Doctor's Note: Get A Roommate (CD)

''Don't worry'' Sebastian whispered softly, lowering his lips down to other man's ear, letting his breath wash over the sensitive skin there. ''I'm already used to that'', he said, kissing softly at Hari's cheek, once, twice, following an invisible line which ended in him capturing the other man's mouth yet again in a slow, lingering kiss, as his hands moved from his tanned shoulders and chest, brushing slowly at each nipple as he passed by them on his way down, his left right hand settling on the hip this time, and with his left he followed the trail of soft hair leading up to the hem of Hari's underwear. It lingered there for a moment, before suddenly moving onto his tight, caressing softly the inner side of his legs, skipping completely the hot hardness between his legs. Just as it was with his kisses, his movements slowed, becoming almost gentle in their nature. Still, even as such, he could not hide the raw lust hiding behind them as his fingers sank deep into the other man's flesh each chance they got, until he would correct himself suddenly, brushing slowly, sensually, the same spot of the soft, delicate skin as if apologizing. It seemed to go on for hours, yet with each movement, his hair came, yet again, just a bit closer to the edge of the other man's underpants.

Somehow, he thought, in a small, remote spot within his mind that was still capable of sane and rational thought, it always turned out like this; frantic at its start, once it reached its peak the white-hot flame in his blood would suddenly turn into this, the slow, sensual moments, becoming a slow river of molten lava instead wild burning of an uncontrolled fire, without ever losing its heat; his partner usually being not only inexperienced but also barely out of the closet seemed to respond well to that.

He had never held their inexperience against them; if anything, in fact, he liked it that way, for he had discovered, after one scorching hot summer he had spent with a more experienced lover, that the body moved truer, responded more honestly, when it did not know to expect, when it has not already learned by hart which sort of pleasure each touch brings and with how much pleasure it should be applied. He would forever remember that summer as a time of learning many new things, but ultimately, in the fall, his summer lover had went back home, and he had went back to seducing innocent boys, slightly more experienced himself though. And he had liked it that way, until, suddenly, he had grown bored, the world around him turning into the ever deeper shades of grey.

This time, though, the situation was slightly different, but that didn't matter. The hardness between his legs was the same, the lust in his blood no different than the last time or the time before last, and the same could be told about the squirming, gasping hot mess lying beneath him.

''Just relax'' he said, finally reaching what he was going for all along and covering it with his palm, applying just a bit of pressure, a slightest of touches. ''And enjoy what I'm about to do to you.''

''Seb?'' Sebastian chuckled against the other man's skin, his mouth moving once more from the sensuous heat of Hari's mouth and lips, biting softly at the sensitive skin of his neck, following of dozen bite marks he had already left there. Reaching his collar bone, he sucked slowly, leaving a wet trail glistening behind in the dimmed light of the room, at every patch of the skin he could reach, leaving his mark there as well, before finally moving on once more, his lips mouthing nonsense words, his hot breath dancing across the other man's skin, until finally, his mouth attached itself to a nipple. Sucking softly there as well, his lips scratched carefully across it at the same time.

His hands never stopped moving either, caressing the tender, hardened flesh between Hari's legs, pressuring and tugging, moving away teasingly before returning once more, pressing harder, more deliberate each time he did so. 'Never been called that before'', he murmured, licking his lips slowly as he finally detached them from Hari's nipple. Looking him in the eyes for one short moment, he smirked, before returning his attention back to his chest, giving the same treatment to the other side. For a long moment, nothing but pants could be heard, he himself barely moving, but for his mouth and hand.

Soon, however, he found himself craving for more contact. He shifted his body slowly, so that he didn't came to stop neither of the things he was doing, putting some extra weight on Hari's body as he pressed himself against him, starting to move his hips against his. The movements were slow, almost unintentional, for his focused was still almost completely on the other man's pleasure. Still, the pleasure now sharper that it was coming from his own groin made him bite harder, press firmer as the left hand that was so far moving leisurely between Hari's hips and ass slowly danced around, and then passed the steam of his underpants, tugging slowly at them in the process, asking him in a round a bound way to raise his hips yet again so he could remove them as well, wanting to feel no more clothing barriers between them.

''Come on. Time to move this on'', he whispered urgently, his need growing desperate once again as his shorts suddenly became too tight just as his pants had.

At first, Sebastian wanted nothing more then to get rid of what little clothing he had left on him in the fastest possible way in order to be able to return to what he had been doing, and more. He had other places than the other man's nipples that he wanted his mouth to feel, and the very thought of it was making him even harder, a wet spot on his shorts visible despite its colour. Then, however, he noticed the <i>look</i> in the other man's eyes, the sharp, heated pleasure focused solely on his crotch for a moment and his lips suddenly curved in an almost wicked smile. Slowly he began pulling his black shorts down instead of simply kicking them down on the floor and moving on to more immediate things, his body moving as if he was dancing, slowly, sensual, giving the other man quite a show, teasing him with pleasure, until finally, in one finally pull, he was naked as well.

