by R. Cayden
They stayed like that, Seb’s ass riding Declan’s cock so slowly and gently, Declan could almost convince himself it wasn’t happening. He felt like a teenager, horny and consumed by what he wanted. The world started to disappear around them, and when he took in a deep breath, Seb’s sweet scent sent Declan’s desire rocketing.
He began to match Seb’s rhythm, his hips steady against the younger man’s backside. As Declan tightened his embrace, Seb reached an arm back and stroked it through Declan’s hair.
“Seb,” Declan whispered, his voice raspy against his client’s ear.
He wanted to resist. He wanted to leave Seb as pure and good as he found him. But there was no hiding any longer, not now that they were touching. The truth was hotter every second. Perspiration dotted Declan’s forehead as he pressed his hand against Seb’s chest, fondling the soft fabric of his T-shirt, then groping the firm pressure of his pecs.
“Oh my god,” Seb gasped, thrusting his ass back harder. “Oh my god.”
They gyrated together, Seb’s tensing body like an instrument in Declan’s hands. He brushed his palm across Seb’s chest and trailed his fingers down to his abs, and with every touch, Seb twitched and whimpered in response. The tip of Declan’s cock was rubbed raw by his sweatpants and the steady pressure Seb writhed against him. Seb’s toes curled against Declan’s hairy legs, and when Declan let out a low growl of desire, Seb grabbed his hand tight.
“You want this?” Declan asked, his hand lingering at the waistband of Seb’s pajamas.
“Yes!” Seb gasped. “Please!’
The way he begged that word, please, unleashed Declan. He shoved his hand down Seb’s pants, then began to knead his dick, already stiff. The shaft was soft in Declan’s rough hand, and when he closed his fist, Seb began to jerk his hips faster. Declan rubbed precum from Seb’s tip down his length, but he could still feel how rough and hot the friction was between them, and he loosened his grip to massage Seb’s shaft with gentle swirls of his hand, up and down.
Declan’s dick was thick and pulsing against Seb’s ass, but he wasn’t thinking about his own release. He just matched Seb’s thrusting and focused his attention on bringing the younger man exactly what he needed.
Seb rode down harder and harder against Declan’s ass, and when Declan started to grab at his chest and squeeze at his nipples, Seb’s whole body tensed. Declan squeezed lightly on Seb’s dick and rubbed his thumb across the slick head, and when he started to bounce his fist down Seb’s length again, the orgasm finally shot through.
“Oh god,” Seb gasped, twitching as he shot one thick spray after another into Declan’s palm. “Oh god!”
Declan held him tight, letting every tremble of pleasure spark across his skin before he loosened his embrace. Seb’s orgasm brought him a deep pleasure and satisfaction. Declan could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the quiver of pleasure humming between them.
“Good boy,” Declan whispered in Seb’s ear. When Seb didn’t respond, he worried for a second that he might have gone too far, that Seb wouldn’t appreciate the familiar comment. But then Seb turned to his side, and Declan saw his face.
Dots of sweat formed on Seb’s temples, and his cheeks were pink. He darted his tongue along his bottom lip, and Declan noticed the way his teeth peeked out, flashing white. Declan reached out with his clean hand, then brushed the hair out of Seb’s face.
“Thank you,” Seb whispered.
They held each other’s gaze, and Declan realized he didn’t have the usual urge to run away. He didn’t even care that his balls were still aching and heavy. He was just glad to have given Seb something.
And more than some quick orgasm, he found himself just wanting to stay.
“Sure,” Declan answered. “Yeah, thanks.” He grabbed a tissue from the counter to wipe his hand but kept Seb’s eye.
He wasn’t sure what he was thanking Seb for, exactly, but before he could think about it really, Seb leaned forward and distracted him with a soft kiss, right on Declan’s cheek.
Declan swallowed. He wanted to dive down, to take Seb into a long, wet kiss, but for some reason, he felt like he didn’t know how. Instead, Ellie barked, breaking the silence.
