Sebastian woke up earlier than Dylan, but he couldn't stand up to get things done as Dylan had him in a chokehold.
They had slept with a visible and nice amount of space between them, and he wasn't sure if he was doing it intentionally or if that was just how he slept, but Dylan kept moving about until they finally ended up pressed together by the break of dawn.
Dylan's fair legs were wrapped tightly around Sebastian's, and his fair hands were hugging his head and neck. He was basically just there, stiff, as Dylan's whole body was pressed against him.
And to top it all, he had morning wood.
Sebastian stayed there, stiff, hoping that Dylan wouldn't wake up soon until it went down, but as minutes passed, it only stayed hardened. Apart from the morning wood itself, he was also quite flustered, which only made it harder and harder.
"Fuck… I'm so embarrassed," Sebastian muttered.
And just then, Dylan moved. His hand shifted to scratch his face.
Then, his other hand moved to hug Sebastian tighter, and they brushed against something they weren't meant to brush against. Dylan's eyes opened instantly, and he kept staring at Sebastian.
It was surprising for him that they were in that position, and then he remembered what he had touched, so he was about to move his head to check when Sebastian suddenly held him in place.
"Huh?" Dylan mumbled.
"Don't look," Sebastian said.
"Oh…" Dylan mouthed, and swiftly, Sebastian moved him away and stood up from the bed.
Dylan was also quick to look, and he saw clearly what Sebastian was hiding, which elicited laughter from him. Dylan burst into full-blown laughter, making the embarrassment Sebastian was already feeling even worse.
He went into the bathroom and locked the door.
'Fuck… has it gotten bigger from before?' Dylan pondered as he stared at the bathroom door. 'Oh… how I wish…'
He licked his lips as he watered at the thought before him. One person Dylan never thought to meet in America showed up, and he was very happy about that, though it was quite hard with the qualifications they now held. But as someone who loved trouble, he loved how those qualifications sounded in his ear.
"Stepbrother," he mumbled again.
After Sebastian stepped out of the bathroom, Dylan was no longer lying on the bed, and the bed was even made. Instead, he was on the floor doing exercises. This time, he was doing squats, and Sebastian watched intently as sweat beads rolled down his tiny waist.
What went through Sebastian's mind was how that waist would look if it were pinned beneath his body, how it would feel to hold and touch that skin. Then his gaze trailed up to his cute face, with the little piercings at the side of his lips and the cute earring in his ear.
Even with the strong, imposing look he was trying to form, he was still very cute, and Sebastian found it endearing.
And just then, Dylan's voice brought him out of his thoughts. "I'm certain I caught you staring. Deny it."
But Sebastian didn't say anything. He just shook his head as he turned to the closet. Then he said, "I'm done bathing. You should do so too, as breakfast will be ready."
"So," Dylan said, summoning his playful aura, standing upright as he asked, "shouldn't we talk about what happened this morning?"
Sebastian's ears turned red instantly, and he looked at Dylan. Dylan continued anyway, "I know it's a boner, but like, that isn't just morning wood. It was harder, and you were all flustered and—"
It felt like a long stretch of time as Dylan's soft pink lips kept moving, speaking words that embarrassed him even more. As he realized Dylan wouldn't stop talking and he couldn't predict what he would say next, Sebastian quickly crossed the room and covered Dylan's lips with his hand, cornering him against the wall.
Dylan's eyes stared intensely into Sebastian's as he stayed there, caged between his body.
He muffled beneath the hand covering his mouth, "What are you doing?"
"What were you doing, saying those words out loud like that?" Sebastian asked, staring at him.
"I was just asking a question."
"You…" Sebastian said, breathing heavily as he held Dylan firmly against the wall.
And Dylan joked again, "Sorry, I won't make that joke again. But rather than caging me against the wall, how about you do it to me on the bed and put something else on my lips instead of your hands?"
It was the first time in years that Sebastian noticed it again—how seductive Dylan's eyes could be. He kept staring at him, almost mesmerized and ready to do what he had asked, but then he snapped out of his thoughts and did what Dylan never expected.
He flicked his forehead, and Dylan was instantly surprised as pain shot through his head.
"What the fuck was that for?" he asked sharply as Sebastian stepped away.
"It's a call for your brain to come back to you," Sebastian said. "Now go take a bath and stop behaving like a teenager who just hit puberty."
Dylan just pouted as he went into the bathroom to bathe.
They both dressed and went to the living area. Sebastian was dressed in a nicely fitted suit, while Dylan was very different. He wore a short-sleeved top and cargo pants, styled his hair, and put on a jacket because of the cold.
"Good morning," Sebastian greeted his dad and his wife as he settled into the dining chair, and Dylan did the same, sitting beside Sebastian this time.
As they sat for breakfast, Fred suddenly brought up a topic. "So, as you know, Dylan is new here, so I was wondering if you're okay with taking him with you to the office. Later, you can drop him at the university so he can get a few details there. And perhaps you could also do a bit of touring with him."
"Dylan, is that okay with you?"
'Of course, I want to be with him.'
Dylan just nodded at Fred's words, while Sebastian, though he had reasons to decline, couldn't say them in front of his dad, so he stayed quiet, hoping Dylan would behave.