With Voyeuristic Intention
A/N: This one features some M/M content (and going forward there's a fair amount of M/M and F/M so be forewarned)
Chapter 3:
The Man's Got a Mouth Like a Hoover
There's nothing Kathryn enjoys more than making Sebastian pout. Well, almost nothing. It's probably only second to making him hard. Then again, both of those, kind of feed off one another. Her poor boy. He just makes it so damn easy for her. When he arrives at breakfast that morning, scowling like a toddler, she's just tickled.
"Sleep well Sebastian?"
He slumps down in the chair across from her and unfolds his napkin with a flourish. "Not particularly."
Kathryn smirks around the rim of her cappuccino. "That's a shame. I slept like a log." Of course, that was after some quality time with her favorite vibrator. She keeps that nugget of information to herself.
He glares at her across the breakfast spread. "I'm happy for you." She wants to poke at his pride a little more but then he changes the subject to the wholesome blonde nitwit. "Have you seen Annette?"
Ugh. "She hasn't come down. I imagine she's getting ready for her date with Greg McConnell."
Just as anticipated, Sebastian reacts with an appropriate amount of outrage. "Greg McConnell?" He sets his cup of coffee down hard enough some of it spills onto the clean linen tablecloth. "Are you shitting me? She's going out with that mouth breather?"
"Oh relax. They've known each other since they were in diapers. He's practically like a brother to her," she mocks. "I take it by your reaction you're not over your little run in with him."
"Not at all, I hardly remember it."
"He laid you out on your ass in front of the whole school."
"It was a sucker punch."
Taking a bite of bacon, she taunts, "That will teach you to put your dick where it doesn't belong."
"Careful sis, you might be digesting carbs there," he mocks. "Is that really wise at the height of swimsuit season?"
She scowls and childishly flicks a grape at him. Sebastian picks it off his plate and pops it in his mouth with a grin. "Where is he taking her anyway?"
"We are going on a tour of the city. You know Statue of Liberty, Central Park, all that tourist shit."
"We?"
"Yes, Annette has been kind enough to invite me along." His gloating smile vanishes. Kathryn takes another pointed bite of her bacon. "Would you like us to bring you back a souvenir?"
Sebastian begins to respond, but stops when Annette comes sailing into the room. Almost immediately Kathryn knows something is off. That obnoxiously chipper smile of hers has been replaced with a firm, thin line. She makes a beeline for the breakfast buffet in the corner without so much as a hello. Kathryn exchanges a look with her stepbrother before calling out in her best debutant purr, "Good morning Annette. Sleep well?"
"Not really," she replies, voice devoid of emotion. Interesting.
"There seems to be a lot of that going around." Kathryn smirks at Sebastian. He rolls his eyes.
"I heard you're spending the day with Greg McConnell," he looks over his shoulder at her. "I wasn't aware you two knew each other."
"Why would you?"
Sebastian turns back to her, eyebrows raised. Yeah, little miss sunshine has definitely left the building. Kathryn wonders what's up her ass. She studies the blonde when she joins them at the table, not taking a seat, but picking out a few pieces of fruit from the spread before them. She clears her throat before explaining, "Greg and I grew up together. This is the first time I've been able to hang out with him since I got here."
"That's nice," Sebastian tells her, although it's clear he thinks it's anything but. Kathryn wonders if her darling brother is nervous Greg might tell her a little about their shared history. None of it was terribly flattering. Of course, Kathryn can't resist making poor Valmont sweat.
"Sebastian and Greg go way back," Kathryn offers up with a sweet little smile. "I'm sure he could tell you a few stories."
Sebastian glares irritably at her. Annette pops a piece of cantaloupe in her mouth. "And what about you Kathryn? Could he tell me some stories about you?"
She flinches at the sharpness of her tone. There was definitely an accusation in there. Kathryn didn't react, ignoring the obvious hostility. "Probably not, I honestly don't know him that well, but hopefully that will change after this afternoon." Getting up from her chair she gathers her bag. "Speaking of which we should probably get going."
"Actually Kathryn, I was thinking it would probably be best if you didn't come this afternoon."
"What?"
"Well, you said it yourself, you don't really know Greg and anyway I'd hate for you to be bored with me talking about the family farm and my lame ass friends."
She's about to ask what she means by that when she realizes where she's heard that before.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuckity, fuck. The little bitch heard them.
Trying her best to swallow her panic Kathryn remarks, "I don't understand."
Annette's steely gaze burns into hers as she replies, "I think you do."
God fucking damnit.
