Page 49 of Perfect Night

“Patrick said something.”

“I can imagine,” said Charlie, smiling.

“No, not like that. Patrick’s the most perceptive person I’ve ever met. He thinks Jason needs a firm hand, but only when he’s ready.”

Charlie winced.

“What?”

“Like I said, it’s not my story to tell. And I get where Patrick’s coming from. He just might want to choose his words more carefully.”

Sebastian got what he was saying immediately. It hit too close to home, and he couldn’t help but react. Jason was an adorable little spitfire. How could anyone hurt someone like that? He wondered if that’s what Patrick had picked up on.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Just give me a minute. I need the bathroom.”

Sebastian gave Charlie a quick kiss, so he wouldn’t think he’d done something wrong, and quickly made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and sat down on the toilet with his head in his hands. It had been ten years, and he could still be easily triggered. There were no tears. Sebastian had cried enough over Brandon, but he was shaking with anger. He didn’t want Charlie to see him like this. He needed to calm down.

After five minutes, which felt like hours, he washed his face. Charlie would either know he’d been upset or thought he had taken a massive dump. Neither were endearing qualities. But he couldn’t stay in here any longer. He then had a flash of panic. What if Charlie had bolted? He had form. Quickly, he opened the door and nearly passed out from what he saw.

Charlie was on his knees, on the bed, bollock-naked with his arse cheeks pulled apart, showing that glorious hole. Sebastian wasn’t sure he could speak, his mouth was so dry.

“I thought you might want to get out of your head for a while.”

So Charlie knew he’d been upset and was offering himself up like a delicious treat. There was a lot they still needed to talk about, but Sebastian was only human and his favourite meal was tempting. Without another word, he had his face buried between Charlie’s cheeks, his tongue licking and probing his hole, getting him nice and loose.

The moans of pleasure coming from Charlie turned him on even more. As he relaxed and opened up, Sebastian dug his tongue deeper. He was so gorgeous like this. Sebastian’s cock was painful, straining against his jeans, but he wasn’t touching it. This was all about Charlie. For Sebastian, getting out of his head was giving pleasure to the man he loved.

Sebastian moved his hand and gripped Charlie’s cock. It was already wet. That encouraged Sebastian to go deeper with his tongue. He pumped Charlie’s cock with a steady rhythm. At one point, Charlie tried to move his hand away. It was obvious he was close and was expecting Sebastian to fuck him. He would, but not now. They had all night.

As Charlie’s moans got louder, and his thighs tensed, Sebastian continued to eat his hole, spearing in a few times, and then lapping it like it was a delicious ice cream. He intensified his grip on Charlie’s cock, and with a loud groan, he shuddered and came all over Sebastian’s hand. His body was spasming in pleasure, but Sebastian wasn’t done. He pulled his hand away from Charlie’s cock and gently pushed him face first down on the bed. He slid Charlie’s come inside his wet hole. Charlie continued to writhe in pleasure. Once Sebastian was satisfied, he pulled his own cock out and dropped back to his knees.

There was an adorable squeal from Charlie as Sebastian plunged his tongue back in and lapped up all the come. It was divine and Sebastian couldn’t get enough of it as he worked hisown cock, getting closer every second. Charlie had him so turned on it wouldn’t take him long.

“Come on my face,” said Charlie.

Sebastian wasn’t saying no to that. He stood up and Charlie flipped over and opened his mouth, ready. It only took two more pumps, and he was shooting all over Charlie’s face and tongue. He had his eyes closed. Smart move. Come in the eye stung like a bitch. When Sebastian had milked every drop out of his cock, he looked down at the man who’d stolen his heart, covered in his come. It was hot as fuck. He kissed Charlie, tasting himself. He normally didn’t like the taste of his own come, but with the scent of Charlie in the air, and the moans he was making, he could do this all night.

After they’d showered together, and Sebastian had fucked Charlie hard and deep against the shower wall, they were enjoying room service in bed. Charlie had ordered a full English breakfast, as he’d missed out on his weekly brunch that day. Sebastian had opted for a chicken burger and sweet potato fries.

“I’m surprised they did breakfast this late,” said Charlie.

“I told you, they’ll make anything you want here.”

“Ah yes, money talks.”

Sebastian didn’t react, but this needed to be discussed. It couldn’t be a constant issue.

“Does my money bother you? Be honest.”

“You having money doesn’t bother me at all. I just expect to pay my way. I don’t want to be a kept man or anything like that.”

“Am I allowed to buy you gifts?”

“You don’t need to impress me with your money. I already love you.”

“What?”

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