When he leaned back, red faced and drenched, Sebastian sat down on the floor and wondered how he was supposed to come up from under the table. He’d been noisy, slurping, sucking and choking on both Viggo and Bjorn’s cock, and the idea that someone had overheard him was too mortifying to bear.
Viggo nudged him with the side of his pointy dress shoe, leaning down to give him a look.
“The coast is clear,” he said, reaching his hand down for Sebastian. Knowing that he didn’t have a choice – that he had to face the consequences of his totally out of character and whorish actions sooner or later – Sebastian took Viggo’s hand and climbed back into his seat.
He immediately angled his body toward the window, though his reflection on the glass made it difficult to hide.
“Oh, that’s…” Viggo lifted his eyebrow, looking down over his shoulder at his wet face and ruined shirt. “Yeah, there’s no hiding that. Here, wipe your face at least.” Viggo handed him a napkin. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix this.”
“How are you-”
Before Sebastian could finish his question, Viggo lifted his water and poured it down Sebastian’s shirt. Sebastian gasped, the icy water hitting his chest and drenching it even worse than before, dripping down and getting the front of his pants wet while soaking the seat beneath him.
While Sebastian sputtered, the icy water seeping through his underwear and hitting his cock, Viggo winked and lifted his hand.
“Excuse me?” he called, summoning their waiter. When the man appeared, Viggo shot him a rueful grin. “We’ve had a little spill here. Could you get us some napkins, please?”
The waiter looked at Sebastian, eyes going wide, “Of course, I’ll get those right to you.” He rushed off, and Sebastian was left gaping.
It couldn’t be that easy. Water aside, he reeked of semen, and he could see in his reflection against the city backdrop that his hair was a mess.
“You could have warned him,” Bjorn chastised, though he looked amused. Sebastian hadn’t really looked at him since crawling out from underneath the table, too mortified. At Sebastian’s tentative glance in his direction, Bjorn reached out under the table and nudged his foot. “Are you okay?”
Sebastian nodded.
“Did you come?” Bjorn’s foot stayed next to Sebastian’s ankle, the leather of his booth touching the bare skin between the hem of his chinos and the top of his shoes.
“No, I…” Sebastian swallowed, turning his gaze down and staring at the table. “I came really close.”
“I’ll give you a blow job in the car,” Viggo interjected, draping his arm over Sebastian’s shoulders and pulling him in under his arm. He leaned down and nuzzled into his hair. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth back on that cute little cock of yours.”
Sebastian’s face burned.
“It’s not that little,” he defended himself. Viggo’s casual mention of his small size – at least compared to him and Bjorn – made his stomach squirm in humiliated delight.
“Tiny,” Viggo repeated, grinning at Bjorn and demonstrating with the fingers of his free hand. The space between his thumb and index finger was less than an inch, and Sebastian’s whole body tingled with humiliation.
“That’s not-” Sebastian gritted his teeth. “Bjorn’s seen it. He knows it’s not that small.”
“Don’t be a dick.” Bjorn chastised and Sebastian heard him kick Viggo under the table. “He just made us both come. The least you could do is be nice to him.”
“But he likes it when I’m mean.” Viggo’s deep voice rumbled, seductive and making Sebastian shiver. As if to emphasize, he tightened his arm around Sebastian’s neck, pulling him into a cruel headlock. He held him there, muscle bulging under the soft fabric of his sleeve and pressing against the side of Sebastian’s throat. He didn’t let go until their waiter appeared with a stack of neatly folded cloth napkins.
Viggo played the headlock off as a joke, laughing and rustling Sebastian’s hair, thanking the waiter for being so quick.
“Of course,” the man said, eyes wide. “Let me know if you need anything else.” He glanced at Sebastian, gaze moving from his shirt and up to his hair and back again, taking in his red face and mussed hair. He didn’t say anything, but Sebastian could feel him wondering.
“Just the check, please,” Viggo dismissed him. He passed the napkins to Sebastian, taking one and pressing it against his wet chest. Glancing down, Sebastian bit back a whimper when he saw that Viggo’s hand spanned almost the entire width of his torso. Mistaking his arousal for distress, Viggo leaned in and consoled him.
“Don’t worry about going home all wet and dirty, okay?” He rubbed Sebastian’s shoulder, the evil glint gone from his eye. “There’s a laundromat a few blocks from here that should be open. We’ll give your clothes a quick wash and send you on your way.”
19
BJORN
Bjorn and Viggo arrived back at the house a little after midnight, the drive home from the city quiet and contemplative.
“That went really well, didn’t it?” Bjorn asked, toeing off his boots in the hallway and following Viggo into the living room. He dropped down on the couch while Viggo poured himself a drink, hoping he hadn’t misread everything. “I felt like that went well.”
