You said as long as we are careful enough

The first time Sebastian wears a suit to a Marvel press conference, Chris seems to have a sudden crush on him.He patted Sebastian on the shoulder and murmured teasingly, "That's right, but put on a tie next time, kid."

kid? !This guy is only two years older.

He didn't know how he had somehow added that tie to his suit after two nights.When he met Chris on the red carpet, his hand suddenly became very hot and pressed against the back of his neck. "Look?" he said, with joy in his voice, leaning close to Sebastian, so close that he heard it over the din of people shouting and camera shutters: "You look beautiful."

Sebastian's spine feels strangely prickly as Chris walks away.It made him feel like he had missed a step or two when going down the stairs.

When they were in Paris, he bought another suit.

He wears it to the next red carpet show, and when Chris sees him, he laughs and pulls him into a hug. "Very shrewd," he says, running his hand along Sebastian's chest in a way that seems too conspicuous.

Sebastian's mouth goes dry.He smiles, a smile he knows looks too shaken, because Chris winks at him, then walks away to hug Scarlett who has come up behind him.

By the time this situation appeared in the interview, a certain pattern had already formed.

As long as Sebastian knows Chris will be there, he can't bear to just grab a suit from his closet and wear it, and he cares about his appearance like never before.He put on a solid black suit and spent an hour in front of the mirror getting his hair done.

Chris was alone in the background, and Sebastian stepped forward. Chris smiled smugly when he saw him, unlike those red carpet meetings.more personal. "Look at you," Chris says, with a sort of pride, and Sebastian feels that strange drop in his stomach again. "Turn around and let me take a good look."

The hairs on Sebastian's neck stood on end, he turned around immediately, and Chris chuckled, "Very good."

Sebastian opened his mouth to say something, but Chris' sudden hand on his face made him stutter. "I—" Sebastian tried to say, but lost any coherent thoughts at all.

"Next time you'll want to shave clean."

Sebastian felt himself nodding without thinking of an answer. "OK."

Chris grinned, almost a wolf laugh, and dropped his hand to smooth Sebastian's tie. "Okay (good)," he says, brushing his thumb against Sebastian's throat. Sebastian swallows against the soft pressure on his Adam's apple.

"Okay." He repeated softly. Chris' hand was moving, and suddenly the rounded nails scratched Sebastian's neck.The feel of his cock twitching in his pants made him pale, but Chris was smiling at him.The smile seemed too warm, too sincere for the occasion.

"Be careful, kid."

He wasn't asked too many questions, for which he was really grateful.At one point, Chris bravely pats Anthony on the leg while telling some funny story about them and Anthony, and for a split second Sebastian hears a blank noise in his own head.

He didn't see Chris again until the next time they were interviewed together.He and Anthony were put together to answer questions, and Anthony laughed when Sebastian walked into the room. "I guess Chris talked to you about dressing nicely?"

For some odd reason, he always knew the right question to make Sebastian blush. "I didn't realize that what I wore to those occasions had such an impact on everyone," he quipped.

Anthony chuckled. "Not all of them," he says in a singing voice, and Sebastian refrains from licking his lips.Then Anthony smirked at him. "You look pretty, though, kid."

Why does everyone call him kid?

After the interview, he followed Anthony out and into the dressing room. "Chris will want to see you first," Anthony said, without looking at him, letting go of the leader and reaching for his own. Sebastian wonders how much he knows about it, but doesn't ask.He turned to Chris.

He found him in his own dressing room, lying on the couch, flipping through a magazine.Hearing Sebastian open the door, he looked up and grinned a bit. "Very good, is this another new suit?"

Sebastian nods.This one wasn't as good as my other ones, but this interview should have been more casual. Chris watched him for a moment, then motioned him over, nodded, and put down the magazine. "come over."

After a moment of hesitation, Sebastian stopped in front of Chris' sofa. Chris sits up a little, holding out a hand.He doesn't say anything, but Sebastian knows what he wants and he leans down so Chris can touch his face.

The day after Chris finished evaluating his shave, he went out to buy a new razor and spent three times as long shaving.He's embarrassed to tell Chris so much, so he doesn't.Needless to say.Chris was smiling anyway.As if he could see it.

"Good boy."

Sebastian's mouth is half open.A strong burning sensation rushed up his spine, and he shivered. Chris smiled smugly. "Are you alright?" Sebastian nodded, his head feeling a little floating. Chris smiled. "All black, blue tie."

This isn't what Sebastian is wearing right now, and he narrows his eyes. Chris doesn't break eye contact, but doesn't say anything more either.Moments later, cognition connects.He's telling him what to wear next time.

