Just a Bit Wicked

Sebastian's hometown is a small town by the sea.Vlad stood a few steps away from where the cameraman had set up his machine, a cold breeze brushing his face.There was no one on the gravel beach as far as he could see, but he did not relax his vigilance, his eyes patrolled the beach, trying to avoid staring at the shooting scene a few steps away.

But he still couldn't control himself.

Judging from the sporadic conversations he heard, this part of the shoot is going to show Sebastian's image today.It seems that to get that kind of effect, you can't do without leggings, Gucci jackets, Yves Saint Laurent flip-up boots, and all kinds of sexy and provocative expressions towards the camera.Vlad refrained from complaining - the clothes were impractical in this environment.He didn't say a word.He already had an idea in mind—the less conversation he had with Sebastian, the better.It seemed like every conversation they had - a fight - would end in a escapade, and after what happened last night, Vlad was determined not to repeat it.

He pursed his lips and began to inspect the coastline again.

He didn't want to think about what happened last night.If he could erase that memory, he would never keep it.But at least he's good at keeping distractions at bay.He doesn't spend his days thinking about things he shouldn't think about -- things that shouldn't happen.He is a professional.

"Open your lips a little, honey." Hearing what the photographer said, Vlad's eyes returned to the model again.

Sebastian was lying on a large rock, his black hair was blown back by the breeze, and his white fingers pulled up the collar of his black turtleneck to cover his cheeks.His snow-white skin, dark eyes, hair, clothing, and blood-red lips lightly bitten by teeth present an incredible contrast.Vlad wasn't a photographer or a painter, but even he could see how beautiful this... this photo was.

"Impeccable," said the photographer. "You are so beautiful, honey."

Sebastian smiled at him and said, "You like to talk nicely, Matt, but I don't like that."

The photographer smiled. "It's always right to try. Maybe one day you can't grind me, so you agree to date me."

Vlad sneered.Does this guy have some professional qualities?

"If it weren't for your happy marriage, maybe I would have dated you." Sebastian snorted.

"Come on, Alisa and I are not old fashioned, we are very open," Matt said with a grin. "She will want to come and observe. Not to mention, she will also want to have a threesome."

Sebastian shook his head and stood up. "Sorry, but you know my rules, Matt, I don't hang out with company. It's too much trouble." His black eyes flicked to Vlad. "I always ask them first if they're attached. Sometimes they lie, but that's something I can't help."

Vlad pursed his lips and looked away.For the first time, he faced the possibility that Sebastian might not have known that Nina had a boyfriend.

"Okay, that's the end of the filming here. We should transfer to your alma mater before it rains." After being rejected, Matt resumed his focused work tone.

On the way to town, Matt, Sebastian and the stylist chatted familiarly.Vlad followed them silently, paying attention to his surroundings.

The town is picturesque and a typical society of acquaintances.Vlad looked at Sebastian, trying to imagine how he would come out and live proudly in such a small town.

Looks like he's not the only one thinking this way.

"We didn't want to focus too much on the homophobic situation in the small town," said Matt, who was heading to the high school Sebastian used to attend. "We want to convey positivity. So we decided to focus on how you can make people accept who you are after you decide to show who you really are."

"But I've never hidden my sexuality." Sebastian frowned slightly.

The stylist nodded. "We know. He meant that when your gay-discriminatory classmates bullied your boyfriend to—" She looked uncomfortable and didn't continue.

"Suicide." Sebastian took it lightly.

"Yes," she swallowed hard. “You said that after that you dress more rebelliously and boldly. We want to recreate that scene, of course, you wear custom clothes, but we try to choose things that are close to the style you had when you were 17 years old. "

Sebastian nodded, but Vlad noticed he was quite nervous.After walking into his alma mater, his shoulders became more and more tense.

"We'd be shooting in an empty classroom, just us," Matt says.

Sebastian was silent, his eyes wandering around the school corridor, looking paler than usual.Apparently, he had no fond memories of his time here.

"The gym teacher said we could do it in the gym too," says the stylist. "He was about your age and helped a lot, he said he knew you at school. Mr. Fletcher was—"

Sebastian turned to look at her sharply. "Excuse me, what did you say, Mr. Fletcher?"

His voice sounds a little nervous?

The stylist nods. "Yes, gym teacher. I think his name is Mike. Do you know him?"

"Yes," Sebastian replied after a pause, looking away. "Yes. I know him."

