4. Sebastian

CHAPTER 4

SEBASTIAN

It took all of Sebastian's restraint not to pounce on Charlie the moment the door of his hotel suite closed. When his sister had suggested he go out and get laid, he didn't think it would happen, and the last thing he expected was for this wonderful young man to literally run straight into him. After Henry, a fifteen-year age gap should bother him, but from the couple of hours they'd spent together, he knew Charlie was more mature than his years. He was younger than Henry by a couple of years, but the maturity difference was decades. Charlie hadn't shared why he came across as older than he was. Sebastian guessed he'd been forced to grow up quickly, but tonight wasn't the time to get into all that. They lived thousands of miles apart. This was going to be a one-off, and he was going to make the most of it.

"Jesus, how much does this place cost a night?" asked Charlie, looking round the suite in awe.

It was a great hotel which catered to a wealthier clientele, but Sebastian stayed here because it was a five-minute walk from his office in Mayfair and was a sizeable space for him to relax after a busy day. He was a big guy and liked space. He also liked to pace around whilst he thought things through. It was probably why he could smash ten thousand steps a day without even trying. He didn't want to come across as though this was nothing, but it was. Sebastian had more money than he'd ever need, but he'd worked hard for it and he knew what it was like to have nothing. He wasn't sure of Charlie's personal circumstances and didn't want to make assumptions. The fact he lived in Soho meant he wasn't poor, but he was sharing with four other guys who sounded amazing. Sebastian craved a friendship group like that. On social media, he saw gay guys he'd been to school with hanging out in large groups, going to festivals and on holiday together. Sebastian had never had that. He had friends, and they'd all met at his birthday or some other celebration and got on well, but the common denominator was Sebastian. The only exception was a group of single gay friends in New York, although they were mostly ten years younger, so he felt like an outsider, but that was on him; they'd done everything to make him feel welcome.

"Not sure. Work pays for it," he said, keeping it vague.

"I'm lucky if work will cover a Travelodge when I go away. Usually you have to pay for it yourself."

Sebastian's protective instincts flared. He hated companies that took advantage of their staff, especially with people as sweet as Charlie.

"Why would you have to pay for yourself on a business trip?" Sebastian asked, unable to stop himself.

"My trips are all in the UK, so it's just expected that you'll go up and back on the same day, but sometimes you have meetings at eight o'clock, so it's just easier to be there the night before. I'd rather pay than get up at four o'clock." He laughed, looking embarrassed.

That was bullshit. He hated those types of companies. They were rife in the US, and he'd seen the impact himself. Steele Property Holdings had made a few acquisitions which involved inheriting existing staff. It was a shock to them that their employer now regarded them as human beings, and not personal property. The toxic culture had been so embedded in their mindset, some of them had to leave as they couldn't handle people being nice. They were constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing Sebastian and Bex did could convince them they were genuine about how they treated their staff. Now it looked like sweet Charlie was putting up with the same toxic crap.

He needed to get his brain back in hookup mode. He advanced on Charlie, pulling him into a kiss. He ran his hands through Charlie's soft brown hair, which was stylishly messy. Charlie had an athletic build, but he didn't have Sebastian's width, so it was easy for Sebastian to get his hands round him and grab on to his arse, making his intentions clear. He was aching to get inside him, but he didn't want to rush. They had all night, and Sebastian wanted to enjoy every inch of him.

Charlie moaned into his mouth and ground up against Sebastian's leg. Thinking of inches, Jason wasn't kidding. Charlie was huge, from what he could feel. Sebastian was hardly small, but it was a bit intimidating. Damn that male ego. Whatever your sexuality, dick size mattered. It was annoyingly cliché.

Sebastian reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled Charlie to the bedroom. He knew he would not last long once they were both naked, so they may as well get down to it and, hopefully, Charlie would be down for another round.

They started kissing again, tongues plundering. Sebastian's hands couldn't keep off Charlie's arse, which was muscular and firm. He either did a lot of squats or was a cyclist. Either way, he was going to enjoy playing with it. Charlie started opening the buttons on Sebastian's shirt quickly before pulling it open.

