Fuck Me Up, Buttercup

The sun is peeking through shut curtains, and Miles’s head is pounding. His sheets are too warm, and his head is too cold, twisting around in wrinkled denim. He feels awful. 

Miles remembers that… He met… Oh, God, there was a guy. Stupid handsome and charming. Miles had met his eyes, glanced down his body, and forgotten all inhibitions he had for the night. 

And then… Oh, fuck. Miles is so stupid. So, so, so stupid. He opens his phone, and grimaces before he can even search around.

“No condom?” Miles had asked, stifling hot, hot pants warming his sweaty throat, lips half a breath from his pulse.

“Nah,” the man had whispered, sounding thrilled, and hot, and so close to the tender skin beneath Miles’s ear that he’d arched up into that wet mouth, a whine logged in his throat. “Recently tested, promise. Unless you-”

“No,” Miles had whimpered, breathy and needy, turning his head until he could speak against plush lips, “I want you. Please, quick.”

And the man had laughed, then kissed him silly as he pressed inside.

Miles can’t remember too much, not really. But he remembers whining, moaning, and clinging to the man, canting his hips up and trapping the man down while chanting “Too much, please, it’s too much, I can’t.” He remembers the man’s gruff laugh, the feeling of his teeth around his earlobe, the sting to ground him down, the soft murmurs of “Careful, sweetheart. Go on like that and I might lose myself.”

And it’s Miles’s fault, really. Miles who said okay, Miles who held him down, Miles who shuddered through orgasm after orgasm without letting the man out of arm’s reach. He remembers the feeling of his fingers curling through soft hair, remembers those dark eyes holding him captive, the brilliant smirk that crossed his face when Miles came back to himself, only to beg for more.

He’s not really nauseous, Miles thinks. Just dead certain he’s gotten creampied to the point of a stuffed stomach — his cervix hurts — and terrified his womb has taken the chance to heart. 

Sebastian was the man’s name. Sebastian, he finds in his contact list. Punctuated with a winking emoticon, and a small heart, both written with special characters rather than emojis. He calls.

He’s not even sure what he’ll say, scurrying backwards on his bed to at least get his head upright before he starts speaking. One ring is all it takes, and then he hears an exhale through the line. Miles is frozen, out of words, with air rushing into the microphone. 

Then, “Hi. That was fast,” comes the voice that’d taunted him through the night.

It sounds like the man is smiling. Miles is not prepared for the rush of anger that follows, and sits up straighter to answer, “Hi? From last night, right?”

A pause. Then, slower, more accentuated, “Sure thing, sweetheart. Why, forget about me already?”

“No,” Miles answers, politely sharp, just a little dark. “That would be difficult, I think. Say, did we use protection last night?”

A heavy exhale leaves the phone, almost like a laugh, and then the man’s voice is much brighter; “Oh, that’s what this is about? You got me worried for a second. Don’t worry if you forgot to tell me something, darling. But thanks for letting me know.”

What? No, that’s not what he meant. Miles can’t hide the anger from his voice when he asks again, “No, that’s not… Did we use protection? Rubber?”

“No cheap rubber,” Sebastian answers, and he sounds like he is having fun now. “And no protection. I told you I was recently tested.”

“I’m asking if we used a fucking condom,” the shout feels foul, if only because he’s talking to a stranger, but emotions have bit him and he can’t reign it in now, “or if we’ve got to run to the pharmacy right this instant and get a pill. Okay? Because I’m not…”

He’s broken off by a laugh, so taunting and loud he actually has to grit his teeth to hold tears at bay. Sebastian had seemed so charming too, Miles feels betrayed.

“I’m not on the pill, alright? I’m not on anything, and I don’t want to-”

“Shhh,” Sebastian soothes, though he sounds to be grinning still, voice far too bright for Miles’s foul mood. “I’ll take you, alright? Pharmacy, ultrasound, wherever you wanna go,” Miles hears the grin in his voice, “we’ll get that morning-after pill. But have breakfast with me first, alright?”

Miles sighs; his heart beats too fast. Right. Sebastian will take him, so he’s okay. And he’s heard, he thinks, that those pills make one nauseous… Food is a good idea. “Alright,” he answers, defiantly. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian echos, like he’s playing with him. “You ready in forty minutes?”

“You know where I live?”

Sebastian hums, sounding all too pleased. “I sent you home last night, remember?” And oh, that last word is said so sultry and cleverly, it really sounds like a tease.

Miles huffs, and swallows. “Fine, yeah. Forty minutes.”

Then he’s limping, scouring through his wardrobe, trying desperately to decide whether he wants to wear comfy clothes or try to impress the stupid fucker that fucked him raw.

