Sebastian’s hand lands on Peter’s ass, squeezing each cheek hard and then roughly rubbing at his hole through Peter’s clothing. Peter presses back, grinding into the touch with a loud gasp.
“You want me angry? Jealous over some woman?” he asks, squeezing Peter’s ass.
“Anything,” Peter says.
Sebastian spanks Peter hard on one cheek. “It’s not the same if it isn’t your hole, you know?”
Peter makes a sound, but it definitely isn’t a word.
“I bet you do. And I would be. And notI’m pretending to be angry so you can get fucked how you like itangry, butlock up your dick and throw away the keyangry. I’d actually be pissed off.”
He shoves at Peter so he sits back on the couch. It’s disorienting. Wait. Is that it? He didn’t even get spanked!
“Lock up my… Where are you going with this? I wouldn’t try to make you jealous with a woman,” Peter manages. His cock is throbbing.
“Nowhere. I’m just getting horny and I haven’t figured out what I want yet. But I figure you flustered is a good place to start. We both like that. You probably couldn’t fuck a woman anyway.”
“Probably not,” Peter agrees and half hopes Sebastian will carry on with the degrading talk about how Peter can’t get it up.
“I’d have to do it for the both of us,” Sebastian says.
Oh. Nope. Peter hates that, in fact.
Sebastian is watching him.
“You’re being a child,” Peter says and gets up off the couch. He goes into the kitchen and starts unloading the dishwasher, adjusting himself on the way. He hates the idea of Sebastian with a girl. It makes him jealous and insecure and not in a good way.
And now he’s so unsettled with the dancing and the birthday questions that he isn’t sure how he feels. He’s had errands that he’s been needing to do for weeks and he’s been putting them off because he wants to spend time with Sebastian. Maybe today is the day?
“I should go to the store,” Peter says because he knows Sebastian is standing in the doorway.
“I’m really tempted to tell you to just trust me because I’d like to know if you’d do it, but I think maybe that’s a bit too mean for my soft boy,” he says and comes into the kitchen. He’s watching Peter unload the dishwasher. He leans against the counter. “Which part upsets you?”
“All of it,” he says, annoyed.
“Your birthday?”
“Don’t be obtuse.”
“The idea of you unable to perform with a woman?”
Peter ignores that because that isn’t it. And he can unfortunately imagine a scenario or twenty where he’d love the idea of having that thrown in his face. Only able to get hard for Sebastian.
Sebastian sighs and starts walking away.
“You know what it is. The idea of you with other people… If that’s what you want?—“
“I don’t. You know that. I’m obsessed with you, Peter. Only you,” he says. “And I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get it up for anyone else either. I leave so much of myself inside you it’s amazing I’m not a dehydrated husk.”
What an awful and descriptive thing to say. Peter is probably as red as a lobster now. And his cock is very uncomfortably positioned.
“Hell, if I looked at anyone,I think you’d milk me dry, don’t you?”
“I don’t like thinking of you with someone else or wanting someone else. I’m already worried you’re going to want someone your own age?—“
“Wouldn’t you milk me dry if I looked at someone else? Wouldn’t I find my dick buried in that tight hole of yours before I could even try to pick up someone else?”
“Sebastian,” he growls, annoyed. Peter reaches for another glass to put away. His hand is shaking.
