“Well, it is. If you want to remove the previous image from people’s minds, you’re going to have to think big. Maybe you should put this one away and find something easier to work on.”
Like hell would Henri give up. He dug his heels in. “I like this one.”
Sebastian squared his shoulders. “Try another.”
Henri would show him. “How about ‘Whores and More’?”
Seb’s sigh ruffled Henri’s scrawled-on music sheets. “Guns and bullets it is.”
Henri shifted on the bench to begin again, his thigh rubbing against Sebastian’s. Sebastian stood abruptly. “Time to fix dinner.” He fled the room. Henri stopped playing and pressed his hand against his leg where Seb’s had been. A bit of tingle remained, and his cock began to rise at the recollection of Seb’s nearness.
And Seb ran. He’d felt their connection too, had he? Henri smiled, humming a new song and conjuring lyrics.
“The spark is there, let’s fan the flames.”
Seb had a certain quality that spoke to Henri. He wasn’t the type Henri usually went for, but maybe, like his music, Henri had simply gone for what was available without giving much thought to what he really wanted. Sure, Seb chewed Henri out on occasion, but only when Henri deserved or needed the scolding to strengthen his resolve. There was something to be said for a man who could hold his own, and who cared about more than fame and money.
Seb provided meals and training, but didn’t stop at the bare minimum. He truly cared about everything more than Henri’d ever cared about anything. In time, could he care about Henri?
But what did it matter? They’d be together for a short while and then go their separate ways. In a year, would either of them recall the single month spent in each other’s company?
Henri stopped playing, stroking his fingers silently on the piano keys. What secrets lurked beneath Sebastian’s clothes? Henri imagined them both naked, moving in unison in the four-poster bed upstairs. He unzipped his fly and slipped his hand inside to stroke his growing erection. “Loo-looing” from the kitchen meant he’d be safe for a while. Heh. What would Mr. Perfect think about what the big, bad rocker did to him mentally?
Would Sebastian want Henri inside of him, or roll Henri onto his belly and do what he wanted? How reserved he was in the light of day. At night, would he take control, make demands of his lover? Or would he worship Henri’s body, take him to new heights of arousal?
Henri moved his hand faster up and down his shaft, cupping his balls through his jeans with the other hand. Oh, damn. His breath hitched. “Oh, oh, oh!” Harsh breathing filled his ears, his heart hammered. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” he hissed.
The Sebastian in his mind invaded his body, stretching him, making him burn. “Oh, God!” He vaguely heard the loo-loo-loos drifting in from the kitchen, almost caressing him. His stomach muscles tightened and lightning zinged through his groin from the raw power of Seb’s imagined thrusts.
Henri shot, one hand tugging a faltering rhythm, the other catching a rain of droplets. Eyes tightly closed, he breathed through his climax, hissing out “Sebastian!” from between clenched teeth. He opened his eyes to find Sebastian standing speechless in the doorway.
“I… um….” Someone needed to call the fire department to put out the flames in Sebastian’s cheeks.
“Dinner’s ready?” Henri should be embarrassed. He wasn’t.
Did Sebastian realize he’d licked his lips? “Err… yes.” He spun on his heel and tromped off down the hall.
Henri stared down at his cupped palm. Oh yes. Seb could run, but he couldn’t hide.
* * *
“Can youpass the salad, please? I wantmore.” Henri added a hint of innuendo.
Sebastian didn’t take the bait. “Sure.”
One-word answers, that was all Henri had gotten since his arrival at the table. Sebastian passed the salad bowl. Henri made sure their hands connected. Sebastian jerked his fingers back and sat rubbing them on his side of the table, keeping his eyes firmly on his plate. This wouldn’t do.
“Sebastian, we might as well clear the air here. You caught me jerking off. I didn’t intend for that to happen. We’re both men—these things happen. I don’t want you uncomfortable around me.”
“I’m not.” Seb sat ramrod straight, muscles bunched to flee at any moment.
Oh, really? “Are you worried I might try to seduce you?” Sebastian’s reserve added an element of excitement to their meal. Why shouldn’t Henri and Sebastian entertain each other? They were here, the two of them, with no witnesses. Seb was hot, in a quiet, take-a-minute-to-notice way.
“No. Not at all.”
Henri reached across the table, lifting Seb’s face with two fingers under his chin. “You should be.”
Far from the backpedaling Henri expected, Sebastian met his challenge full-on. “I’m your teacher, you’re my student. I also refuse to be another notch on your bedpost. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
