“Any more than this and who knows what might happen to you. You look like a strong young man but this stuff is dangerous. You wouldn’t be able to fight off any unwanted attentions, if you know what I mean. You’d be overpowered. You could struggle and say no but it wouldn’t matter.”
Peter swallows it instantly, tries to convey with just a look that he wants anything Sebastian is willing to do to him.
“Christ,” Sebastian says, and Peter thinks he’s broken character, that he’s surprised by Peter’s willingness.
“Have a seat. Tell me where you’re trying to go?” Sebastian sits in a wingback chair positioned before the fire. He crosses his legs. How much money did he spend on that suit? Whatever it was, it was worth it.
“Are you alone here?” Peter asks and his voice trembles. He doesn’t even want to follow the possibility before him. That maybe this is what Sebastian planned. No party, no dancing, but just them in this giant house, Sebastian bringing his most personal fantasy to life.
Sebastian waits until Peter meets his gaze. “I am. My servant just left. It’s just me rambling around this giant house all weekend. It gets lonely. It’d be nice to have company.”
“Just you,” Peter repeats, feeling dumb and full of lust and love for Sebastian, who has apparently gotten it right after all. “Oh my god,” Peter says with a laugh, pressing his hands to his eyes. “I was so… I didn’t even imagine something like this.”
“Careful, Mr. Hodge,” Sebastian says firmly.
Peter drags in a breath, wipes at his eyes.
“As I was saying, I do find it quite lonely, Mr. Hodge. I think there are times where I’m out here all alone when I mightjust give about anything for a little company. You seem like you might be good company, Mr. Hodge. Do you ever get lonely?”
Peter blushes. “I don’t know if I am good company,” Peter says, because he’s so discombobulated. “But I do get lonely.”
“You look cold. You should take off your jacket,” Sebastian says.
Peter obeys with a nod, shrugs out of his jacket, and isn’t sure where to put it. He lays it over the arm and sits back down. Sebastian gets up from his chair, taking another sip of his drink and setting it down with a small clink before walking over to Peter, standing between his legs.
Peter leans forward, breathing Sebastian in, desperate to just press his face into Sebastian’s groin.
Starch, wool, and a spicy cologne, rich and one Peter had said in passing that he liked. “How did you… You smell so good,” Peter says.
“Thank you. You’d be amazed at how much some people respond to scent,” he says.
Sebastian’s not wrong. It’s terrible and beautiful to be so known but he is.
Peter presses forward, burying his nose in Sebastian’s jacket, trying to get to his armpit and breathe him in.
Sebastian laughs and that just makes Peter press closer, breathe deeper, taking in the warm scent of the man he loves. Sebastian takes a step back.
“You didn’t wear deodorant,” Peter murmurs and slumps back against the couch. He loves it an obscene amount. Just like he loves Sebastian’s come and his sweat, these base things that equal intimacy and filth. If it has to be hidden away, cleaned or covered up, then Peter probably likes it.
Sebastian wears deodorant most of the time but now if he’s with Peter for the weekend, he won’t. If he goes to the gym, he won’t shower but will come straight to Peter, and Peterlikes Sebastian to fuck him face-to-face then, have his face against Sebastian’s shoulder, close to buried in his armpit, which Sebastian finds amusing and mocks him for.
And doesn’t that also make Peter desperate to come.
“Where are my manners? Let me take that for you,” he says and plucks the jacket from Peter’s hand. He turns and walks away from him, draping it over a chair before coming back toward Peter. "You’re still soaked, poor thing. I’m sure you’d feel better if you got out of those clothes.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Peter says.
“Be a good boy and take them off.”
Sebastian goes and sits back down in the chair, relaxed and at ease. He takes another drink. Peter tugs at his cheap tie, a little embarrassed to be seen in it.
“I’d hoped you were here about the ad,” Sebastian says.
“What ad?” Peter asks.
“Where is your piece of paper? Did he give it to you?”
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t have a chance to look at it.” Peter pulls it out of his pocket and opens it up. It’s another piece of information for the murder mystery.
