I nipped harder at his ear, and he whined. “I thought we were both versatile?” I asked, dipping my hand into the back of his shorts and grabbing a handful of his sculpted, furry ass.
“We are. I am out of practice,” Sebastian said. “You will have to be gentler than I am with you.”
“I can be very gentle,” I whispered. I leaned back to grab the lube from the bedside drawer that I knew he kept it in before wrapping myself back around Sebastian. His shorts were easy to pull down, but I fumbled with the zipper on mine with one hand. He shimmied his down and off the bottom of his feet whereas mine bowled around my thighs.
I skated my fingers over his thigh before pulling his one leg upward toward his side. “Hand here,” I directed, so he could hold his own leg, so that I could use my free hand to reach between his legs and give his rock hard cock a couple of lazystrokes. His slit was leaking precum, so I swirled it around with one finger before drifting that finger over Sebastian’s hole.
“I swear to God,Teodoro, you were sent by the devil to ruin me,” Sebastian grumbled as I pushed at the entrance gently, hardly able to slip in with so little lubrication.
I pumped a little lube onto one finger and pushed it into my lover. He reflexively tightened around me so that it was almost painful, so I held my finger in place and kissed the back of his neck until I felt him slowly start to relax. I pumped it gently in and out of him for a few seconds before adding a second finger, repeating the same routine until Sebastian was totally relaxed around me and arching into my touch.
“Are you ready for me?” I whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
“Just go already,” Sebastian growled.
I slicked up my cock and knocked Sebastian’s hand out of the way so I could hold his leg up a little higher. I notched my cock against his hole and pushed in slowly, watching myself disappear into him until we were pressed, back to front.
“Is that OK?” I asked.
“Just take it slow,” was Sebastian’s reply.
“I was only going to go slow, beautiful.”
I’d had wild sex. I had dabbled with mild kinks and giving up control. But I’d never had sex like this. We were in no rush at all, and I slid slowly in and out of Sebastian with no hurry to finish. He stroked his cock in unison, and in between everyI love youandyou look so beautifulI would kiss his head, the back of his neck, nip at his ear. And when we came apart what could have been minutes or hours later, we did it in unison, with Sebastian spilling all over the sheets. He clenched up around me, and the added friction was enough to get me to finish inside him too. I bit down on his shoulder as I groaned and shook through the orgasm.
“I love you,” said Sebastian after we’d been laying in silence for a while, “and I’m going to give you one hell of a fight for the European win.”
“That’s all I ask of you, Mr García.”
Theo
Birmingham...almost
The private jet was soaring high above the clouds - and given we were above Britain, there were a hell of a lot of clouds. I felt my stomach do a somersault as the plane rocked a little, and reached for Sebastian’s hand. He wasn’t there, but I’d got used to having him as my rock over the course of the European Tour.
“We’ll be landing shortly,” said the stewardess, and I gave her a weak smile. Driving at 200mph on the ground? Easy. Sitting in business class on a jumbo jet where I couldn’t see the windows? I could handle that. But being able to see out of the windows of this tiny little airborne coffin did not make me feel happy.
“Should I not have splurged on the private jet?” asked my cousin, Bradley. He was sitting in the big leather armchair across from me, and looked so utterly relaxed that I wanted to punch him. Not that I would have even made a mark, he was an ex-boxer and still built like a mountain.
“You know I’ve never been one for flying,” I muttered.
“I thought this would be the easier option. Look, you can see the airfield from here.” Bradley gestured out of the window. We must have been over Birmingham. With Silverstone closed for essential upgrades, the British GP had been moved this year to a track that had been last used decades ago. It meant that even home turf was unfamiliar for me.
“I’ll take your word for it.” I tightened the belt around my waist. “How’s Arthur?”
“He’s good. Drawing me up another back tattoo at the moment, it’s gonna be epic. How’sSebastian García?You seem to be all starry-eyed whenever you’re around him on the telly.” Bradley waggled his eyebrows. “And that gushing social media post he made the other week? My mum almost cried when I showed her, started planning the wedding.”
“Why the hell would you show her that? She’ll be at the race, I don’t want her putting Sebastian off his a-game. Anyway, that social media post was a bet. He had to do it, because I won the race.”
“And you’re telling me all of that stuff isn’t true? All thoseI love yousandfantastic driverand whatever the stuff he said in Spanish was?”
“No comment.” I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks, and finally let myself look out of the window as a distraction. We’d dropped out of the clouds, and the concrete jungle of Birmingham splayed out behind us.
“Change of subject…how are you feeling about your chances?” Bradley asked. “Going into the final in first is surely the best you could have hoped for.”
“It’s close, though,” I said. “Any one of the three of us could be walking away with the European trophy on Sunday. I just have to put the work in.”
“Even against lover-boy?” Bradley asked. “That’s not causing any issues in the relationship?”