"I imagine you'll have much more fun here with your stepbrother doing…whatever it is you two do." She pops another grape in her mouth then smiles in a way that could almost be called a sneer. "Have a nice day."
As the little bitch flounces out of the room, Kathryn's brain goes into overdrive wondering how much she heard last night. She obviously realized her Marcia Brady act was a con. Had she seen her snort a bump? Had she heard about the wager? Fear grips her throat, when she has a horrific realization. Oh god, had she seen her give her stepbrother a lap dance?
Kathryn looks to Sebastian, expecting him to appear just as freaked out as she was. He is not. The asshole is actually grinning. "What the hell are you smiling about?" she snaps.
"Oh, just you, getting your ass handed to you, by a girl from Kansas. Priceless."
"You fucking idiot, do you have any idea what this means?"
"That the headmaster's daughter isn't the puppet you thought she was?" He rises from his seat with a flourish. "That for once someone other than myself sees through your bullshit. Oh, I know!" Leaning over the table he taunts, "How about, you're going to lose that bet and I'm not only going to land her ass but yours as well." Sebastian laughs as he heads out the door. "You know what, I think I'm going to take a nice long swim, maybe play a round of golf. I'm suddenly feeling very invigorated!"
As he departs, his taunting laughter trailing after him, Kathryn grits her teeth in anger. Her idiot brother clearly didn't grasp the gravity of the situation. This went beyond her merely losing a bet (who said she wanted to win it anyway) or Annette not liking her (boo fucking hoo). This was her reputation at stake. That little hick bitch very probably knows several of her most explosive secrets and therefor has the power to completely decimate her life if she so chooses. There is no fucking way Kathryn will allow that to happen. Dorothy has to go.
Walking to the window, lost in thought, she considers various solutions. When she looks out, she's surprised to see dopey Greg standing by an SUV. A moment later Annette joins him, greeting him with a hug. Observing them Kathryn suddenly remembers a salacious piece of intel that has been rattling around her brain ever since Annette brought up Greg's name. She smiles as a plan begins to take shape.
So, little Annette likes to watch, huh? Well, she'll give her something to see alright. Something so shocking she'll be clicking her heels and chanting, "there's no place like home", all the way back to Kansas.
When Kathryn tracks him down in the sauna later that day, Sebastian's not the least bit surprised. Honestly, it shows a fair amount of restraint on his dear sister's part that she waited this long. He knows the bitch must be chomping at the bit to mastermind some kind of takedown of poor Annette. After all nobody rejects princess Merteuil and walks away unscathed.
His stepsister saunters in wearing a ballerina bun, a white towel and that's about it. Shit. As he is also only wearing a towel this has the potential to get messy fast. Especially if Kathryn is in the mood to play. Seeing as their last encounter ended with him getting the last laugh (literally) the odds are not in his favor.
Sebastian learned early on that when it comes to dealing with Kathryn, the only way to survive is to show no fear. So, he doesn't move from the hard wooden bench he's currently sprawled across and barely opens an eyelid to acknowledge her. "I've been wondering when you'd show your face," he drawls. "Off licking your wounds, sis? I know how well you take rejection."
"Fuck off," she huffs, taking a seat on the raised bench behind him. "I've been trying to clean up your mess."
"My mess?"
"Yes, if you hadn't been so insistent on conquering the farm girl, our asses wouldn't be on the line."
He lets out a short, incredulous laugh. "If you hadn't insisted on showing up and running your Marcia Brady act on her, your ass wouldn't be on the line."
"In any event, I have Blaine looking into her as we speak."
Sebastian looks back at her in surprise. "You can't be serious."
She nods, stretching out along the bench, head resting in her hand. Her towel rides up just enough to give a hint of cunt. Sebastian wonders if she's waxed. "If Miss Seventeen magazine has so much as a parking ticket, I'm going to use it to bring her down."
"You're unbelievable." He's honestly not sure if it's a compliment or an insult. "You're going to destroy this girls' life all because she was smart enough to see through your bullshit. Intuition like that should be savored not demolished."
Kathryn sits up, irritated. "You moron. Intuition has nothing to do with it. She overheard us last night."
Sebastian doesn't bother to hide his surprise. Now that was interesting. Now he understood his sister's sudden paranoia. However, he won't give her the satisfaction of a reaction. "Hmm, that does complicate things a bit."
"You think?"
"So, she knows you're a liar and have a few nasty habits. So what?"
"Yeah, I'm a little more concerned about her seeing what went down between us on the couch." Kathryn reclines once again on the bench, this time with her head directly behind him. Sebastian tries not to react when he feels her play with a curl on the back of his neck. "You remember that don't you Valmont?"