A shudder runs down Sebastian's back.His breathing became too shallow. "Okay." He winces at his own voice, panting and rough, but Chris just smiles at him.

"Good," he says, and Sebastian trembles in anticipation of him saying the word again, but Chris just drops his hand, thumb brushing Sebastian's bottom lip on purpose as he pulls his hand away from his face to retrieve the magazine.

"you can go now.

Sebastian didn't hesitate as he left.He ducked into his dressing room and rushed straight into the bathroom.He's only half-hard, but it doesn't take long before he's shaking and panting.He felt obscene and obscene about it.But when he comes, he hears Chris' voice in his head.Good boy.

Inexplicably, steadfastly wearing what Chris wants him to wear.The fabric whispered against his skin in a way no other suit could.He gets through the interview impatiently, running through questions in his head, and he speaks too quickly.He was nervous, and he was pretty sure everyone who looked at him could tell.

Chris looked at it calmly for a long time, then used a 'much taller than him' joke as an excuse to squeeze Sebastian's neck affectionately. Sebastian hears himself laughing with the others, but all he can feel is the relief of a quick calm.

Chris keeps his hand there for a moment longer, then moves away, continuing his conversation.When he pulled his hand back, Sebastian's mind cleared.

On their way back to the dressing room, Chris whispers to him, "You need to calm down."

"I know, I'm sorry."

Chris glanced down the hallway briefly, then put a hand on Sebastian's lower back, guiding him into the room. "It's my fault," he said softly, and Sebastian grimaced, "I shouldn't have let you walk out all excited."

"Ok?"

Chris smiled and pressed him against the door.Inexplicably, being held like this was like a knot in his stomach had come loose. "Chris," he says, his voice breaking as Chris runs his knuckles over the curve of his throat. "What-what's going on here?"

"You need someone to take care of you," Chris told him directly.The timbre of his voice made Sebastian nod in agreement without even thinking about it. A smile flashed across Chris' face as he let go of Sebastian's tie. "If you'd prefer Anthony to do it, he said he would. But we both agreed I might be a better fit because I don't have a girlfriend to explain."

Swallowing hard, feeling Chris' hand wander downstream. "A-Anthony wants to do this?"

Chris giggled. "A lot of people want to do this." His hand rests on Sebastian's belt. "And you?"

While Sebastian has only been open about having women, he doesn't consider his sexuality to be a big secret.He'd messed around a bit in high school, had a few boyfriends in college, and messed around with Chris Egan a few times in between tapings, but he had a feeling that wasn't what Chris was asking.His lips felt numb and he stuck out his tongue to lick them wet.

Chris waits patiently for an answer, fingers casually resting on the edge of Sebastian's belt.He can say 'no' and know Chris will accept that as an answer.He could push Chris away and know he'd just walk away.But he didn't.

"What should I wear tomorrow?" he asked.His voice trembled, but he met Chris's gaze steadily.

Chris smiles. "I like that gray suit you bought in Paris," he said, pulling the belt from his trousers. "Black tie. Get up early so you can see me before we continue."

"Yes, sir." Sebastian blurted out before he could stop it, and Chris raised his eyebrows.

"Good boy," he replies, and Sebastian's whole body shudders in response. One of Chris' hands slipped into Sebastian's pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers.He stroked him slowly and firmly with his hands, feeling that it shouldn't be that good.

Chris rubs his thumb over the top, and Sebastian closes his eyes tremblingly.He leaned his head against the door and murmured. "Look at me," Chris said quietly, and Sebastian blinked his eyes open.

"Traffic light rules. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, understand?" Sebastian nodded. "Fine. Don't be afraid to speak up whenever you need me." Sebastian's stomach suddenly sank and his head felt a little dizzy.He has a hand on Chris' shoulder.

Chris continues like it's a normal conversation, his hand on Sebastian's dick gifted too. "Do what I say and you will be rewarded. Disobey me and you will be punished. Never push your limits. Simple enough?"

"Y-yes, sir." Sebastian stammers helplessly, his legs catching up with Chris, who is pressing him even tighter. Chris holds his chin up with his other hand, forcing Sebastian to look at him.

"We don't want to dirty your nice suit," he says, his voice mockingly sweet, slipping his fingers into Sebastian's mouth, "so let me know when you're going to come." Sebastian nods, feeling dizzy.

Chris watches him for a moment, stroking his cheek thoughtfully with his thumb. "Do you want me to kiss you?" Sebastian is relieved that his skin is already blotchy because his face is on fire from the problem.There is something about this question that seems too personal.

Chris squeezes him. "answer me."

Sebastian nodded, feeling silly and desperate. "Yes, sir."

