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What the fuck am I doing here?
It’s something Mark has been asking himself since the moment he got in. Writhing, sweaty bodies are everywhere he looks, the music loud and annoying in his ears. The only good thing is the ice cold beer he’s holding in his hand, the drops of cool condensation on the glass a welcome relief as he presses it to his palms for a second.
His friends have buggered off somewhere, having too much fun joking and fooling around with the hopeful twinks that threw themselves at them and Mark hates David for leaving him here, at the bar, all by himself.
He fumbles with the top two buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them to reveal a bit more of his chest. It cools him down a bit but most of all it grants him some suggestive leers that he tries very hard to ignore.
He’s not there for… that.
He’s also clearly not nearly as drunk enough as he kind of wishes he was, seeing things he would have rather not. Body parts he could have gone without seeing up close and personal, people doing god knows what to each other’s bodies, some having legit sex on the stage. David clinging - wait is he licking that guy’s face, ewww? - to someone half his age. Mark can feel a headache starting between his eyes, a dull ache that only worsens by the beat of the loud music thrumming in his ears.
To be fair, the headache had started way earlier that day, not surprisingly caused by his infuriating little shit of a teammate.
Sometimes the kid doesn’t even have to do anything, just his mere presence, that slow feral grin, is enough to rile Mark up, reminding him of the position he’s got now in the team. Mark doesn’t think he’s asking for too much, he just doesn’t want to be seen as the second driver; get the same treatment as Seb receives from Christian and Marko. But instead he feels like everything he’s worked so hard for is slowly slipping through his fingers.
He can’t help but resent everyone for it, especially the smug little bastard.
Mark realizes his attitude towards Seb is not really helping much either, their relationship souring more and more the further they get into the season. It’s just that Seb seems so sweet and innocent and everyone just adores him, his talent and personality. But Mark sees another side of him too; the little taunts, the smug smirks, the snide comments…that whole air of no matter how much you try, I am better than you just makes Mark want to strangle him every time they disagree or have a heated discussion.
Seb knows exactly what to do or say to get a reaction from Mark and Mark always lets himself fall for it, walking right into the trap and making a fool of himself in the process.
Today was no exception.
It’s the reason how he ended up here actually. David had found him still breathing hard, his eyes screwed shut and fists balling, counting till ten after another confrontation with Sebastian and practically dragged him to the clubs. And somewhere, somehow during the night, they’d ended up here.
In a fucking gay club.
It wasn’t his choice. Honestly, he didn’t want to go, he’d protested when David jokingly suggested it. But his friends had laughed so hard at his reaction and complaining, they’d made it their mission to get him to the club.
He can’t believe he let himself be talked into it.
Sighing deeply, Mark pulls a face and then throws his head back, downing his beer in one go. As soon as he gets himself another one, he’s back to staring at the dancing crowd and subconsciously finds himself bobbing his head to Britney’s Toxic.
Baby, can't you see I'm calling?
A guy like you should wear a warning
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Oh bloody hell, why are the lyrics reminding him of-
No, it’s best to not go there right now. Desperately trying to ignore the song and what it’s trying to say to him, Mark busies himself with focusing on the rhythm of the music and drumming his fingers against the bar in sync with it.
He lets out a breath of relief once the song is over, his eyes searching for his friends, hoping to find them and convince them to move on to the next club, but no such luck. They’re nowhere to be found and really, Mark is getting bored now even when there’s still so much to see. And it’s not like he doesn’t get attention, guys keep approaching him, but once they see the expression on his face they quickly back off. Mark can’t really blame them, he probably wouldn’t make advances on himself either.
He contemplates whether he should stay or just leave on his own, but then his eyes catch on something.
Someone.
Someone in a tight pink shirt, jeans that are too big on lithe hips, blonde curls flopping from left to right as he dances to the beat of the music.
