Page 21 of Sebastian

No, I’m not seeing anyone, no one but Sebastian, that is.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket and when I take it out, it’s a reminder that I’m supposed to be at Sebastian’s in five minutes. It’s too late to back out now. I’ve already signed all the things, and he’s up there waiting for me. Even if I wanted to call a stop to everything, I can’t leave him hanging. I press the button for Sebastian’s apartment, and his voice immediately comes through the crackly line.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Christian.”

“Hey! Come on up!”

There’s a buzzing sound as the door’s locking mechanism turns. The stairs are in the middle of the building and with every step I take, my heart races faster and faster.

Sebastian’s standing in his doorway when I get to his floor, and his face lights up when he sees me. He’s got that big bright smile on, the one that makes me stagger under its intensity. “Hey! You made it! Any trouble finding the place?”

“No trouble,” I say, taking a minute to bask in Sebastian’s smile. Warmth settles into my stomach the way it always does when I’m around him.

Sebastian ushers me into his tiny studio apartment. It’s the type of shoebox that New York is known for. Kitchen along one side, a small window with a delightful view of a brick wall, barely enough room for a double bed, an armchair, and a tiny desk. He’s already got the camera tripods and light boxes set up and I can piece together the angles from all the videos I’ve watched on his page.

“Can I get you anything? A snack? A drink?”

I had a protein smoothie for breakfast. That was my old routine from back in the day. Can’t eat or drink too much before a shoot for fear of a food belly. “Water is fine.”

Sebastian pulls a carafe of water out of the fridge and fills a glass. “So, this is it,” he says with one of his giggles that makes my skin tingle. He hands me the glass. “Kinda sad compared to what you’re used to, I’m guessing.”

“No, this feels…” Normal. Ordinary. Average. In a good way. This is a typical New York apartment and we’re just two guys about to strip down and fuck. There isn’t makeup and wardrobe and a whole crew of people standing around watching. There aren’t any lines to memorize or characters I’m supposed to play. I take in a deep breath and when I let it out, my heart rate slows a little. This is… “Nice. It’s comfortable. I like it.”

Sebastian’s smile turns shy and bashful and he drops his gaze, treating me to a view of those long lashes. “Thanks. Um, have a seat.” He gestures to the armchair.

It’s the same one he shoots videos on and my dick stirs at the memory of him with his leg thrown over the arm, his ass on the edge of the cushion, the shadow of a butt plug between his cheeks. That warmth in my stomach travels down to my balls and I ease carefully into the chair. I set my bag down on the floor and take a long drink of the cold water.

Sebastian perches on the edge of the bed, his butt barely touching the covers. He looks like he’s about to fly off and go bouncing around the room. He’s wringing his hands in his lap. He’s nervous. Like, way more nervous than I am. Which I don’t fully understand since this is something he does all the time. But it’s also incredibly endearing and sweet for some reason. It makes me want to go sit next to him, put my arms around him, and soak in all the excess energy he can’t contain. It makes me want to pull him into my lap, settle his body against mine, and hold him.

“Thanks for filling out all those forms. I know it was a lot. Sorry about that.” He tries to sit farther back on the bed but then scoots forward again.

I shift to the front of the chair and lean my elbow on my knees, bringing us a couple inches closer to each other. “Yeah, sure, no problem.”

Sebastian’s gaze flits to me, then away. His chest rises and falls a little too fast and his knuckles are white. “Um, did you have any questions or anything? Anything off-limits that you didn’t indicate in the forms? Anything about my test results?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“Okay, good.” He nods. He falls silent for a moment like he’s not sure what to say next, then points to one of the cameras. “I usually start with an on-camera interview. I’ll introduce you, ask a few questions about what you like, what you don’t like. Things like that. And then… we get started. Does that sound okay?”

“It sounds wonderful,” I say.

“Good.” He shoots to his feet. “Great. Awesome.”

I stand too and step in close to him. “Hey. Breathe.”

He stills immediately. He stares up at me, lips parted, chest almost brushing mine with every inhale. I lift a hand and trail the back of my fingers down his bare arm. He shivers at my touch and my cock fills in response. He smells like vanilla, like chocolate chip cookies, and I bend my head forward for a little more. He sighs and sways toward me, his eyes falling shut.

“Better?” I ask in a whisper.

He nods and his hair brushes against my cheek. “I guess I’m a little nervous.”

“I am too.”

He lets out a huff of laughter and lifts his gaze to mine. “You? Nervous?”

I quirk my lips into a grin. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”

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