Challenge 10 - Jar of Heart: First time
Title: First time
Rating: M, dealing with sex.
Warning: UNDERAGED SEX! Specially a minor with an older guy. You’ve been warned!
Summary: Sebastian was fourteen when he learned that sex could be empowering. Sebastian/OMC
Words: ~ 1340
Inspirational Prompt (very losely): He bought me a oreo ice cream cake with "thanks for not calling the cops!" written in icing.
AN: Less porn than it was supposed to be! More like a background study of my RP!Sebastian and exploring a little bit of this head canon. Abrupt ending is abrupt because I think I would never stop if someone doesn’t force me to! Not betaed! You can point out any mistakes you can find!
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“Sebastian, sweet, are you sure you don’t want to go to Mrs. Laroche with us?” Sebastian raised his eyes from the book he was reading on the living room while his mom entered the room, her long dress flowing gracefully around her. “I think her nephew might be visiting. He’s close to your age, you know.”
“Come on, Sarah. Sebastian has better things to do than spend a night talking with old people.” His father replied before he could open his mouth to say so. One look at his father’s eyes and he nodded.
“Yeah, I need to finish this book for school. It’s due Monday.” He gave his mom a smile and lowered his eyes to the book again, avoiding looking at his father. If he recalled correctly, going to any of his parent’s gathering had never been a real option since he decided to come out.
“Okay. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call the Blanchards next door.” Sarah Smythe kissed him on the cheek, her perfume lingering on his senses minutes after they left. His father didn’t look his way once.
He snapped the book close and take a look at the clock. Don’t hesitate to call the Blanchards. He wouldn’t, not tonight. Gabriel was finally home.
Gabriel Blanchards was the youngest son of their neighbors, five years older still than Sebastian. But they have been closer. At least, when Gabriel was around in town and not at Oxford, studying Literature and English. Or something like that. He didn’t really care. He just knew Gabriel was gorgeous and liked to talk with him in English and really liked to spend time with him. Or used to, half an year ago, the last time he had seem the older boy. Not to mention, Gabriel had been the one to help him when he decided to come out to his parents, being gay himself.
He forwent the phone and was just deciding to go directly next door when there was a knock. He was greeted with a perfect smile on the most gorgeous face (and body) he had ever seem. Gabriel Blanchards, recently turned 19 years old, stood on his front door like some model from one of those magazines he kept hidden under his bed.
“Hey, little Sebastian.It’s been a while, right?” He said, smiling in an almost bashful way. Sebastian loved how he pronounced his name, in that thick French accent, while everything else was said in the most perfect English, from years of study and practice.
“Hey! Gabriel. Just. Come on in.” He feels giddy, like a fourteen year old should feel in front of a crush. Gabriel walks in, taking a look around.
“Just talked with your parents while they were leaving and I thought I could come and say hi, since you would be alone. You’ve grow.” The way the older guy said that last part made his heart beat a little bit faster and he could feel the heat all over his body.
“Yeah, I just went through a grow spurt. You can’t call me little Sebastian anymore.” He grinned, sitting on the armchair of the sofa, leaning just slightly, like he saw so many times in movies. He didn’t care how silly he might look.
“You’ll always be younger than me, so you’ll be forever little Sebastian to me.” Gabriel laughed, but couldn’t help stare at the way the younger body curved around the sofa just at the right angle. He coughed a little. “You’re what? Thirteen?”
“Almost fifteen. So not little anymore.” His smile could almost be described as a smirk, but just not quiet. There was still the small adoration in the way he looked at Gabriel, almost like longing, not nearly smug enough.
Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck, sitting down at the other sofa on the living room, as far away from Sebastian but still where he could keep the perfect view of the way the other boy was still leaning. “Already? I remember when we first. met. You were what? Twelve? I’ve just moved in and you were crying because your fish had just died? Was that it?”
Sebastian shook his head and stood up. “No, I was almost eleven and it was my hamster. And I wasn’t crying. Just upset that my father wouldn’t bother to properly bury Philip and just wanted to go buy me another one.” He sat down next to Gabriel. “You were all worried back then, wanting to protect me from the mean adults in your charming but ridiculous English speak.”
Gabriel laughed out loud. “Well, you help me a lot on the English department. I used to think of you as the younger brother I never had.”
“Used to? Really?” The younger boy leaned a bit closer. “That’s good to know.”
Gabriel stared at the way the other boy’s pupil seemed to darker at the end. “Why is that?” He whispered.