He’s aware he’s staring like a creep, but even if he wanted to, he couldn’t look away. There’s just something about him that pulls Mark in; the way his hips move, a bit clumsily, his hands thrown in the air from time to time to sway with the music, the lights hitting his body at all angles. Not knowing what it is exactly, Mark can agree on the fact that this guy is definitely the most confusing ball of sexy and endearing he’s ever seen before.
It’s too bad Mark can only see the back of him.
Mark is not the type of guy that easily gets roped into something, but apparently this boy is an exception.
Before he can make a conscious decision, his feet are already moving, taking him towards the geek in the pink and halfway there Mark decides to just go for it. He deserves something nice after the day he’s had. Plus, he’s already here anyway, why not make the best of it?
Hopefully this kid can make him forget about the other brat who’s been pestering his mind for far too long. Even if it’s just for one night.
In a move that he hopes is smooth, Mark slides himself behind the guy, hands gripping those hips that had teased him before. If the kid is surprised, he doesn’t show it, he just keeps dancing awkwardly, as if Mark isn’t there at all. But then he gives himself away, Mark can see his fingers trembling as he throws them in the air again and Mark tightens his hold, pulling him flush against his own body.
Maybe Mark is imagining it, but he thinks he can definitely hear a little yelp coming from the guy. But he’s not protesting, so Mark keeps going. A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips when the kid finally starts to push back, as if he has suddenly decided that this is exactly what he wants.
Mark nuzzles his flushed neck, feeling the sweaty strings of longish hair tickle his nose. His neck strains a bit and he instantly becomes very much aware of their height difference, the guy a tiny thing compared to his own 6ft. Realizing this fact, that he’s so much bigger, is making his dick react in his pants; mind suddenly flooded with images of him controlling and overpowering the little body that’s pressed against him. Mark closes his eyes, breathing in the sweet smell of what’s probably the guy’s natural musk, mixed with a strange hint of motor oil and gasoline.
The music changes to a different beat and it’s so easy to lose himself in it; in the body plastered against his front, the hips grinding back both awkward and eager, his lips sucking on warm skin, feeling the guy’s heart beating rapidly under his tongue. Slender fingers bury themselves in Mark’s hair, gently pulling at first, harder when Mark bruises his neck with a hickey, biting slightly. Mark lets go, drawing his head back to see how he left an angry red spot surrounded with teeth marks, slightly amused when he can hear the guy hiss, the sound reminding him of an angry little kitten. At the same time, he’s also pushing back, wanting more and Mark grins, liking that he’s got a challenge on his hands.
“Careful,” the guy bites out loudly over the music and oh, there’s an accent there. One that Mark thinks he recognizes but… no thinking about him tonight.
Tonight is about Mark. About Mark getting what he wants.
With one hand Mark lets go of the curvy waist, lets it slide to the skinny torso, feeling the guy shiver as he softly strokes over a nipple, twiddling with it until it perks and hardens under his touch. Damp hitches of breaths hit his chin, the kid shuddering in his arms as he turns his face a bit towards Mark’s.
The little shit is shamelessly pushing back, wild and free, completely forgetting about his earlier shyness and there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing to Mark. Even though Mark can’t see his face, he’s pretty sure there’s a feral little grin on it, probably believing he’s the one with the power and having the upper hand.
Maybe the little fucker does, Mark thinks, lightheaded with arousal and closing his eyes more tightly as he feels his cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper now, the sweet drag of ass against it getting him harder than he’s been in a long while.
He lets out a loud gasp at a particular dirty roll of the kid’s hips, his forehead falling against his shoulder as he tries to keep himself together. He can feel the brat’s delighted giggle vibrating through his body, infuriating and amusing Mark at the same time.
Mark’s floating in the delicious friction of it all, pushing back against the willing body of a nameless, faceless boy. He’s losing himself, the heat, the music, the intoxicating rubbing of that small body against his own, it’s exactly what he’s wanted all day and now that he’s got it, he’s afraid he’ll cream his pants like a teenager. He tries to distract himself, marking up the blushing skin under his lips, his teeth tugging and biting, then licking up a broad stripe over the red streaks, the little yelps and tiny tremors that go through the other’s body fueling him.
