Just a Bit Wicked

Sebastian wiped his hands on his apron and looked at the fruits of his labor.This cake doesn't look like much, but it smells delicious.The recipe for the cake was given by his mother, and he thought he did it quite well.

Some might think he's crazy, but he likes to bake when he's stressed out.And this night he was indeed a little anxious, looking at the clock every few moments.

He wasn't sure if Vlad would come or not.They hadn't made an appointment last night, and when he woke up in the morning, Vlad had already left.Now Sebastian wondered if he should wait for him.Is Vlad going to come every night?Will he come again?Even though Vlad had said he'd come back, Sebastian half expected him to freak out and change his mind.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening.He definitely won't come.

Doorbell rang.

Ok.

"Don't steal the cake." Sebastian told the cat and went to open the door.

Vlad stood outside the door.

Sebastian moistened his lips and welcomed Vlad into the room.He was used to seeing Vlad in black from the inside out, but today Vlad was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a soft-looking dark blue jumper, which made him a little uncomfortable.The clothes made Vlad's shoulders wider, and it brought out his pair of unmatched blue eyes - from the moment he opened the door, those eyes had only Sebastian in them.If he is not paying attention, he will be addicted to those eyes, in those gazes.Everyone wants to be the center of someone's universe, and Sebastian is no exception.Vlad could give him that feeling with just one look.He likes it that way—to have all of Vlad's attention.

"Um, hi," Sebastian said.He found himself watching Vlad in silence the whole time.

Finally Vlad stopped staring at his face and looked him up and down.He curled his lips and said, "This is not bad."

Sebastian's face was hot.He remembered that he was only wearing a baggy black T-shirt and an apron that said MOST BEAUTIFUL CHEF.

"Julia gave it to me last Christmas," he defended himself, pulling off his apron.He immediately regretted it.All he had left was a T-shirt, which couldn't cover his bare legs at all.He was so awkward that he felt completely naked. "I'm going to put on a pair of jeans." He awkwardly pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

Vlad glanced at his legs, then looked away. "Well, let's go."

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief and fled back to the bedroom.He put on his jeans and took several deep breaths to calm himself down.At this time, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror with a bird's nest of messy hair.He moaned in annoyance, and quickly put his hair up in a bun.A few locks of black hair fell loose around his neck, but he didn't care.He had to get out now, if he stayed in the bedroom, Vlad would think wrongly, he would think that Sebastian wanted to appear in front of him in a glamorous way.But of course he didn't think so.They're just ordinary friends with benefits.

He returned to the living room to find Vlad looking around, peering sharply into the room.

"It's nothing like Luke's apartment," Sebastian said, shifting his weight between his feet. "I'm not rich. Like someone said, prostitution is not a good job for a man."

"You're doing alright," Vlad said, looking around.

Sebastian shrugged. "I should be satisfied. My salary is higher than most male models, but some of my friends are very tight and have to do odd jobs to supplement their living." In order to find something to do, he picked up his mobile phone from the table and looked at it.Fuck, he hasn't been so awkward with friends with benefits before.For some reason, this didn't feel right.He had never been so flustered.So far, most of the sexual experience between him and Vlad has been due to quarrels and fights, and he doesn't know what to do in this situation.Should they get straight to the point?Can he kiss Vlad?Wouldn't that be too weird?

"Yes..." Sebastian adjusted his expression to a peaceful state, and put down his phone. "Can I make you a cup of tea?"

"Okay, thank you."

Sebastian led Vlad into the kitchen, feeling Vlad's eyes rest heavily on him.He tried to suppress his impatience.Maybe he should just kiss her.He wants to kiss him.

"Please sit down." Sebastian took out the kettle to boil water.

Vlad picked up Hermione and sat down at the table. "She's fat again," he said, stroking her belly with thick fingers.

Sebastian finally couldn't help it, and began to envy his cat.He wanted to take Hermione's place on Vlad's lap, put his hand inside the soft jumper, and licked back and forth along Vlad's square jaw before slipping his tongue into his mouth.

"Don't say she's fat," he responded a little later. "She's just a little bit overweight."

Vlad looked at Hermione knowingly. "Her tits got bigger, Sebastian."

"So what? Besides, why are you looking at her tits?"

Vlad groped around Hermione's stomach to examine it, and smiled. "I was wrong. She's not fat. She's pregnant with kittens."

Sebastian's eyes widened. "What? No! She can't be pregnant! She's still a kitten!" Well, maybe not a kitten, but she's really young.He frowned. "She's not that kind of cat. She doesn't like kittens."

Vlad grinned. "I really don't want to break the news, but it's clear that she has at least one good tomcat. She's been pregnant for a while, and she's due in a few weeks at most."

Sebastian sat down heavily on the chair. "How many weeks?" he said weakly. "Why don't I know? How do you know?"

