Gratefully His

by Lane, Shawn;

  “Come in.”

  He twisted the knob and found Sebastian sitting on the edge of the bed. Not a good place to find someone when thoughts of burying yourself deep inside them wouldn’t leave your mind, Pablo decided. Perhaps he should make up some lame reason for coming into the room and then go back the way he came.

  “Can we talk?” he asked.

  Sebastian glanced up at him, his blue eyes wide with uncertainty. And something else Pablo couldn’t quite figure out. He wanted to, though. Pablo slid the lock to the bathroom door as he also made sure the door out to the hallway had also been locked. They were about to have an important conversation and he didn’t want Hector or Mama to interrupt and freak Sebastian out.

  “You okay?” Pablo sat next to him, the weight of him squishing the mattress down.

  He nodded, but he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. “Just thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “What we were talking about. You know, before dinner.”

  “Is there something you want to say, Sebastian?”

  Sebastian let out a shaky breath. “When I was sixteen you kissed me.”

  Not quite what he had expected, but Pablo went with it. “Yes.”

  “But you never…I mean, then nothing. You didn’t talk to me or do it again or even acknowledge it.”

  Pablo sighed. “I shouldn’t have kissed you that day.”

  “Oh.”

  “It’s not what you think, cariño. You were too young and too uncertain and you were seeing CeCe. It was wrong.”

  “Then why?” Sebastian whispered.

  “I was really attracted to you, I wanted you, and I just couldn’t resist you that day.”

  Sebastian wouldn’t look at him, but he said, “I was attracted to you then, too.”

  “How come you haven’t told anyone?” he asked gently.

  “That I’m gay?”

  Pablo reached for his hand, held it. “Yes.”

  “Scared, I guess. What’s everyone going to think?”

  “So no one knows? Not even Hector?”

  Sebastian shook his head. “No. I sometimes go to San Francisco on the weekends to a club there. That’s where I meet guys.”

  “You use protection, I hope.”

  “Yeah, always.”

  “Good.” He squeezed Sebastian’s hand. “You know Hector would be totally cool, right? And me. Mama, too.”

  Sebastian’s bottom lip trembled. “It was just easier not to tell anyone. But it’s killing me. I’m depressed all the time. I don’t know how much longer I can pretend.”

  “Then stop, Sebastian. It’s okay.” He put his arms around Sebastian, intending to offer him comfort, a shoulder to cry on, should he need it. But Sebastian’s chin came up just as he drew the younger man to him, putting his lips within kissing distance. Just like in the pool, Pablo knew he should resist. But just like back then, he didn’t.

  Pablo covered Sebastian’s lips with his.

  Chapter 3

  Sebastian briefly wondered if he was dreaming when Pablo kissed him. He’d dreamed of such a kiss ever since he was sixteen. Well, maybe before that.

  And just like before, the kiss was not sweet or hesitant but possessive, demanding, all consuming. It felt that way, too. That Pablo would consume him. Sebastian decided that was okay with him.

  He opened his mouth under the assault, thrilling to the feel of Pablo’s tongue rubbing along his. Sebastian heard himself moan and he fisted Pablo’s T-shirt, trying to pull the man closer still.

  Pablo lowered him to the mattress and lay on top of him, entwining their legs, grinding their pelvises. Sebastian’s cock felt harder and more constrained against his briefs than he could ever remember.

  Sebastian tore his mouth away from Pablo’s, gasping for air. As Pablo’s lips returned to his almost immediately, the man slipped a hand between them and squeezed the hard ridge in Sebastian’s jeans.

  “Please,” Sebastian begged against Pablo’s mouth. He wanted to be naked beneath Pablo, wanted Pablo to be driving into him over and over until their bodies were slicked with sweat. And he wanted it now.

  Pablo drew back just enough to frame Sebastian’s jaw with his other hand. “I want you so much.”

  “Yes.”

  Pablo crushed their mouths together, then ran his tongue along Sebastian’s trembling bottom lip. “I’ve got lube and condoms back in my room. I’ll be back in less than ten seconds.”

  All Sebastian could do was nod. Pablo moved off him and he immediately sat up to yank off his T-shirt. His fingers were on the snaps of his jeans when Pablo came back, shirtless, holding a bottle of lube and a strip of about five condoms.

