Seb’s Summer by K.C. Wells

Chapter Twenty

 

July 18

“You didn’t have to bring me home again,” Seb commented as they got out of Marcus’s car.

“Maybe I wanted to?”

“And it was a sweet thought, but you’re gonna get a load of ribbing when you get back tonight.” He snorted. “You think your family doesn’t know why you were so eager to give me a ride?” Seb opened the front door, and they stepped inside.

“I didn’t hear you protesting, or telling me strenuously that you wanted to stay and play charades.” Marcus walked up behind him, slid his arms around Seb’s front, and one hand covered his already stiffening dick while the other went for his nipple, teasing it. “Three things to bear in mind,” he whispered, giving Seb’s shaft a squeeze. “One—I am hoping for a load, although two or three would be even better. Two—Who says I’m going back there tonight? And three—I was also hoping you’d give me a ride.”

Seb’s breath stuttered in his throat. “Have you been using the butt plug?”

“Wrong tense.” Marcus’s teeth grazed his ear lobe, and he shivered. “It’s still in there. Been in there all through dinner. Why do you think I kept squirming? And I didn’t drop my napkin into my lap by accident. It was serving a purpose.” He grabbed Seb’s hips and ground his dick against Seb’s ass. “You feel that?”

“Fuck yeah.” Marcus wasn’t the only one who wanted a ride.

“Well, this is me hard as a fucking rock at the idea of you inside me. So how about we stop talking and you fuck me?”

Seb’s heart pounded at the thought of sliding between Marcus’s downy ass cheeks. He turned around and looped his arms around Marcus’s neck. “You got a cock ring in that box of tricks you had me bring here?”

Marcus frowned. “Possibly. Why? Do you think you’re going to need it?”

Seb bit his lip. “I wasn’t thinking about me. Seeing as you always come first, I thought it might help delay the inevitable.” He waited for the explosion.

Marcus blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you do,” Seb retorted. “You’re always the first past the finish line.” He grinned. “Is it an age thing, or does my ass just feel that good?”

Marcus’s eyes glittered. “Bet I can last longer than you do.”

Seb was definitely up for a challenge. “Bring it on, honey. As long as you know?” He leaned in and kissed Marcus on the lips, slow and easy. “You’re gonna lose that bet.”

“Where’s the box?”

“In the bedroom.”

Marcus reached back and smacked his ass. “Then you stay out here while I go find what I need. Grab us some water from the fridge.”

Seb tugged on his hair. “Yes, sir.”

That earned him another smack, then Marcus disappeared behind the bedroom door. Seb went to the fridge, grinning. His night was looking better all the time.

He went over to the door and knocked. “Ready?”

“No, impatient brat. Wait.”

“Who you calling a brat?” Seb cackled. “Not that you’re wrong. That’s what Grammy called me when I was a teenager. I think she pretty much nailed it.” Then the door opened, and Marcus stood there, his eyes gleaming.

“Now I’m ready.”

Seb peered beyond him to the bed, noting the lube was already there. Then he spotted the dildos, and he caught his breath. “Oh wow. Yes please.” One was pink, thick and veiny, with a set of balls that also acted as a suction cup. The other made him grin. “Snake time.” The double-ended dildo was shiny and black as Marcus had described, with veins that created a ridged surface, except for the smooth band that marked the center. “Christ, that’s long.” His hole contracted at the thought of them writhing on each end of it.  “That is also seriously hot.” Seb scanned the nightstand. “No cock ring, I see.” He couldn’t stop grinning. “Feeling confident, are we?” He dropped the bottles of water onto the bed.

“Oh yeah.” Marcus curved his hand around Seb’s cheek. “I have to tell you something.”

“Is it gonna shock me?”

Marcus smiled. “Let’s find out.” He kissed Seb’s neck, then whispered, “When we were having dinner tonight, all I wanted to do the whole time was kiss you.”

Seb stifled a moan, loving the feel of Marcus’s lips on his throat. Marcus’s hand was on his back, stroking him with a languid up-and-down motion. “You might’ve shocked everyone else at the table,” he murmured, “but not me. Ashley would’ve pitched a fit. Not in front of the children, remember?”

