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“I’m going now. You two are the worst. Goodnight.”
“There’s dinner in the fridge if you want it, sweetpea!” Mom called as I beelined for the stairs.
“’Kay,” I called back, determined to have a shower before I did anything else.
“I love you! So much!”
I huffed, but yelled back, “I love you too.”
“I love you, Son!” Dad then called from somewhere else in the house.
My head fell back in exasperation as I stomped up the stairs. “I love you too!”
As I reached the top of the stairs, my little brother’s door opened and his head of lavender hair appeared. “Do you love me too, dickface?” He snickered.
“I love it when you shut the fuck up, buttmunch.”
Nolan just snickered again, ducking back inside before I could shove his head as I passed him. We shared a bathroom between our two rooms, so I made sure to lock both doors before getting undressed. Heat crept into my cheeks as I stuffed everything into the hamper. I may have still lived at home, but I did my own laundry, so at least Mom would never see the evidence of my first sexual experience.
It almost didn’t feel like it’d really happened, but at the same time, I was hyper aware that it had. I guessed I felt a little different—mostly just unbelievably satisfied. Seb sure did know how to edge a guy. And make them come stupidly hard. Multiple times.
My skin grew hot under the water as I remembered the last time. I’d kind of… lost control a little, frantically fucking his fist as I hunched over him. It’d just been really hot to jerk him off and make him come. I didn’t mean him specifically. Obv. Just… the general act of stroking a dick that wasn’t my own had been really hot.
Although Seb’s dick, in particular, was really… nice.
Of course, so far it was the only one I’d ever been up close and personal with aside from my own. There were plenty of other nice dicks out there that I’d soon get to touch though. I’d bet Gabe’s dick was ridiculous, although the thought of going anywhere near it still made my stomach clench in an unpleasant way. It was just nerves. I just hadn’t had enough lessons yet. A single handjob wasn’t enough to make me a master. I’d need to give Seb lots of handjobs before I earned that title.
I was okay with that. That would be… totally fine. Quite pleasant, actually.
After drying off, I pulled on my pyjamas. My mom had gone through a clothes-making phase, a tie-dye phase, and an embroidery phase at various points over the years, so my oversized T-shirt with slightly crooked seams was a pink-and-blue tie-dye with a giant daisy embroidered on the front. And my pants had little caterpillars on them.
Holt had got dinner for us at the office earlier, so I wasn’t hungry. I usually jumped straight on my computer to game with my buddies when I got home, but I was pretty tired after the three gigantic orgasms I’d had tonight, so I climbed into bed to play on my phone for a while before going to sleep.
When I unlocked it, my conversation with Seb appeared, and my belly swooped. I stared at the messages we’d sent earlier, then scrolled up a little. We’d had each other’s numbers for a while because of work, but we’d only ever sent stuff like, Holt on his way, and, omfg holt’s being such a d-bag today. That last one had been me. Seb hadn’t replied. Because he was all professional and stuff.
Yeah, well, our… relationship def wasn’t just professional now. We’d touched each other’s dicks. He’d edged me until I thought I was going to lose my mind, and it hadn’t even been for all that long. I wondered how many lessons it would take before I could last, like… an hour. Probably a lot. A lot of lessons. Well, that was fine. I was dedicated. I would selflessly let Seb stroke my dick for however long it took for me to be in complete control over my orgasms.
Lowering my phone, I glanced down and saw a boner tenting the sheet. With a sigh, I put my phone on the nightstand after setting my alarms and turned off the lamp, then reached into my pants.
“How are you not done yet, broseph?” I asked my dick, but I did the honourable thing and started jerking it. I couldn’t just leave it like that. Poor little guy.
My own hand felt pretty boring after experiencing Seb’s, and my orgasm was kind of weak and unsatisfying—just a dribble of cum coming out that I carelessly wiped up with the inside of my pants—but it made my eyelids droop heavily. Snuggling up on my side in a ball, I replayed the evening again and again as I started to drift off to sleep.
For some reason, my mind kept drifting back to the moment when Seb had grinned at me, before we’d even started doing anything fun, when we’d still been talking about stuff at the kitchen island. I was pretty sure I’d never seen him smile like that before—wide and unguarded and… real. A real smile.
I was still picturing it when I finally dozed off.
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“Fucking shitballs.”
I’d overslept, turning the majority of my alarms off without even really waking up. It wasn’t until my phone had dinged with a text that I jolted awake and reached over to grab it, my heart already racing like it knew I’d fucked up before the rest of me did.
When I saw the text from Holt, telling me he was on his way into the office, then checked the time, my gut bottomed out in a hella unpleasant way. I scrambled out of bed and into a suit, hammered on the bathroom door until Nolan finally unlocked it and let me in to brush my teeth, then flew out of the house, yelling a goodbye to my parents, who were serenely eating breakfast in the kitchen.
Figuring I was already going to be late, I stopped to get Holt a coffee on my way in to sweeten him up a bit. He was definitely going to be at least a little hungover, which meant he’d be a total d-bag for a few hours. Until he got some sugar in him or something. Honestly, my boss was kind of like a toddler sometimes. He probably didn’t even notice all the stuff I did that kept his days running smoothly and stopped him getting all huffy and grumbly. Like turning on his computer and all the lights in his office before he got there. Making sure the water jug on his desk was filled. And… um…
Okay, it was just those two things, but I did them really well. I even put ice in the jug sometimes.
