lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-10-28 08:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, logan, logan x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Sebastian & Logan
Where: The marina
When: Night, Sunday, December 31st
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
The evening had started with shots at Jake’s house, the plan being to get a good hard buzz before heading down to the marina. Sebastian had probably had one too many, a side effect of trying to keep up with Jake, who had about fifty pounds on him. But being a little more drunk wasn’t a problem; it just meant he could go longer before slipping some liquor into his hot chocolate. After the pre-party, they’d all piled into Noah’s Tahoe, then hung around while Noah threw back a few in the parking lot. On a normal day, a group of drunken teenage boys would’ve garnered too much attention, but on New Year’s Eve they blended right in.
Sebastian hung around his friends for the most part, goofing off as they wandered around the marina, snacking on food from various booths. At some point they joined up with what felt like half the cheerleading squad and, while the girls were fun, he realized that he was probably the only one in the group trying not to pick one up. It made him wonder if he could still manage it himself, but even drunk that seemed like a bad plan. Any girl he could get with would know she wasn’t what he really wanted and making out wasn’t any fun when it was laced with doubt and disappointment. He found himself fiddling with his phone instead, scrolling through his Instagram feed while Jake made a pass at Mara that was so bad he actually laughed out loud. Jake shot a glare at him and Sebastian cringed an apology before turning away, his thumb swiping over to his text messages. His phone had been blowing up earlier, but it was quieter now. People were busy. He opened the last one he’d received from Logan, the one confirming he was alive, then typed what are you up to? before hitting send.
Logan had rung in the New Year with Jules and Jasper by the water, watching the fireworks burst in the sky. He felt warm and pleasantly stoned, despite how fucking cold it really was. After Jasper had kissed Jules, Logan had grabbed his friend's face and kissed both cheeks with loud enthusiasm. Jules's raised brow indicated she would not appreciate the same, so he settled for a tight hug. She had laughed, so that was a step in the right direction. As they were heading off down the boardwalk, Logan heard his phone ding in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw the text from Bash and smirked before thumbing in a quick response. just got done w/ fireworks. u?"
Sebastian didn’t expect a reply right away, but still had his phone in his hand when he felt it vibrate. He stopped, smiling to himself before typing up a response. same. good show, but now it’s fucking cold lol His friends were scattering, going off places to get another dose of those New Year’s Eve kisses, or just ready to find some place warmer to party. There’d been talk about heading over to one of the parties in Overlook, but Sebastian wasn’t sure that more drinking was what he wanted or needed at this point. He didn’t really want to admit it, but he wanted someone to snuggle up with as well. Not that he and Logan had ever done anything resembling snuggling. wanna hang out?
'Wanna hang out' was code for 'wanna make out' which was fine with Logan. He was stoned enough that getting off before going to sleep later sounded pretty nice. And Logan was pretty sure that Jasper was about to take Jules back to his place and Logan didn't want to third wheel it given what the two of them were probably wanting to do. sure He thumbed in a quick response. where do you want to go? Logan wasn't opposed to driving somewhere again and he had another thought that he needed to get a fucking job already so he and Jasper could get their own place for a bit. He didn't want to have to keep finding an abandoned area in the dead of winter to get his dick sucked.
Sebastian had been shuffling forward, idly walking in no specific direction, when he got the next text from Logan and he stopped, staring at it in a bit of a drunken stupor. That was a very good question, considering he didn’t have a car of his own and he couldn’t exactly volunteer his house. Well, he supposed he could, but he still doubted Logan was worth the trouble. His lips pursed together and he frowned, looking out towards the harbor when a thought occurred to him. My dad has a boat? he sent, then added. It might be too cold, but it was the best he could do at a moment’s notice.
Logan was lighting up a cigarette when Sebastian's next text came in. He smirked around the cigarette between his lips. is that a question? And then. if you can get us INSIDE the boat it'll be fine. doubt we'll be cold for long. He didn't want to fuck around outside, obviously, but it would be kind of funny to do it on someone's boat. And he was betting an Overlook brat's dad had a nice boat too. Not one of the small, shitty ones that looked like a strong wind would cause it to collapse. where is it?
It wasn’t a question. Sebastian knew for sure his dad had a boat and he’d picked the lock a number of times, usually in the summer when the weather was better. And he was less drunk to start. That was the big question, whether or not he could manage such a skill at his current level of intoxication. I can get us in. he sent, his feet heading towards the pier now that he had a destination in mind. Logan was right; they’d warm themselves up if they got out of the elements. meet me at the pier. From there he could lead the way. It wouldn’t be far at all.
