Shaun did own up to his prediction, and the fish they had caught was indeed meaty and delicious.
The promise of a good breeding was forgotten, much to Sebastian’s relief.
His belly was too full to handle another round. But he did start to think about setting up a makeshift gym in the barn, or somewhere where it wouldn’t be much of a bother. He had never gone that long without working out and was starting to notice the difference.
He wanted to be in top shape for himself and for Shaun.
What if Shaun lost interest when his physique stopped being an asset? Maybe he would seek out another young jock to train.
Sebastian didn’t know why he was being so doom-and-gloom after spending such an intimate day with Shaun. But then it occurred to him that their one-month trial period had passed, and neither of them had noticed. It was a good sign, but Sebastian almost gasped when he understood they would be having a big talk in the coming days. He wondered if he should be the one to bring it up.
The faster they discussed their relationship, the quicker Sebastian would be fixed on his fate. He trusted Shaun enough to know he wouldn’t boot him out like an unwanted guest. But what if he didn’t wish to pursue a long-lasting partnership with him? What if Shaun was, in the end, only playing with him because he considered him a shiny new toy?
He did seem loving, and he seemed to like Sebastian as more than a possession. But Sebastian was all too conscious that people were double-faced.
The prospect of being replaced by someone prettier and more muscular tugged at Sebastian, who tensed up while cuddled against Shaun. He sighed deeply, trying to keep his focus on the horror movie they’d chosen.
A girl wearing skimpy clothes was getting chased, but Sebastian couldn’t care less about her. Not that she was annoying, but the whole plot had been subpar at best, and none of the characters had had the time to grow into fleshed-out human beings. They were just there to get slaughtered, though he suspected the final girl was going to be the geeky one with red hair.
“Feeling tired?” Shaun asked, kissing the top of his head. “This movie’s a bust.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian replied softly.
“Yeah, the movie is a bust, or yeah, you’re tired?”
“A bit of both, I guess,” Sebastian looked up at Shaun, eyes half closed. “But I still want to see who gets out of this alive.”
He turned to the TV without another word, possessively holding onto Shaun’s arms.
Sebastian’s hole was still sore, but it comforted him in a way. It proved that Shaun was more than content to use him; he even took it upon himself to clean him in the shower, using his fingers to gently clear out any remnant of cum so Sebastian would be more comfortable.
The pull of sleep was strong, but Sebastian wasn’t ready for their bedroom’s intimacy, so he lay his head on Shaun’s muscly thigh and slowly drifted to sleep.
When he woke up, he could feel a strong body pressed tightly against his back, an arm under him, and another holding him loosely. The TV was dark, but the small lamp in the corner still cast its warm yellow light. The soft breathing of the man cradling him nearly lulled Sebastian back to sleep, but his thirst urged him to be quenched.
So, he carefully slipped out of Shaun’s sleepy embrace.
With a glass of water still in hand, Sebastian walked back to the living room, his bare feet cushioned by the thick rug separating the space from the rest of the floor. Shaun was still fast asleep, mouth slightly agape, his powerful chest rising and falling calmly.
He had trimmed his beard a couple of days ago, but some wild hair was already sticking out of the black mass of fuzz, and his hair tangled in heaps over the rough couch pillow.
Sebastian smiled, even though the threat of his new world falling apart sliced through his mind.
It would be all right. He told himself, setting the empty glass on the kitchen counter before returning to Shaun. He crouched, leaving the shadow of a kiss on his cheek.
His eyes fluttered open.
“Let’s go to bed,” Sebastian murmured, softly caressing his scalp. “Your old man back won’t thank you if you sleep the whole night on the couch.”
“I’m not that old, you little shit,” Shaun yawned, smirking good-naturedly. “Your thirties will get you faster than you can blink.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what old people say,” Sebastian joked, knowing Shaun was right.
The next morning, Sebastian woke before Shaun did.
He made sure to set the table just right, with Shaun’s favorite mug, fork, and knife, and prepared everything so he would only have to settle down and eat.
He wasn’t usually the one doing that sort of thing, but Sebastian wanted them to discuss the matter at hand over breakfast. He couldn’t wait any longer; he had barely slept the previous night and felt like biting his nails.