“Ellie,” Seb said, leaning up on his elbow again.
Declan glanced out the window and saw the sun peaking up over the trees. “I should get out there, do a check,” he muttered. “I can take her out.”
“Sure,” Seb answered quietly. “If you’d like.”
Declan nodded, then pulled himself out of bed. “You need anything?” he asked. “We shouldn’t be gone too long.”
Seb shook his head. Still in bed, still half-covered by the blankets, he looked to Declan like one of the most precious fucking things in the whole world. “No,” he said. “I’m good, thanks.”
Declan nodded, then scooped up Ellie. He felt dizzy from whatever had just happened, but fully awake, like something had ignited in him.
He paused in the doorway, then turned back to Seb. “Morning, Seb,” he said.
Seb smiled. “Morning, Declan.”
Sebastian
For a few glorious hours that morning, Seb was actually able to get some work done. His coffee brought him a few flashes of inspiration, and all at once, the equations and strings of code he had been squinting at all week seemed clear again, the problems exciting and fresh.
And then, right after polishing off the salad he had for lunch, everything got cloudy again.
It started with an itch in the back of his brain. Had Seb and Declan really done what Seb remembered them doing? He would have expected to feel embarrassed about it, and it was only once he was alone in the shower that he realized he should have offered the same to Declan, instead of just humping his fist like a horny teenager.
But somehow, the way Declan acted, Seb didn’t feel embarrassed. When he stumbled out of the shower, Declan had already whipped up some breakfast for the both of them, and they chatted easily about the day ahead. Almost like he hadn’t just held a handful of Seb’s cum, Declan kept his eye steady when he explained the plan for Ellie, how he had arranged some dog food with the morning’s delivery and a visit from a vet while they tracked down her owners.
And just like magic, Seb had eased into Declan’s confidence and felt a little more confident himself.
The afternoon wearing on, he sighed and flipped through a few pages in his notebook. Seb had always thought Alexandria was being ridiculous when she claimed that she needed to have sex in order to clear her head, but now he was wondering if there was actually something to that.
Not that Seb and Declan had actually had sex with each other. Not exactly, at least. But Seb had never gone any further than masturbation with another guy, so the release he felt with Declan’s hand around his cock was still pretty mind-blowing.
He flattened his palm against the desk, and he spread his fingers. He thought again about Declan’s arm, wrapped across his chest and holding him still. And Declan’s hand, rough and callused, but somehow, with the leak of precum, perfect against Seb’s tender skin.
Seb shuddered, then closed his notebook. It was ridiculous to pretend he was going to get any more work done, now that the fantasies had started filling his brain again. Instead, he decided a friendly visit to Ellie was in order.
Declan answered the knock on the doors to his wing immediately, Ellie yipping at his feet. Seb dropped down to his knees to offer his hand to the puppy, who immediately nipped at it and then stuck her nose out, begging for a pet.
“Hey there girl,” Seb laughed. “We find your parents yet?”
“Not yet,” Declan answered, then glanced over his shoulder.
Seb looked up and noticed that Declan was distracted. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time. I didn’t mean to disturb.”
“No problem,” Declan said. “Just left the stove on. Here, you want to come in?”
“Oh, sure,” Seb said, heat pinking his cheeks.
Of course, Seb owned that wing, just lik
e the rest of the house. It was filled with his furniture, his towels and blankets and vases, or at least the ones that an interior decorator had picked out for him. But as he followed along, he felt very much like he was entering into Declan’s home and seeing the rooms for the first time.
It was a little messy, but still organized. There was a pot of water boiling on the stove in the small kitchenette, and when Seb peeked, he saw a few eggs rolling around and clattering at the bottom of the pot. Across the room, the television was on in the lounging area, but muted, and the military men on the screen fired their guns and fled explosions in silence. Seb noticed that a blanket was spread on the ground for Ellie, and based on the additional blanket hanging to dry near the window, Declan had been working behind the scenes to clean up after her.
