Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys 7)

God, Sebastian fucking hated this man. “What happened to your dedication not to be a homophobic ass?”

Vlad turned his head. Their couches were about five feet apart, but suddenly all Sebastian could see were the other man’s startlingly blue eyes. They threw him off every time. A bully like Vlad wasn’t supposed to have such nice eyes. It was weird and ill fitting—and just unfair.

“I didn’t know painting nails was something homophobic,” Vlad said.

“Don’t play dumb,” Sebastian said.

Vlad smiled. “But I’m a dumb Russian you need to lecture and educate,” he said, his accent far heavier than usual.

“Urgh!” Sebastian grabbed a decorative pillow and threw it at his head. Hermione meowed, sinking her claws into his chest. Sebastian hissed in pain. “Fuck!”

Vlad laughed.

Sebastian threw another pillow at him, which the asshole caught. Fuck his reflexes.

“I hate stereotypes,” Sebastian said. “Telling a gay—or bi—man to go paint his nails is very ignorant, to say the least. Yes, there are gay men who like painting their nails, but newsflash: there are straight men who like it, too!”

Vlad groaned and closed his eyes. “I didn’t fucking sign up for this,” he said. “You’re such a self-righteous bore. Aren’t you supposed to be a constantly stoned model with two brain cells and—”

“Urgh, just shut up!” The next thing he knew Sebastian was on top of Vlad, trying to claw his eyes out. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! You’re so dumb it’s—Urgh! I can’t fucking stand you—”

In one swift move, Vlad grabbed his flailing arms and rolled them over, pinning Sebastian down with his heavy body.

“Let go,” Sebastian gritted out, panting and trying to throw the tosser off.

Vlad snorted. “You can’t even throw a punch like a man and then you tell me not to believe in stereotypes.”

“I don’t know how to throw a punch because I don’t believe in violence, not because of some macho bullshit!”

“Sure,” Vlad said, and was he looking at his lips?

“Are you looking at my lips?”

Vlad’s gaze snapped back to his eyes. He scowled. “Actually, yes. I was thinking how unnaturally red your lips look. You look like a painted whore.”

Sebastian took a deep breath and counted to ten.

“I’ve never despised anyone as much as I despise you,” he said, very calmly. He scrunched up his nose. “I can’t believe I had your cock in my mouth. I want to throw up just thinking about it.”

Vlad opened his mouth and closed it. “The sentiment is mutual, trust me.”

“Good,” he spit out.

“Great.”

Sebastian lifted his chin. “Perfect.”

“Fantastic.”

Sebastian glared.

Vlad smiled smugly.

Urgh—

Their lips collided in a wet, messy, awful kiss. It was truly awful, because Sebastian hated, hated, hated this man, absolutely despised him, but he wanted his mouth, his tongue in his own mouth, couldn’t help but suck on it and make inhuman noises, yanking Vlad closer, on top of him, blunt nails raking over Vlad’s back, digging and tugging.

Vlad pulled back, swore in Russian before diving back in, biting and sucking on his lips. Sebastian moaned, sucking on Vlad’s tongue and raking his fingers over Vlad’s short hair. God, he wanted a fuck. He wanted a hard, dirty fuck so badly he was shaking with it.

Something crashed.

“Oh,” Luke’s voice said faintly.

Panting, they jerked apart.

Luke was staring at them with wide eyes, his coffee mug on the floor.

Vlad rolled off him and sprang to his feet.

Slowly, as if in a daze, Sebastian sat up. His face was so hot he probably looked like a tomato. Fuck, he’d never been so embarrassed in his life. What must Luke be thinking of him…Luke knew what a homophobic asshole Vlad was.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Sebastian said lamely, brushing his fringe off his eyes. He needed a haircut and possibly a therapist. What the hell had he been thinking, snogging that awful man?

“That’s none of my business,” Luke said, looking almost as embarrassed and uncomfortable as Sebastian felt. “I’ll go—”

“Wait!” Sebastian said, springing to his feet. “You don’t have to go—you aren’t interrupting anything important.”

Luke cast him a dubious look.

“I can’t stand him!” Sebastian said and hey, he didn’t sound all that defensive.

“The feeling’s mutual,” Vlad grunted without looking his way.

“See!” Sebastian said, nodding and grinning like a madman. “It was a mistake and it was disgusting. Worst kiss of my life, honestly.” He pretended the situation in his pants didn’t exist.

Vlad snorted. “Same here. I’m not a fa—gay man.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“Sure, Vlad,” Luke said with a crooked smile. He ran his hand through his golden curls, still looking a little uncomfortable. “Actually, can I talk to you, Seb? Alone?”

Sebastian cringed inwardly. Talking about it was the last thing he wanted. But Luke was his host and a friend—sort of. It would be impolite to say no.

Sebastian nodded reluctantly. “Sure.”

Vlad stalked out of the room without another word. Ass.

“Look,” Sebastian said once they were alone. He gave an awkward smile. “We really don’t need to have this talk. I know he’s a homophobic jackass. It was a mistake, really. Never going to happen again.”