Delude Your Darlings (ManxMan)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Sebastian Maximilien's POV:

I brought Lucien home with me to finish up some leftover work he had when he fled for that disgraceful hook-up with that fiend named Oliver.

But little did I know, Lucien is a HANDFUL to handle! Seriously, I do not know if I am babysitting someone's child or working with my constituent. Like, the number of mood swings he has had in these last few hours was countless.

I shook my head and audibly sighed at the sight of him furiously tapping away at the keys on his computer.

I kept staring at him. But unexpectedly, the constant clicks of the keyboard keys ceased. SHITE! He caught me staring at him. I quickly gazed down at the ground in an attempt to cover up my tracks.

He abruptly rose from the sandy suede settee, and in an instant, he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants.

"Um, what are you doing, Lucien?" I asked, feeling my breath quickening.

"What does it look like I am doing? I am taking off my clothes, duh." He blatantly said while attempting to shimmy out of his pants.

"May I take a shower, please? It has been such a long day. And I am so sweaty and sticky." He pleaded, seductively leaning against the door frame with one arm propped up.

The only thing that was on him was that tiny piece of beige lace fabric he calls underwear.

I could see all of his voluptuous curves, and boy, was it arousing.
If it were up to me, I would tackle him down to my bed and take him right there and then. But I can not because I have morals, people.

"Yeah, you do not have to ask. It is down the hall and to the left," I mumbled, lowering my intense gaze from his body.

*Time skip an hour later.*

"Hey, I put my clothes in your washer. Can I have some of yours?" He asked, unexpectedly dropping his towel down to the ground.

"Oh my-. Lucien!" I yelled, whirling away from his exposed body. 

"What is the problem? We are all guys here." He snarkily snapped.

"Yes, I know that. But I feel like Humbert Humbert seeing you naked." I groaned aloud.

"Well, I can be your Lolita then." He whispered, sashaying in front of me while batting his eyelashes and biting on his lip.

"Ah, nope here! Put this on." I anxiously uttered, tossing him my cerulean shirt that was on the chair.

"Mhm, wait. I think I left my phone in the bathroom." He said.

"Okay, but who takes their phone to the bathroom? Ah, young people nowadays." I asked, astonished. "You know, back in my days, I had to use a flip phone, and it was not the good kind too," I told him, reminiscing about my childhood. "Oh, no one is listening," I sadly mumbled as I realized Lucien was not even here anymore.

I strolled to the bathroom, and through the crack of the door, I could see him standing there. "Hey, Lucien. What do you want to eat? We can order take-out, or I can make something if you want-." I asked, fully opening the bathroom door open now.

My heart dropped to my stomach when I saw him doing what he was doing. He was intently scanning each label on every pill bottle, mumbling things here and there to himself as his face had an uncertain expression upon it.