Chapter 18 — Sebastian

The room was dark, but Sebastian didn’t need to know the way—Douglas guided him, and Sebastian didn’t doubt his direction for a second.

They hit the bed together, and Douglas climbed on top of him as their kiss picked up from where it had left off. The way Douglas touched him fanned the flames of Sebastian’s arousal, and he allowed himself to be pinned to the sheets as Douglas stole kiss after kiss.

Not that he really stole them. Sebastian gave them willingly each time.

He was going to do this. There was no turning back now.

Douglas’ hands found the edge of Sebastian’s t-shirt, then slid beneath it. Solid, thick fingers worked across the soft skin of Sebastian’s stomach, then up to his chest. As they did, the shirt lifted, and Sebastian found his stomach exposed. If Douglas were to draw back, he’d see his pale skin and the dip of his navel. Goosebumps spread down Sebastian’s arms, and he arched his back to seek some of Douglas’ body heat.

“I didn’t think you were gay,” Sebastian whispered between breaks in their kiss. “I thought… mmph.”

Douglas’ fingers found one of his nipples, and he rolled it between his fingertips. The sensation blinded Sebastian with lust, and his hips wormed, looking for something to thrust into.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m attracted to you.” Douglas’ fingers tightened. Sebastian threw his head back, officially breaking their kiss as he gasped for air. The electricity between them left him lightheaded. “And tonight, you’re my gift.”

The shirt worked higher, up over his chest and to his chin, until Sebastian had no choice but to lift his arms and let Douglas take it from him. Chest bare, slender body exposed, Sebastian’s cheeks heated. Douglas could see him, and even though he had nothing to hide, the exposure stirred him.

Douglas pulled back from their embrace, his gaze devouring Sebastian’s exposed skin. Sebastian watched him take in the flat planes of his stomach and the ridges of his ribs, barely visible beneath his skin. Douglas’ gaze traced his pronounced collarbones, then followed the line of Sebastian’s neck until they looked eye to eye again. The energy between them drew Sebastian to Douglas and refused to let his gaze wander.

He was addicted to Douglas.

“You’re beautiful,” Douglas whispered. He kissed Sebastian again, hungry. Sebastian returned his hunger. “Why did I wait so goddamn long to make you mine?”

If Sebastian wasn’t red before, he was red now. The tips of his ears burned.

“You want me to be yours?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Douglas’ hand traced down Sebastian’s chest, and for a moment, Sebastian thought he would pinch his nipples again. That pleasure wasn’t afforded to him yet. Douglas dodged them. “You make it hard for me to keep my hands to myself.”

Sebastian reached up, bold enough to take the sides of Douglas’ face in his hands. Stubble bit against his palms, the result of a hard day at work.

If I let this happen, he’ll provide for me for the rest of my life. I’ll have the family I always wanted. We can be happy.

“You make it just as hard.” Sebastian lifted his head so their lips brushed together. “Inside and out.”

A rumble picked up in Douglas’ chest, primal and charged with lust. As they kissed, it buzzed in Sebastian’s lips and rattled his chest. Douglas was older, responsible, and sure of himself. He had his life laid out before him neatly while Sebastian’s was still up in the air, chaotic and undecided. If Sebastian let him, Douglas would take that uncertainty and do away with it. He wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore.

Nothing but how happy I can make him. How happy I can make my family.

The thought was too intoxicating to ignore. Sebastian let it wash through him, flooding his groin with a fresh surge of arousal that made him want more than ever to push against Douglas to let him feel how hard he was—how much he wanted this.

Their kiss gained momentum. Douglas’ hands plunged lower, exploring Sebastian’s hardness through the front of his jeans. Sebastian pushed against him, letting Douglas feel everything. The embarrassment was gone—desire had filled it and given him the support he needed to be confident. All Sebastian wanted was Douglas’ hands on him and their bodies united.

He’d never felt so connected to another person before.