Chris smiled at him, but didn't move. "Be polite, Sebastian," he said softly.

Sebastian is too intoxicated to think it's demeaning at all. "Please." He gave in, and as it was, it wouldn't be long before he had to push him away. The hand on Chris' shoulder tried to pull him gently closer, hoping he wouldn't notice.

When Chris came up, it was slow, which Sebastian didn't expect.The hand on his chin cups his cheek, and apart from the appreciative pinch when Sebastian opens his mouth, the kiss is soft.

Chris slowed his hand to match the kiss, and Sebastian felt hot and dizzy.His other hand grabs Chris's hair and hugs him tightly, like he has to be pushed away within a second.

"I-I can't, I..."

He couldn't say those words, and Chris didn't ask for them.He kissed Sebastian quickly on the chin, then knelt down and took Sebastian in his mouth.

"F-fuck!" Sebastian's knees went limp, but one hand pressed his waist firmly against the door. Chris' mouth is warm silk wrapped around his cock, and he can barely breathe.He doesn't even have time to figure out the fact that Chris is on his knees before he comes.

After the end, Chris didn't withdraw immediately, but led Sebastian slowly through the aftertaste, making sure he had nothing left, and then sat up on his knees.The hand on Sebastian's waist relaxes a little, and Sebastian slides a little down the wall.

"Whoa, hi." Chris stopped the fall and held him upright as he stood up.Mouth curled up, he smoothed Sebastian's coat. "It's very gratifying. I haven't done it in over ten years."

Sebastian's brain goes off the rails at the thought of a teenage Chris giving a blowjob.Something told him he should answer that. "Uh," he tried to be witty.He swallowed, trying to shake himself awake.

"How are you feeling?" Chris asks too casually as he tucks Sebastian back into his pants. "Do you feel better?"

Sebastian looks at his lips, bright red and wet, before nodding for a moment.He leans in to kiss Chris again, but hesitates, gets real, and swallows again.He feels silly and wants a kiss, so he freezes inches from Chris' face, licking his lips, begging silently.

Smiling and sighing, Chris crosses the distance between them, and Sebastian melts into his own taste on Chris's lips, feels his face burn, and lets out a moan in the kiss. Chris pushed him away, and Sebastian complied easily, banging his head against the door, and he couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped his mouth.

"So you've never done this before?"

Sebastian's spine starts to tingle.He shook his head. "Hmm. I find that surprising," Chris mused. "You're very submissive." "My God," Sebastian muttered.

Chris smiled smugly at him. "do you feel better?"

Sebastian threw his head back.He is much better.keep a clear mind.With a center of gravity.There was no nervous energy chattering in his brain that he hadn't noticed before.How long had he needed this? "Yes." After a moment he said, "Thank-thank you."

Chris runs one hand through Sebastian's hair.The movement felt reassuring and comfortable, and Sebastian went to meet him.He heard a groan, and looked up to see Chris, whose expression was almost pity. "I should have found out," Chris said, sympathetically, without criticism. "You're pretty much hungry for this already."

Sebastian shudders, and Chris' mouth twitches. "Are you OK?"

"I… yeah." Sebastian stammers, and Chris smiles at him.

"Don't be afraid to talk to me about whatever you need, okay? That's what this thing is about."

Sebastian nods again, and Chris pats his neck tenderly. "Go and clean it up, we should get back to the hotel before dark."

Sebastian peeks awkwardly down the hallway, then walks to his dressing room, then looks back because he hears Chris laugh. "It's okay, Seb, you're safe." Chris pats Sebastian teasingly on the back as he teases him. "See you at the hotel, okay?"

Something throbbed in Sebastian's stomach with anticipation, because of the way he said it.Just like a promise. "Hurry up," Chris called after Sebastian as he closed the door behind him.

All right.So I'm not sure what this is.But whatever it is, it's great.It's been a while since he's had time to go out and find sex because of training, taping, and press conferences.that is it.no big deal.Thank goodness for him.

Many people want to do this.

Sebastian smoothed the goosebumps on the back of his neck and walked into his dressing room, ready to leave.

In the hotel, Sebastian just sat on the bed when Anthony knocked on the door, and when Sebastian opened the door, he was smiling smugly. "Come on, let's go eat together. I invite you."

Sebastian's neck was red. "Who is 'us'?"

For the first half of the meal, he realizes humiliatingly that he can't look Chris in the eye.Every time he looked at him, he remembered that his lips were wrapped around his cock.He's comfortable talking to Anthony, but he knows he's so obvious that Anthony can see it.At one point, he and Chris meet eye contact, and Anthony gets up to go to the bathroom.

