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“How you doin’, buddy?” Sam asked against the bathroom door.
Sebastian groaned wordlessly on the other side.
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian grumbled.
He was shirtless, his shirt and the bathmat bunched against the wall behind him. He looked up at Sam when he entered, looking even paler than usual, though more sober at least. He shifted away from his hunch over the toilet to sit against the wall, taking the water bottle Sam held out to him.
“Thanks,” he murmured, cracking it open.
“D’you get it all out of your system? Sounded like it…” Sam chuckled, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest. He watched as Sebastian drank the water he’d offered him.
He liked when it was his turn to take care of Sebastian. They alternated designated driver duty, if they couldn’t stay in Zuzu overnight.
He actually thought he liked taking care of Sebastian more than getting drunk, but it’d be weird to change their system after all this time. He didn’t want to have to explain why he was okay with not drinking or getting high at the parties they went to in town anymore. He wasn’t exactly sure of the reason himself.
Sebastian swallowed and put down the bottle, wiping his mouth on his lean, tattooed arm. “Stomach okay now,” he sighed and laid his head back against the wall. “Everything else, pounding.”
“You want some pain meds?”
He nodded with the cute little grimace he made when he was grumpy or had a headache.
“Do you wanna shower?” Sam asked as he opened the bathroom’s medicine cabinet and grabbed the medicine bottle, taking two tablets out for him.
“Mmmm,” Sebastian grumbled. “Probly should.”
“Probly,” Sam repeated with a smile, squatting down to grab his hand and flip it, placing the pills in his limp palm.
Sebastian straightened up and popped the tablets in his mouth, downing them with a drink of water. Sam stayed by his side, watching with something between concern and amusement. “You know you shouldn’t have tequila,” he teased.
“I didn’t even have tequila,” he whined, closing his eyes against the wall again.
“You sure?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we’re just getting too old for this shit,” Sebastian grumbled.
Sam laughed and stood, closing the shower curtain and turning on the tap. The sound of rushing water filled the room. “Pfft. Old.”
Sebastian didn’t answer, but also didn’t stand. Sam turned and bumped his leg with his foot.
“You gonna be okay for this?”
Sebastian groaned and stretched his arms up. Sam thought about teasing him for asking for uppies, but it was so cute he didn’t want him to stop out of embarrassment. He just smiled and helped him up with one arm.
“We’ll see, I guess,” Sebastian mumbled. He swayed a little bit as he stood, bumping into Sam’s chest before righting himself. “I’m good, I’m good.”
Sam thought about bringing up how often people die in the shower; imagined the ways he could get a concussion if he slipped. “Maybe you should take a bath instead?” he suggested tentatively.
Sebastian laughed, stepping back from him. “Bro your tub’s fucking gross, I’m not doing that.”
Sam chewed at his lip. He was starting to get sweaty in the steam from the shower. “Okay, but I’m staying in here in case you fall. You can hold on to me.” He closed the toilet lid and sat, holding his arm out against the shower curtain in demonstration.
“Sure you aren’t trying to get a strip-tease?” Sebastian joked, looking down at him with a mischievous smile and fingers primed to unbutton his tight black jeans.
Sam covered his face as casually as he could at the insinuation, “Nope, I won’t look.” Under his hands, his cheeks flushed.
Recently it seemed like Sebastian was going harder with the teasing when he was drunk, and Sam didn’t know what to make of it. He would try to not react to it, since a reaction might encourage him to go further, and he wasn’t sure how much of it he could take before he actually caught feelings. He didn’t want to mess up their existing relationship, it was more than he could ever hope for.
Sebastian understood him like no one else. He was his favorite person of all time.
He wondered if maybe they really should ease up on the drinking, so this borderline flirting would stop. At the same time… he wasn’t sure he wanted it to. It was precarious, but if everything could just stay exactly as it was, it would continue to be the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. He thought he could live with that.
He tried not to picture what was happening as he heard the zipper of Sebastian’s jeans, the slide of the material against his skin. He knew the topography of Sebastian’s skin so intimately it was impossible. Sebastian had circuitry tattooed around his knee, branching up his thigh. A chibi fallen angel on his calf, a black and white anatomical piece on top of his left foot.
And a smiley face on his ass cheek, to match Sam’s.
He breathed deeply and tried to push the image of Sebastian’s ass out of his mind. He heard the sound of clothing dropping, then footsteps.
“Okay I’m getting in,” said Sebastian, pulling aside the curtain.
“I’ll be here,” Sam said cheerily.
“Ah fuck, what about my stuff,” he whined once he was under the stream of the shower, his voice echoing.
“Uh… don’t die while I get it?”
“10/4!” he laughed.
Sam quickly left the bathroom, stepping over Sebastian’s discarded clothing. The cold air of his bedroom was a relief. He immediately pulled off his own shirt, it reeked anyway and was sticking to him. He tossed it in the laundry basket and searched for Seb’s duffle, deciding to just bring the whole thing.
“Still alive?” he asked as he popped his head back into the bathroom.
“Unfortunately!” Sebastian called back over the rush of water.
“Hey, no joking about you dying, mister,” he chided, placing the duffle on the counter and sitting back down on the toilet lid.
Sebastian groaned in complaint. “I’m allowed a little one when I feel this shitty.”