"Vaguely."
"If that got out, we'd both be dead in the water. Imagine if she ran off and told Daddy. All that pretty money of yours would be gone."
The bitch has a point. Things with Annette were difficult enough without her knowing he has an incest boner for his stepsister. Not to mention if his father found out he was getting handsy with Kathryn he would be in deep shit. Edward has long threatened to cut him off if he even so much as looks at his stepsister inappropriately. If he found out he was planning to ass fuck her by the end of the summer, he could kiss his billion-dollar inheritance goodbye. Thankfully his father practices absentee parenting fairly religiously, so he's pretty much clueless about what goes down at his house when he's not around. The last thing Sebastian needs is for someone to clue him in otherwise.
However, he's not really concerned. Something tells him Kathryn might be off with this one. "I think you're reaching. She didn't see anything."
"What makes you so confident?"
"Think about it." Sebastian turns to look at her. "If she had seen what went down on that couch, don't you think she'd be freaking a lot more? Hell, she'd probably be halfway back to Kansas by now."
"Maybe she's playing us."
Sebastian snickers at that. "And maybe I have two dicks. I seriously doubt it. Face it Kathryn, the only thing that girl was disturbed by was you, and honestly, who could blame her?"
"You sound awfully confident," she remarks, tone hard.
"Why shouldn't I? Without you whispering in her ear, I should get her in bed before Jeu d'amour." The Jeu d'amour is a very exclusive party held once a year. Well, it wasn't so much a party as it was a fancy orgy, hosted by this gorgeous, well renowned couple is Paris. Sebastian went last year, and it was one of the hottest nights of his life. There is no way he plans on missing it, Annette or no Annette.
"I would think you'd be concerned about someone else whispering in her ear."
"Such as?"
"Greg McConnell for one. I imagine he's filling her in on your history as we speak." Sebastian winces. She's probably right. McConnell hates him, having discovered him at homecoming with his fingers buried in the twat of his long-term girlfriend, the delectable Rebecca Ratcliff. He responded by kicking his ass in front of the whole school. Needless to say, their animosity was mutual.
Even if Greg is bad mouthing him, Sebastian isn't concerned. "Let him. It will be a cold day in hell before McConnell out maneuvers me."
"You're assuming of course he hasn't already."
He half turns to look at her. "Meaning?"
"I would think you'd have figured it out by now. It's obvious." Kathryn waits a beat, clearly relishing making him feel like an idiot. "Greg wrote the letters."
Sebastian laughs, because, come on. "Greg wrote the letters? You're out of your mind."
"Am I?" She sits up a little. "Think about it, he's the only person other than us and your aunt who she knows here. That coupled with the fact that he hates your guts. Of course, he'd want to warn his dear friend against you."
"Yes, but we're talking about Greg McConnell. He's a remedial reading student who can barely write a grocery list, let alone a whole letter. There's no way."
"There's more to Greg than you know. Besides it's the only thing that makes sense. He probably even advised her not to mention their friendship so you wouldn't get suspicious. I'm telling you, it's him."
The more Sebastian mulls it over, the more he thinks his stepsister is right. McConnell hates him and it couldn't be a mere coincidence that he just happens to be Annette's oldest friend. "Shit," he growls as his realization turns to anger. "He's fucking dead."
Kathryn releases a light laugh as she rolls on to her back. "You boys, always thinking with your fists and not your brains."
Sebastian looks back at her. He gets momentarily distracted by the sight of her cleavage, glistening with sweat, heaving against the towel. "What would you suggest I do?" he asks her tits.
"Why don't you use those infamous talents of yours to turn the tables on him."
His eyebrows jump at the suggestion. "You're not seriously suggesting I…?"
"Why not?" Kathryn turns over on her stomach, her face now mere inches from his own.
"Well, for starters I would need a weeks' worth of pharmaceuticals just to produce enough wood to get the deed done." Sebastian wasn't opposed to Greg's gender, after all he's had more than his fair share of male lovers. It was Greg himself that was the problem. A moronic homophobe with boy band hair and bad clothes. Pass.
"I don't know," Kathryn argues, her fingers once again teasing the back of his neck. Leaning in closer she whispers against his ear, "Imagine bringing a boy like that to heel. He'd fight it at first, his hands trembling on your hip as you make him suck your cock, but then, maybe it's not so bad after all. Maybe he kind of likes it, the salty taste, the throb. And oh god, what's that pressing against his butt? He'll gasp and plead. Stop, not there. He never knew having a finger in his ass could feel so good, and now he can't help wondering what it would feel like to have something bigger." Kathryn laughs husky and taunting. "By the end of it he'd be begging you for dick."