That sounded promising. Logan grinned and told Jasper he was off to fuck around on a boat. After quick goodbyes, Logan headed for the pier, his cigarette keeping him warm in the midst of the chill that seemed to have gotten worse. As he got closer, he kept an eye out for the red hair. He had no idea if Sebastian was wearing a hat or not, but he figured he would find the right face in the crowd. With the fireworks done, people were starting to head back for their cars, so it was easier to reach his destination than it would have been a half an hour before. When he got to the pier, he spotted Sebastian and Logan grinned, pulling his cigarette from his lips. "So you've got a boat."
Sebastian was wearing a hat, but he still stood out in his letter jacket, leaning against one of the lamps at the pier and scrolling through his phone as he waited. He glanced up when he saw someone walking towards him, a laugh bubbling to his lips. “My dad’s got a boat,” he corrected him, his eyes on Logan’s lips, then to the cigarette. He held his hand out, silently asking for a drag. “But I can pick the lock and know where the spare is once we’re in.” He wouldn’t dare start up the motor, but if they needed power, then he could manage it. He wasn’t sure that would be necessary though.
Logan handed over the cigarette and shoved his hands into his coat. "You can pick locks? Well, then." He grinned. "After you." It would be kind of cool to see one of the nicer boats. He had only gone out on the water a couple of times, when his mom had dated some dude that owned one after the divorce. And he hadn't really been anywhere in the past year where people could take boats out. Some rivers, but that was a bit different. "You sure you won't get busted?" He didn't really care either way, but who the hell knew if these rich assholes put security shit on their boats.
“Some locks. This one for sure,” Sebastian grinned, taking a drag off the cigarette. It was one of those things he’d taught himself in a fit of boredom one summer, not sure where he would use it until he’d suddenly found reasons to practice. He couldn’t do houses, that was too hard, and he still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten into that antique shop that night. God, that felt like years ago. “Breaking into my dad’s boat?” he asked, actually considering it for a moment. It would be humiliating, sure, but it was only a crime if his father said it was. “Nah. Worst that happens is they call him. I’ll get my ass chewed out, but they won’t have me arrested.”
Logan figured that was true enough. If Logan broke into his dad's house and got caught by a cop, he'd get arrested. The Overlook brats though... "So let's do this," he said, reaching out to take his cigarette back. "It's really fucking cold." The pier was slowly emptying out, vendors starting to load up and move on. Logan knew some of the bars would stay open for another hour or so, but he didn't think he'd get away with slipping into one, certainly not with Sebastian McCarthy in tow. "You come here with anyone? Friends?"
Sebastian headed down the pier, knowing Logan would follow. He was doing this impression of someone sober, though it was unlikely he was fooling anyone except someone as drunk as he was. “Not really,” he said. “My dad would shoot me if I took the boat out and it’s not all that fun to party on a boat when it’s docked. Greg and I ‘ve come out here a few times to goof off and get high, but… that’s it, really.” He’d have brought Hunter out there, but it’d been cold when they started dating and they hadn’t made it to the summer. His car had been just fine when they wanted to make out and Greg’s house had been available. But tonight he didn’t have a car and he wasn’t stupid enough to use the spare bedroom with Logan.
Greg. Did Logan know Greg? Maybe. Maybe not. It didn't matter. He couldn't think about much of anything at that moment but how good he felt, and how much better it was all about to get. Logan grinned and exhaled some smoke into the air. "Nah, I mean, did you come to the marina with friends. For the fireworks and shit." He motioned up toward the now darkened sky. There were stars out and stuff, but the smoke from the fireworks was still dissipating, so they were harder to see. "Can't imagine someone like you roaming around here alone."
“Oh,” Sebastian laughed, his fingers brushing along the banister as they walked down the pier. “Yeah, a group of us prepartied, then came down together. A few of were heading back to a house party, but we met up with a group of cheerleaders, so…” He shrugged, not bothered by it, but disappointed with the knowledge that there would never be something for him in that group. He found himself in a weird position where he was in the center of his circle, yet still outside it. It had been easy to drift away when the guys were focused on girls and he hadn’t bothered to tell anyone where he was going. Logan was hot, but he didn’t want to get shit for hooking up with him. “What about you? Here with friends?” he asked, turning down one of the aisles towards his father’s boat.
Logan snickered. "You say a 'group of cheerleaders' and I just think of a school of sharks or a flock of seagulls or something. Like they're all traveling in packs together... murmuration." He took one more pull from his cigarette before tossing it over the marine ledge to the water. Then he was mildly distracted by the boats they were walking towards. All of them just screamed I have money! "I hung out a bit with Jasper and Jules. I was with them when you texted, but I figured they wanted to go somewhere alone. No big deal. Everyone wants to ring in the new year in their own way."
