Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys Book 7)

by Alessandra Hazard

  Taking pity on his poor mother, Sebastian stood up, grabbed Vlad’s arm, and pulled him to his feet. Vlad let him, which was a relief, because Sebastian didn’t feel like looking like an idiot in front of his family.

  “I’m knackered,” he said. “I think I’ll go to bed early.” He pulled at Vlad’s arm, leading him out of the room.

  “Wait, sweetheart!” Melinda called out. “Are you sure it’s safe to...” She trailed off, blushing when Vlad looked at her.

  Sebastian almost laughed. If only his mother knew what he had allowed Vlad to do to his body...

  “He won’t kill me in my sleep,” he said with a wry grin. “That I’m sure of. Good night.” And he headed to his old room, Vlad following him behind closely.

  When the door of his childhood bedroom closed behind them, Sebastian cleared his throat. His bedroom had never seemed so small before. “There’s a sleeping bag in the closet. The bathroom is down the corridor.”

  Vlad didn’t say anything.

  Then there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and Sebastian breathed out. Fuck. He and Vlad sleeping in the same room was the worst idea ever. They would either try to kill each other or fuck.

  Sebastian wasn’t sure which would be worse.

  Chapter 14

  By the time Vlad returned from the bathroom, Sebastian had already changed into an old white t-shirt and a pair of shorts he’d found in the closet. The clothes were a bit small, stretched tight over the muscles that hadn’t been there when he’d worn them years ago.

  Avoiding looking at Vlad, Sebastian headed to the bathroom.

  While he was brushing his teeth, he caught his reflection in the mirror and winced. His lips were swollen, and there were bruises all over his stomach and his legs. At least the ones on his face didn’t look as ugly. Hopefully they would fade soon or the makeup artists would kill him. He had another photo shoot coming up soon.

  Sebastian almost collided with his sister when he left the bathroom.

  “You look awful,” Julia said, sweeping her gaze over him.

  “Thanks,” Sebastian said. “That’s just what your baby brother needed to hear after such a traumatizing day.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Please. You’re tougher than all of us put together. Also, your worst is still better than my best. I’m not the pretty one in the family.” She pulled him into a one-armed hug and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay, dumbass. Don’t fuck your homophobic bodyguard.”

  Sebastian suspected that he looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights, because Julia started laughing.

  Sebastian pursed his lips. “Whatever gave you that idea...?”

  “Please,” she said. “I know you, remember? The sexual tension at the table was kind of embarrassing. Besides, he’s exactly your type: an asshole, Viking look-alike, tall, built like a tank, big hands, big dick—”

  “You don’t know that. Maybe his dick is tiny.”

  She peered at him curiously. “Is it? Strange. I usually can tell the size of the man’s penis by the way he carries himself. I’m positive he’s at least eight inches.”

  Sebastian snorted. “Oh my God, shut up. I’m embarrassed to be related to you. Also, I deeply resent the implication that our confidence depends on the size of our pricks.”

  Julia grinned and patted his cheek. “Listen to the wisdom of your elders, baby brother. When you reach my advanced age, you’ll realize the wisdom of my words.”

  “I’m looking forward to that point in two years’ time,” Sebastian deadpanned, moving away. “Good night.”

  “Good night. Don’t fuck your bodyguard!”

  Sebastian flipped her the bird and entered his bedroom.

  The room was dark and quiet. He could barely make out Vlad’s figure on the sleeping bag next to the bed.

  Inwardly cursing the stubborn Russian for tagging along, Sebastian padded to the bed and slipped under the covers.

  He stretched out on his back, closed his eyes, and told himself to sleep.

  After half an hour of valiant attempts to count sheep, Sebastian gave up and opened his eyes.

  The room was so quiet he could hear Vlad’s breathing. It was even and regular, but he knew Vlad was awake. He was positive he wasn’t imagining the tension in the air, taut and ringing, like a string pulled to its breaking point.

  He was half-hard, had been since entering the room.

  Sebastian pushed the covers off his overheated body.

  When it failed to cool his flushed skin, he pulled his t-shirt off, letting it drop to the floor.

  He stretched, enjoying the feel of fresh sheets against his skin and trying not to think about the fact that he was almost naked while Vlad was a few feet away.

