Page 17 of Tempting Sebastian

I shrugged. “Not really. I’d love some coffee though. Wanna go downstairs and see if they have a pot set up?”

“Yeah, that sounds great, actually. Let’s go.” He got up, grabbed his wallet off the desk and stuffed it in his back pocket. Every movement Sebastian made was smooth, and strong. His hands looked strong, too. I was really nervous to sleep in the same bed as him. Maybe I’ll offer to sleep on the floor or something, I thought. As much as that would suck, it was probably just the safer bet.

We went downstairs and found some coffee. I said, “Oh my god, this is pretty decent. I didn’t realize how cold it has gotten outside until we were on the side of the road.”

Sebastian nodded and took a drink of his coffee. “Maybe we can find a movie or something on the tv. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and ready to relax.”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.” He glanced up from his coffee, his finger running a circle around the rim of the lid. Even that was fucking hot, and my thoughts were going in a dirty direction.

“Okay…” I said and then turned to head to the elevator. Once back in our room, I sat on the edge of the bed. It was weird. Neither of us had a change of clothes or anything so we would be sleeping in what we had on.

Sebastian got up and went over to his bag, pulled out two t-shirts, and two pairs of sweats. I wondered how he had packed all that without me noticing. “Here, when you’ve been in the business long enough, you just keep extra clothes in the car. I always keep a bag in the trunk with extra clothes in it. Most of the places we visit aren’t set up like Mr. Talbot. They’re pretty filthy actually.” He laughed again.

“Get out of here! I thought we’d be sleeping in what we had on. I’ve done several of these trips over the years and never once thought to pack clothes.” I walked over and grabbed the shirt and sweats from him.

“Yeah, well, Ian is your supervisor, and he should’ve taught you that. I’m sorry that he didn’t.”

I laughed. “Oh, it’s ok. No big deal.”

“I’m going to change in the bathroom. You can change out here. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Sebastian seemed serious again. There was this weird tension between us though that I couldn’t put my finger on. It didn’t matter. I was sure it was all in my head. Or so I thought.

Chapter 13

Sebastian

After I changed and washed my face, I looked at myself in the mirror trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. I had been acting like a total ass to Jackson, and he hadn’t deserved it. I just couldn’t get over everything he started spewing about the car and then how he just took over calling the taxi and getting us to the hotel. I hadn’t expected it at all. I guess after everything happened with him, I’d been looking at him as this fragile little flower who I was afraid would get all his petals knocked off at the slightest blow of the wind. He was the opposite of that though. He was strong, just like a damn sunflower.

I walked out of the bathroom and Jackson was standing at the window looking out over the city. He looked so fucking good. I didn’t expect my sweatpants to look so good on him. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets. I never noticed before, but Jackson was actually very muscular. For some reason, the night I found him, he looked so frail. He turnedaround slightly to look at me and I felt my cock get warm.I could not be attracted to Jackson, I thought. He was my employee. We were complete opposites, anyway. It was just the situation. I just kept repeating to myself,I’m not attracted to Jackson.

He smiled and said, “Hey. Thanks again for the clothes. They’re really comfortable.” His voice was unusually deep. I wondered,is that Jackson when he’s relaxed?He looked so happy. Not depressed at all. Not scared. Just comfortable. Why couldn’t I see past everything he’d been through? “The city lights look incredible from up here,” he went on.

I wanted to touch him. I wanted to reach out to him and hug him. I hadn’t done that, and I should’ve. My sister hugged him. That night we found him curled up in the bus depot kept replaying in my head as I watched him standing at the window.

I asked him, “Did you want to try and find a movie? It’s still kind of early.” Did I want to find a movie? We needed to find a movie so I could push the intrusive thoughts out of my head.

Clearing my throat, I said, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Sebastian, I…I can sleep on the floor. I don’t want things to be weird.”

Sleep on the floor? Was he crazy? “Jackson, it’s fine. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable.” I was definitely comfortable, but I didn’t want him to feel pressured.

He nodded. “Right. Okay, if you’re sure.”

I pulled the blankets back, “I’m sure. Let’s find a movie.”

We didn’t find a movie but landed on some HGTV stuff. It was quiet and we watched it at a low volume as they fixed up some house that was in disarray. Each of us would chime in occasionally with our thoughts on their choice of color, décor, or lighting fixtures. Before I knew it, we were falling asleep with the tv still running in the background at an even lower volume.

I was dreaming. In my dream, Jackson was lying against me. His ass was pushed up against my cock and I was rock hard.I could hear him moaning as he pushed himself back into me. Grabbing his hip, I nuzzled my face into the back of his neck and pushed my stiff bulge against his ass to meet him. He smelled so good, like citrus. I didn’t remember him smelling like citrus. Suddenly his hand reached back to meet me. He palmed my cock through my sweats. Fuck, it felt so good. It was just a dream, and I could have that dream. I reached my hand around and grabbed his cock, the thickness of him through his sweats felt so good. His fucking dick felt incredible, and I just wished I could see it. I stroked him through his sweats like it was a lifeline, I couldn’t let go. I didn’t want to let go. He moaned and grinded his ass into me while he thrusted his shaft through my grip. It was so fucking hot. I was hot. My forehead was breaking a sweat but at the same time I wanted to melt into him.Fuck, don’t stop. Keep grinding on me,I thought.

And then, he said my name, “Sebastian, oh fuck…” And I realized it wasn’t a dream. I yanked my hand back and hopped out of bed.

“Jackson, I’m sorry. I thought I was dreaming. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He rolled out of bed and stood up, his impressively large cock staring at me through his sweats. The cock I had just stroked like it was my job. His eyes went from my face to my sweats. He was looking at how hard I was… hard forhim. Hard for what I thought was a dream and never would’ve acted on in reality. “Jackson… say something, please.”

He looked at me and then looked down at himself. “I’m um… I’m gonna go take a shower.” He rushed toward the bathroom, closing the door.

FUCK!I wanted to yell it. The clock blinked two o’clock in the morning. It was only two in the fucking morning. Check out wasn’t until ten o’clock. I got my jeans on and decided to go for a walk and let him have some time. What the hell was I going to do for eight hours?

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