CYOA3 – Farmer's Delight – Chapter 8: Those Sentimental Days Of Youth

Previously: Farmer spent a very productive day working with Sam – and then working with Sam.

Content this chapter: Farmer hadn't really been looking to complete the set so soon but what can he do when Sebastian is just practically throwing himself at him?

(Important: Originally, this chapter had featured a different kind of kink than it does now. But in between writing and posting, another post of mine from over a year ago had gotten flagged with the exact same kink. Apparently r0le pl4ying is not allowed even if the participants are not bound by any familial bonds.

Therefore I have rewritten those parts to no longer have that kink in there. I hope they don't read as awkward! thank you!)

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Farmer is not an avid smoker but he indulges every once in a while. Watching Sam trudge down his driveway at the end of a long day of working and fucking certainly warrants one of them.

He leans against the side of his farmhouse, eyes on the bright head of hair until it vanishes completely around the corner. He keeps the smoke a little longer in his lungs, then exhales it long and slow and luxurious, his eyes going heavy lidded.

Maybe he should have asked Sam about his vote for the Community Center. Not doing so had been a wasted opportunity, frankly, but… even though he had briefly thought about it as they both had been sweaty and panting and slowly coming down from their orgasmic high – he had not been able to actually ask the question.

It had felt icky at the moment to bring the topic up and to fuck around with the young man’s head and, thinking about it now, it still felt icky.

No… not bringing it up had been the right choice, he is sure of it.

Only means that in the long run he might be able to fuck around with Sam some more; one way or the other. The kid had looked stupidly excited when he slipped him a bit of money, his cheeks flushing a nice red that had made his freckles stand out again.

He hums softly, tapping the ashes off and watching them immediately being picked up by the wind and flying somewhere else. Farmer’s gaze then travels over to his brand new barn. It’s a thing of beauty and honestly he is thankful both to Jodi for thinking about it and to Sam for actually pulling through in helping him.

It would have taken him at least a week being by himself but the young man could really haul ass if he wanted to and worked diligently along with Farmer to bring it finally up to snuff.

It looks good standing there in the rays of the setting sun, just waiting to be filled with cattle. And maybe the odd pig or two. He really is looking forward to truffle season and he thinks he might be able to turn a pretty penny if he just invests in the expenses now.

Farmer hums to himself, content with spending the next week or two on his farm just working away. He’s been so busy in the past few days that he thinks he deserves just existing for a bit – and letting his body recover.

Turns out he really isn’t as young as he used to be and his muscles need a bit longer to calm the fuck down after some sexual escapades.

.oOo.

However, time does not stand still even if Farmer stays on his property for a good two weeks, going through the high harvesting time and taking care of the new animals he purchased from Marnie’s.

He realizes as much when he finally makes his way back into the Town proper one Friday evening and instead of wandering into the full Saloon, his feet take him right past it toward the Mayor’s mansion.

He is curious to see what the ballots are up to these days and as he enters and sees that there are a lot more votes going on than before, his heart pounds faster in his chest.

Farmer is honestly surprised to see how it is shaking out so far. It is worriedly… balanced, all in all.

He probably shouldn’t feel as excited as he does, seeing how many there are that he can try to work his uh… magic on, but here he is, dragging out a little notebook from his pocket and jotting down how the votes have shaken out so far, cock twitching with every name that he writes onto the Joja side.

Community Center:

Gus, Willy, Pierre, Evelyn, George, Sam, Penny

Joja:

Clint, Shane, Demetrius, Sebastian, Jodi, Caroline…

… Rasmodius

Farmer pauses as he jots down the last of the names. He keeps glancing up at the little slip of paper with the fantastically scrawled name on it. He tries to convince himself that it isn’t actually spelling out the Wizard’s name but at the end of the day there is nothing else that it could be read as.

Interesting. He would have sworn that the Wizard would decide for the Community Center – if not flat out refusing to take a part in it at all just to remain nice and mysterious.

“What the Hell are you up to, you old bastard?” Farmer mutters as he lets the little notebook slide back into his pocket. He’s somewhat surprised to find that he doesn’t feel angry like he did with Clint. That one had actually been a betrayal of sorts (though he is not calloused enough to not admit that his means to an end are not really above board themselves, so he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on).

