Chapter 235: It was a great plan, until it wasn’t (suggestive)
Brent had bought himself more time by having Sergei come with him to the apartment first instead of him leaving from the upper levels. It might sound contradictory, but since Sergei came with him it meant he couldn’t just fly down the stairs quickly. He would have to walk down the hallway to get back out, and Brent even made an excuse that he wanted a specific smoothie or some bullshit.
He was just anxious to get as much time as he could because, damn it, if he could get two ejaculations in, he might be able to think with his true head around Sergei instead of the lower one that was causing him all of these problems.
Sergei didn’t seem to know anything when it came to what Brent was planning, but why would he? Brent was just being the good little Guide by not kicking up a fuss and going back to his big, empty apartment and waiting for him to come back.
Sergei might be different from the others, but he was still an Esper and Brent had no delusions about that. He still liked it when Brent did some Guide things, especially when people were after his life.
As soon as they finalized what Sergei was picking up from the cafe on the bottom floor after going over the menu, Brent gave him a quick peck, smacked his ass and sent him on his way.
Brent would keep the feel of his ass in his mind when he touched himself in the bathroom.
As soon as the door closed, Brent was off. He rushed to the bathroom in his bedroom and closed the door. He didn’t lock it because, well, it wouldn’t really stop anyone, would it? His pants were already down around his ankles when he sat down on the toilet, his hand going to the damn cock that had been bothering him this whole damn time.
He groaned as his hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes glancing for where he’d put the damn moisturizer so that he could stroke it properly. The fact that it was hidden only made Brent laugh.
Sergei had been here for what? Two days? Three days? And he’d already reorganized everything until it was in its ’perfect place’. God, he was fucking adorable.
Brent didn’t want to rub his own cock, he wanted to strip Sergei of his clothes, flip him over and pin him against the wall and slide his cock in between his thick, muscular thighs. He wanted to fuck them, fast and hard, his dick rubbing against his balls. He wanted it so tight and slippery that Sergei had no idea where Brent began and he ended.
He wanted to nibble and bite his back, mark him in ways that only Brent would know, that only he would see. All of that pretty skin and Brent would make sure to find the parts that weren’t tatted so that he could mark it himself. He knew that one of Sergei’s tattoos slid down to one of his ass cheeks so that just meant he left the other one for Brent’s mark.
Brent groaned, raising his hand to his mouth and spitting in it. He didn’t have time to worry about moisturizer now. He could only worry about how much his damn cock was pulsing.
"Fuuuuck." Brent groaned. He was already close and he’d barely touched himself. Just a few tugs and Brent was already on the fucking edge. Maybe it was also the feeling Sergei’s lips against his own, the feel of his ass in his hand. God, he was as caked up as any Field Guide. He wanted to just squeeze his ass cheeks together and rub his cock against him. Not even enter him.
Tease him until he is begging for it, and even then, wait.
Brent let the moans leave his lips easily, his body shaking and trembling as pleasure coursed through him. Brent stood up on shaking legs, flipping the lid up as he felt his balls draw up and cum pulsed out of his cock. Ropes of it splashing onto the water below. Brent trembled, shaking, a deep, guttural moan leaving his lips. His eyes fluttered closed, his cock pulsing as he made sure he spilled his cum into the toilet and not anywhere else.
That was one of the pains of only having one hand right now. He couldn’t use a tissue, he couldn’t be subtle. Everything pretty much had to be in place so that he could get off properly. He was always making a damn mess when he jerked off.
He would have been fine if his cum dripped out of him like some men, but that wasn’t his life. Not yet, at least. He was a damn shooter, always had been. It would be a fucked up thing that his father and grandfather had meddled with how far he shot his cum, but honestly, he wouldn’t put it past them. Wasn’t like he was discussing this with his fellow manufactured siblings, either.
Brent’s chest rose and fell as he milked the last few drops of cum out of his cock and stared down at the mess in the toilet before he stared at his still hard cock.
"Another one, huh?" He muttered, more annoyed than anything else. He wanted to be the kind of man that Sergei wanted him to be. Patient. Loyal. Kind. He could do the last two, but the first one? When it comes to sex?
Brent wasn’t sure he could do that. He hadn’t really considered that Sergei wasn’t as sexual as him since Brent never had to worry how sexual a partner was before. They had been coming to him to get sexual release or guiding. Brent could just...do it. Brent had also not been keeping track while no one was around because who the fuck kept track of how much they jerked off?
That was a weird thing to do.
Brent groaned, his hand tightening around his cock again. He slid his thumb up, rubbing it against the tip of his cock and pulling the little pearl of cum further down his cock and mixing it with the saliva that he’d covered his cock in. God, his cock was plain, normal, nothing like Sergei’s. The man really liked piercings.
Really, really liked them. Brent had no complaints, but damn it, he wanted to worship the man. He wanted to play with those pretty little barbells down the line of his cock. A beautiful, lovely Jacob’s ladder that Brent wanted to kiss and lick and tease. There was also the prince albert piercing that made Brent’s insides clench and a moan leave his lips just imaging it.
