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“Oi. Seb. What the hell are you looking at?” Sam asked, waving his hand in front of the older boy's face. Sam had returned from the bar to see Sebastian staring into the main room of the bar, leaning back against the pool table. His arms were crossed over his chest and he had lifted one hand up to his mouth to bite at his nails. His black hoodie was dusty with billiard chalk, and his hair was as messy as always. His abandoned cue stood tall next to him. Loudness of the bar on Friday night aside, Sam knew he could still be heard. Regardless, Sebastian had remained unresponsive to almost everything he said the past few minutes, only giving small nods and an ‘uhhuh’ here and there. Sebastian jumped as Sam’s hand came into view. His face turned pink as he flipped around to face his childhood friend. 

“Nothing,” Sebastian answered quickly. “I’m sorry, I was tuned out, what were you saying?” 

Sam sighed and began to repeat himself, but Sebastian's mind returned to wandering. He was focused on the loud chatter of the bar, people he had known his entire life drinking their weight in alcohol. He figured they all do it to numb the pain of living the same life every year; same festivals, same people, same shitty small town. But there was someone new in town, someone he didn’t understand yet. He had been unable to get the new writer out of his mind, and in fact was still struggling. They had talked multiple times since, but had first met a few weeks ago, on the docks in the rain. Sebastian was watching the droplets hit the ocean when suddenly he was shielded from the elements by an umbrella. He looked up to see a taller long haired man smiling down at him. His heart fluttered. 

“Are you alright?” The man spoke with genuine concern. His voice made Sebastian melt, to him it was melodic and silvery. A heat rose to his face, a blush red tint taking over his cheeks. 

“I’m okay,” Sebastian said nervously. He found the man beautiful, his jaw chiseled. Long cinnamon colored hair framed his face. It was gorgeous and looked well taken care of. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met yet,” The voice was music to Sebastian’s ears. “I’m Elliott. I live in the cabin on the beach,” He held out his hand. 

“Sebastian,” The younger man placed his hand in Elliott’s. The older man brought the hand to his lips, kissing them with his eyes closed, before opening them and delicately dropping Sebastian’s hand with a smile. Sebastian’s face flushed. Elliott’s lips were soft, and sent sparks through his body. 

“Well Sebastian, It’s lovely to meet you. You shouldn’t be out here in this rain without an umbrella, you may catch a cold,” Again, Elliott’s voice was full of worry. 

Before he could continue his reliving, Sebastian jumped and was snapped back to the present. 

“Dude. Seriously? You’re not listening at all!” Sam smacked Sebastian on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry dude,” Sebastian sighed. “I’m just having a really hard time concentrating,” 

“You seem to be concentrating perfectly on the new guy,” Abigail spoke up, a shade of venom in her voice. Sebastian’s face turned bright red as he prayed for Yoba to kill him on the spot. He was undeniably staring, and now he was blushing-a dead giveaway. He prepared for some sort of comment from Sam, but nothing ever came. The silence between them was louder than the noises of the arcade machines or the howling laughter coming from the bar. Finally, it was broken. 

“He is pretty hot,” Sam spoke frankly, having been taking the time to check out the author from across the dimly lit rustic saloon. Sebastian couldn’t tell if this was a joke or not, but he laughed anyway, nervousness getting the better of him. 

Sam had admitted to being bisexual when Sebastian came out to him, but Elliott wasn’t what Sebastian understood to be Sam’s type. The only person Sebastian knew Sam really liked at all was Penny, who was small and meek. Sebastian himself had feelings for Sam, but when nothing happened after they both came out, he assumed he wasn’t Sam’s type either. Elliott was tall and grandiose, a refined gentleman. Honestly, Sebastian was shocked he found himself attracted to the man, feeling as though Elliott was way out of his realm. 

“Are you gay?” Sebastian was snapped back to reality for another time tonight by Abigail’s question. He never came out to her, not viewing her as someone he trusted or even liked enough to tell his secret to. Panic rushed through him, his heart thudding powerfully in his chest. He immediately turned to Sam, who only offered a panicked expression in return. Sebastian could feel his cheeks turning even redder than before. His feet kept him glued to the floor, no matter how badly he wished to run. 

“Y-yeah,” Sebastian stuttered out. Silence fell between them once again, this time Sam gently placing his hand low on Sebastian’s arm for comfort. 

After a few moments, Sebastian heard rustling and huffing behind him, and Abigail quickly rushed by, leaving the saloon all together. Sebastian turned back to Sam, a concerned look meeting his gaze. 

“Are you okay?” Sam asked with a genuine tone. Before Sebastian could answer, Robin popped into the room. 

“Everything okay? Abigail sure left in a hurry,” She spoke. 

“Yes Ma’am. Abigail’s just a sore loser,” Sam piped up, saving the day. 

“I see,” Robin spoke with uncertainty. Sebastian knew his mom could tell something was up, but he was in no way ready to come out to her at the saloon. He knew the table behind him was perfectly set up for their next game, the triangle of billiard balls unbroken, but he nodded in an attempt to reassure his mom of the lie. “Well, Demetrius and I are leaving. I’ll see you at home Sebby, don’t stay out too late please.”

“Of course Mom. I’ll see you at home,” Sebastian replied, attempting to cover up any anxiety in his voice. His mom turned and left, and Sebastian turned to face Sam. 

“I’m gonna be alright, I just hope she doesn’t tell anyone. She seemed really mad,” Sebastian said. “Do you think it’s because I hadn’t told her?” Sam furrowed his brows.

 “What?” He seemed confused, which confused Sebastian. This was apparently evident on his face, as Sam continued. “Do you not know?” 

“Know what?” Sebastian spoked panickily. 

“Dude.” Sam’s eyebrows unfurled. “She's in love with you.” 

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Sam filled Sebastian in on Abigail’s infatuation on the walk home. Sam had been determined to explain it outside, away from the whole town, so they began the hike. Sebastian felt too exposed to be inside the loud bar any longer anyway. Being outed to his bandmate was not on his agenda, he had only written down pool and gazing at the hot new guy for the night. He wasn’t quite sure how to take the news of Abigail having this huge crush on him either. His mind swirled with thoughts, and he felt himself starting to get angry. He defaulted to anger a lot, something he was never proud of, but it felt safe. It had protected him countless times. 

The two boys reached the front doorstep of Sebastian’s home, the end of their night quickly approaching. Sam was the first to break the silence that had befallen the two. 

“I’m here if you need me dude,” He attempted to comfort his friend. 

“Thanks,” Sebastian said. “I just need to smoke I think.” 

They said their goodbyes and Sam began the trek home. Sebastian went inside and trudged down the steps to his bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to undo the night’s events, but he would have to settle for a joint on the lake to calm him. He grabbed his things and went back out, heading to the lake. 

Once Sebastian found a good place to smoke, he lit up. He inhaled as he held the lighter below the tip, attempting to force himself to take deeper breaths. He held it in for a few seconds before blowing the smoke out. He immediately returned for another drag. 

Sebastian went through a joint and a half before he heard the sound of footsteps in the grass behind him. He immediately felt panicked, mind jumping to the time he was almost caught by his stepfather. He turned around quickly, but to his surprise he was met by a friendly smile. 

“Hello Sebastian,” Elliott's angelic voice rang through his ears. The man stopped himself next to the other. 

“Hello,” Sebastian said nervously, leaning down to put out the jay he was hiding behind his leg.