Vlad frowned, watching his back, thinking.

The second part of the shoot was very different from the first.Sebastian, who previously wore expensive tailored jackets and trousers, now flaunts in jeans and a patterned shirt.But it wasn't the clothes that attracted Vlad.Sebastian put on eyeliner and nail polish.

Sebastian met Vlad's gaze and raised his eyebrows with a determined and defiant look.Sebastian leaned his butt against the desk while the other two discussed the set and lighting. "Is there a problem?"

Vlad squinted at him, realizing he wanted to start a fight.Something was making him restless.Maybe it was the environment here—anyone with a discerning eye could tell he must have been bullied here—but Vlad's gut told him it was more than that.

"No problem. But if you go to school dressed like this, it's no wonder that someone bullies you. Isn't this asking for a fight?" Vlad couldn't imagine that there would be boys in Russia wearing eyeliner and nail polish to school.

Sebastian laughed dryly. "I didn't have a good time until I started putting on nail polish. It's—" He raised a hand up and down at himself. "—just saying 'fuck you' to the bastards who bullied Bill, nothing else."

Vlad stared at him.There are some things he can't figure out. "You're bisexual, can't you just pick up girls? You don't have to run into these shitty things."

"Even if I only dated girls, I wouldn't be straight," Sebastian replied. "It's not as simple as you make it out to be. Even if I meet a wonderful woman one day, marry her, and spend the rest of my life with her, I'll still be bisexual. Besides, I like men more than women. Why should I put Hiding my true self? Why should I be content with living under a mask? This is my principle."

"The principle of the matter," Vlad repeated his words. "I can't even tell if this is an ideal idiot or a pure idiot."

Sebastian pouted. "Thank you."

"I didn't praise you again."

"That's the best thing you've ever said to me."

Vlad shook his head. "If you do this in Russia, you will be beaten to death, or you will be arrested; if you are unlucky, it may be even worse."

Sebastian pulled out a grin. "Unfortunately, it's not just Russians who discriminate against gays. It's not easy when you grow up in that environment, though."

Vlad tensed up. "What do you mean?"

Sebastian licked his lips and was about to speak—

"Honey, we're ready and waiting for you!" Matt greeted.Sebastian walks away without looking at Vlad again.

Vlad did not observe the filming.Sebastian rolled his eyes at the camera, he couldn't bear to see too much.He was a little irritable, so he walked out of the classroom and smoked in the hallway.

"You can't—wow, take it easy, buddy!" The man who had just approached stared wide-eyed at Vlad's gun. "You like shooting too much, don't you?"

Vlad looked the man up and down.He was tall and strong - about the same size as Vlad, although he was probably a few years younger than Vlad.

"who are you?"

"I'm the gym teacher, Mike Fletcher. I really don't like it when you point that thing at me, man."

Oh yes.The gym teacher mentioned by the stylist.Vlad lowered the muzzle of the gun, but kept it in the holster.

The man breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you doing here?"

Vlad glanced at the classroom, the filming was still going on.It's business as usual when he's distracted.

Fletcher took a sharp breath.

Vlad looked at him again and found him staring at Sebastian.Vlad pursed his lips, feeling angry inside.There was something in the way the man stared at Sebastian that he didn't like.

"You know that model?" Vlad asked.

Fletcher turned his gaze back to Vlad, who raised his hand and rubbed his nose, an ugly blush forming on his neck. "We used to be classmates. Not really friends or anything," he said with a sarcastic sneer. "We're not part of a 'circle', do you understand?"

Vlad didn't say a word, and the guy continued talking like a machine gun, with a look of holding back for a long time. "He used to be nothing like he is now, a bloodless little thing with just eyes and a mouth and a big fucking glass. He was a rabbit, you know? The whole school used to know it. Everyone knew him Preoccupied with man's dick. Begging to suck my cock, tsk tsk. I mean, I'm not gay, but I fucked him up a few times just because he was poor."

"Really." Vlad's tone was calm, but he felt his hand tightening the gun.He relaxed his fingers and put the gun away.

"Yeah, obviously it's not a problem to me at all. But that little idiot thinks I'm a rabbit like him. I can't teach him a lesson." Fletcher thought of himself, and gradually turned into a sneer . "But that glass is a hot slut. Within a few months he was sucking dicks for other dicks, and I caught him straight. What a fucking bitch."

Vlad asked calmly, "What did you do?"

