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Sam had a problem.
A big problem.
A really fucking massive and monumental problem.
He had band practice today.
Which… He knew didn’t sound like a huge and impossible problem, but it was.
Mostly because band practice meant seeing Sebastian, and he had been avoiding Sebastian for several days at that point.
Which was weird, given that they were best friends and had been since they were still regularly suffering skinned knees and getting mosquito bites was enough to ruin your day.
Sam longed for that childish simplicity now. (And knew he was being overdramatic.)
He desperately wished that all he had to worry about was not scratching welts on his arms, rather than the fact that he had to face his very best friend in the world after…
After he had…
After Sebastian had walked into his room without knocking (they never knocked) and found Sam sitting at his desk, porn playing on his laptop, and his hard cock in his hand.
The few seconds that they had both stared at each other, frozen in shock and brains grinding to a halt, had felt like an absolute eternity.
Sebastian had unfrozen first. His eyes moved from Sam to his laptop, then back to his face. One black eyebrow arched slightly, making it abundantly clear that he could see what kind of porn was playing on Sam’s laptop.
“Sorry.” He had said, his eyes sliding once more over Sam, moving down to his hand that was still wrapped around his straining length, then to his laptop again before back to Sam’s face. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
He had backed out of the room then and pulled the door closed.
And Sam had wanted to melt into the floor and disappear off the face of the earth entirely.
The melting part was preferable because it meant that he’d be gone without a trace. No one would ever see him again. And hopefully they’d forget anything potentially humiliating that they had seen.
Sam paced the length of his bedroom and back again for probably the hundredth time, going over everything that had happened for probably the millionth time. He kept hoping that by thinking it through he’d come up with something that would confirm that Sebastian had seen less than he did.
Not that he hadn’t seen Sam with his hand clutched around himself, Sam knew there was no way he had missed that.
Mostly he was hoping that he could figure out some way that it would have been impossible for Sebastian to have fully registered the porn he was watching.
Gay porn. Which… Fine. Whatever. Seb knew he was bi.
But what he was watching had been very particular. A focus on a smallish, softly built bottom. Pale skin and black hair. Getting fucked deep and hard while he made the most fucking delicious noises Sam had ever heard.
He had never seen the whole video. It was twenty minutes long, and Sam rarely made it halfway through before he came every single time.
And he refused to fast forward whenever he opened it again. He always started it at the start. Like he wanted to fucking earn seeing the ending and watching the bottom cum.
He was getting off track…
He was supposed to be thinking of all the reasons Sebastian wouldn’t have noticed what he was watching, not thinking about the content in question in detail.
Sam paced back and forth again, then sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed, rubbing both of his hands over his face.
The bottom line in all of this was that there was every reason for Sebastian to not have noticed the details, and every reason that he would have as well.
And no way for Sam to actually find out aside from either asking him, which he absolutely wasn’t going to do, or just… Letting things play out and see what happened.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on his door… Then a pause… Then the door opened and Sebastian walked in.
Sam’s heart flip-flopped in his chest both at seeing him after their last… uh… interaction… And because he had knocked.
They never knocked.
Not even knock, pause, then open the door like Sebastian had just done. He hadn’t waited long enough for Sam to actually hide anything that he might have been doing, but just the fact that he did knock was enough to make Sam’s cheeks red.
Sebastian glanced around the room, then fixed his eyes on Sam. “Did you forget that we had band practice today?”
Sam shook his head because he had been acutely aware that there was band practice today, actually.
“No.” He said, then shook his head a second time. “Why?”
“Nothing is set up?” Sebastian gestured to the other side of Sam’s room that they had cleared entirely of furniture months ago in order to always have space for instruments and stuff.
“Oh…” Shit. “Right. Sorry… I’ve been busy today and I got behind.”
Sebastian didn’t need to know that he’d been busy obsessing and worrying about what was going to happen, or if Sebastian was even going to show up today.
“No worries.” Sebastian said, shrugging as he walked over with Sam to start getting everything they needed set up.
“I figured you were busy since I haven’t heard from you for a bit.” Sebastian spoke nonchalantly as he ran a cloth over the surface of one of his keyboards after putting it onto its stand.
Sam felt his cheeks go incredibly red again, and he fished around in his mind for something, anything to say, and came up with nothing.
So he just… said nothing.
And Sebastian didn’t say anything else, so they worked in silence until Sam’s bedroom door opened again and Abigail flounced in talking a mile a minute about her parents and some gossip that Caroline had shared with her and what she’d heard from her dad about the new farmer…
It was the kind of stuff Sam normally found incredibly boring, but today he was so fucking grateful that he didn’t just listen, he asked questions as well.
It took about fifteen minutes of him and Abigail talking about the farmer and the weird shit they were doing all over town for Sam to realize Sebastian still hadn’t said a word. When he turned around to look at him, he found his friend already looking back at him with a very odd expression on his face.
“Sorry.” Sam said, rubbing his hands against the sides of his hips. “Do you want to get started?”
“…Sure.” Sebastian said, his dark eyes narrowing slightly at Sam as he moved back towards his keyboards.
He continued looking at Sam, even as he ran his fingers down his keys in a way that pulled Sam’s gaze down to his hands.
He had pretty hands. Masculine but slender, with long fingers and longish nails that were always painted black. Sam watched as he rubbed the pads of his fingers back and forth on the keys, then startled when Seb cleared his throat and he dragged his attention upwards.