“Oh there’s no need to do that!” Elliott spoke up, stopping Sebastian. “I smoke as well. Although, I only started recently. Leah grows her own supply.” 

“Oh,” Sebastian was surprised. “Would you like a hit?” He asked, unsure if the brunette would take up the offer. 

“I would like nothing more, thank you,” Elliott smiled. Sebastian passed the joint and he took it between his first and middle finger. The younger man watched him gracefully inhale, holding onto the smoke before parting his lips slightly. Sebastian thought Elliott looked ethereal as it escaped and swirled in the cool night air. 

Elliott’s eyes flashed toward Sebastian, catching him staring. Elliott smiled once again, but Sebastian noticed a light pink begin to appear on his cheeks. Sebastian turned away, his own cheeks turning color. Elliott held out the joint to him. 

“You looked upset when you left the bar tonight. I ran into your blond friend-Sam I believe-and I asked him where to find you,” Elliott chuckled a bit. “I hope you don’t find that terribly creepy of me.” 

“N-not at all,” Sebastian stuttered. Was Elliott… worried? ‘ Surely not’ Sebastian thought to himself, but he couldn’t help but hang onto hope that the older man did. He took back the joint and hit it once again. 

“We don’t have to talk about it Sebastian, but if you need a distraction I’m happy to be one,” Elliott spoke softly. Sebastian finally took a good look at him. He was wearing dress pants, accompanied by a nice tightly-fitting vest and button up shirt. He even had a green tie, still perfectly tied even after being at the bar. Sebastian thought most people at least pulled it down, if not untied it, to relax. 

“Thank you,” Sebastian said. “I could use a distraction. I don’t know if I’m sleeping tonight.” He passed the joint to Elliott again. 

“Any particular kind of distraction you’d like my dear?” Elliott questioned. 

‘My dear?’ Sebastian’s heart pounded. Was he being hit on?

“I guess just company,” Sebastian managed to quietly speak. “I just need to take my mind off it for now.”

“What kind of novels do you like?” Elliott asked, his voice was kind. He returned the jay to Sebastian. 

“Graphic?” Sebastian said, entirely unsure of his answer. Elliott laughed and smiled at him, making butterflies appear in his stomach.  

“Do you read a specific genre of them?” Elliott said to clarify his question. 

“Oh,” Sebastian said, clearly embarrassed. “I like sci-fi stuff.”

“I see, I’ll remember that,” Elliott smiled sweetly. They continued passing the joint until it was finished, Elliott discussing his reasoning for moving to the Valley. 

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?” Sebastian questioned. He had long had plans to move to Zuzu City, to attempt to understand his father more and get away from the irritating and mundane town. Elliott chuckled. 

“It’s every writer’s dream to have a small cottage on the beach with which to create in. Unfortunately, you never know how lonely it truly is until you get there,” Elliott stared off toward the lake and Sebastian felt a tug in his heart. He understood how loneliness felt, even though he knew was surrounded by more people every day than Elliott likely was. Sebastian made a silent vow to get to know him better at that moment. 

“I think I understand how you feel,” Sebastian said. The two turned to face each other. He wasn’t ready to fully admit everything, but there were some things he needed to get off his chest. Maybe it was the high, or maybe it was him desperate to feel accepted after a harsh rejection, but he opened up. “Sam is my only friend. I guess I had Abigail too, but after tonight I don’t know anymore. She found out I’m gay and stormed off. I found out she has a crush on me and I think when she found out I’m gay, it really upset her.” a hand gently placed itself on his shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry Sebastian. That sounds devastating,” Elliott’s words comforted Sebastian, but he couldn’t stop the tears welling up in his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks and Elliott’s hand lifted up to cup Sebastian’s cheeks. Elliott wiped away the tears with his thumb gently. 

Sebastian never really cried, he mostly got angry. But at that moment, he felt safe. Tears freely rolled down his cheeks as he began truly crying. Elliott quickly pulled him into a hug, letting Sebastian cry into his chest as his arms wrapped around the smaller man. They stayed like that until Sebastian stopped.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry,” Sebastian began apologizing. “I don’t wanna mess up your nice clothes. This is so embarrassing, I’m sorry.”

“Oh please don’t fret handsome, I promise I can clean them up,” Elliott soothed Sebastian’s worry. “Please, if you ever need company, just come to my home on the beach. It can be a shelter for you. You may express yourself there however you need Sebastian. I need to head back to work on my novel, but come see me soon please.” The man smiled wide, grabbing Sebastian's hand and kissing it once again. 

“Goodnight,” was all Sebastian managed to get out. Elliott let go of his hand and turned, beginning the walk home. Sebastian stood there stunned for a while, trying to regain his composure. He wasn’t angry before, but that had changed quickly with Elliott’s disappearance.  Why in the fuck had he started crying? He embarrassed himself in front of the most beautiful man he’s ever seen! He lit up his last joint and while inhaling, he angrily threw the lighter as far as he could. 

‘Shit.’ Sebastian thought. ‘ That was my last lighter.’

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Days passed before Sebastian came out of his room again. His mom had been bringing him down food, of course she knew something was up after Abigail made a scene and left in a hurry. He’d ignore Abigail’s request to come down to the basement and talk too, telling his mom to send her home. The only one who had really seen him was Sam, who stopped by whenever he had the chance. He wasn’t sure how to best comfort Sebastian though, making their interactions quiet. They enjoyed the peace together regardless. 

Sebastian was woken up early by the sound of knocking, his door knob clicking open shortly after. In came Demetrius, truly the last thing Sebastian wanted to see right now. He groaned quietly and rolled over, pretending to be asleep. 

“Wake up,” Demetrius demanded. “There’s someone here for you.” Sebastian groaned once again, this time sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he opened them, he was greeted by a familiar friendly face. 

“Hello Sebastian,” Elliott said, plopping himself on the edge of the bed. “I’m terribly sorry for waking you.” 

“Let me know if you need anything, Elliott. Stay out of trouble Sebastian,” Demetrius turned and left, closing the door behind him. He left the two of them alone.

‘ He still has no idea,’ Sebastian celebrated quietly in his mind. His parents finding out he was gay would have meant the end for his social life, as his only real friend was Sam, and maybe possibly Elliott. If his parents had found out, there was no way either of them would be allowed over with the door closed. 

“I had no idea Robin was your mother,” Elliott started. “I ran into her at Pierre’s today. I overheard her talking about you.” He swallowed and his cheeks began to flush. “I was quite worried, you know? You never came to see me after that night.”

Sebastian shifted uncomfortably. He was still in his boxers, though his lower half was covered by his blankets. Regardless, he felt exposed again, unsure of how to respond to someone so beautiful being genuinely concerned about him. Something about Elliott made him feel special, and that made the disappointment in Elliott’s voice harder to bear. 

Elliott seemed to take notice of Sebastian’s current train of thought, his demeanor shifting to something more kind. He kicked his shoes off and swung his feet around, shifting so they were underneath himself. This allowed him to close some of the distance between them as he took Sebastian’s hands in his. 

“Please don’t misunderstand, I am in no way upset with you darling,” Elliott spoke softly. “Your mom said you haven’t left your room since Friday night. I’m worried for your wellbeing.”

“I’m fine,” Sebastian attempted to say, but it came out more of a squeak than anything. His breath was caught in his throat, tears welling up in his eyes as they had that night. He swallowed harshly before trying to assure Elliott once again. “Really, I’m okay. I like being alone.”

