Sebastian: The Complete Series (17 page)

“None as pretty as this one.” The second guy gave me a look and I flicked my middle finger up at him.

“I am
so
pretty and you know it.”

Their eyes did another slow look over my almost naked body and I felt their slimy touch from two feet away. “How about an exchange? Prince William over there can take the blond and we’ll keep you.”

I thought about it. No, I really did, but only for like a second.

I’d had a drink. I was tired. I’m a fool. What can I say?

“You couldn’t afford him.” Harry surprised them both and pulled Leigh out of the room.

We found ourselves running down the hall, half carrying Leigh all the way.

We never looked back, mainly because the two escaped convicts were shouting at us and we didn’t want any more hassle then we’d found already.

So… that’s how Leigh came back into my life.

I remember thinking as we grabbed our expensive suits from the lockers—just as the two guys chasing us barged into the changing room and we had to run out of the fine establishment wearing only the towels—that I would love just once to have a normal night out in town.

Just once.

But then it slipped from my mind, because I was running through Leeds city centre wearing only a towel around my hips—a small towel at that—with Harry and Leigh following me. Both looking equally lovely in their towels, and only two of us had clothes to put on as Leigh’s were now property of the sauna, because hell be damned if I was going back in there to get them.

“It will be so much fun getting a taxi dressed like this,” I shouted out to Harry and hurried him along. “Fucking hell, it’s freezing out here with just a towel on.”

“No shit! Grab that taxi and let’s get out of here.”

T
he excitement mixed with a daring escape and the bollock freezing temperatures were too much for Leigh, and he passed out in the taxi on the way back to our apartment block. Harry and I were struggling to get our pants on at the time, and have you ever tried fitting two pairs of long legs into skinny fitted pants in an enclosed area before? It’s funny as hell. I was peeing myself the whole time, watching the driver throw concerned looks at us in the mirror as Harry tried to reassure him everything was fine, and we weren’t nutters which had just escaped from the local mental hospital.

By the time I calmed my laughing down to the occasional snort, Harry was dressed—alright, half dressed. His buttons were all open and he’d just thrown on his shoes with no socks, but he looked better than I did in my skinny pants and bare chest, and no shoes because I’d dropped them en-route.

He glanced over at Leigh while I tried to put my shirt on, also difficult in a car—no room to stretch out. Harry moved a strand of baby blond hair from Leigh’s face and looked at him for a few moments, studying him carefully. “He looks okay. Drunk. But okay.”

“He’s out cold, huh?” I pushed Harry back against the seat and slapped Leigh’s face softly a couple of times before Harry elbowed me hard in the ribs and made me stop. “What! We can’t carry him. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but neither of us are built for that type of manual labour. Besides, he’s as big you, that makes me smaller than him, so you get to be the man and rescue him.”

I made lots of swooning noises and held my hand up dramatically to my forehead, fainting princess-style.

Harry punched me in the arm. “We’ll manage.”

We were home, so I pulled out ten quid and paid the driver as Harry climbed over the unconscious Leigh and got out of the car, lifting him over his shoulder fireman-style and standing up, being careful not to bang his poor head on the door.

“What? I work out, you know. I’m not just a skinny kid like you.”

“Huh, whatever. I could totally do that if I
wanted
to.” That was obviously a lie and we both knew it.

“And you’d never
want
to do it, right?” Harry shifted the dead weight of Leigh a little bit and pressed our security code into the pad by the door.

“I forgot how nice his arse was.” I was watching Leigh’s bum move on Harry’s shoulder as we walked. It really was one of the best arses I’d seen, twink-style obviously, not big and round and full of muscles like he who shall not be named.

“Yeah, he’s a cutie. What’s he doing running around and going to places like that?”

“Told you. Came out. Went badly. Got divorced—”

“Okay, okay. I get it. What are the chances we’d run into him like that?”

