Sebastian curled into a fetal position, trying to protect his head as kicks rained down on him from all directions. “What a pansy,” said a man above him before kicking him hard in the stomach. A blow to his temple made him stumble and fall, his vision swimming and his eyes moistening from the blinding pain. They attacked him the moment Sebastian entered the changing room. He stood there for a while, trying to get a grip on his body and make sense of what the hell he was doing.Ī muffled scream broke the air and made his blood freeze. It failed to make him feel better-or less confused. Vlad exhaled through his teeth, turned, and punched the wall. Go find some poor woman to fuck and be miserable with-and keep your bloody hands off me.” Huffing, Sebastian strode away, quickly disappearing around the corner. I’m done being fucked over by ‘straight’ assholes who can’t keep their cocks out of my mouth. I’m not dealing with that bullshit again. “You know what? Don’t answer that-it doesn’t matter, I don’t care. “What happened to ‘I’m not a faggot’?” He shook his head. “What the hell are you playing at?” Sebastian all but hissed, looking beyond furious. They stared at each other, both out of breath and flushed. Sebastian let out a small whine before freezing and shoving him away. “You’re so beautiful,” he heard himself mutter, kissing those lips again and again.

The force of that need was beyond anything he’d ever felt-he was fucking shaking with it-and he was helpless to stop himself as he surged forward to suck on that luscious lip. “Let go,” he said again, his bottom lip trembling. Sebastian moistened them with the tip of his tongue. The stylist had put something on them and they looked even redder than usual, a stark contrast to Sebastian’s pale skin. Vlad looked down at Sebastian’s parted lips. “Let go,” Sebastian said again, something like desperation crossing his face. Sebastian swallowed and whispered, “Let go.” An image of himself grabbing Sebastian’s wrists and shoving him against the restroom door flashed through Vlad’s mind. They both went still at the contact, Vlad’s fingers gripping Sebastian’s wrist in a way that was reminiscent of what had happened last night.

Oh my God, this is adorable!” He lifted a hand and patted Vlad on the cheek again, amusement all over his face. You’re actually offended to be compared to him.

“Do I look like that petty, childish jackass clinging to his glory days in secondary school?”

Just a Bit Wicked by Alessandra Hazard