With his other hand, he keeps teasing the boy’s nipples, going back and forth between them, the kid’s hand that is still in Mark’s hair clenches even tighter, showing him that he’s just as affected by this as Mark is.
Mark’s hand slides down lower, fingertips trailing teasingly over the tight stomach, the guy’s breath stuttering when Mark reaches the waistband of his jeans and then slides down even lower. Ignoring his dick for now, Mark first lets himself knead the meat of his thighs, digging his fingers in the flesh surrounded by denim and giving it a light slap, earning him another hiss. He laughs, buying his own face in those curls again, but quickly loses the smile when the kid rolls back against him hard in retaliation, playing dirty and Mark loses his mind when he seems to have located the most sensitive part of his cock and rubs his ass against it shamelessly.
“Fuck.”
It comes out all breathless and fucked out, like he’s no longer got any control over his own body and the boy is smart enough to pick up on it; he starts to laugh, his body shaking with it, almost teasing and Mark is not about to let him get away with it. He responds by sliding his hand to the front of the kid’s jeans, looking for and finding him hard and twitching under his fingertips. The boy spasms when Mark squeezes the hard length, rubbing the head of his cock firmly. With his other arm, he literally has to hold the kid up and keep him from collapsing, the poor guy’s legs almost giving out.
Mark keeps at it, stroking and kneading, the music slowly drowning out and all he can hear are the soft moans and sighs coming from the trembling boy in his arms, his body arching and curling into Mark’s.
They are not even really dancing to the beat anymore, in a world of their own and Mark is pretty content to stay like this forever.
Feeling himself drifting, his mind starts to wonder what the other looks like. By now, he’s already in so deep, he doesn’t really care, but the boy is just so bloody lovely, Mark just knows his face can’t be anything other than stunning.
He imagines bright blue eyes staring back at him, sharp but clouded with lust and mischief.
He imagines fat, plump lips, parted and panting, damp with spit. A maddening tongue peeking out to lick them, obscene and teasing.
He imagines a round little nose that scrunches up when he smiles.
He imagines soft, chubby cheeks, the kind of adorable that make Mark want to pinch and paint them with his come both at the same time.
A vicious tug on his hair brings him back from his daydreaming, the boy reminding Mark once again of a needy cat wanting attention. The chuckle that’s about to leave Mark’s lips is quickly swallowed away when the kid rolls his hips back again, a dirty rhythm, any sense of awkwardness gone and apparently determined to drive Mark completely crazy.
And as much as Mark likes to think he’s got more dignity than this, the nameless boy is pretty much succeeding.
Heat is seeping into his body, getting him all hot and tingly, and what starts as a slow wave of pleasure is gradually turning into a hurricane of black and white spots dancing behind his closed eyelids. He tries to squeeze the kid’s dick in warning, biting his flushed skin in hopes to fight against it, but of course, the guy seems to sense his desperation, grinding back harder, his hand covering Mark’s over his own dick, directing and showing Mark exactly how he wants it.
It’s like he’s determined to make them both come right in the middle of the dance floor.
In a gay club.
Fuck.
Mark’s mind starts clearing instantly; he’s in a gay club, for fuck’s sake, what the fuck is he doing?! He’s been so caught up and lost in this boy, he forgot all about reality and his surroundings.
The kid seems to sense his sudden hesitancy and Mark feels him freeze, stilling his hips, the hand slowly falling away from Mark’s hair, but not before giving it one last teasing tug.
He starts speaking before he’s even fully turned around to face Mark.
“Maybe we should go to the bathr-“
Wide, bright blue eyes, the ones he had imagined earlier, settle on his own, completely in shock. Mark has never seen a smile fall from someone’s face as fast as it does now.
His heart is about to beat out of his rib cage and for a moment he thinks, begs to whoever is willing to listen, that this is just a dream, one of the many he’s had about his ridiculous teammate.
Because there’s no way that this is really happening.
“Mark?!”
Fuck me dead.
