4. Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Sebastian stumbled into the apartment later that afternoon, his greeting carrying down the hall followed by a thump and a muffled yelp.

"Are you all right?" Owen called, pausing momentarily from his slicing. The warm feeling that had flooded through him on hearing Sebastian's arrival was replaced by a brief frisson of worry.

"Sure," Sebastian answered. "Just hip-butted the hall console table."

Owen chuckled and resumed running the knife through the cheddar cheese. How many times had Sebastian knocked that same table? It was amazing he didn't have a permanent bruise on his hip.

A second later Sebastian bounced into the kitchen, his injury not slowing him down a bit. "Hey, sweetheart. I missed you today." Owen leaned back into his hold as Sebastian wrapped his arms around Owen's waist. Sebastian's lips were soft and warm as he stretched over Owen's shoulder and lightly kissed his cheek. He nuzzled into the side of Owen's neck, sending shivers down his spine, and enveloping him with the faint scent of salt and outdoors.

"I missed you, too." And Owen meant it. He'd spent a few lonely hours, just waiting for Sebastian to arrive home, his novel unable to hold his attention.

Sebastian tightened his hold. "It wasn't the same without you." His words tempered the joy Owen felt, another reminder he wasn't with Sebastian doing something they used to enjoy together.

"But you and Matt had a good time?" Owen straightened slightly and focused on finishing the cheese.

"Yeah. It was great out on the water. I really wish you'd been there."

"Next time."

"I hope so." Owen could hear the longing in Sebastian's voice but thankfully he let the subject drop. "What are you making?" Sebastian asked, although it was pretty obvious from the ingredients Owen had laid out on the granite bench. Mind you, with Sebastian's mouth pressed to Owen's neck, he obviously wasn't paying much attention to what Owen was doing on the benchtop in front of him.

"Nothing special. Just grilled cheese." Owen placed the thin slithers of cheddar on the slices of sourdough. "I thought you'd like something quick and simple when you got in. I can heat some soup, too, if you want some."

Sebastian's breath was warm against his cheek. "It's not soup I'm hungry for."

Owen couldn't keep the smile out of his words. "Just the toast then?"

"Owen." Sebastian's voice was low and rumbly, and another shiver coursed through Owen. He knew that brook-no-argument tone and heeded the warning—Owen gave up on the toasted sandwiches and turned in Sebastian's arms.

Sebastian immediately tilted his face and caught Owen in a blistering kiss, a clash of soft lips, and wet tongue, with a rasp of whiskers as Sebastian angled his mouth to possess Owen more fully.

That's what Owen liked about Sebastian, he knew what he wanted and he was no holds barred about making sure Owen knew it too. And if the sizzling kiss hadn't given an indication of Sebastian's passion, then the hardness pressed against his own growing erection was proof enough.

Sebastian groaned into Owen's mouth as he ground his hips into Owen, before finally pulling away to take a breath. His eyes were huge and dark as he stared at Owen for a moment.

"C'mon." Sebastian grabbed Owen's hand and started leading him from the kitchen in the direction of the hall. Sebastian looked back once he reached the doorway, and added as an afterthought, "You can leave all that, right?"

Owen glanced at the buttered pieces of bread, laden with cheese. "I can. What's the hurry?"

"I need a shower. I'm all salty."

"I know." Owen threaded his fingers into Sebastian's hair, pulling at the slightly damp strands. He slipped his palm behind Sebastian's head and pulled him in for another kiss, running his tongue along Sebastian's bottom lip. "I can taste it. I like it."

Sebastian pulled away slightly. "I'm salty all over, you know." He winked and ran his hands down his sides, giving his hips a bit of a shimmy. Owen raised a brow but didn't complain as Sebastian's motions brought their groins together. The friction was amazing as Sebastian thrust against him, sending a jolt of pleasure through Owen's body.

Sebastian leaned in for another kiss. "I like how you feel against me," he whispered, his breath warm against Owen's lips.

"Most people are exhausted after exercise but you're always horny."

"I'm not most people."

"No, you're not," Owen chuckled.

"Anyway, what are you complaining for? Don't you want to help me in the shower?" Sebastian waggled his brows.

"You just want an excuse to get your clothes off."

"I couldn't care less about getting my clothes off. It's your body I want to see naked." Sebastian wrapped Owen in his arms again, holding tight, and deepening the kiss as he pressed into him. Owen couldn't help the small, breathy moan that escaped. Sebastian's passion was contagious, and Owen melted into his touch.

