|| Chapter Twenty-Two || Sebastian – “Stay tonight?” #2
Marcos groaned at the words, and Sebastian’s chest pulled at the sound.
The heat had settled around the apartment now, which Sebastian was sure Marcos appreciated. He ran his hand up Marcos’ leg, starting from his ankle and ending just above his knee. Marcos shivered at the touch.
Sebastian smirked, taking his hoodie off and dropping his sweatpants to the floor. He picked them up and put them next to Marcos’ clothes before looking down at himself.
His red briefs sat tightly around his thighs, his bulge straining against the fabric. He didn’t take them off, and as his eyes landed on the white socks, he decided to keep them on, too.
“What are you doing?” Marcos said quietly, and Sebastian placed his hand on Marcos’ back.
“Just getting comfortable.”
Marcos hummed, sending a vibration through Sebastian’s palm.
Sebastian poured oil into his hand and rubbed it between his palms, warming it before he touched Marcos properly.
He started at Marcos’ shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the hard muscle there, working slowly until he felt some of the tension give beneath his hands.
Marcos stayed quiet at first, but his breathing shifted almost straight away, each exhale coming a little deeper as Sebastian’s palms moved over him.
His back was warm and broad under Sebastian’s hands, muscle shifting beneath skin as Sebastian worked from shoulder to shoulder, then down beside his spine.
He kept the pressure firm, dragging his thumbs through the tight places, then smoothing his palms over them after.
Marcos’ fingers curled near his head when Sebastian found a knot under his shoulder blade, and the sound he made was low enough that Sebastian felt it before he properly heard it.
Sebastian took his time.
He worked down Marcos’ arms next, from shoulder to elbow, then wrist, then over the heel of each palm. Marcos’ hands were loose on the table by the time Sebastian finished with them, his fingers twitching only when Sebastian pressed into the base of his thumb.
From there, he returned to Marcos’ back.
Slower this time, now that Marcos had started sinking into it.
Sebastian’s hands moved down toward his lower back, stopping just before the towel.
Marcos’ hips shifted when Sebastian’s fingers brushed the edge of it, and Sebastian let his thumbs circle there briefly before pulling away again.
He went to Marcos’ feet after that.
The first touch made Marcos jerk slightly, but he settled as Sebastian held his ankle and pressed his thumbs into the sole of his foot.
Sebastian worked through the arch, then the heel, then up into the calf.
Marcos’ legs were tight from the game, the muscles hard under Sebastian’s palms. He worked one side and then the other, pressing into the backs of Marcos’ calves, smoothing over the skin after each firmer stroke.
By the time Sebastian moved back up to Marcos’ knees, his own cock was harder than he wanted to admit.
Marcos wasn’t helping. Every time Sebastian pressed into a tight muscle, Marcos gave some small reaction. A rough breath. A shift of his hips. A low sound swallowed too quickly.
“I’m gonna take the towel away,” Sebastian murmured.
“Okay,” Marcos said.
Sebastian dragged the towel away from Marcos’ ass and placed it on the coffee table, then he stepped to the left of the massage table, his hands resting on the back of Marcos’ left knee.
For a moment, he didn’t move.
Marcos’ ass was round and muscular, the shape of it catching the warm light from the living room.
His legs were spread slightly, not enough to be deliberate, but enough to make room for his balls and cock to lie heavily between them.
He was already hard. The length of him pressed against the table, trapped between his body and the padded surface, the head leaking enough to leave a wet mark beneath him.
Sebastian’s cock twitched. He sucked in a quick breath before his hands started moving again.
He began at the back of Marcos’ knee, using both palms to work slowly up his hamstring.
The muscle jumped under the first pass, then loosened as he repeated the motion.
He kept the motion controlled, sliding up, pressing in, then smoothing back down.
Each time he reached the top of Marcos’ thigh, his fingers came closer to the lower curve of his ass.
The first few passes, he barely touched it.
Just the edge of his palm brushing over the crease where thigh met cheek. Enough for Marcos’ breathing to catch. Enough for Sebastian to know he had noticed.
Then Sebastian let his hand move higher.
His palm slid over one cheek, oil making the motion smooth as he pressed into the firm muscle and dragged his thumb inward before easing away.
Marcos’ back lifted with a breath, then settled again.
Sebastian did the other side, matching the same pressure, watching the way Marcos’ fingers curled against the table.
He liked seeing Marcos like this. Face down. Body heavy. Trying to stay relaxed while Sebastian’s hands moved wherever they wanted. The towel gone. His cock hard beneath him. His ass warm and slick under Sebastian’s palms.
Sebastian worked both hands over him now, kneading slowly, thumbs pressing into the muscle before spreading him slightly and letting go. Not enough to make it too obvious at first. Just enough that Marcos’ hips pressed into the table and his cock dragged against the padding beneath him.
A wet line marked the table when he shifted.
Sebastian stared at it for half a second before his hands moved again.
He dragged one palm down the back of Marcos’ thigh and the other over his ass, then switched sides.
Down and up. Thigh to ass, ass to thigh.
His fingers spread wider with each pass, sliding over the curve of Marcos’ cheeks, then lower, following the crease inward before retreating.
Marcos’ breathing roughened, and Sebastian followed the sound.
He let his hand slide down between Marcos’ thighs.
His knuckles brushed the side of Marcos’ cock, and Marcos’ hips jerked.
Sebastian paused only long enough to feel the reaction, then kept going, dragging his hand down toward the knee as though it had been part of the massage.
On the next pass, he did it again. His knuckles scraped along the shaft before his palm turned, pressing against the underside of Marcos’ cock and pushing it lightly against the table.
Marcos groaned.
He moved his hand back down, then up again, letting his palm cup Marcos through the motion.
The oil from his fingers slicked along the side of Marcos’ cock, and when Sebastian reached higher, his other hand slid over Marcos’ balls, lifting them slightly before letting them settle back between his thighs.
Marcos’ ass tightened under Sebastian’s palm.