Sebastian's momentarily caught up in the fantasy she's painted. As always, his stepsister's an artist when it comes to sexual fantasy. However, there's one nagging problem.
"Forget it, the boy's painfully straight and I just don't have the time to do the necessary training."
"What if I told you there was no training necessary." When he looks back at her questioningly, she explains, "When I spoke with Blaine earlier, he told me the most fascinating story about our football stud. Apparently, Greg likes to tackle the tight ends on and off the field."
Sebastian's mouth falls open. "You're shitting me?"
"I shit you not. They've been hooking up since the beginning of junior year. According to Blaine, the man's got a mouth like a hoover." Sebastian laughs and Kathryn traces a finger over his lips. "Think of it as a twofer Valmont—sex and revenge."
His gaze lingers on his stepsister's tempting mouth. "Two of my favorite things."
"Indeed."
Kathryn rises up elegantly from the bench and uses a towel to damp the sweat on her brow and neck. Sebastian observes her with a suspicious eye. "You know, I can't help wondering sis, what's in this for you?"
They both know Kathryn never does anything that doesn't directly benefit herself in some way. She looks back at him, holding his stare for a long beat before replying, "I would think that would be fairly obvious by now."
"Enlighten me."
Holding his gaze, she moves to stand in front of him. Then as casually as can be, with a flick of the wrist, she removes her towel letting it drop to the floor. Sebastian's lip's part and for a solid minute he forgets how to breath. There it is. Everything, he's always secretly lusted for, but long convinced himself he would never have. Kathryn au natural.
Just as he long suspected, she's perfection. Full tits, not particularly large, but in perfect proportion to the rest of her slender frame. Her nipples are a dark dusty rose and already standing hard at attention, just ready to be sucked and bitten. Her skin is creamy porcelain, not a blemish in sight. And her cunt, well just as he long guessed it's completely bare and absolute perfection.
He tries not to react when Kathryn leans in, pressing her knee on the bench between his splayed legs. She leans over him, one hand on either side, and whispers against his ear. "Is it everything you hoped?"
Sebastian swallows uneasily, praying his voice doesn't crack. "It's certainly something."
"Imagine how it will feel wrapped around you." Then just to torture him further she bites at his earlobe. Sebastian sucks in a sharp breath. "I've thought about it. Sometimes it's all I think about."
Fuck. He knows she's toying with him, but his mind is so fogged with lust he can't think straight. "Are you saying you…"
"Yes," she breathes before pulling back so their eyes can meet. "Why do you think I offered it up in the first place?"
Sebastian tries to get ahold of himself. He's already hard and threatening to expose himself thanks to the skimpy towel. Trying to retain some of his dignity he tells her, "You honestly expect me to buy that? You just want to ruin Annette."
To his surprise Kathryn smiles. "Why can't it be both?"
She then pulls back, her expression as always unreadable. She turns around and immediately Sebastian's eyes fall to her ass. He's about to make some smart remark about this all being rather desperate, but then she's bending over to retrieve her towel and he literally loses the power of speech. There's her pussy in all its glory, peeking out from between the perfect globes of her ass, mere inches from his face. And goddamn she really is flawless. This time he can't stop the groan from escaping his throat. To top it off the little bitch is wet. He realizes then that while his stepsister might be toying with him, it wasn't all pretend. She wanted this too. Maybe just as bad as he did.
Fuck, he has to win this bet.
Kathryn stands back up, wrapping the towel around herself. She's grinning smug and triumphant but for once he doesn't care. She turns and heads for the door, but not before tossing off one last taunt over her shoulder. "Happy hunting Sebastian."
"So, what do you know about Sebastian?"
Annette and Greg are sitting inside a crowded deli off of Time Square eating ginormous sandwiches when she finally gets up the courage to ask the question that has been needling her all day. Well, one of them at least. They have been doing all the tourist things for most of the afternoon and she's been waiting for the right time to bring it up. Greg was such a sweetheart and has always acted rather big brotherly towards her, so she suspects if she tells him Sebastian is sniffing around, he'll get pissed. She figures it's best to do it someplace where he can't lose his temper. Going by the look that appears out his face when she mentions his name it's probably a good call.
Greg let's his club sandwich drop to the plate, and he wipes his mouth. Looking uneasy he asks, "Sebastian Valmont? How do you know him?"
