Aubrey was in bed, with his arm draped over his forehead and his phone held to his chest. A silent debate warred inside his head, about whether or not he should DM an apology to Sabien. He might be a bit sassy and angry, but he was remorseful. Even cats found their way back to their owners after clawing the shit out of them. 

Chewing on his bottom lip, he recalled the way Sabien’s eyes drifted to his mouth. Aubrey enjoyed the sight more than he liked to admit. If he had decided to suck in his bottom lip, what would Sabien’s response be? Aubrey wasn’t a fool about his own visuals. He knew when to use his “pretty boy” traits to his advantage, if it meant Sabien losing his mind over them. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, glad that he took the bedroom loft. Wesley’s room was downstairs, and presently empty since Wesley was still in the Hills. 

Aubrey had the entire space to himself. His bedroom didn’t have doors, only stairs that led up to his floating space with a walk-in closet and ensuite. He was closer to the ceiling, without any walls to block off the noises he would make. For a semblance of privacy, Aubrey installed curtains, hanging from the exposed pipes in the ceiling. At least, Wesley would know when to not barge in if Aubrey drew the curtains shut. 

Aubrey didn’t reach for the wireless earbuds sitting atop his dresser. He closed his eyes, and imagined gripping those powerful shoulders as Sabien sucked him off. Aubrey’s mewls came unbidden as the vision took hold. He released his phone, letting it slide off his chest, hitting the bed. He reached down with the same hand, slipping it beneath his silk black pajama bottoms. 

Aubrey’s breath hitched as his fingers danced across the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. He drew out a slow, shuddering breath as he took hold of himself. The amount of precum he produced was obscene, coating his palm at the first stroke. His cock twitched against as he tightened his fist and gave a nice tug. Aubrey released a drawn out, desperate groan, as he squeezed his dick, emulating how tight Sabien’s mouth would be around his shaft. He could envision the blonde model’s cheeks hollowing in as he squeezed his cock. 

“Fuuucckkkk,” Aubrey wheezed as he thrust into the tight circle of his fist. It didn’t take long for Aubrey to get closer, panting and thrusting at an urgent pace. His balls drew tight, and his toes curled as he dug his heels into the bed. His chest thundered with his quickening breaths, his moans low and rough. Aubrey saw stars before he exploded. White hot pleasure consumed him, tingling at the base of his spine. He shuddered through the rhythmic pulsations, rasping for air. 

Aubrey’s body finally relaxed after a deep arch. His hand and the inside of his pants were drenched with cum. He not only came fast but he had a mind-numbing orgasm. Staring at the ceiling in a post-coital daze, Aubrey’s mind created a version of Sabien smirking and wiping the back of his mouth. Flustered, the post-nut clarity slammed into him after the last bits of the high faded. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. There was no going back after this. Aubrey either needed to pursue Sabien or block him for the rest of his life. The latter was a cold harsh pill to swallow. Aubrey wasn’t sure why but he couldn’t ignore the faint traces of fear and dread during their encounter. Was it normal to feel like prey before the object of his desire? 

Aubrey had to make up his mind. Take the risk or ditch all efforts. The industry kept them in the same circle for this long.