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The silence of night was deafening past eleven o'clock. That night O'Malley found himself pressed up against the cold, cracked wall of his friend's family's basement, the choppy movement of the desk fan buzzing in his ears and the blue blinking screen of the computer monitor flashing across his face. That ultra blue was the only light source in the basement, and still it managed to illuminate the current downhill situation.
Sebastian's body was pressed up against his own, the younger man shorter by at least a head and dressed in only his hoodie and black briefs. His entire figure was trembling, his face still flushed and stricken with tears even as he began to calm down having O'Malley there to hold him.
Sebastian's mother had called him half an hour before in hysterics, having finally broken down after several days of being unable to reach her son. He hadn't left the basement at all when they were around, and they couldn't be sure if he'd snuck out when they weren't. She had called Sam and Abigail, and when neither were able to get a word out of their friend through the door, she resorted to calling the farmer.
Apparently Sebastian had left his phone unlocked on the dining table one morning, and concerned with his constant disappearances over the past few months, Robin had taken a peak. She claimed that it was only quick - that a message had popped up on the screen before she even touched it.
Sebastian's relationship with his best friend now boyfriend had come out with one single text with a photo attachment. Unfortunately...that text had also revealed their shared connection to the farmer.
O'Malley did believe the woman when she insisted that her concerns, however loudly expressed, were only for the safety of her child. To Robin, her precious baby boy with a susceptibility for depression, was sleeping around with multiple men. One of whom was several years older.
Regardless of her intentions, the family had blown up into a horrible screaming match ending with Sebastian locking himself in his room. And now here was O'Malley, turning his head to evade the younger man's lips as shaky hands tried to roam his body.
"Let's just talk, okay? I know you're not feeling well, Seb. I want to help..."
"Shut the fuck up, Mal..." Sebastian's voice cracked with emotion as his fingers found the man's shirt, knuckles white and tears streaked down his cheeks as their lips met. The salty, bitter taste of tears and tobacco lingered on his lips as he clawed at O'Malley's shirt, dragging the farmer down into the bed with him. "I hate- hate when you talk all that stupid shit, like you get it...you don't get it."
A prickle of sadness stuck in the man's chest as he felt Sebastian's bare legs locking around him, his painted black nails digging into his sternum, his tears still falling helplessly as he buried his face into the farmer's neck to hide away.
"Seb...Seb, stop. We're not doing this." He winced as he felt a hand grabbing at his belt, gently guiding Sebastian's hand away to hold, their fingers laced tightly together.
He wasn't going to have Sebastian remember this night as being more out of his control than it needed to be. That would just be cruel, on top of his current pain. So O'Malley carefully unhooked his friend's leg, shuffling away to sit against the wall that the bed was pushed up against. Immediately he found the black haired man climbing into his lap to kiss him.
"Please..."
"Seb...baby, I get it, I get it more than you know. And...I also know that this isn't what you need."
"Not- not a stupid kid...I know what I need- I want-" Sebastian looked up as the farmer held his shoulder tight, stray strands of hair falling over his tear stained face. He broke down as their eyes finally met, lip wobbling and a heavy sob coming from deep inside his chest. "I-I don't know..."
"Oh, Sebastian..." The farmer swore he could hear his own heart breaking as he wrapped his arms tightly around his lover, rubbing his back and pressing his lips to his forehead.
"It's okay not to know...it's okay. Come on, get yourself comfy..." He gently patted the smaller man's backside, encouraging him to cuddle closer in his lap, legs hooked around the farmer like a clingy little bear cub.
"Don't- don't tell Sam..." Sebastian whispered tearfully as he held tight to the farmer's shoulders, quivering each time he felt a kiss against his temple. "He can't handle me being like this again..."
"Okay, okay baby." O'Malley hushed him softly, slumping back against the wall and rubbing his lover's back until those tears began to calm.
It took a long while before Sebastian stopped shaking, his forehead resting against the farmer's shoulder and a pitiful look of exhaustion on his face.
"No one's angry with you, okay? I need you to know that."
"She called you a perverted freak..." The younger spoke bitterly.
"Yeah, well, she's a mom. She's seeing a four year age gap as fourteen." O'Malley chuckled, reaching to lift his lover's chin to softly kiss his lips. That earned a tiny, still teary eyed smile that made his heart ache.
"Didn't even see what she was freaking out over...they wouldn't give my phone back." Sebastian mumbled bitterly as he rested his head against the farmer's chest. "Couldn't be that bad..."
"Well to be fair, I would've freaked out if I was your mom, too." O'Malley hummed as he pulled his own phone out of his pocket, searching for their group chat before offering it to his friend. "Want to see?"
