SEBASTIAN
Sunday evening found Sebastian outside of Viggo and Bjorn’s building, checking his hair in the selfie camera on his phone and shuffling his feet. He was excited and nervous in equal measure, eager to see his two werewolves again but nervous that he was going to make a fool of himself.
The realization that he’d started thinking about Viggo and Bjorn ashisgave Sebastian a warm fuzzy feeling. He took a deep, fortifying breath, put his phone in his pocket and walked up to the doorman.
It was a quarter to six, but Sebastian didn’t think Viggo or Bjorn would mind him being early. In fact, he was pretty sure that they would welcome it.
They had made it very clear that they wanted him around.
“Hi, I’m here to see Viggo Blackwell,” Sebastian said, awkwardly addressing the doorman. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was for visiting someone with a doorman and a concierge. Was he supposed to check-in, like you did at a hotel? “And Bjorn,” he hastily added.
“Of course, Mr. Mann,” the doorman said, surprising Sebastian with the fact that he knew his name. “Mr. Blackwell has given you full access rights to the penthouse. You can go right up.”
Full access rights. Sebastian repeated the phrase to himself with a giddy feeling, wondering what that meant. He walked into the lobby, hesitating before walking up to the concierge.
“Mr. Mann,” the lady said, smiling at him. “Welcome back. I’m Alyssa. How can I help you today?”
“I’m visiting Viggo and Bjorn Blackwell?” Sebastian said, wondering if it would have been easier just to call Viggo and have him come down to get him.
“Of course, if you could just show me an ID so that I can make a copy for our records, I can print you an access card.”
Sebastian handed over his driver’s license, wondering if the access card Alyssa was referring to was actually a key.
Alyssa scanned the license and, in return, handed him a black card with a chip on it like a credit card.
“Thank you, Mr. Mann. You’re all set. If there’s anything else you need, let me or my colleagues know and we’ll do everything we can to help.”
Thanking her, Sebastian walked over to the elevator. He pushed the button to go up, but nothing happened. He then held the access card up against the black panel under the keys, which made a little green light start glowing above the panel. This time when Sebastian pushed the button, it lit up and the elevator doors opened.
Riding up to the penthouse, Sebastian felt a sense of relief. He felt guilty even thinking it, but it was so good to get away from his mother for a while.
She hadn’t talked to him all day. There had been nothing but angry silence since that morning when he’d told her he was going back for another date with Viggo and Bjorn, though she had made it impossible to ignore her by glaring and huffing at him, making her extreme disapproval very clear.
The fact that Sebastian had a slight limp, his hole protesting every time he tried to sit down, really didn’t help matters.
Thinking about his sore ass, Sebastian felt a flush of embarrassment for how he’d called a halt to things the night before last. Right up until Viggo and Bjorn started kissing, he’d been having the time of his life, feeling overwhelmed and submissive in all the right ways, and the last thing he’d wanted was for things to come to a crashing halt.
Being at the mercy of two hunks like Viggo and Bjorn was the culmination of all his teenage fantasies, and he’d ruined it because he couldn’t handle the fact that they loved each other.
It was pathetic, and Sebastian was determined not to get jealous again.
Biting his lip, Sebastian thought back to the sensation of being sandwiched between Viggo and Bjorn’s muscular bodies, his hole aching as Viggo stretched it to its limit, the alpha’s massive cock breaking into him and carving out a place for itself. His heart raced at the memory.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Viggo’s promise to let him set the pace the next time they were together, delivered in that rumbling, deep voice, and he felt like he was going to explode with all the ideas and fantasies that had made a home in his mind during the past two days.
Some of his more outlandish fantasies were impractical, requiring both elaborate costumes and extensive acting – his fantasy of being rescued and ravaged by Batman in full Batman getup being one of them – but most of them should be easy enough to make work.
Muscle worship, for example, of the kind that Bjorn had indulged him in. Sebastian had felt like he was in a trance, straddling Bjorn’s lap and making out with his muscles, and then Viggo had come along, sweaty and glistening, smelling like fresh sweat and sunshine and pushing Sebastian into his armpit like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Sebastian still couldn’t quite believe that it happened.
The elevator doors opened directly into Viggo and Bjorn’s apartment, sliding apart with a subdued ping that somehow managed to sound expensive.
“Hello?” Sebastian called, walking into the apartment. He took off his shoes, the elevator doors sliding shut behind him. “Viggo? Bjorn?”
There was no reply, and Sebastian wondered if he had made a mistake by coming early after all.
Walking down the hall, Sebastian checked the living room, kitchen and dining room, before making his way out onto the balcony. The park view was as impressive as it had been the day before, and Sebastian took a second just to stand there and take it in.
