“The fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, dropping the towel to his feet. He blinked down, watching the way his cock swelled the longer he stood there. The synapses in his brain had to be misfiring. It was one thing for him to get hard thinking about being told what to do. He already struggled to come to terms with that, another to be told what to do by a man. But to get hard from this? From anticipating the repercussions of his actions?
It was as though the world had opened a door in front of him that had every single sexual pleasure known to man before him and he was experiencing all of them at once. It was too much and not enough, and he knew it should have been complicated—that it was—but it was also so easy. Thinking about Remington waseasy, even if he knew in his chest he’d never really be good enough for the other man. Even if he knew it wouldn’t last.
Before he could think harder, he took the picture, sent it to Remington, and dialed the phone. Remington answered on the second ring.
“I don’t have your picture yet, but good morning,” he greeted.
“I came in the shower,” Sebastian blurted.
“You what?”
“I came in the shower. Not on purpose.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared down at his feet. The wet ends of his hair dripped against his thighs.
“On accident?” Remington asked.
“It’s just you,” he said.
“Have you stopped and thought about it yet?”
“About what?”
“That you get hard for a man,” Remington answered.
“I get hard for you,” he said quickly. “The things you say to me. The way you say them.”
“Anyone could say these things.”
“It wouldn’t be the same,” Sebastian said.
“Hmn.” Remington exhaled a gentle sound into the phone. “I think you need to spend some time with that.”
“I want to spend some time with you.”
“You have. All morning.”
Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, the wet drops splattering against this spine as they raced toward the sheets.
“Oh, here’s your picture,” Remington said. “Is this from before the shower or after?”
“After.”
“So, you got hard after you came?”
“I got hard thinking about your reaction,” Sebastian answered.
“And what did you think my reaction would be, Sebastian?”
God, Sebastian loved when Remington said his name.
“Disappointed,” he whispered.
“Did you want to disappoint me?” Remington’s voice dipped low and quiet.
“No.” Sebastian’s cock jerked.
“How was breakfast?” Remington asked.
“Fine,” he said. “Toast and eggs and coffee.”
