“Ya promised me ya wouldn’t get drunk,” I grumbled, tucking Sebastian into bed as best I could on one leg.
“I am not!” he huffed, his voice slurred, “You can blame your sœur she kept giving me wine. It was yummy,” he grabbed the extra pillow on the bed and cuddled it close to his chest, “lay down.”
“I need to change then I will,” sighing, I grabbed my crutches and backpack, heading into the bathroom next to the bedroom to get ready for bed.
After four hours of drinking, Winifred, Sebastian, and Lincoln ended up effectively plastered, Silas and I watching from the couch as Sidney took care of Mylo. Serenity and Garett had left with my grandparents just after dinner and Grayson worked as a barrier to keep the drunk people in the house, Hunter among them. After forcing Lincoln and Winifred to the apartment above the shop, Silas and Sidney helped me get Sebastian to my bedroom before racing off to ensure that their partners didn’t get hurt. Mylo was staying in the main house with my parents, Grayson in full baby care mode and I realized that there was no way I would sleep without Sebastian next to me, deciding it was best to simply put him in my bed with Aldo and go to sleep with them. Luckily, because I had been 6 foot 4 at 15, my bed here was a California king, the same as my apartment, which meant there would be plenty of room for me as well.
Once I was ready for bed, I made my way to the bedroom and locked the door behind me, climbing onto the bed and grabbing the extra pillows from the floor to prop my leg up. Sebastian whined and immediately sat up, throwing his shirt off and across the room.
“Bas?” I looked at him surprised as I turned the television on.
“Chaud,” he whined again, trying to unbutton his pants, “pourquoi, putain, ne s'ouvrent-ils pas? Oliver help.”
“You… want me to take your pants off? Sebastian, I’m planning to sleep in here with you.”
“I am dying, it is hot! Please,” he kicked his legs and I snorted, “Oliver…”
“Okay okay,” I undid the button of his pants and he squirmed out of them, leaving him in a pair of tiny briefs before he crawled under the blanket on his stomach, his hair a mess around his face, “Sebastian,” I sighed, pushing his hair away, “you’re a mess.”
“I know. It is unattractive.”
“Not at all,” I whispered, running my fingers down his spine and he whimpered, a quiet moan escaping as he pushed his hips into the mattress, the blanket shifting around him, “go to bed okay?”
“You… do not wish to…” he opened one of his eyes and I gently rubbed his cheek with the back of my hand.
“I won’t. Not when you’re drunk. We still need to talk, Bas. There are some things about me ya need to know first before we can be honest okay?”
“But…”
“Patience,” I whispered, wrapping my hand in his hair and lightly pulling, Sebastian groaning softly as I did, “you have to learn patience.”
“Okay. Whatever it is you wish,” he nodded, forcing me to pull his hair again, “ah… J'adore cette sensation,” he whispered, his eyes closed.
Shit.
Not the best time to be hard.
He has no idea what he’s doing to me right now.
“Go to sleep,” I gently kissed his hair and he smiled, wrapping his arms around mine, “I’ll be right here.”
“Okay okay,” he pouted but continued to smile, “bonne nuit.”
“Buonanotte.”
I waited until Sebastian was asleep, snoring softly before climbing out of bed, grabbing my crutches, and heading to the living room to clear my mind. Grayson was sitting on the couch looking at the ceiling, Mylo asleep in a travel carrier in the living room and I flopped down, propping my leg up on the couch.
“Can’t sleep?” Grayson whispered, turning his head to look at me.
“Nah. I just got Sebastian to bed. Drunk baby I swear.”
“He’s perfect for you.”
“Mhm. I know,” I nodded, “so why am I scared to tell him the truth?”
“Well. You had your heart ripped out by Sky. I never thought you’d fall in love again. I’m guessing you didn’t plan to.”
“Of course not. Bas crashed into my life. Changed everythin’ all by bein’ so kind and gentle with me. But he is fiercely protective. As bad as me I suppose. I ain’t wanna hurt him, Dad. But I don’t know how to do any of this anymore. I’m used to takin’ people to bed. Sorry. But it’s true. Bad as Silas used to be now. Or I was. Before Sebastian. Now, I wanna spend those nights watchin’ movies and sharin’ ice cream with him. Go grocery shoppin’ and watch his face when he’s surprised by things around us. We go to the farmers market once a week. Me. At a farmers market. Because I know it makes him happy. That’s all I want. Is to keep makin’ him smile. We share an office simply because I like knowin’ he’s there. I want him to be with me. However, he'll have me.”
“You do love him. Oliver, you have to tell him! He’s wonderful. Sweet, funny, intelligent, drop-dead gorgeous. Clearly dedicated to you.”
