Sebastian yanked irritably at his earlobe and resisted the urge to stick a finger in his ear. So far, neither had done much to relieve the feeling that someone was stabbing an ice pick through his eardrum into his brain. “You’re sure it’s just an infection?”
The doctor, who’d diagnosed Sebastian within minutes, was now busy typing up a prescription. “Any reason it wouldn’t be?” he asked without looking up from his computer.
“Well,” Sebastian said, “for starters, I’m not three years old.”
“Ear infections can occur at any age.” The doctor tabbed back to his notes. “When did you say the pain started?”
“Sunday morning.”
“Did you perhaps go swimming on Saturday?”
Baffled, Sebastian said, “No.”
“That’s a common cause,” the doctor explained. “Excess moisture in the ear irritates the skin and encourages bacterial growth. Usually that’s water from swimming.” After a moment’s thought, he added, “I suppose sweat could do it, too.”
Sebastian quickly schooled his expression. “… Ah.”
Sebastian’s Saturday night had effectively started with him naked on his knees at the foot of his own bed, hands held behind his back because Jay had ordered him to keep them there.
The whole scene was mostly Sebastian’s idea; Jay’s main addition to the fantasy was a cushion, so Sebastian didn’t have to kneel on the hardwood floor. Sebastian steadfastly ignored the implied commentary on his age—especially once Jay sat on the bed, legs spread to either side of where Sebastian knelt.
Mouth falling open on a soft sigh, Sebastian pressed his lips to the inside of Jay’s knee. Jay’s skin was warm and sweating lightly in the summer heat, and soon Sebastian was dragging quick, hungry kisses along the insides of his thighs, up toward his core.
“That’s it.” Jay dragged his nails up the back of Sebastian’s scalp, pulling gently at his hair. “Come on.”
Sebastian didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
There’d been a learning curve to this at first, but Sebastian did love a challenge. He’d found a deep satisfaction in hearing Jay moan, in feeling him writhe and shiver and clutch tightly at Sebastian’s hair, rolling his hips into the movements of Sebastian’s mouth. But some nights it took ages of effort for Jay to come, and this was shaping up to be one of those nights.
Without his hands to balance himself, holding position between Jay’s thighs was proving a considerable strain; perspiration trickled down Sebastian’s temples, dripping off his hair, and his jaw began to ache. His own arousal had progressed from a warm glow to dull agony, but still he kept his hands dutifully behind his back, the fingers of one hand wrapped tight around his other wrist.
Jay’s voice took on a ragged, desperate edge; he panted with every breath, grinding frantically against Sebastian’s face. The world outside faded into insignificance as Sebastian focused entirely on the task at hand. Nothing mattered except making Jay come.
And then, finally, Jay’s breath hitched and shuddered out of him in a harsh moan. His twitching, sweat-slick thighs clamped tight around Sebastian’s ears, holding him close as he fell back against the bed, panting and shivering.
As Jay’s legs relaxed around him, loosening their grip, Sebastian nuzzled into Jay’s thigh and mouthed mindlessly at his skin.
Jay stirred, dragging himself upright. “Fuck,” he groaned, still catching his breath. His gaze wandered eagerly over Sebastian’s body, licking his lips as he took in the sight of him hard and aching, hands still held obediently behind his back. “Christ, you’re incredible.”
Sebastian exhaled a moan into Jay’s thigh—which turned into a whine as he was pushed back to sit on his heels, separating him from the warmth of Jay’s body.
“Give me your hands,” Jay said softly.
Sebastian’s fingers were slow to unwrap from around his wrist; they’d gone stiff after staying clenched in the same position for so long. His shoulders twinged in protest as he brought his arms forward, and Jay wrapped his own hands carefully around Sebastian’s. He massaged his palms for a moment, straightening his cramped fingers, and Sebastian’s next breath came out on a soft groan.
Lifting Sebastian’s hands to his mouth, Jay wrapped his lips around the first two fingers of his right hand, tongue dragging along their length as if sucking him off. The sensation of it shocked through Sebastian so powerfully that for a moment he thought he’d come just from that.
Jay grinned around the fingers in his mouth and slowly withdrew them. “Come here,” he said, tugging at Sebastian’s arms to coax him up onto the bed.
Sebastian laid back as Jay moved over him. He’d passed into that soft, floating place he knew well by now, where everything was out of his control and all he had to do was feel. The ache of his arousal was a distant, unimportant thing—at least until Jay stroked a hand down Sebastian’s belly, curling it carefully but firmly around his cock. Sebastian sobbed out a wordless, relieved noise; he was, by now, so sensitive that Jay’s touch almost hurt.
Then Jay bent to take Sebastian into his mouth, and Sebastian came with a breathless gasp.
For a few seconds he had no awareness of anything but his own pulse, pounding in his ears. He sank bonelessly into the bed, feeling it shift as Jay laid down next to him. A hand cupped his face, and Sebastian turned to press his mouth to Jay’s in a slow, exhausted kiss.
Pulling back just a little, bumping Sebastian’s nose with his own, Jay asked, “Good?”
There was a hint of uncertainty trembling beneath that one word.
Sebastian nodded and managed to roll into the warmth of Jay’s body, pulling him close. “Perfect,” he said, weary and grateful. “You were perfect.”
Jay’s nervous tension melted away as he burrowed into Sebastian’s chest, humming with contentment.
The next morning, Sebastian woke with a sharp, throbbing ache in his ear.
Jay’s reaction to the report from the doctor’s office was about what Sebastian expected: he was doubled over in Sebastian’s kitchen, incapacitated with laughter.
“It’s not that funny,” Sebastian muttered, admittedly without much conviction.
Jay managed to stop laughing long enough to breathe, bracing himself against the kitchen island. “So did you tell him you got all sweaty from …” he lifted a hand to his mouth, spread two fingers, and licked between them.
Sebastian sighed. “I figured that bit was need-to-know.” After a moment, he added, “Anyway, joke’s on you—I can’t do anything to aggravate the infection until it clears up, so you’re not getting sucked off for at least the next week.”
Jay’s indignant noise of protest almost made the whole debacle worth it.
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