Bewitched by Bella's Brother (13 page)

going to bring home a girl anytime soon, Asa?’ And I looked directly at you and said, ‘I may bring home
someone,
Mom; I’m feeling pretty equal opportunity these days.’ Mom looked at you and said, ‘As long as your opportunity doesn’t stop visiting my home for dinner or during holidays, that’s fine.

We like him. He’s family too.’”

Sebastian couldn’t quite get a handle on his words. He

was moved—a little embarrassed, but mostly moved. “She

really said that?” Oh, God bless Brenda Bryne. “That’s got to be the
sweetest
story of coming out in the history of gayness.

Or, I guess, bi-ness, in your case. Really?” He just couldn’t seem to wrap his brain around it. “That was so damned

easy.”

Asa looked at him in the darkness. “What was it like for you?”

Sebastian shrugged and looked away. “It was like

getting my first blowjob over summer vacation after my

senior year and having a big light bulb come on as to why I never liked girls.” It had been from the guy who came over to clean the pool, and it had been exquisite. “And then I was away at school, and there was no one to impress but myself.

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I told my mom over the phone, and she asked that my

behavior not become too embarrassing—her exact words, by the way—and then… it was just me. As gay as I wanted to

be, I guess.”

Asa made a little “Aha” sound, and his warm hand

found a place under the cuff of Sebastian’s cargo shorts.

Sebastian’s entire body went on high alert, and he just

looked at Asa helplessly, out of breath in one electric touch.

“Aha what?” he asked. Part of him wanted to go inside

and just
get busy
, but part of him wanted this breathless moment in the darkness never to end.

“I get the T-shirts now,” Asa rumbled, stroking his thigh slightly.

“What’s to get?” Sebastian slid forward in his seat a little and spread his legs. It felt shameless; he didn’t care. Asa was
touching him
, and he’d already learned from experience that good things ensued when that happened.

“I get why you feel like you need to come out every day.

You realized something important about yourself, and there was no one there to care.”

Sebastian shrugged, and Asa’s hand stalled out on the

tender part of his upper thigh. “There are nightmare stories out there, you know,” he said. “Kids getting disinherited, kicked out of the house, beaten. Mine was no big deal.” His ass cheeks clenched on the car seat, so he could bring

himself closer to Asa’s big hand. Asa turned—with difficulty, because his legs were long and there was a steering wheel and a gearshift and things—so that he was facing Sebastian in the dark, and then he leaned forward so that their faces were in proximity.

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then, and he moved a little closer with each syllable. “I’m very, very, ve-ry, glad. That. You. Like. Men.”

Sebastian felt his reservations, his fears, and his vague, restless certainty that he was cheating pain somehow, melt off his skin like sweat. He turned his face to meet Asa’s kiss and whispered, “So. Am. I.”

Ahhhh… so good. Asa tasted so good. Warm, safe, male.

Once again he was everything Sebastian craved, every good thing he wanted from a partner, and when that big, capable hand planted itself between Sebastian’s shoulder blades and urged him forward, Sebastian groaned and opened himself, as wide and as pliant and as willing as he could be.

Asa took advantage of his softness and pulled him

closer, crushing his mouth in a terrific, primal hunger.

Sebastian answered back, wanting him so badly he started fumbling with the seat latch to see if it would recline. It did, with a thump, and Asa pulled back from him with narrowed eyes and a growl.

“I’m thirty-eight years old, Sebastian—I’m not having

sex in the car. Now hop out and hurry, dammit!”

Sebastian laughed and did what he was told. He took a

moment to fix the car seat, so Asa beat him in, and while he was shutting the door behind him, Asa seized his shoulders and pressed him against the wall of the entryway, kissing him until his eyes rolled back in his head.

“God….” Asa pulled away and started kissing the corner

of his jaw, by his earlobe. The earlobe got in the way and Asa nibbled on it, and Sebastian’s knees went a little weak.

“Asa… do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“Mmmm… I’ve watched porn…,” Asa confessed, and he

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his teeth a little. Sebastian grunted and grappled with him, holding him around the middle while he shuddered, hard.

“You didn’t need porn…,” he groaned. “But I need to

taste you.” And oh, he did. Asa was the tallest, broadest, sturdiest lover Sebastian had ever been with. The need to do some holding, some tasting of his own, was overwhelming.

Sebastian straightened and grabbed Asa’s shoulders,

and Asa let himself be shoved against the wall in his turn.

“Are you manhandling me?” he panted, and Sebastian

fumbled with the belt at his shorts and nodded.

He managed the shorts and pushed them along with the

white boxer-briefs down around Asa’s knees. “You are a man and I’m going to handle you, yes.” Sebastian paused a

minute to run his hands under Asa’s shirt and linger for a moment on that broad, rangy chest. He could feel the muscle definition under his palms and he sighed—he could probably stay at chest level for hours, but Asa’s burgeoning erection butted up against Sebastian’s hip. Sebastian went to grin up at Asa, and calm, mature, reserved Asa was staring at him with the same open-eyed wonder that his son had shown a

butterfly chrysalis hours before.

Ohmigod… I’m Asa’s magic man.

Sebastian’s first blowjob from another man had been…

magical. Sebastian had been outside, sunning himself, and the pool cleaner had been running around, doing his thing.

The guy had been pretty—blond, tan, wearing only a pair of cut-offs—and Sebastian must have been ogling him from the very beginning, without admitting how much the lean

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them, the guy had been crouching by Sebastian’s chaise, his hand splayed across Sebastian’s stomach.

Shh… I only want to taste you.

He had left Sebastian limp and sated, with his shorts

roughly pulled up over his hips and a bemused smile on his face. It had been…
magic.

