“Now you know that I am serious. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Buy lube. French toast and champagne. A blanket. Plants. Unless you want me to help you with the plants.”
“What do you know about gardening?”
“More than you. Every fucking summer my mom turfed us all out back and had us redo the yard and plant shit. What’s it facing? East?”
“Huh?”
“Fine. Don’t do plants. We’ll do it together. Fuck, that was incredible,” he says. The heat of him, the solidity and pleasure of having a warm body against his own.
Sebastian’s cock slips out of him, and the pulsing of his hole is a reminder of just how bizarre this is.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Sebastian says, watching.
“I want to do this without condoms. I want to see my come leaking out of you.”
“If that’s what you want,” Peter says. He’s trying to play it cool, but he’s so happy he could burst into hysterical laughter.
“Stay there, honey,” Sebastian demands and gets toilet paper and cleans Peter up. He’s careful, but god, the area is sensitive.
Sebastian throws the tissues away and washes up while Peter gets himself together as best he can. Finally, Peter turns around, pulling Sebastian into his arms. Peter turns his head, kissing Sebastian and pressing close.
“Jesus, we have to stop or I’m gonna get hard again.” Sebastian pulls back and laughs quietly. His cheeks are flushed. Somehow, he’s even more gorgeous than normal. “What are you doing now?”
Peter raises a brow. “What am I doing right now? I’m going to do a walk of shame out of this bathroom and go home, I guess. I was supposed to go to a… doctor’s appointment this morning, but it got canceled."
“Doctor? Are you alright?”
“Yeah, perfect in everything but the mind,” he says and wishes he could take it back. He does not want Sebastian to know he’s seeing a shrink.
“Oh, therapy?” Sebastian asks, as if it isn’t a big deal. “I have a good therapist if you want one,” he says, smoothing his hair down in the mirror.
“You have a therapist?”
“Yeah. My sister? It was traumatic shit. My mom has us all going.”
“You don’t… I mean, you’re not doing this because I helped your sister, are you?”
Sebastian looks at him like he’s insane, which is a relief. “Am I getting to have absolutely incredible sex with you because of my sister? What does that even mean? Like pity?”
“I don’t know. You came over to say thank you, and one thing led to another. But it seemed like you knew that was gonna happen. So, was it just a way to say thank you?”
Sebastian's trying not to smile as he leans in to kiss Peter. “I want you to know that I think that’s really funny, but I’m not gonna laugh because I can tell you’re serious, and that’s actuallydeeply tragic. I thought I made it clear. I saw you and wanted you. If you hadn’t been a politician, I would’ve been all over you at that art gallery, trying to spout nonsense about impressionist art to see if I could get into your pants. Then it turned out you were who you are, and that was just infuriating. It did not stop me from wanting you, but it did make me kind of pissed off at myself. And then you got a boner while I was breaking into your house, and here we are.” Sebastian shrugs. “Anyway, I’m glad you saved my sister so I don’t have to be enraged anymore. I should be thanking you. You’re the one bearing the brunt of it, so to speak.” Sebastian sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
He’s so smug.
Peter likes it too much.
He drops his head to Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you go with me to class, and then we can get dinner afterwards?”
Peter laughs, surprised. “I’m not going to go to school with you.”
“Well, first of all, it’s grad school. University. It’s not like kindergarten or something. It’s a lecture on postmodern art. The professor is good, and the class is huge, they don’t know who the hell is supposed to be there. They don’t take roll or anything. No one will notice.”
“Yeah, but I’m old.”
“You will in no way be the oldest person in there, I can guarantee you. Maybe you’ll go and decide you like it and sign up for a class. Believe me, they will be more than happy to take your money if you want to go.”