“School of sharks might be accurate,” Sebastian snickered as he stopped at his father’s boat and hopped on. It was more than a boat, but it felt pretentious calling it a yacht, even if that was probably more accurate. Sebastian was aware that his parents had money, but he rarely thought of it as his. It was a matter of circumstance and some day it would be gone. “Murmuration,” he said, snickering at the word, not all that sure what it meant. Once on the boat, he moved towards the front, opening a lifting up seat cushion and grabbing something small from the storage container beneath it. “Yeah, I could see that. And I think Jules’s parents are a little less aware of who comes and goes.” He was certain that she could sneak Jasper into her house, no problem.
Logan was of the mind that this felt more like a yacht than a boat. He wondered how often they took it out on the water, or if it was more just a representation of their money. Like old rich dudes who had a bajillion fancy cars they never drove. "I figure they've been dating long enough Jules knows all about sneaking him in," Logan said absently, walking around on the boat to check it out. It was hard to see a lot in the dark, but he knew this was the kind of boat Logan would never own himself. Unless he found a rich lady to marry in a few years. Wouldn't that be nice. "I remember Jules having parties. People coming and going all the time. Don't think she knew half the people in her house. Your parents are probably a bit more present, huh?"
“For sure,” Sebastian agreed, circling around to the door. He swiped on the flashlight on his phone, then handed it to Logan. “Shine that on the lock for me?” he asked, then knelt to work on the lock. It had been a while since he’d been out there, but he couldn’t do the math right now. Since before homecoming, for sure, but he found it came back to him quickly. He could feel the little clicks as he turned the picks, slowly falling into place. There was a final click and the handle turned in his hand. “I don’t have parties at my house,” he said, sitting back on his heels as he looked up at Logan. “I’ll throw something on the beach or chip in at someone else’s house, but I could never get away with it. It’s rare that both my parents leave town and even when they do, they’d know. I don’t really want to lose my car or something.”
Logan always assumed the Overlook brats could do whatever they wanted because their parents let them. But he supposed even guys like McCarthy would have strict parents. He kept the light on what Sebastian was doing, thankful that he didn't have to worry about his car being taken away, or being grounded. That shit seemed so weird to him. Then again, he had been sent to boarding school so there was that. With the door open, he offered Sebastian's phone back to him. "Makes sense. Seems like there's always a party going on around here somewhere, anyway. I'm sure if your dad knew what you were doing here right now you might not get to keep your car, though. So you sure?"
Sebastian stood, meeting Logan’s eyes as he thought this through. The problem with a party was keeping things under control, something impossible when half the high school was in attendance. Here, it was just the two of them, and they weren’t even there to party. There wouldn’t be beer cans to pick up or liquor spilt on the floor. Logan wasn’t worth losing his car over, but he didn’t think it would come to that. “I don’t plan on getting caught,” he smirked. “But even if I did, we’re not gonna trash it, are we?” He was drunk, but not disorderly.
"Things might get crazy, but naw, no need to trash anything." Logan smirked. "I promise to be on my best behavior. Or tolerable behavior." He began to wander around the inside of the boat - yacht - to get a better look. The light came on and Logan let out a small whistle. "This place is pretty fucking nice. Bet it's fun out on the water." He began to take off his coat. It was chilly inside, but Logan figured they'd warm up soon and he didn't want to get uncomfortable. "You got anything to drink in here?"
“I don’t mind a little crazy,” Sebastian snickered, shrugging out of his jacket and dropping it on one of the seats. Had he been there with anyone else, he’d have made a joke about misbehaving, but it felt different with Logan. From what he’d heard, Logan’s form of misbehaving would be reason for them to leave and that wasn’t on the agenda. “It’s fun. Could be a great party boat someday,” he laughed. If only he was allowed to take it out himself, without his parents. Fishing his flask out of his back pocket, he offered it to Logan. “Only what I’ve got on me. Want some?”
Logan took the flask, opened it and took a quick whiff before he knocked back a quick drink. It was good stuff and he handed it back to Sebastian, wishing he could light up a cigarette. But he probably shouldn't smoke in there. The smell would linger for a while. With his coat out of the way, Logan stepped in toward Sebastian and reached up to slip his hand around the nape of his neck. He pulled Sebastian in close, their lips barely touching. His other hand came up to pull Sebastian's hat off. He tossed the hat to the chair with Sebastian's coat. "I feel like I ought to make a really cheesy joke right now about makin' fireworks of our own," Logan said with a small grin.
