Sebastian
SEBASTIAN
A ustin has the perfect life. A mom who’d do anything for him and loves him to death. A big, warm family invested in his dreams. Someone like Alyssa who wants to be with him.
And then there’s me.
If I’ve fooled Austin that I’m anything more than a spoilt rich kid whose own family don’t even like him very much, then I’m the world’s greatest actor.
I could ruin his life, but it’s not too late for him to get back with Alyssa. He told her he was bi, so what? If she’s right for him, she won’t care about that. I just want this weekend. Just a little longer with whatever this is.
When we get to Smokey’s, the bartender pours us a free beer and Lisa warns us with a smile that she’s keeping an eye on how much we drink. We take a table by the stage and Lisa talks to people she knows. She’s changed into a little black dress, her hair is down and she’s beautiful.
When she gets up on stage, she’s more than beautiful, she’s magnificent.
She opens with a song I don’t know before going into a rendition of my favorite from the playlists Austin’s been making me – Girl Crush. The way Lisa sings it… wow! I’m completely in awe. Can’t take my eyes off her. While she sings, she strums a big acoustic guitar, only making it more impressive.
The lyrics cut through me. I think about Austin hugging Alyssa and how much, in that moment, I wished I was her. The person he had his first experiences with. His first love. Someone who can give him things I can’t. The person all his family already adore and accept.
When Lisa finishes singing her second song, the bar erupts into cheers. There’s a few groups in a corner not paying attention and playing pool, or watching football on the muted TV and I want to march over there and tell them to have some respect, but Lisa doesn’t seem phased. She’s grinning as she leans closer to the mic and looks right at me.
“This one’s for an out-of-towner.”
As soon as she starts singing the first verse to Wrecking Ball, a few cheers and good-natured jeers come from behind the bar.
She laughs and stops singing before the chorus. “Seriously, this one’s for someone who only discovered The Mac less than 24-hours ago.”
There’s a reaction from some of the patrons as if she just said I’d never heard of Taylor Swift.
The song she starts singing next isn’t familiar, but it’s beautiful. I settle in and watch her, trying not to glance at Austin.
“I’ve been afraid of changing, ‘cos I’ve built my life around you,
but time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I’m getting older too.”
When I realize she’s looking at Austin… Fuck , imagine someone loving you that much.
We stay for a beer after Lisa’s set and she introduces me to everyone while they all gush over Austin - their big future hockey star.
We’re tired when we drive back to the house. Austin and I brush our teeth and fall into bed. He gives me a lazy kiss before falling asleep, snoring gently on the pillow beside me. I guess I’ve learnt that he snores when he has more than one beer.
The next morning, Lisa is in her red shirt and black skirt, ready for work at the diner. She asks us what our plans for the day are while she hurriedly sips her coffee.
“Seb wanted to go to the boardwalk right?” Austin says. “Hey you want pop tarts?”
“Sure.”
“I guess I won’t see you now, don’t you boys have to drive back to school before it gets too late?”
“Yeah, but I’ll be back for Christmas.”
Lisa gives Austin a tight hug and kisses his cheek, I’m not expecting her to kiss me too, but she does. Everything about that gesture is comforting. From the smell of her perfume, to the softness of her lips.
After she leaves, Austin puts some pop tarts onto plates and hands me one.
“Hey, why don’t we go to the diner?”
“What?”
“You don’t get to see your mom much, maybe she’d like it if we visited her at work.”
“You’ll be bored. And I thought you wanted to go the boardwalk?”
“Your mom said it’s a shithole.”
“It is. But you said you wanted to see the sights.” He grins. “I haven’t even shown you the toll booths yet, or those streets where you have to go all around the world to… oh or pork roll ham and cheese, or a Wawa hoagie, boardwalk pizza, wudder ice… and-”
Wudder? Is he trying to say water?
“Shut up.” I try to stop myself smiling, but it’s impossible. “I want to see where your ma works."
"Fuck you.” He grins at the ‘ma’ thing. “She would like me to say hi to the women she works with.”
“There you go, it’s settled.”
“Hey.” He pulls me in by the t-shirt when I stand up. His smell before he’s taken a shower drives me crazy. He brushes his lips against mine before moving to my neck.
“Wanna fool around before we leave?”
“Fuck yes.”
Austin turns the shower on while we’re brushing our teeth and we shed our clothes before hopping in.
In this very moment, I’m the only person he’s thinking about, and I want to keep it that way. I get down on my knees and swallow him down into my throat. He lets out a strangled noise and tightens his grip on my hair.
“ Fuck Seb, stop, you’re gonna make me come.”
He tugs my hair and I stand up. Our lips mashing clumsily as he grinds his hips against mine. He crouches down to kiss my chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples before getting on his knees and sucking the head of my cock into his mouth.
I throw my head back, water running down my neck.
Austin sucks me a little deeper, and when I look down, he’s wrapping his hand around his own cock and I almost lose it.
“Fuck Austin,” I plunge my hand into his hair and close my eyes, letting go.
I tell myself that maybe I should just enjoy having a future NHL star sucking my cock in a shower before he leaves me to marry a woman, but it’s impossible to just throw it off as something as cheap as that.
He pulls off and looks up at me. “How do I make you come?”
Fuck.
“Like last time.”