I followed them into the elevator and pressed our floor. “Slim to none. But I'm glad I spotted him. He isn't like this. I know he isn't. He’s just in a bad place and losing the plot. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him to come out to his wife.”

Harry turned slowly, so slowly I thought I’d pressed the slow motion button on life for a second. “You. Did. What?” Harry pursed his lips and shrugged Leigh further over his shoulder. “You told him to do
what
now? Come out to his wife? And what else did you
advise
him to do? Tell her he’d blown all their savings fucking a whore?”

“Whore? Please.” I huffed and began tapping my foot, watching the floors light up.

“Sebastian! Why did you do that?”

“He was living a lie.”

“But that was
his
decision. He’s not inept. He knew what he was doing. You had no right to interfere like you did. What makes you think you can breeze into someone’s life who you haven't the first clue about and tell them to change their whole way of life? You shouldn’t have done that. Look what’s happened.”

“Oh, so this is all my fault?”

“You know it fucking is. Why else did we just go through all this to rescue him, huh? Because you feel fucking guilty over it. I saw it in your eyes the moment you saw him. This here…” He jostled Leigh who gave a soft whine. “
This
is now
your
responsibility, Seb.”

“What?”

“You’re sorting him out. Helping him get back on his feet and his life back in order.”

“Erm… I’m kinda busy.”

“So am I.” Harry stormed out as soon as the doors binged open and I followed him.

I thought I’d win back some points by opening the door and fussing over them both while we moved into the sitting room where Harry gently rolled Leigh onto our new fashionably square grey corner sofa and settled him down on his side.

“I'm having a shower.” Harry flashed me another pissed off look before he swanned out of the room, kicking off his shoes on the way. “Make sure he’s okay.”

“Yes, boss.” I saluted him then turned back to look at the sofa and my beautiful blond laying on it. “Oh, Leigh. What have you gone and done?” I sat beside him, gently wiping his hair off his forehead and looking down at his boyish face—all snub-nosed and big-eyed. He looked adorable and I smiled down at him. “Sorry. I guess this is my fault. I just didn’t see this happening.” I covered him up with a fluffy cream throw which Harry insisted we get and slumped on the other side of the corner unit while I flicked the TV on.

The news was on in the background. Some woman was standing around a crime scene, one with all the yellow tape and lots of CSI type people in white jumpsuits. They kept passing her while she delivered the bad news about another missing person which had been found dead in a field somewhere on the outskirts of Leeds.

Leigh was out for the count and I was falling asleep when Harry mooched back into the room wearing just a loose pair of jogging pants, looking all sexy and smelling delicious. I was too caught up in smelling him to pay attention to what he was saying, and the pillow he threw at me jolted me suddenly back into the world.

“I said, I had my first date there.”

I looked to the TV and yawned. “You had your first date in a field where murderers bury their dead victims?”

“No.” Harry deadpanned me and I smiled. “I meant there. See the big castle behind it.”

“Oooo nice. Good score. Well, not so good now dead people are turning up in its garden, but…”

“Yeah, shame.” Harry began listening to the news while I shifted my attention back to Leigh. “He’s so beautiful.” I turned to see Harry was now gazing at Leigh with me, and he appeared to be more shocked than me by his statement which made me chuckle.

“I know. He’s a nice guy too. Too nice. I hated taking his money. Honestly, I would have screwed him for free.”

Harry turned his nose up and flicked his eyes between Leigh and the TV like he was watching tennis, eventually giving up and just blatantly staring at him while he slept.

I didn’t blame him.

Leigh looked obscenely exquisite laying there with his baby blond hair hanging around his face in soft waves, and his flawless, creamy skin highlighting his pink cock-sucking lips. He looked angelic, and he reminded me of some of the gods of ancient Greece which I loved so much.