Vlad grinned—he grinned, showing his teeth, and looked so amused that it made Sebastian a little breathless and distracted him from the big crisis in front of him.

"I grew up on a farm," Vlad said. "Our cats are much older, but there are no veterinarians. You have to learn to recognize these."

"But..." Sebastian looked at Hermione. "Are you 100% sure?"

Vlad nodded. "You should give her..." He paused, apparently searching for the right English word.

"Sterilization?" Sebastian wrinkled his nose. "I know I probably should, but I can't bear it, she's just a kitten." He felt himself blushing. "Don't look at me that way. I think I'm stupid—and I am. I thought she was just fat."

Vlad laughed a little. "Really? I thought she was just a little bit overweight."

Sebastian glared at him, but then laughed along with Vlad, at himself.

He found Vlad looking at him.He stopped laughing. "What?"

"I like you," Vlad said.

Sebastian felt his throat tighten and it was difficult to breathe. "you like me?"

"Yeah," Vlad said with a smirk. "You're a little funny, a little pretentious, but it's fine."

Oh.

Sebastian smiled at Vlad, feeling his face burn, and annoyed at himself for reacting so violently.

"I guess you're not that bad," he said, biting his thumb.

Vlad's blue eyes watched his every move.

Vlad put Hermione on the ground and said, "Come here."

Sebastian's heart jumped into his throat.finally.He walked over, his knees a little weak.

He straddled Vlad's lap.

Vlad's hands fell to his lower back.

They stare at each other.

Sebastian could only hear their heavy breathing.

"Well, I guess you haven't gotten enough of me yet," he murmured.

"That's right." Vlad kissed him.

Vlad fucked him right there, at the dinner table, hard and fast, giving him earth-shaking pleasure.The cake was over, but Sebastian didn't have time to think about it, his legs wrapped around Vlad's back, his mouth sucking on Vlad's tongue, and he came.

They then head to the bedroom, where Sebastian fucks Vlad from behind, and Vlad buries his face in the pillow.

Then, they lay next to each other, quiet and harmonious, tired but content.

Sebastian didn't remember falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes, he was alone.

Vlad is gone.

***

It's been a lot more natural since then.

Vlad comes every night.Most evenings, they don't talk much, letting body contact take the place of words—they're too eager for each other to waste time talking.

But sometimes they chat.

Sometimes they chat very happily, and very lightheartedly.

"Let me sort this out," Vlad said one night, as they lay side by side after their first orgasm. "You named your cat Hermione Granger in the book, and you named her cubs Rose and Hugo, just like Hermione's children in the book."

"So what?" Sebastian said, putting his face close to Vlad's armpit and taking a breath.It would have been disgusting, but somehow he didn't feel it.He liked the smell of Vlad's underarms, very much. "I think it's a brilliant idea myself."

"Oh, nothing," Vlad said flatly. "It's just that she might have two kittens. Calling a kitten Rose is kind of awkward, huh?"

Sebastian pouted and said disdainfully, "I don't have any stereotypes about gender, so what if the boy's name is Rose?"

Vlad gave him an annoyed look. "You're so fucking out of tune." He ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair and lifted his head to kiss him. "How pretentious. Don't talk back."

Sebastian smiled against his lips. "Should you gag my mouth with something?"

"Maybe I do," Vlad replied.And then he did it.

But there are times when their conversations can get rough, or the atmosphere can become somber and tense.

Sebastian's emotions are easily influenced by those around him.Whenever Vlad showed shame and self-loathing after his passion had subsided, Sebastian used all his self-control not to say a word.Clearly Vlad hasn't shaken off those homophobic views—nor does Sebastian expect him to, and even if he could, overcoming those ingrained stereotypes won't be easy.Some people can't overcome those instilled ideas in their lives.

Sebastian had to keep reminding himself that it had nothing to do with him.They agreed that their relationship would come and go completely freely, and he wouldn't have to deal with Vlad's messy business.In this case, being emotionally distant is the right thing to do.Vlad himself had warned him that he couldn't promise anything, and when he got tired of it and couldn't hold Sebastian any more, he'd end it all.Sebastian appreciates Vlad's honesty, really.He's already been ruined once; he doesn't need another homophobic man to walk into his heart and trample on him and tear him apart.He couldn't get too involved with Vlad.It's just sex - pretty intense, addictive, but that's about it.

So, when Vlad became silent and tense afterwards, Sebastian bit his tongue and said nothing; When he was fucked, Sebastian tolerated it in silence; so, when Vlad put his fingers on his face and chest when he thought he was asleep, Sebastian continued to pretend to be asleep; so, when Vlad Sebastian remained silent while Dak whispered something in Russian, angry and frustrated.

Some words are more suitable to be buried in the bottom of my heart.