"I want it." Brent breathed. "God, I want it down my fucking throat." Brent pulled his hand away from his cock to spit into his hand again. The second time he gripped his cock he began jerking it furiously, squeezing and tugging it as he imagined himself on his knees, Sergei’s cock before his very eyes. He’d only seen it a few times and he was ashamed that his eyesight wasn’t as good as an S Classes. Otherwise he would have been able to see everything in great detail.
This time he imagined Sergei sinking his hands into his hair, his cock before him. Aching, bouncing, begging for Brent to suck it. Brent would kiss it, licking the piercings first. He’d watch Sergei’s face, all flushed and twisted with desire. God, the man was so damn hot when he was turned on. His pale skin was the perfect canvas for that red blush that would sneak all the way to his ears. When he bit down on his lips because he was feeling things a little too hard?
Brent wished he had both hands so that he could twist his pierced nipples, plucking and teasing them as he took the man all the way to the back of his throat. He’d done it once, heard the whimper that had left Sergei’s lips and Brent was addicted to the sound. He was chasing it still, wanting to hear him beg for Brent to let him go.
Brent never did, of course, letting the man fuck his throat until he came. It had been so damn hot and Brent had been unable to keep his hands to himself. It was a good thing that Sergei was stronger than him.
Otherwise, Brent would have the man pinned and doing whatever Brent wanted him to do.
"Oh fuck." Brent moaned, his voice loud, his head foggy from pleasure as he kept thinking about Sergei, kept thinking about how sweet and pretty and handsome he was. How much he wanted his cock, how much he wanted to touch and shape him. Brent was close again, his teeth gritted as he felt his body begin to swell again.
His orgasm was on the tip of his tongue, his moans painting the air as he continued to stroke himself until he heard something in the distance. Something in the back of his mind heard it, recognised the sound as the door opening, but he didn’t register it completely.
He was almost done, his balls drawing up, his body ready, and then the temperature in the room dropped 5 degrees.
Brent’s dazed gaze moved towards the door, something telling him that he had to be careful, something deadly was coming towards him as the door slammed against the wall just as his cock began to spurt cum into the toilet.
A flushed and very angry Sergei stood in the doorway of the bathroom, scanning the area with wild, glowing eyes while Brent shot his load into the toilet.
Brent blinked, his mind still hazy from the orgasm but as soon as clarity came back, he felt himself pale of all colour. Sergei was back? So soon? That wasn’t good, and how the hell was Brent supposed to explain this? Explain what he was doing?
He was so fucking embarrassed that he had to sneak away and do this, but Sergei...Sergei seemed really, really angry.
Brent coughed, his face going red as he quietly closed the toilet seat and flushed the toilet. There was very little he could do to regain any dignity. His pants were down around his ankles, Sergei had caught him just as he was orgasming while thinking about him and moaning about the man shoving his pierced cock down his throat.
"O-Oh. Hi." Brent said lamely, while Sergei’s chest rose and fell like he was in the middle of a battle.
"What are you doing, Brent?" Sergei’s voice had an edge to it that Brent felt he hadn’t heard in a long time. Brent felt a shiver run down his spine as more of the haze left his mind. That was when Brent picked up on the temperature dip, the tension in the air and the lack of drinks in Sergei’s hands.
"Where are the drinks?" Brent asked, confused and Sergei exhaled sharply.
"That doesn’t matter right now. What. Are. You. Doing?" Brent had never seen Sergei this much on edge before. It was...shocking, honestly. Brent carefully reached for his pants, pulling them up slowly.
"I uh, thought that was pretty obvious." Brent said sheepishly but Sergei didn’t flinch.
"Explain it to me like I’m a child." Sergei ground out and Brent blushed.
"Well, I was uh, jerking off?" Brent said carefully.
"Why?" Sergei asked and Brent blinked. Why? Wasn’t that pretty obvious?
"Why was I jerking off?" Brent repeated and Sergei’s expression grew sharper, harsher.
"Yes. Why were you jerking off, Brent?" He was being weirdly hostile and Brent had no idea why he would be.
"Well, you want to take it slow and I don’t want to bother you with this, so..." Brent trailed off and watched as something overcame Sergei.
"So you’re always like this?" Sergei asked, making a vague gesture towards Brent. A shiver of warning ran down Brent’s spine and he felt his own embarrassment cool.
"Sergei, you should stop that line of thought before you say something you can’t take back." Brent warned and watched as the S Classes’ eyes flashed. His nostrils flared, his body twitching but he turned his face away. His hand came up and Brent realised it was shaking as he pressed it against his eyes.
"Sorry. I’m sorry. I was just...very, very shocked hearing those noises from your room while I was gone." Sergei whispered and Brent was aware of himself enough to realise what Sergei might have thought. His chest ached.
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