A second’s confusion flashes across his face before he understands and turns me around. I spread my legs, anticipating his tongue, his fingers. Fuck, I’d love it to be his cock, but I don’t want to get out of this shower to go and get a condom.
He spreads me open and traces a path from my balls to my crack. My legs are so weak, I have to hold onto the shower curtain rail to stay standing upright.
While he uses his tongue, he wraps his hand around and runs his thumb over the head of my cock, spreading pre-cum down my shaft.
“Fuck Austin.” My knees start to buckle. He steadies me with one hand while tightening his grip on my cock and pumping, hard and fast.
My knees buckle again and he stops.
“Don’t stop.”
“Let’s get out, I’ll finish this in the bedroom.”
I know it should be cold outside the shower, but I don’t feel it as he presses me into the mattress and kisses me before turning me over, his wet skin slapping against mine.
I rub my cock against the sheets while he buries his tongue in my ass.
Now we’re already out of the shower…
“Austin, stop.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s condoms and lube in my bag.”
I’m expecting him to hesitate. His eyes to get wide. But they look way too heavy for that. He just nods and hops off the bed.
“In the front zip part.”
I watch him tear into the condom wrapper with his teeth before sheathing up.
He looks up before getting back on the bed. “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never done it this way before.”
“You’ll be fine, just go slow at first.”
I hear him squeezing some lube out before sliding two fingers between my cheeks. He starts rubbing circles around my hole. I groan into the pillow and push my ass up. He plunges in, hooking his fingers and massaging my prostate, sending tingles of pleasure radiating through my body.
“ Fuck , I’m ready.”
He takes his fingers out and lines the head of his cock up before pressing. I melt as my body relaxes around him and lets him in.
Austin sucks a breath in and stops.
“You good?”
“Yeah.”
He pushes further, a quick stab of discomfort and I flinch. He stops.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, but he doesn’t believe me. He stops and slides his hand under me, stroking my cock without moving his hips.
“Fuck, Austin, you’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
“I’m ready now, more.”
“Sure?”
“Shut up and do it.”
He lets out a sighing laugh and slides deeper, the laugh dying on his lips as he bottoms out with a hiss.
“This okay?”
“Mm, I’m good now, you can move.”
“I don’t think I can.”
I laugh. “If you come too fast I won’t tell anyone.”
He presses his chest against my back and kisses my neck. “I know, I trust you.”
Fuck, why does he have to say things that make me all gooey?
He rolls his hips and my cock leaks.
“I’m gonna wreck your comforter.”
His voice is gravelly when he says, “wreck it.”
He’s careful at first, maybe a little too careful. It feels good, but he’s teasing me and I need him to let go and fuck me into the mattress.
Once he works up a rhythm and realizes he’s not hurting me, he starts to let go, fucking me, hard and fast, until we’re both grunting and incoherent.
I work my own cock so he can grip both hips and keep that perfect tempo, hitting that blissed-out spot inside again and again until I can’t even make single syllables make sense.
I think he knows, because he grips my hips tighter and growls, “come for me,” in my ear. I lose it. Letting go, really letting go, for the first time in forever. And it feels so fucking good.
Austin collapses on top of me, his cock pulsing inside before he pulls out.
When I flip over, he’s snapping the condom off and throwing it in a little trash can under his desk. His face flushed, looking exactly how I knew he’d look after sex, except better.
Our eyes meet and he gives me a shy smile.
“Was that okay?”
I grin. “What do you think?”
He looks down, grinning, and shakes his head.
“What were we supposed to be doing again?”
“I have no idea.”
After raiding his mom’s cupboards and eating three packets of crackers and two bags of chips standing at the counter in our underwear, we take another shower and go over to the diner to see Lisa.
I feel guilty, knowing what I just did with her son, guessing she’d disapprove, if only because she obviously loves Alyssa and sees him marrying her one day and having kids.
Austin doesn’t look guilty at all. He beams while the waitresses shower him with hugs and kisses and tell him how tall and handsome he is and how much they’ve missed him. How proud they are of him. Wow, he even has waitresses giving him more support than my parents give me.
“Who’s this tall glass of water?” A woman with a nametag reading ‘Patti,’ asks.
“This is Seb,” Austin says, smiling when he looks at me.
“Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you.”
The women squeal and Patti puts a hand to her chest. “Well, I’m charmed.”
I kiss her hand, playing along, and the women squeal even louder.
“ Enchanté .”
Austin rolls his eyes. “Ignore him.”
“You boys take the best table in the house,” Lisa says. “I’ll bring you some pancakes with extra syrup.”
A middle-aged man with a bad combover and a belly protruding above his trousers brings the plates over and tells us it’s on the house. I guess this guy is Lisa’s boss.
“For our future NHL star,” he winks before disappearing into the back again.
Austin’s face drops as the guy leaves.
“No pressure,” I say.
That elicits a little smile.
While we eat our pancakes, we keep looking up and grinning at each other and fuck , I wish this could last. That there could be a universe where I could grab his hand across the table and he’d actually want me to. Where his mom would love me and root for us to be together.
When we’re leaving, Lisa hugs me and tells me not to be a stranger.
“I won’t. Thank you for your hospitality.”
The waitresses giggle behind her.
“You’re welcome Mr. Charming.”