Elliott gave a knowing smile. Of course Sebastian didn’t like being alone, he was just an independent person. He had to do things himself, which usually meant doing them by himself. He loved having Sam with him though, and had even come to appreciate Abigail’s presence on occasion. He definitely appreciated Elliott’s company. 

“I’m quite reclusive too,” Elliott continued with his soft tone. “After being alone for so long it gets… well, lonesome.” He chuckled. “It’s best to leave the house at least once a week. It’s Wednesday now, why don't you accompany me down to the beach?” 

Sebastian finally looked up to make eye contact with the man. He had been avoiding it, not wanting to show himself in any capacity at the moment, but Elliott’s invitation excited him. The beach sounded amazing, made even more enticing by the gorgeous man inviting Sebastian to walk alongside him. Elliott smiled as their eyes met, and they sat looking at each other for a second. Sebastian quickly turned, realizing how embarrassing the situation was for him. Not only was he staring into alluring green eyes, Elliott was smiling back. And he was still only in his boxers, great. 

“Um, I’m still in my b-boxers,” Sebastian admitted quietly. 

“Oh gosh!” Elliott blushed and dropped his gaze away from Sebastian. “I’m so sorry, would you like me to grab you something to wear?” 

Sebastian directed Elliott to the dresser drawer holding his sweatpants. As he handed them over, Elliott avoided eye contact completely, face still flushed red. He turned completely around and covered his eyes with his hands.

‘Cute,’ Sebastian thought, his own face blushing a bit as he stood and stepped into his pants, pulling them up in one swift motion. As he bent and pulled his pant legs up to be around his ankles, he looked up to face Elliott’s backside. He blushed slightly as he tried to memorize it quickly before snapping back up. By Sebastian’s standards, Elliott had a nice ass. It was large and round, something he hadn’t noticed until now. He announced that he was finished dressing, and Elliott turned around to meet him. Elliott’s cheeks were still pink. 

“Anything else I can do for you handsome?” Elliott asked sweetly. Sebastian wondered how in the world Elliott could continue to be so kind to him. He reached for his hoodie and pulled it over himself

“No,” Sebastian answered. “I just need to put on my shoes, then we can go.” Elliott beamed. He seemed genuinely excited to walk with Sebastian to the beach, making the younger man blush slightly as he began to put on his shoes. Elliott opened the door and motioned him through with a smile.

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The walk to the beach had been wonderful. Elliott had filled the silence with his beautiful ramblings, much to Sebastian’s delight. He hadn’t really talked in days, and still wasn’t feeling up to it. Elliott took him down to the other side of the docks than his normal, all the way down to the bench on the opposite side of Willy’s place. Elliot sat and tapped the spot next to him with a smile. Sebastian sat himself and they both turned to look out at the ocean. They fell quiet, the call of seagulls and the sound of the waves filling in the absence of conversation. It was serene. 

Sebastian slowly closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He had almost forgotten how the sea smelled. He really only came out here in the rain, which muddled the true scent. At the moment, it smelled like sand, salt water, a bit of dead fish, and an earthy cologne, which was almost floral. He wasn't quite sure if the last was actually coming from the environment, no matter how wonderfully it mixed with it. 

“What’s your cologne?” Sebastian asked curiously. It was an embarrassing question, he admitted to himself, but he was sure he’d like to smell this again at some point. 

“Huh?” Elliott perked up, blushing. “Oh! Um…” He thought about it for a second. “Would you like to see it?” 

“Sure,” Sebastian answered before he truly thought about the implications. A blush rose in his face as he realized seeing the cologne likely meant going inside Elliott’s home. Elliott rose from the bench, then turned to hold out a hand to help Sebastian up. He took it and stood up, preparing for Elliott to drop his hand. To his pleasant surprise, Elliott instead trailed his fingers down the length of Sebastian’s hand, lacing their fingers together. They both blushed as Elliott led the way forward. 

They approached the small shack on the shore and Elliott pushed the door open, no lock to be undone. Inside his home was a piano, a writing desk, and his bed. There were other nicknacks and small things around, but it was still very barebones. 

‘A true artist’s home,’ Sebastian thought. Elliott led him inside by the hand, closing the door behind them and they walked inside. Sebastian immediately gravitated to the piano, choosing to sit there and press a few keys. 

“Do you play?” Elliott asked with a tinge of excitement in his voice. “I saw the keyboard in your room.”

“I do,” Sebastian replied. “Sam and I are in a band with Abigail. At least, I think we still are…” He trailed off. Elliott sat on the bench next to him, Sebastian scooching a bit so they fit slightly better. Their shoulders were touching a tad, pressing together more as Elliott began to play a melody. Watching slender fingers gracefully slide along the keys, Sebastian wished he could stay in that moment for a while. He watched Elliott’s face as he continued, his eyes closed as he expertly moved his hands. Elliott looked angelic, the midday sun shining blindingly through the windows. His hair shimmered in gold tones as he moved slightly with each key press, and his skin glowed in the sunlight. 

Upon playing the final note, Elliott opened his eyes, turning with a smile to Sebastian. He caught the dark haired boy staring, blood rushing to both of their cheeks. He found the other adorable. Sebastian’s eyes were always fixed on him, something he could tell even through the younger man’s bangs, which covered a considerable amount. Something about Sebastian was intriguing to Elliott. He couldn't figure out if it was the cute messy hair, the sheepish reactions, or the genuine connection he felt between them that had convinced him, but regardless he was interested.

They had talked for hours on the dock that day. Elliott knew if he had left Sebastian would’ve caught a cold from standing in the rain. It seemed the young man needed company, something he learned was true that night by the lake. 

Elliott stared at Sebastian’s face, eyes falling down to his lips. He thought they looked soft, but somehow still conveyed the loneliness he found in the man’s eyes. Would they feel better pressed against his own? Elliott pondered this for a bit, before deciding to perform a test. 

“Can I kiss you Sebastian?” He asked boldly. He had no idea if the other had any feelings for him, but he surely had them. Through their long talks and frequent exchanges, Elliot had grown to be fond of the shorter man. Sebastian’s eyes expressed surprise, and his face bloomed with red. 

“Ah, Um… I’d like that…” Sebastian’s voice trailed off as Elliott smiled and leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. He shut his own and leaned in. He felt similarly to Elliott, having taken a liking to the chiseled man. Their lips pressed together gently, and at first they struggled to find their rhythm. It had been a long time since either of them had kissed another, and Sebastian had only ever done it a few times before. It wasn’t long until they got the hang of it though, their lips moving in tandem. 

Sebastian tasted like smoke and soda, product of his last few days of isolation, while Elliott tasted like pomegranates and sugar. They each found the other's taste tantalizing and endearing, hungrily kissing for more. Their lips were tingling from the electricity between them.

Sebastian was the first one to break the kiss, panting a bit from forgetting to breathe. Elliott had a flushed face, paired with the largest grin he’d had in years. Sebastian looked up at him, making eye contact, and returned a small shy smile. 

"There it is, that beautiful smile has finally shown itself,” Elliott remarked softly. Sebastian wasn’t sure if his cheeks could get redder, but they certainly got warmer. He decided to end the embarrassing ordeal by crashing his lips back into Elliott’s again, this time remembering to breathe so it could last.

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Sam had gone to Sebastian’s house after work, heading immediately to the basement. He knocked, and when he heard nothing, he turned the knob and went inside. He figured Sebastian was napping, or had headphones on, but he found the room empty, Sebastian’s usual hoodie and shoes missing. He turned and went back up stairs, going toward the kitchen. He found Robin there, cooking dinner.

