So this guy totally reminds me of the character of Sebastian from The James Lucas and The Loft trilogies.
A bit of background: Beyond the Edge (book 1 in The James Lucas Trilogy) tells the story of 27 year-old Tate who finally has a chance to sub for well-known and respected Ottawa Dom, James Lucas. But, surprise, surprise, James actually has invited another young man to sub alongside Tate during his much-anticipated BDSM weekend. As soon as Tate sets eyes on 23 year-old Sebastian and sits down with him for an introductory coffee the week before the big event, he knows it will be something extraordinary.
Sebastian eventually wins James’ heart as well, after James and Tate discover that they cannot be apart, and the three men establish a successful three-way relationship.
Sebastian is a natural submissive, enjoying everything about being dominated and under someone else’s control. He loves to do whatever James asks of him and he usually does it with little questioning and little delay whereas Tate enjoys aggravating James almost as much as pleasing him. But since James gets a kick out of Tate’s bratty nature, the relationship works.
In The Little Drummer Boy, my 12,000 word free NSFW, 18+, Christmas story, Tate is frustrated by James’ unusually busy work schedule and Sebastian’s need to study for his college finals but James promises and delivers some seasonal playtime in the loft, his attic playroom, after teaching Tate an important lesson in self control and denial.
For today’s Friday Flash Fic challenge, I will be writing about a little – well not so little – Christmas surprise that Sebastian has in store for Tate and James on Christmas morning, after the presents are all unwrapped.
Or are they?
After we’d finished the exchange of gifts on Christmas morning and gotten all the “Thank you’s” and “You’re welcomes” out of the way, James and I lounged on the sofa sipping our coffees while Sebastian excused himself to try on some of his new clothes.
James watched Sebastian’s retreating back with interest and some amusement.
“What?” I asked, since he seemed to know something I didn’t.
I narrowed my eyes. “No, come on. What’s going on?”
James looked genuinely innocent as he said, “I really have no idea, except that he had me help him with something this morning that has my curiosity … piqued.”
“Really,” I said, wondering what Sebastian was up to, but too relaxed and happy to get up and follow. Besides, James probably wouldn’t let me, lest I “spoil” the surprise, whatever it was going to be.
I picked up the new tablet they’d pitched in to get me and started the registration process while waiting.
“I need a good password,” I said, looking at James expectantly.
“Hmm. How about ilikegettingmyassspanked?”
“Too obvious. Try again.”
“Okay. What about myasslooksbetterafteragoodhiding?”
“Too long. And, again, too obvious.”
“Let me think.” His brow furrowed.
After several moments he took the pad of paper and pen from the side table and wrote something down. He passed it to me. “That should fulfill all the requirements.”
“Paddle slut and sixty-nine star?” I smiled, nodding. “I like it. Still kind of obvious but, meh. It’ll do.”
Sebastian’s voice came from the kitchen. “Um, can you guys help me with something in here, please?”
James and I exchanged a glance. Then, picking up our mugs we made our way out of the living room.
What greeted us upon entering the kitchen area was a wonderful sight indeed.
“Oh yes,” James said, a huge smile on his face.
“Well,” I said, looking Sebastian over, “that’s just beautiful.”
The only pair of new clothes he had on were the red cotton boxer briefs I’d put in his stocking, which fit him perfectly. Meaning they were snug enough to show off the line of his semi-hard cock and the curve of his balls. I think my mouth might have dropped open after I’d gotten the words out.
On his chest, in black body paint, was scrawled: “Naughty or” and on the top of his six-pack the word “nice?” with a question mark finished off the effect. James must have done that for him this morning.
A Santa hat perched jauntily on Sebastian’s head while he pointed at me with a spatula. I felt a thrill of excitement before he said, “Tate, you’re gonna beat some eggs. And, James, you’re gonna chop some mushrooms and onions.”
James raised his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t I beat the eggs? I do have the most experience with beatings.” He winked at me.
Sebastian laughed. “Thing is, I don’t want them too beaten. They need to be beaten just right.” He said. “Sir.”
James looked supremely offended but shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever. As long as I get to sit here and watch you move around I’ll do whatever you want.”