Sometimes she forgets, while he's very sweet, Greg is not the sharpest. "He's Mrs. Rosemond's nephew," she reminds him. "He's staying at the estate this summer too."
"Son of a bitch," he mutters under his breath before quickly apologizing. "Uh, sorry."
"What is it?"
"Look Annie, I don't mean to seem dramatic or anything, but you have to promise me you'll stay away from him."
Of course, she's not particularly surprised to hear this, but she was curious about the venom in his tone. "Yeah, I heard he has something of a reputation."
Greg scoffs, "That's putting it mildly. The guys a complete creep. If it wasn't for the fact that his family owns most of Manhattan, he'd probably be kicked out of school by now or worse."
Wanting more details she presses, "Is he really that bad?"
"Most definitely." Lowering his voice, mindful of the kids sitting the next table over, he whispers, "He's slept with half the girls in school, maybe more and most of them have lived to regret it. He loves posting videos and shit after the deed is done. He's a real perv. Oh, and he loves to mess around with innocent girls which is why you need to stay away from him."
She takes offense to this. "I'm not that innocent."
Greg levels a look at her. "You wrote that article, didn't you? Trust me, to a guy like Valmont that's like wearing a target on your back." He finishes his soda then turns to her. "Look, I'm not saying this to be a jerk or anything, I know you can handle yourself. I just want you to be careful."
"You have nothing to worry about," she assures him. "I have no intentions of getting involved with him. I'm just curious, having heard some things."
He nods. "Yeah, I've had some of my own run ins with that asshole. At the homecoming dance last year, I caught him messing around with my girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, Rebecca. The smug son of a bitch didn't even apologize when I found them together. He told me I should thank him for warming her up."
"That's gross," she admits. "Is that why you guys broke up?"
"Uh, no, we just found we didn't have a lot in common anymore. But I mean, I didn't blame her for what happened. She told him she wasn't interested but he didn't listen."
Annette flinches in surprise. Lowering her voice she asks, "Are you saying he forced her?"
"Well, uh, not exactly. He just…confused her or something. You know played games with her head, made her think she wanted it, but she really didn't! She promised me, she didn't like him like that."
She is weirdly relieved to hear this. It sounds like Rebecca was a lot more willing than Greg wanted to admit, but she wasn't about to point that out. "Well, I have no intentions of having anything to do with Sebastian. I plan on avoiding him for the rest of the summer."
"Glad to hear it." He pats her hand then digs back into his sandwich.
Annette sips her iced tea thoughtfully then asks, "So what about his sister Kathryn? Do you know her at all?"
"Kathryn?" he says around a mouthful of food. "She's awesome. Super sweet and really down to earth. She's the class president and the head of a bunch of different clubs. Everyone loves her."
Oh, for the love of god. Annette has to stop herself from rolling her eyes.
"Really? She seems kind of fake to me."
"No way, Kathryn's the greatest," he assures her with a dopey grin. "I know it seems weird that a girl who's that pretty and popular is also super nice but trust me, she's the real deal. That's exactly the sort of girl you should try to me friends with."
"You think so?"
Missing the obvious sarcasm in her tone he nods, "Most definitely. Trust the Gregster, I'd never steer you wrong."
Annette is starting to have her doubts.
"Let's make this quick," Greg grumbles as he follows Sebastian into the pool house. "I have practice at three."
It's almost insultingly easy to lure Greg into his clutches. Sebastian has Vivian call him the following day with some story about Annette needing to see him. When he arrives, Sebastian ambushes him, explaining Annette was out for a run but he needed to talk with him in private a moment. Being the simpleton that he is, Greg doesn't stop to question any of this. Talk about leading the lambs to slaughter.
"Thanks for meeting me," Sebastian closes the door behind him, grimacing as he takes in the jocks stained football jersey. "I really appreciate it."
"Cut the shit Valmont. What do you want?" His gaze sweeps the spacious living room area, appearing as though he was trying to look at anything but Sebastian. This probably has to do with the short swim shorts Sebastian was wearing and the open robe exposing his bare chest. "And where's Annette? Some chick called me saying she had to see me."
"Yeah, Annette isn't here," he explains as he heads to the bar to fix himself a drink. "She's volunteering in the city. The girl who called you is a friend of mine. I needed to talk to you and I suspected you wouldn't agree otherwise. Sorry about that. Drink?"
He shook his head. "I'm in training. What's so damn important you had to go through all this?"