Fletcher's smile was malicious. "I took a pornographic photo of them and sent it to the whole school's email address. You should see the reaction, it's amazing." He laughed. "Ever since then everyone knows how horny he is for men's dicks."

Vlad stared at him.In fact, Vlad used to say the same slurs that Fletcher used to insult Sebastian; but hearing it from this guy... he just fucking didn't like it.

Only I can do that.

He put aside this ridiculous idea and said coldly. "We don't know each other, why are you telling me this?"

Vlad's tone stopped Fletcher from laughing.Only then did he show a trace of apprehension. "Well, he's a celebrity now. Everyone knows he's a bunny, isn't he? I'm just stating the facts. He used to be a laughingstock." He patted Vlad on the shoulder, like a buddy style. "Well, you're Russian, you know that. I wish England had Russian laws against glass. If there were, he wouldn't have a bright future."

Vlad stared at the sour and pathetic man and thought: Am I his virtue?

"Nice to meet you, too, Mike." Sebastian's soft voice came, and both of them turned their heads.

Sebastian looked very calm, very beautiful, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable temperament all over his body. "How is your wife? I heard that she is pregnant with her fourth child. Congratulations. It's not easy to support such a big family, right?" He smiled calmly.

Vlad wanted to swell his aggressive little mouth with kisses.

Fletcher glared at Sebastian angrily, muttered uncomfortably, and strode away.

Sebastian had a smile on his lips, but when Vlad took a closer look, he was pale and trembling.He looked rather embarrassed, his lips quivering, his black eyes darting around in panic, but not at Vlad.Hearing about his humiliating past, Vlad must have panicked.

With this incident, Vlad could easily humiliate him to the ground and take revenge for what he had done before. He attracted Vlad's attention and aroused his desire.

"Come on, just say it," Sebastian murmured without looking at Vlad. "Call me a shameless slut, a horny and unwanted dick."

"Are you done?" Vlad asked.Sebastian looked at him suspiciously, and he added, "Is the photo taken?"

"Almost," Sebastian's shoulders relaxed a little. "They need to go to the gym for another set."

Vlad glanced around the classroom.Photographers and stylists are arguing about something, and there is no time for him.

He looked at Sebastian again.

Their eyes locked on each other.

Vlad's mouth was parched.It was suddenly clear to him that for the first time since last night they were staring at each other without distractions.

"About last night," Sebastian began.

Vlad wanted to hide elsewhere.Anywhere but here.

But he didn't move.Otherwise Sebastian would have discovered how easily he could upset Vlad.He will not make him proud.

"What are you trying to say?" He looked Sebastian in the eye.He made up his mind that he didn't like the eyeliner.This guy's eyes are already surprisingly large, and the effect of eyeliner is simply unimaginable.How did Fletcher describe him?By the way, only the eyes and mouth are left on the face.

"Let's just forget about last night, okay?" Sebastian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.He grinned, his face contorted. "This is the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. It's not easy, given..." He gestured in the direction Fletcher left.

Vlad looked at him, dazed.He thought Sebastian would taunt him, laugh at him, maybe even seduce him again.He thought he was the one who had to insist that what happened last night was a mistake.It never occurred to him that Sebastian would want to forget everything.

He should be relieved to be able to get away so easily.But he was full of anger.How could he not compare to that pathetic and stingy bastard?

"My biggest mistake?" he blurted out.Yes, he had a problem with Sebastian, but at least he didn't email pictures of Sebastian giving blowjobs to the whole school, and he didn't drive Sebastian's boyfriend to suicide To the extent that he did not gossip about Sebastian to strangers.

Sebastian's jaw dropped in shock.He blinks. "You're not really angry, are you?"

Vlad's lips pursed into a line.

The corners of Sebastian's mouth curled up slowly, and the smile reached the corners of his eyes and brows. "Yo, you're mad. So cute." He reached out and patted Vlad's cheek.

Vlad wanted to turn and bite his finger.

Hold.

Has he been bewitched?

Sebastian stopped laughing and looked serious, not realizing that he was about to lose his temper. "I'm not attacking you personally. Mike is a lot more jerks than you, but I was immature and an idiot back then. I can't use the same excuses now, I have to grow up."

"Honey, you can go directly to change clothes, I have chosen for you." The stylist called Sebastian, and Vlad had no time to reply. "In the locker room at the gym. We'll meet you later, when I've convinced the idiot that we need—"

"I can do my job, I don't need you to teach me," Matt said sharply, staring at her. "You should listen to me, shit!"

