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Chapter Four

  Sebastien froze for a solid ten seconds before he realized he was in fact not amidst another vivid daydream. He's kissing Alek.
  Alek is kissing him. Holy shit.
  Sebastien finally grounded himself and started kissing back, bringing his hands up to hold Alek's arms. As he was finally responsive, Alek began kissing him harder.
  Sebastien felt euphoric. Alek tasted better than he could've imagined. His lips were soft and the way he kissed was enthusiastic, yet gentle.
  Alek pulled away and rested his forehead against Sebastien's, breathing against his mouth. "Do you want to..stay over?"
  "I thought you weren't allowed to have boys in your room." Sebastien smirked.
  "My parents aren't here. Fuck that." Alek pushed his face against Sebastien's.
  Sebastien chuckled as Alek grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
  The second Alek's bedroom door closed, all of Sebastien's daydreams came into fruition right in front of him. Alek losing his clothes. Alek hovering over him, making his gold 'A' necklace hang between them until he ripped it off. Alek sweaty, needy, and so fucking beautiful just for him. Simply just Alek in his entirety.
  Sebastien stared up at the ceiling, catching his breath. He wondered what the appeal of chandeliers was. All he could think about when he saw them was them falling from the ceiling and crushing someone.
  He replayed the last hour in his head over and over. Alek panting, moaning, and constantly breathing out words like is that good or do you like that, which made Sebastien go fucking insane. He was convinced he'd never get sick of the image dancing around his mind.
  "That..." Alek rolled over, kissing Sebastien's chest. "Was incredible." He slowly kissed up Sebastien's neck. "You were incredible." He hovered his mouth over Sebastien's, "I'll break the rules a thousand times over just for you."
  Sebastien smiled, then furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait is there like actually a rule about you not having boys in your room?"
  Alek nodded. He laid on his back next to Sebastien and sighed. "When I was young.. like maybe seven or eight, I came home from school and I told my dad that I had a crush on someone. Since I was still cute back then, he pretended to care and entertained my excited mind. He asked me what her name was and I said dad, he's a boy. I started to tell him why I liked the boy, but he suddenly looked scared..almost sick. So I asked him what was wrong and he just said he had to go to work. After that, my parents enforced masculine stereotypes on me. They made me hang out with only girls. I spent my entire childhood with Alice and her friends. I guess they thought it was some type of exposure therapy. Like there's no way I could be gay if I only saw girls. Yeah, it had the opposite effect, believe me."
  Alek took a breath.
  "When I was around thirteen, I started making friends with guys my age. That freaked them out, of course, so they came to me one day and said Aleksander, we don't want you bringing boys up to your room. They barely elaborated, but I knew what they meant. They pretended like it was normal, even excusing it by saying they were being fair since Alice had the same rule set for girls--she didn't. So, when I was like fifteen or sixteen, I told my mom that I liked a girl. I played the part. I gave her details and I smiled. She was elated. They both were, considering they've known her and her family forever. It's the dream, I guess; family friends and business acquaintances falling in love. We started dating and...we never stopped. It fucking sucks, but they let me have my friends over and they're less..suffocating. They didn't want to ever believe that I could've liked a boy, even at a young age, so they forgot about it real fast. I have to endure dinners and parties with her and her family, as well as dates and social media shit, but I can do stuff like this right under their noses and they don't even notice. Because as long as there's a girl on my arm, they are at ease, I guess."
  "Damn. I thought you were joking about that." Sebastien chuckled.
  "Nope. Not joking. My parents are a piece of work, to say the least."
  "So..they wouldn't like it if I did this?" Sebastien straddled Alek's lap. He brushed his lips against Alek's ear, "Or...this?" He leaned down and kissed Alek's neck.
  Alek's hands moved to hold Sebastien's waist. "No...they would not." Alek leaned his head back and exhaled shakily. "No...hickeys..remember."
  "Mhm." Sebastien hummed against his skin and moved up to engage in a gentle kiss.