“Me?” Martin’s heart picked up, harder than when he’d been about to make his speech.
“Yeah.” Seb nodded. “Honestly, you’ll fit in better than I ever have. You can talk to my dad about symposiums and humanistic theory and whatever crap it is that you people talk about when you get together.”
Martin cast his eyes to the ground. So much for that idea.
But Seb squeezed Martin’s hand, making him look up again.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean that. What you do isn’t crap. It’s kind of cool, actually, and I can tell it’s important to you. My dad, though—It’s complicated.” Seb eyes were soft. “Please? Come for the weekend?”
Martin was a fool. An idiot ten ways from Sunday and—He sighed. “Okay. I’ll talk to Mrs. Green about getting next weekend off.”
Seb smiled widely at him. Martin was going to lead himself to his own slaughter, but somehow, he couldn’t stop.
He gave Seb a short smile. “I should head home.” He turned to leave but was pulled off balance as Seb tugged him back toward the couch.
Their kiss was a collision. Martin stumbled, and Seb caught him, pulling Martin into his lap. Seb angled his head so that their lips fit together more closely. He tasted like wine, bitter and sweet, and his lips were as smooth as Martin imagined. Seb’s free hand slid around him, under the suit jacket, and the warmth of his palm spread under Martin’s shirt.
Martin leaned into him, letting his hand come to rest on Seb’s ribs, feeling the breathing body underneath. Seb’s breath on his cheek made him tremble.
Seb pulled away before the kiss could get too heated. He grinned and nipped at Martin’s chin, making him shiver. He nuzzled at Seb’s cheek, trying to find something to ground himself.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night. For weeks, in fact.” Seb kissed him again. Martin shuddered under his lips, as Seb’s words swirled something complicated inside him. Joy. Relief. A puff of need that curled around his heart like smoke before sliding lower.
“I’m glad you took the initiative.” Martin’s breathing slowed until it synced with Seb’s, calming him further.
“Can I ask another favor?” Seb’s voice was low in Martin’s ear.
“Yes.” Martin’s own voice was hoarser than he’d expected.
Seb rubbed their cheeks together before biting gently on Martin’s earlobe. “Ask Penny if you can borrow this suit again next weekend. I love looking at you in it.”