Seb turned to his bodyguard. His hair was swooped back and still a little wet from his shower. A plain black sweater fit snugly over his muscles, and Seb was struck by how handsome Declan looked in it. The sharp lines of his face and the silver of his stubble caught his attention all over again, twisting his breath tight.
“None of the neighbors are claiming Ellie,” Declan said. He dropped to his knees to pet the puppy, who licked at his hand. “If you’re comfortable staying here by yourself, I can put some posters up, or we could call someone else to do it.”
Seb nodded quickly. “I’m fine alone for a bit,” he said, forcing his voice to keep steady. He’d thought clearly through the situation and knew he was safe. Now that he was closer to Declan, he felt it was important to show he wasn’t some scared kid, even though anxiety still gripped him from the inside when he thought of being alone. “Thanks for checking, though.”
Declan nodded quickly, then rose to his feet. “I’ll take care of her, so you can focus on your work,” he said with a nod. “How’s it going, by the way?”
Seb shrugged. “Fine, I guess. I made a little progress this morning.”
Declan gestured to the small dining table, set against the wall with a couple of chairs. Seb took one of the chairs, then leaned down to pet Ellie and give her some attention while she was still around.
“I saw those guys from your dad’s company sent some boxes over yesterday,” Declan said, taking a seat himself. “The delivery man acted like it was pretty important.”
Seb wondered if, beneath his rough surface, Declan was also distracted, thinking about that morning. “Yeah,” he answered. “It’s just some new lab results, though, nothing too exciting. People like the delivery man just get excited because my dad’s name is involved.”
“Must be something else,” Declan said, leaning back in his chair.
“How do you mean?”
“Growing up with a man like your father. You must see all kinds of things.”
Seb shrugged. “I guess. It just seems kind of normal to me. He’s been that way my entire life. I don’t remember a Christmas that didn’t include at least one senator or a family dinner that went uninterrupted by his assistants.”
Declan chuckled. “Damn, but that would ever piss me off.”
Seb was surprised to hear Declan’s reaction. Most people ended up asking him questions about helicopter rides and private resorts, but no one except Alexandria had understood immediately how difficult life under his father actually was. “Why would it piss you off?” he asked.
Ellie started to lick at Declan’s sock while they sat there, and Declan stretched his hand down to scratch behind her ear. “Back when I was a kid, my pops was in charge of the family business. It meant no one treated me like my damn self. Everyone was always trying to suck up to him by sucking up to me or lying to me because they were scared of him. I couldn’t even go to dinner at my grandpa’s house without someone trying to play me off my pops.” He shook his head quickly. “It’s the kind of thing that will drive you out of your mind. I can’t imagine how much worse it would be if my father were a fucking billionaire, too.”
“He’s not a billionaire, not quite,” Seb objected, although his father’s wealth was staggering enough that the distinction didn’t truly matter. “But yes. I remember when I was twelve, one of the other boys in my school started inviting me to parties. I thought for a minute that I had made my first real friends, but soon enough, I realized his dad was making him do it in hopes my father would give him a promotion.”
As soon as he told the story, Seb felt a wave of embarrassment. It’s not like he’d given Declan the impression he was a social butterfly, but he hadn’t intended to share how much of a loser he had been growing up.
“Well shit,” Declan said. “Fuck that guy.”
Seb felt warmth pool at his core. “Yeah, he was a real asshole.”
Declan held Seb’s eye, sending a shiver down his spine. “You want to know how I got this?” he asked, touching the scar on his neck.
Seb nodded quickly. Being so ignorant of the conditions of Declan’s life had given him plenty of opportunity to imagine the worst.
“I was about your age,” Declan said. “Not much older. My pops and my uncle were fighting over the family business. Stupid me, I thought I could keep my head out of it. But then I’m out drinking one night, and my cousin Seth, my uncle’s kid, starts messing with me. He and his friends got to shoving me around, saying the fact that I was gay meant I was an embarrassment to the family. I could have just walked away, and I would have, but then they turned their attention to one of my friends, a scrawny guy not even mixed up in the business.”
