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“I would apologize for giving your girlfriend an orgasm, but now she and you are even.”
“Behave while I’m gone,” he said hoarsely. “Be a good boy for me.” Luke’s eyes glazed over.
“You don’t get to say stupid shit like that and then ignore me.” “You’re right: it’s stupid,” Luke murmured. “I’m pretty sure you don’t actually have feelings for either of us—just a lot of repressed gay feelings in general.”
Sebastian had never been so utterly, totally mad. Generally, he was kind of shit at being mad and staying mad. His sister always made fun of him when he got angry, saying that he looked like a puppy trying to look menacing before forgetting about it and wanting to play.
I think he’s actually gay, but I doubt he’ll ever admit it. The more he wants you, the more he’ll hate you and blame you for that.”
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.
“This must be the room of requirement, because you’re exactly what I need,” Sebastian said, looking stupidly pleased with himself.
“I must be under the Imperius curse, because I’d love to do anything for you.”
arms. “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?”
“Yesterday was a fluke. I’m not a—” “Homo,” Sebastian finished amiably. “I know, I know. You’re a very straight man who just happens to sometimes put his body parts in my mouth.”
Roman doesn’t consider himself gay—he says he’s with me because he wants me, not my prick.” A soft, rather dopey smile appeared on Luke’s face. “It makes me a bit mad, but it’s also kind of sweet?
Even his dumb cat was judging him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he heard himself mutter, kissing those lips again and again. He sounded drunk. He felt drunk.
He and Vlad sleeping in the same room was the worst idea ever. They would either try to kill each other or fuck. Sebastian wasn’t sure which would be worse.
This was the first time he actually burned to fuck another man, make him fall apart on his cock. He wanted to see this proud, manly, homophobic and supposedly straight man turn into a slut for his cock. The mere thought of it made his cock ache.
There was no denying it anymore: he wasn’t quite as straight as he’d believed all his life. But that was the extent of what he was willing to admit, even to himself.
It didn’t seem to matter how good he looked now; he would always feel like an ugly duckling at heart.
“He looks like Snow White.” Luke chuckled. “You’re saying it like it’s a bad thing.” “He’s very pale. His eyes are too dark in contrast. His lips are so red they look painted.” Luke hummed noncommittally, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his smile. “His ass is huge,” Vlad said. “He has chicken legs.” “Yeah, he looks positively tragic.”
“I like you.” Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. “You like me?” “Yeah,” Vlad said, smirking. “You’re a little ridiculous, a little pretentious, but you’re all right.”
That was why he said nothing as Vlad trailed his fingers over Sebastian’s face and chest when he thought Sebastian was asleep. That was why he said nothing when Vlad whispered something in Russian, sounding angry and frustrated. Some things were better left unsaid.
I could have loved you.
He thought of being able to call Sebastian his, of being able to spend as much time with Sebastian as he wanted, of being the only man to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. He liked the idea. He liked it very much.
Nuzzling into his cheek, Vlad dragged his mouth along Sebastian’s jaw and sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t be your friend. I don’t want to be your friend. I want more.”
“Then be more,” he whispered with a smile. Vlad’s blue eyes smiled.
Vlad’s eyes were still half-closed as he made grabby hands for Sebastian. “You weren’t in bed,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around Sebastian and dropping his face into the crook of Sebastian’s neck.
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.” It didn’t sound very beautiful or romantic to him.
“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.”