Sebastian would never admit it, but he liked the way Logan moved, the confidence with which he pulled him in, that hand on his neck. It turned him on and he could feel his body start to warm from that alone. “Don’t,” he snickered, his hands gripping Logan by the belt as he pulled him closer. “I’d have to say something about sparks flying and it’d just get out of hand.” He kissed him then, laughing as he did so, the taste of liquor and smoke still on his lips. A number of stupid jokes came to him, but he wasn’t as interested in goofing off as he was in kissing Logan. That was why he’d texted him, after all.
Yeah, the cheesy jokes would definitely get out of hand and Logan didn't mind ignoring all of them for this. They were there for a reason and he was sure the longer they stayed the bigger risk there would be that maybe they'd get caught. Which was okay with him too. It was a pretty big turn on. Logan kissed Sebastian deep, his hands lowering to Sebastian's belt to start pulling it apart. He wasn't sure where Sebastian wanted to do this, but he was more than okay to stay where they were if Sebastian wanted to. Logan did not discriminate when it came to where he got off.
There was a bed on the boat, more than one actually, but he really didn’t think anything he wanted to do with Logan necessarily needed one. There was something hot about fooling around right where they were, so he made no effort to drag Logan off to one of the bedrooms. There was a couch, if they really thought they needed one, which was far better than the backseat of a car. At the moment, though, this was perfect, and Sebastian began to untuck Logan’s shirt as they kissed, sliding cold fingers up under it and over his abs before he began to work on his belt as well. It was a pain to do when he was drunk, when his fingers weren’t as nimble as he knew they could be, but he was sure he’d figure it out eventually.
Logan's stomach muscles quivered instinctively at the feel of cold fingers brushing along his skin, but Sebastian's hands seemed to warm up fast enough and he grinned against the other guy's mouth before pulling back enough to get rid of his shirt while Sebastian worked on his belt. It was nice having space... his car was roomy but not that roomy. And it was nice having privacy - no party happening around them. He didn't feel so cold now with his shirt off, probably because his blood was pumping hot and Logan was more focused on getting Sebastian undressed too. He wasn't as drunk, but he was still pretty stoned and it felt funny, moving his fingers over Sebastian's pants, trying to find his zipper. He felt the laugh start in his throat, but then he found the zipper, and the button and he began to tug them apart.
Sebastian didn’t have to be drunk to fool around with Logan, but it definitely loosened him up. When he was sober he found himself thinking too much, but with a nice buzz or more he got too caught up in the feel of everything to even think about anything else. There was Logan’s mouth on his, amused with something that Sebastian could only guess, and his bare chest warming up Sebastian’s hands. As soon as he finished with Logan’s belt, he shed his own shirt, wanting that skin on skin contact, then returned to his pants, finally getting them unbuttoned and unzipped. He didn’t hesitate to slip his hand inside and wrap his fingers around Logan’s cock, groaning softly as he gave it a squeeze. It was hot and hard and for him, which was what mattered most at the moment. With everyone doing their own thing, finding their own pleasure, here was someone who wanted him, at least for a little while.
Logan was all for shedding more clothes. They were alone with some actual room to move and Logan doubted anyone was going to be interrupting them anytime soon. And if they did? Then they'd get quite a show. He groaned into Sebastian's mouth at that first feel of the guy's fingers around his cock. He was eager to return the favor and Logan pushed Sebastian's jeans down his hips just enough to get his own hand into Sebastian's boxer briefs. Impatience and arousal spurred him on to get Sebatian's underwear down too for easier access and once he'd done that, he slipped his hand around Sebastian's cock, stroking softly as he began to kiss him again, harder this time and with more intensity.
Sebastian smiled against Logan’s lips as he stroked him slowly, pleased with the little noise he’d made at that first contact. It was so satisfying to be the cause of Logan’s pleasure and it made his own cock twitch in response. Logan took ahold of him only seconds later and it was his turn to groan, his hips rolling towards Logan in response. The kiss deepened and Sebastian brought their bodies together as close as he could, wishing he had the opportunity to finally take in the sight of Logan almost naked, but wanting to feel that bare skin even more. He grabbed Logan’s ass with his free hand, giving it a squeeze as he bit his lip. Somewhere to sit, or kneel, or even lay down might be more preferable, but that would mean letting go of Logan for a moment and he wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.
