breath.
At some point his fingers will brush the edge of my panties, and hopefully even farther, finding the spot where my desire is pooling between my thighs.
I have completely lost interest in the television and its explanation of how sweet corn is tinned due to the hard bulge pressing against my ass. Even as my body wants to wiggle against it, I hesitate. I want more, but I’m not sure how to ask for it.
I’ve been hoping one of them will show me how to take this further, but they’re both just letting me explore as much as I like, Elliot’s fingers touching me but not where I want them. I suppose I’ll have to take matters into my own hands. Quite literally.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly inch my hand down to the waistband of Sebastian’s sleep pants.
The fabric is soft as it brushes against the side of my pinkie.
I slide my hand across his skin again, until it bumps against something that is definitely not fabric.
I move my hand again, lifting the sheet a bit until I realize what it is that I’m touching, and my hand snaps back up to a spot above his belly button.
There, tucked into the waistband of his pants and visibly sticking out, is the head of Sebastian’s cock. I’ve just touched a bare cock for the first time in my life and it was only sort of on purpose.
Did Sebastian notice the way I jerked my hand away? I hope he isn’t offended. I was just surprised.
“You can touch that too, if you like,” says Sebastian, his voice gruff.
Okay, so he definitely noticed.
“We’ve touched you, and fair is fair,” he continues.
“Very true,” Felix agrees. Neither he nor Lukas are paying any attention to the show anymore either. They’re completely focused on the way I’m touching Sebastian.
“Go on, you can do it,” Elliot whispers in my ear as his own fingers hook around my thigh and squeeze, his hand very close to the quickly dampening gusset of my underwear.
Tentatively, I reach out and trace the shape of Sebastian’s erection through the fabric of his pants. With my head on his chest, I can feel the slow, steady breath he releases.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, sliding my hand away from the thick bulge in his pants. He’s so still, I can’t tell if he’s enjoying this or not.
“Don’t stop.” Sebastian’s free hand reaches down to bring mine back to his dick.
“I’m … not sure what to do.” It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s the truth, and this is what we’re here for, after all. For them to teach me.
“Let me show you,” says Sebastian, his hand guiding mine up and down his length, encouraging me to add a little pressure.
Each time he guides my hand down, Elliot presses his own hard length against my ass. It’s teasing and private, the way he syncs his movement with mine, but we’re in a room with two other people.
At least, it’s private until Elliot’s grip on my leg lifts it up to hook over Sebastian’s lap, giving himself better access to the space between my legs and drawing everyone’s attention to the fact that something is definitely happening beneath the covers.
Sebastian’s guiding hand on mine is much more forceful than I would have expected to feel good for him.
His fingers wrap around my hand, making my grip on his cock so tight that as his hips gently rock up against the pressure, his sleep pants tug down until the entire head of his cock is on display, shiny with a little bead of pre-cum.
The memory of our earlier conversation about blow jobs flashes across my mind, and I wonder what pre-cum tastes like. My tongue slips out to moisten my lips, and Sebastian must be reading my mind.
“You can lick it if you like.” There’s even more tension in his voice now than there was before. “No pressure though,” he adds quickly.
“Does it taste good?” I do kind of want to taste it, want to know its flavor. But if it doesn’t taste good, there’s no sense in my trying it.
Sebastian groans and Elliot chuckles in my ear, but Lukas and Felix are full-on laughing in the other bed, even as I watch them adjust their own hardening cocks under their covers.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tasted myself,” says Sebastian, gritting his teeth as my finger circles the head of his cock, just avoiding the drop of pre-cum. “But I know it would feel really good for me.”
“Why don’t you give it a try and then you can tell us?” suggests Elliot, kissing the back of my neck as his hips rock against my ass.
This is why I’m here. To try new things.
So I bite my lips and swipe my finger across the head of Sebastian’s cock, gathering up the liquid and bringing it to my lips.
The salty tang dances along my tongue. It’s not bad.
I wonder if it’s one of those things where the first taste is okay but the second isn’t as good, or if it just gets better the more I consume.
“How is it?” asks Lukas, turning onto his side on the other bed, completely focused on me, and the finger still stuck in my mouth.
“It’s … not bad.” Are you supposed to compliment a guy on the taste of his pre-cum? This is uncharted territory for me.
“Would you like more?” asks Sebastian, his eyes also focused on my lips.
“Because we have plenty,” whispers Elliot. “And it’s just for you.”
Just for me. The words send a deeper warmth flooding through my body. More than the excitement of his hard cock grinding against me and everyone watching the way I’m touching Sebastian, those three words give me the courage I need to nod.
“Then come take it.” Sebastian kicks the blankets down to the bottom of the bed as he helps position me between his legs. Then he leans forward and gently unhooks my glasses from behind my ears to fold them and set them on the nightstand.