  It shouldn’t have given him such a thrill, but of course it did. God, he was so horny, had been low-key horny since the morning, with Vlad’s body looming over him all day. At times like this, he truly felt like such a slag, his body having a mind of its own and just wanting a hard fuck, and to hell with the consequences. His body didn’t seem to care that his rational side was against the idea of getting involved with the mess that was Vlad and his internalized homophobia. His body just wanted a fuck, and his dirty mind kept creating fantasies that only turned him on. Fantasies like getting out of bed, straddling Vlad’s thighs, pulling out Vlad’s thick, long cock, and riding it hard until he came all over Vlad’s wide, muscular chest. Or maybe sitting on Vlad’s chest and feeding his cock into Vlad’s mouth while Vlad’s finger massaged his hole. Or maybe turning around and taking Vlad’s cock inside his mouth while Vlad gripped his thighs and licked his hole.

  Biting his lip to keep himself from making any sound, Sebastian pressed the heel of his hand against his aching erection.

  Don’t fuck your bodyguard. Julia’s voice echoed in his mind. Don’t fuck your bodyguard, don’t fuck your bodyguard.

  Sebastian thought about those muscular thighs wrapped around his waist, Vlad’s strong, hard body under him that he couldn’t accidentally break.

  I’m not a faggot, Vlad would say even as he groaned and clenched around Sebastian’s cock.

  Sebastian squeezed his cock through his shorts, unable to help it. God, if only Vlad knew what he was thinking about right now...Vlad would probably beat him up. Maybe beat him up, then fold Sebastian in half and fuck him, hard and dirty, Sebastian’s legs wrapped around Vlad’s thick neck—

  Sebastian bit on his lip and then realized his hand was inside his boxers and was stroking his erection. Fuck. He had no idea when it had happened. His cock was leaking, and the wet sound of flesh stroking flesh was unmistakable.

  Panicky, Sebastian forced his hand to stop and strained his hearing, praying Vlad had fallen asleep.

  But he couldn’t hear Vlad’s steady breathing anymore. Which meant Vlad had likely heard him.

  Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut.

  Vlad said hoarsely, “You have no shame, do you?”

  “I’m a healthy man, and I have needs,” Sebastian said, refusing to act like a little boy caught with a hand in the cookie jar. The less embarrassed he acted, the less embarrassing it would be.

  “You got off last night,” Vlad said. “Are you that much of a slut?”

  “That’s called having a healthy sex drive.” Sebastian smiled at the dark ceiling. “But I get it: at your age, you probably don’t remember what it’s like to get it up more often than once a week.”

  “I’m thirty-two,” Vlad bit off.

  “Really? Then why are you acting like a prudish old man who never wanked in his life?”

  “I never did with someone else in the room.”

  Sebastian snorted. “Please. You said you had brothers. Surely you all didn’t have separate rooms?”

  “My brothers died before they hit puberty,” Vlad said tonelessly.

  Oh.

  Sebastian cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. All of them? What happened?”

  “Tuberculosis,” Vlad said cur
tly.

  Sebastian didn’t know what to say. To his surprise, Vlad clarified without prompting, “We lived in a small village far from major cities. No vaccines, no proper medicine. My mother sent me away to our distant relatives in Moscow when it became clear I was the only one not infected.”

  The only one?

  “You mean...” Sebastian licked his lips. “You mean they all died? Your mother, too?”

  “Yes.”

  The tightness of Vlad’s voice said it all, and Sebastian felt a wave of pity. He couldn’t imagine losing his entire family all at once and being sent away to a big city where he knew no one. Maybe that explained why Vlad was such a moody, angry person. His life must have been tough. That didn’t excuse some of the things Vlad said and did, but it explained them a little.

  “How did you become Roman Demidov’s right hand?” Sebastian said, curious despite himself. “I mean, that’s a pretty big leap from a village nobody to a billionaire’s head of security.”

  “I was piss poor, I needed money,” Vlad said. “I got into illegal underground fighting. Turned out I was good at beating people up.” He sighed. “It’s all very banal, really. I got involved with the wrong sort of people and basically became a junkie by fifteen. Like most junkies, I would do anything for a hit. I ended up owing lots of money to the wrong sort of people. One of them ordered me to kidnap Roman’s little sister and bring her to him.”