Dark eyes that were no longer narrowed, but were now kind of amused met his, and Sam jerked himself around to move to the side and pick up his guitar before he could get sidetracked by anything else.
Thankfully, once they started playing, Sam found it easy to focus on the music and stay out of his own mind.
They played through the songs they were most familiar with as a warm up, then started on the ones that they were still working on and that needed discussion and adjustment.
They were so engrossed in what they were doing that Sam seriously felt like only a few minutes had passed between them starting practice and his mom sticking her head into his room and telling them it was time to quit because Vincent needed to go to bed.
“Shit, how did it get that late?” Abigail said as she looked at her phone and made a face. “Ugh. I missed like four texts from my mom. She’s going to be so pissed. You guys mind if I just take off?”
Sam shrugged and looked at Sebastian. “Fine with me.”
Sebastian nodded, then smiled at Abigail and gestured to the door. “We don’t want you to get into shit or anything…”
“Thank you!” Abigail said, immediately turning to run out the door.
Which left Sam alone with Sebastian again. A fact he hadn’t thought about… But also, he was trying to be chill and normal, and stopping Abigail from leaving just so he wouldn’t be on his own with Sebastian was sort of the opposite of that.
Sam turned to go and start moving Abigail’s drums over, tucking them back into the corner where they weren’t in danger of getting tripped over.
Sebastian took his keyboards off their stands and moved them into Sam’s closet, then they both folded the stands down and put them in with them.
After that….
After that Sam once again felt completely at odds about what to say to Sebastian. Which was ridiculous for two people who generally told each other everything.
The silence stretched between them for a few minutes, then Sebastian sighed out a hard breath and turned his eyes up to Sam’s face. “This is stupid, Sam. I get that you’re probably embarrassed that I walked in on… that… But for fuck’s sake. Do you think I’m grossed out or something? Do you think I don’t jerk off and am judging you or something?”
Unbidden, the mental image of Sebastian with a hand around himself, stroking. intensely while he made noises like the bottom in the video Sam had been watching flooded his mind… While blood rushed down into his hips and caused an immediate and almost painful physical reaction.
“N-no…” Sam said haltingly, shifting to the side to go and sit down on the side of his bed where he knew the tails of his shirt would bunch up in his lap and hide his now straining cock.
“Then what?” Sebastian asked, turning and watching him as he sat down. “Can we just talk about this and clear the air?”
Sam didn’t say anything right away, and Sebastian moved to sit down next to him on the bed. “Are you upset because I saw your dick?”
Sam snorted, unable to help a small bark of laughter at that as he shook his head. “No… No, I don’t really care much about that.”
“Okay…” Sebastian tilted his head a bit, moving himself enough that Sam was forced to catch his eye. “If you don’t think I’m grossed out and judging you, and you aren’t embarrassed about me seeing your dick, then I don’t know what’s left.”
Sam made a low noise, raising one hand to rub the back of his head and through his hair. He needed to say it. Needed to actually get it out and in the open and hopefully, maybe, he’d find out that all of his panic and worry was for nothing.
“I was more… uh… embarrassed that you might have seen what I was watching.”
Sebastian furrowed his brows for a few seconds, then shook his head. “I mean, yeah… I did notice you were watching some guy get absolutely railed… But I’m not exactly shocked by that.”
Sam bit his upper lip as he looked at Sebastian and tilted his head a bit. “You’re not?”
“No?” Sebastian raised his shoulders in a half shrug. “It sounded really hot, and I kinda wanted to ask you to send me the link, but if you’re that freaked out about everything then I won’t…”
Sam flicked his eyes away as his cheeks went red and he shook his head. “I don’t think I can do that.”
“That’s fine. But can you stop being so fucking weird around me? I honestly thought this would be something we laughed about, not something that you started avoiding me over…”
Sam nodded, smiling a bit as he sighed out a long breath. “Yeah. Sorry… I really got into my own head about it all.”
“It’s fine. I have no idea how I would have reacted if I was in your place, so I know it’s potentially hypocritical of me to be annoyed that you’re so freaked.” Sebastian smiled and reached a hand up to tousle through Sam’s hair.
“I’m going to head out. But see you at the Saloon tomorrow night?” Sebastian asked, stroking his fingers more softly through Sam’s hair a couple of times as he looked at him expectantly.
“Of course. Friday nights are sacred.” Sam said the second part with the same slightly intense and affected way that Abigail said it to them all the time, and he grinned when Sebastian laughed.
“Kay. Night, Sammy.” Sebastian patted his cheek, then got up and slipped out of his room.
The second his bedroom door closed, Sam closed his eyes and let out a puff of air as he pressed the heel of his hand roughly down against his now absolutely aching length. He could feel the rather large, clammy and sticky wet patch on his boxers where he had been leaking, and the contact of his hand made his length flex roughly and add to it.
Between the mental images that had coursed through his mind and the feel of Sebastian stroking his hair, Sam was now in desperate need of relief.
But he still sat and waited for another fifteen minutes to make sure Sebastian wasn’t coming back before he got up from his bed.
And he did jam the back of his desk chair under his door knob before he buried himself under the blankets on his bed with his phone to take care of himself.
He wasn’t taking any fucking chances now…