Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys, #7)

by Alessandra Hazard

Sebastian Sumner was twenty-five, seven years younger than him, and was a successful model who lived in London.

Vlad scowled at it before lifting his gaze. “You sure you’re a model, with a fat ass like that?”

He needed a haircut and possibly a therapist. What the hell had he been thinking, snogging that awful man?

Vlad’s gaze traveled from the wavy raven hair, down the curve of Sebastian’s bare back, to the twin dimples above the generous swell of Sebastian’s ass clad in pajama bottoms. For a model, the guy really had a huge fucking ass.

He looked at Sebastian’s ass. His hand twitched. No, smacking it would be too gay.

“I must be under the Imperius curse, because I’d love to do anything for you.”

“I can be your house elf,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you need, and I don’t need any clothes, Master.”

“I’d even let your basilisk into my chamber of secrets,” he said, licking his lips obscenely and smirking. “Is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?”

The guy reminded him of Snow White—if Show White were six feet tall and male.

His eyes dropped to Sebastian’s ass. He wondered how the guy even got into those jeans. His ass really was fucking huge.

“This doesn’t make me a faggot.” “Of course not,” Sebastian said as Vlad smeared the rest of the lube on his hole. “You’re the definition of straight. Straighter than straight—ngh—” His words turned into a quiet moan as Vlad pushed inside him.

Vlad was no photographer or artist, but even he could see how beautiful the…the shot was.

“You’re so beautiful,” he heard himself mutter, kissing those lips again and again. He sounded drunk.

“Your face is more beautiful than Luke’s.”

“Wanna fuck me, don’t you? Too bad. I’ll be the one doing the fucking this time.”

“Still not a faggot?” Sebastian whispered, thrusting harder and deeper, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Sebastian stared at that beautiful cock hungrily, wishing he could do two things at once: fuck Vlad’s ass and ride that thick cock.

“He’s not that handsome,” Vlad grumbled. “He looks like Snow White.”

“He’s very pale. His eyes are too dark in contrast. His lips are so red they look painted.”

“His ass is huge,” Vlad said. “He has chicken legs.”

“I want you,” Vlad said.

I definitely didn’t expect to have a serious, adult talk with you that didn’t end in insults.” Vlad smiled back. “The night is still young.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian said, anger tightening his throat muscles. God, he was such an idiot. “Maybe tomorrow. I’ll invite him over tomorrow.”

i understand not being responsible for Vlad's repressed homosexual bullshit BUT i hate how Seb treats him, tries to make him jealous, and tries to force him into a mmm 3some? seriously? the guy is fighting demons

“If Antonio comes, it doesn’t mean you can’t, too. The more the merrier, right? It will be fun. Tony lives for casual sex and would be fine with it.”

what the fudge?

His lips were red and shiny from Antonio’s mouth.

gah, nooooooo, awful

“Hey, kotyonok,” he murmured, kissing Luke’s ear. “I missed you,” Luke said into Roman’s neck. “Missed you so much.” “Yeah,” Roman said hoarsely before hiking Luke’s legs up around his waist and carrying him out of the living room.

It was ridiculous. He wasn’t Vlad’s, and Vlad wasn’t his. The only thing they could have was friendship.

i feel like if Vlad didn't make all the efforts then nothing would happen. Seb is a selfish jerk

The wedding day of Tristan DuVal and Zach Hardaway dawned bright and beautiful,

💙💙

“I’m not grumpy,” Vlad said grumpily.

Vlad thought back to Tristan DuVal’s wedding vow that involved such words “I hated you at first sight, I still hate you for making me so soppy, and I promise to hate you till death do us part.”

“I love you,” he said haltingly. Those three little words had been on the tip of his tongue so many times lately, but Vlad’s hang-ups had always prevented him from saying them. “I love you,” he said firmer when Sebastian’s eyes widened. “I’m in love with you.”

“In hindsight, I’m glad you slept with my girlfriend,” Vlad said, squeezing his fingers. “We should send Nina a thank you card.”