Sebastian was Asa’s magic man—the first man to show

Asa how good it could be, how amazing and perfect that

press of flesh could feel when it was the right person doing it. It was suddenly an awesome responsibility, and an

amazing honor.

“I’ll do it right,” he whispered. “Here… just… just stand still….”

He sank to his knees there in the hallway and held it,

ripe and full, in his hand.

It was
enormous.
Proportional to Asa, and more so, it was thick and long; Sebastian couldn’t quite touch his

thumb and forefinger around it. He stroked it from base to tip, and enjoyed hearing Asa’s startled gasp.

He extended his tongue then and licked the broad, flat

head. (The head itself was plum-sized; Sebastian almost

wriggled in excitement, because that thing was going to be
inside his body
if it killed him!) Asa settled back against the wall and put those big, safe-harbor hands in Sebastian’s hair, and Sebastian got down to the task throbbing in his hand.

He wrapped his lips around his teeth and engulfed it,

hearing Asa moan and
liking
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lubrication, and he stroked with his fist and bobbed with his head, and Asa grunted and then grunted again. His hands

tightened in Sebastian’s hair, and Sebastian shuddered.

God, he was hard. He was hard and he was aching, and

he didn’t even want to fumble with his own shorts to get himself off. He would rather rub his palm up Asa’s thigh and feel the taut muscles quiver, or pull his mouth back on Asa’s cock and swirl his tongue about the head to taste the pre-come. Oh, damn… it was just all so
good
….

He gave his head a particularly hard shove, lodging that thick plum-sized cock-head in his throat as far as he could, and then he hollowed his cheeks and sucked back. Asa had spent some time swimming after dinner; he tasted like pool water, and a little like sweat, and like fabric softener. Clean things—honest things. The things that meant Asa, all

condensed in the musky scent of his pubic hair and the

veiny slick of his skin.

Asa gave a growl and then cried his name hoarsely into

the muted dark of the hallway, and he didn’t even have to say “I’m gonna… God, Sebastian, I’m gonna….” for Sebastian to know he was going to come and not to care. He thrust his head forward one more time and then swallowed rapidly as Asa spurted in his throat.

Asa grabbed his hair tighter, and Sebastian wrapped

both arms around Asa’s legs and held on, and an orgasm

rocked that big, muscular, solid body that Sebastian felt in his own core. Oh damn, oh God, oh wow, oh shit….

He’d
done that.

They kept their positions for a moment, and then

Sebastian pulled back and wiped his mouth self-consciously with his hand. Hesitantly he raised his eyes to see Asa

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bending his head and meeting his gaze in the dark.

“Okay?”

Asa smiled, then shuddered sensuously. He reached out

a hand and pushed Sebastian’s dark hair from where it had fallen forward into his face. “Better than okay,” he said, stroking a thumb along Sebastian’s cheek. “That was… it

was better than awesome. It was
magic
.”

Sebastian felt grin blossom, slow as a lily, across his

face. “Magic?”

“Magic. C’mere so I can kiss you,” he whispered, and he

pulled Sebastian to his feet.

“Magic?” Sebastian asked again. It was the word he’d

needed; it was what he’d been working for. Hearing it was like hearing a bell in his soul, telling him that he was doing the right thing with the right man.

“I swear,” Asa whispered, right before his mouth closed

over Sebastian’s. “Magic.”

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ASA’S bedroom was huge, and the king-size bed in the

middle of it wasn’t small.

When they’d caught their breath in the entry way, Asa

had pulled his pants up with one hand and grabbed

Sebastian’s hand with the other, and the next thing

Sebastian knew, they were in the middle of the big room with the denim quilt and the cream-colored walls and dark tan carpet, and all Sebastian could do was look at that big bed.

He couldn’t quite remember being so intimidated by a

bed before.

Most of his relationships had been college relationships; the trick had been to find a single bed without a roommate present. Even his one “adult” relationship had been with a man who didn’t want his wife to know; Bella had

disapproved, so they’d had most of their sex in his

professor’s office. That alone should have been a red alert right there, but that wasn’t what Sebastian was thinking now.

What he was thinking was that this bed was a grown-

up’s bed. Grownups had sex in a bed like that. Sebastian might not have been the man-virgin, but it was more and

more clear that Asa was the one who hadn’t been sending

his grown-up card back in the mail.

Asa turned to Sebastian as he stood in the doorway,

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staring wide-eyed at that bed, illuminated by the skylight overhead.

“I promise to be gentle,” he said with a faint smile, and when Sebastian returned it, he raised a thumb to stroke

Sebastian’s lower lip. “You are soooo beautiful,” he muttered, and Sebastian looked at him helplessly. Asa’s hair had been brushed dry at his parents’ house, and it hung from a part at his temple to frame his lean, handsome face. Sebastian’s hand came up of its own volition and ran through that

curtain of hair; he’d been itching to touch it since he’d first seen Asa, naked in the moonlight.

“Said the sun to the flower,” Sebastian told him back.

Asa blinked, slowly, the expression giving Sebastian the impression of Bella’s hastily drawn lion cub all over again.

“No one’s ever said that to you?” Hard to believe. “I

mean… your wife? A girlfriend? Someone?”

Asa shook his head and his hair curtained over his eyes

as he looked out. “Handsome,” he said modestly. “Women

call men ‘handsome.’ At least the women I knew.”

Sebastian couldn’t help a disdainful sniff. “Bella calls men ‘beautiful’ all the time. I think you just knew the wrong women.” The thought was terrifying, and his eyes grew really large. Asa was done with that, though. His big hands

smoothed back Sebastian’s dark, curly hair as he pulled

Sebastian close enough to kiss.

“Sebastian, I’m about to take you into my bed and get to know you
really
well, so I want to put this to rest right now.

Six months ago, I went to a house party, got drunk, and