Sam bit his tongue and sighed, leaning his elbows into his thighs, face in his hands. It had been a long day, but good. He looked forward to these days.
He waited patiently, nearly dozing off until finally Sebastian turned off the water. He jumped up to grab him a towel just as Sebastian asked, holding it up inside the shower curtain then sitting back down. “I’ll still be here if you need my help getting out.”
“Yes, wife,” Seb teased.
“There’ll be no concussions on my watch!”
“Nah, that epithet would be lame as fuck,” he chuckled.
“Is that another death joke?”
“Maybe. I’m coming out, look or don’t,” he warned.
“I’m gonna hold my arm out if you need it,” he said and covered his face with his other hand.
He heard the sound of the shower curtain opening, then Sebastian’s steaming hand did actually grab onto his forearm to steady himself. He braced it, so tempted to open his eyes just to make sure he wasn’t about to fall, but a second later Sebastian’s hand let go and he was able to breathe again.
“Ugh, I need to lie down,” Sebastian groaned. “I’ll just brush my teeth real quick and pass out.”
Sam heard the zipper of his duffle open. “Can I open my eyes?”
Sebastian turned on the sink. “Sure, if you want a face full of dick,” he mumbled past what was likely a toothbrush in his mouth.
Sam made a flustered sound and Sebastian laughed. “Nah, I’m mostly decent I guess.”
Sam still hesitated, knowing his face would telegraph just how much his teasing was getting to him. But he couldn’t hold off for long, or that would be weird too. He opened his eyes to Sebastian standing at the sink with the towel wrapped around his waist.
He looked away as soon as he registered the sight.
It wasn’t that he’d never seen Seb in a towel, he’d seen him in less actually, especially being friends since they were kids. But it was more complicated now for some reason.
Fuck, maybe he was catching feelings. He couldn’t catch feelings for him.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, hoping to come off as more exhausted than having a minor crisis.
Sebastian spit and ran the sink some more. “You gonna shower?” he slurred.
“Yep!” Sam stood and went to the linen cabinet even though his towel was already out, just needing something to focus on and block him from Sebastian.
Sebastian walked to the door. The cold air rushed in. “If you wake me I’ll murder you,” he called back as he stepped out. He didn’t close the door, and Sam closed the cabinet door to watch him walk straight to the bed and flop into it facefirst.
Sam laughed, moving to lean in the open doorway. “Get your jammies on, Seb.”
He groaned and rolled himself onto his back. Sam tried not to think about how he had his legs spread. “I don’t wanna.”
“Well I can’t sleep in the same bed with you if you’re naked,” Sam retorted, trying desperately to sound unbothered.
“Not with that attitude,” he said with a smirk, sitting up.
Sam groaned and thumped his forehead into the doorframe. “Seeeeb.”
“Boxers,” he negotiated.
Fuck, how was he going to survive the night if Sebastian only wore boxers? Better than naked at least. He thumped his forehead against the frame twice more. “Fine, whatever,” he sighed.
“Woo! Can you get them?”
Sam scoffed and turned to get Sebastian’s bag, reaching back out the bathroom and tossing it onto the bed. “Thanks!” Sebastian called as Sam closed the door and sighed.
How the hell was he going to survive this?
Sam took his time with his shower, despite the exhaustion from the day. He couldn’t get the image of the V of Sebastian’s abdomen, towel low on his hips, out of his mind. And the thought that he was in his bed right now, in only boxers for the first time since they were kids, fuck. This playing chicken with the flirting was really getting to him.
He was getting hard thinking about it.
It’d be pretty weird to jack it while his friend was just on the other side of the door. And yet, his hands seem to act of their own volition.
“Fuck, I’m the worst,” he mumbled in shame as he stroked himself.
Maybe it’d just been too long since he’d gotten laid. But he wasn’t interested in anyone.
Sebastian was in his bed, nearly naked.
He cursed again, fully hard now and stroking faster.
He knew how his body felt against his, the memories lighting up his skin with goosebumps.
God he felt so fucking horny.
What would actually happen if he took Sebastian up on his flirting? Maybe there was a way to do it casually; that he could play off as a joke if he needed to. No, this was all too complicated. Things didn’t need to get complicated, they could stay exactly as they were.
But it couldn’t hurt to imagine just a little right now. At least just to get off, to get this fixation out of his mind and get to bed. It was logical really, just preventing any possible mishaps if Seb was to brush against him while he slept or something.
So he let himself imagine it. Sebastian naked like he wanted, lithe body curling into Sam, hard cock poking his ass.
Sam groaned softly, stroking himself fast. He imagined Sebastian running his long fingers through his hair, pulling at his scalp, kissing his neck.
His breath rasped heavily as he got closer.
He imagined Sebastian’s leg wrapping around his waist, the pressure of it. His free arm wrapped around him to mimic the feeling and the desire burning in his abdomen grew, muscles in his legs tightening.
He was so close.
He imagined what Sebastian’s eyes might look like, looking up at him from between his legs, cheeks hollowed around his cock.
The orgasm knocked the breath out of him. A strained whimper left his lips.
I want him. I want him I want him.
The thought echoed and multiplied in his mind as the pleasure receded; the thoughts sharpening to something shameful, dangerous.
He stared at the hand he’d used to make himself cum and he held it up under the water.
How could he face Sebastian after this?