“Which is fair enough. They’re nine and eleven.”

“We’re talking a kiss, not fucking on the dining room table.” Seb shivered as Marcus slid his hands under Seb’s tee. “Take it off,” he whispered, holding his arms high. Marcus pulled it up and off, then tossed it to the floor. “My turn.” Seb’s fingers fumbled as he freed the buttons on Marcus’s shirt. “You know what’s good on shirts these days? Velcro.”

Marcus laughed. “Good things come to those who wait.” Except it seemed neither of them wanted to wait much longer. By the time they were both down to their briefs, Seb was vibrating with need.

He couldn’t miss the damp spot on Marcus’s white briefs, and rubbed his thumb over it. “You’re already leaking. You’re not gonna be able to hold it once I slide my dick over that sweet spot again and again.”

Marcus smiled. “You know what comes with age? Stamina.” Then he pushed Seb backward, and he landed on the bed with a bounce.

“Hey, don’t break the bed. I don’t wanna be the one to explain to Gary how it got broken.” Before he could get another word out, Marcus was on him, and Seb instantly brought his legs up to hold Marcus to him, shuddering as Marcus buried his face in Seb’s neck and kissed him there. “That’s cheating. It’s a hot spot and you know it.” He slid his hand down the back of Marcus’s briefs, his fingertips encountering smooth plastic. Seb tapped it, and Marcus groaned.

“Now who’s fighting dirty?”

 

 

Marcus shivered as Seb grabbed the plug’s base and jiggled it in his ass. Seb’s eyes sparkled. “It’ll be me in there soon.”

Marcus had thought of nothing else ever since he’d lubed up the butt plug and carefully slid it home. Every shift on his chair at dinner caused a reaction inside him, and he wasn’t surprised he was leaking pre-cum. The way it had felt, he’d expected to see more of it.

“On your back, baby.” Seb gave him a shove, and Marcus complied, his skin tingling as Seb leaned over him, stooping to kiss his neck, his nipples, and all the way down from his collarbones to just above the waistband of his briefs. Seb pressed his nose into the damp cotton and inhaled deeply.

“Like what you smell?”

Seb raised his head and grinned. “Fuck, yeah.” He peeled Marcus’s briefs back to reveal his hard cock, diving in to lick the pre-cum. Marcus ached to feel Seb’s hot mouth enclose the head, but instead, Seb removed his briefs with almost prissy care before licking a path up Marcus’s shaft. He rubbed his nose in the cleft between thigh and body, nuzzling him there. Then he shifted lower on the bed, and Marcus knew what was coming. He grabbed one leg, pulling it up toward his chest, revealing his hole to Seb’s view.

Seb’s grin widened. “This hole is mine.” He grasped the base of the plug and gently eased it free, tossing it to the floor. A soft gasp fell from his lips. “Fuck, look at you. All stretched, ready for me.” Seb circled Marcus’s hole with his tongue, sending Marcus into a paroxysm of shudders. He rubbed his bearded chin from side to side over the pucker, and the sensation was exquisite.

“Aw, fuck.” Marcus grabbed Seb’s head, keeping him there. Seb chuckled against his hole, then penetrated Marcus with his tongue. “Jesus, baby.” Marcus’s shivers multiplied as Seb rubbed his face over Marcus’s hole, taint and balls, before going back to tongue-fucking him. “Keep doing that and you’ll make me come.” Marcus craned his head from up the bed. “Except that’s the point, isn’t it?”

Seb grinned. He slid his own briefs down over his hips, balancing as he removed them, then crawled up Marcus’s body to kiss him, rolling his hips, their shafts sliding over each other. His face was scant inches from Marcus’s, his eyes bright. “Eat my ass?”

Marcus caught his breath. “Turn around.”

Seb turned and crouched over him, affording Marcus the perfect view of Seb’s tight little hole. Then Seb drew Marcus’s legs up, and dove down to rim him again, forcing a groan from Marcus’s lips. He spread Seb’s cheeks and gave as good as he got—until he caught sight of them in the mirror, and it almost stopped his heart.