The shock and utter confusion on that face is probably also reflected on his own. Turning white as a sheet, Mark’s mouth opens and closes uselessly, at a total loss of words. A sudden dread and sense of coldness takes over, Mark feeling completely mortified and caught in wild eyes, the desire still shining bright in them.
The stupid blue eyes widened comically, wet lips parted, tongue peeking out to quickly lick his bottom lip. The kid’s lips start to move, but Mark doesn’t hear what he’s saying, everything is fading away around him once again, like it did before when they were dancing, only this time it’s a horrible feeling.
And all he can do is stare at his teammate in disbelief. Of all the people in the whole wide world, did it really have to be him?
Nope, no, there’s no way that Mark is going to deal with this, with him, right now.
Without a word, he walks away from Seb, elbowing his way through the crowd, eyes frantically searching for the exit.
-
The cool air that hits his face is a welcome relief as Mark finally gets outside. He’s got no idea if Seb is following him or not, but knowing the little bugger he probably did, not willing to let Mark get away with this so easily. He turns to the first corner he notices, hoping it will be enough to shake Seb off his trail, but after a few steps the stench of trash seeps into his nose and he realizes he’s ended up in a dead end alley.
How typical.
Rubbing a hand over his face, Mark wonders how this day turned even worse. How did this happen? How could he not have realized that it was Seb he was dancing with? Why did he let David convince him to go to a fucking gay club in the first place?
His heart is still racing with adrenaline and something else he can’t quite put his finger on. Fear? Shame?
Completely out of his element - a feeling he’s become used to whenever he’s around Seb - Mark tries to think of ways to talk himself out of this, but his brain is not complying and is completely focused on the wrong things.
Like how good Seb’s little body had felt against his own, the heady taste of his skin, the hand in Mark’s hair… If Seb wasn’t already under his skin, he would be now. And if Mark is honest, he’s been there ever since they teamed up and no matter how many times Mark scratches the itch, the kid just won’t leave, insisting on making Mark’s life as difficult as it can get.
Sighing in defeat, Mark heads back to the street, anxious to leave the dark, stinky alley. It’s best to just get a taxi and go back to his hotel, he’ll figure things out from there.
He doesn’t get the chance to do so though. A blonde whirlwind of angry stomping steps is turning the corner and heading straight for Mark.
Ah. Shit.
He’s trapped, nowhere to run, but his eyes still desperately search for an out. When he realizes there’s none, an involuntary groan leaves his lips. Seb is right in his face in just a few more steps, his eyes spitting fire; without words he’s demanding answers from Mark. That indignant, challenging attitude is enough to rile Mark up all over again, already feeling the anger and resentment bubbling up inside of him. He doesn’t say anything, triggering Seb to run his mouth instead.
“See? You’re a coward, maybe that’s why things don’t work out for you, you’re too scared of everything.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Mark resists the urge to massage his temples too. Anything to keep calm.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Vettel?” he sighs, his voice tight and coming out a bit shaky. “Do you really have to be everywhere?”
An infuriating smirk takes over Seb’s face, the one that Mark feels the urge to wipe off. “You seemed to be very happy with it just a few minutes ago.”
“I didn’t know it was you!”
Seb just looks at him, eyebrow raised. “Just someone who looked like me, hmm?”
Shit.
Mark knows Seb is right. It’s frustrating how smart and observant the kid is. But Mark is not willing to let him win just yet, can’t let him win because he’s already winning in every other aspect in Mark’s life. Can’t let him have this, too.
“I’m not falling for your mind games, Seb, you save it for Horner and Marko.”
He tries to move past Seb, done with this conversation, but Seb jumps right in front of him, blocking the way and getting into his face, all flushed, curious eyes staring up into Mark’s. With a finger, much like he’d point it up after a race win, he digs into Mark’s chest.
“You know, Mark,” Seb whispers with a crafty smile. “The real question is… what are you doing here?”
Face heating up, Mark shifts his eyes away from the ones that become more sparkling and excited with each second that passes. Seb’s always been so good at reading Mark, knowing when and where to push and press to get a reaction out of him. The little bugger knows he’s got Mark by the balls.