Declan sucked on his teeth for a minute, staring off into space. Seb tried not to get caught up on the fact that he had just acknowledged he was gay. Sure, they’d had that moment in bed, but Seb knew there was a big difference between experimenting and actually living out of the closet.
“It went fast from there,” Declan continued. “I shoved one guy, and he shoved me back. We started yelling and throwing punches. I would have fought our way out of there, too, but they lunged at my friend, and I was blinded by my rage. When I came to, I had two black eyes and this.”
He laid his hand on his scar, his fingers tracing over the edge of it.
“That’s awful,” Seb said. “I’m so sorry it happened to you.” His heart ached. Seb had known that a man like Declan could be hurt, of course, the same as anyone else, but the tinge of pain in Declan’s eyes still caught him off guard.
“It’s nothing,” he answered, dismissing the story with a wave of his hand. “All I mean to say is, it’s a hell of a thing to be defined by your father.”
“A hell of a thing,” Seb agreed, tasting the man’s words on his lips.
He paused for a second and felt an urge to tell Declan his secret, the big one that he had only shared with Alexandria. He had a plan to come out from under his father’s shadow, a plan that he knew would succeed. But even though he felt intense, almost fierce trust for the man who had saved him, Seb still hesitated to share his most precious secret.
“I should probably get back to work,” he said instead, aware that he was in Declan’s wing of the house and that the bodyguard might have other things to do with his day.
“You think you’ll be able to concentrate, now that you’ve had a break?” Declan asked as they both rose to their feet.
Seb swallowed. He let his gaze linger on Declan’s biceps, thick with muscles, and then up to the square cut of his jaw. “Maybe…” he answered.
“Sometimes,” Declan answered, leaning back in his chair, “clearing your head is the most important part of getting anything done.”
Heat flushed Seb’s face as he thought about exactly how true that statement was and how desperate he was for another release like Declan had given him that morning. He never was much good at lying, however, and horrible at hiding his feelings when it came to things like sex, especially. And Declan, street smart and sharp, must have read Seb’s face like an open book.
“Oh,” Declan said with a half grin. “Is that why you were able to work this morning?”
Seb scratched the back of his head, fl
ustered and shy. “It’s not like that…”
The laugh that came out of Declan was quick and easy, and Ellie twitched her head up in response. “Listen, Seb, it’s nothing to worry about. Probably not a smart idea for either of us, but we’re holed up in this house together. It’s a high-tension situation. Things like that tend to happen.”
“What?” Seb asked. “Are you saying that all the bank robbers and carjackers are doing… that together?”
Declan laughed even louder that time. “You’d be surprised.”
Seb shook his head again, tension itching down his spine even as he held onto a glimmer of hope that their brief connection that morning was more than just release. “I guess I haven’t been in too many high-tension situations before. Not like this, at least.”
They started to walk slowly to the door, Seb’s blood thumping in his ears. The urge to throw himself at Declan grew stronger and stronger, and when he spotted Declan glancing down, Seb’s knees went wobbly.
Declan paused by the door, then crossed his arms over his chest. “People change under pressure. They do all kinds of things you wouldn’t expect.”
Seb closed his fingers against his palm. Naturally, his brain started to trace over what exactly all kinds of things might be. Things that would involve Declan’s hands or Seb’s mouth. Things like crawling up the man’s chest and giving himself over, again and again.
They stood there, inches away, but neither one of them moving.
“Not that I’ve ever done a thing like that with a client before,” Declan added.
Seb blinked and grabbed onto the self-confidence that Declan had started to nurture in him. “Probably none of your other clients have been as cute as I am, to be fair.” He lit up inside when he said it, the thrill of flirting almost making him giggle.
Declan laughed loudly, clearly pleased. “You have no idea how true that is.” He ran a hand through his hair, his mouth still cocked up in a grin. “I’m glad you’re chill. Wouldn’t want things to be awkward around the house.”