“Because if you still think of me as your little brother, this would be very weird.” Sebastian said, closing their distance with a kiss on his lips. Perfect his mind provides.
Oh, god, this is wrong. Gabriel heard the voice in the back of his mind, even though every other part of his body wasn’t complaining at all. He pushed the other boy from him. “No, Sebastian, you can’t do that.”
Sebastian, who was practically kneeling on the sofa sat back at his feet. “Why not? I can see the way you look at me. I love how you look at me, how you make me feel.” Loved, cared, special.
Gabriel groaned, still keeping his hands raised in front of it. “I can’t do that. You’re a kid.”
“I’ve been with other guys before, Gabriel. But I’ve just been wanting for you to return.” He lied, taking the older boy’s hand on his own, gently. “You’ve always loved me in your own way. Let me love you my own way now.” He brought their hands to his hips and rest them there until he could feel Gabriel clinging to him.
When they kiss again it was something mutual and deeper. Sebastian couldn’t lie to himself to say he wasn’t even a little bit nervous. But the confidence he felt when he saw the way Gabriel looked at him only grew while the other boy let his hands roams his body. And it kept increasing when he felt how hard the other boy was, how he could make the older guy moan his name, make him lose his sense long enough to let his natural french accent take over everything that came out of his perfect mouth.
And he couldn’t lie to say it didn’t hurt when Gabriel entered him, finally, filling him to his core. But he never felt more safe, more loved, more cared in the world. And even if this wasn’t really the kind of love that poets write about, at least it was enough to fill the missing parts he didn’t even know were there. When he came, a few thrusts before Gabriel followed, he felt completed. At least for those glorious seconds of ecstasy.
Of course he was disappointed when Gabriel left. Sad when the older boy just kept apologizing for the mistake. That first night felt like a heartbreak should feel, specially to a fourteen year old.
It didn’t stop Sebastian for trying again, though. By the end of that week, he managed to see Gabriel alone two more times. Each time his confidence grew, each night the heartbreak was considerably smaller. Each time, he could feel those missing pieces being filled by the rush of blood, the sweaty skins, the thrill of the forbidden, the little power he had over the other boys body and life. He could ruin him, he could rule him with sex.
The morning Gabriel left to go back to Oxford, Sebastian found a gift on his nightstand. It said more than any note attached could: Thank you, Sorry, Goodbye. He just trashed it that same night.
Rating: M, dealing with sex.
Warning: UNDERAGED SEX! Specially a minor with an older guy. You’ve been warned!
Summary: Sebastian was fourteen when he learned that sex could be empowering. Sebastian/OMC
Words: ~ 1340
Inspirational Prompt (very losely): He bought me a oreo ice cream cake with "thanks for not calling the cops!" written in icing.
AN: Less porn than it was supposed to be! More like a background study of my RP!Sebastian and exploring a little bit of this head canon. Abrupt ending is abrupt because I think I would never stop if someone doesn’t force me to! Not betaed! You can point out any mistakes you can find!
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“Sebastian, sweet, are you sure you don’t want to go to Mrs. Laroche with us?” Sebastian raised his eyes from the book he was reading on the living room while his mom entered the room, her long dress flowing gracefully around her. “I think her nephew might be visiting. He’s close to your age, you know.”
“Come on, Sarah. Sebastian has better things to do than spend a night talking with old people.” His father replied before he could open his mouth to say so. One look at his father’s eyes and he nodded.
“Yeah, I need to finish this book for school. It’s due Monday.” He gave his mom a smile and lowered his eyes to the book again, avoiding looking at his father. If he recalled correctly, going to any of his parent’s gathering had never been a real option since he decided to come out.
“Okay. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call the Blanchards next door.” Sarah Smythe kissed him on the cheek, her perfume lingering on his senses minutes after they left. His father didn’t look his way once.
He snapped the book close and take a look at the clock. Don’t hesitate to call the Blanchards. He wouldn’t, not tonight. Gabriel was finally home.
Gabriel Blanchards was the youngest son of their neighbors, five years older still than Sebastian. But they have been closer. At least, when Gabriel was around in town and not at Oxford, studying Literature and English. Or something like that. He didn’t really care. He just knew Gabriel was gorgeous and liked to talk with him in English and really liked to spend time with him. Or used to, half an year ago, the last time he had seem the older boy. Not to mention, Gabriel had been the one to help him when he decided to come out to his parents, being gay himself.
He forwent the phone and was just deciding to go directly next door when there was a knock. He was greeted with a perfect smile on the most gorgeous face (and body) he had ever seem. Gabriel Blanchards, recently turned 19 years old, stood on his front door like some model from one of those magazines he kept hidden under his bed.