Logan was too caught up in how good Sebastian's hand felt on his dick to really think about moving somewhere more comfortable. Being stoned and horny just made him amorous and impatient and he bit into Sebastian's lower lip briefly before pulling back enough to lower himself to his knees. Without hesitation, he took Sebastian's cock into his mouth and gave it a nice hard suck while moaning deep in his throat before he let up just enough to start licking and exploring the length with his tongue and lips. Logan had always gotten off on sucking cock as much as he did licking pussy. He didn't think Sebastian would mind the abruptness of what he was doing. This is why they were on the boat in the first place and what good would it do for either of them to wait?
Sebastian moaned into the kiss, that tiny bite of pain a pleasant counterpoint to Logan’s hand on his cock. And then Logan was on his knees, giving his dick a good, hard suck that made Sebastian shudder and reach for Logan, his hands sliding into his hair. If anyone ever questioned why he was messing around with Logan, this was the answer, something any guy who’d ever gotten good head would understand. He might not be boyfriend material, but he sucked cock with an intensity and skill that was addictive. Sebastian couldn’t think of anything else once his cock was in Logan’s mouth, just how hot it was, how the moaning sent vibrations up his spine, and how his tongue was determined to drive him insane.
That was one of the nice things about giving and getting head. It was really hard to think about anything else. Logan took his time, tasting every inch of Sebastian that he could reach, moaning deep every time he felt the tip near the back of his throat. There was always something so freeing about making out with someone without fear or worry that it would turn into something clingy and unwanted. Sebastian was hot and ready and willing to fool around and Logan was more than happy to oblige whenever he wanted it. He liked having Sebastian's hands in his hair and Logan reached down to give himself a stroke or two as he focused on Sebastian's cock, the taste and feel of it against his tongue. He wanted to make the other guy come, just so he could really taste all of him.
“Fuck,” Sebastian muttered, watching through half-lidded eyes as Logan swallowed him deeper and deeper, as he dropped his hand to stroke himself while he worked. It was the kind of image to get off to later, when he was alone and horny and wanted something real to fantasize about. He’d remember the way Logan’s lips wrapped around his cock, the way his tongue caressed him as he swallowed, but no memory coupled with his hand was as good as the real thing. It made his knees weak, his breathing heavier as he got closer, always wishing that he could last a little longer and yet wanting to come so bad he couldn’t bring himself to hold back. His ass clenched as he did his best not to thrust, his hands tightening in Logan’s hair as he found himself tumbling towards orgasm. “Close,” he gasped, knowing it would only take a minute more and he’d be done.
Close was fine with Logan, and it wasn't like he was going to judge Sebastian for it. The guy was drunk and even Logan sometimes had a hard time holding back when he was fucking around and wasted. He had no intention of pulling back either, sucking at Sebastian's cock harder and moaning his approval deep in his throat. He really did love sex any way he could get it, but there was something really fucking hot about getting a guy to go off, especially in his mouth. Logan knew some guys didn't like it, didn't want the taste, but Logan did, especially when he knew Sebastian was good for it and not going to hesitate to return the favor. The feel of Sebastian's hands in his hair only encouraged him and Logan gripped Sebastian's hip, holding him steady as he took his cock deeper.
The speed with which Logan got him there might’ve embarrassed Sebastian if he was a little less drunk, but it didn’t matter at the moment. Logan was giving him exactly what he wanted and he had no reason to hold back, so when that feeling hit he let himself come, cursing softly as Logan swallowed around him. He was fairly certain nothing could compare to that, certainly not a handjob, and he was eager to show his appreciation just as soon as he could catch his breath. He loosened his hold on Logan’s hair, running his fingers through it just briefly, a soft affectionate gesture that had no place there, so he pulled them away. “Come ‘ere,” he muttered, urging Logan to his feet. He wanted to taste himself on Logan’s lips and wrap his hand around his cock, even if he was still reeling and too sluggish to do much else yet.
Logan had plenty of experience swallowing cum, and he had long outgrown the desire to spit it out. Rarely did he ever want to anymore. He felt a surge of smug triumph, rather than disappointment, that he got Sebastian to come so fast and he made sure to take it all before Sebastian was encouraging him to stand up. He licked the tip of Sebastian's cock one more time before getting to his feet, a soft smirk on his lips. He kissed Sebastian without hesitation, stroking his tongue into the other guy's mouth almost instantly. Logan might never admit it out loud but he liked kissing almost as much as anything else, assuming the other person didn't try to gnaw his entire face off in the process.
