Declan
For a week,Declan managed to keep Seb satisfied without caving in to the thousand other desires that were rushing through his body the second he woke. Hands were safe, he kept telling himself. They were fucking practical, in fact. And the more time he spent secluded out in those woods, the more he convinced himself that it was smarter for the two of them to jerk off every now and then, rather than both sitting there, too distracted to do what they were supposed to do.
It was a good story, Declan figured. And no wonder, considering a smart guy like Seb was the one who wrote it. He just also knew that a story like that couldn’t go on forever. And every day, he woke up a little more obsessed with Seb’s pink lips and the way his ass looked when he left the room, his hips swaying just slightly from side to side.
Declan had always been an ass man. And Seb had just the kind of firm, round rear that really drove him wild.
Ellie nipped at Declan’s hand as he gazed over the back of the property from the kitchen, drinking an afternoon coffee. At least no one had come forward to claim the dog. She gave him something to think about that wasn’t security protocol or Seb’s hole.
He set his coffee down, then pulled on his boots and jacket to step outside and enjoy a smoke. It was a sunny day, with enough warmth in the air that he didn’t immediately feel like his balls were turning blue. The cigarette dangling between his lips, he pulled out his phone and hit a few numbers.
“Gray, yeah, how’s it going?”
“Uncle Declan!” Gray answered. “Guess what? We just got a fucking hot tub! Raiden found it. Come check it out!”
Declan laughed as the chill in the air pinked his cheeks. “How the hell does someone find a hot tub?”
“You know. There was some guy who was treating his girlfriend like shit at our favorite bar, and it turns out that guy owned a hot tub, and so Raiden found it.”
Declan laughed. “Is it a big one? I like to stretch my legs out.”
“Does that mean you’re coming by?”
“Wish I could.” He exhaled smoke and thought back to when he was younger, before everything with his family fell apart. Back then, it felt like they could all be happy together, fucked up as their lives might have been. “Just wondering if you’ve heard any more info locally.”
“The Blue Devils have been so quiet, they basically disappeared. Figures. Cocky guys like that must be pretty fucking embarrassed to fumble their big job.” Declan heard a clatter in the background, and it sounded like Gray covered the mouthpiece as he yelled. “What the hell! It can’t go in the living room, guys. I told you, outside!” His voice returned to normal with a sigh. “Sorry, I gotta go. Come visit soon?”
“Soon as I get a chance. Have a good one, Gray.”
Declan popped his phone back in his pocket, then paced around the driveway as he finished his cigarette. Things were nice and quiet at the house, and Declan was confident that Seb would be safe, not least because Declan knew he’d tear the head off anyone who tried to mess with the guy. But still, he was used to action and relying on his instincts to figure out what was right. Sitting around just wasn’t in his nature, no matter how steamy the jerkoff sessions were.
Declan grunted, obsessing over Seb, from the gentle way he moved and the tender glow on his skin to how his big brain worked. It wasn’t just that Seb understood things. Declan had met enough know-it-alls in his life that he wasn’t impressed by facts and figures. It was that Seb seemed to see and understand things that other people missed.
Like the way he saw Declan, for one. If Declan were one of those science experiments, he could say pretty confidently that no one outside of one or two people had ever figured him out. No one looked at Declan and saw whatever it was that Seb saw.
But when Seb saw him, looking up to him with those admiring eyes, Declan could almost believe the guy was seeing the truth.
He shook his head, then stubbed his cigarette out in the snow. He headed back into the house, figuring he would watch a movie to keep from wandering around in the snow, looking for trouble that wasn’t there.
Instead, however, he passed the kitchen just in time to see the enlarged face of Seb’s pops, projected on the large screen and scowling.
“Sebastian, it’s not an option. I’m expected to bring my family, so you’ll be there. You can invite a girl along if you’d like.”
Seb sat at the counter, his back perfectly straight. He was facing away from Declan, toward the screen, but Declan could just imagine the pain and frustration in his eyes, same as anytime he talked about his father.
“Dad, I’ve been out of the closet since junior high.”
“You know what I mean, Sebastian,” he said, clearly annoyed that his son had corrected him. “Bring a date, if you have one.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine stag,” Seb responded, an edge of sarcasm in his voice. “Is that all, Father?”
“I believe so. There were some papers for you to review in the latest research we had sent over, contractual nonsense and all of that. You’ll have it signed and returned?”
“I didn’t notice,” Seb answered. “I haven’t finished unpacking yet. I’ll make sure—”
“And I’d also like you to meet with my accountant the week after next. I’ll have him come to the home, of course.” His father turned away from the screen, then started texting something on his phone while he talked, staring down. “Nothing interesting, I assure you. Just more paperwork.”
“Of course,” Seb answered. His father nodded brusquely, and then, without any more fanfare, the screen flicked off.
