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“Micheal…” Sebastian said quietly from the doorway, Micheal guessed Sebastian’s dad hadn’t woken at the first try so Sebastian took the next best, downstairs in the guest room. Micheal stirred, flapped out his arm to pull at the light until it illuminated the room in a yellow hue. Sebastian stood, big eyes, one hand rubbing out the sleep out of his right. He was almost hanging on the doorknob, was he tired? Probably. A nightmare maybe?
Micheal sat up, ignoring his small head rush and gave a little tired smile which made Sebastian smile as well, padding over to the bed. The door sliding shut behind him. Micheal wondered if maybe he should’ve slept in more clothes, in case of these things happening. He was of course in pants, plaid ones at that but the lack of a shirt made him slightly uncomfortable. Sebastian stood a little awkwardly at the end of the bed, smile slipping off, insecure. “What’s wrong?” Micheal asked, trying to keep his voice down. Usually Sebastian would curl up beside him and michel would scratch his back or massage one of his hands until he fell asleep. Now Sebastian seemed like he didn’t want to get too close, like he’d had a nightmare and just now realized Micheal was the monster.
“I- uhm, I can go back to bed myself,” Sebastian started, cut himself off, breathed in a shaky breath then turned towards the door. Michael moved as quick as he could and gently grabbed Sebastian’s arm, still on the bed. “No no, wait, tell me what's wrong Basti,” Micheal said, trying to pry as much as he could, not wanting to overstep. If Sebastian changed his mind and didn’t want to tell, that was fine. But sleep was important and Sebastian couldn’t stay up all night thinking.
“Uhm… what do I do when… well- when it hurts… down there?” Sebastian looked up under his lashes, face red, hands fiddling. Micheals hand slipped at Sebastian’s words, now at Sebastian’s wrist. He didn’t expect that, what exactly did he mean though? Micheal had thought that maybe Norbert had taught Sebastian all of this but apparently not. “Hurts? Did you get hurt? In the kart?” Micheal tried. If Micheal remembered himself as a child, he didn’t want a word said about his private parts and his questions were therefore left unanswered. Still Micheal thought it was best if he kept the questions short, he didn’t want to make Sebastian uncomfortable. It was also in the middle of the night and he was half naked so maybe Sebastian already was…
Sebastian let out a little frustrated sound in the back of his throat and flailed his hands. Then he walked around the bed post and sat by Micheal’s feet, on the plush covers. Michael moved himself up against the wall again to make space for Sebastian to flop backwards, head towards Micheal’s concerned shadow. Sebastian looked up at the ceiling as he answered, “no- no, it’s not bruise pain, but like tingling, like a tension all the way up to my stomach.”
Sebastian’s cheeks were red again, dragging in small breaths and avoiding Micheal’s eyes at all cost.
Micheal was unsure if this was really his thing to hear, to talk about. Would it be better if he woke Norbert so he could- you know… but if Sebastian was in pain- he didn’t know what to do? Wasn’t he too young for this to happen. Micheal tried to remember when it started for him. Maybe it wasn’t too early and Sebastian was just a little too innocent for his own good. “Is it like pressure?”
Was Micheal thinking of the same thing Sebastian was? He hadn’t asked exactly what ‘down there’ meant, should he? But like it must be there right, what other place? His foot? Sebastian nodded and his head fell back on its side to Micheal. Sebastian’s pupils were so big Micheal almost wondered if the kid had a fever.
“It’s stiff , and- and wet…” Sebastian explained, almost whispering. Micheal was glad that Sebastian had enough trust in him to talk about these things but it felt wrong. Obviously Sebastian was experiencing his first boners, and only now when Micheal was here had built up the courage to ask what was going on. Should Micheal just explain it, teac- no. That’s not what he should do. Ask Sebastian to go wake his father up and ask him, this was wrong .
Sebastian had his hands fisted by his head, squirming a little.
Micheal sighed, rubbed a hand over his face and then said, “you can- well your penis is erect, aroused? Yeah, it’s totally normal for your age but it's a private kind of thing, do you understand?” Sebastian nodded, and rubbed his hand over his eye again. “It can feel good- eh, to touch it yes? But only do it when you're alone,” Micheal understood that this might translate wrong to Sebastian. He might take it like he shouldn’t have asked about it. “Was it like that when you woke up or were you already awake when it started tingling?” Micheal tried, changing the course a little.
“Woke up, and it was hurting…” Sebastian answered, pouting a little.
Fuck how does one go with this?! When Micheal has his own kids at least he will know what not to say. “You can try to touch it- when you're alone, and it will hopefully stop hurting.” Micheal saw the question in Sebastian’s eyes before he said it. “Can you- this is private? I don’t know how…” okay this is not the way this should go. Micheal should encourage Sebastian to go back to his own bed and try to use a pillow or his hand on that area , and then try to sleep. But Sebastian’s eyes were tearing up, fuck. Micheal opened his arms for Sebastian to crawl into. Sebastian did, he crawled up and curled up into Micheal’s side, Micheal wrapping his arms around him.
“Can you try to think about something else?” Micheal asked, kissing the top of Sebastian’s head. Sebastian shook his head, trying to hide further into Michael’s chest. Then Sebastian’s body shook and Micheal heard Sebastian’s sniffled breath before he could help. “Hey, hey, you’re fine, just breathe, why are you sad?” Micheal said, tracing Sebastian’s back.
Sebastian shook his head again, shuddered and Micheal felt a wet tear fall onto his skin. “It’s scary isn’t it… new feelings, but you can always talk to me,” Micheal continued, feeling Sebastian nod. Then he twitched so violently he almost fell out the bed and Sebastian’s legs came up even higher, laying like a cat, almost on his stomach. “Aow- aowaowaow!” Sebastian whimpered, almost loud enough to be heard upstairs. Did it hurt this bad when Micheal was a kid? No, it didn’t but like nowadays if Micheal is out of this world horny, like edged his guts twist into a cramp almost and that definitely hurts.
That made Michael make a quick decision and grab one of the pillows behind Sebastian and stuff it between them, supported by Micheal’s side and pressed in between Sebastian’s legs.
Micheal would never lay a finger on the kid, but he couldn’t stand seeing him in pain.
Sebastian’s arm straightened and he clawed at Micheal’s ribs, letting out a squeal. A squeal. “Micheal- I have to use the bathroom,” Sebastian gasped, words spilling out, trying to wiggle back a little but instead letting out a ragged breath. Before Micheal could react, Sebastian dragged himself against the pillow, half onto Micheal’s side, burying his blonde curls in Micheal’s shoulder. Then his whole body twitched and he let out a half sob, half scream, half moan before Micheal could try to cover his mouth.
“Sh,shhh, you’re okay,” Micheal whispered, shocked at what the fuck had just happened. He petted Sebastian’s back slowly, Sebastian wrapping his arms around Micheals neck.
Sebastian’s thin sleep shorts made the wet spot at the front a very uncomfortable feeling for Micheal. Cold and Sebastian must feel uncomfortable too.
No, Sebastian wasn’t uncomfortable, he was asleep, again.