Rasmodius, though, just kind of amuses him. It feels like some kind of challenge. Or maybe… an invitation? Maybe the wizard hasn’t been as uninterested in their little encounter than he had liked to pretend? Maybe he wants a repeat performance.

Farmer can’t say that he minds, really.

Something to think about at a later time. For now he’ll make his way into the Saloon and see who is amenable enough for him to sit down with for an evening of nice conversation.

.oOo.

It’s three days later when Farmer finds himself strolling toward Robin’s cabin. He’s been meaning to have a look at her catalog and see which of the buildings she offers would strike his fancy most.

He’s been idly thinking about a fish pond or two and decided that he definitely is not in the mood of digging up the needed space himself, so he might as well leave that to the professional.

However, once he gets into the house proper he realizes that… nobody is there. Fuck. What day is it again? Time seems to just slip through his fingers these days. Maybe it’s time for their aerobics today?

“Fuck,” he mutters softly, standing in the entrance hall of Robin’s shop like a complete dipshit and feeling like he’s lost a lot of time just trudging up here for nothing. Maybe he should reconsider that pond idea and get cracking on a horse stable instead-

A sound in the hallway to the right has Farmer look up, startled to find that he is not alone after all: Sebastian is standing there on socked feet, looking wildly out of place in his all-black getup and with a startled expression on his face that quickly melts down into a mulish frown.

Farmer, realizing that he himself is still glowering as well, schools his expression into something more amiable. He lifts his hand in a lax little greeting.

“Uh… hey there. Sorry about just standing in your home. Got my days mixed up.” He looks over to the very empty counter. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sebastian echoes scathingly.

Farmer did not think it possible, but the other’s expression becomes even darker. He tilts his head a little so his hair falls into his eyes, hiding most of his face but not enough to shield his cherry red cheeks from Farmer’s gaze.

Ah.

Farmer tries not to smile, slowly lowering his arm again and just watching Sebastian stand there and fidget awkwardly.

“We’ve not had many opportunities to talk,” Farmer says gently. He feels a bit like he’s talking to some skittish animal. The young man’s dark eyes glint in the darkness of his fringe, staring steadily at him while his back starts to hunch over some more.

He kind of does behave like he’s feral. Honestly, though, as far as Farmer is aware, his only semi-regular human contact is with Sam. The other times he seems to be locking himself away in his basement room coding away at software or doing… something. Farmer is not all that sure; that’s how little they have been interacting up to this point.

When the silence stretches on just a tad too long, Sebastian seems to realize that he needs to say something if he does not simply want to turn away and stop talking altogether, which would be pretty awkward in and off itself.

“I guess so…” he mutters reluctantly.

Farmer hesitates. He does not want to force himself onto someone when his advances are clearly not wanted, but the fact is that Sebastian is still standing there, looking like he is waiting for something, so Farmer is also a bit loathe to simply make an exit.

It’s not as easy talking to Sebastian as it is dealing with Sam. The blond kid is a golden retriever compared to Sebastian’s brooding raven persona that he’s got going on. It’s impossible to really figure out what is going on behind those dark, glittering eyes.

Maybe he should just cut his losses and retreat while he can. Leave them on an amiable note. Not make a nuisance out of himself and maybe have the young man regard him as cool or something.

He gestures toward the door and clears his throat.

“Alright then. I’ll just be-”

“Sam helped you with your shed, right?”

Farmer pauses and glances back at him. Sebastian is no longer looking, though; he’s staring doggedly at the ground, his hands deep in the pockets of his sweatpants. Now that Farmer is looking a bit more, he realizes the other is just wearing really ratty homewear which… fair. He’s at home. He probably wasn’t banking on the weird Farmer standing in his empty home looking suspicious.

“Uh… with my barn, yeah. He was a great help.”

“He told me about it,” Sebastian agrees, pulling his shoulders up to his ears a little when he realizes that he might have said too much.

Farmer licks his lips but before he can just say a lame ‘I see’, Sebastian continues, pulling his hand out of his pockets and making a fidgety little gesture towards the stairs leading down to his room.

“You wanna come downstairs? I had uh. I had a little thought actually. About your business. Maybe I can help you out with a thing or two as well.”

And earn yourself a fucking? Don’t mind if I do.