When Mark doesn’t answer right away, Seb leans in even more and Mark can feel him breathing, the soft pants of air puffing against his chin. Their chests are touching and with just one last step forwards, Seb plasters himself completely against Mark, looking up at him as he bites his lips.
The finger trails down his chest, over his belly, down, down. A drop of sweat starts to form on Mark’s forehead, what the hell is he doing? He should really stop the little brat. Except, it’s like he’s completely frozen, morbidly curious of how far Seb will push and take this.
“I see the way you look at me sometimes,” Seb purrs, his hand going even lower. “And I can certainly feel how hard you are.”
Delicate fingers finally circle around the head of Mark’s dick, trailing further down over his throbbing length and even though Mark knew it was coming, he still lets out a surprised and embarrassing little moan. Just having Seb so close to him again makes him realize how hard he still is.
“Hey, why did you choose me, even when you didn’t know it was me? You have a thing for blonde boys or something?”
The hopeful look in Seb’s eye doesn’t get missed by Mark, at the same time he’s still every bit as cheeky and bitchy as he’s always been, grinning up brightly at Mark.
Everything Mark hates but loves to see in him.
It’s not even a conscious decision, he just grabs Seb’s shirt and pushes him against the wall behind the dumpster, his back colliding with brick, resulting in a surprised ”oomph!”
It’s nice to catch Seb off guard for a change.
The kid recovers quickly though, already talking shit again.
“Do you like younger guys? I always thought you were as straight as they come, but,” a hand squeezes his dick again, triumphant eyes looking up, ignoring Mark’s deadly glare completely, “I was wrong.”
“Seb?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Instead of letting go and walking away like he meant to do, Mark lets his eyes slide over Seb’s form again; the dim street light hitting his features, casting shadows but highlighting his glistening lips that are so soft looking, eyes expectant but also fearful, as if Mark is going to do exactly what he’s thinking of doing. Get back to his hotel room and take care of his situation on his own, leaving Seb behind.
As much as he wants to, he simply can’t resist, having Seb vulnerable and willing just too tempting of an idea to let go of.
He should have known the little shit wasn’t going to listen, though. Even when he’s not as confident as before, Seb likes to challenge him too much to ever stop.
“Make me,” Seb says, his lips provokingly pulling upwards.
Oh, he’s just blatantly asking for it and without thinking Mark is grabbing his face between his hands and kissing him.
And finally, finally, Seb goes quiet, only a soft whine escapes his mouth, one that sounds filthy enough to make Mark’s cock throb with need again. Reluctantly, he pulls back from the kiss to try and clear his mind a little.
Their eyes lock and Mark resists the urge to roll his eyes at the triumphant and manic grin on Seb’s face, the kid clearly thinking he’s winning at this too. He truly is the most annoying creature Mark’s ever had to deal with, but as he grabs Seb’s wrists and pulls them above his head, pinning them to the wall, feeling his pulse beating frantically and his body tremble, Mark realizes that a lot of his attitude and bravado is just a shield, to protect himself from getting hurt and to hide his insecurities.
Mark just stares at him for a few seconds, holding him pinned to the wall with both of his hands clasped around Seb’s wrists. Seb is not really struggling to get free, allows himself to be restricted, but they both know that even if he wanted to break free, he would never be able to. Mark is not only almost twice as heavy, he’s also twice as strong. The kid knows it too and by the way he’s gnawing on his bottom lip, looking at Mark with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, he’s getting off on it just as much as Mark does.
He shifts the hold on Seb’s wrists from two hands to one, the free hand curling into the blonde curls on the back of his head. Tugging Seb’s face up, Mark kisses him again, dipping down and licking into his mouth. Seb responds beautifully to him, kissing back with chaotic enthusiasm; his tongue is all over the place, trying to start a war with Mark’s and he should have known that even a simple kiss would become a competition if Seb had his way.