The group chat had started a long time ago, when all three of them were just friends. But ever since that fateful day where Sebastian showed up on his farm to see the frogs... the chat had been used for much more entertaining purposes. Sexting, nudes, and hook up locations were dotted randomly throughout their usual messages. They all trusted eachother... they just never expected something like this to happen.
O'Malley watched as his friend took his phone from his hand, the farmer gently stroking his hair and giving a small nod of confirmation when Sebastian enlarged the photo. He couldn't help but laugh at the immediate gasp of surprise.
"Holy shit! Is that Shane?"
"Yep..."
"And- wait, Sam took the pic right? You didn't let some random Joja dude come on your face?"
"It's Sam." The farmer confirmed with an amused smile, continuing to gently stroke his fingers through the man's hair. He could tell that Sebastian was intrigued by the photo...his legs always got restless when he was turned on. "There's a video if you scroll."
A little huff came from Sebastian as he swiped his thumb over the phone screen, eyes widening as the video started playing automatically. His boyfriend was clearly touching himself while he recorded, the screen shaking slightly before settling on the two other men.
O'Malley was bending over a large blue crate, moaning shamelessly as Shane plowed him from behind. The larger man was still wearing his uniform cap and shirt, his pants shoved down to his ankles as he held the farmer's hips tightly, fucking him with deep, quick thrusts. They looked so pent up, red in the face with Shane's dick occasionally slipping out of the other man's hole from the frantic pace of their fucking. He would shove it right back in each time, his heavy balls slapping against O'Malley's ass with each thrust.
"Yoba...his dick looks massive, and he's fucking you like that?"
"It felt amazing..." O'Malley admitted, blushing now as he watched the video along with him. "He had the idea to record, when Sam walked in on us."
The video started shaking again before it settled, angled down to catch Sam stroking his dick in front of the farmer's face. He fisted his cock desperately, the movement a blur when he came in record speed all over O'Malley's freckled face. His cum dripped like tears down the farmer's face as he moaned, head pulled back suddenly by Shane's tight grip in his hair.
A soft giggle came from the freelancer as he listened to his own boyfriend moaning through the video, a deep blush warming his cheeks. It was a shame that the video ended there, before the other two men had even come, but Sebastian was already more than a little flustered anyway. He shifted slightly on O'Malley's lap, tilting his head up to kiss him sweetly.
"I miss him...I don't know what's going to happen to us, after everyone freaked out..."
"It'll be okay, Seb. Nothing ever keeps you guys apart."
"I guess. I did like the video, though. This all might be worth it if I can get a live action, one day."
"Ha..." O'Malley shook his head in amusement, kissing the top of his friend's head.
Sebastian gazed up at him longingly, a softer look in his eyes as he pressed their lips together. One soft, tender kiss after the other as his hand moved to guide O'Malley's towards his lap. He pressed his lover's palm flat against his hardening length, nipping at his lower lip to gain access to his open mouth. They explored eachother slowly, the farmer squeezing him through his briefs until his dick was fully hard and twitching beneath the fabric.
"Are you sure about this..?"
"I want you, Mal...not 'cause I'm sad, or hurting." The black haired man whispered as he moved to straddle the farmer once again, tossing his phone onto the pillow and beginning to slowly grind his hips. "Just...want you."
O'Malley had never been a perfect saint or anything, as much as he tried to be. So when Sebastian started to grind against him, he couldn't help but groan softly with need, tossing his head back.
"Quit trying to be so noble, will you?" Seb grunted softly as he reached between them to undo the farmer's belt and zipper, pulling out his dick to start stroking it to full hardness. "I want to fuck, you want to fuck...So I won't say it again after this. I'm not made of -fucking- porcelain."
The farmer looked surprised by that harsh tone, curious blue eyes staring up at the younger man as he opened his mouth to retort. Only, Sebastian was quicker, and a firm hand clamped over his lips to shut him up. Seb tossed his black hair out of his face with a small huff, bringing out his own half-hard dick to stroke them off together.
O'Malley's eyes fluttered, his heart skipping a beat and his groan muffled by Sebastian's palm as the freelancer squeezed their lengths together in his fist.
"You know what? Wish I'd been there..." Sebastian growled softly as he began to buck his hips up, thrusting his cock alongside the farmer's through his tight grasp. "Four of us could've had fun...I bet Shane could have a turn with e-each of us, with a huge dick like that. Or you an' him could tagteam me and Sammy..."
"Oh fuck..."
"Or we could blindfold him, take -our- turns on his fat cock."