"Well, I know you and I haven't always gotten along. I know that's mostly my fault what with everything that happened with Rebecca. I'm sorry about that, by the way." Sebastian flops down on the couch and spreads out, mildly amused at the way Greg was so obviously trying not to ogle his impressive bulge. "You see Greg, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and I'm attempting to make amends with people I've wronged. You, naturally are on the top of that list."
Greg looks at him skeptically. "Really?"
"Yes. I want a fresh start at Manchester this year. So, what do you say, do you think you have it in your heart to forgive me?" He leans forward in his seat and offers his hand to the other boy.
Greg stares at the outstretched hand for a long beat before scoffing, "No, no fucking way. How stupid do you think I am? Turn over a new leaf. Please. Do I look like some kind of junior varsity cheerleader to you?"
"I don't know," Sebastian deadpans, "Turn around and bend over."
Ignoring the obvious sexual innuendo, Greg rails on, "I know exactly what this is about. You're trying to nail Annette. Yeah, she told me all about it."
Sebastian cocked one elegant eyebrow at this. "Oh? What exactly did she tell you?"
"She said you've been dogging her since she arrived. Coming on, being a sleaze. Admit it."
God he is losing brain cells the longer this conversation drags on. Wanting to speed things up he tells him, "You got me Greg. I'm full of shit. I am after Annette."
"I knew it!"
"Yes, you're so smart," he drawls. "You see I'm planning to fuck the wholesomeness out of your good buddy Hargrove and you McConnell are going to help me do it."
"The hell I am!" He charges up to him, all riled up and Sebastian's reminded of the afternoon when he confronted him about messing around with Rebecca. He idly wonders if he'll once again try to take a swing at him. For his sake he better not. "You so much as look at her funny asshole and I'll beat the shit out of you. You think that ass kicking I gave you in the quad hurt? Wait until I really get started."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Goddamn right I am faggot."
Sebastian clucks his tongue as he runs a lazy hand over his chest. "Greg, that is not a wise move. In fact, I think it's in your best interest to keep me happy."
He laughs incredulously. "Not a chance. I've already warned her against you. I told her all about your reputation and the fucked up things you do to girls. Annette's way too smart to fall for your bullshit, but just in case she isn't, I'm going to make sure you don't lay a hand on her. Stay the hell away from her asshole, understand?"
"Got it."
He lets the little closet case think he has the upper hand and waits until he gets to the door before calling out, "Oh Greg, there is one last thing."
"What?"
Sebastian picks up the remote and turns on the TV. Immediately the screen fills with the image of Greg on all fours, getting his ass pounded by Tuttle. Their lusty moans blare from the surround sound, filling the room. Greg watches the screen slack jawed for a moment, the color completely draining from his face. "Oh my god," he breathes. "W-where did you get this?"
"A friend loaned it to me." Sebastian reclines back on the sofa, watching the amateur porno. "You know I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised. When I heard about the two of you, I would have bet good money you were a top. I should have known. All closet cases love it up the ass."
"Shut it off," he orders, his voice already losing its authority.
"Not just yet, here's my favorite part." They watch as Blaine cums inside him and Greg immediately turns around and gobbles up his cock. "Ooh McConnell, you nasty little slut. Look at that, out of your ass and into your mouth."
"Turn it off goddamnit!" he yells, storming up to him. Unbothered Sebastian raises the remote and shuts it off. Greg continues to look shaken, not making eye contact. "Now look Valmont, this isn't what it looks like."
"Oh, you mean that isn't you getting your ass reamed out by the school drug dealer?"
"I-it was just a one time thing and I—"
"Was really drunk and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Spare me. I know what a drunken hook-up looks like and that's not it. Besides, Blaine told me all about your nasty little affair. There's really no sense in denying it."
"You can't show anyone that tape man, it could ruin my whole career."
"Not to mention your reputation as the school's bright, shinning homophobe." Sebastian rises up from his seat taunting, "I wonder what all your asshole friends would say if they found out how much you enjoy dick?"
McConnell looks so panicked Sebastian thinks he might burst into tears. A small part of him almost feels sorry for him. Imagine hating a part of yourself that much you'd stoop to anything to keep it hidden. However, any empathy he might feel for the shithead evaporates when he remembers how he's fucking up his plans for Annette. Screw'em.
"Please," he begs pathetically, "I'll do anything."
Sebastian pretends to think it over a minute before shaking his head. "Nah, I don't think so. You refuse my simple favor and then brag about bad mouthing me to Annette. Not to mention writing her those letters about me."
"Letters?" he shakes his head, "I don't know what you're talking about. I never wrote her any letters."