“Stop that,” Mark scolds when he pulls back to breathe. He doesn’t give Seb the opportunity to reply, just starts kissing him again, slower this time, squeezing Seb’s wrists to let him know Mark still got the upper hand here. It’s exactly what Seb needs to calm down a little, going pliant and falling into the pace Mark has set.
It’s impossible not to thrust up against that body being offered to him so freely. Mark can feel Seb’s hard dick rubbing against his own, making sure to have more of that delicious friction as he thrusts harder, feeling Seb tremble like a leaf every time he rolls his hips into him.
And just like earlier, in the club, Mark is slowly losing himself in the kid, only this time he knows for sure it’s actually Seb.
And that makes it all so much better.
He doesn’t let himself think about what that means, not yet anyway. He wonders how he got here, how he let himself be roped into this, but his thoughts are interrupted by Seb panting heavily, barely even kissing back anymore. His whole body is shaking and it’s all high whimpers leaving his mouth, struggling to pull his hands free from Mark’s grip.
Mark draws away, just enough to see what’s going on. Wide, panicky eyes stare back at him, Seb’s ears adorably flushed, a shy, embarrassed look flickering across his face.
“M-Mark…” he stutters, sounding like he’s begging. When Mark realizes what’s going on, he can’t help but smile, deliberately rocking their dicks together again.
“Fuck!” Throwing his head back against the wall, Seb screws his eyes closed tightly, breathing hard.
“Are you going to come in your pants like a little boy, Sebi?” Mark chuckles breathlessly, leaning down to kiss the tempting skin of Seb’s exposed neck.
“N-nooo.” It comes out all whiny and desperate, Seb obviously trying to convince himself.
“Are you sure, mate?”
Mark lets go of Seb’s hair and palms his dick instead, squeezing just hard enough for Seb to completely lose it. He’s gasping out Mark’s name, his moans getting so out of control Mark has to let go of his wrists to put a hand over that mouth, stifling the sounds that Mark would be all too happy to hear more of if they weren’t in this bloody alley.
He keeps rubbing over Seb’s cock, fingers getting slick with the come that seeps through the denim of his jeans. The kid is a quivering, mewling mess, barely able to stay on his feet anymore and Mark almost has to grab his arms again to steady him, Seb going completely limp in his grip.
Mark watches him closely, entranced by Seb in orgasm. He truly is beautiful, Mark can admit that, albeit grumpily. Watching Seb fall to pieces by just having his dick rubbed through his clothes made Mark want more of him, his dick twitching in his jeans, and begging for a hot, warm mouth.
“Look at me,” Mark tells Seb after it takes too long for him to open his eyes again. He’s still breathing hard, hands fisted in Mark’s shirt to try and keep himself from falling to his knees.
It takes another few seconds before Seb actually does as told and the moment their eyes finally meet, Mark realizes right away why he took so long in the first place. Seb blushes an even deeper red, barely able to keep his gaze up, shifting away in embarrassment. He promptly buries his face in Mark’s chest, trying to hide from his teammate’s amused gaze and no doubt teasing comments. Once again, Seb makes him think of a kitten, one that’s looking for a pat on the head and affection.
So he awkwardly does just that, patting the curls on top of Seb’s disheveled head and as he looks down to see Seb almost purring against his chest and a genuine wave of said affection hits him square in the chest.
He’s got no clue what to do with that feeling though. And he doesn’t really understand either. Everything about Seb usually infuriates him; he’s an annoying little smartass who never knows when to stop, never fails to push Mark to his limit and breaking point, on and now off track too apparently. But seeing him this vulnerable, with his guard down, he sees a Seb he’s got glimpses of in the past. Soft and with this intense urge to get everyone to like him, even if he acts like he doesn’t care.
“Hey mate,” he murmurs, laughing when Seb hides even deeper in his chest and makes a non committal sound, obviously preparing himself for an onslaught of teasing. Seb knows him too well, because there’s no way that Mark is letting this go. “You just always have to finish first, don’t you?”
