“How many hours before the sun comes up?” he said as he clenched around Martin, making him shudder. He wanted to brand Martin inside his body. It would be a long slow process, but Seb could take it.
“I don’t think we’ll last that long.” Martin shifted, sliding just a little lower to improve his leverage, and pressed up into Seb. The movement found another fraction of an inch he didn’t know was there. Tiny stars burst under his eyelids as he let out a soft whine.
“Again,” he said, and like before, Martin seemed only happy to follow instructions. Seb blew out a laugh.
“Something funny?” Martin said as he thrust up again, harder. This side of him, not bossy, not dominant, but confident, sure of himself, was something Seb wanted so much more of.
“Not in the slightest.” He sighed and gave himself to the rhythm that Martin set.
It was good. So good. But the angle wasn’t enough to make him come, and his thighs shook. Martin kissed him before running a hand up his spine and pushing him forward, until Seb was face down on the bed, his ass propped up against his thighs. Martin followed, covering him with his body, knees spread wide as he thrust in hard.
Seb shouted, turning his head to bury his face in the mattress. Martin had promised him a pillow if he screamed, but the mattress would do. He shifted his hips to give himself enough space to grasp his cock and tugged in time with Martin’s hard strokes inside his body.
Martin drove them on now, his breath hot on Seb’s spine, grunting with each thrust, as Seb let out a line of curses and encouragement. Martin’s hands were under his torso, lifting, pulling, until Seb was on his knees, hands planted on the mattress, and Martin kept going. Seb continued to jerk himself off and felt the warm weight of Martin wrapped around him. It still wasn’t enough.
Martin’s clever fingers found one of his piercings and twisted, driving the sensation from Seb’s chest to his gut and lower to the small of his back where the orgasm built.
“Again,” he said. Martin’s mouth was on his skin, his dick in Seb’s ass, while his fingers continued to draw little electric shocks at his nipples, and...
His orgasm was like the snap of a rubber band. Seb’s mind went blank as his body locked down. Arched under Martin’s weight, his hand grew slick with his come. Martin’s strangled shout against his back was Seb’s only warning before Martin tensed and shuddered. They rocked together, and Seb’s arms gave out. Martin tumbled down with him, body still wrapped around his torso as his hips spasmed.
“Wow,” Seb groaned.
“Yeah.” Martin’s laugh was hoarse. He slipped out of Seb with a grunt, and Seb took the opportunity to spread himself out, boneless on the mattress. There was a wet spot under his belly, which would be really gross in a minute, but until then, he was going to bask as his body sparked and tingled from his scalp to the tips of his toes.
Martin was in the bathroom, tidying up. Seb slipped off the bed, taking the soiled sheet with him. As he entered the bathroom, he tossed it in a corner and wrapped himself around Martin. He looked at them in the mirror. Martin pressed his cheek against Seb’s and linked their hands together over his chest.
“The most interesting weekend I’ve had in a long time,” he said, staring at Seb’s reflection.
“I hope what we just did was more than interesting.” Seb bit at his shoulder. Martin danced away but didn’t get very far before he pulled Seb to him, wrapping them together for a short brush of lips that left them both nuzzling at each other.
“I’m an academic. Interesting is the highest compliment we know.”
“Better than fascinating? I think fascinating is farther up the food chain.”
Martin hummed and kissed him again.
“Fascinating is reserved for truly exceptional experiences.”
Seb pouted. “That wasn’t truly exceptional?”
“It was good. Better than good. But life changing? Paradigm shifting?” He made a skeptical noise.
Seb bit at his lip. “I love a challenge.”
* * *
When Martin woke up, it was still dark. He was warm, curled under a soft comforter and wrapped around Seb, his cheek resting on the curve of Seb’s spine.
He was hard too, and wasn’t that something? As everything fell apart at Mount Garner, his libido had been the first thing to go. Not that anyone had been there to notice, but months passed where he hadn’t felt even the smallest flicker of arousal. As if that entire part of him had been erased, to the point where he didn’t even miss it.
Feeling need again was a relief, though, as he pressed his erection against the crease of Seb’s ass. Seb sighed in his sleep, and then his hips rocked back, trapping Martin between their bodies. Martin kissed his bare shoulder, rewarded with a fuzzy sigh as Seb rolled against him again.
“I’m going to hurt in the morning,” Seb said. Martin lifted his head to kiss Seb’s cheek. He let his hand slide down over Seb’s bare chest, then lower, following the thin thread of hair to the waistband of his briefs.
“I wouldn’t want that.” Martin found Seb’s cock, half hard and growing, and stroked it.
“Very considerate of you.” Seb rolled so they could kiss fully, long and slow, both of them still partly wrapped in soft sleepy warmth. Martin ground against Seb’s hip, and Seb made happy noises in the back of his throat. He laughed as Martin rolled on top of him. Martin could get used to this, provided Seb’s bed above the bookstore was big and comfortable enough for the two of them. Although, anything would be better than Brian’s couch, especially if Seb was there.
