“Thanks, I appreciate it,” he said, then lifted his hand and rapped on the door.
It only took a few moments for the door to open, and Bash stood in the doorway, attired in a pair of sweatpants that rode low on his hips, and nothing else. His hair was damp and his skin was flushed, and Sean thought it likely he’d not been out of the shower for long.
“Looks like you found me,” Bash said, then glanced at Jamie and smiled. “Thanks for bringing him, J.”
Jamie grinned and winked. “Sure, Bash. See you later.” He nodded to Sean, then headed off back in the direction from which they’d come.
“He’s a good kid,” Bash said, stepping back and gesturing for Sean to enter. “Took a hit to the head in training a few weeks ago, so he’s on convalescent duty until he’s cleared to go back.”
Sean stepped inside Bash’s room, glancing around in curiosity as Bash closed the door. The room was similar to the one Sean had been given, although there were bookcases along the wall and the desk contained yet more books and a few piles of neatly stacked papers. There were also photographs hanging on the wall, the largest of which was a blond-haired woman who was staring off to one side of the frame, her face lifted and a smile on her face. She was dressed in a tracksuit, and Sean knew her smile came from the glittering golden medal hanging around her neck. It had to be Bash’s mother, and Sean wondered whatherreasons were for concealing the identity of Bash’s father.
An arm encircled Sean’s waist, and he felt himself pulled back against Bash’s body. “Have you changed your mind?” Bash’s voice was soft, his lips close to Sean’s ear. “Or can I do what I’ve been thinking about doing for the last two days?”
All thoughts of Bash’s parentage were driven from Sean’s mind by the question, and he drew in a breath, his body tightening with need. “You can do whatever you like,” he said, his voice husky. “I want you to.”
Bash chuckled, then pressed his lips against the side of Sean’s neck as his hands slid under Sean’s sweater and undershirt, warm against the skin of his stomach. Unsurprisingly, Bash’s hands were calloused and rough, but Sean found he liked it as Bash caressed him.
Apparently not in any hurry, Bash took his time, nibbling his way down Sean’s neck to the edge of the sweater, his hands moving higher beneath Sean’s clothing. Then Sean gasped as Bash circled his nipples, teasing them into taut peaks as a jolt of pleasure ran down Sean’s spine.
“You like that, huh?” Bash’s voice held lazy amusement, but Sean could feel how Bash’s cock was pressing against him, hard even through the layers separating them.
“Yessss…” Sean let his head fall back against Bash’s shoulder. It had been so long since he’d been touched, and the thought that he might have been watched while imprisoned had inhibited him from pleasuring himself. He’d wanted Bash from the moment he’d laid eyes on him, and the anticipation of knowing he could finally have him was a heady feeling.
Bash continued to stroke him, exploring his ribs and the flat expanse of his stomach, and Sean felt like purring at the attention. But soon he wanted even more, and he lifted his hand up and over his shoulder so he could bury his fingers in the thick mass of Bash’s hair.
“More,” he murmured, turning his head toward Bash and nipping at the corner of Bash’s lips. “I want more.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Bash teased.
“Yes.”
Sean tugged Bash’s hair to reinforce the word. Then he drew in a startled breath as Bash growled and spun him around, and he pushed Sean back against the door. There was a fierce gleam in Bash’s eyes, the gray darkening like a stormy sky.
“I’ll play rough if you want,” Bash growled, and the sexy sound stole Sean’s breath. Then Bash’s mouth claimed his, and Sean moaned, wrapping his arms around Bash’s shoulders and surrendering to the kiss.
Bash immediately took control, sweeping his tongue into Sean’s mouth, his hard body pressing Sean against the door. Sean let himself become absorbed in the delight of Bash’s mastery, and he kissed Bash back eagerly.
On and on it went until Bash pulled back, staring at Sean like a starving man presented with a feast. “Still want more?” he asked, his voice ragged.
“Yes!”
The answer spurred Bash into action. He stepped back, but before Sean could protest, Bash grasped the hem of the pullover and stripped it off over Sean’s head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The undershirt followed, and Sean assisted, stepping out of his loafers. Bash grabbed his hand, pulling Sean into the bedroom.
Bash stopped next to the bed. “I want to see all of your gorgeous body,” he said, his fingers working at the fastenings of Sean’s trousers. Bash slipped his thumbs into the waistband, stripping both trousers and underpants down until they puddled at Sean’s feet.
Sean wasn’t self-conscious about his body, but the gleam of hungry desire on Bash’s face was gratifying. Then Bash stepped closer, cupping Sean’s erection with one hand and capturing his lips in a hard kiss.
The feel of Bash’s warm hand on his cock made Sean groan, his knees going weak as he clung to Bash’s shoulders to keep himself upright. Then the world shifted as Bash pressed him back, and they tumbled onto the bed without breaking the kiss.
Bash pressed Sean down into the mattress, and Sean wrapped his legs around Bash’s hips, arching up wantonly, seeking friction to ease the ache of need that was rapidly building within him. With a nip of Sean’s lower lip, Bash raised his head, then rocked his hips teasingly.
“God, you feel so good.” Bash’s voice was deep and rough. “I want you.”
“Then have me,” Sean replied, matching the slow roll of Bash’s hips.
Bash said nothing, but he lifted away from Sean, stripping off his sweatpants with a graceful economy of movement. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, Bash wore nothing beneath the soft gray fabric, and he tossed them aside before reaching toward the nightstand and opening the drawer.
Sean watched avidly as Bash’s thick, hard cock was bared to his gaze, and the sight inflamed him even further. He curled one hand around it and stroked Bash slowly as Bash opened a bottle of lube and coated his fingers.
