Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys 7)

“I didn’t make you into anything,” Sebastian said. “You were just repressed as hell. It could have been anyone.”

“Maybe,” Vlad conceded. “But there’s this thing in me that blames you, because it’s not just anyone who makes me feel like a horny, obsessed schoolboy with one track mind. It’s you.”

Sebastian looked at him unblinkingly, a faint blush appearing on his pale cheeks. “I still don’t get where you’re going with this. Did you come here to beat me up? Again?”

“I came here because I couldn’t fucking stay away,” Vlad said, fingers stroking Sebastian’s throat. He wanted to suck a collar of bite marks around that neck, see how much suction it took to make Sebastian’s pale skin bloom in bruises. “I want you. I want to put my cock in you and keep putting it in you until I get sick of it, until I’m cured of this—this obsession with you. But I don’t want to be an asshole. I want to make sure you understand that I’m not—that this isn’t more than that.” He looked Sebastian in the eye. “Kick me out now if you aren’t okay with it.”

He watched Sebastian’s Adam’s apple move.

He couldn’t read Sebastian’s face as he said, “You’re saying you want no-strings-attached sex. You basically want to fuck me out of your system.”

It sounded like a statement, but Vlad responded, “Yes.”

“Because you have too much baggage and you can’t offer more.”

“Yes.”

“And if—if I agree to this, I won’t have to deal with your gay freak-outs. You will go freak out about it somewhere else.”

“Essentially.”

“And you won’t take out your anger on me.”

Vlad winced inwardly. That wouldn’t be easy, but he was determined not to do it. “No.”

“You won’t make feel like shit. No more homophobic slurs.”

Vlad looked Sebastian in the eye. “I’ll try.”

“I...” Sebastian chewed on his lip. “I don’t know.” He smiled a little crookedly. “This is kind of unexpected. I expected you to be too deep in denial to even admit you were attracted to me. I definitely didn’t expect to have a serious, adult talk with you that didn’t end in insults.”

Vlad smiled back. “The night is still young.”

Sebastian laughed. Immediately, he flushed, covering his mouth with his hand, clearly self-conscious about his awkward squawk of a laugh.

Vlad found himself smiling wider. It was a relief to see that Sebastian didn’t have a perfect, beautiful laugh to match his looks.

“So,” Vlad said, keeping his hands still with conscious effort on his part. They wanted to wander and touch all that exposed smooth skin.

“So,” Sebastian repeated, putting his hands on Vlad’s bare chest. Vlad’s heart thundered under his palm. Sebastian lifted his gaze and wet his lips with his tongue. “No strings attached?”

“No strings attached,” Vlad said, his eyes dropping to Sebastian’s lips.

Sebastian was the one to lean in and fit their mouths together—and the tension that had Vlad’s insides twisted up all week finally bled out. This was what he’d been craving, that mouth. Cradling Sebastian’s face, Vlad kissed him back thoroughly, curling his tongue around Sebastian’s.

“Fuck,” Sebastian said when they finally parted for air. He was breathing hard, eyes glassy, lips red and shiny with spit.

“Yeah,” Vlad croaked, staring.

They moved as one, smashing their lips together again, hungry, impatient, and clumsy. Moaning, Sebastian moved fully into Vlad’s lap, their bare chests pressing together and causing delicious tremors all over Vlad’s body. Fuck, Vlad had never wanted to consume a person like this, lay them out and have them in every way a person could be had. He wanted to understand Sebastian’s mind, wanted to mark him up from head to toe, get inside him and thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Want you,” Vlad said, nibbling along Sebastian’s jawline. “Wanna fuck you. Please.”

“Okay,” Sebastian said, falling back on the mattress and pulling Vlad on top of him.

The foreplay was short, clumsy and impatient. Vlad would have been embarrassed if Sebastian wasn’t equally awkward and impatient. They kissed and groped each other like horny adolescents, moaning and panting into each other’s mouths.

“Suck my cock?” Sebastian murmured against his lips, sending a shock of arousal through Vlad’s body.

He looked down at the red, hard cock standing proud against Sebastian’s abs. It looked so…depraved. His mouth watered.

Vlad leaned down and swallowed as much of the cock as he could. Sebastian whined above him, fingers digging into Vlad’s shoulders, spurring him on. Vlad closed his eyes and sucked.

Faggot, the familiar voice in his head said. Cocksucker.

Ignoring it, Vlad sucked harder, oddly turned on by the obscenity of the act. He liked the way the cock stretched his lips, the taste of it, the scent of male arousal. Sucking cock felt wrong but right at the same time—satisfying—and he found himself moaning around the length. His fingers massaged Sebastian’s thighs as he bobbed his head up and down, enjoying the sounds coming from his mouth as he sucked, licked, and hummed around the cock, ignoring his own, which was painfully hard, too.