Fuck, look at us. Marcus’s legs were wrapped around Seb, crossed at the ankles, Seb curved around him, forming them into a circle of flesh, one form without end, while they both teased each other with their tongues and fingers.

“Marcus.” It was a plea. Marcus licked over Seb’s hole again and again, probing the tight muscle, noting the stony shaft that jutted out from Seb’s body. Wet noises filled the air, heightening Marcus’s arousal, until he couldn’t take any more.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

Seb scrambled off him. “Kneel on the bed.”

Marcus did as instructed, and Seb knelt behind him, his cock hot and stiff against Marcus’s back. He pointed to the mirror. “Look at you. So fucking hard.” Marcus’s dick pointed straight up, and Seb reached around him to give it a slow tug. “Ready for me?”

Marcus snorted. “I was ready hours ago.”

Seb grabbed the lube, then eased him down onto all fours with a gentle push. He held out his hand. “Give me your phone. I need to show you how awesome you look.” Marcus passed it to him and waited, shivering. Then he felt heat at his hole, and Seb moaned. “Reach back and spread yourself for me.” Marcus pressed his head into the mattress and pried his cheeks apart. “Here I come.”

Marcus had a feeling he’d be the one coming, and he breathed deeply, awaiting that initial penetration. When Seb drove all the way into him in one slick motion, he groaned. “Oh fuck. That feels amazing.”

“It looks amazing too. Watching my cock slide into you.” Seb moved in and out of him, and Marcus couldn’t stay still. He shoved back, wanting more.

“Want me to take it slow?”

Marcus twisted to glare at him. “Fuck me, goddammit.”

Seb smiled. “I’ll take that as a no.” He dropped the phone to the bed, gripped Marcus’s shoulders, and proceeded to pound his ass, his body slamming into Marcus again and again. “Ass higher,” he demanded. Marcus tilted his hips, and Seb filled him to the hilt.

“Oh, yeah, like that.” It was fucking perfect. “Don’t stop.”

“I’ll stop when you come first,” Seb panted.

Marcus let out a joyful laugh. “You wish.” He bowed his head and submitted to the sexual onslaught, jolted over and over by the impact as Seb fucked him with abandon. All he could hear were their harsh breaths and the erotic wet sound of Seb’s cock sliding into him. It was almost too perfect, and he danced perilously close to the edge.

Seb paused to pull free of him, and kissed down Marcus’s back, a soft brush of lips as he laid a trail to Marcus’s crease. He spread Marcus’s cheeks and teased his hole with his tongue. Marcus reached back to press Seb’s head deeper, and Seb laughed quietly before easing his tongue into Marcus’s body. Then the heavenly contact was gone, and Marcus bit back a groan of frustration.

“On your back.” The breathless note in Seb’s voice told Marcus he wasn’t the only one on the edge.

Marcus dropped to the mattress and rolled over. Seb knelt at his ass, lifting Marcus’s leg onto his shoulder. Seb aimed his dick and drove it home, his arms taking his weight as he thrust into Marcus, their gazes locked on each other. “Sexy fucking man,” Seb murmured. He withdrew almost all the way, then thrust until he was balls-deep inside him. “Like that?”

“Yes,” Marcus whispered, hooking his arm under his knee, one hand on Seb’s nape as Seb rocked into him at a steady pace. Then Seb picked up the pace, slamming into him, accompanied by the slap of flesh against flesh. “God, yes, just like that.”

Seb grabbed Marcus’s knees and pinned them to his chest, folding Marcus in half as he plunged his dick into Marcus’s ass with quick, short thrusts. Then he slowed as their lips met in unhurried drugging kisses while he stroked in and out of Marcus’s body. Marcus held him close, one hand on the back of Seb’s head, the other on his spine, their tongues meeting as Seb explored him.

Seb broke the kiss and gazed into Marcus’s eyes. “Getting close?”

