“Fuck, Sebastian. I’ve had blue balls since yesterday. I’m not going to last,” said Theo.
“Then don’t. We have the rest of the week to go slow.”
His lips met mine again, and his hand dropped from my cock, leaving me to do all the work. I held us both, my cock on top of his, and thrust toward his stomach. Every groan, every whine from Theo’s lips into mine was heaven. I didn’t care that we were dusty and sweating. I didn’t care that we were so exposed, or that the wood was probably digging uncomfortably into Theo’s back. I just wanted to extract every little sound out of him before he came.
I could feel my orgasm building, and Theo must have been close as he lost all control of the rhythm of the kiss. He was panting into my mouth, his lips barely moving. I bit down on his bottom lip as I felt the rush building, desperate to extract more pleasure from him before the final crescendo.
And then I couldn’t hold back any more. I was spilling over my hand, over Theo’s cock, onto his stomach. I felt Theo’s whole body stiffen and then he was coming onto my hand, the underside of my cock, and dripping onto the ground at our feet.
We stood for a moment, panting. Unable or unwilling to move.
“Teodoro,” I finally managed to mutter, still without moving myself away from him. “Was that OK?”
I could feel Theo’s smile against my lips. “It was more than OK. Just…wow.”
He placed another, more chaste kiss on my lips and then a hand on my chest was gently pushing me away. “I’m a mess though.” He ran a finger through the sticky mess on his stomach.
“Let me…” I took off my t-shirt and used it to wipe him down as well as I could before using it on myself.
Theo goggled. “Fuck. You’ve always been hot, but it’s like I’m seeing you in a different context. Now that I’m allowed to look.”
“Who says you are allowed to look?” I challenged. “Maybe I’m a very private person.”
“I think I’ve gained that privilege,” he laughed.
I stuffed the t-shirt into the back compartment of the quad bike. “I will race you back. If you win, then you get the privilege to look as much you like.”
Theo was shooting off into the distance before I could buckle my helmet.
Theo
The atmosphere at Sebastian’s was chilled. Relaxed.Fine. I was reclining outside on the lounger, letting the sun continue its warm, slow and wonderful carcigenisation of my skin. Or that’s what it would be doing, if Sebastian hadn’t found twenty excuses so far to apply more suncream to every inch of me.
But, other than that, things hadn’t progressed between us since the time we’d had under the tree two days before. We’d carried on almost as before, bantering and having a good time at his villa. There was a tension between us, like an elastic band that was being stretched tighter and tighter but just wouldn’t break. I so wanted to break it. But I had no idea what would happen when I did.
I stretched and made my way casually into the kitchen. As casually as Icould, at least.
“That smells great,” I said. Sebastian was shirtless like me, and was stood over the hob and stirring something that was wafting throughout the kitchen.
“Paella, open wide,” he said, turning with a spoon of rice and chorizo and casually feeding it to me.
“Heaven,” I confirmed, and he flashed me a smile before continuing to stir.
“Should be five minutes,” he said.
I slid my hands around him and let them roam his stomach, running through the soft, fine hair there. “I can think of an awful lot we could do in five minutes,” I murmured.
“Seriously?Now?” asked Sebastian with such force that I took a step back, feeling a little rejected.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I thought you might want to…again. But I guess not. I get it.”
The harsh sting of rejection was washing over me, and even though I knew it was irrational, I could feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes. So to spare myself the embarrassment, I beat a hasty retreat back out onto the terrace. I walked along the side of the pool slowly, taking deep breaths, until I’d reached the terrace. I fought to get my emotions under control as I looked over the vineyards.
“Hey.” I felt Sebastian’s hand on my shoulder, and then he was pulling me into his warm body for a hug. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m fine,” I said, trying my hardest to ignore the rush of feeling I got from the skin-on-skin contact. Not just the lust, but thewantfor him that I’d been denying.
“You are not fine,Teodoro. So talk to me.”