Douglas’ hand groped and squeezed, chasing tiny moans from Sebastian’s lips. Sebastian pushed into his hand and thrust when Douglas clamped down, eager to show him how much Douglas turned him on. An older man. A father. A provider.

What more did he need?

The answer came when Douglas undid his fly and slipped his hand behind the denim of Sebastian’s jeans. With a panted gasp, Sebastian locked his arms around Douglas’ neck and bucked up into his hand. Without the denim to separate them, Douglas’ touch was that much more satisfying. The heat from his palm bridged them together, one body against another. The thin layer of cotton fabric blocking Sebastian from Douglas couldn’t block it out.

Before Sebastian knew it, his pants had hit the floor. The miniature speaker the baby monitor was hooked up to clicked when it met the hardwood. Sebastian didn’t give it a second thought. He was in the McAlpern house for Ian, but in that moment, his body was at Douglas’ service.

When Douglas rose up to tug at Sebastian’s boxer-briefs, Sebastian took him by the tie and brought him to a stop. Douglas looked down at him, eyes darkened with lust.

“Don’t be gentle,” Sebastian whispered.

The floodgates opened, and he knew that whatever happened next, he brought it upon himself.

Rough hands met his shoulders and spun him around. Those same hands grabbed his waist just a second later, and Sebastian sucked in a startled breath as his boxer-briefs were torn from his body. Douglas’ hands explored the curves of his ass. Sebastian helped him along by lifting himself by the knees, propping his ass up.

He almost didn’t hear it when Douglas’ clothes hit the floor with a soft plop, or when a plastic snap broke through the otherwise quiet bedroom. The memory of Douglas’ hands, so firm and demanding, brought Sebastian into a headspace he seldom got to visit.

Lust overcame higher senses and drowned out his surroundings. He gave himself over to it, allowing what was right to give way for what was needed. Arms folded in front of him, face lowered, Sebastian let Douglas explore.

And explore he did.

Fingers caressed his skin, testing the firmness of his cheeks before splitting them open. From the outer limits of Sebastian’s ass along the valley and around his entrance those same fingers traced, until at last they came to a stop where Sebastian’s balls hung. Douglas grasped each, rolling it in his palm as Sebastian moaned in total bliss. He longed for more, but Douglas was the one in charge, and he’d let Douglas lead the way.

When Douglas’ hand tired of Sebastian’s balls, it trailed back up to rim his entrance. Sebastian shuddered and dropped his head into his arms, hiding his face as he held back another deep gasp. The teasing brought him higher, and he worked himself back against Douglas’ fingers to demonstrate his willingness.

He looked fragile, but Sebastian refused to break. He wanted it as rough as Douglas would give it.

He wanted to know the things Douglas was capable of.

“Are you a virgin?” Douglas asked. His fingers continued to trace teasing circles, tempting Sebastian to push back against him and let them sink deep.

“No.”

Lube met Sebastian’s hole, and he opened himself to it. Douglas’ fingers pushed it in—two thick, sturdy digits—and curled in his ass as Sebastian let himself be claimed. The sudden fullness made his heart race. This was what he wanted.

With a groan, he pushed back against Douglas and sank him deeper. Douglas chuckled with dark delight.

“You’re ready for more already?”

“Yes.” There was no point in lying. Sebastian wanted him, and he wanted him badly. The pressure stretching his walls and threatening his prostate felt amazing, and he couldn’t help himself—he pushed back further until Douglas was as deep as he could go.

“Fuck.” Douglas sounded breathless. “You just… fuck.”

“You don’t have to be delicate.” It was partially a plea. Sebastian had been waiting so long for this that he couldn’t wait. He needed to work his pent-up lust for Douglas out of his system before he could do anything else. They needed to work it out together.

If Douglas had wanted him half as badly as Sebastian did, there was a lot of unresolved need to work through. After almost a month spent pining for each other, Sebastian wouldn’t let what they had fizzle. It was going to be red hot the entire night, even if they slowed down after their first orgasm.