He feels rather than hears the embarrassed snort coming from Seb. “Fuck you.” Seb finally pulls back to look at him, still blushing and looking sheepish, but the wicked glint in his eyes tells Mark he’s back to being a brat. “Your fault. Be glad I finally let you win something this time.”
Raising an eyebrow, Mark asks, “and what exactly did I win?”
Seb’s eyes get glassy for a second, biting his lip and then the damned smirk is back on his face again. “You decide. I can do whatever you want, Mark.”
“Whatever I want, huh?”
“Yup,” Seb says, grinning up. Mark wonders if Seb even knows what he’s offering here. Mark can think of a million things he wants, but is sure Seb is not ready for (yet).
Seb licks his lips again, reminding Mark of exactly what it is he wants; those shiny fat lips stretched around his cock.
He places his hands on Seb’s shoulders and pushes down firmly, the kid’s eyes getting wide when he realizes what Mark wants. All too compliant, he lets Mark push him onto his knees.
Seeing the brat there on his knees before him, all needy and eager to please, is quite intoxicating.
Before Mark can do it himself, Seb is already pressing his mouth on his cock, mouthing the outline while staring up sinfully at Mark.
“Tell me what you want, Mark,” he says, not making any attempt to open Mark’s pants, very clearly wanting to hear Mark tell him exactly what he wants first. He refuses though, not willing to let Seb run this show again now that he finally feels like he’s the one who’s in control. Mark bites the inside of his cheek, trying to hold in his groans when Seb gazes at him, mouths at him again, slow and promising more, if only Mark gave in.
And fuck, he wants to, so bad.
“Say it,” Seb demands, “tell me, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Mark weaves his fingers into the blonde hair again, pressing Seb’s face to his dick more firmly, expecting the boy to take the hint. But of course that’s not enough for the cheeky bastard.
“Say it,” Seb says. How he sounds so demanding, muffled against his jeans and cock, Mark will never know. Teeth come out to bite lightly at his cock and Mark lets out an embarrassing little yelp.
“Fucking little shit,” Mark hisses, tugging hard on the curls in retaliation, feeling his cock throb. He’s about to tug Seb up by his hair and stop this madness, but Seb is already kissing it all better, his hand going for Mark’s belt, like he’s expecting him to give in. Mark closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply to calm himself down a little.
“Say it, Mark, or I’ll walk away.”
That’s the last thing Mark wants, but he knows Seb means every word. He blinks his eyes open, taking one more look at those pretty pink lips and eager face.
He breaks and simply stops resisting.
“Suck me, Seb.”
Proud eyes shine up at him, confidence clear in them, and for a brief second Mark worries that this was all a joke, just to see how far he could push Mark. But Seb breathes a sigh of relief, like he’s pleased and reassured now he finally got to hear those words.
Fingers fumble to take Mark’s cock out, a flicker of uncertainty in blue eyes, but Mark’s impatient “come on,” and grip on his hair make him continue. With the way Seb is gripping him tentatively, lightly stroking up and down like he’s testing the waters, Mark wonders how much experience he really has.
Mark watches as Seb closes his eyes and licks his lips - more out of nervousness than trying to be sexy - and then lets out a long, low groan when Seb finally wraps them around the head of his cock, sucking him into the delicious warmth of his mouth.
Perking up at the sound Mark is making, Seb slowly blinks his eyes open, long lashes fluttering up to look at Mark all pleased and smug. Mark can’t even bring himself to be annoyed by it; it feels too good and wonderful having his dick sealed by the fat lips that have plagued him for months. And when Seb starts to move his head up and down, his tongue wiggling over sensitive veins, Mark thinks he’s got every reason to be smug. Even when he’s not that skilled, his enthusiasm and eagerness more than make up for that.
And he’s good, so bloody good.
Seb is moaning and humming lightly with every suck up to the head of Mark’s cock, pulling off to lick up the drops of precome. He’s going agonizingly slow and Mark needs more, wants to see how deep the brat can take him into his throat before he starts gagging and spluttering.