"I didn't pin S-Shane as your type..." The farmer panted softly, shocked by the filth coming from his usually very submissive lover's mouth. He would be startled further, albeit pleasantly, when Sebastian shoved him down onto the bed to climb on top.
The freelancer smirked with mischief, biting down painfully on his lower lip as he slowly slid down onto O'Malley's impatiently waiting dick.
"Yeah, well, you know I'm a sucker for that joja uniform. Besides the slave to capitalism part. Nnh, fuck..." He sighed softly, dropping his hands to rest on the farmer's chest, using that as leverage to start riding him. His lips parted with a soft moan as he pushed himself up and down on the older man's cock, his black hair falling over his eyes until O'Malley was sweet enough to brush it back.
The farmer's hands dropped to his waist thumbs rubbing deeply into where his skin dipped inwards. He slowly pushed up his lover's shirt, fingers tracing affectionately over the soft patch of hair below his bellybutton - soon moving higher and higher to playfully pinch his nipple.
Their eyes met as O'Malley teased his soft skin, the farmer clearly enjoying all of the little noises he pulled out of his lover. He pinched again, biting his lip as he watched Sebastian's dick twitch between his legs. Grey eyes fluttered shut as the freelancer picked up the pace, whimpering as he felt the man's length slip out of him to instead rub aimlessly against his backside.
"Fuck- sorry..."
"Don't be sorry, baby...you want to swap?" O'Malley spoke with such affection as he lowered his hands to cup the younger man's ass, playfully rutting up against it.
He could see that Sebastian's focus was slipping, so when the man nodded he quickly adjusted their positions so that he was on top.
The farmer began to press soft kisses down his friend's chest, pushing his legs apart to slowly circle his entrance with his fingers. He thrust his fingers inside rhythmically, stretching Sebastian out as he moved lower to run the flat of his tongue along the man's now flagging dick.
"Mmhf..."
"Good boy...you still okay?" O'Malley whispered as he glanced up from his task at hand, his eyes holding a sincerity that made the other man shy away at first. "Seb?"
"Yes." Sebastian found his voice after a moment, reaching to hold onto the farmer's free hand that was already resting on his hip. "I promise..."
The older man turned his palm upright, entwining their fingers with a small smirk as he lowered his head once more, steadily bringing Sebastian back to hardness with every kiss and stroke and swipe of his tongue over his length.
Once the freelancer was twitching and whimpering beneath him with need, he moved to slide in between the man's thighs to replace his fingers with his now achingly hard cock.
He thrust deeply into his friend's pale entrance, groaning softly as inch by inch his cock disappeared inside of him. He brought their interlocked hands up to rest by Sebastian's head, kissing his lover passionately as he began to thrust at a slow but deep pace for both of them.
The younger man whined with pleasure into his mouth, his own cock dribbling with pre-cum as it was wedged between their bodies, rubbing against O'Malley's freckled stomach with each thrust. He lost himself in the passion, all of those dark thoughts that had been pounding in his head all day long now fading into the distant recess of his mind.
Instead, all he thought of was O'Malley. Of being wrapped up in the man's strong, warm arms, showered with all of his praise and sweet affections.
Even in the darkness, with only the soft hum of computer screens to light their way...
The basement had never felt so bright to him.
"Seb...you're so perfect like this, baby..." The farmer's voice was sweet and smooth like honey in his ear as their bodies rocked together, fingers still entwined tightly by the pillow while O'Malley's other hand caressed his body. His touch was hot and firm, not in the way which someone would hold porcelain - but how one would excitedly explore something new and tactile.
To be desired like that was grounding. It made Sebastian's heart race in his chest, his cheeks flushed with colour and his lips parting with a desperate plea.
"Please...I need you, I need you so- mmh..."
Their lips crashed together once more as O'Malley thrust further into his lover's hot, slick depths, entirely deaf to the light banging of the bedposts against the basement wall.
All he could hear was Sebastian's whimpers, his begging, and every precious, gorgeous moan to escape his pink lips. He dropped his head onto the younger man's shoulder, sliding into him deeply with each thrust.
"Good boy, Sebby...such a good boy, let it go, baby..." The farmer pressed feverish kisses to his lover's throat as he fucked him into the mattress, hand sliding between their bodies to start stroking Sebastian's throbbing cock to peak.
"Mal..!" Sebastian cried out softly as his entire body trembled and arched up with his climax, sticky trails of cum squirting up their chests.
The farmer fucked him desperately through his orgasm, the older man soon cursing breathlessly as he buried himself to the hilt, filling Sebastian up with his cum and promptly collapsing on top of him.