I closed my mouth, realizing that Sebastian had entrusted me with the job of doing the eggs over James and feeling my chest puff out a bit. “Whatever you say, darling.”
“Good. That’s all I need help with. I’ll do the rest and you two can watch me whip up the best brunch you’ve ever had.” He gazed at me with fire in his eyes. “And then, after you eat what I cook for you, you can, um, have me for dessert? I mean, if you want?”
“I want,” James said, taking the cutting board and vegetables that Sebastian passed him.
“Hell, yeah,” I said, “Pass me those eggs.”
Luckily, it was easy to beat eggs while keeping my eyes glued to Sebastian’s ass in those tight boxer briefs as he moved around the kitchen. He didn’t cook very often and never attempted to make a complicated meal like James or I might. But he was pretty good with breakfast foods and would whip up scrambled eggs and pancakes for us every once in awhile. Never before while so alluringly underdressed, though.
James had a harder time with the chopping and dealing with blurry, teared eyes from the onions. He almost injured himself at one point. I’d never seen him quite so distracted.
“Fuck!” He said, as he almost sliced off his little finger. For the second time.
“Jesus, James, you need all your fingers,” I reminded him.
“I’ll be more careful.”
“Good. You can ogle him when you’re finished,” I said.
He stuck his tongue out at me, which was so juvenile a thing for James to do I burst out laughing.
My mouth was watering for more than food by the time Sebastian served us his masterpiece on the breakfast bar. While we ate I kept stealing glances at Sebastian’s naked chest and belly with the words “Naughty or nice?” painted there.
When I’d finished I wiped my hands on the napkins he’d provided and pressed my palms flat on the counter. “So, what are you?”
Sebastian looked up from his plate, chewing on a piece of bacon.
I pushed off the stool and rounded the bar, glancing at James who had stopped eating to watch. Turning back to Sebastian I gently made him put his utensils down. Then I turned him on the rotating stool and nudged his thighs apart.
He sat up straighter as I stepped close and poked the place on his chest where the word “Naughty” was written.
“Are you naughty?” My finger trailed down to the other word. “Or are you nice?”
“Fuck,” James said, this time without his finger in jeopardy. He watched us with wide eyes and licked his lips.
I focused on Sebastian who breathed loudly and didn’t seem to know where to put his hands.
“Hmm?” I pressed, leaning in close and licking syrup from his stubbled cheek. “I mean, I already know. But I want to hear you say it.”
“Oh fuck, Tate,” he breathed, his hands resting lightly on the waistband of my PJ pants. “I’m so naughty. So, so naughty.”
I nodded, licking syrup from the corner of his lips. “Oh I know just how naughty you are, Sebastian.”
James cleared his throat. “So do I,” he said, voice husky. “Maybe we can all be naughty up in my room?”
I nodded, leaning in and licking the lobe of Sebastian’s ear under the Santa hat, making him sigh.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, sliding my hands under the waistband of those red boxer briefs. “I think he needs a bath first. He’s just covered in syrup and we need to wash this paint off.”
Sebastian whimpered and turned his head, catching my lips with his. We kissed roughly, hungrily, until James cleared his throat again.
“Upstairs, the both of you. I’ve never seen two dirtier boys in my life. I’ll run the bath.” He made for the stairs while Sebastian and I kept kissing, unable to keep our hands off each other. I wasn’t sure we’d make it upstairs.
James enjoyed the view for a moment before he spoke again. “Hey. I’m not kidding. Upstairs now, or God help me I’ll tan both your hides this afternoon and make your asses as red as Rudolph’s fucking nose.”
We started laughing which effectively ended our kiss. I took Sebastian’s hand, pulling him off the stool. “I guess we’d better do as we’re told.”
He sighed. “Yeah. Even though a Christmas spanking sounds kind of nice.”
“Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you?” I said, leading him up the stairs and ogling his now solid bulge under the red cotton.
“As if there was ever any doubt,” James said.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and an extraordinary New Year, with many goals achieved and challenges faced!
Here’s hoping 2018 is full of fun times and sexy reads!