Sebastian smirked, then Rory felt the bed jolt as he climbed out. “You don’t have to worry, I told you, I don’t want you like that. I’m not gonna force myself on you,”

“I know you won’t.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Do you really know that?”

“Fine, I hope that you won’t.”

“How many times have you jerked off since you’ve been here?”

Heat flooded Rory’s face, it didn’t matter that the lights were off, he imagined Sebastian could feel his embarrassment radiating from his cheeks.

“I haven’t.”

“God, you must be frustrated. Why haven’t you?”

“I dunno, it’s weird … when you’re not alone.”

“It’s your cell, too.”

“I know… I…”

Sebastian pursed his lips, ducked under the bed, then returned with the tub of Vaseline in his hand. “Tell you what, I’ll do it at the same time and then you won’t feel weird.”

“What?”

Sebastian unscrewed the lid and held out the pot. “Take some, get your cock nice and wet, that’s how I like it, it’ll feel better.”

His eyes glinted, challenging, smug, confident. Rory couldn’t work out his emotions, but he held the tub out for a few minutes and neither of them spoke. Rory reached hesitantly, and Sebastian gave him an encouraging nod. He chuckled when Rory finally scooped out some with his fingers.

“That’s it,” Sebastian mumbled. “Enjoy.”

He disappeared under the bed, leaving Rory to stare at the ceiling with sticky fingers, and a hard-on in his boxers. He didn’t touch himself, but stayed perfectly still, and listened.

He heard the tub of Vaseline again, Sebastian screwing the lid back on. Then Sebastian groaned, and Rory bit his lip when he heard the wet sound. The fast slip and slide of a hand on a cock.

A sob broke free of Rory’s lips, and Sebastian laughed breathlessly.

“Let go.”

Rory reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. He didn’t need the Vaseline, his cock leaked with vigor and his boxers were sopping wet. He grabbed himself hard and started rubbing.

Sebastian groaned and panted beneath him, but Rory stayed as quiet as he could. He wanted to listen, and he shut his eyes, allowing himself to be seduced by the sex sounds of the man below. He lifted his hips in time with his hand, and his cock was so slippery he lost his grip. He heard Sebastian’s hand moving faster, the wet sound got louder, and he followed Sebastian’s lead.

Rory’s cock throbbed, his balls tightened, and the tingle-like itch of an inevitable orgasm began.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“That’s it, let go with me Rory…”