“You wish. In fact, let’s turn up the heat.” Marcus stretched across the bed and grabbed the double-ended dildo. “Let’s see how much you can take of this.”

Seb was out of him in a heartbeat. He flopped onto his back, grabbing his legs and yanking them up to his chest.

Marcus laughed. “Eager?” He slicked up one end and guided the slippery, shiny dildo into position. Seb’s hole sucked it right in, about a quarter of its length. “Come on, you can take more than that.” He held it steady around the center band and inched it into Seb, watching as more and more disappeared from view.

Seb shivered. “Fuck. That’s deep.”

“Hold it a sec.” Seb grabbed it and held it steady while Marcus lay on his back. “Bring your legs over mine.” When their asses were almost touching, Marcus brought the other end of the dildo to his hole and eased it inside. “Now ride it.”

Seb rolled his hips, and Marcus mimicked the motion, bucking as the dildo slid deeper. They lay close enough to jerk each other off, tugging each other’s shafts.

“Why have I never done this before?” Seb groaned. “Feels fucking good.” He shuddered. “Fuck, right there.”

“Want to try something different?”

Seb laughed. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“Take hold of it again.” When Seb had it in his grasp, Marcus pulled free. “Knees to your chest.” Seb did as instructed, rolling his ass up off the bed. Marcus slid the dildo a little deeper into him, then crouched over him as if to mount him. He guided the other end into his hole, then took control of the dildo, holding it firmly around its center band while he rode it, sliding it in and out of him. Seb rocked his body, taking it deeper and groaning when Marcus jiggled it in his ass. Seb’s eyes widened, and Marcus grinned. “Revenge, baby, for the butt plug.” He glanced at the mirror, catching his breath at the sight of them joined by the shiny black dildo, with maybe a hand’s length visible.

Then they moved again, this time onto all fours. Seb held onto it while Marcus backed up to him. Their ass cheeks brushed as they rode it, both of them in constant motion, their hips rolling.

“Marcus.” Seb twisted to look at him. “Fuck me, please.”

The entreaty in his voice couldn’t be ignored. Marcus removed the dildo and tossed it aside. “Stay like that.” He slicked up his dick and slid it deep into Seb’s body, fucking him as Seb’s moans multiplied. Marcus grabbed his phone and held it steady as he videoed Seb’s hole swallowing his glistening shaft. Then he remembered the other dildo. He pulled free of Seb, dropped the phone, and reached for the pink silicone dick. One swipe of lube over its veiny surface, and he slid it deep into Seb’s ass.

“Jesus, that feels huge.” Seb impaled himself on it, hips bucking as he rode it.

Then Marcus added a finger, and Seb’s moan rebounded off the bedroom walls. Marcus reached for his phone again. “Spread yourself for me.”

Seb jammed his head into a pillow, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of his ass cheeks. Marcus started filming again, but now this time he added two fingers along with the dildo. A shudder ran the length of Seb’s body. “Holy fuck.”

“Want to try for three?”

“Christ. You’re gonna fucking kill me.” Then Marcus eased a third finger into him, alongside the dildo, and Seb turned his head to the side, his eyes wide.

Marcus removed his fingers and leaned over Seb’s back. “Ever been DP’d?”

Seb’s shudders intensified. “Couple of times, yeah.” Another shiver. “Do it.”

Marcus put down the phone, gave the dildo a twist until the balls were at three o’clock, and then brought the head of his cock to Seb’s hole, just under the dildo. “Now, baby.”

Then he squeezed his dick into tight heaven.

 

 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Seb had never been so full.

“You like that?”

“Give me a moment to catch my breath and I’ll tell you.”

Marcus stilled, and Seb took the time to take in several deep breaths, forcing himself to relax. Marcus’s hand was gentle on his back. “Fuck, I can just about get my hand around them both.”

“I can believe it. You should feel it from my side.” Seb shivered.

Marcus stroked down his back. “Too much?”

A couple of breaths, and Seb was ready for more. “Now you can move.”

Marcus slid his cock deeper into Seb. “Oh fuck, you should see this.”