“So…” As soon as I began speaking, Harry huffed. “Aww, come on, Harry. This is the first bloke to interest you in ages, years probably. Give me a break while I enjoy it. It’s allowed, you know. You could—”

“Could what? Date? I don’t think so. Between his personal life and my job, that wouldn’t work out too well, would it? I’m never getting involved with anyone again, Seb. You know why. No matter how attractive he is, or how tempting the idea is to fall for him, I won’t.” He sounded really confident about it, but the way he drifted his eyes over every inch of Leigh as he spoke, the way his breathing picked up and his eyes darkened, didn’t exactly go with his words.

“You want him so much I can taste it in the air. I give you a week before you snap and fuck him.”

“A week?” Harry woke up then slammed his eyes to mine. “A week of what? Him living here? No way! He’s out in the morning. You’re sorting it, remember?”

“Yeah, but by sorting shit out, I thought he’d just stay here…” The look Harry had was one of utter shock, and if I read him right, which I did—I always did—he was scared. He wanted Leigh out and fast. “Ha! Three days before you fuck him.”

Harry stood up, fisting his hands by his side and stormed off. “I am
not
fucking him. I don’t do that. Not for free. Not anymore.” He glanced over his shoulder when Leigh moaned softly. Harry’s gaze was stuck on Leigh as he moved onto his back and stretched his arms out, his naked chest and stomach coming on show, and Harry promptly walked straight into the wall while I laughed so hard I fell off the sofa.

“Oh, Harry. You’ve got it bad, man.”

“I want him out,” Harry hissed as he rubbed his forehead.

“I think you meant to say… I want him.” I nodded, and Harry didn’t deny it, he just flicked me the bird and stormed out. The sound of the door slamming behind him woke Leigh up with a jolt and he groaned loudly, then threw up all over our new rug.

“Ugh. HARRY!!”

I
woke up the following morning with Leigh asleep next to me and taking wayyy too much of the bed up for my liking. It wasn’t like I shared my space often, so I was used to spreading out starfish-style.

After checking the clock, and seeing I’d slept in till lunch time, I dragged my arse out of bed and planned to get in the shower. Harry was just retuning from his daily run and bugged me about using the bathroom at twelve in the afternoon when he needed it, then he peeked inside my room and looked over Leigh.

I didn’t have to join him to know what he was seeing, and I could tell from Harry’s body language he immediately appreciated the view. His whole frame tensed and his loose pants showed how eager his cock was to jump in bed and have some fun with the delicious blond.

“Shit!” Harry tried to move out of the room—he really did, bless him—but it was like he was sucked into a sex vortex and his feet had taken root on the hall floor. “Seb, you have to get him out of here.”

Leigh was naked and laid on his front, pert arse pointing in the air and legs spread just enough to give a glimpse of something Harry didn’t need to see between his thighs. Something which I’d spent hours satisfying with my cock on our dates when we last saw each other.

“Aww, he likes you though.”

Harry winced then closed his eyes. “Please, Sebastian.”

I sighed as I leaned against the doorframe and shook my head. “You
really
like him, huh?” I didn’t need to ask, and I didn’t need him to reply.

Even covered in puke and making heartbreaking sobbing sounds as Harry and I looked after him last night, Leigh looked too stunning to take your eyes off. Last night it was pretty obvious Harry and Leigh both liked each other. Poor Harry didn’t know what to do when Leigh clung to him, all naked and emotional.

Harry had a soft spot for him, and not just because he wanted to screw his arse into the mattress. He liked him and that was unheard of for Harry.

He’d worked hard to turn his heart into stone and he didn’t like Leigh cracking it so soon.

Harry smiled despite himself and leaned his head on the wall as he dreamily looked on at Leigh sleeping. “He’s just… sweet. Really sweet. Like a stick of rock smothered in honey and rolled in sugar.”

“Wow, that’s… teeth-achingly sweet.”

“I know, right!” Harry dragged his eyes off the erotic vision in front of him and shoved me out of the way, quickly slipping in the bathroom and leaving me standing outside in just… a towel.

Another towel.