Farmer smiles mildly and nods. “Actually that sounds really good. I don’t have anything to do right now anyway, seeing as…” he gestures vaguely at the empty counter.

Sebastian looks a bit panicky and like he immediately regrets having said anything at all but to his credit, he does not back-paddle. He gestures toward the stairs once more.

“You go down already. I’ll go and get us some coffee. Uh… you want snacks too?”

“Sure,” Farmer agrees easily enough, eager to keep the young man feeling at ease. While he does enjoy him being so skittish, he does not want him to have anxiety about this. “That’s nice of you. Thanks.”

Sebastian stands there a bit awkwardly, watching as Farmer moves toward him and then starts his descend down the stairs. He can feel the other’s eyes on his back but does not turn around to look up at him.

Just play it cool… maybe the kid will actually relax if he realizes Farmer isn’t going to bite his damn head off. He just wonders how much Sam has actually told Sebastian about.

.o.

Sebastian’s rooms are nothing like Farmer had imagined them to be. While they are indeed dark, being that he has only one small window to the outside world, they are an endearing mix of teenager and young man.

So many posters hang on the bare brick walls, all of them sporting some kind of fantasy creature that he has no idea about. There’s a low desk with a map for one of those tabletop games. He’s never played them himself but he at least knows what they look like.

There’s a small single bed shoved against one wall; unmade and weirdly sad looking. As Farmer stands there, eyes briefly roaming across it, he wonders if the boys like to sit there on the thin mattress when they play with each other. Jerk each other off. Try out sucking dick.

His own cock twitches at the thought and he lets his gaze move along without lingering, a sensual warmth prickling through his body.

Sebastian’s work space is comprised of a large desk that is completely cluttered with stuff. DnD figurines, old dishes that never made it back up to the kitchen and mugs of half-drunk coffee that seem to be arranged in some kind of configuration that had to make sense to Sebastian.

The screen is on, showing strings of code that have been written. Farmer steps a little closer and discreetly looks across it but without knowing what Sebastian is working on he can’t really figure out anything with just the short glance.

He’s not much of a programmer himself but he’s not all useless in that regard.

“You don’t just have to stand there. Take a chair…” Sebastian trails off, staring shrewdly at Farmer when he jumps into the air with a sharp intake of breath. He does not scream, but it is a really close call.

He’s not heard a single step which… makes sense, given that the young man is on socked feet.

Still his heart is racing a mile a minute in his chest and he presses his palm against it as he slowly reaches out for the coffee.

“Shit… I’m an old man, don’t sneak up on me like that, alright?”

Sebastian’s gaze becomes a bit odd then. There’s a fine flush returning to his pale cheeks and he just shrugs one shoulder, mumbling something that might be an apology and shuffling his way over to his desk chair.

Hmm odd. And interesting. Something to file away for later.

He looks around, then, spots a chair whose backrest is not visible due to all the clothes hung over it and shoves that over so he can sit next to Sebastian.

What he is being shown is a half-finished website that he frowns at, trying to figure out to the best of his ability what he is really looking at but not quite managing it. As his eyes scan the screen, he sees his farm’s name at some point.

He scratches his chin slowly.

“I don’t… think I’m following,” he says slowly. Looking over he sees how Sebastian’s ears have flushed red, his shoulders pulling up.

“Yeah, I mean… I haven’t had time to put any designs in there. It’s still pretty barebones. I was just working on it a bit on the side, uh…” he trails off, his fingers drumming nervously against the wrist rest of his keyboard.

Farmer watches him quietly, eyes trailing across his side profile before moving back toward the screen. After a second of awkward silence, Sebastian finally explains properly: “I thought it could be neat to spread the word of your farm at some point. When you got more animals. Like people go nuts on all that organic stuff, without animal cruelty, all those things. So we should make it as personable as possible. Maybe give the option that people can pick from… I dunno, what specific cow they want to get their milk from or what specific chicken. Maybe have some live feed cams so they can watch… you… milk… them.”

He trails off as he seems to become aware of Farmer’s eyes on him again. The faint flush darkens and he visibly bites his lips as he slowly pulls his hands toward his body and starts to pull restlessly on his fingers, not looking at the other man.