He rolls his eyes, "Don't bother to lie. I know it was you. You're the only one who knows her."
"It wasn't me! I swear to God, I talked to her yesterday about what happened with Rebecca, that's it! I never wrote anything."
Sebastian observed him silently. Shit. He was telling the truth. McConnell clearly isn't that good a liar not to mention he really had no reason to. Thinking it over he realizes it was stupid to think Greg had written them in the first place. The boy was a neanderthal and a bully. He wasn't capable of an elegant character assassination.
This leaves Sebastian back at square one as far as the letters are concerned. However, that doesn't mean McConnell can't be useful. In more ways than one.
"Alright I believe you," he sighs. "I won't show anyone this video, but in return you have to do me a couple of favors."
He nods vigorously. "Yeah, sure man, anything."
Oh, he was going to come to regret that.
"Anything? Well alright then, for starters, this whole incident has kind of turned me on." Grabbing McConnell's hand, he places it on his crotch. "Get my point?"
He jerks back, face filled with shock. "No way, fuck off."
Sebastian shrugs and pulls out his phone. "Fine, your funeral."
"W-what are you doing?"
"I'm posting your vid to Pornhub and the Manchester Facebook page." He pauses and looks up at him. "What do you think, YouTube too?"
Greg makes an attempt to grab his phone. "Come on man," he whines. "Please, don't make me do this."
"Greg, all I want is a kiss," he coos.
The big, dumb sheepdog of a boy shuffles nervously before acceding. "Just a kiss?"
Sebastian nods and Greg moves towards him, head down, eyes wide and nervous. He awkwardly reaches for him, cupping his face. He's taller than Sebastian so he has to bow his head. Slow as molasses he moves in and it's taking everything in Sebastian not to roll his eyes. Finally, just as that pout grazes his own, he presses his finger to his lips and specifies, "I didn't say I wanted you to kiss me here."
The jock freezes. "What?"
Sebastian cups his face. "Oh Greggy, I know you're a remedial student, but try to keep up. You're going to drop to your knees, and worship by big, fat dick with this talented mouth of yours. If you don't, I'm going to destroy your pathetic little life. Got it?"
He steps back and drops back down onto the sofa, while Greg remains prone in a state of shock. His mouth opens and closes like a fish caught on land. Sebastian rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers, pointing at his dick. "Let's go, it's not going to suck itself."
"B-but I…"
If he is hoping to elicit pity from him, he's going to be greatly disappointed. "Oh, for Christ's sakes," he snaps meanly, "You've been eye fucking my bulge for the past ten minutes so spare me the blushing debutante routine. Get on your fucking knees."
He watches as his jaw tightens in anger and an internal war seems to play out over his face. He knows he's dead if he doesn't do as ordered, but is that enough to get him over his hatred of him? In the end, as always, self-preservation kicks in and Greg reluctantly sinks down to his knees. Sebastian watches with gleeful amusement as the shaking boy reaches for his swim trunks and tugs them down, averting his eyes the whole time. It's sick and fucked up, but he gets a twisted kind of pleasure watching this self-loathing asshole submit. He more than has it coming.
Sebastian's cock springs free, already half-hard. He isn't sure if was on account of being genuinely turned on by this or if it's just because he's been in a perpetual state of hardness ever since Kathryn bent over and showed him paradise. Either way he goes with it.
Greg wraps his trembling hand around Sebastian's pulsating cock and gently jerks him off. Sebastian looks up at the ceiling in annoyance. At this rate he is liable to lose his hard on without some serious intervention. Grasping him by the hair, he forces his gaze on him and orders, "I suggest you show the proper enthusiasm McConnell, if you don't want your dick sucking skills blasted all over the internet."
His eyes narrow in silent fury and he gets this determined little crease in his brow as his grip tightens. Leaning forward he licks off the dollop of pre-cum that has gathered at the tip. Sebastian's hips jerk in appreciation. Getting the hint McConnell finally puts his mouth on him, sucking just the head of his dick. It's not bad but once again Sebastian's inpatients get the better of him. Tightening his grasp on the jocks hair he thrusts up, forcing all eight inches into his throat. He sputters and gags, until Sebastian releases him. "I can fuck your face if you prefer," he warns him.
Greg, lips still wrapped around his length gives a brisk shake of his head. Sebastian loosens his grip and suddenly it's like the tiger is off its leash. All his earlier apprehension vanishes and is replaced with unbridled enthusiasm as he begins sucking Sebastian's cock down like it's his last meal. With one hand gripping the base, his cheeks hollow out as he bobs frantically on his meat taking nearly all of it down his throat all the while making the most vulgar sounds.
