Antidote [18+]

Siete.

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This chapter contains mature content.

Seth bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing or saying anything stupid.

"Yes coach?" Xander addressed his coach, giving Seth a quick smile.

"Who told you to bring some outsider on my battlefield?" 

"Coach, he's a track man, your sport too," Xander slung a wet arm around his coach's neck.

"Mmmm," he gave Seth a once over, "What event do you do?"

"200 and 400 meters," Seth said proudly. 

"I did the 400 back in my day, alright I'll let him off early," he said, "Vargas hit the showers, that personal best better be beat by the next training session."

"Got it coach," he grinned, "Seth come on," he said walking towards the showers.

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Seth sat down on one of the benches beside Xander's duffel bag while he waited for him to return from the shower. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes imagining Xander. His broad shoulders just screamed confidence when he walked, not to mention the package he was keeping inside the Speedos and the way the muscles in his legs flexed when he walked. Seth's pants tightened with each growing thought of Alexander and he wanted to get out of here before he did anything he would regret. 

"Thinking about me?" 

Seth's eyes snapped open and landed on Xander who was standing in front of him with a towel drying his hair and one wrapped dangerously low around his hips. Seth gulped and let out a breath.

"No, just homework," he said, "Get ready, I really want to get home."

"What's the rush babe?"

Seth could see the towel loosening with every movement he made. Dear God please let it stay  up, he thought.

"Babe?" he questioned.

"I'm trying the new nickname thing, I kinda like it," he gave a lazy smile, ruffling his hair one more time with the small towel.

Seth was too focused on the slipping towel to even respond.

"Hey, eyes up here," Xander lifted Seth's chin for him to make eye contact, "Why do you keep staring at me like that? Is there soap left over or something?" he twisted around to inspect himself.

"No don't-" Seth reached forward to stop him from moving but it was too late. 

The towel had fallen and Seth was face to face with Alexander's penis.

"Oh."

Seth was frozen, he could feel his pants tightening because of the sight before him. He licked his lips and looked away.

"You should go change."

"Seth," Xander called out.

"Hmm?" 

"Are you turned on right now?"

His voice was now raspy and low, it wasn't making the situation any better for Seth.

"No."

"Your body says otherwise," he said reaching down and placing a hand on Seth's thigh.

Xander completely had his attention now. What surprised him the most is when Xander got down on his knees before him.

"Don't be shy Seth, I'm all yours, I'll do whatever you want."

Seth groaned in response. The way he looked at him with lust filled eyes, drove him crazy. Xander looked liked a predator and Seth wanted him to devour him right on spot.

"You have to use your words baby or else I can't help you," his hand moved towards his inner thigh rubbing small circles with his thumb.

"Suck," Seth rasped, "Please."

Alexander went straight to undoing Seth's pants, pulling them down the younger boy's hips  gently. He carefully palmed Seth through his boxer briefs earning a moan from him. Seth bucked his hips grinding into Xander's hand in attempt to gain friction.

"Down," Xander growled pushing his hips down on the bench.

He slowly pulled down the boy's underwear and let his raging erection spring free. Seth hissed at the contact when Xander's hands stroked up and down his length frantically. Soon enough his hands were replaced by his mouth. Seth's eyes rolled back into his head feel Xander's lips wrapped around his cock. He grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair while he bobbed his head up and down.

"Fuck," Seth whispered thrusting his hips into Xander's mouth while tugging on his hair.

Xander let out a moan around his cock sending vibrations that made Seth feel like he would go over the edge any minute. 

"Eso es, nena, dile a papi lo mucho que te gusta," Xander breathed.

"Shit, say it again," Seth moaned.

"Tell daddy how much you like it."

"I love it ," he said panting.

Xander smirked in victory and dipped his head to get back to work. His tongue was licking stripes along Seth's cock while he slowly palmed his scrotum. There was now pre-cum leaking from his tip and he was a moaning mess. Xander could feel his own erection throbbing and reached down to stroke himself while deep throating Seth. Seth felt his cock hit the back of Xander's throat and that was it for him. He grabbed onto the boy's hair letting out a strangled moan and released into his mouth.

Seth let go of Xander's head and slumped against the wall. He felt euphoric in every moment of it. 

Xander licked his lips and smiled wrapping the towel around himself once more. 

"You look spent," he said placing a kiss on Seth's forehead and grabbed paper towels from the dispenser to clean him up.

"I feel embarrassed," Seth mumbled.

"Never," he paused his movements, "Your moans were so sexy I thought I would just come from hearing them."

Seth's face burned red and he looked away as Xander discarded the paper towels and buttoned his jeans. Xander opened the duffel bag and slipped on a grey t-shirt, his boxers and a pair of black sweatpants.

"¿Estás listo mi amor?" he asked slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"What?" 

"Are you ready?" he chuckled.

Seth bit his lip nervously and whispered, "Sí papi."

He could've sworn he saw the hue in Xander's eyes darken.

"Casa, ahora." Xander growled.

Thank God he took Italian.