“Watch me milk them,” Farmer echoes slowly, unsure whether he should be amused or impressed. He settles on both, leaning back in the chair and looking back toward the bare site on the screen. Now that he has an idea of what Sebastian has been wanting to show him, he can see it in the lines more clearly.

“You really put a lot of thought into that. I only have two cows. Hardly worth putting up a site for.”

Sebastian waves his hand dismissively. “Yeah, sure. But that’ll change, right?”

“Right.”

Farmer’s mouth twitches. He feels his knee bouncing as he starts to turn the idea over in his head slowly. “You know… that actually is a pretty good idea. I don’t know what to say, honestly.”

“I could come over one of these days and uh look at things. Cables would need to be put down… see about connection and all that jazz.”

Sebastian moves his hands again as he says it, his fingers spreading in little jazz hands, indicating the ‘magic’ that would need to happen. It’s an oddly personal thing to witness. A quirk that Farmer had not yet seen in the other which was not surprising as Sebastian has made himself be so very rare.

Farmer watches him move about, leaning forward and clicking around some until pulling up a map of his farm. He starts to draw in some lines, explaining where they should put down the cables until Farmer, slightly overwhelmed by it all, puts a hand on the young man’s shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Sebastian doesn’t flinch away but it looks like he wants to squirm as his head snaps around and he stares at the fingers touching him. Slowly, Farmer pulls his hand away, pretending like he hasn’t noticed a thing. He smiles crookedly.

“Not gonna lie, it’s kind of creepy that you got a map of my place.”

“I used a drone,” Sebastian says without an ounce of shame, his dark eyes slowly blinking at Farmer.

Farmer just stares back at him, the moment stretching until he exhales through his teeth, spearing fingers through his hair: “...right. Right, okay. A drone. That makes uhm… perfect sense.”

Sebastian just keeps staring at him. In all honesty, Farmer is starting to wildly retrace his earlier assessment of the young man from being shy to being creepy but, staring into those dark, intelligent eyes, he can’t say that it doesn’t excite him as well.

“Money,” he gets out and, when Sebastian’s brow furrows, not understanding a bit, Farmer realizes that he needs to elaborate, jogging his brain into something like functioning. “I need to know what you want for this. I won’t let you do all this stuff for free,” he says quickly when Sebastian’s brows furrow even more and he looks like he is going to argue.

Seriously, what is wrong with these kids? Though he supposes those are those small town values that have completely flown past him as a city boy.

Sebastian leans back in his chair, one finger idly tapping at his lower lip as he looks at the screen of his computer.

Slowly he nods. “Alright. I will put together of things that have to be done and will let you know how much I want for it. Okay?”

Farmer exhales, glad that the other doesn’t put up too much of a fight. He hadn’t expected it, though, to be honest; from all the young folk in the Valley, Sebastian seemed like the most city like. There is just something pragmatic and less romantic about him that-

“And I want what Sam had.”

Farmer’s eyes zero in on Sebastian who stubbornly looks at a point over Farmer’s right shoulder. He looks very determined, but there is a flush to the bridge of his nose quickly spreading throughout his face.

“...Is that so,” Farmer says slowly, trying to figure out what the two young men might have been talking through amongst themselves in the time between him playing with Sam and now.

Sebastian juts his chin out. It makes him look even more stubborn despite looking like he’d rather have the ground opening up underneath him just about now.

Farmer licks his lips, his fingertips tingling with excited energy. Ah, the innocent youth of some rural little places. So eager to help without compensation.

So excited to get their rocks off.

He leans forward, reaching for Sebastian who for a second looks as skittish as some kind of animal, his eyes widening and head rearing back and away from the approaching fingers before he thinks better of it and slowly leans back in. Farmer lets his fingertips bump against the young man’s cheek, then slides them further toward his neck, his palm curving against Sebastian’s jaw.

“You two talk about everything, hmn? Childhood friends. And now playing around with each other like horny puppies. I can’t say that that isn’t cute as fuck.”

He can feel the heat radiating off of Sebastian’s skin as he speaks. It’s warmer than his flush would indicate. Close as he is, he can even see the young man’s pupils starting to dilate despite the near black of his irises.

Farmer moves his thumb over, slowly brushing against the very corner of Sebastian’s mouth. He tilts his head a little to the side, watching the own trajectory of his fingers as he thinks the situation through. When his thumb drags against the other’s chin he can feel the faint scratch of a five-o’clock shadow. For some reason that is what really gets him going, a fire igniting in his chest and creeping down into his stomach.

