THIRTEEN
THE SONG OF SPRING BREAK
ALEX
The table lampon my nightstand reflected in the dark window, glowing softly against the night outside. The house was quiet, except for a casual conversation downstairs and the central heating kicking in every once in a while. The piano keyboard waited for my fingers, but I couldn’t bring myself to play. I crossed my legs on the floor, leaned against the bed frame, and gave myself over to the sounds of the house.
The words drifting up from the foyer were nothing but mumbles—my hearing was good, but notthatgood—yet the soothing pitch of Sebastian’s voice washed over me. Feet shuffled, clothes rustled, and a few more muffled words were spoken. Then, the pace picked up. Feet marched up the staircase. I knew the rhythm. It was the guy that my brain couldn’t stop thinking about.
The closer the footsteps got, the quieter they tried to be until they eventually stopped right before my door.
My phone, resting on top of the piano, lit up with a message.
Sebastian
Can I come in?
I jumped up, not even bothering to click on the notification. My hands found the knob, twisting it with ease, pulling the door open so slowly that nobody but me could’ve heard it.
His head turned toward the staircase one more time before stepping inside so quickly you’d think he was escaping a monster in the hallway. I closed the door, pressing my back right against it, as if that would keep the monster out.
Seb was still wearing his button-down shirt and the pants that highlighted his butt, thanks to their fitted waist despite their otherwise relaxed cut.
“They were so talkative tonight,” he whispered as he stepped in front of me and put his hands on my hips. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
My hands wandered to his lower back, pulling him in. Our noses brushed as his lips hovered over mine, delaying the kiss we both longed for by a few more seconds. Just as he leaned in, footsteps shuffled past the door, making me hold my breath. He rested his forehead against mine and stayed still so we wouldn’t draw any attention.
The footsteps seemed to take forever, but after a minute, they finally continued upstairs.
“I didn’t expect us to be sneaking around again this time,” I whispered.
“It’s entirely your fault,” he said with a smirk.
“What? Why?”
“Because you’ve completely corrupted me.” He reached for my wrist and brought my hand up to his chest. “I never wanted to make music again, but you got me to sing. I never wanted to set foot in Seastone again, yet here I am. Talking to you every evening has kept me up at night, making me fantasize about what I wanted to do with you.” He closed the gap between our chests, trapping my hand there. “So please let me kiss you,because I can’t do anything else with you if I don’t get that out of my system.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, he pressed his mouth to mine, took two steps back, and pulled me along with him.
“Sorry, not sorry for intruding on you like this,” he whispered, releasing my mouth but not the rest of me. His hands wandered down my back. His left landed on my hip, and his right settled on my bulge, feeling the erection that I couldn’t have hidden from him even if I had wanted to. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
He smirked and squeezed into my bulge. His firm grip rippled through my body and made my legs weak. Kneading my dick through the sweats I had changed into, he got down on his knees.
Unable to wait another second, he pulled my pants down just enough for my dick to spring free. Wrapping his lips around it, he glanced up with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as if doing it here and now was exactly the thrill he had been looking for.
A moan tried to escape my mouth, but I choked it back. I brushed my hands through his hair instead, guiding his head down my cock.
He swirled his tongue around me while pressing his right thumb into my taint. His movements were full of lust, as if tasting my cock were the only reason he had come here, and everything else just an excuse. But that was probably far from the truth. A guy with his looks and charm should have plenty of people chasing after him, and doing this with me didn’t come cheap. No one would go through the trouble of flying here and taking the risk just for the thrill. He truly wanted me. All of me. And for at least the next few days, I wasn’t going to question it.
My hands wrapped around his head, holding him in place as I took over. I pushed deep into his mouth until I reached his throat, drawing a lustful moan from him. I held his head steadywhile pulling my dick out entirely, only to plunge it right back in until it wouldn’t go any farther.
A mix of gag and moan escaped his lips as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and stroked it frantically as if he were only seconds away from bursting onto the floor.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling out again so he could speak.
“Cum on me,” he panted. His eyes were glued to my dick as he jerked himself off, clearly desperate for a release.