“Hi Ma’am,” He started, “Where is Seb at?”

“Oh, hi Sam. He left with that new author who lives on the beach I believe. He didn’t tell anyone where they were going though,” she explained.

“Oh, alright, I’ll go find them,” Sam smiled, attempting to reassure his friend’s obviously worried mother.

“Thank you Sam. Please tell him to be safe, and that dinner’s going to be cold by the time he gets home.”

“Of course Ma’am.” Sam turned and walked back through the house. He headed down to the beach, passing by Penny, who called him over. 

Sam and Penny hadn’t really talked in months, ever since Sebastian came out to him. He had feelings for both of them, and knew he himself was polyamorous by that point, but felt he had to make a choice at that moment. Either pursue Sebastian, or continue the uncertain relationship with Penny, as he didn’t ever think they would agree to all be together. He could tell Penny didn’t want to commit, she definitely had a different image for her future than him and Seb. She was flirty, but never wanted anything beyond that, which left Sam longing for a meaningful romantic connection. One he hoped he might find with his decision to go after Sebastian. 

He didn't always have a crush on Sebastian, but by the time they were adults and they revealed their sexualities to each other, he couldn’t get the older boy off his mind. Yeah, Alex had been his ‘gay awakening’, but Sebastian was who really sparked his interest in exploring relationships with men. He found his friend extremely attractive, having caught glimpses of rarely-exposed pale skin whenever Sebastian changed his sweatshirt. Everything about the dark haired man turned him on. Sebastian’s laugh was music to his ears, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss smoke into the other's mouth everytime they lit up together. He thought day and night about Sebastian, and had been worried sick. The man had barely eaten the past few days, let alone moved from his bed.

Penny called for Sam once more, and he redirected his course to her. 

“Hey Sam,” Penny smiled sweetly. “How is Sebastian? Maru said he’s been hiding in his room a lot lately.”

“I’m actually trying to find him right now, have you seen him at all?” Sam came across nervous, causing Penny to change her tone a bit.

“Is he missing?” She sounded extremely concerned.

“No, no, he’s with that author guy, Elliott. Just don’t know where they went.”

“I see… I haven’t seen them, I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool. Can I catch you later? Robin asked me to tell him dinner’s done when I find him.”

“Sure. Catch you later…” Penny sounded disappointed, as Sam turned and sighed quietly. He hated upsetting her, but Sebastian suddenly leaving the house with the man he was eyeing down at the bar was somewhat concerning to Sam. 

Sam continued on his way to the beach, and upon nearing the bridge, Sebastian came into view. He was standing next to Elliott, coming in Sam’s direction. Sam began to quicken his pace, calling out for Sebastian with a waving hand high in the air. As he got closer, he noticed the two were holding hands. A bad feeling blossomed in his abdomen but he continued his approach.

“Sam!” Sebastian shouted, waving back with his free hand. Sebastian had a slight grin on his face and blushed cheeks . Elliott was smiling as well, his free hand tucked in his front pocket. Sam stopped, now standing in front of the pair.

“Where the hell did you go?” Sam asked, anxiety making his voice shake.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Sebastian seemed worried, dropping Elliott’s hand to run his own through his messy mane nervously.

“You weren’t home when I got off work,” Sam started, his voice almost frantic. “Your mom had no idea where you went. She's worried about you man. You hide in your room all day for almost a week, then randomly leave the house with some guy?” 

“Some guy?” Sebastian retorted. He could feel the anger rising up in him. He wasn’t in the mood to have his decisions questioned, nor was he going to let Sam’s comment about his new friend slide. “He has a name you know. Don’t be a fucking prick dude.”

“It’s alright Seb, really. We should have told your mother where we were heading,” Elliott spoke calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. Sebastian huffed and looked away as he continued, now addressing Sam. “I apologize, I was not aware the two of you had plans tonight.”

“I’m sorry I called you ‘some guy’ Elliott, Seb just scared me half to death going missing like that.” Sam sighed, causing Sebastian to turn back and apologize for snapping at him. 

“Oh!” Sam perked up suddenly, remembering the task at hand. “Your mom was making dinner, it should be done by now.”

“We should get you heading home then beautiful,” Elliott gently placed a hand onto the small of Sebastian’s back.

‘ Beautiful?’ Sam thought. ‘ Does he always call people that? Or…’ He stopped himself, the warning lights flashing in his head. Despite Sebastian coming out as gay, he had never expressed that he had liked anyone. Hell, he hadn’t even talked about his taste in men with Sam. Sam just figured he didn’t find anyone in the Valley interesting, afterall he was a loner. The blond had never even considered the idea of him taking a liking to someone who moved in. Yes, Sam found Elliott attractive, but he would’ve never guessed Sebastian would too.

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The walk up the mountain felt like torture as Sam’s mind ran wild. Elliott and Sebastian had begun holding hands again after they had gone through town, causing his thoughts to race faster. As they approached the door, Sam prayed for Elliott to leave. As much as he liked the guy, he wanted to grill Sebastian and get much needed answers to his questions. 

Elliott turned to Sebastian as they stepped in front of the door. “Will I see you tomorrow for our date, my love?” He asked. Sebastian’s eyes darted over to Sam, catching blond eye brows furrow at the pet name. 

“Yeah,” Sebastian spoke quietly, eyes dropping to focus on the pebbled ground as he blushed. Elliott, oblivious to Sam’s devastation, leaned forward to plant a kiss on top of dark tangled locks. That kiss threatened Sam with a future full of meaningless relationships. 

“Goodnight darling,” Elliott smiled, then turned to Sam. “Goodnight to you as well. Please be safe returning home tonight handsome.” 

“Goodnight Elliott,” Sam replied. He was clearly startled by the compliment, but tried to cover it up so as to not embarrass himself. Elliott began the walk home, leaving the two childhood friends in awkward silence. The only noises were sounds of birds chirping and the scratch of rock on rock as they both shifted uncomfortably. 

“Are you two… dating now?” Sam could barely bring himself to say it. 

“Yeah, I think,” Sebastian replied, anxiety evident in his voice. “He woke me up this morning and made me walk down to the beach. He played piano for me, and we kissed. I was still tired, so he had me rest while he wrote, and I fell asleep in his bed. When I woke up, he asked me on a date for tomorrow. Then he started walking me home.” 

Sam was happy Sebastian had made a new friend, and was even happy he found someone he liked. But it made his chest ache at the same time. He wanted the other to be happy more than anything, but he had hoped he would be the boy of Sebastian’s dreams. He felt a wave of conflicting emotions crash over him as he took a big breath in, sighing as he released it. He had thought to tell Sebastian how he felt before, and now it didn’t seem to want to leave his mind. He wanted to speak his peace, before it was way too late, but instead he swallowed the sore lump in his throat. 

“Cool,” Sam’s heart twinged. “I’m happy for you bro.”

“You’re upset Sam. I can tell. Please tell me what’s going on.” Sebastian’s voice shook. 

‘ Uh oh. I’m Busted.’ Sam thought, realizing his only option was to tell the truth. 

Not taking the time to think before he acted, Sam blurted out: “I like you Seb. More than friends.”

Sebastian stared at the other boy, utterly shocked. He never once thought his best friend would be attracted to him. Sam’s face was beet red, his eyebrows knit together as he intensely looked at the ground. Sebastian’s chest ached, and without much thought he spun, turning himself to face his best friend. Sam looked up, and their eyes made contact. Sebastian hesitated for a moment, before leaning in, smashing his lips into Sam’s. He surprised the other, who took a second before closing his eyes and kissing back.