Sebastian's head rolls back on the couch and he groans. "Fuck, that's what I'm talking about. Goddamn McConnell, you do have a mouth like a hoover. Suck it hard."
Rather than get all pissy like earlier, his nasty talk seems to spur him on. He moans around his length, the vibrations force another groan from Sebastian's throat. He sucks harder and faster, slurping and slobbering like a good little whore. When he lifts off his cock only to start tonguing his balls, he's almost impressed. Clearly Tuttle taught him well.
"Shit baby, just like that," Sebastian pants, shoving his dick back in his greedy mouth. "Yeah, deep throat that fucker.
Greg meets his stare and he's genuinely surprised by the obviously desire swimming in his eyes. "Are you hard McConnell?"
He nods, his nose practically buried in his pubes. "Show me," Sebastian grunts.
With his fumbling free hand, he tugs down his gym shorts enough to pull out his cock. It's about seven inches and curves to the right slightly. "Not bad," he tells him. When Greg begins to jerk himself off Sebastian puts a stop to it. "Uh, none of that."
He whimpers but does as instructed. Sebastian runs a hand through his hair, before gripping it once again. He fucks his face, harder this time. He is met with no objection.
He then remembers he has a bit of business to attend to. Keeping a grip on the jock, Sebastian reaches for his phone on the couch and snaps a few pics. He sends them to his stepsister along with a text:
Coming along quite well
It doesn't take long for that familiar sensation to gather in his balls as Sebastian's pleasure climbs. Dropping his phone, he jerks harder against his sucking mouth. He doesn't have long. For a brief moment he considers pulling out and coming all over McConnell's jockboy face, but then thinks better of it. "I'm going to cum," he grits out. "Where do you want it?"
"My mouth," he manages to get out around the length in his mouth.
Sebastian snickers. "Oh, you're that kind of slut, huh? Well…here you go…" Tightening his grip on him, he lunges forward and with a roar of pleasure and cums down his throat. Like the eager little cum whore he is, Greg gulps down every drop.
Sebastian collapses back on the sofa, his orgasm still causing minor, but pleasant little tremors throughout his body. Even though he feels mildly sated his cock is still half hard. Greg notes as much. "Wow, you're not even soft," he breathes.
"It takes a lot to satisfy me Greg." And we're not even half-way home yet.
Sitting up, he reaches for the jock, cupping his face and letting his thumb tease against his red, swollen lips. He can feel his pulse against his palm, it's quick and eager. Slowly he leans in and captures his mouth in a hungry kiss, letting his tongue push into his mouth, tasting himself. Greg eagerly kisses him back, pushing up into him, clearly looking for some kind of friction against his hungry cock.
Sebastian shifts off the couch and onto the ground beside him, guiding him backwards until they were flat on the floor. They make out for a hot minute, with Greg's jersey rucked up and Sebastian running his fingers over his admittedly impressive abs. Slowly he trails his hand downwards, until he grips his length in his fist. He bucks into his hand. Sebastian bites down on his lip then pulls back.
"Oh shit, I nearly forgot," he pretends to look at the clock on the wall then sits up. "You have to get to practice, don't you?"
Greg, still prone on the floor, looks up dazed and horny. "Uh, I, uh guess."
"Well, we can pick this up later if you like."
Sebastian starts to get up only for Greg to tug him back down. Sitting up now, he wets his lips. "Um, you know I can probably skip it. I mean if y-you want."
"I think the question is, do you want?" He dips his hand into his curls before tracing a teasing finger up his cock.
"Come on man," he groans like he's one of his football buddies and not someone extorting sexual favors from him.
Sebastian leans in and kisses his neck while jerking his cock painfully slowly. Greg's eyes flutter shut and he bites down on his lip. Sebastian knows what he wants of course, but he won't give it to him until he begs. His pride demands nothing less than the asshole's utter humiliation.
"I'd hate to think I was making you do something you didn't want to," he taunts against his neck. Releasing his cock he reaches lower, past his balls and lets his finger tease his perineum.
Greg, now openly panting attempts to find words. "No, no I…oh fuck…please…"
Sebastian nips at his jaw. "Please what?"
"I want it," he gasps, trembling with need.
"Want what? Say it."
Greg's eyes open and land on him. "I want you to fuck me," he breathes. "I want you to fuck me hard."
Sebastian pulls back and smiles. "Very good." He kisses him once more then orders, "Now take off those ugly fucking clothes."