Chris stands up like he's going somewhere too, but stops behind Sebastian as he crosses the room.He puts one hand on Sebastian's wrist and holds his neck with the other, and Sebastian leans back against that hand.

"It's okay." Chris's voice was right next to his ear, but he couldn't turn to look at him, staying perfectly still in this position for no reason.He wondered if anyone had noticed them doing this, or if it was natural enough that no one would notice. "Don't be ashamed of it. Relax."

He squeezes Sebastian's neck and lets go, and Sebastian lets his shoulders slump.He looks up into Chris' eyes: warm and unadulterated, almost exasperatingly innocent, and then Chris walks away from him to the bar on the other side of the restaurant.

He ordered drinks for the three of them, placing Anthony's in front of and behind his empty seat and Sebastian's in front of him. "You can drink," he said, patted his neck, and settled into his seat, and Sebastian had already started to drink before he realized how much it looked like he'd been waiting for permission.

Anthony looked over from Sebastian to Chris when he returned to the table, and grinned. "Okay (good)." He opened his mouth and said, not caring about the circumstances. Sebastian glanced at Chris, who was smiling shyly at the menu.

For the rest of the meal, Sebastian has calmed down enough that anyone talking to Chris can look him in the eye.All night, Anthony smiled smugly behind his glass.

When they got back to the hotel, Sebastian lingered in his room for a moment, made a half-decided decision, and showed up at Chris' door. When Chris opened the door, he was wearing a pair of rumpled drawstring pants and a tank top. "Hi," he said brightly, opening the door to let Sebastian in.

Sebastian hesitated. "Are you going to bed?"

Chris shakes his head. "Just want to be comfortable. Anything?"

He steps aside and further invites Sebastian in, and this time he accepts. "I just thought, uh." He didn't know what he wanted to do either. "...Thank you." Finally he sat down nervously, looking at his hands. "For, uh, today. And wanting to tell you I'm sorry for my earlier… erratic behavior."

Chris looks like he's trying to hold back a laugh as he runs his hand through Sebastian's hair. "That's supposed to help you, kid. If you're so anxious about it, we don't have to be."

"No!" The violence of the word startled them both, but Chris recovered quickly.

"Okay, okay," he said reassuringly, "You want to thank me and apologize. That's fine. Is there anything else you want?"

Sebastian swallowed hard, suddenly feeling that the skin was too tight for his body.The blood was roaring loudly in the ears, and the mouth was dry.He came here wanting more than that, but he didn't know exactly what to ask for.

"Sebastian," Chris says, snapping him back, "do you need me?"

Sebastian nods.

"Good boy." Chris said softly.As he said this, a sudden rush of heat rushed through Sebastian's body. "Kneel down for me."

It was as if his skin was shaking, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.Standing on the floor, Chris looked down at him. "Hands behind your back," Chris told him, as Sebastian clasped his wrist with one hand. Chris watches, smiles, and cups Sebastian's chin in his hand as before.

"As long as it's what you want, Sebastian. Anytime you want to stop, we'll stop."

Sebastian wants to joke so persistently, but he's so serious, all he can do is nod.It was reassuring to know that he cared so much. "Okay." Chris ran a hand through his hair. Sebastian slowly closes his eyes, but Chris pulls his hand away without saying anything.

Sebastian opens his eyes, and Chris is opening his pants. With Sebastian's heart pounding in his chest, Chris looks at him expectantly. "Can you accept this?"

Sebastian nodded, unable to trust his own voice.And that's all Chris needs to answer, and he pushes his pants back. Sebastian watched as Chris felt himself hard and opened his mouth.He hears Chris whisper "Oh my god!" excitement unfurling from his tailbone.

Chris purposely slides his cock slowly into Sebastian's mouth, and Sebastian isn't sure he's allowed to move yet, so he stays perfectly still.Once Chris has gotten in as much as he can, he takes a deep breath and nods, looking into Sebastian's face.

Sebastian moved while maintaining eye contact, opening his throat, sliding his mouth back and forth, swallowing hard.It's been a few years since he's done this, but he remembers the technique.The solid warmth, with the mouth stretched open, is mesmerizing.Although he loved being around women, too, he missed it.

Chris moaned, and Sebastian moved even faster, squirming his tongue back and then his lips, sucking on the tip and sliding forward. Chris runs his hand through Sebastian's hair, grabbing him tight enough to pull him closer, and Sebastian moans. Chris' hips jerk, weakly, so Sebastian relaxes his jaw.

"God," Chris said above him, his voice panting as he struggled to control the failing jerk of his hips, "you were born for this."