Sebastian was a big fan of kissing. Before sex, during sex, and after. He was even fine with kissing that didn’t lead to sex, had been doing that for years, though he had to admit he liked it a hell of a lot more when it was with someone who turned him on. And nothing was quite as hot as kissing a guy who’d just blown him, the taste of his cum still lingering on his tongue. He was lazy about it, his own urgency gone, though Logan’s dick pressed against his hip was a nice reminder of what he had waiting for him. He reached down to stroke him, his thumb smearing the precum that beaded at the tip as he nipped at Logan’s bottom lip. “Your turn,” he smirked, then dropped to his knees so he could lick Logan’s dick from base to tip.
His turn. Well, Logan wasn't going to argue with that. He watched Sebastian lower himself to his knees, smirking a bit as the other guy began to work on his cock. Logan wanted to watch for a while, but it felt so good that it was hard to keep his eyes open. Instead he slid a hand into Sebastian's hair, gripping it tight, though he didn't tug or anything like that. He just wanted something to hold onto. Outside the boat he could hear some people in the distance laughing, the celebration of the New Year continuing long after the fireworks had faded. Most of all he could hear his heartbeat loud in his ears, and the sound of Sebastian's mouth on his dick. Logan groaned, but he held back a little, not wanting to come too soon.
With his eyes closed, Sebastian lost himself in the moment, in the thrill of sneaking around and getting Logan off, the hazy warmth of being drunk and post orgasmic, and the celebration of the new year. He didn’t have to think about anything other than what he was doing and that was simple really, sucking and licking Logan, taking him farther into his throat and swallowing around him. Sebastian liked the challenge, to see how far he could push himself and see how quickly he could make Logan cum. And at the same time he didn’t mind if Logan lasted longer because he liked sucking cock, especially when the other guy was responsive. The sounds Logan made and the way he held tightly to his hair would’ve made him hard if he hadn’t already cum. Even now it twitched as if hoping for another round.
Logan was more than content to stand there and just enjoy every sensation that pulsed through his body. Sebastian's mouth was heaven and Logan was just stoned enough that he felt like he could fall asleep to that feeling. Groaning deep in his throat, Logan slid his hands over and over through Sebastian's hair. This was really the best way to ring in the New Year and he figured he might have texted Sebastian himself if the other guy hadn't beaten him to it. His toes curled a bit in his boots and Logan inhaled sharply as the pleasure intensified, causing his spine to stiffen as he tried to hold back. "Fuck... gonna cum," he breathed, not sure why he was warning Sebastian about it, but it wasn't like he was in complete control of himself right then. Some part of him was pouty about it, because he didn't want to come yet. He wanted Sebastian on his knees all night long. Logan should've known better than to drink so much tonight. He tried to hold back, really he did, and so he released a grunty sort of whine as he spilled into Sebastian's mouth, his fingers curling tightly into the ginger colored strands beneath his hands.
Though Sebastian still thought of himself as relatively new to sucking cock, he was good enough to read the signs without the verbal warning. The way Logan’s body tensed slightly and his balls drew up tight was enough to give it away. That didn’t mean Sebastian didn’t appreciate it. He was drunk enough that he wasn’t quite paying attention and it prevented him from potentially embarrassing himself. He pulled back just the slightest bit, sucking with the intent to swallow, and hummed in approval when Logan came. He used to worry he’d be bad at that part, that he’d gag or wouldn’t like the taste, but he’d really only struggled that first time. He liked that it felt both dirty and intimate, maybe even a little bit primal, and hadn’t considered spitting it out since. Sebastian sucked until Logan seemed completely spent, then licked him clean before sitting back on his heels to catch his breath. He wanted to stretch out now, but was afraid he’d pass out if he let himself.
Logan wanted to pass out. He was actually proud of himself that he didn't immediately topple over on top of Sebastian, actually. Still breathing hard, Logan carefully loosened his grip on Sebastian's hair and groaned with satisfaction. There was the very vague hope that he hadn't tugged them too hard but Sebastian didn't seem upset or annoyed so that was good. "Damn dude," he murmured, grinning as he looked down at the other guy. "I like this boat." For a variety of reasons. And having to drive home was going to suck hard. "You okay?" he asked, tucking himself back into his boxer briefs.
Sebastian hadn’t realized how hard Logan was pulling on his hair until he let go and his scalp tingled in relief. It didn’t bother him like he thought it should, but he wasn’t sure if that was because he liked it or because he was too drunk to care. “Yeah,” he grinned up at Logan, then rubbed his hand over his mouth before slowly pulling his boxer briefs back up. “Just wishin’ I could pass out here, but...I like the boat too.” There was some logic there, about how he’d lose a privilege he hadn’t even had, but Sebastian wasn’t up for explaining himself. “Someday I’m gonna do this in a bed,” he laughed softly as he climbed to his feet. “Maybe even mine.”