His hand touches the soft fabric of his sweatpants, and he’s sold. He gets his binder, and a big enough hoodie to swallow up and warm his shivering body.

Sebastian arrives right on the dot. He leans over the passenger seat to push open the door. He really is too handsome; Miles hadn’t remembered the exact design of the tattoos on his face, but they’re striking. His eyes, dark and promising, make Miles hold his breath for half a second.

Then the bastard smiles, and Miles remembers his anger. He glowers, hands in the pocket of his hoodie, and gets into the car.

Sebastian’s car smells good. Sebastian smells good. Miles glowers at the road ahead as hard as he can. It feels warmer on Sebastian’s side. He must’ve put on warmth only for himself, or something. Because he’s a bastard.

“You okay?” asks Sebastian, and Miles has to shut his eyes for just a moment because that voice is so pretty, so husky and soft and gentle, he actually finds himself relaxing a bit. “You really don’t have to worry, you know.”

“Of course I do,” Miles snaps, turning his head to glare at Sebastian.

Sebastian blinks at him. Really, he looks like he’s about to laugh again, which makes Miles’s stomach churn unpleasantly. Then he sighs, a small, clever tweak to his lips, and says, “Very well then. Breakfast. Cafe?”

“Why’re you smiling?”

“‘Cause I’m seeing you, that’s all,” he says, but he’s grinning too broadly now for Miles to believe him. Still, it doesn’t stop Miles from being the tiniest bit charmed.

“Alright,” he answers. “Cafe.”

“Maybe some sugar will loosen you up,” Sebastian murmurs, and Miles quite frankly wishes he could jump out of the car, in speed.

Ridiculously, or perhaps not, Sebastian is right.

Miles gets a cup of dark, steaming coffee and a focaccia sandwich, and suddenly he’s pulling smiles at Sebastian’s jokes, averting his eyes not out of anger but of the pure desire to not show Sebastian how funny he is.

“Feeling better?” he asks when Miles finishes his cup.

“Mhmm,” Miles hums, looking away; he can’t quite hide the upturn of his lips. “And you? You drank as much as I did, no?”

“I drank more,” Sebastian says, and for a second, it’s almost sheepish. “But I wasn’t very drunk, so I didn’t realize. Sorry.”

Miles sighs, and says, “Don’t worry. I wasn’t- it wasn’t like that. I remember you clearly.” He can’t even look at Sebastian’s face as he says it.

“Really,” Sebastian answers, and that taunting tone is back in his voice; this time, with food in his belly, it doesn’t make Miles angry. “How clearly?”

Miles clears his throat, and tries to find an interesting point to rest his eyes on. “Enough to know it was good. I mean, very good,” he’s nodding his head, mouth dry, “like, definitely. Good. And I remember meeting you, and all that. It’s just, the end. I think.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian sounds like he’s having the time of his life.

“Yeah. I think, probably. You know. When you get warm, and the alcohol flows faster?”

Sebastian starts laughing, and Miles fears his face might be red. “So that’s what happened?”

“I think so,” Miles means to say it confidently, but it sort of becomes a muffled murmur, and oh, he’s looking at the ground again. Then there’s a hand under his chin, and a handsome face in view; dark and captivating eyes that make Miles gulp.

“You did get very warm,” Sebastian whispers. “You were very good. So, don’t blush like that. Not from embarrassment, yeah?”

Miles swallows, and nods.

“And today?” Sebastian asks. “That was yesterday. How do you feel today?”

“Sore,” slips out of Miles before he can stop it, and then his face gets even hotter.

Sebastian licks his lips, staring down at Miles’s, and then up again. “Yeah? Want me to help with that?”

That’s how they wind up stumbling into the handicap bathroom, Sebastian’s hands up Miles’s hoodie, on his waist, lips descending on his so he whines.

Sebastian’s really such a good kisser. His lips are wet, and plush, and so comfortable to move against, so malleable to Miles’s pushing, so confident in how they press back, warm and fluent to his every motion.

Sebastian’s hands are much bigger than Miles’s, warm where they pull up his body, and when they push down his pants. “You’re sure, right?” Sebastian murmurs, mouth on Miles’s shoulder, arms down his pants and circling his thighs, hoisting him up against his own body.

“Ah, yes, please,” Miles moans, hands tightly curled around Sebastian’s neck as he’s placed upon the sink — he feels lucky it doesn’t break beneath his weight — and then pushed backwards until his neck meets the cold of the mirror. It makes him whimper, twisting away, but Sebastian mouths at his neck and he can’t help but sink back against it.

“I’ll kiss it better,” murmurs Sebastian, eyes meeting Miles’s as he sinks down to his knees.

