Martin laughed, kissing lazy trails on Seb’s skin. He needed to wash off, but he didn’t want to get up. Lightening sparked under his skin. He’d never done anything like that before, and the sight of Seb’s burning gaze while Martin’s cock had disappeared into his mouth would be seared onto his brain forever.
“So that was good then?” he asked.
“Unquestionably. But next time, I want to ride you until we both can’t remember our names.”
Martin groaned. His cock was soft and spent, but the image of that made him want to see if he could revive it quick enough to give that a try tonight.
Seb traced his fingers along Martin’s spine.
“Thanks for coming,” he said. Martin couldn’t help the laughter that rumbled out of him, and then he laughed harder when Seb swatted at his shoulder. “Not like that! What are you, fourteen?”
“You’re welcome.” Martin kissed him before sliding off the bed. He found towels in the adjoining bathroom and did his best to clean himself off, then carried a wet towel out to Seb to do the same.
Seb was beautiful. Pale and a little freckled.
“Stay here tonight?” Martin asked, feeling brave. He bent to pick up Seb’s discarded underwear.
“Kenny was right,” Seb said. Martin froze. He checked over his shoulder as he straightened. Seb sat up on the bed. He’d pulled the comforter and sheet aside, one corner draped over his knee. His grin was lazy and self-assured. Classic Seb.
Clearing his throat, Martin said, “Right about what?”
“You have a spectacular ass.”
Martin slid into the bed and wrapped himself along Seb’s side. He idly played with one of the silver piercings as he situated himself in this new element of their relationship. “What’s tomorrow going to be like?” he said.
Seb’s hand, which had been making little circles on Martin’s bicep, stilled.
“More of the same. But different. Everyone will be on their best behavior for the party.”
“Everyone?”
“Even me.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Even me.” Seb kissed Martin’s forehead.
“So you all just pretend like nothing happened?”
“Some will. My mom. Gillian. Parker will be too busy making sure it’s all perfect to get too passive aggressive. Ollie will most likely be hungover, based on the way he was going when I left him, and my dad...” He let out a long sigh. “My dad and I will steer clear of each other and pretend like the other one’s not there.”
“That’s the plan?” It seemed sad.
“Well, there was the part where we get our act together and I ride your dick until we both can’t walk.”
“Maybe we should start with that part. Get everything off on the right foot.”
Seb kissed him again, then turned onto his side. He shimmied on the mattress until his back was pressed against Martin’s front, and he pulled Martin’s arm around him and held the palm to his chest.