Sebastian shuddered.He was completely lost for a few seconds, and when he regained consciousness, Chris was still talking. "I wish you could see yourself," he said. "You're so beautiful." His voice is distant, like he doesn't even realize he's talking, but his eyes never leave Sebastian's for a moment.

"Good boy," Chris whispered, and Sebastian moaned.Feeling Chris's waist jerk forward suddenly, Sebastian's whole body meets him.His moan turns to a murmur, and he taps his head on Chris' cock, begging for him to move again. On cue, Chris buries his hands in Sebastian's hair, holding him in place.

"So?" Chris asks, thrusting it all the way into Sebastian's mouth. Sebastian can only moan and sigh against him, letting his mouth relax, swallowing as much of his cock as he can. "Oh my god—" Chris hisses, fucking into Sebastian's mouth.

Never been like this before, completely out of control.Every nerve in his body was on fire.Everything around him began to blur until all he could feel was the weight of his hands in his hair and the tip of his tongue.

His mind became a blissful blank.

The sense of time is pieced together little by little.He was dizzy.The body is heavy and the eyes seem to be out of focus. Chris was hugging him tightly.They're at eye level, but Sebastian isn't standing. Chris was kneeling in front of him, wiping the cum off his chin. Sebastian swallowed against the strong taste in his mouth, shivering. Chris was asking him something.

"Hi, can you hear me?" His voice is warm and he's smiling, and there's something light rolling in Sebastian's chest.He nodded, but he had long since forgotten what the question was. As if he could tell, Chris laughed affectionately. "Then, all right." He said softly, not convinced. "Come."

Chris helps him stagger to the bed and lays him down. "I'll be right back," he said as he headed to the bathroom, but Sebastian's hand clasped his wrist tightly.want to.He wondered if he had said it out loud.He doubts, but Chris smiles and nods as if he's saying it, and lies behind him, pulling him into his arms, brushing his hair with one hand.

He was suddenly icy cold, and then he burrowed into Chris's arms until Chris was all around him, grabbing the edge of the blanket, wrapping him and them both.He didn't say anything until Sebastian stopped shaking.

"Recovered?"

Sebastian swallowed again, closing his eyes slowly, feeling his fingers run through his hair. "Yes." He managed to answer the question long after it had been asked.He has a soft, raspy voice, and Chris giggles.

"how do you feel?"

With such an overloaded question, his current language control ability is still too weak.He rolls over until his face is rubbing against Chris' neck.He wanted to say he'd never felt this way in his life; wanted to say he hadn't even ejaculated yet somehow felt like he'd had an orgasm like he'd never felt before. "Okay," he finally mumbles into Chris's cotton shirt.

He doesn't know how long they've been lying like this with Chris' hands in his hair. "I'll clean it up for you. It's time for you to go to your room." Sebastian curled his fingers around Chris' shirt and muttered.

"Sebastian, look at me." His voice is too determined to ignore, and Sebastian lifts his face from Chris' shirt to meet his eyes.Following his lead is addictive. Sebastian's spine tingles, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself.He didn't want this to happen too quickly.He doesn't even know what Chris' limit is in this matter.He doesn't even know what his own limits are.

Chris must have noticed, because he brushed the hair from Sebastian's face with a smile. "Take it easy," he said, his tone cautious. "I have to clean you up before you go back to your room, right?"

Sebastian nodded, but hesitated when he sat up.He moved slowly, licking his lips, staring shamelessly at Chris's.Words were still stuck in his throat, but Chris seemed to understand and kissed him across the distance between them.

The kiss was different this time, with Chris holding the back of Sebastian's head firmly in one hand.Possessive and secure, Sebastian melted. Chris backed away, kissing Sebastian's cheek again. "Wait here."

Sebastian sat, waiting patiently for Chris to fetch a wet towel.

He helps him sit up, maintaining eye contact as he cleans Sebastian's face.After studying him for a moment, he took his elbow in one hand. "Hi," he said, his voice firm and affectionate: "Get back on your feet, Sebastian, it's okay."

Sebastian blinks at him confused. "What?"

Chris snorted fondly. "You still look a little slow to react."

Sebastian nods. "I am fine."

Chris smiled at him. "It was a bit too intense just now." He continued to say softly, "I didn't expect you to enter the state so quickly."

Sebastian frowned.After all, he has reached a certain limit. "I'm very sorry."

Chris shook his head immediately, still smiling. "No, no. It's...that's fine. Or, it's fine. As long as it feels good to you. Are you okay?" Sebastian nodded, and Chris smoothed the wrinkles in Sebastian's shirt. "Okay, that's good. You really need it, that's all. I just don't want you to sink too deep and come back. Take a few deep breaths for me, okay?"

Seba