  He was about to say something about way too many condoms when Pablo stripped out of his sweatpants, revealing his very large, very erect cock jutting out between two muscular golden brown thighs. Sebastian’s mouth went dry.

  Pablo now wore only that sexy slightly curved smile. “Allow me.”

  He strutted over to the bed, tossed the condoms and lube next to Sebastian, and grabbed the waistbands of Sebastian’s jeans and briefs. Sebastian lifted up enough to make it easier to tug the garments off. Pablo left them on the floor at the foot of the bed.

  Sebastian had to fight the urge to cover up. He wasn’t rail thin or anything, but he knew his pale slim body didn’t compare to Pablo’s muscular, perfect body.

  “Gorgeous,” Pablo said softly. “You’re beautiful, cariño.”

  He shook to his very toes at both the smoldering look in Pablo’s eyes and the softly spoken, near-reverent endearment.

  Sebastian realized that though he’d had plenty of sex, he’d never had any guy look at him the way Pablo had just then. His breath catching just a little, Sebastian hitched his legs up, holding them spread wide with an arm tucked under each thigh.

  Pablo picked up the lube and squirted some from the bottle. One of his hands slid along Sebastian’s inner thigh causing goose bumps to appear on the sensitive flesh. The other hand moved to Sebastian’s hole, a slippery finger pushing inside.

  He let out a shaky breath and forced himself to relax. He wasn’t a virgin or anything. But this was different. This wasn’t just some random hookup. This was Pablo.

  A second finger joined the first, both long and slender, probing up to the knuckles. Sebastian’s eyelids grew heavy and he forced them to remain open. He wanted to see everything Pablo did to him. Maybe this would be his only time with Pablo.

  Pablo met his gaze and smiled. “A third or…”

  Sebastian shook his head. “Now. Please. Fuck me.”

  Pablo’s fingers withdrew and he stepped back enough to roll the condom over his impressively large dick. After squirting out more lube and coating himself with it, Pablo aimed his cock at Sebastian’s entrance.

  Spreading his legs as far apart as he could manage, Sebastian blew out a breath as the man’s thick cock pushed inside him. He was a little stunned when his muscles stretched to accommodate the intrusion pretty well. Pablo pressed in, sliding home, deeply imbedded in Sebastian’s ass.

  For a moment neither of them moved. They stayed just as they were, joined. Then Sebastian couldn’t stand it and he shifted ever so slightly. He hadn’t believed Pablo could be any deeper in him, but the slight shift proved otherwise. A moan escaped from his lips.

  Pablo’s hands gripped Sebastian’s legs as he pulled back, almost out, then thrust forward. He grunted like some ancient gladiator as he repeated the out and in, over and over, slamming into Sebastian with enough force to not only shake the bed but to move it.

  Sebastian moved one of his hands over to encircle his dick, his fingers curving tightly around the head. He brushed his thumb across the crown, sending shockwaves throughout his body. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Pablo’s cock stroked his prostate.

  “Pablo, oh my God.”

  Pablo answered with another gladiator grunt and sped up his powerful thrusts. Jerking furiously on his own dick, Sebastian clenche
d around the cock ramming his ass. He was spiraling out of control and he knew by the tingly feeling in his shaft and the unbearable tightening of his balls, his orgasm was imminent.

  “Uhh.” Cum erupted from his dick, coating his fingers and splattering his stomach. Pablo’s eyes closed and then with three more hard thrusts, he tensed and cried out his own release.

  Pablo pulled out of him almost immediately and disappeared for a minute or so. Sebastian thought he should probably move. At the moment he lay with his wobbly legs half off the bed and his hand and stomach covered in cum. He yawned, unable to make himself move.

  Sebastian’s eyes flew open when he felt a warm, wet cloth rub across his stomach, then down lower to wash over his cock and balls. Pablo smiled at him.

  “Thanks,” Sebastian said, smiling back, perhaps a little bit in awe. No one had ever bothered to take care of him after. Hell, half the time he didn’t even get the name of the guy.

  “Why don’t you get under the covers? I’ll be back in a second.”

