Owen placed a hand on either side of his head, holding him there briefly before pulling back. Sebastian, mouth full of cock, opened his eyes and looked up. Owen’s gaze was fixed on him, no doubt watching his cock disappear in and out of Sebastian’s mouth as he set up a steady rhythm. Sebastian gripped his own cock and matched the pace Owen set. He pushed his tongue hard against the smooth skin, applying suction when Owen withdrew, over and over until Owen was a trembling mess. He could tell when Owen got close, his own orgasm hovering on the precipice. On the next thrust, he burrowed his nose into Owen’s skin,opening his throat, while rolling Owen’s balls with one hand, and stroking himself fast with the other. Owen exploded in his mouth, sending Sebastian over the edge. He came, with one powerful shot after another, as Owen filled his mouth with his familiar taste. Finally, once they were both spent, Owen slipped from his mouth.
Sebastian tilted his head back and met his eyes.
Owen’s lips lifted in a sexy smile as he placed a palm on Sebastian’s cheek. “Oh my God, babe. I love your mouth.”
Sebastian smiled in return, totally satiated, and unable to form words in his post-sex stupor.
Owen bent and picked up the sponge from where it had fallen to the floor, at the same time drawing Sebastian to his feet. He turned them slightly, so the warm water streamed down Sebastian’s back, then drew him into a kiss. He lost himself in the sensations of the languid kiss and the feel of the sponge working its way over his body. Owen took his time, washing every part of him before turning off the water and stepping from the cubicle. He held out his hand, and Sebastian took it, allowing himself to be guided to the bathmat where Owen proceeded to wrap a fluffy towel around his shoulders. He stopped briefly to wrap a towel around his own waist, before turning his focus back to Sebastian and drying him. His touch was tender, his attention complete.
It was moments like this that reinforced just how perfect Owen was for him in every way. His very own silver fox.
Chapter Five
The front door openedthen clicked closed. Owen could hear Sebastian rustling around in the hall, and looked up from his computer screen, waiting for Sebastian to appear. After a moment or two, his footsteps could be heard padding up the hall and he popped his head around the doorway.
“Morning, sweets.” Sebastian, dressed in sweats, held up a white paper bag with a familiar logo on the side. “I’ve got croissants.”
Sebastian disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, and Owen pushed back his chair to follow. His chest filled with warmth, more at the use of the shortened endearment he hadn’t heard for a while than the prospect of the sweet pastries, even though his appetite appreciated the gesture. Ever since Sebastian had discovered Owen’s sweet tooth, he’d teased him mercilessly for his love of sugar, giving him the nickname but indulging him with sweet treats on a semi-regular basis.
“How was your run?” Owen asked as he made them both coffee, dropping the capsules into the machine and waiting for the cups to fill.
“Not as much fun as it would have been if you’d been with me,” Sebastian said, and Owen glanced up to see the hint of sadness in his eyes.
Once upon a time, a morning jog was how they’d started their weekday. Together. Jogging wasn’t Owen’s favourite pastime, but he had loved the time with Sebastian. They’d discussed everything under the sun until they were too breathless to do more than run side by side then stop for coffee or breakfast. Now, more often than not, Sebastian started his day with a run while Owen started his by checking his email.
“I’m sorry. I had an order to sort out first thing this morning.” The lie made him feel queasy, but admitting he wasn’t up to the exercise was somehow worse. He forced an upbeat tone. “You know how some customers can be.”
The guilt doubled as Sebastian leaned across to grab a knife from the cutlery drawer and placed a kiss on Owen’s cheek at the same time.
“That’s okay, I understand. I still missed you, though. The music playlist, as good as it is, is no substitute for our morning chats. But at least we can catch up now, over breakfast.”
Sebastian picked up the plates with the croissants and juggled a dish of butter and a jar of strawberry jam, carrying it all to the sunroom. The room had been a verandah when they’d first moved in, open to the temperamental Hobart weather, but they’d enclosed it with glass, making the room the ideal place to catch the early morning sun’s rays. It was their favourite place to spend the early hours of the day, especially on cooler mornings.
Owen joined Sebastian at the table with the cups of freshly brewed coffee and they ate quietly for a while. The scent of coffee filled the room, and the sun was warm on his back. Happiness and a sense of peace settled in Owen’s chest as he watched Sebastian lick a blob of the bright red jam from his thumb. Owen might be the one with the sweet tooth, but Sebastian seemed toenjoy the pastries just as much. Once Sebastian had devoured a croissant, and drunk half his coffee, he sat back and studied Owen, Owen’s sense of happiness waning. He knew that look—Sebastian’s dark eyes serious, as he searched Owen for… For what? Signs he wasn’t recovering as fast as he hoped?
“How did you sleep last night, sweets?”
And there was that endearment again. Now it grated as if Sebastian was using it just because he was raising a topic he knew Owen didn’t want to talk about.I don’t need buttering up.
Owen stiffened. His grip on the handle of his coffee cup tightened and the dark liquid slopped onto the polished timber surface of the dining table. Sebastian reached out with a napkin and sopped it up, his gaze never leaving Owen. Owen made a conscious effort to place the cup on the table without spilling any more coffee.
“I slept fine.”
Sebastian stared. He watched Owen, unblinking, his gaze piercing. Owen consciously tried not to squirm under the scrutiny.
“Uh… I… I did wake a couple of times in the middle of the night—“
“I knew—“
“But I wasn’t awake for long,” Owen rushed to fill in. “So all in all, it was an okay night’s sleep.”
“You don’t have to hide—“
“I’m not hiding.” Owen pushed his chair back and stood. “I slept fine.” He picked up the coffee mug and turned towards the kitchen.
“The doctor said—“
Owen spun around. “For God’s sake, I know what the doctor said. I was there.” His tone was snappy, and he instantly regretted the words. Sebastian didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that. Again.