"Beds are overrated," Logan said with a quick grin. "Though mine sounds really good right now." Fuck, how was he going to get home? Maybe he'd walk. Or not. It was fucking cold out. "Did you drive? Wanna share an Uber home?" He could always walk back to his car tomorrow morning, or ask Jasper to drive him over. All Logan wanted in that moment was to strip out of his clothes and climb into his bed and sleep for the next day or so. That sounded really fucking nice.
“Sure,” Sebastian smiled as he zipped himself up and pulled his shirt on. “I rode with friends. I knew there was no way I was driving home tonight.” The plan had always been to Uber home and sharing the ride would save him some cash, provided Logan didn’t live on the opposite end of town. The trick would be staying awake for the drive. All he wanted right now was to curl up under a pile of blankets and pass out. Pulling on his coat, he gave the room a quick look around. “We got everything?”
"Didn't come in with much," Logan explained as he readied his clothes and grabbed his coat to pull back on. He wished he wasn't so drunk that he could be ready to go again in a few and they could just hang out and get off all night long. Fuckin' weed. And liquor. He needed to plan his nights better, honestly. "You gonna be able to lock up okay behind us? Don't want your dad finding out and grounding you or anything," he said with a small grin. “At least we didn’t make a mess.”
“Aw, you concerned about me, Rees? I didn’t know you cared,” Sebastian teased, then grabbed the lockpick before thumbing the inside lock on the door as he opened it. “Door lock will hold for now. I’ll come back tomorrow afternoon and relock the deadbolt with the key.” It was one thing to pick a lock and another to relock it. Sebastian could do one, but not the other. “Nice thing about a blowjob,” he snickered softly. “It’s pretty clean.”
Logan snickered softly and followed Sebastian outside. Fuck it was cold! Damn these Maine winters. It made him miss being in the south. He zipped his coat up to his chin and shoved his hands into his pockets to find his gloves. "Most blow jobs are clean... depending on who you're with and how drunk you are. I'll get us an Uber. Hopefully there are some available around here." He doubted they were the only ones not wanting to drive home tonight. If Jasper hadn't gone home with Jules, he probably would have just called his friend, but he didn't want to leave Sebastian hanging... and Jasper had gone home with Jules, so that wasn't an option.
Sebastian shivered as he stepped outside, taking a deep breath to inhale the cold air into his lungs. And then...he was fine. Chilly, but not as miserable as he felt like he should be. Probably because he was drunk. “I’m gonna have to take your word on that for now,” he smiled, checking that the door was locked before climbing up onto the pier. He pulled his hat onto his head, then tucked his hands into his pockets, giving a little shiver as his body adjusted to the cold further. “We might have to wait a bit,” he said, realizing that the crowd had started to thin out. People were heading for home now that the fireworks were over. “I’d walk, but… not tonight.”
"You'd walk all the way to Overlook? That's quite a hike," Logan said, opening the app to request a ride. It didn't take long and Logan slipped his phone back into his pocket. "We can start heading towards Main Street though, that's where it'll pick us up." He'd probably fall asleep in the car, but it wouldn't be the first time. Now that he was out in the cold, Logan was sobering up a bit, but he was still exhausted and just wanted to get inside where it was warm again. He'd had fun with Sebastian, as he usually did, but damn next time they'd need to make sure they were inside somewhere warm where they didn't have to rush off again.
“I have, but...it was warmer and I was sober,” Sebastian said, realizing the more he thought about it how bad an idea that would be tonight. He was definitely Ubering. “Cool,” he said, glad that the request was placed and that they had a pickup spot. Now he just had to get there. Exhaustion was starting to hit him as well, but he figured if he kept moving he could make it home. As they walked, his mind started to wander, all the reasons to drink starting to seep back in. “Seems weird that everything is back to normal now. Like the last few days didn’t even happen.”
Logan groaned a little and tried to shrink down into his coat a little. "Oh man, let's not talk about that. I'm still a little high, and we just had a good time. Nothing kills the good vibes quicker than talking about this shitty town," he said. "Well, that and how fucking cold it is. I should've waited to come home next spring, you know?" Amused, Logan glanced at Sebastian. "You've lived here your whole life, so you know that's how this shit works. Lather, rinse, repeat. That's Point Pleasant. Pretty sure it's always going to be that way too. Only thing you can do is get out of here for a while."