They continued to argue.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, got up and left, presumably to the gym.Vlad followed.

It was Sunday and the school was empty, their footsteps echoing in the long hallway.Vlad stared at the back of Sebastian's neck, still angry.He looked down, and his eyes stopped at Sebastian's large buttocks wrapped in frayed white jeans.His second child actually went in, just last night.In broad daylight, he couldn't find a sense of reality.

A mocking voice sounded in his head: two chairs.Vlad looked away hastily, as if burned.

What the hell is wrong with him?What is he doing?Crazy about a guy's ass?The craziness of last night had gone too far.He's not some fucking second chair, he's not like Sebastian.Although... Vlad admits that after being forced out of the closet at school, after a lover committed suicide due to bullying, being able to deliberately dress up to provoke those bastards does take courage.It took a lot of courage, and Vlad had always respected courage, although Sebastian's courage might be foolishly idealistic.

"That guy is jealous of you, you know that?" Vlad broke the dead silence.He saw Sebastian's shoulders stiffen and his steps less steady than before.

"Jealous of me?" Sebastian's voice was a little unnatural.

Vlad shrugged, remembering Fletcher's sour tone. "He thinks that the gay dick who stepped on the soles of his feet has become famous, profitable and good-looking, but he is stuck in his hometown, with no future, guarding a wife he doesn't want and a bunch of children he has to raise. It kills him .”

Sebastian stopped and turned slowly, shocked. "You just said I'm 'good-looking'?"

Vlad felt a rush of heat rushing to his face. "I didn't say that," he insisted. "But Fletcher thinks you look good."

Sebastian tilted his head, a little smugly. "He told you?"

"No," Vlad regretted having started the conversation. "I have eyes and I'm not sick. He's drooling just looking at you. It's fucking disgusting."

Sebastian moved closer, looking at him curiously. "I'm always stared at, Vlad. It's not like no one told me I look good. It's my job, why bother with you? I thought you two would have a special sympathy."

"Me and him?" Vlad huffed. "It's just that stupid idiot with a broken mouth, who is so childish that he is still living in the glory days of middle school. How can I look like him?"

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh. "You're really angry. You hate me comparing you to him. Oh my god, that's too cute!" He raised a hand and patted Vlad's cheek again with glee. "Don't worry, your dick is bigger—"

Vlad grabbed his wrist.

The touch stunned them at the same time.Vlad's fingers gripped Sebastian's wrist, and the action reminded them of last night.Vlad's mind flashes of him grabbing Sebastian by the wrist and throwing him against the bathroom door.He licked his parched lips.

Sebastian swallowed and whispered, "Let go."

Vlad didn't move.

"Let go," Sebastian repeats, a look of desperation on his face.

He should let go.He should fucking let go.

Vlad looked down at Sebastian's slightly parted lips.The stylist applied something to make those two lips look redder than usual, against his snow-white skin, they were extremely vivid.

Sebastian stuck out his tongue and moistened his lips. "Let go," he said again, his lower lip quivering.

Vlad had to taste that lip.He couldn't resist the thirst.He had never been so frantically longing for anything in his life—it made him tremble all over—he couldn't help himself, he leaned forward impulsively, and sucked the tender lips.

He kissed those lips over and over again, muttering to himself: "You are so beautiful." It sounded like a drunken saying.He felt drunk.

Sebastian let out a small groan.Then he froze and pushed Vlad away.

They looked at each other flushed and forgot to breathe.

"What the hell do you want to play?" Sebastian asked in a low voice, looking outraged. "'I'm not the second chair', isn't that what you said?" He shook his head. "Come on, no need to answer—it doesn't matter, I don't care. I won't do this kind of shit anymore. You straight bastards, while you can't bear to pull my dick out of my mouth, you can't stop talking about it. You've spoiled me so much, I've had enough. Go fuck some hapless woman and live your miserable life with her. Don't touch me with your dirty hands." Sebastian walked away angrily , disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Vlad gritted his teeth, turned around, and slammed his fist against the wall.He didn't feel any better because of it, his mind was still full of muddleheadedness.

He stopped on the spot for a while, trying to control his disobedient body, and sorted out his thoughts by the way, trying to figure out what kind of wind he was just now.

A sudden muffled scream chilled him.

He ran wildly.