Pushing Seb’s head down, Mark watches the kid going eagerly at first, then glaring up when Mark keeps pressuring him until he feels himself hit the back of that throat. Sure enough, Seb’s eyes tear up, looking soft and defenseless, finally at Mark’s mercy. It’s a powerful feeling and almost as thrilling as the first time he’d gotten his dick sucked. He hopes to last a little longer now, though, but he doubts he can hold it much longer with the way Seb’s throat is fluttering wildly around him.
Seb’s hands are scrambling to take hold of Mark’s hips, anything to anchor himself as Mark continues to use his throat, fucking himself in and out.
The gags and slobbering sounds that keep escaping Seb’s mouth are slowly making him lose his goddamn mind and he feels himself getting closer and closer, the warmth of his orgasm already spreading through his body.
“Ah fuck, mate, I’m gonna come,” he gasps out. His intention was to give Seb the choice of swallowing or not, but as soon as his words are out, the pleasure washes over him in waves and Mark loses track of where and even who he is.
Seb doesn't seem to be bothered, gripping him softly with one hand, sucking him gently even when Mark starts pulsing come down his throat.
When he finally comes back to himself, Seb pulls back to kiss away the last drops of come that’s dripping out of the tip of his still mostly hard and twitching dick, looking at it crossed eyed and very proudly, like he can’t quite believe that he’s the one who made Mark come like that. It’s weirdly cute.
Eyes still heavy with the afterglow, Mark stares down at Seb who is tucking him into his underwear and then carefully zips him back up, tongue stuck out in concentration, as if making sure he doesn’t accidentally catch Mark’s dick between the zipper of his jeans. When he’s done, Seb pats him for good measure and then looks up at Mark, a satisfied and winning smile forming on that beautiful face.
“Come up here,” Mark urges, dragging Seb up by his arms until the kid stands before him, disheveled and ruined, a drop of come trickling down the side of his mouth.
The sight has Mark’s heart racing again and he grabs Seb’s face between his hands, squishing his adorably flushed cheeks and licks up the come dripping from his lips. When he tries to pull back, Seb roughly grabs him by the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss, his clever tongue licking into Mark’s mouth and letting him taste himself there.
Mark draws back suddenly when he hears footsteps walking by, freezing up and watching Seb who in turn watches the entry of the alley with wide eyes, ducking behind the large trash bin and pulling Mark with him too.
Fuck, they were so stupid to do this here. What if they were caught?
Seb’s wide eyes tell him that he’s thinking the same thing. They stare at each other wordlessly for a moment, a bit dazed and stunned that this really happened.
Seb is the first one to crack a smile, though, a giggle escaping his swollen lips, his eyes and nose adorably scrunched up and Mark can’t help but follow him, chuckling. But his laughter abruptly stops when Seb asks him something through his giggles.
“Seriously, Mark, what were you doing here?”
Ah, yes, the dreaded question he knew Seb wouldn’t let go of. Awkwardly, Mark scratches his chin, fingers going over the cleft as he thinks of a suited reply that might let him get away with it.
Seb’s clever eyes are boring curiously into his while he waits for an answer, making Mark shift nervously on his feet, even after what they’ve just done.
“David made me go,” he finally settles on saying. There’s no lie in that, but it’s not really an explanation either.
“Okaaaaay,” Seb says skeptically, eyes narrowing. He wants to pry more - Mark can see it in his eyes - but decides that it’s probably not worth the effort right now, though Mark has no doubts that this will be brought up later. Eventually, Seb will want to know exactly what happened and why Mark had picked him out of all the people in the crowd.
“Seb, I swear, if you tell anyone about this, you’re dead, mate,” Mark warns him.
“Sure, Mark,” Seb snorts dismissively. It’s clear that he isn’t taking Mark seriously at all, instead wrapping his arms around Mark’s waist and nestling his face in his neck.
He fits perfectly.
He settles like a cat, making place for himself with no intention of going away anytime soon.
Mark sighs and wonders, laughing softly when he catches himself patting a happily purring Seb again.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?