‘ I’ll speak to Elliott, he’ll understand.’ Sebastian thought, trying to push aside any guilt to enjoy the moment. ‘ Sam’s polyamorous, and even said he found Elliott hot, maybe they’d be into a group…’ His mind trailed off. What exactly did he want from them? He knew he’d have to think about it, but the kiss heated up, distracting him. 

Sam had inched forward, pressing their bodies together. His hands came up, one going to hold Sebastian’s waist, the other cupping the dark haired boy’s cheek. Sebastian lifted his own, placing them around Sam’s shoulders, lacing his right fingers in blonde tufts to deepen the kiss. Sparks flew between the two of them, and as they pulled away they both smiled. Their eyes met again, and Sebastian immediately started rambling nervously.

“I had no idea you liked me, I like you a lot, I like Elliott too, I don’t know if he’s into poly-” He was cut short.

“I don’t care. I want you to be happy,” Sam spoke in an endearing tone. “I can live with not being yours, as long as you’re happy.” Sebastian’s eyes welled up a bit with tears. Sam had always been like this, kind and caring no matter what it put him through. His chest felt heavy, anxiety closing in on him. He wasn’t really ready to make a decision between the two, he wanted both men equally. They were both so soft and kind to him, they made him feel valued and he wanted to be surrounded by that entirely. He always felt so alone, he didn’t want to give up either one of the only people he had left.

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Tears rolled down Sebastian’s face as he stared forward blankly. His eyes were dull, exhaustion from his thoughts evident on his face. Sam quickly picked up on the change in the other boy’s demeanor, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“It’s okay dude, really,” Sam said. “Do you wanna go inside?” Sebastian nodded and he let go. “Why don’t you head downstairs and I’ll grab your dinner from your mom?” He grabbed Sebastian’s hand and let him inside as the shorter man wiped away his tears. When they parted at the top of the stairs, he gave the black haired boy’s hand a light squeeze of reassurance, before heading back toward the kitchen to find Demetrius and Robin discussing Sebastian.

“Hey,” He said once they came into view, not wanting to hear whatever bullshit was coming from Sebastian’s stepfather’s mouth. Demetrius was pretty consistently talking shit about Sebastian from what he gathered, this being the reason for many of their fights.

“Oh, Sam! You’re back, where’s Sebby?” Robin jumped, surprised by the intrusion. 

“He went down to the basement. He’s got a headache,” Sam lied. “He wants to go to bed, but asked me to bring him dinner so he can eat first. I’ll bring the dishes back up and do them before I leave.” Demetrius huffed angrily. 

“Oh…” Robin replied. She was clearly upset, but didn’t seem to want to bother Sebastian at the same time. “We’ll leave him be, but can you tell him I said goodnight please? And that I love him.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you Sam.”

“No problem, goodnight to you both.”

“Goodnight.”

“Don’t stay here too late,” Demetrius warned. “You’ll make your mother worry.”

Sam huffed under his breath, taking the untouched dinner plate off the table and turning to head to Sebastian’s room. His feet carried him down the steps hurriedly, wanting to get back to the other boy as soon as possible. He twisted the door knob and pushed open the door, looking inward to catch Sebastian’s entirely exposed chest. His shirt had gotten pulled up to his neck while he was taking off his hoodie, pink nipples like cherries on top of the whipped cream that was his pale skin. Sam stopped dead, almost dropping Sebastian’s dinner on the floor. As he stared, breath hitched in his throat, Sebastian threw the black hoodie onto the floor and pulled back down his shirt. He then made eye contact with Sam, causing the blond boy to blush. A small blush creeped onto his own cheeks, realizing what the younger boy had probably seen. 

“Sorry,” Sam started, turning his gaze toward the wood floor. “I got your dinner. Your mom wanted me to tell you goodnight, and that she loves you.” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes slightly, before making a mental note to apologize to his mother tomorrow morning. She was a worrier, more out of fear he’d embarrass her than anything it seemed. She didn’t understand or even really know him. He longed for a true connection with her, but Demetrius made that harder every day. He felt the anger rising up in himself, and he furrowed his brows. Sam took notice, setting the plate down on the computer desk before sitting on the bed next to Sebastian.

“Sit,” Sam instructed kindly. Sebastian obeyed, plopping himself down immediately. The room smelled of weed and rotten wood, and the flavor of Sebastian’s kiss was still on his tongue. He wanted to taste it again, but Sebastian was in no state to be making out again. As they turned to face each other, Sam instead decided to pull him into a hug. He held him tightly, attempting to sooth the other by rubbing circles into his back. Sebastian’s eyebrows relaxed as he let out a sigh. 

“What do you need?” Sam asked softly. “Take all the time you need to think about it Seb.” They sat in silence for a while, the hum of the A/C and footsteps upstairs the only sounds. Sebastian’s head lay on Sam’s shoulder, his shaky breath tickling the other’s nape. 

Sam began to revel in the moment. He almost never normally saw Sebastian in raw emotional moments. Sebastian forced himself to be composed, to conceal parts of himself he was unsure about. He never cried where Sam could see, often just getting passive aggressive or angry. Sebastian was so full of rage, but he longed to get rid of the emotion. He wanted to feel normal , he didn’t want to continue to hate his life and everyone around him. 

In the warmth of Sam’s hug, Sebastian felt safe, allowing him to calm himself. He thought critically for a long time about what he was going to do, and weighing the outcomes. He was determined to not let fear ruin him. He wanted to work hard to be happy, for Sam. Even if neither of the men understood what he was about to do. 

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Sam walked home with unanswered questions, but Sebastian gave him instructions to come meet him tomorrow near Elliott’s home at nine a.m.. He had even gotten a kiss goodbye, something that left the blond with butterflies and a blush as he made his way. He was unable to sleep all night, staring at the clock as the time passed. He thought over the day's events and theorized about what was to come. His thoughts returned to the kiss time and time again over the course of the night, lighting his cheeks aflame with a blush each time. He really liked Sebastian, and wanted nothing more than to be able to kiss him anytime, even if it meant sharing him with Elliott. He had cut off Sebastian’s sentence, but the bit he had heard led him to believe maybe he wasn’t the only one into polyamory. The more he thought about it, being with the two of them wouldn’t be bad. Elliott was beautiful, and his words were gentle and romantic whenever they spoke. He felt butterflies thinking about the eldest of the three, just as he did with Sebastian. They knew each other much less than Sebastian and Elliott did, but he was more than happy to talk to the man to make it work.

At around four a.m., an odd thought crossed his mind. ‘ How would we all have sex?’ . This caused his mind to race. Seeing Sebastian fully naked had been a fantasy of his for a while, but he had yet to think of what the author would look like unclothed. Elliott’s clothes were always perfectly fitting, as if he had them tailored, so Sam felt he could get a good idea in the moment. The idea of the two of their bodies stripped of all clothing made his boxers feel tighter. ‘ Well, shit. Why not?’

Sam got up out of bed, shucking his boxers off before he laid back down. His cock was just starting to harden, so he experimentally began to wrap his hand around it. His thoughts were on the two other men, imagining his own hands and mouth exploring their bodies. He knew Sebastian liked to be bitten, something he’d divulged in an alcohol-fueled conversation about their kinks. That was the first time Sam had thought of Sebastian that way, many more times following suit. Sebastian had admitted to being a virgin that night too, something Sam was surprised by. Tons of people in town had a crush on the dark haired angel, from Abigail to Alex. Many had made comments to Sam, almost hinting at wanting him to be their wingman of sorts. Sam figured someone had broken that wall and the relationship had just ended, and was shocked to learn nobody ever had. Sebastian had never even had a partner. Sam longed to take Sebastian's virginity, to break the wall and open him up to a world of pleasure. He wasn’t too disappointed by the thought of sharing that moment with Elliott, in fact it turned him on further. 