A dirty habit he had managed to drop when he was thirteen or fourteen.
He busied himself in the kitchen, music playing on his phone, which he barely used anymore, seeing how he had deleted all his social media. He also moved all his photos and videos to the cloud, as if it would fix everything. He had yearned to log on to his socials to take a peek, but he had decided against it for obvious reasons. He believed that all he would find would be contempt.
The particular creaking of the stairs alerted him to Shaun’s coming. He turned to focus on firing up the stove, making sure his naked butt was on full display. He had chosen the red jockstrap today, which he knew Shaun particularly adored, and had thrown on the apron Shaun had bought him a few weeks ago, not to get burned.
“Morning,” Shaun greeted, placing a gentle kiss on his nape. “You’re early.”
“It’s nine already, I’d say you’re a bit late,” Sebastian commented with a chuckle barely concealing his apprehension. “It means you needed the sleep; we overworked ourselves this week.”
“I know, but it means next week will leave us more time for ourselves,” Shaun said, hugging him, burying his face in Sebastian’s shoulder. “What are we having?”
“The usual, I’m no chef, so scrambled eggs, bacon, some muesli, I already cut a batch of fresh fruits, it’s on the table.”
Sebastian had been meticulous; the eggshells were in a small bowl, the bottle of milk was already back into the fridge, and the sizzling bacon was cooking leisurely so he wouldn’t burn the edges.
“You’re doing super well.” Shaun praised, rocking his hips against Sebastian’s. “What’s the occasion? What did I do to deserve all of this?”
There it was.
“The thing is…” Sebastian trailed off, swallowed, and took a deep breath. “You remember the trial period?”
“Oh, yeah,” Shaun said, surprised. “It totally slipped my mind.”
“Me too,” Sebastian admitted, knuckles white on the wooden spoon. “I realized the due date had passed by a few days. We need to talk about it. What we gotta do next. What we want to do.”
“That’s what got you riled up since yesterday?”
“Of course, you knew,” Sebastian said, slightly annoyed. “Why didn’t you mention it?”
“Well, to be fair, I knew something was up, but I didn’t know what,” Shaun laughed, holding him tighter. “When I said it slipped my mind, it truly did.”
Sebastian eyed him anxiously. “So, what?”
“Does it really need to be discussed?” Shaun sighed. “I think I’ve made myself pretty clear on what I want.”
Sebastian scrambled the eggs, unsure of what to say next. He moved on to the bacon and decided it looked perfect, so he laid the strips on a plate he had prepared.
“You want to keep me… as your boy, or your toy?”
A shadow obscured the light in Shaun’s eyes for a short moment. He didn’t seem angry or confused, but he was hurt. And instantly, Sebastian regretted what he had just said. He dropped the plates with a loud clink and moved toward the man who had so kindly opened his door to him.
But still.
Was their relationship surface-level, based on pleasure?
Or was it something more?
It might have been too early to ask that sort of question, but Sebastian had to know he represented more than just another stray Shaun had taken under his wing.
Even if it didn’t last a lifetime, he wished to experience something genuine. He would submit, he would obey, but he wanted it to be under the watchful eyes of affection, if not love.
“What do you think?” Shaun asked, deadpan.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Damnit,” Shaun uttered, distraught. “You’re so fucking thick, boy.”
Sebastian dropped his eyes to the floor, but Shaun gently brought them back up.
“I thought I’d been clear about my intentions. I want you to stay. I couldn’t have made it more obvious.”
The fire of Sebastian’s hearth lit up again, and a smile reached his lips. He spilled the eggs on the floor as he leaned to catch himself on the counter, drowning in Shaun’s kind eyes as his heart beat, light as a feather. The sleepless night had been pointless, his fears unfounded, but the wreck that had been his life before his arrival on the farm hadn’t allowed him room to breathe.
There was always the option that he would be asked to leave, that he had outlived his usefulness. But he could see Shaun wasn’t lying; he meant every word he’d said.