“Well yeah, he loves workin’ at Parallel.”
“No idiot,” Grayson sighed and smacked the back of my head, “he’s entirely dedicated to you. He didn’t have to come out here to meet us. But he did it because he knew it was important to you. Making sure your leg is okay, feeding you. I watched the way he flutters around you, making sure that you’re settled, that you have what you need. That goes beyond an assistant. He does it because he deeply, truly cares for you, Oliver and if you’re too late you’ll lose him.”
“Every time I try to tell him, someone gets in the way.”
“Hm… okay. Give me a bit. I have an idea.”
“Dad?”
“Let me do this. I want to see you smiling like you have been with him around. You finally found it, Oliver, and I want to make sure that you can keep it.”
“Keep what?”
“True love,” he smiled, patting my cheek, “it’s okay that he’s 8 years younger. It’s okay that he’s your assistant and works underneath you at a company you own. None of that matters when you make each other happy. I see the way you look at him. The same way Hunter still looks at me after all these years together. That’s love, babe.”
“But it… it’s only been a few months.”
“So? You can’t decide how these things happen. Dad and I became boyfriends after four months together. Shared our first I love you after ten months. Got married a little over a year after that. Time is a construct. You can't place time on emotions.”
“Right… I know that. I’m just scared.”
“That’s a good thing, Ollie. It means that what you feel is true. So go back to bed. Hold him. I promise that I will give you a way to be alone so you can share how you feel for him okay? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
“I know ya are… um, thank you. For always bein’ here for me. You’ve… Dad, you’ve always been my best friend.”
“I know babe,” he laughed and I hugged him tightly, “you’re my best friend too. Are you moving home?”
“In the next year, I plan to. I’m gonna buy a house here. Maybe not Livingston but close enough to come to dinner a few times a week and stuff. I don’t have to be in either office to run the company as long as I fly out for meetings when I’m needed.”
“Is Sebastian planning to come along?”
“Mhm.”
“Good. Go to bed, Oliver. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay. Love ya, Dad.”
“Love you more.”
I stopped at the travel crib and gently ran my fingers through Mylo’s hair, smiling before continuing down the hallway to the bedroom where I found Sebastian sitting up, playing with the blanket, and watching the movie I had left on.
“You were asleep when I left,” I smiled, setting the crutches near the door and locking it, hopping over to the bed carefully and taking the position I had been in before I left the room.
“I can not sleep when you are not with me,” he whispered, looking at his lap, “when did I… take off my clothes?”
“About twenty minutes ago when you started whining about it bein’ too hot in here.”
“Ah oui. I can’t handle the heat. The alcohol made me warm. Oh… merde,” he groaned.
“What’s wrong?”
“I did not pack pajamas.”
“We’re in my room. Grab somethin’ out of the closet. My shirts will be long but you’ll be comfortable. Everythin’ here is from my teenage years though so don’t laugh. It’s all pretty borin’. Dressed like the country boy I am after all.”
“Merci,” he kissed my cheek and jumped out of the bed, freezing when he realized what he had once again done, “I keep kissing you. I apologize.”
“I don’t mind it at all. Grab a shirt and come to bed. It’s already midnight.”
I watched Sebastian dig through the closet before he grabbed my old training shirt from when I played football in high school and pulled it on, giggling as it came to his knees. He pulled his hair into a knot and finally came back to bed, cuddling up to me, his head now on my chest.
“Oliver?”
“Yes,” I ran my hand slowly up the back of the shirt.
“Merci. For always taking care of me.”
“I always will if you let me.”
“Oui. Always. You and me,” he yawned.
“Sebastian, is this your way of askin’ me to be with you?”
There was no reply and a sudden snore escaped Sebastian, making me quietly groan and thump my head against the headboard.
I swear to God.
I can’t handle much more of this.
Grumbling, I scooted down on the bed and adjusted the pillow under my leg before holding Sebastian as tightly as I could and turning my attention back to the movie. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep, my hand never moving from the back of Sebastian’s shirt.
“Oliver,” Sebastian softly poked my cheek and I grumbled, “it is morning. Your père made breakfast. I am hungry but I cannot get up.”
“Why not?” I muttered, my voice thick.
“You are holding me so tightly and your hand… it is in my uh…”
Squeezing my hand closed, I realized that at some point in the night, I had slid into his briefs, my hand entirely covering one of his cheeks, “oh fuck. Sebastian I…”
“I know how you are, I do not mind. But I need food and to use the toilettes so please… I will be right back.”
“Okay,” I let go and Sebastian scrambled out of bed, Aldo right behind him as they raced into the hallway making me laugh softly.