They broke apart and Sebastian pulled him, dragging him toward the bathroom. He laughed as he walked backward, and the sheer happiness on Sebastian's face making Owen smile. God, he was lucky to have Sebastian in his life; he was always so full of joy and the simplest things made him happy. Sebastian deserved every moment of happiness, given how much joy he spread himself.

Sebastian got the water in the shower running, the steam billowing to fill the bathroom. Owen stood and admired while Sebastian made short work of stripping out of his clothes, dropping shorts and T-shirt to the floor, and kicking off his underwear. It was only when he was stark naked that he looked at Owen, the surprise was evident in his wide eyes. "What are you doing just standing there? C'mon. Strip." He didn't stop to wait to see if Owen would respond, instead stepping into the shower cubicle and immediately tilting his face into the flow of water.

Owen slowly undid the buttons of his shirt while he enjoyed the show Sebastian was unknowingly, or maybe purposely, putting on. Given the way he angled his body, Owen thought that perhaps he was attempting to tempt him—not that he needed any enticement. Owen never needed any encouragement.

Owen had always loved Sebastian's body. He admitted it was slightly shallow of him, but the lean, muscular physique was a total turn-on. Maybe it was because Sebastian's slim body was a contrast to Owen's larger, more solid frame. Whatever the reason, Sebastian pushed all his buttons, and in a very good way. By the time he took off his shorts and briefs, he had to manoeuvre them over his dick, which had fully hardened at the sight of his lover luxuriating under the spray.

He hurried to join Sebastian. The water was wonderfully hot, and he said a silent prayer of thanks for the double shower heads. Water sprayed from both sides of the tile and glass enclosure, ensuring both he and Sebastian stayed wet and warm. Sebastian turned as if sensing his presence. He flicked his head to clear the water from his face and smiled. "What took you so long?"

"Come here," Owen chuckled, and pulled Sebastian to him.

There was nothing better than kissing Sebastian, skin to skin, arms tightly wrapped around each other. They broke apart and Sebastian smiled at Owen, small droplets of water glistening on the edge of his eyelashes. Owen looked into Sebastian's chocolate-coloured eyes, lost in their depths. It was a feeling he was used to, and warmth spread through him. If the eyes really were the window to the soul, then he was looking straight at the most beautiful soul he'd ever seen.

Sebastian broke the moment, grinning then reaching around him for the bottle of shower gel. Owen moved to take it from him, but Sebastian waved him away.

"Nuh-uh." Sebastian squeezed the gel onto a sponge. When Owen reached for it, Sebastian chuckled and put it behind his back. They grappled for a moment, all slick bodies and laughter before Owen finally gave in.

"I thought you wanted me to help you shower, to wash off all that salt and sweat."

Sebastian raised a brow. "You thought that, did you? My evil plan worked then. I have successfully lured your gorgeous naked body into the shower."

"Gorgeous, huh?"

"You betcha." Sebastian brought the gel-laden sponge to Owen's chest and drew a circle over his left pectoral muscle. The sponge dragged across his nipple, causing Owen to suck in a breath, as sensation shot from the pebbled nub to his groin.

"You like that, do you, sweetheart?"

Owen opened his eyes to see Sebastian's smirk. "You know I do," he chuckled.

"I've never met someone with such sensitive nipples." Sebastian tweaked the other one with his free hand, forcing a groan from Owen's lips.

The sound reverberated in the shower stall, low and echoing, the first of many, as Sebastian proceeded to show Owen just how well he knew all the spots that made him a quivering mess of need.

Owen's groan sent a shiver through Sebastian's body. He loved how Owen melted at his touch, the growl deep in his throat as if he couldn't hold back his desire. Sebastian brushed the sponge across Owen's nipple again, just to hear the moan and feel him tremble. Then he placed a hand behind Owen's neck and drew him in for a kiss, swallowing the sounds. He could do this all day—touching and kissing and worshipping him.

Arousal pooled in his belly and his cock hardened from the semi he'd been sporting since he'd first embraced Owen in the kitchen. He never failed to be aroused by Owen and his desire had only deepened with time. When they'd first met, he'd been turned on by Owen's passion for life and his adventurous spirit, balanced by his calm and stability. He'd been the very epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with his strong body, all hard muscles and broad shoulders. Now at forty-three, he had a few more wrinkles when he smiled, and grey hair at his temples, but he wore the sexy silver fox look so well. Sebastian smiled at the thought.