  When Vlad didn’t continue, Sebastian said, “And? What happened?”

  “I couldn’t do it,” Vlad said, his voice clipped. “Anastasia was just five. I did kidnap her—I wasn’t working alone—but I delivered her to her brother. I thought—I knew her family would kill me for kidnapping her and putting her at such a risk, but Roman convinced his father that I could be an asset to them. He dealt with my debts, helped me with my addiction problem, and offered me a job.”

  “Wow,” Sebastian said, a little surprised. Roman Demidov didn’t strike him as a merciful man. “That was very kind of him.”

  Vlad chuckled, as if he’d said something funny. “Roman doesn’t do anything out of kindness. Loyalty is hard to come by in those circles. He basically guaranteed my loyalty by saving my ass and got himself someone capable that he could trust to watch his back. And he was right. I saved his life countless times and got promoted to his head of security after just seven years.”

  Sebastian chewed on his lip, a bit weirded out that they were having such a civil conversation. “I got the impression that Roman fired you recently?”

  “He did.” There was reluctance in Vlad’s voice; clearly the topic wasn’t his favorite.

  “Why?” Sebastian pressed.

  “Do you know how Luke and Roman met?” Vlad’s tone was cautious.

  It piqued Sebastian’s curiosity. “Yeah,” he said. “Luke met him through work during his business trip to Russia.”

  “Sure,” Vlad said, amusement in his tone. “If you don’t know, I can’t tell you much. But the gist of it is...I disliked that Luke somehow managed to wrap Roman around his little finger. I thought he was a bad influence, made Roman irrational and—” He cut himself off, but Sebastian could guess.

  “Gay?” he said, his lips twisting.

  “Yes,” Vlad said. “I thought the brat bewitched him. Roman was straight until he met Luke. That’s why I helped Luke return to England behind Roman’s back.”

  “It’s not that surprising, you know,” Sebastian said mildly, a little amused by the thought of Luke bewitching a man like Roman Demidov. It was obvious Vlad still subconsciously subscribed to the belief his homophobic uncle had instilled in him—that being gay was a contagious disease. Sebastian tried not to take too much offence. He knew that such deep-rooted beliefs weren’t easy to let go of.

  “Luke is very pretty and cute,” Sebastian said. “He’s the perfect twink. He’s exactly the type that can be attractive to straight men. I doubt Roman would have been attracted to...say, someone like me. He does strike me as a mostly straight man.”

  “You’re not exactly ugly,” Vlad said gruffly.

  Sebastian chuckled. “Thanks, but I’m not cute like Luke. I’m also tall and pretty built—”

  “Your face is more beautiful than Luke’s.”

  Sebastian’s mouth fell open. He blinked several times, unable to believe he’d heard that right.

  “I’m handsome, not cute,” he said, clearing his throat a little. “I don’t look remotely feminine or cute. That’s what I meant. If you find my face attractive, it doesn’t mean a mostly straight man like Roman would.”

  There were several seconds of tense silence.

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “You’re not exactly straight,” Sebastian said carefully. “Surely you’ve realized that by now? I’d say you’re far gayer than Roman is. He barely pings my gaydar—he’s the perfect example of a straight man turning gay for one man—but you...”

  “I’m not gay,” Vlad said, very slowly, grinding out every word.

  Sebastian thought for a moment before propping himself on his elbow and looking down at Vlad. He couldn’t make out his expression in the dark. All he could see was Vlad’s wide, muscular chest, rising and falling.

  Sebastian tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. Fuck, he didn’t understand what was going on with him. He had seen a lot of beautiful bodies in his line of work and was mostly desensitized to them by now. He rarely stopped and stared at them. Why did he suddenly feel like he was sixteen all over again? The embarrassing truth was, his body was completely fixated on Vlad. It tensed with awareness when Vlad was close, his skin tingling and hypersensitive to everything Vlad did, as though he were a silly teenager who had just discovered sex.

  Sebastian gave himself a mental kick, told himself to stop acting like a schoolboy with a crush, and said, “Okay, let’s say you aren’t gay. Are you going to pretend you didn’t like the sex yesterday?”