"Fuck, I knew you'd be ripped."

Sebastian felt a ripple of pride as Charlie ran his hands over the clipped hair on his chest and abs, caressing them. He'd worked hard on his body and appreciated the compliment. It wasn't easy with his workload, but it was probably his only hobby. God, that was pathetic. Was that all he had in his life – work and the gym? Well, he had his sister and nieces, but was there really anything else? When did his life become so sad, and why the hell was he thinking about this now when he had this hot guy in front of him?

His shirt came all the way off, and Charlie pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing the athletic build Sebastian had suspected. He wasn't ripped, but he was lean and firm. There was a shiver when Sebastian's hands ghosted over Charlie's nipples. Before he could do anything more about it, Charlie dropped to his knees and made fast work of opening Sebastian's pants and pulling his cock out. It looked like Charlie wasn't big on foreplay, but before Sebastian could suggest they slow down, he'd been swallowed to the hilt.

He involuntarily bucked into Charlie's warm mouth, who groaned an encouraging approval. Those warm brown eyes looking up at him filled with lust. He was so fucking hot. Sebastian lost himself in the moment as he fucked Charlie's mouth, sliding his thick cock in and out, his mouth all stretched. Charlie's throat kept contracting around the tip of Sebastian's cock, and his tongue was doing some form of magic as it swirled around the head each time he glided his cock out.

"Fuck, Charlie, you're so good at this."

Charlie purred with the compliment, actually purred. The vibrations in his throat were challenging Sebastian's willpower to not have already come down Charlie's throat. He needed to pull back, before his resolve broke, but Charlie had a vice-like grip on Sebastian's thighs. The guy was on a mission and lost in lust as his mouth coaxed Sebastian to the finish. Gently pulling back wasn't an option. He needed to be decisive.

"I'm not going to be able to fuck you if you don't stop."

Charlie pulled back, giving Sebastian's cock a few more licks before he stood up with a wicked smile on his face. He had his trousers off in a nanosecond. It was hot how turned on he was, clearly eager for a pounding. Sebastian's jaw almost dropped when he saw Charlie in all his glory. He had to be nine inches, and not the Grindr version of nine inches, but very real. Sebastian was almost tempted to give bottoming a go, but he hadn't done it for ten years... and there was Brandon in his head again. Why was he thinking about him at a time like this? He shook himself out of his brain spiral, not wanting to go back to that dark place.

Sebastian had little time to think as Charlie was now on the bed on all fours, pulling his cheeks apart, showing his gorgeous, smooth hole. Sebastian was tempted to dive right in, as there was nothing he loved more than hearing a guy moan as he ate him out, but something was clearly wrong. This wasn't the same sweet and kind guy he'd spent the evening talking to in the bar. It was like he'd turned into someone else the moment they'd got back to the hotel. It almost felt mechanical, as if Charlie was putting on a performance. He knew what he was doing. There was no question about it, and most guys would just take what Charlie was offering, but that wasn't Sebastian. He wanted nothing more than to slide into that tight, warm hole, but he wouldn't be doing it unless they were both into it. They needed to slow things down so Sebastian could get a read on what was going on.

"Charlie, look at me."

He turned his head, still on his knees, cheeks spread. Sebastian had to look away. His cock felt like it was magnetised and an uncontrollable force was pulling him towards Charlie's inviting hole. Sebastian asked what was wrong.

"I thought you said you wanted to fuck me. Sorry, is that not what you meant?"

Charlie moved onto his back, looking a little crestfallen, and Sebastian hated that. He didn't want Charlie to doubt himself. He'd picked up on a lot of insecurities earlier, but with sex, it was clear this was Charlie's comfort zone and he took what he wanted. Perhaps that was why he seemed like a different person. But since they walked into the hotel suite, it was like Charlie was no longer there emotionally. Now, when it looked like Sebastian might reject him, which was not what was happening, the vulnerability was back.

Sebastian wasn't sure why someone like Charlie had dropped into his life at this moment, or if his sister had just got in his head about him being lonely, but something was telling him this night was important.