Douglas’ fingers worked in slow circles, putting pressure where Sebastian needed it the most and denying him when he was most sensitive. The pleasure was exquisite, made even better by how infrequent and unpredictable it was. In defiance, Sebastian bore back against Douglas’ fingers and started to ride him, hoping he could keep their bodies together for that much longer.

He was only partially successful.

Nothing was going to feel right until Douglas’ thick cock was inside of him—until he knew what it felt like to be loved by the man he’d wanted since day one.

“Put it inside me,” Sebastian pleaded. He wasn’t above begging. “I need it. I need to—ahh.”

All at once, Douglas’ fingers withdrew, leaving him empty. There was the sound of rapidly torn packaging, then the wet noise of lubricated latex sliding down a hardened shaft. Sebastian lifted his ass eagerly, but Douglas wasn’t ready yet. He grabbed Sebastian by the waist and flipped him around so he was on his back, knees tented, cock bobbing over his stomach.

Douglas took one of Sebastian’s legs and lifted it over his shoulder. Sebastian’s body turned slightly to the side, and he was about to twist himself back when Douglas closed the space between them and let the tip of his sheathed cock prod at Sebastian’s hole.

“Oh!” Sebastian sucked in a breath from between his teeth. He wormed his hips, but Douglas had stolen most of his range of movement. What they did now was totally up to Douglas.

Douglas didn’t waste time.

Sebastian felt the pressure, and he gave in to it. Douglas sank into him, the fullness much more satisfying than it had been before. Sebastian cried out in bliss and squeezed his eyes shut. He rutted his hips as best he could, trying to help Douglas sink in.

Instinct had taken over. His body needed this.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Douglas pushed deeper. Sebastian stretched for him, the tension inside edging on painful. Douglas was big. He was big. Sebastian’s mind tripped over the fact, obsessing on it.

He was going to be so full.

The bedsprings squeaked as Douglas picked up the pace, his motions not hurried, but not gentle, either. Sebastian took him as best he could, grinding against Douglas’ body every chance he got. As Douglas made them one, he stroked himself, fanning the flames of his encroaching orgasm higher. The pleasure left him delirious.

Sebastian had slept with men before, but never like this—never with such stunning intensity. It wasn’t just his cock that needed more—his mind and his soul begged for more as well.

They were a perfect fit, not only in body, but in spirit.

Sebastian gave Douglas everything he had.

The bed rocked. Douglas bore into him, fucking him into the bed as best he could. Sebastian’s leg started to cramp, but he worked through the pain and wove it into his pleasure, allowing it to sharpen his highs and cap his lows.

They were going to be a family. He wasn’t going to be the nanny in the daycare group anymore—he was going to be the devoted boyfriend. Tears beaded in Sebastian’s eyes, and his body clenched up as Douglas’ cock slammed over and over against his prostate.

He came hard, barely catching his ejaculate in his hand before it made a mess of the bed. Inside of him, Douglas worked faster. Sebastian saw the tension in his face, and he felt the way Douglas’ shaft throbbed. If he wasn’t coming, he would be, and soon.

Minutes later, Douglas let go of his leg. They slumped down onto the bed together, Douglas kissing his lips lazily while he thrust in a slow, steady rhythm. Sebastian rocked back against him, matching his pace.

They came down from orgasm together.

“Happy birthday,” Sebastian whispered when Douglas’ hips stilled. Their bodies remained locked, and he hoped they would until Douglas grew too stiff to stay inside him. “As long as I’m in your bed, you can touch me however you want.”

“You’re spoiling an old man, did you know that?” Douglas kissed him again, and Sebastian sighed and kissed back.

Sebastian slept in Douglas’ bed that night. When Ian cried, they woke up and tended to him together—then went back to bed and fooled around until they fell asleep.

It was a fitful night, but it was one of the best of Sebastian’s life. He’d found where he belonged. And now that he was there, nestled in Douglas’ arms, he was never going to lose sight of it again.