And it really feels like he’s doing just that, at first. Gentle lips trace over Miles’s pelvis, above the line where his hair starts growing. Downwards, tracing the lines between thigh and torso, not seeming to mind the heat at all. Miles puts a hand in his hair, and watches with wide eyes as his cunt is given the royal treatment.

Sweet kisses trailed all over, a sweet hickey sucked into the flesh of his thigh, long fingers squeezing around him like an intimate massage. Then Sebastian flattens his tongue against Miles’s slit, and he knocks his head backwards.

It feels strange, like a tickle almost, but Sebastian’s arms around his thighs keep him from shutting his legs. Sebastian licks broadly, wetly between his folds, until his nose is pressed just below Miles’s clit and he imagines it must be impossible to breathe. “Fuck,” Miles whimpers, when that tongue first thrusts into his opening.

And then again, eyes wider, “Fuck,” as Sebastian creates a rhythm, like he’s actually trying to fuck him like that, thrusting in and out, licking up to the roof of his walls. Miles pants, pulling on his hair, and Sebastian obliges with a grin; wrapping his lips around Miles’s clit and sucking with a vengeance.

“Oh, please,” Miles squeaks, unable to stop his thighs from closing around Sebastian’s head. “Please, Sebastian, I need-”

Sebastian’s hands crawl further up his thighs, brushing over his folds, and Miles almost keens.

“Yes! Inside, please, I want-” a single thumb strokes through his folds, and Miles shuts his eyes, rubbing up against Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian flattens his tongue to help, and Miles can’t help the volume of his moans, glancing towards the door quickly before whining and looking at Sebastian again, fisting his second hand into his hair. “Please, please, just. Up.”

Sebastian laughs, mouth open against Miles so Miles shudders. Still, he listens, standing up over Miles and catching his lips in yet another kiss.

It’s different this time. Sebastian doesn’t waste a second before licking into Miles’s mouth, tongue curling around Miles’s, and he tastes sour and sweet and salty and weird, but Miles can’t help but moan against him. Arch his neck to invite him even deeper, to kiss him better, legs wrapping around Sebastian’s waist. 

“Sebastian, please,” he murmurs, uncertain when he got so needy, so hazy. “Your dick, I wanna.”

Sebastian starts laughing again, mean, and Miles frowns.

“I’ll- I’ll make it good, it’s okay,” he rambles, canting his hips against Sebastian’s pants, probably making them messy. “Just let me.”

“Alright, handsome,” Sebastian whispers, grinning against Miles’s lips, hand brushing up Miles’s thigh and torso to find Miles’s hand while the other moves to unzip his pants. “Find it and it’s yours, alright?”

Miles swallows, eyes open, dilated as they stare into Sebastian’s. His hand is guided to the edge of Sebastian’s briefs, and then Sebastian lets go. He’s still staring at him, still half-smiling, like he’s waiting for some sort of punchline.

Miles’s still panting, still horny beyond wits, as he pushes his fingers past the hem.

Sebastian’s got less pubic hair than Miles, probably trimmed. Miles’s heard guys do that sometimes to make their dicks look bigger, but by last night’s experience, Miles doesn’t think Sebastian would need it. And then his fingers find his dick. Sebastian, seemingly quite uncontrollably, bucks against his hand with a wince.

“Oh?” says Miles, visibly confused. It’s… well, Miles doesn’t mean to judge , but it’s not… The average dick. Doesn’t really feel like one at all, just a big bump.

Sebastian huffs, and presses a kiss to Miles’s cheekbone. “Further down, baby. Feel me up.”

And Miles does. Then, his eyes go wide. Oh. “Oh.”

Sebastian grins from ear to ear, a hand holding Miles’s jaw. “Still want that morning-after pill?”

Shit, Miles’s face is so warm he could fry eggs on it. “I- I really,” he stammers, staring down at Sebastian’s crotch, as flustered as he’s absolutely fascinated. Sebastian has a cunt. A tiny dick, a t-dick, and a cunt. “I’m so sorry,” he says, earnestly. 

Sebastian scoffs. “Mhm, I’m not. You’re cute when you’re angry, did you know?”

“Can I blow you?” Shit, Miles should probably be embarrassed. He is embarrassed, it’s just. “Can I suck your dick? I’ve never tried before. I mean, I’m usually not with men. I mean,” his face is positively steaming, and Sebastian’s smirking at him, Miles feeling tiny.

“You sure you wanna kneel in here?” 

“I,” Miles blinks, frazzled, and Sebastian sighs before leaning over him.

“Tell you what,” he’s easing Miles’s hand out of his pants, then pressing his lips against Miles’s, soft. Leaning against his ear, lips brushing the shell of it. “I’m offended, really, that I could be forgotten so fast. Must mean I was lacking, huh?”