"Seb...mmh, Sebby..." O'Malley rumbled as he wrapped his arms around the younger one, squeezing him tight and smiling. "That was perfect..."
Sebastian's cheeks warmed as he heard those quiet words, the freelancer turning his head to press their lips together softly. A very gentle, fleeting kiss compared to their previous activity.
"Is it cool if we clean up now and grab a smoke?"
O'Malley wasn't phased at all by the hard shift in mood, the farmer only kissing his friend's lips softly again. "Anything you want, Seb."
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Following a very cautious mission to sneak out of the basement, the two men found themselves beneath the light of stars and the waning moon above. There was hardly any other source of light, besides the distant glow of lanterns in the town's central.
But for Sebastian, it was just what he needed and longed for on nights like this. Some peace and quiet, knowing that there were no prying eyes on him.
They made their way to the lake near the quarry, one of Sebastian's favoured spots for smoking...and the place where him and Sam had met O'Malley for the first time.
It was a little strange to be there again without his boyfriend between them...Seb may have been the scarier looking of the two of them, but Sam had always been his guard dog. His shield from all the other judgemental eyes in the valley.
That boy was pure sunshine. So why, in Seb's darkest moments, did he push him away?
"I'm cheating on my boyfriend." He muttered through a drag of his cigarette, staring out over the dark mountain lake.
"You know I fuck him too, right?" O'Malley mused as he fiddled with the lighter, not quite recognizing the weight of Sebastian's tone at first.
"It's different."
The farmer paused, the flame flickering out as a cool breeze swept over the lakeside. He frowned, moving closer and resting his elbows over the handrail they were stood at.
"Seb... don't be silly. We're just friends, having some fun, which Sam agreed to. We all did."
"So why do you think I let you in? Why I let you put me back together? Out of everyone who showed up...including Sam." Sebastian turned to face him, a look of distress and self-directed anger in his eyes. "Friends with benefits don't do that shit."
"But we do. Who makes the rules, anyway?"
O'Malley frowned, stepping closer to rest his arm just over his friend's back. He squeezed his side, pulling him closer until Sebastian finally gave in to rest his head against his chest.
"Listen to me, okay? Just for a minute." The farmer spoke quietly in Sebastian's ear, wrapping his arms around him tight. "I know that you struggle to tell either of us how you feel...Life has been unfair, and that makes it hard to voice your feelings. It makes it hard to understand them even when you're alone..."
Sebastian said nothing, a deepset frown on his lips.
"That's why you soak in the hurt, right? Why you push everyone away."
Sebastian's expression had slowly began to break, piece by piece until his lips pursed with sadness and tears welled up in his dark eyes. "Can't control it..."
"I know you hear it all the time, that you just need motivation, or willpower. But that's the thing about depression, Seb...most of the time, you can't control it." The farmer frowned as he rubbed his friend's back, sighing softly, "Something bad happens and it just keeps snowballing, until you break."
O'Malley held him closely, feeling the weakness suddenly overwhelm his friend as Sebastian's entire body slumped against him. Like he had finally given up on trying to contain it all.
Sebastian sniffled softly, wiping his tears with his free hand and tilting his head up to catch the farmer's gaze in his own. "What... what do I do?"
"You could...let it out. Say what you need to say. It's only us out here...right? Try it."
Several long moments of silence passed over them as they stood there by the lakeside, watching the sunrise slowly beginning to creep over the tops of the pine trees. They had been here before, always as friends. When the farmer had first moved in to town, the three of them had bonded by drinking and smoking weed up by the quarry, watching the stars appear and eventually disappear over the still waters of the lake.
It had been a long time since their last visit...Their friendship had changed, a lot.
Maybe that was okay?
Sebastian exhaled softly, "I love Samson, and I...I want to give him everything. I want to say it back when he tells me how he feels."
"Of course you do. That's good, keep going..."
Sebastian nodded, turning to face the farmer with such clarity in his dark eyes. "I love you. And I want to admit that I always did, ever since you helped me with the frogs."
The farmer was about to respond when he felt a knuckle gently press against his lips to shush him, blue eyes blinking curiously at Sebastian.
"I actually love this stupid little town in the middle of no where, and...I really fuckin' hate freelancing. And living in a basement sucks. And Demetrius is such a dickhead-"
O'Malley laughed warmly as he suddenly scooped the man up into his arms, kissing him tenderly beneath the shimmering light of dawn as Sebastian's legs wrapped around his waist. He peppered kisses over his face, running his fingers lovingly through black hair.
"That's a really good start...I'm so proud of you, Seb." The farmer whispered, hugging him tightly around the middle and resting their cheeks together. "I love you, too..."