He then slowly aligned himself so that his body fell between Hari's legs, their naked chest brushing, and even more importantly, their groins. Pleasure exploded in his chest, making him gasp, as he finally felt the heat of the other man against his, the hardness of almost tender skin. He slowly began to thrust, his mouth returning to what it had been doing what now seemed an eternity ago. He captured Hari's mouth in a hot, open mouthed kiss, biting onto his lips, thrusting his tongue into his mouth in the same rhythm to which he moved his hips, the pace of his body growing faster by the second, more desperate, faster, the hands roaming the other man's body doing so with almost bruising strength as the last damn holding his desire at any sort of bay broke down and he himself lost himself in the heat and pleasure of the moment, his minds completely back as he no longer focused on whether he gave or take. Giving no conscious thought to his movements, he just knew he wanted more, more of the delicious smell, taste, more of the wet heat and hard, smooth skin, more of <i>everything</i> he could smell, taste, touch or in any other way feel.

The sharp tug of Hari's hand pulling him away by his hair broke, for a split second, Sebastian's almost franticly sharpened focus, leaving him confused as to where the part of the heat he was so centred had suddenly gone. The felling of someone else's hand on his dick, along with the definitely still present heat was enough however, to soon pull him back into a world in which nothing but pleasure could survive, though, thankfully, not before he could see the most amazing sight. Bright gold-green eyes glistening with lust, shaking lean body moaning in either extreme pleasure or pain, the completely ravaged mouth curved in soundless exclaim... It was enough to bring him over the edge not a moment after Hari had came back to himself.

''What for?'' he asked, breathing heavily, a thin shin of sweat covering his whole body, his hair wet with it as well, pail, gold strands sticking wildly in every direction as he lazily traced the mess they had just made between their bodies with his hand. ''Making me explode simply by having that look on your face?'' he asked then, tired, but completely sated, which meant that even though he had closed his eyes while shifting his body slightly so that even though he was still completely pressed against the other man his body weight wouldn't deprived him of his air, he still had enough energy left for a few witty comments and a giant smirk on his face. ''I'll tell you a secret, then'', he said, opening one of his sapphire-blue eyes and turning his head so he was looking directly at the other man. ''It's what supposed to happen anyway'', he laughed softly before wiggling a little again with a small frown on his face. His body was starting to cool down now, and he could feel just how covered in fluids their both were, and would be better off if they just got up and got a shower right now before it all dried on them, before falling asleep in the other not jizz-covered bed. He was, however, not in the mood to do either one of those things, preferring to hope that it would all just clean by itself even though he had enough experience to know that no, it won't.

''Also, what's with the Seb?'' he asked, having finally regained enough of his mind (part of it was still reliving, vividly, liking it still, what had just happened, which meant that interesting things will happen in the future as well) to notice a nickname. He had been called many things while his lovers were lost in passion but not one had actually <i>shortened</i> his name before and he was not so sure what he thought about that.

''It's okay'', Sebastian said, closing both of his eyes for a few minutes more, his body growing progressively more tired with each minute passed. Still, he didn't want to be the only one asleep, and if the other man's voice was any kind of indication, he was somehow barely tired and all. Thus, he fought down the sudden urge to yawn and whispered. '''t's just a name in the end. Or, well, in this case, a nickname'', he said, smiling lightly. Had he ever had one of those before? He wasn't sure. Then, suddenly he felt an almost feather light kiss on his lips, but before he could manage to turn it into something deeper, Hari was gone.

Opening his eyes immediately, Sebastian turned to his side to watch him as he sat up, and just continued to sit there, completely silent, for a few moments. He could not see his face, being behind his back, still lying on the bed, so instead he focused on the lean muscle of the said back. Just as he was about to reach for it, however, Hari's hands suddenly reached to touch his own face. Sebastian frowned. Had he done something he did not notice to hurt him? Suddenly, the man was standing up as well.

''I'd say'', he commented watching him as he stood there. ''What got into you?'' He didn't get an answer, but did get, however, his wish granted: the mess, cleaning itself up, well, as far as he was concerned anyway. ''Thanks'', he said as Hari finally returned to bed beside him. He was feeling tired again, he wanted, hopefully, to get to sleep. A thought about changing beds appeared again, but he shot it down. The other bed was too far away.

''Well, I wouldn't say it was <i>exclusively</i> for fun'', Sebastian said, the small, lazy smile of before still there, never actually having left his face. ''Great many other things have been felt too, don't you agree?'', he asked, before adopting a slightly more serious tone. ''If you're asking me, though, whether this is a one-time thing...'', he continued speaking in the said tone, before realising that he was not sure how to end that sentence.

Before, it would have been easy. A man, boy, he had been fooling with would have been at least eighty percent seduced into it, and more than eager to get away from him and if possible never see him, or the bleachers they were fooling under, again. All in all, these kinds of conversations weren't really needed, anyway. He would know and assume from the beginning that it would be a one-time thing, what more could it be with a person who even refused to admit he was attracted to his own sex? One of the rare exceptions to that had been his summer with his older lover, and that had been nice, but ultimately, the older boy had gone away at the end of the summer and Sebastian returned to the way he acted at school. Now though, he was not so sure what he thought about, or felt. And ultimately, it was that that gave him a clue. He actually <i>felt</i> something. He was not bored, not empty, barely thinking and feeling at all. And his body was still reliving the bliss from before anyway, yearning for it to happen again...when he wasn't this tired, of course.

''Doesn't have to be'', he whispered in the end, sleep having gained a small victory over him while he was thinking. Still awake though, he waited for an answer.