  And Pablo was gone again. Sebastian forced his body to move up the bed, and he pulled back the sheets and blanket and slipped under them, naked. Was Pablo coming back to sleep with him? Sebastian hoped so.

  He fluffed his pillow a bit and waited. And waited. His gut rolled a little in disappointment. Maybe Pablo wasn’t coming back after all. Although, he’d said—

  Pablo stepped into the bedroom once more. He wore a pair of loose fitting blue gym shorts, but remained shirtless. With no hesitation at all, Pablo headed for Sebastian’s bed, pulled back the covers, and lay down next to him.

  Sebastian hid his smile behind a yawn. “I hope Hector and your mom didn’t hear us.”

  Pablo’s chest rumbled with a chuckle as he pulled Sebastian against him, wrapping an arm tight around his middle. “You were kind of loud.”

  “Me?” Sebastian squeaked. “You were making noises like you were some Roman gladiator fighting off a lion.”

  “A lion?” Pablo shook his head. “A cute little house cat, maybe. And I don’t think either of us did much fighting.”

  “Well, yeah.” He wasn’t sure how he felt about being compared to a house cat, but Pablo did say he was cute. That had to count. Noticing the overhead light was on and shining in his eyes, Sebastian frowned. “Gotta turn off the light.”

  Reluctantly he left Pablo’s arms and scooted out of bed. The light switch was across the room next to the door and he was completely aware Pablo had a very good view of his bare ass.

  “You keep strutting around naked like this, you may not get any sleep,” Pablo said from the bed.

  Sebastian flicked off the light and hurried back to the bed, bouncing on the mattress as he reached Pablo, who quickly covered him with the sheet and blanket. He sighed contentedly as the man once more drew him close.

  “I’ve never done this before,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

  “Hmm?” Pablo’s hand, which had been gently rubbing along his spine, stilled on his back.

  Sebastian laughed. It came out as sort of a giggle, so he covered his mouth quickly, then cleared his throat. “I meant I’ve never slept with a guy. I mean sleep with him. In bed. Together. Like this.”

  “Ah, makes sense. I guess if all you’re used to is hookups you wouldn’t.”

  “Yeah, no. Never. Most of the time I was grabbing my underwear and getting dressed as I ran to their front door.” He felt his face warm in the dark. Silly to blush when Pablo couldn’t even see. “I’m not a slut or anything.”

  “I never thought you were. But you’re young and experimenting. It’s pretty normal.”

  Sebastian bit his bottom lip and nodded. “Um, so, you know. How much experimenting did you do?”

  Pablo shrugged. “Some.”

  Well, that was certainly vague. Sebastian wondered if “some” was in between virginal and raging slut. Probably.

  “When was your first?” he asked.

  Pablo didn’t answer for a while and Sebastian thought either he had fallen asleep or just didn’t want to talk about it. But then Pablo shifted his arm just a little to squeeze around Sebastian’s middle a bit tighter.

  “My first was when I was sixteen,” he said finally.

  “Wow, young.” He thought about Pablo kissing him when he was sixteen and he wondered if he would have been ready for something like this then. Sebastian didn’t think so.

  “Yeah. An older guy. Someone I worked with after school. I already knew I was gay and we’d both done a bit of flirting. One day we were in the back of the warehouse and we both sort of got carried away. We didn’t have lube or condoms and it was pretty awkward and messy.”

  Sebastian wrinkled his nose. “Doesn’t sound so great.”

  Pablo chuckled. “No, it wasn’t. Luckily I tried it again and it got better. How about you, squirt? When was your first time?”

  “Squirt?” Sebastian straightened indignantly and glared down at the man in the dark. “Who you calling squirt?”

  Pablo laughed. “Kitty has claws. I like squirt, though. It suits you, being so cute and all.”

  There he was calling him cute again. Sebastian thought squirt was probably not something he should like but he sort of did, in an odd way. Great. When did he get this pathetic, anyway?

  Pablo leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “So? Tell me about your first. I know I was your first kiss.”

  “Well, first guy kiss. CeCe was my first kiss.”

  “I know. I always felt like an ass for kissing my sister’s boyfriend.”