“No!” Miles’s quick to exclaim, but can’t say more before his lips are captured. Wet, messy, a string of saliva stretching between them when Sebastian leans away. Sebastian licks the string away.

“Let me get you off here, alright? And if this time is more memorable, you can call me up again.”

“Last night was-” again, he’s kissed before he can finish the statement. Kissed meanly, teeth pulling at his lip so it hurts and stings, and shit. He did that yesterday too, Miles can tell. The flush that spreads down his abdomen is familiar, and he doesn’t speak again when they part, open-mouthed.

“Good boy,” Sebastian murmurs, and bends back down, pulling Miles’s thighs apart to fit right into the gap, licking into him with a vengeance.

“God,” Miles whispers, grinding up against him, and oh, Miles thinks, breath heavy, he’s never loved a nose quite so much before. Grinding against it like his personal clit stimulator, while Sebastian eats him wet and messy, like he’s trying to fetch ice cream from the bottom of the cone. “Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s arms squeeze his thighs, like acknowledgement, and then he’s pulled further over the edge of the sink.

“Oh, fuck,” he scrambles to catch the edges to stop himself from slipping down. Sebastian only presses closer, arms carrying the weight of Miles’s thighs as he moans obscenely against Miles’s insides, vibrating through him.

Miles shudders, panting too loud, too heavy, letting his head fall back and his eyes roll. There’s a brush of teeth against his flesh, and he whimpers, throwing his head forwards to see Sebastian.

He’s staring right back, eyes huge, dilated, intense and dark and forcing Miles to keep watching, watch the way Sebastian suckles against him, slick and saliva all over his cheeks, his chin, and fuck, Miles is cumming.

He’s keening, loud and sharp through a moan, one hand leaving the edge of the sink to pull Sebastian’s hair, keep him tight, rutting against him in little circles as the rush of pleasure tides him over.

He sees white, for a second. Is ashamed, really, to realize his face has locked in some stupid grimace, and he hurries to shut his mouth, panting, suddenly aware of the droplets of sweat that are beading at his forehead.

He feels sweaty all over, really. Shuddering, the pounding in his head returns and he smacks his lips. Then he’s made aware of his crotch again; Sebastian’s licking through his folds, as though to catch stray slick, and Miles winces and pushes at his head.

Sebastian’s panting too, helping Miles get his legs down on the ground, warm breath almost too much for Miles’s sensitive cunt. “So good,” Sebastian breathes against Miles’s leg.

Miles laughs, a hand still in his hair, stroking it backwards. “Yeah, it’s good.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian whispers, licking his lips. “Sorry. Got a little dizzy, there.” And oh, the grin he flashes up at Miles could make him swoon, white canines flashed at him, and he sort of wants to melt into the floor and make a nest in Sebastian’s lap.

“Your dick,” Miles says, breathless. “Can I have it?”

Sebastian laughs, groaning just a bit when he gets to his feet, and then he’s leaning over Miles. Miles parts his lips, eyes wide, and Sebastian waggles his brows just once. “Nope,” he pops the P, and leans back with a paper towel in hand. “Not today,” he’s wiping up Miles’s thighs — his own face is still slick and messy — and Miles winces just a bit from the rough fibres.

“Ah, really? But you’re hard.”

“Mhmm,” Sebastian agrees, delighted when he strokes a thumb over Miles’s clit and it makes him gasp. “‘Cause you’re gorgeous. But I’ll wait.”

“For what?”

Sebastian grins, and gets another paper towel, wiping down his face. “For your call, sweetheart. If you remember me this time.”

“Hey!” Miles means to object, but Sebastian’s already jostling him, pulling up his pants and making him stumble into his chest.

“I’ll drive you home, yeah? And we can save that pharmacy visit for when I’ve properly knocked you up.”

“Hey!” Miles shouts again, affronted, and Sebastian laughs as they burst through the door, both messed up with red cheeks and mussed-up hair, but Sebastian’s stride is proud as ever.

Miles has to hide his face.

 ~~~

“I’ll definitely call,” says Miles, when they’re in the car and outside his home.

Sebastian nods, eyes still quirked. “I’ll make sure to bring condoms, then.”

“Oh, shut up,” Miles grins, rolling his eyes.

“Then I’ll show you the dick you’re missing so much, too.”

Miles is out the door before he can catch Sebastian’s expression, and he hears that stupid laugh trail after him, taunting and mean and brilliantly bright in a way that makes his chest feel too light, makes his cheeks warm.

Oh, fuck it. He’ll call, alright.

WRITING PROMPT: When it comes to romance, often new information we glean from our lovers can be disappointing, feel like a betrayal, or give us the ick. How could a lover surprise you in a good way? What new info would you be happy to learn about them, what new info would make them sexier to you?