“Hey, I was just getting in. That’s not fair, Harry.” I banged on the door and got a laugh in response. “Just because you're in there pulling off over your stick of rock laid in bed.” I laid my head on the door, but I knew he wasn’t getting out any time soon.

“Seb?”

I jumped, grabbing my towel and turned to see Leigh behind me, dressed thankfully in some of my clothes. Damn! “Morning, sugar.” I was calling him that from now on.

“Erm, morning.” Leigh smiled shyly then looked at his feet. “Thank you again for last night. I had no idea where I was, I was so drunk. I'm sorry for making a mess of your sitting room when I woke up.”

“Ahh, save that apology for Harry. He’s the one who cleaned it up. I got the pleasure of helping you get clean.” I grinned at him. “Feel better?”

“I feel sober. I have a headache though.”

“You need food. After HARRY has FINISHED in the SHOWER, then we can go out and eat.” I turned around and banged on the door. “I'm so regretting not paying the extra cash and getting an en-suite bathroom with my room right now. You stole my shower time. That’s so unfair.”

“Aww, I’m so sad for you,” Harry called out over the sound of the water. “Seriously, I’m crying in here. Someone get me a box of tissues and a Xanax.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I sighed then made my way back into my room with Leigh trailing after me like some lost puppy. “So…” I threw Leigh a glance over my shoulder as I pulled on a pair of training pants. “How’s things?” Leigh’s gaze dropped to the floor again and I froze when I recognised the tell-tale sign of tears. I didn’t
do
tears. “HARRY!”

I’
d never been so thankful to get a call about a late date in my life. I was out of that apartment so fast I left F1 style tyre tracks on the floor. It was with a new guy. And I was so happy to be out of the apartment, leaving Harry to mollycoddle Leigh, that I hadn’t read through the guy’s requirements until I was pulling up outside the flashy apartment block where he lived.

I was memorising his name and reading through his preferences when my phone went dead. In all the rushing around the night before, I’d forgotten to charge it. Luckily I remembered his floor and apartment number, and I slowly made my way through the lobby—which made me question if I’d got the right block because it looked like a business place and there were shops and stuff, but I decided to bluff my way through, like I do with most of my life. I found the elevator and pressed the right floor. Or at least I hoped it was the right floor.

The only thing I could remember about the guy’s tastes was he didn’t want full sex. Which still left a lot to do, but my own skill list hadn’t changed in a month, so I was comfortable I’d been paired up with a suitable date.

Oh, how I was wrong!

Super-duper wrong.

Like, wrong on an
epic
proportion.

Think biblical, world-ending, disaster wrong. Imagine Noah just saying, ‘nah, I’m too busy to build a fucking boat, mate,’ then you get an idea of how wrong I was.

Let me explain…

By the time I got upstairs and found which room was his—I may have gone to the wrong room—okay, I did, but that’s beside the point—I was a little flustered and feeling unprepared. I knocked and waited, then the door opened and there he was.

Shane was a big guy. Even bigger than Robert. He was huge. Standing at around six four with heavy muscles all over him, especially his thighs which barely fitted in the slacks he had on. They weren’t all gym muscles either, the guy was a natural and he carried a bit of weight with him, which just added to the whole B.I.G issue.

He waved me in, talking on his mobile and giving me a chance to look him over.

I’d never been with anyone like him before. I’d thought about it watching the rugby with my dad, but so far in my life the opportunity to bag a player hadn’t come up. Shame, I know, but here was Shane and he was mine for the next couple of hours.

He smiled at me as I shut the door, then ended his call and looked me up and down with a very pleased smile on his stubble covered, I-work-outside face.

“Hi, Shane.”

“Sebastian, right?”

“Hmmm.”

“You’re new.”

“Nope, not really. I broke my cherry some time ago.”

“Nice. I like experience.”

“I have plenty of that.” I enjoyed this aspect of the job. The flirting. So far I’d not met a man who didn’t enjoy a little before we got down to it, which I knew would change, but I was enjoying it while it lasted. “So, Shane… you're a big one. Rugby player?”