As his cock hardened against his playful hand, he thought about Sebastian underneath him. He bet Sebastian would twitch and gasp at the curl of Sam’s fingers inside him, as Sam lightly probed at his prostate. Thinking about stretching Sebastian out so he could fit himself inside, he wondered where Elliott fit into this. He thought first about watching the two gorgeous men’s lips connected in a soft but passionate kiss, Elliott then raising himself up to offer up his own cock to Sebastian’s mouth. Sam began to pull on himself slowly, mind stuck on the image of Sebastian taking Elliott into his mouth. He imagined Elliott being larger than himself, but he knew Sebastian was only a half inch smaller than himself. They had measured themselves that drunken night. 

Sam’s pace quickened as he presumed the kind of moans he would hear from the other two. He envisioned Sebastian’s would be quiet and shy, while Elliott’s were louder but dignified. He was such a composed man, but Sam wanted to watch him lose that composure. He wondered what Elliott’s lips were like, and how he tasted. They looked soft, and were a perfect shade of pink, the color complimenting his eyes and hair. 

In his fantasy, he pushed himself into Sebastian’s entrance, earning a meek moan from the beautiful man before him. He earned a smile from Elliott, who leaned in to kiss him. Sebastian reached up to wrap a hand around the brunette’s length, jerking it off slowly. Elliott pulled out of the kiss, and Sam slowly dragged himself out of Sebastian before pressing forward again. Elliott shifted himself to sit above Sebastian’s face, giving Sam full view of his back muscles and perfect ass. He tapped himself against Sebastian’s stuck out tongue, who was eager and ready to take the large cock before him. His mind continued the scenario, pretending his right hand had been swapped for the muscle wall of Sebastian’s hole. 

Sam didn’t last long, he never did with his vivid imagination. In minutes, his hips were bucking forward, cum spurting out onto his chest. He continued, slowing down until the last drop dribbled out. He laid still for a few moments, before sitting up a bit to reach over for a tissue. He cleaned himself off and got up to pull his boxers back up his legs. Once dressed, he took care of the tissue and headed into the bathroom for an early morning shower.

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Sebastian wasn’t sleeping either, deciding to go up to the garage to work on his motorcycle. He had been meaning to change the oil for the past week, but had been a bit preoccupied with isolating himself. He wanted to take it out for a ride, which meant late night work, Sebastian’s favorite. He got straight to it, letting his hands work expertly as he thought over his decision. He truly hoped Elliott and Sam would be up to it. 

Sebastian planned to ask them both out. That meant buying two bouquets, which meant going out of town tonight. There was no way he was buying two at Abigail’s dad’s store. In fact, he was probably going to two different stores, neither of them Pierre’s. 

The oil change was over quick and so were his two store trips. The ride there and back left him uneasy, as anxiety chewed away at his mind. He had no idea how this was going to go, but it was too late to go back, especially after he paid over four hundred G. 

Kicking the stand out on his bike, he swung his leg over to stand next to it. He unlocked his helmet’s latch, removing it and shaking out his hair as he always did. He sat the helmet down and dropped his faux leather jacket off his shoulders, laying it over the back. He grabbed the bouquets from his bike’s bag and closed the garage door on the way into his house. He sneaked down to his room quickly, not wanting to get caught with the gifts. 

Entering his room, Sebastian set the flowers on his dresser. He pulled off his hoodie one again, face blushing as he remembered what Sam had likely seen earlier today. He wondered what Sam thought about it. He assumed Sam was attracted to his body in some capacity, had the sight been enjoyable? Sebastian’s face blushed at the thought. Nobody else had ever seen him naked. He barely saw himself naked outside of showers, usually wearing a shirt even when jacking off. He’d seen the other naked plenty of times, though he always looked away to respect Sam’s privacy. Sam was slightly muscular, way more toned than himself. He wasn’t exactly working out every day like Alex, after all. Sam, however, spent most days playing guitar and skateboarding, building up both his arm and leg muscles. 

Those arm muscles were on Sebastian’s mind quite often. Sam never caught him staring during practice, he was too busy watching his own hands play to look at either bandmate. Abigail often had her eyes shut as well-she was always very into the music. This left Sebastian free to etch Sam’s flexed arms into his memory over and over again. Summer was the best time of year for practice, as Sam wore a low cut tank top on the hottest days. Those left very, very, little to the imagination. 

The only thing Sebastian had yet to see was Sam hard, but he knew his size. He learned it one drunken night in the basement, after Sam and him had openly discussed their sexual preferences. He was seriously lacking in the experience department, so there wasn’t much for him to share. Sam had sexual relationships with both genders-Penny and Alex-so he had a good idea of what he liked. He excitedly discussed his kinks with his best friend, something that made Sebastian’s blood flow south, same as it was now. 

Sebastian dropped his extremely tight pants, slight hardon bouncing up but still constrained by his boxers. He figured jacking off could take his mind off his nervousness, or at least tire him out, so he dropped his boxers too. He opened the bottom left drawer of his dresser, revealing the blanket hiding Sebastian’s most intimate collection. He uncovered them and pulled out three items; lube, toy cleaner, and his favorite-a deep blue dildo. It was seven inches in length, matching Sam in size. He had chosen dark blue because it reminded him of the jacket Sam wore almost every day. He blushed as he thought of the other, wondering if Sam had ever jerked off to him. 

Moving onto his bed, he sat on his knees, laying the dildo down in front of him. He thought about Elliott, pondering the size of the older man. Was he larger or smaller than Sam? What about himself? If everything worked out in Sebastian’s favor, he was more than happy to purchase another one matching Elliott’s size when he learned it, probably in green. 

Sebastian popped open the lid of the lubricant with a click, tilting it to pour a bit over his fingers. His hand traveled downward, beginning to probe at the outer ring of his asshole. He rubbed it gently as he hummed, his cock standing at full attention now. He slowly inserted a finger, sighing as he lowered his hips on to it. He continued with his prep, moaning quietly and preoccupying his mind with perverse thoughts. 

His fantasy saw him entirely naked between Elliott and Sam, with his back turned to the oldest of the three. Sam and Sebastian were making out, Sam’s hands in the same position they were during their earlier kiss. He could still remember the intoxicating taste: Joja cola and greasy pepperoni pizza. Elliott’s hands were wrapped around Sebastian’s front, one caressing Sam’s chest, the other playing with the dark haired boy’s nipples. Elliott was planting kisses along Sebastian's neck and shoulder, occasionally biting down and sucking, dark marks forming against his pale skin. Sebastian shuddered at the thought. He loved the idea of being marked by someone, signs of their ownership over him visible to others. He had three fingers inside him now, stretching him out to comfortably take the blue cock before him. 

Sebastian pulled out his fingers, grabbing the bottle of lube and dildo in each hand. He dribbled the liquid over the tip, before dropping the bottle and spreading it over the cock. He placed it underneath him, leaning forward slightly to hold it in place. He used his opposite hand to steady himself and lowered onto it, a low whine escaping his mouth as he was stretched that little bit further. As he hit the base, he took note of how full he felt, wondering if he would feel the same with Elliott. 