Owen pulled back from the kiss, placing his hands on Sebastian's hips and holding him steady. "What are you grinning about?"

Sebastian used the opportunity to lather up the sponge. "Just thinking how hot Matt thinks you are."

Owen chuckled. "Really? Well, that's something to consider."

"Nuh-uh." Sebastian shook his head, water droplets spraying. "Don't you even think about it. I'm the lucky one to have you and I'm not sharing."

"Spoilsport," Owen said with a wink then brought their mouths together again.

As Owen's tongue licked across his bottom lip, Sebastian opened his mouth. Their tongues touched and slid against one another. Owen's erection was hard between them, and Sebastian couldn't help but roll his hips, pressing them together in a way that caused Owen's breath to hitch.

"You like that, sweetheart?" he whispered against Owen's lips.

"God," he murmured. "Do it again."

Owen groaned as Sebastian provided more friction, his head falling back. Sebastian maneuvered him backwards, out of spray until his back was against the wall. "Sorry," he said at Owen's flinch. The tile would be cold, but he'd make it worth it. He kissed along Owen's jaw, down his throat, and along the muscle to his shoulder, while his hands roamed Owen's slick skin, the sponge making a trail of bubbles. He placed a kiss on his shoulder—the shoulder that caused Owen so much grief but didn't dwell. He worked his way lower, burrowing his face against Owen's chest. He loved the dusting of hair across the pectoral muscles, dark but now sprinkled with silver, that turned into a sexy trail directing him even lower. He ran a palm down Owen's stomach, feeling the abs clench at his touch, Owen's usual response as he was ticklish. But he didn't stop, instead continuing until he reached Owen's cock. He didn't hesitate, just wrapped a hand firmly around the hard length, at the same time sucking his nipple. As he'd known would happen, Owen shouted at the double onslaught, legs almost buckling. He pulled a few times, stroking Owen's cock, then gave himself over to what he really wanted.

Sebastian dropped to his knees.

He wasn't a massive fan of shower sex, but he also didn't want to wait for the time it would take for them to get dry and make it to the bedroom. Plus, he knew Owen's body well enough to know it wouldn't take long for him to come. And Owen's orgasm was his goal.

Water pounded and steam swirled as he directed Owen's cock to his mouth and opened wide. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the weight on his tongue, relaxing until it hit the back of his throat. He swallowed, rewarded by Owen's groan.

"Bloody hell, babe. That's it."

Owen placed a hand on either side of his head, holding him there briefly before pulling back. Sebastian, mouth full of cock, opened his eyes and looked up. Owen's gaze was fixed on him, no doubt watching his cock disappear in and out of Sebastian's mouth as he set up a steady rhythm. Sebastian gripped his own cock and matched the pace Owen set. He pushed his tongue hard against the smooth skin, applying suction when Owen withdrew, over and over until Owen was a trembling mess. He could tell when Owen got close, his own orgasm hovering on the precipice. On the next thrust, he burrowed his nose into Owen's skin, opening his throat, while rolling Owen's balls with one hand, and stroking himself fast with the other. Owen exploded in his mouth, sending Sebastian over the edge. He came, with one powerful shot after another, as Owen filled his mouth with his familiar taste. Finally, once they were both spent, Owen slipped from his mouth.

Sebastian tilted his head back and met his eyes.

Owen's lips lifted in a sexy smile as he placed a palm on Sebastian's cheek. "Oh my God, babe. I love your mouth."

Sebastian smiled in return, totally satiated, and unable to form words in his post-sex stupor.

Owen bent and picked up the sponge from where it had fallen to the floor, at the same time drawing Sebastian to his feet. He turned them slightly, so the warm water streamed down Sebastian's back, then drew him into a kiss. He lost himself in the sensations of the languid kiss and the feel of the sponge working its way over his body. Owen took his time, washing every part of him before turning off the water and stepping from the cubicle. He held out his hand, and Sebastian took it, allowing himself to be guided to the bathmat where Owen proceeded to wrap a fluffy towel around his shoulders. He stopped briefly to wrap a towel around his own waist, before turning his focus back to Sebastian and drying him. His touch was tender, his attention complete.

It was moments like this that reinforced just how perfect Owen was for him in every way. His very own silver fox.