  Sebastian toyed with the few wiry hairs on Pablo’s chest. “I think some part of her knew even without me telling her.”

  “That we kissed?”

  He shook his head. “No, about being gay. She never said anything. Never has still. But she knew our seeing each other was more like friends.”

  Pablo blew out a long breath. “I always wanted to ask but I haven’t. So you and CeCe never?”

  “No,” Sebastian said. “We kissed, held hands. But no we never had sex. We broke up right after high school graduation.”

  “Who was your first then?” Pablo asked again.

  “A bouncer at a club. I got a fake ID to go there. I knew a guy up at Stanford who could get real-looking fakes or so he said. Looked real to me. So, I showed up to this club. Didn’t tell anyone I was going.” Sebastian sighed. “Guy wasn’t fooled at all. He told me to come with him. I thought I was so busted. But he took me into a back room of the club.” He knew he was blushing in the dark again. “Told me to suck him. I kept gagging and he was getting mad.”

  “Son of a bitch.”

  He nodded. “Yeah. After a while he got frustrated with that and pushed me down on some old table, pulled down my pants and fucked me.”

  “Did you even enjoy that? Because it sounds a bit like force to me.”

  “I was more startled than anything. I’d sort of practiced with butt plugs and dildos before that. But it wasn’t terrible. After he got himself off, he did jerk me off.”

  “I still don’t like him,” Pablo said.

  Sebastian laughed. “Thanks. Things have gotten way better since then.”

  Pablo’s hand slid over Sebastian’s back, inched down and squeezed his cheek. “How do you feel right now?”

  The low sexy rumble of his voice had Sebastian suddenly wide awake when a few minutes before he’d thought he could easily go right to sleep. His cock decided he was pretty interested in whatever Pablo was offering too as it rose up at full attention.

  “I feel good, but I think I can feel even better,” Sebastian whispered against Pablo’s chest.

  “Yeah? How is that?”

  He rose up and kissed Pablo full on the mouth. “You know if you stuffed my ass full of your cock, I’d feel really good.”

  Pablo chuckled. “I definitely like the sound of that, squirt.”

  He playfully slapped Pablo’s chest. “Stop that.”

  Pablo grabbed him and flipped him so that
suddenly Pablo was on the top and Sebastian was breathless beneath him. “Make me.”

  Sebastian slipped his hand down Pablo’s gym shorts and grasped his hardening dick. “How’s this?”

  The other man moaned and pushed against his hand. “Works for me. Ah, Sebastian.”

  Together they got rid of Pablo’s shorts and Sebastian decided he would not let the man put them back on when they were done with round two.

  Pablo reached for the lube Sebastian had set on the nightstand next to the bed and set about preparing Sebastian’s ass for his invasion again. He didn’t need much.

  “Please, Pablo, fuck me. I want you so bad.”

  And there was a rip of a foil packet, a bit of a shift, and then Pablo’s sheathed cock was once more balls-deep inside him. His left leg hiked up high, Sebastian clung to Pablo with one arm and worked his cock with the other.

  Their lips locked, their bodies moved together, spiraling toward their mutual release.

  * * * *

  Sebastian woke facing the digital clock on the nightstand. Seven-thirty. He was alone in the bed, but next to the clock sat a mug with a sticky note stuck to the outside.

  Thought you might want coffee. P

  Smiling, he sat up and grabbed the mug, smelling a slight hint of hazelnut. He pulled off the sticky and brought the creamy, hot brew to his lips.

  “Fucking heavenly,” he said out loud. How sweet was it that Pablo had brought him coffee?

  As he got out of bed he realized he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. That explained where Pablo had gotten off to, but he seriously needed to take a leak before drinking too much more liquid.

  Setting his mug of coffee down on the dresser, Sebastian went to the bathroom door and tried the knob. It turned easily.

  “Pablo? I gotta pee,” he said as he stepped inside.

  “No problem.” He could just make out Pablo’s naked form under the shower head through the frosted glass.

  Sebastian did his business, then washed his hands at the sink. “Are you really coming to the zoo with us?”

  “Yeah, unless you don’t want me too.”

  “No, I do. Just wondered. Hector and I used to love to go, but you never went with us so I wondered.”