  He watched Vlad’s Adam’s apple bob up and down. “It was a mistake. You said so yourself.”

  “Yeah, of course it was a mistake, but that’s not what I asked,” Sebastian said mildly. “Didn’t you like fucking me?”

  “What kind of question is that?” Vlad said harshly. “I came, didn’t I?”

  Sebastian drummed his fingers over his own thigh. “Orgasm is just a physical reaction to stimulation. I don’t have to tell you that not all orgasms are equal.”

  “Blyad, what do you want me to say? That I liked fucking you?”

  Sebastian noted with interest that Vlad’s accent got thicker the angrier he got.

  “I—” he started, but Vlad cut him off.

  “You know what I think?” Vlad sat up suddenly and leaned toward him, his hand burying in Sebastian’s hair and yanking his head to the edge of the bed, closer to Vlad’s so that their faces were inches apart.

  Sebastian swallowed, his mouth going very dry and his cock hardening again.

  “What?” he whispered.

  “You keep saying it was a mistake, that I’m a worse mistake than Fletcher, but you can’t let it go. You keep trying to make me admit how much I want you. Why do you care? Are you that conceited?” Vlad tugged at his hair, pulling Sebastian’s face closer. “Or do you have a crush on me or something?”

  Sebastian felt his face turn warm.

  “I think you do,” Vlad said, pressing his forehead against Sebastian’s. “I think you actually want me to fuck you again, but you’re too ashamed to admit it. You want to provoke me into fucking you and then put all the blame on the bad, mean Russian.”

  “Screw you,” Sebastian hissed, his anger coming back in full force. He wanted to hurt Vlad. God, he wanted to hurt him so badly, wanted to make him eat his words and completely humiliate him.

  “You can’t even own up to your own actions,” Sebastian said, breathing hard against Vlad’s mouth. “You know why you’re worse than Fletcher? He was a teenager. You’re a grown man. You’re fucking pathetic—”

  Vlad shoved
him back and slammed their mouths together.

  Sebastian bit him. Vlad growled and bit his lip back. Sebastian bit him again, wanting to hurt him. God, it was pure madness, the anger clashing with heady arousal and making his head spin with contradictory wants. He wanted to kill Vlad, wanted to strangle him, wanted to fuck him and be fucked, hard and dirty, until neither of them could remember their names.

  Sebastian wasn’t sure at what point their biting contest turned into deep, hungry kisses, but soon he was moaning and tugging Vlad on top of him, hands stroking Vlad’s wide, muscular back, blunt nails digging in as their mouths molded into each other in a heated, needy kiss. They both were groaning and grunting, writhing on the bed and shoving and pulling each other close. Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so badly his body shook with it. He was nearly crying with the desire to have, to take, to fuck.

  Sebastian shoved at Vlad, rolling him onto his back, and straddled Vlad’s thick thighs.

  He looked down at Vlad’s heaving chest, Vlad’s face shrouded in the darkness. His own breathing was so loud he could hear nothing else. He almost expected Vlad to shove him away now that they’d stopped kissing, but Vlad’s hands seemed glued to Sebastian’s hips, thumbs stroking his sensitive belly while the other fingers were splayed on Sebastian’s buttocks, big and hard. Vlad’s hands moved down and kneaded Sebastian’s thighs greedily, as if Vlad couldn’t quite help himself.

  Sebastian leaned down and murmured against Vlad’s ear, “Wanna fuck me, don’t you? Too bad. I’ll be the one doing the fucking this time.”

  He felt Vlad go rigid under him. “You can’t make me do anything,” Vlad said, fingers digging into Sebastian’s buttocks. “And I’m not taking it up the ass.”

  “Why, are you afraid you’ll like it too much?” Sebastian bit Vlad’s earlobe.

  “I...” Whatever Vlad was going to say was cut off when Sebastian pulled Vlad’s cock out and wrapped his hand around it.

  “I’m not a homo,” Vlad gritted out, his cock twitching in Sebastian’s hand.

  “Sure.” Sebastian turned on the bedside lamp and rummaged in the drawer, praying he’d left some lube the last time he’d visited his parents.