“Hey, little Sebastian.It’s been a while, right?” He said, smiling in an almost bashful way. Sebastian loved how he pronounced his name, in that thick French accent, while everything else was said in the most perfect English, from years of study and practice.
“Hey! Gabriel. Just. Come on in.” He feels giddy, like a fourteen year old should feel in front of a crush. Gabriel walks in, taking a look around.
“Just talked with your parents while they were leaving and I thought I could come and say hi, since you would be alone. You’ve grow.” The way the older guy said that last part made his heart beat a little bit faster and he could feel the heat all over his body.
“Yeah, I just went through a grow spurt. You can’t call me little Sebastian anymore.” He grinned, sitting on the armchair of the sofa, leaning just slightly, like he saw so many times in movies. He didn’t care how silly he might look.
“You’ll always be younger than me, so you’ll be forever little Sebastian to me.” Gabriel laughed, but couldn’t help stare at the way the younger body curved around the sofa just at the right angle. He coughed a little. “You’re what? Thirteen?”
“Almost fifteen. So not little anymore.” His smile could almost be described as a smirk, but just not quiet. There was still the small adoration in the way he looked at Gabriel, almost like longing, not nearly smug enough.
Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck, sitting down at the other sofa on the living room, as far away from Sebastian but still where he could keep the perfect view of the way the other boy was still leaning. “Already? I remember when we first. met. You were what? Twelve? I’ve just moved in and you were crying because your fish had just died? Was that it?”
Sebastian shook his head and stood up. “No, I was almost eleven and it was my hamster. And I wasn’t crying. Just upset that my father wouldn’t bother to properly bury Philip and just wanted to go buy me another one.” He sat down next to Gabriel. “You were all worried back then, wanting to protect me from the mean adults in your charming but ridiculous English speak.”
Gabriel laughed out loud. “Well, you help me a lot on the English department. I used to think of you as the younger brother I never had.”
“Used to? Really?” The younger boy leaned a bit closer. “That’s good to know.”
Gabriel stared at the way the other boy’s pupil seemed to darker at the end. “Why is that?” He whispered.
“Because if you still think of me as your little brother, this would be very weird.” Sebastian said, closing their distance with a kiss on his lips. Perfect his mind provides.
Oh, god, this is wrong. Gabriel heard the voice in the back of his mind, even though every other part of his body wasn’t complaining at all. He pushed the other boy from him. “No, Sebastian, you can’t do that.”
Sebastian, who was practically kneeling on the sofa sat back at his feet. “Why not? I can see the way you look at me. I love how you look at me, how you make me feel.” Loved, cared, special.
Gabriel groaned, still keeping his hands raised in front of it. “I can’t do that. You’re a kid.”
“I’ve been with other guys before, Gabriel. But I’ve just been wanting for you to return.” He lied, taking the older boy’s hand on his own, gently. “You’ve always loved me in your own way. Let me love you my own way now.” He brought their hands to his hips and rest them there until he could feel Gabriel clinging to him.
When they kiss again it was something mutual and deeper. Sebastian couldn’t lie to himself to say he wasn’t even a little bit nervous. But the confidence he felt when he saw the way Gabriel looked at him only grew while the other boy let his hands roams his body. And it kept increasing when he felt how hard the other boy was, how he could make the older guy moan his name, make him lose his sense long enough to let his natural french accent take over everything that came out of his perfect mouth.
And he couldn’t lie to say it didn’t hurt when Gabriel entered him, finally, filling him to his core. But he never felt more safe, more loved, more cared in the world. And even if this wasn’t really the kind of love that poets write about, at least it was enough to fill the missing parts he didn’t even know were there. When he came, a few thrusts before Gabriel followed, he felt completed. At least for those glorious seconds of ecstasy.
Of course he was disappointed when Gabriel left. Sad when the older boy just kept apologizing for the mistake. That first night felt like a heartbreak should feel, specially to a fourteen year old.
It didn’t stop Sebastian for trying again, though. By the end of that week, he managed to see Gabriel alone two more times. Each time his confidence grew, each night the heartbreak was considerably smaller. Each time, he could feel those missing pieces being filled by the rush of blood, the sweaty skins, the thrill of the forbidden, the little power he had over the other boys body and life. He could ruin him, he could rule him with sex.
The morning Gabriel left to go back to Oxford, Sebastian found a gift on his nightstand. It said more than any note attached could: Thank you, Sorry, Goodbye. He just trashed it that same night.