“I want to watch you.”
The statement made heat flood Seb’s throat while his groin tightened. Martin’s hand was on his own belly, fingers turning in slow circles. Seb stood, focused on undoing the buttons of his shirt. He slid it off and gripped the hem of his T-shirt. Martin watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as Seb pulled the shirt over his head, shivering in the cool air of the bedroom. Silver barbells pierced each of Seb’s nipples. He toyed absently with one as he took in Martin on the bed.
Martin pulled himself up on his elbows, grasping his own shirt to tug it off by the collar. Wiry. But strong. The hair on his stomach trailed up his torso. His collarbones were deep grooves, showing the width of him and the muscle that ran from his shoulders over his chest.
“I want to touch your piercings.” That Martin didn’t ask but simply stated made something flash inside Seb—hot, then molten. As he came to stand between Martin’s knees, his dick lengthened inside his jeans. His own knees trembled when Martin took one of the silver barbells between his thumb and forefinger, flicking and pinching. The sensation made Seb flinch, then put his hands around Martin’s face and pulled him up until their mouths were on each other. Seb wanted him, and every tugging sting as Martin pulled on the piercing again fired his need even more. Gasping, Seb collapsed to straddle Martin’s lap again.
He held all of himself tight, barely balanced on the edge of the mattress. Martin seemed more interested in playing with the piercings than in holding Seb up. His teeth nipped at Seb’s lower lip while his fingers explored. It was almost like Seb wasn’t there, like Martin was so focused on a single task he had gone somewhere else, but each flick of his nipple made Seb pant. The piercings were a fun idea a dozen or so years earlier, but few lovers were interested in them since. Feeling the rigid length of Martin’s erection under him, he ground down with his hips and slipped a hand between them.
Martin grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled it back up, twisting it behind Seb’s back. He bit at Seb’s lip harder this time.
“Do you want to be in charge?” Seb asked. “Is that it?”
Martin sucked on the bitten spot as he brought Seb’s other hand around behind him, so both his wrists were clasped together. “I saw you.” Martin said it like Seb hadn’t spoken. He licked at Seb’s nipples, making him groan and arch.
“When?”
“When you decided to protect Oliver at dinner. I saw you make the decision.”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” Seb ran his fingers down Martin’s back, letting his nails scrape, watching the line of goosebumps that rose up.
“You were like a warrior. You knew you’d get hurt, but you went in anyway. You took the blows because Oliver needed you to. I thought...” His eyelids fluttered, and he pressed his forehead against the center of Seb’s chest, hands roaming over his skin.
“You thought what?” He couldn’t imagine what Martin was trying to say.
“I thought maybe you might like not being the one to make decisions for a little while.” He pulled Seb’s head down to kiss him. “Let me be that person. Let your guard down.”
Seb moaned. Yes. He wanted that. He wanted this: Martin, to not think, only to feel and be here. But uncertainty lived just under the desire. He didn’t know what Martin liked, and if he was trying something because he thought Seb would get off on it, it wasn’t necessarily a good idea.
“You want to play some ‘naughty professor’ thing? Because I can try, but I sort of thought after what you told me about—”
“Stand up.” Martin’s eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“Stand. Up.”
Seb scrambled off, his heart squeezing with regret. He shouldn’t have brought up the professor thing.
“Take your pants off.”
The way Martin set his chin made Seb’s chest squeeze again, but in a different way. The blood in his body traveled south in a hurry.
“Pants off,” Martin said again. Seb’s hands shook as he complied. “One button at a time. That’s it.” There wasn’t much light in the room, only the one bedside lamp, but the white line of Martin’s teeth was visible as he grinned. His hand was back on the hollow of his stomach, fingers moving in slow circles again.
Seb went to shuck his pants and underwear, but Martin shook his head. “Just the pants.”
His erection definitely liked where this was going. Seb pulled his pants off, kicking them to the side. Martin leaned back, bottom lip in his teeth.
“I was not expecting this.”
“You didn’t know me. Before.”
Before?
Oh.
Martin’s hand slid lower, his fingers moving from slow circles to soft lines up and down the shape of his cock in his pajamas.
