“Fuck, get off,” he complained in a wheeze. I didn’t, of course. This was his punishment for losing. He’d have to deal with my heavy ass crushing him.
“You shouldn’t be this slow.” He lifted his hand shielding his eyes from the lights on the ceiling. I bent down. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to get him to admit what was up. This whole week had been off with his health declining and the nightmares.
“I’m fine,” he sighed.
“I’m serious, Sebastian. Are you not well? Should we postpone—”
“No,” he snapped. “Not when I just got the invite. I can’t cancel, they could get suspicious and withdraw. We are so close, Tate,” he said, dropping his hands on my thighs. I tried to pretend his touch wasn’t burning through my clothes. “We’ll get these bastards and then get to stop this act and go back home.”
“Home,” I scoffed. That place wasn't a home but it was what we had.
“Look, I’m just tired of this place,” he sighed.
“Could have fooled me,” I said, trying not to sound bitter. He played his part perfectly. A charming, princely brat drinking and partying wildly, not a care in the world. Women followed him around everywhere he went. He stayed aloof and detached despite his overly flirtatious nature—which just made people crave him more.
“I’m tired of this mission and this act. You think I like this?” He asked. His hands were still on my thighs and I could feel blood starting to rush below my hips. Quickly, I got up and walked to my water, trying to calm myself down.
“I got a call this morning," I said. He passed me and went to the gym’s showers. I ground my jaw and looked around before following him. I heard the shower turn on.
"Are you listening to me?" I asked. He again refused to respond. "Fuck," I huffed under my breath. I stomped over to his stall, surprised to find the curtain wide open. He was pressed against the wet, steamy wall with water trailing over his cut stomach. His hard cock stood between his legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked. He wrapped his hand around his erection and slowly dragged it up.
"I'm tense," he said, watching me. My heart beat faster in my chest.
"Are you serious right now?" It was a struggle to keep my eyes from dipping back to his cock, especially when I could see his arm slowly moving.
"Help me," he said, more a command than a suggestion. I looked at him as if he’d grown a second head.
“What?”
“I’ve got a big mission tonight. It’s your duty to make sure I’m ready.” Sebastian shrugged and turned away from me, facing the shower. He began to wash as if it was no big deal either way. My eyes roved over his body–long, lean, muscled. His blonde hair looked brown when soaking wet. His ass looked perfect–round and pale.
What was he thinking? We couldn’t fraternize.Wasthis fraternization or was it maybe just another part of my job? My thoughts were struggling to come together logically because all I could think about was that scene of him under the shower, his hard cock in his hand, his gray eyes on me.
“You want me to…” I trailed off. He looked at me as he rinsed out his hair but didn’t answer, making me shift from one foot to the other as I waited.
“I don’t understand. Make it clear,” I finally demanded.
“I need to get off,” he said apathetically.
“Do it yourself,” I said quickly but I didn’t leave.
“Too tense for that. I tried this morning,” he said his eyes flicking to me meaningfully and I sucked in a breath. He’d fucking heard me. “Couldn’t on my own. Think I’m nervous.”
My tongue darted over my dry lips.
“So you want me to… get you off,” I stated slowly.
“You’re supposed to make sure I’m ready for tonight, right?” He asked, rubbing a soapy hand across his chest and down his stomach. I jerked my head to the side when he made it to the thin, pale trail of obscene hair above his cock. Before I turned away I noticed his hand didn’t stop its descent.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I’d wanted to touch him for years and now he wasaskingme to. We weren’t supposed to do this.
I couldn’t control myself with Sebastian though. If he was giving me an opening, I was going to abuse it. I let out a breath and strode into the shower, wearing my clothes. He looked at me getting soaking wet and gave an amused sound. I reached out, wrapping my hand around his cock, cutting off his little chuckle and turning it into a sharp inhale of shock.
He groaned when I started to move my hand, his angular jaw clenching, his eyes going half-lidded. Our gaze stayed locked for a surreal moment then I looked down at him in my hand. His cock was long and smooth, the head blushing red. He was painfully hard–the skin tight. A dew of precum welled up as I squeezed while pushing my fist up and down.
I looked back up and saw him looking at my mouth as he began to pant.
