Sebastian - a peek into his mind
This scene is not included in the series 'Obsessed'. It is an exclusive insight into Sebastian's point of view.
Meik had already left for work when Sebastian woke up late that morning. He had a vague recollection of him shifting out of bed, pulling his arm away and letting Sebastian’s head fall onto the bed. But he hadn’t properly woken up. Sebastian was sleeping later and later ever since Meik let him stay in his apartment. He liked to think he was catching up on all the sleep he’d missed while living on the streets.
A wide yawn parted his lips, and he rolled onto his back. His fingers curled under the pillow, back arching off of the mattress. The sheets twisted around his hips, a slight rise at the front betraying his morning wood. He didn’t think he had ever been as horny as he was with Meik around. Or, for that matter, as satisfied.
Sebastian hadn’t really gotten the chance to experiment with his sexuality as a teenager. Hell, he hadn’t even gotten a chance to watch porn like most fifteen-year-olds and discover the sorts of things that turned him on. In a way, Meik was a blessing. Even if he was a complete jerk sometimes—most of the time—he was teaching him all sorts of things. Things Sebastian had never thought he would like. Like struggling for air with strong hands wrapped around his throat.
Wiggling out from the cocoon of blankets, he sat up on the bed. Pain shot through his lower back, the bruises on his ass cheeks shouting in protest. Quirking a faint smile, his fingers ran down his stomach, towards his marked-up hips. There were scratches all over his chest, an imprint of Meik’s teeth around one of his nipples, and his throat was probably covered in purple and red. If his parents were to see him now...well, they’d either have a heart attack or beat him for the amount of sinning he’d been doing. Frankly, though, he couldn’t muster up one fuck to give. He loved being here, with Meik. Sinning all day long.
Sebastian’s growling stomach prompted him to leave the bedroom and stroll down the hallway into the kitchen. Just as he settled on the couch with a bowl of cereal—he’d managed to convince Meik to buy him something sugary and brightly colored—his phone beeped. Balancing the bowl on his thighs, he snatched up his phone. Meik was texting him. It was always Meik texting him. He literally had no one else in his phone.
Clean up the house and make the bed before I get home.
Rolling his eyes at the text, Sebastian took a spoonful of cereal into his mouth and texted back: Yes, sir.
He wasn’t a fucking maid and yet at the same time, he owed Meik for letting him stay. Between being a maid for a sexy blond man and sitting out on the freezing streets, he would always choose the former.
Once he finished up his breakfast, he put the bowl in the dishwasher and started to clean the apartment. It wasn’t too messy. Meik didn’t have much clutter in his life, and Sebastian didn’t have any possessions but his guitar and a few sets of clothes Meik had bought for him. He used his phone to turn on music, singing along and traipsing around the apartment naked.
Sebastian was putting the bathroom back in order when he found something interesting. A small eyeliner pencil, never used, rolled from the back of one of the almost empty drawers. Amusement flickered in his eyes, and he picked it up, looking it over. He’d always wanted to try wearing make-up. Growing up, sneaking and watching music videos on the school computers, he’d always thought the rockstars looked so cool with their flashy clothing and make-up. It was stupid and foolish, but they’d seemed so free and wild. That was something he admired. Something he craved.
Green eyes met a matching set in the mirror as he rested his hips against the cold marble of the counter. Well, his parents weren’t around to dictate his life anymore. So he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and they wouldn’t be able to stop him.
As it often did, that thought produced a wide grin. His life was no longer dictated by those tyrants, and although Meik could be a controlling ass, he was nowhere near as bad as his parents. And he made him feel so good.
He pulled the wrapper from around the top of the eyeliner and uncapped it. Keeping his eyes focused on the mirror, he carefully circled his eyes with the black liner. The darkness of it made them pop even more, but it didn’t look quite right. He scrubbed his eyes clean before starting over again. This time his hand was steadier, and it turned out a lot better.
Sebastian was artfully smudging the liner around his eye when he heard the front door open.
“Boy! Where are you?” Meik’s deep voice echoed around the apartment.
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