Sebastian laughed a little and nodded, content to let it drop. He wouldn’t want someone killing his good vibes, so he didn’t want to do the same to Logan. “It’s not that cold,” he snickered. “So why’d you come back? I plan on getting out of here first chance I get. College, then some place warm maybe. Like Florida.” As soon as he said it, he knew it was a lie. It was a fantasy that left a bitter taste in his mouth, spoiled by the fact that he’d shared it with Hunter. He’d yet to find a suitable replacement though, the thought of college no longer quite as exciting when he realized he’d be doing it alone. No Greg, no Hunter, just him.
"Ran out of cash," Logan said simply, then laughed, his breath escaping in a puffy white cloud that quickly dissipated. "Sort of. I mean, there's only so much running around you can do on limited funds. And I missed home. More the people in it, than home in general. You want to go somewhere warm, don't go to Florida. Old people, hurricanes and idiots. Go to Malibu or something. Only thing you gotta worry about there is wildfires... and maybe earthquakes. But it's a hell of a lot nicer than Florida." He still dreamed about moving away permanently, but that didn't seem like something he could do right now, or even in the foreseeable future.
“Yeah, but California’s so freakin far,” Sebastian said with a little laugh. “I don’t know that my dad will bankroll that. Not that he’d pay for Florida either. I’ll probably just end up at University of Maine.” He knew his father would spring for Harvard if he got in, but then he’d also be obligated to follow the path his dad laid out for him. He thought he might have a bit more freedom if he went to Maine, where he’d applied for a couple of scholarships and only had to pay instate tuition. “I get missing the people though. That’s gotta be why people keep coming back. You still plannin’ to setup with Jasper?”
Logan couldn't figure out parents who wanted what was best for their kids, but only on their terms. Why not bankroll a college in Florida, or California? Didn't rich assholes want the "very best education" for their precious children? Maybe. But maybe not, if that meant giving up some control. College had never been in Logan's future, so he didn't really have much to say on it. The University of Maine wasn't even that far from Point Pleasant, so he supposed that worked for kids who still wanted to be far enough away to have fun, but close enough to drive home when they felt homesick. "Yeah, that's the plan. I'm kinda hoping it'll happen by the end of the month, but we'll see. It'd be nice to have my own space again." Logan pulled out his phone to see how close the Uber might be. "Not having to worry about finding a place to make out is a bonus."
“Yeah, right? I don’t mind getting creative, but it’s hard when it’s so freakin’ cold,” Sebastian snickered. If it had been summer, he’d probably be fine making out just about anywhere. He thought there was something hot about it, stripping down out in the open, hoping you wouldn’t get caught. Right now he’d just freeze his ass off. Sebastian wouldn’t have a place to call his own till college, so he’d just have to be mildly jealous of all the people he knew that had that kind of privacy. Even Greg, who’d been so kind to let him use his spare room on occasion. Sebastian closed his eyes for a second, just to rest them, then opened them again. That was a bad idea. He needed to keep his mind busy. “Where’d you go when you left? Any place fun?”
Logan was definitely hoping he and Jasper would get a place sooner rather than later. Having to try and find a place to fool around reminded him a lot of high school, and it was still as much of a pain in the ass now as it had been then. His brain was tired and he just wanted to sleep, but the small talk was doing a decent job of keeping him awake so he shrugged one shoulder, glancing down the street for the car. "Went on a road trip with some friends. Kind of just stopped wherever we felt like. I mean, parts of it was fun, but it stops being entertaining when you run out of cash. It was nice to get some wanderlust out of my system though. I think that's it," he told Sebastian, motioning down the street at the SUV coming in their direction.
Sebastian was usually good at small talk, but it felt harder with Logan. Maybe it was because he was drunk and Logan was high, or because they had so little in common, but it always felt like it took a little more work on his part and Sebastian was running out of steam. The second he stopped talking he felt dead on his feet and the only thing keeping him awake was the cold. There was no way he was going to make it home without falling asleep in the car. “Great,” he said, following Logan to the car. “I’m ready to be home and in bed.” He felt like he should say more, but couldn’t muster up the energy.
Logan knew he probably didn't make the "after" easy on Sebastian, but he generally shut down after the getting off was over. It was shitty of him, he knew, but there just seemed to be a block inside of him that tried to keep himself detached and separated from everyone else. A psychiatrist would probably have a field day with him if he ever decided to visit one. Logan opened the back door for Sebastian, gesturing for him to get inside first. Even if it had been cold as hell, at least it had been a decent night. Fireworks and weed and blow jobs. Honestly, it was a hell of a lot better than he thought it might end up being. And now he was ready for bed where he planned to stay for the next sixteen hours or so.