You said as long as we are careful enough

endured alone.And don't think I'll forget.As long as I see your mother, those photo albums will be brought out. Sebastian blushes at the thought of Chris meeting his mother, but Chris doesn't say anything about it.

They chat about high school again, and Sebastian talks about college, which leads Chris to mention where his sister graduated.Family topics give them more to talk about. Chris loves his family and wants others to love them too. Sebastian smiles as Chris admits how much free time he spends at his mom's house instead of alone.

"I just can't see them anymore because of all the work." Chris shrugged. "As long as I can, I'd still like to be by their side."

Sebastian can understand this.He also wished he could live closer to his mother.Then Chris asked him some questions about her, and Sebastian continued.He keeps apologizing for gossip, but Chris doesn't seem a little bored.When Sebastian had nothing to say, it happened to be evening. Chris grabs his hand and pulls him to his feet. Sebastian instinctively looked around nervously, but there was no one around.

Seeing the look on Sebastian's face, Chris seemed to realize himself and let go of his hand as if burned, which immediately made Sebastian regret his reaction.He thought Chris would apologize so he could say something, but Chris seemed more willing to act as if nothing had happened. "Come on, let's go home. You promised me spaghetti."

As soon as they entered Chris' apartment, Sebastian threw himself on top of him.

"Does that mean the pasta has to wait?" Chris quipped, Sebastian sneered.

"To shut up."

Chris smirks and pushes him back into the kitchen.For a moment Sebastian thinks it's a cue that he's cooking dinner, but before he can say anything, Chris picks up his lap and lifts him onto the counter.

"Am I supposed to let you cum before we go out?"

"I—I'm not—" Chris looks at him, and Sebastian replies shyly, "Maybe."

Chris makes an obscene noise, thumbs caressing Sebastian's cheek. "Poor little thing," he said affectionately, opening Sebastian's pants. "Just stay still." Sebastian nodded, putting his arms on the table.

Chris starts off slowly, very slowly, and Sebastian can't help murmuring in the back of his throat. Chris silences him softly, with his other hand halfway around the base of Sebastian's throat. Sebastian's heart was beating wildly, but he swallowed back the prayer that had come to his lips.

It was there, like a promise 'right now', but he couldn't ask for it. Chris wants him to be quiet.still.Do not move.he will do it.Just be good. Chris was watching his face, waiting for something, and Sebastian was looking back at him, silently begging.

Chris' hands suddenly gripped his neck, and Sebastian shuddered.He's panting, unable to get enough oxygen, and Chris tilts his head, watching. Sebastian's eyes start to sting and he hears Chris ask, "Do you need to cum already?"

Sebastian nods, too close to the edge, too dazed to feel awkward.Nails dug into his throat, and he rolled his eyes. "Cum," Chris tells him, and Sebastian doesn't even finish the sentence before he starts to come.

"Good boy," Chris whispered, sliding the hand around his throat to his neck and fondling the ends of his hair. "What a good boy." Sebastian's eyes fell to the hand that was still on his lap.Sebastian licks his lips instinctively as he hasn't smeared the cum off yet.

Chris notices and brings his hand to Sebastian's mouth, eyes widening as Sebastian leans over to wrap his mouth around his fingers. "Oh my God." He lets Sebastian lick his fingers clean before grabbing his neck again.

Like having roots, Chris is like the force that keeps him steady. "Can you hear me?" Chris asked. Sebastian swallows before nodding.

"can hear."

Chris pressed his forehead against Sebastian's for a moment, and Sebastian closed his eyes.He felt Chris leave, heard the water being turned on, and startled when a wet dish towel hit his face.He opened his eyes to see Chris smiling at him. "Are you okay?" Sebastian nods, and Chris helps him upright. "Now, go clean up and make dinner."

Chris sat with Sebastian in the kitchen while he cooked, teasing Sebastian about it when he finished cleaning the dishes. "You're in the way," Sebastian tells him in mock annoyance, and Chris giggles.

"If you cook, I'll wash the dishes, Wolfgang."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "It's time to wash the dishes after eating." He shouted.

Chris gave him a swish with a dishcloth. "Go tell my mother about it."

As they ate, they picked up what they had been talking about before, Chris showing an interest in Romania that Sebastian wasn't used to.Even the interviewer seemed to change the subject whenever he brought up Eastern Europe, whereas Chris asked all the questions.How about the seasons, if he misses there, how often does he go back.

When Sebastian asked him why he was so curious, Chris replied: "I've never been outside of the US except as a tourist. I've always wondered what it would be like to live in other places."

After dinner and a movie, they end up laying on the couch with each other in their arms, half undressed, making out like they're about to be grabbed.That night, Sebastian didn't make it back to his hotel, but was hugged by Chris like an octopus and slept on Chris's sheets.It was Chris who fell asleep first, and that was the only reason Sebastian could come up with for staying the night.He listened to Chris' steady breathing and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The next morning, Sebastian wakes up to Chris swearing and apologizing. "Damn, I'm so sorry. Damn. I should have let you go to your room. Why didn't you wake me up? God, I'm so sorry. I'm fucking dead asleep. You could... you would have If you don't need to stay, I should let you go home."

"Chris," Sebastian cuts him off, feeling a little guilty for letting him sleep.Inexplicably, it was as if he had taken advantage of him. "It's okay. We're all asleep." Chris doesn't seem much relieved to hear that, so Sebastian changes the subject. "I can make eggs for us."

They stayed home until the afternoon, and after going out for lunch and watching a movie, Chris drove Sebastian back to the hotel. Sebastian felt a little slighted and put off seeing him the next morning as long as he could, which wasn't too long.

The next day at about 11:30, he showed up at Chris's door, and Chris was so excited to see him that he pulled him into the apartment and immediately pinned him against the door. Sebastian grunts contentedly, sated by the attention, and Chris tugs down the collar of his shirt, sucking a faint bruise on his collarbone.

"Chris, what—?"

"Missed you," Chris replied, his voice soft, almost flirtatious, but Sebastian was pinned against the door so hard he could barely move.

"Are you leaving traces?"

"No one will see."

Unless I take my clothes off, Sebastian wants to say, but doesn't.He licks his lips, realizing that's exactly what Chris wants.He is marking.

He is jealous!

"Yeah…" He's afraid to say anything else, afraid to point out something that will embarrass Chris, or make him stop. Sebastian lets his eyes close, lost in the love. Chris nuzzles his neck and Sebastian freezes, feeling teeth graze his throat.

He clenches his hands into fists, silently begging Chris to bite where everyone can see.He wanted everyone who saw him to know, wanted the pictures of himself on the slappers' smartphones as evidence.But Chris backs away, and Sebastian sighs in disappointment.

Chris realized himself and backed away completely. "I made lunch. Want some?" Sebastian nods blankly, and Chris kisses his cheek before turning and disappearing into the kitchen.

Sebastian stood there stupidly for a moment and then followed, feeling a bit like a bewildered dog.

The thought stays with him until they eat, and later when Chris pins him down on the couch and sticks his hand in his pants.When Chris takes him out to show him more about Boston, Sebastian finds an eerie satisfaction in following Chris around that he's never noticed before.

That night, in his hotel room, Sebastian went back to the list he found on the Internet.This time he didn't read it carefully, because he didn't know where to find what he was looking for, and wrote it on a note after staring at the list for a few minutes.

He didn't go to Chris' house the next day, but thought about it slowly by himself.He knew that if there was any change in their interaction, Chris would want him to do so before going to him.He's been wandering around town by himself for most of the day, and it's not that much fun without Chris' live introduction, so he's back in his hotel room, binge-watching Netflix until he falls asleep.