“You just made it that much more obvious,” Sebastian blushed. “I couldn’t allow myself to believe it before you said it.” He played with the seam of his apron, feeling stupid for doubting Shaun. “I thought… I thought there was a risk that…”
“No, never,” Shaun cupped his face in his warm, rough hands, not letting him finish. “I had my doubts at first as well. Most people take whatever they need and leave; they don’t want anything more. Do you want to know when I understood you weren’t one of those?”
Sebastian nodded, wrapping his fingers around Shaun’s wrists to anchor himself.
“When you asked me if I wouldn’t get tired of you too quickly,” Shaun laughed, there was sadness behind it. “That’s when I thought I needed to show you you were worth more than you know,” he kissed Sebastian longingly, pinning him against the counter tenderly. “A relationship takes dedication, but I know we’ll be able to work it out together.”
“Yes, we will,” Sebastian replied, sure of himself, diving in for another kiss. “We will.”
Suddenly, Shaun dropped to his knees. Seeing him like this was strange. Sebastian was usually the one assuming this position.
The jockstrap slid down to his ankles, and it didn’t take long for his cock to make a tent out of the gray apron. Shaun dove under it, wordlessly, dragging his tongue over Sebastian’s balls enthusiastically.
Then, his mouth took his cock, confidently. He sucked it until Sebastian’s hands gripped the marble countertop; it was cold, and his asscheeks were pressed against it. He was unable to escape Shaun’s expert mouth. His balls were conscientiously kneaded, worked like dough. Sebastian focused, breathing with practiced minutia so he wouldn’t blow his load too fast.
He ripped the apron off his body, revealing Shaun’s sharp eyes underneath. His lips were beautifully wrapped around his rock-hard dick. He didn’t gag, he didn’t hesitate, he took him in with fervor.
Sebastian petted his head, still asking for permission with a hesitant stare. Shaun smiled, prompting Sebastian to push his head down his length.
“You feel so good,” Sebastian panted, feeling himself getting close to the edge.
He was pumped closer to the brink of cumming, but he held it, right at the moment his cum was about to burst. He clenched his muscles, forced his body to control his instinctual need to cum. He had been trained to do so; he knew he was capable of it. He knew his orgasm would be all the more worth it when Shaun finally allowed him to blow.
His breath caught in his throat; he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.
“Please, sir, can I cum?”
There wasn’t a clear response, but Shaun quickened his pace and tugged on Sebastian’s testicles more firmly. Sebastian took this as permission and blasted a massive amount of cum into Shaun’s mouth; some of it spilled, but he kept on sucking.
Sebastian couldn’t move away; he was trapped, and he had to endure the post-orgasm teasing. His ragged breathing betrayed his composure; he squirmed as his sensitive cockhead was lapped by Shaun’s tongue. The kneeling man then stood and grabbed a fistful of Sebastian’s blond curls, forcing him to bend his neck backward. He opened his mouth naturally, and Shaun let a long string of cum trickle down Sebastian’s throat.
Then, he claimed his mouth, and spit and sperm were exchanged in a breathless kiss.
Sebastian loved his own taste mixed with Shaun’s. The lingering memory of his own dick on his man’s breath kept him erect, but he was too focused on what that kiss meant to care, as his dick refused to go limp.
It symbolized their union, one that wasn’t bound by a contract.
One that would be long-lasting.
“You still have a long way to go; your training is about to become that much more intense. You know that, right?” Shaun asked, wiping some cum from his mouth.
“I do, sir, and I’m ready for it,” Sebastian replied, giddily.
“Good boy, my best boy,” Shaun said.
He had said it before, but this time it struck differently. Sebastian had felt at home at the farm before, but now he was sure it was his. It wasn’t a simple rest stop; it was the destination.
“When do we begin?” Sebastian asked, expectantly.
“Let’s say after breakfast.” Shaun grabbed a bacon strip and chewed on it. “Everything’s already cold. I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s fine, we’ll have plenty more breakfasts together.”
“Sure as hell we will.”
They kissed, hugged, and ate.
After the dishes were done, they cleaned up a bit and headed to the storage space. The chest hadn’t been closed, and lay there with promises of discoveries.
“I’ll let you pick what’s next,” Shaun declared, smirking mischievously.
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