His ass is so tight.
Perfect.
I’m cold now though.
Sebastian returned a few moments later, his face a bit damp as he had clearly washed it and he climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees, “bonjour,” he softly touched my chest and I covered his hand with my own.
“Buongiorno,” I whispered, “did you sleep well?”
“I did. Because you held me. Why?”
“We shared a bed. I warned ya. When I sleep next to someone, I crave their body heat.”
“So it wasn’t…"
“Shh,” I sat up and pressed my lips to his forehead, “it was because of you. I sleep the best when I have you next to me. It’s the only time I dream. Sebastian… I… fuck it,” I moved down and slowly kissed him, my hand tight around the nape of his neck and he jumped before settling against me, his arms laying lazily on my shoulders as he played with my hair, the kiss shared between us gentle and warm. There was no rush to intimacy, no need to claim him because I realized something as he smiled, deepening the kiss and slowly pushing me onto my back to lay on top of me, our lips never leaving the other. Sebastian was already mine. He had been for weeks but I was too scared to do anything about it.
“Oliver,” he whispered against my lips, “oh Oliver.”
My stomach twisted and I increased my grip on his neck, my other arm now tight around his back as I held him close to me, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes, “I care so much about you. Please… no more of this game we’ve accidentally been playin’ for weeks. I want to be with you. But there’s some… I have certain needs and I… worry that they’ll scare you. But I can control it if it means that we… we can start buildin’ something together.”
“Tell me then,” he whispered softly, touching my bottom lip.
“There is… somethin’ that Skylar fostered in me and it… it is something I have to do for my partner. It not only makes me happy but it turns me on…”
“What is it?”
“Spoilin’. With gifts, affection, and things like that. It’s not buyin’ your love or time. It’s rewardin’ you for bein’ good and not needin’ punishment that day.”
“You have a domination kink.”
“Very much so. I prefer it if my partner is a sub. Willin’ to call me daddy or sir when we’re in private. I like a little bit of brattiness so I can make ya earn nice things from me. Kisses, affection, gifts. All of your needs are always met as well as things ya want when you’re behavin’ or I see somethin’ I know you’ll like. I treat ya as my equal always when we’re around others. But at home, in bed, I’m in charge. I will never hurt you. I want ya to be aware of that. But I am rough. Spankin’, smackin’, bitin’. I will always ask for your permission before I do anythin’. Well maybe not spankin’. But that’s only if you were actin’ up. I can be gentle when ya need it, let ya take charge when you want it. But… it’s simply somethin’ that has spiraled out of my control at this point. We would be equal partners, I will dedicate myself entirely to you. Protecting you, my heart will belong to you and you alone, Sebastian. But I need ya to understand this about who I am. If ya ever need breaks from my… not control but… decision-makin’, I am nothin’ if not accommodatin’. You are the first person that I have met in years I want to build somethin’ with. Ya see through me. You have me eating out of the palm of your hand. I will give ya the world. I’m already tryin’ to. I couldn’t stop myself. So please,” I squeezed him gently, “don’t let knowin’ this is how I am cause you to flee. I can do my best to control it for ya. Maybe not the buyin’ ya things part or whisking ya away to different parts of the world but everythin’ else if it’s not right for you. I’m terrified now that ya know this that you’re gonna leave. That you’re going to quit Parallel. I need ya both at work and at home. You became so important so fast. I know that I can make this work however you need it from me. So please… please don’t run away from me now that ya know.”
“But why would I run from that?” he smiled, rubbing his nose with mine, “when it’s exactly what I want. I am what you were looking for. You are who I have wanted. Exactly what I want. A kind, caring man who will take care of me and learn to love me as I am. We are equal. That is true. But I don’t mind if you have control and make the decisions for us. There’s a reason I always immediately bend to you when you tell me to do something. I love it. It makes a shiver shoot down my back. I want to build this life with you. Please choose me.”
“Oh kitten,” I smiled, caressing his cheek, “I already did. The minute ya smiled at me. I have been failin’ at keepin’ it in check. It was your eyes. The way you take control around others. How sound your advice is. I may be in charge but I will always listen to what ya want.”
“Even if I want glace at 2 in the morning?”
“Anythin’. As long as you’re a good boy. That’s why I’m going to give you access to my personal account. Ya have to ask first, but you can buy anything ya want. Spend the money you make from work on basic expenses but let me buy everything else. Let me take care of ya. It makes me feel so good.”
“Okay,” he giggled.
“I’m so happy right now. Thank you… for choosin’ me.”
“Why did you call me kitten?”
Shit.
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