Seb could hear it, the slick wet sounds that had to be Marcus’s shaft rubbing over the veins in the dildo.

“The base is pushing into my pubes, as if I were wearing a strap on. So when I do this…” He thrust, driving both of them into Seb, and Seb cried out from the sheer sensual pleasure that washed over him.

“Again,” he begged. Marcus fucked him, his pace measured, and Seb struggled to keep away from the edge of the precipice that was suddenly in view. Another thrust, this time pegging his prostate, and it was all over. “Oh God. I’m coming.”

Marcus picked up speed, sliding deeper, and Seb shot harder than he’d ever done. His cum seemed without end, and he shivered through every pulse onto his chest and belly. Marcus came to a stop, both dildo and cock still inside him, and kissed him as he lay there trembling.

“Oh, Marcus.” He ached, his chest was tight, and warmth flooded through him. At last he lay still, his arms around Marcus’s neck.

“Now it’s my turn.” Marcus slowly and carefully removed the dildo, placing it on the bed. He covered Seb with his body, his arms hooked under Seb’s pits, holding him close as he began to move in and out of Seb’s hole with a gentle stroke. “Can’t last much longer,” he confessed before taking Seb’s mouth in a kiss that seemed to stretch out forever. Seb clung to him, sliding his hands lower to cup Marcus’s ass, feeling his cheeks hollow as he rocked into Seb.

“Then come,” Seb pleaded. “Wanna feel it inside me.”

Marcus nodded, his strokes picking up a little speed, his breath quickening. Seb sighed as Marcus’s cock throbbed within him, caging Marcus’s sweat-slicked body with his legs, letting Marcus rock them both as he came. Marcus’s low cry filled his ears, and his heart soared. When Marcus lay still on top of him, Seb cupped his nape and drew him into a long, chaste kiss.

“I don’t think I was ever happier to lose a bet.”

Marcus didn’t move, but kissed his neck and forehead. “That was…”

Seb covered Marcus’s lips with a finger. “Don’t even try. There are no words.” He looked Marcus in the eye. “You’re staying the night, right?” Marcus nodded, and Seb sighed happily. “Good. Not that you’re getting anywhere near my hole again for the rest of the night, but…” He smiled. “I like sleeping with you.”

“Me too.” Marcus eased out of him, and his eyes widened when Seb winced. “Did I hurt you?”

Seb smiled. “In the best way. Now lie down here and hold me. I’m not ready to lose this blissful feeling just yet.”

Marcus curled around him, his chest damp against Seb’s back. They lay in silence, and that was just right. Marcus’s hand was over his heart, and Seb covered it with his own.

I could get used to this.

When the thought came, he couldn’t hold it in. “Do you think you’ll ever grow tired of hookups?”

Marcus stilled. “Where did that come from?”

“Just something that happened recently. A friend got into a relationship, and it looks like it’s the real thing.” He pictured the photo of Finn and Joel in bed, the happiness shining out of Finn, unmissable and heartachingly beautiful.

“And what’s that?”

“You know… love. As opposed to lust. I saw them together, and it made me think.”

“Made you think what, exactly?”

Don’t. Don’t say it. But there was no holding it back. “That I could be missing out on something. That maybe there’s more to life than a lot of sex.” He twisted to look at Marcus, then both grinned as they said in unison, “Nah.”

Marcus stroked down his arm. “I don’t think I’ve ever really let anyone in.”

Seb held himself so still. It felt like such a fragile moment, as if one false move would shatter it. “Why do you think that is?” It could have been him talking.

“Maybe I’m too scared they wouldn’t like what they find.”

Seb’s breathing caught. “It’s safer, isn’t it? Keeping them at a distance, not letting them see what makes you tick… what makes you vulnerable. Because that gives them power over you.”

Marcus kissed his shoulder. “Maybe that’s what love is—finding someone you feel safe enough with to hand them that power.” His breathing evened out, becoming deeper, and Seb knew he was drifting into sleep.

He lay there in Marcus’s arms, surrounded by—and filled with—his warmth.

I think I could hand you that power.