Sebastian Drake was about to lose his fucking sanity. He could feel his reason leaving the window and jumping down to its death. His morals were long gone by now. What on Earth is that kid wearing? No, what was he not wearing? Was this cute boy trying to get fucked? Does he know just how much he wanted to fuck him?
Did he forget the heated and sexy exchange they shared in that disgusting toilet two weeks ago in that pub? Or was it just a fever dream? Did he dream of it? Sebastian does not know but he was about to lose it. He was afraid that the spoon he was holding onto might bend at how hard he was gripping it.
Daniel Shepherd has emerged from his bedroom wearing nothing but his shirt which covered nothing that he didn't want to and padded around the kitchen looking innocent as shit - showing off his beautiful legs. He looked over at Sebastian who looked like he was about to burst at the seams.
"Oh hello, Seb," he said. "Good morning."
Sebastian thinks he's doing it on purpose. His eyes were glued to his legs, bare and fair as if they were begging to be bitten and sucked. He wanted to leave bruises and hickies on the fair skin. He had fantasies where he'd ravage his legs; sucking, biting, and kissing those god-forsaken legs, thighs, and toes.
Oh, God.
"Hey, Daniel," he replied nonchalantly. "Morning."
"Did you sleep at all, Seb?" He opened the fridge to grab a carton of fresh milk and poured himself a glass before leaning against the counter looking all hot and cool like a cucumber. "You looked like you didn't sleep a wink."
Sebastian paused. Daniel looked like he was begging to be devoured - posing like a model against the kitchen counter and looking at him like he wanted to eat him too. He was staring at him with bedroom eyes. He crossed his long legs, showing a hint of the bulge. But Sebastian took a deep shuddering breath to stop himself from going further.
"It has been thirty-eight hours since I last slept."
He paused from drinking. "You what -"
"I feel fine," he interrupted with a wave of his hand, not wanting to worry the younger boy. "I'm still alive."
"If you keep this up, you won't be."
"I promise I'll sleep after I'm done with the demo," he replied with a shrug. "I just need a few tweaks here and there. It'll be over quick."
"Seb, it's not that I don't trust you," he started as he frowned at him, tilting his head in confusion. He didn't understand why he stayed up all night. "But you landed in the hospital the other time you stayed up for three days straight and I am not about to experience that shit again."
Shit, Daniel swore, he thought giddily. I am about to burst into tears at how hot he looks right now. He swallowed hard, his throat was dry. Tried to collect himself. But he already shattered into tiny pathetic pieces. He seemed pathetic to pick his broken pieces up in front of the beautiful boy.
"I won't do that again, Danny," he replied and he coughed, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. "I promise."
Daniel looked at him, eyed him over the rim of his glass and Sebastian felt himself stiffening at the darkening look of his. He's so hot. He's so hot. He's so hot. He's so hot. I wanna see him melt into a puddle underneath me. I wanna devour him. I wanna suck him dry. I wanna see him unravel before me.
"Seb! Are you listening to me? Seb!"
Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts to see Daniel right in front of him with a frown on his face. He leaned back in surprise, not expecting him to be so close to him. "Yeah?" his voice was dry and he croaked, he sounded like a frog.
"If you're not asleep by the end of the day, I'll make you sleep with me."
Was ... was that a warning? No, was that a threat? Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! Sebastian, don't panic! It's going to be fine! You're going to be fine! Calm! Think calm thoughts! He tried to clear his throat and he could feel his cheeks burning. Don't panic, he thought. Stay calm. Breathe, man. Breathe!
"Why are you turning red all of a sudden, Seb?" Daniel asked in concern and a frown creased his brow. "Are you sick? Let's get you to the clinic quickly!"
"I'm fine!" Sebastian cried as he tried to scramble an answer at the top of his head. "I'm fine! It's just the ... the weather. I'll be fine. Let me just finish the demo and I'll head to sleep."
He hopped off the stool, and left the kitchen quickly, feeling eyes aimed at his back and he flew into his bedroom, shutting the door shut quickly. He can't believe he ran away like that. His heart was hammering away as he went to sit on his chair. He can't believe this is happening to him right now.
...
It all started six months ago.
Well, Sebastian and Daniel knew each other before that. They were friends in high school, a senior and a junior simply enjoying the moments in life. They grew apart after Sebastian went to college but got close again two years after when Daniel needed a place to stay and Sebastian offered a room.
His dilemma started when they started rooming together.
Daniel was always trying to get his roommate's attention in one way or another. Stealing his shirts or jackets and wearing them whenever he was around. Sebastian has the habit of wearing oversized items so the outfits look extra bigger on the boy as he struts around with nothing on but his clothes.
At first, Sebastian didn't realize what was happening. He thought the kid just wanted to wear his clothes because it was nice to wear them. It was a good brand, and the material was soft and comfortable so he didn't think much about it.
Until Cedric, a coworker and close friend laid it out to him.
Cedric came over one day to check on his progress and happened to see Daniel walking around the apartment. They knew each other but weren't close and he had a weird look on his face when he returned to his room.
Sebastian caught the look. "Is everything alright, Cedric?"
"Yo, that's Daniel right?" he asked as he scratched his head. A thousand and one thoughts were spinning around his head. "Your roommate."
"Yes. Why?" he asked in curiosity. "Did he say something?"
"No," he answered.
"Then why that face?"
"I'm just curious but are you two dating?" he asked.
Sebastian was surprised to hear that question coming from him. His mouth dropped open as he stared at his friend. What made him ask that question? What did he see? What did Daniel do that made Cedric wear that concerning look? Sebastian was not looking forward to hearing what Cedric has to say.
"No, we're not," he answered dryly. "Why ... why do you ask?"
"He's wearing your shirt," Cedric pointed out. "And it's the shirt that I bought as a present for you. I thought you two were ... together."
Sebastian feels caught. He knew what the shirt looked like. He didn't realize that Daniel was wearing that shirt. He licked his dry lips and tried to find an answer, an excuse but he couldn't think of anything. Cedric was still wearing that weird look.
"He's ... he's been wearing my shirts." He sound lame.
"And you didn't think of telling him to stop?"
