His caresses sped up. “Let’s focus now. There’ll be plenty of time after the concert. I promise.”
We both took showers (not together, unfortunately), and after a quick breakfast with Nora and Raul (who I only then realized must’ve stayed the night as well), we drove back to the rehearsal room.
Things went much more smoothly that day. By lunchtime, Nora said she had all the material she needed for the last-minute promotion and that we could spend the afternoon however we wanted, just the two of us. I hadn’t even realized she had been filming, but when she showed us a few of the clips, I was surprised by how professional we looked and sounded. Despite her announcement, we kept running through the set over and over until it was dark.
That evening, when it was time for bed, my eyes felt heavy again—but I was determined to stay up a little longer. After all,it had already been six freaking monthsand two days. Enough was enough.
I climbed under the comforter and watched Sebastian plug in his phone and turn off the lights. With only the Vegas lights shining through the window, he made his way toward me. He slipped under the covers and hugged me from behind, resting his forehead against my shoulder.
For a minute, we just lay there. He didn’t make a move, not even when I pushed my ass back against his groin.
“Are we really just going to sleep?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure?” I pressed back against him again, and this time I could feel his cock react too. “We deserve some relaxation.”
“Is that so?” Sebastian thrust his hips forward. “You know, I only held back so you could focus.”
“There’s only one thing I want to focus on right now.”
The arm he had slung around my chest loosened and moved toward my crotch. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of my underwear. He felt up my dick, straightening it so it peeked out over the waistband, and then moved lower, cupping my balls. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“Don’t judge me.”
“Oh, I’m not. Just one note: the apartment isn’t as soundproof as the practice room, so don’t be too loud unless you’re looking forward to snarky comments from Nora and Raul in the morning.” He lifted the comforter and climbed under it.
I turned over and lay on my back. The blanket rose like a tent as Sebastian made his way to my dick. Without waiting for anything, he pulled my sleeping shorts down and wrapped his lips around my glans. The warmth of his mouth was instant and welcome. The sound of him sucking me was music to my ears.
His head bobbed up and down, taking only short breaks to lick my balls before going straight back to work. After five minutes, I was already getting close. In our online conversations, we hadn’t held anything back, which meant I had been jerking off at least once a day. So after two days of abstinence, my balls felt like they were going to explode if he didn’t empty them. As much as I wanted to cum while being sucked, though, this wasn’t how I wanted the night to end. After all, I wasn’t the only one in this room with blue balls.
I lifted the comforter, catching a glimpse of Sebastian licking up my shaft.
“Welcome,” he chuckled. He was hunched over, his ass raised up high so he wouldn’t fall off the bed—which gave me an idea.
“Stay like this,” I said, pulling my legs up.
He grumbled but did as I asked while I climbed out of bed, moved to his feet, and lifted the blanket. Instantly, I was rewarded with the best view of his ass. I pulled down his slip, spread his cheeks, and buried my mouth between them, licking up his crack.
“Oh, so that’s where this is going.” He moaned, just loud enough for me to hear how much he was enjoying this change of pace. “This feels so good. But now that you’re down there, I have to tell you—just licking won’t be enough.”
“Whatwouldbe enough?”
“Your dick inside me, taking full advantage.” He looked back at me between his legs. “There’s lube on my desk.”
I followed his instructions and found a suspicious-looking brown paper bag with the promised bottle inside.
Seconds later, I poured some lube onto my rock-hard cock and onto him. I worked it in carefully, making sure he was ready. Just as I was about to slide a finger inside to stretch him out, he grunted.
“No fingers,” he whispered. “Give me the real thing. I can take it.”
Encouraged by his plea, I lined myself up and slowly pushed in, watching the head of my dick disappear.
“Fuck yeah,” he gasped. “All the way.”
His voice put me in a trance, and I obeyed, pushing in until I was fully inside him. I shoved the rest of the blanket off his upper body. After giving him five seconds to breathe, I started moving, slowly thrusting in and out until the only thing on my mind was the sensation of his hole engulfing my cock. We sank into it—the sound of our bodies meeting, our stifled cries, our breaths falling into the same rhythm.
“Fill me up,” Sebastian whispered. “I want your load. Please. I’ve waited so long.”
