“You know what? I did not know that. I will take that into consideration.”
“Oh Jesus,” Mark says, rolling his eyes. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”
Peter offers to pay because Mark is running late and has to get back to work. He goes to the bathroom and into a stall to take a picture. What exactly is he supposed to take a picture of? His dick? The hickey? His hole?
He rereads the text. Sebastian wants to breed him. He leans against the divider, his cock getting hard. Could they both get tested so they can stop using condoms? Though that would require Sebastian to be exclusive, and Peter would be a fool to think a guy that hot (and young!) would want to be exclusive with a significantly older washed-out politician.
It’s mostly gone, he types but doesn’t hit send. He tries to take a picture of his hickey. It’s pretty underwhelming. No one wants to get off to that. There are a few bruises around his nipples. He takes a picture just in case. They're a bit difficult to see amidst his chest hair. Oh. Is that why Sebastian wants him waxed?
He strokes himself to hardness and takes a picture of his dick. Maybe? He shoves his pants down, foot on the toilet, trying to take a picture of his… Why would Sebastian want a picture of that?
Tell me what you want a picture of, he sends.
The response is gratifyingly quick.You get one guess.
So, it is a dick pic?
Depends. Are you hard?
Yes.
Start with that then.
Peter sends a picture.
Nice. Jack it till you’re wet.
He obeys, pleased Sebastian wants something from him. The tip gets wet and he keeps going, fucks up into his fist and squeezes hard, stripping his cock until there’s a pool of it in the slit, ready to spill over. He sends a picture.
His phone rings. “Where are you?” Sebastian asks.
“I’m… in the bathroom at a restaurant.”
“Send me your location so I can see.”
Peter almost drops the phone, clumsy with sudden lust. He sends his location.
“What are you up to for the next hour?”
“Nothing,” he says.
“Put that hard dick away and meet me at this location,” he says, sending Peter an address. “Donotcome.”
“Got it,” he says and carefully tucks himself away. Getting comfortable is not easy, and he has to adjust twice before he can leave the bathroom. Is he really going to do this? What will even happen?
He gets to the location and waits outside. It’s a coffee shop of all things.
Peter can’t help but pace a little. He does a few push-ups against the wall like an idiot. He’s just so nervous. Finally, Sebastian comes around the corner. He’s got black skinny jeans on and a V-neck T-shirt. His hair is washed and still damp. He’s also wearing a leather jacket, and Peter instantly gets hard again. He’s so handsome.Stop traffic, have anyone he wantsgorgeous.
And he wants Peter.
Sebastian grins, walks right up to Peter, and takes a long look at his mouth.
“Don’t you look nice. How do you feel about a quickie in the bathroom?” Sebastian asks, taking off his sunglasses. “Fuck, the look on your face. That blush… Yeah, come on, sweetheart,” he says and turns Peter toward the door. His mouth is close toPeter’s ear, and Peter swallows down a whimper.“Go into the bathroom. Don’t lock it. I’ll be right behind you.”
Peter opens the door, walks past some kid studying with headphones on, and goes into the bathroom. It’s a single stall with a lock. He’s both really hard and super nervous. And then Sebastian is there with him, locking the main door and reaching for him. Sebastian wraps a hand in his shirt and hauls him close.
“I fucking missed you. Come here. Why do I want to come with my dick in my hand when I can have you?” Sebastian asks roughly and kisses Peter hard.