Returning back to his daydream as he slowly slid himself up and down, Sebastian imagined Elliott’s cock pressed against his backside, and Sam’s knocking against his own lightly as they kissed. Sebastian tweaked his own nipples between his fingers, simulating what he assumed Elliot would do. They had always been super sensitive, something he was a tad embarrassed about. However, he had a strong feeling that this would be taken advantage of by the two the second the cat came out of the bag, and that excited him. He sped up a bit, ass bouncing a tad as he lifted himself up and lowered back down. His moans picked up, but he was careful to be quiet enough to stay unheard. His fantasy immediately shifted, skipping any foreplay. He began to think about Sam and Elliott taking turns removing him of his virginity, Sam going first. He thought Sam would be a rougher fuck, similarly to the way he kissed. Sam was excited and hungry for more, this coming across in every movement of his body. 

While he imagined Sam would pound him into the sheets, he figured Elliott would take a softer approach. Elliott’s kisses were soft but full of passion, and Sebastian was confident he would fuck the same way. Elliott was more likely to take him in missionary, wanting to kiss him as they made love. 

Sebastian’s peak was coming, bouncing a little harsher as he got closer. He bit his lip to hold back louder moans as he envisioned Sam and Elliott cumming onto his face. He liked the idea of them making him a mess, cum clumping in his eyelashes and dripping down his tongue. He thought of the two praising him, calling Sebastian a ‘good boy’ who ‘took them so well’. With a muffled whine, Sebastian came at that thought, ropes of white painting his black sheets. It was the hardest he had come in a while, the cum covering an impressive distance. He slowly pulled himself off his toy before plopping down to catch his breath. He really did not want to do laundry, instead deciding to chuck the thin sheet out and replace it, before laying in bed to attempt getting some sleep.

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After leaving the two friends, Elliott had decided to pay a visit to Leah, hoping to pick up some bud to surprise Sebastian with. He had expressed interest in trying her supply, and Elliott wanted nothing more than to please him, in more ways than one. 

It wasn’t well known that Sam was bisexual, let alone polyamorous. Regardless, somehow Leah had learned of this. When telling Elliott about the people in town, she had mentioned this to him, sparking a plan in Elliott’s mind that he remembered whenever he saw the blond. Recently, the idea had morphed, putting an identity to the ambiguous third person in Elliott’s scheme. 

Elliott had always seen himself as polyamorous. He felt as though love was to be shared with multiple parties, not locked away between two people. In Elliott’s eyes, there was no deeper way to love than to share; And he was more than happy to share his love with Sebastian and Sam. He had taken a deep interest in the two younger men, finding them both extremely adorable. He could tell they were in love by the way they gazed at the other when they weren’t looking, hoping to unite the two with a common goal: himself. 

Leaving Leah’s house after securing the goods, Elliott started the stroll home. He was excited for his date with Sebastian tomorrow, hoping to use the event to learn more about his relationship with Sam. He wasn’t confident that Sebastian was polyamorous, but he hoped he could at least make a convincing argument. His mind was stuck on the two, picturing the three of them together. His mind ventured into a more bold area of thought, having already considered the basic details of their possible relationship. As he headed home, perverted ideas flooded him. 

‘ Is it too early to make love with Sebastian tomorrow?’ He pondered the question for a moment. ‘ How would he react to my advances? Has he ever even been with someone in that way?’ The thought of being Sebastian’s first made him smile. His smile widened as he considered letting Sam be Sebastian’s first, himself standing back to watch all of their mannerisms. 

Elliott imagined Sam would make wonderful faces, loudly moaning with blond eyebrows knit as he pounded into his best friend. Sebastian wouldn’t be beaten though, as Elliott guessed his facial expressions would be beautifully pornographic, especially paired with his noises. The way the younger man had panted after their kiss had made Elliott’s pants tighter, and he longed for another moment like that.

Fantasizing about Sebastian gasping for air beneath his close companion, Elliott arrived at his cabin. He began to undress, stripping down to his boxers as his mind raced. He knew he needed to rest, but he was fully thinking with his dick now. Pulling down his boxers, his erection swung upward, smacking quietly against the bottom of his stomach. He kicked his undergarment to the side and laid in his bed. The sheets smelled slightly like Sebastian, the faint aroma of his smoking habit clinging to them even after he left. Surrounded by the cute boy’s scent, Elliott’s cock throbbed. He wanted to inhale deeper, to fill his senses with the smell. 

Elliott wrapped a hand gently around himself, taking a sharp inhale with the sudden pulse of pleasure. He speculated about what Sam would smell like, and if the two scents would be complementary. He sighed as he slowly slid his hand up his length, pressing his thumb against the slit as he reached the head. He hadn’t done this in a while, and it showed, with how sensitive he had become. His body jerked to some degree at the sensation, a low groan escaping his lips. He longed to feel the heat of the men on his mind, thinking about how he would touch them, and more eagerly about how they would touch each other. 

Elliott was always a kind lover, getting off on his partners’ pleasure instead of his own. He wanted to make the two feel sublime more than he desired his own climax. His musings were making his cock ache, yearning for some kind of sexual contact with either man. He sighed as he began to pump his length slowly, the knot in his abdomen beginning to form. He wasn’t close, but between his sensitivity and the way he mind was racing, it wouldn’t be much longer. 

Elliott’s favorite thing about Sebastian’s body was his ass. The boy wore a baggy sweatshirt everywhere, leaving most of his body to speculation, but he always had on pants that hugged him in the right places. Today, he had worn jeans so tight Elliott was able to get a near perfect picture of the younger man’s backside. It was plump and large, and Elliott itched to cup the cheeks with his hands. He wanted to see them spread, pink little asshole peeking out and begging to be ravished as the man gazed back at Elliott with lidded lustful eyes.

On the opposite hand, his favorite thing about Sam so far was his chest. He had caught a glimpse of the blond boy’s torso one especially hot day, he had worn a low cut tank top. He was slightly muscular, although he lacked definition. He had beautiful pecs, pink nipples sitting at the peak. The tank top had slid to the side with Sam’s movements, revealing a pair of pleasing buds for Elliott to fantasize about. He craved touching them, one sucked between his teeth, the other being flicked by playful thin fingers. He imagined Sam would whine at this, his nipples had likely stayed untouched as this was usually missed for men. Elliott was determined to give them more than enough attention, for both men. 

Elliott groaned loudly as his pace quickened. The thought of fucking the two best friends exhilarated him, making the pressure in his gut build. He was gasping for breath, much the same way he imagined Sebastian would be. Elliott was erotic himself, his moans loud and unrestricted. He hadn’t had to worry about family hearing him in years, and with the isolation of the beach, he could be as loud as he wanted anytime he liked. This led to him becoming a bit rowdy in his age, even when he was only touching himself. 

Elliott found sex heavenly and beautiful. To him, there was no greater act to express his emotions toward the two. As he got closer to his climax, he thought how each boy would react to their own. He imagined Sebastian would gasp first, a low whine leaving beautiful lips as cum shot forward-something Elliott desperately wanted to taste. Alternatively, he thought Sam would cum loudly, a deep moan filling the ears of anyone nearby. He pegged the blond as the kind of guy to enjoy cumming inside something, and Elliott was more than happy to offer up his mouth to test the flavor of Sam as well. Either way, Elliott was determined to clean any mess made by either man with his tongue. 

