Martin followed the path his hand took before, only this time with his mouth. Seb tunneled his fingers through Martin’s hair as he pulled Seb’s waistband down to free his straining cock.
Under the blankets and licking at the head of Seb’s erection, he was only dimly aware of the sound of a phone vibrating. He was in a warm dreamy place where everything was dark and smelled like Seb, and phones had no place there. Seb’s hips rocked under his hands, like he was rolling toward the side of the bed, and then they settled into place again. Martin took Seb into his mouth, loving the taste of him as much as he loved his own body wanting this.
“Hello?” Seb’s voice was rough, and Martin pinched at the inside of Seb’s thigh in annoyance. Clearly, they were involved in something more important than a phone call. He was rewarded by a soft smack on the back of his head. Laughing, he hollowed his cheeks in response and then let his tongue swirl around Seb’s slit.
Seb’s hips rocked again, pushing more of his length into Martin’s mouth, and Martin murmured a happy groan. He sucked down as far as he could go, but then Seb’s hips stilled. “Mrs. Green? Slow down. What’s wrong?”
Martin’s growing arousal paused at the mention of his employer. Why was Mrs. Green calling Seb? What time was it?
“Okay.” The tension in Seb’s voice was apparent now. Martin rolled off him and came up from under the covers. As soon as he was free, Seb pulled himself up to sitting.
“What’s wrong?” Martin whispered, but Seb didn’t reply. Martin flipped on the light on the table next to his side of the bed. The warm glow flooded the space around them, but the expression on Seb’s face made his heart stop.
Seb was already rolling out of bed as Martin watched, snagging clothes from the floor. He pulled them on, the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder the whole time. “Okay. It’s okay. We’re awake. We’re coming.”
Martin grabbed his phone and checked the time. A little after two thirty. “What’s wrong?” he said again.
Seb hung up, stuffing belongings into his suitcase. “Get dressed. We have to go home.”
“Seb?”
“Get dressed. We’re leaving in three minutes. You can ride naked if you want, but we’re going.”
Martin was out of bed in a second. He found the borrowed suit on the floor. “Would you just tell me what’s wrong?”
In the shadowed part of the room the little bedside lamp couldn’t reach, Seb’s eyes were dark.
“There’s a fire. We have to go.”