Shane grinned. I was right. I'm always right. “I played in uni. It’s just a hobby now but it keeps me fit.”

“Very fit.” I sat down on one of his chairs and leaned back, still enjoying the view of his loose training pants and very obvious semi he was sprouting. “So, no sex, huh? Afraid you might break the poor things in half? Or is it just me?”

“I get plenty of sex from men and women I date, so I pay for the things I don’t get.”

“Hmm.” At this point, I was cursing Leigh, Harry, myself, my fucking phone. What the hell did he want? I should have found a payphone and called the office before I got to him, but that moment had gone and there I was. Waiting for it.

“Why don’t you strip off, then we can get in the shower.”

Shower was good. Shower was normal and would involve touching and possible blow jobs or hand jobs, so I relaxed a bit.

“Okay. Do you want to watch me strip?” I smiled coyly at him as he moved to me, working his huge paws over my body before unbuttoning my shirt.

“You a Leeds lad?” Shane asked while his too-big-for-small-job fingers fumbled on my chest.

“Yep, born and bred. You’re from the North, not here though.”

“Sheffield.”

“The accent gives you away. More Sean Bean than my sophisticated Leeds one.”

“Sean Bean my arse!” He snorted then laughed. “And by the way, Leeds aint sophisticated.”

“How can you say that?” I mock gasped and he smiled. “We have a Harvey Nichols here and everything. That’s sophisticated. You wouldn’t know this being from Sheffield. Also, it’s a proven fact that people who use ‘aint’ know nothing about sophistication.” I grinned up at him.

He laughed loudly as he began to remove my pants. “You're the first person I’ve paid for who made me laugh.” He flashed his brown eyes down and stared at me. “You’re newish, right?”

Why did everyone guess that?

“Not really. I don’t feel it.”

“Yeah…” Shane tilted my head back and ran his fingers through my hair while he studied me. “You're still you. That's what gives you away. Most of them, they’re just… not. They play the game, give off all the right signals, but it’s not them. You’ve got heart. For now, you care.”

“You planning on changing that, Shane?”

“I hope not.” Shane had me naked and was slipping off his pants when he grinned at me. “I'm a pretty nice guy. I'm not out to make anyone’s life hard. Just here for a bit of fun, like you.”

So, he was nice.

Well, he said it, right?

And he
was
nice. No creepy vibes or anything. He was actually handsome if not a little too rugged for me, but he wasn’t bad-looking. He just wasn’t my perfect guy.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been to a client’s home, but it wasn’t the norm. They only did that when they lived alone and I think gave less of a shit about people knowing what they got up to. His apartment was nice, a total man pad though. Not much around except trophies from his rugby and lots of pictures of him with his mates getting pissed up on nights out. The bathroom was huge though and he’d obviously paid a lot to make it bigger and better than what was originally there.

It had this massive walk in shower, but then he was huge so it made sense. As he fiddled with the knobs and buttons, I stood outside, slightly shivering in the tiled room and wanting the hot water to shoot out so I could get in and warm up. I was sure he’d be able to heat me up wherever we were, but having him in the shower with his big, hairy, naked body made me think the shower was the perfect place to get friendly.

As soon as the water began pouring out from the three nozzles surrounding him, he smiled and took hold of my hip in his hand and pulled me into his body, our flesh connecting with a slap and a laugh. He let me turn around, wetting my body as he ran his fat fingers over my sensitive skin.

“You look even sexier wet.” Shane rubbed my shoulders with those strong hands and I fought the urge to tell him to keep going. “Turn around.”

He took out the gel and worked it all over my chest and arms. The massaging effect made me relax and I sighed when he took them from me. He grinned down at me, his hair all wet and sticking to his head and his body looking even bigger in the enclosed area. “That’s what I do when I’m not playing on the rugby field. I’m a sports therapist. Feel better now you're all loose?”