Thinking of the two companions reaching the pinnacle of their pleasure sent Elliott over the edge. White hot strings of cum shot out of his tip, painting his slightly chiseled chest. He moaned louder than his usual, the two men occupying his mind strengthening the force of his ejaculation. As he came down from his high, he imagined the aftercare he would gladly provide. Everything from kisses, to cuddles, to baths were on the table. He wanted the men to feel loved, for his tender touch as he cleaned them up carefully to convey his true feelings.

Really, it was the aftercare that was Elliott’s favorite. He longed to rub down the two of their bodies with a soft soapy rag, cleaning them of sweat and whatever cum had been missed by Elliott’s tongue. He wanted to share the intimacy that could only be experienced after sex, after the hormones and hardons died down, and they were left breathless and nude together. The tender touches of fingers tracing circles into his chest as the three men laid in his bed, still slightly damp from their bath, was his biggest comfort. Knowing he could affect how safe someone felt made him feel important. It made him feel like even if he never wrote a best-selling novel, he would be remembered fondly. That was all the lonely man could ask for. 

With a dirtied wet wipe tossed away and briefs pulled up around his hips, Elliott returned to his bed, mind swirling with domestic scenarios he yearned to share. He fell asleep like this, the only one of three to get any rest that night. 

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Sam had spent a lot of time after his shower making sure his hair was perfect for the day ahead. It was a daily routine for him, waking up a bit early everyday to look his best. He put a lot of care into his hair, expensive products littering the top of his dresser. Today, it was more of a shield for him. If he was going to be rejected, he was going to look damn good during it, and on the off chance things went how he hoped, he’d look perfect for a date.

Sebastian on the other hand, wasn’t so well put together for their meeting. After changing his motorcycle’s oil, getting sweaty, and not sleeping he wasn’t looking or feeling that great. He thought he stunk, even after the shower he took. He longed for a spritz of Elliott’s cologne, which he never actually ended up seeing. He wasn’t usually one to use products like that, but decided he needed it as he dug around for the bottle he had been given last Christmas by his mom. It smelled alright, not nearly as tantalizing as whatever Elliott had, but it would have to do. With the application of some deodorant and a tussle of his hair, he left the house, hiding the two bouquets in a brown paper bag he had found lying around. 

Elliott was still fast asleep when the other two met at the bridge near his house. Sebastian blushed when he caught sight of Sam, who was leaning over the railing staring down into the river. He thought Sam looked cute like that, innocent and sweet like always. He shifted how he was holding the bag, the noise alerting Sam he was coming. Sam’s head snapped back to him and he gave a sunshine smile. Sebastian’s cheeks got warmer and he smiled back shyly. Sam stood up and turned his body to meet Sebastian as he walked up.

“‘Morning Seb,” Sam said cheerily.

“‘Morning,” Sebastian replied sheepishly.

“What’s in the bag?” Sam asked.

“Oh, um…” Sebastian looked away, trying to think of how to reply. “They’re gifts… for the two of you.” Sam’s heart skipped a beat. Sebastian had bought gifts for both of them? How much cuter could he get? Why did he? What’s his plan? His mind raced with questions and Sebastian picked up on his excitement.

“Should we go to Elliott’s?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah, of course!” Sam snapped back into the moment, excitement peaking as the moment got closer. He turned, and the two began walking towards Elliott’s cabin. 

The sound of knocking caused Elliott to stir awake. He threw off his blanket and stood up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He walked over to the door and opened it slightly, hiding his body-he was only in his boxers. He was greeted by the two younger men, a great big smile on Sam’s face and a deep blush on Sebastian’s as he looked down. Elliott looked back into his home, staring at his clock. It was just after nine a.m., nowhere near time for his date with Sebastian.

“Sam, Sebastian, please don’t mistake my confusion for resentment, I’m grateful to see you both this morning, but to what do I owe the pleasure?” Elliott asked. 

“Elliott, I-we need to talk,” Sebastian started nervously. The anxiety across his features alarmed Elliott, who immediately opened the door to let the two in, careful to hide his bottom half behind the door. Sam took a seat on the edge of Elliott’s bed, Sebastian standing in the middle of the room. 

“I need to put on some pants, please excuse my attire,” Sebastian turned instinctively as Elliott began to speak. His eyes landed on Elliott’s body, bulky muscles and morning wood on full display, even with his silk boxers. Blushing red, Sebastian quickly looked away, gaze avoiding both men now. Elliott didn’t notice, as he shut the door and grabbed his pants, quickly pulling them on and zipping them up. He tried to discreetly situate himself, making his morning erection less noticeable. He also pulled on a shirt, more so out of habit than necessity. Once finished, he looked up and spoke to the two.

“What’s going on darling?” Elliott asked, stepping toward Sebastian and reaching out to take the paper bag he was holding. Sebastian held onto it, gazing up at Elliott with an anxious look. Elliott recoiled his hand slowly, instead pressing it against Sebastian’s lower back, thumb rubbing in a soothing manner. 

“Are you okay Seb?” Sam asked, looking up at him. Sebastian sighed and held out the bag.

“I don’t know if it’ll make any sense to either of you, but I went into the city last night to buy two bouquets. For both of you. I like you both,” Sebastian spoke quickly, as if they were the last words he would ever say. Sam took the bag from Sebastian, and handed it to Elliott as he rubbed Sebastian’s shoulder. Elliott unrolled the bag, reaching in to remove both bouquets. They were a little rustled, something Elliott found cute. You could tell it was the first time the man had bought flowers, and they had sat without water for a while. 

Elliott was shocked. He was blindsided by the confession, especially considering he had been touching himself to the thought of the three getting together only the night before. Having no idea where it came from, he had more than a few questions. Regardless, Elliott was ecstatic, and so was Sam. All three mens’ hearts pounding in their chests, Elliott and Sam looked at each other. 

“What do you think, Elliott?” Sam asked cautiously, nervous for the older man’s answer. The tension in the air was thick, Sebastian’s anxiety making his heart beat so loud he swore the other two could hear it. Tears began to well up in his eyes, the onset of his panic attack coming closer. He hadn’t done anything this scary in his life he thought, fights with his family paled by comparison.

“Well honestly, I’m quite dumbfounded by the suddenness of this. I regrettably haven’t been able to get to know you well yet Sam, but I’d be delighted to spend more time with you, the both of you” Elliott handed Sam the second bouquet, before placing his newly freed hand back on the small of Sebastian’s back. “I’ll gladly accept this, given Sam does as well.”

Sam smiled huge, turning to fully face Sebastian. Sebastian looked extremely excited, but you could tell he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sam crashed his lips into Sebastian’s, causing Elliott to chuckle. This kiss answered the question lingering in Sebastian’s mind, allowing him to finally let himself relax. He kissed Sam back, and held a low hand out toward Elliott. Elliott wrapped his arms around the two mens’ waists, stepping close to them as Sebastian wrapped his own arm around him. The two parted, looking up to Elliott who met them with a smile. It was a sudden development, but one the three were more than delighted with. It has been a fantasy for the three, one they were certain would never actually happen. However, to their pleasant surprise, Sebastian had kicked started things, despite being the one who was least likely to. 

“Oh, don’t stop for me my dears,” Elliott said. “I believe you’ve both had feelings for eachother for a while, please feel free. I simply ask to join in the future.” He chuckled. Sam and Sebastian both blushed bright red, Sebastian turning to look down. Sam, however, boldly kissed Elliott on the cheek, causing him to blush as well. He laughed lightly, thoroughly enjoying the company of his new partners.