He exhales softly and hooks a foot around Sebastian’s office chair, pulling the young man closer and between his knees.

Sebastian visibly swallows, his hands curled around the arm rests of his chair and knuckles becoming white with how desperately he is clutching at it – but he’s still not making a sound, apparently unsure what to say now that he’s poked the bear and got it to react.

“I don’t have anything against playing with you, too,” Farmer murmurs in a soft voice. “I already know from Sam that you two have seen a few of my videos. I guess it was just a matter of time until you would come to me. Being two handsome men with healthy… appetites. I’m kind of flattered that I piqued your interest, given that you can explore with each other at your heart’s content.”

At that, Sebastian’s gaze briefly flicks away from Farmer and toward the bed behind him. It’s obviously an involuntary reaction but Farmer likes the indication of it. That thinking about Sam immediately makes Sebastian think about the bed. Where he must spend a lot of time with the other.

Farmer leans closer until he feels the slight resistance against his fingers with Sebastian almost leaning back again. He keeps him in place and lightly nudges their noses against each other.

“Has he given you a play-by-play, then? Did he show you what I taught him? Or did he just shoot you a little filthy message and let your mind run amok with what he meant?”

The chair Sebastian is sitting on creaks soft and ominously with how hard he is clutching at it. He’s staring right into Farmer’s eyes, surprisingly enough, panting softly. Farmer can feel the warm air fanning against his jaw.

He wonders if the kid wants him to kiss him. If he’s waiting eagerly for him to close that little bit of distance and make good on the unspoken promise of his proximity. But Farmer doesn’t – not yet – and Sebastian obviously doesn’t have the nerves to initiate on his own.

“He uh… he…”

Farmer is quiet, patiently waiting as Sebastian visibly struggles with himself. He keeps idly petting along the young man’s jaw line, thumb dragging along the shape of his bottom lip.

“He told me about it,” Sebastian finally whispers. “We didn’t have time to… uhm. To do anything.”

Farmer has half a mind to force him to say more, but he gets the feeling that they’re already toeing a line as is. Sebastian feels jumpy and skittish and like if Farmer pushes him in a wrong direction he might just shut this whole thing off completely and wow. Wouldn’t that just been the saddest fucking thing to happen in a good long while?

“Okay. Alright. How about we move things along, huh? Tell me what you’d like. Sam did,” he says quickly when he sees how Sebastian’s dark brows pull together again and a bit of a mulish expression enters his face. “He told me he wanted me to show him what he could do to you. Basically. Not exactly like that but you get the gist, yeah?”

Finally, Farmer leans back a little, reducing the pressure on Sebastian. He takes his hand away too and from the way the young man immediately sways forward as if to chase the sensation he can tell that he’s already got him hooked. Just need to be careful about reeling him in, is all.

“It’s not about something I want to do with Sam,” Sebastian says quickly. “In fact I uh… I can’t do that with Sam. Not really. It would be weird. Like… feel weird. Awkward.”

Farmer tilts his head slightly, watching Sebastian squirm on the spot. He clasps his hands between his knees, wondering whether the kid will tell him without needing to be prodded or if they should do a whole song and dance about the encounter.

He likes his sex casual and without any emotional baggage but the longer he looks at Sebastian the more he wonders if that is even a possibility for the other. He seems… troubled at times. Very sensitive. Emotional despite very obviously trying to look like he is none of those things.

“How about you just think about this in peace and quiet? My door’s always open. We can-”

“Can you be nice to me?” Sebastian suddenly blurts out. The words hang in the air between them. The longer Farmer takes to sort his thoughts and just stares at the young man with a stiff expression, the more panicked Sebastian starts to look.

“I mean, I… Like… treat me. Like I’m special.” The flush that had put some color on his cheeks vanishes seemingly in the blink of an eye. He looks white as a sheet, horrified by his own straight forwardness. He leans back in his chair and lifts his hands, waving them around in deflection, head bobbing from left to right in horrified denial.

Farmer finally catches himself. He reaches forward, calmly catching Sebastian’s waving hands and pressing them together between his palms. He is pretty sure there is a lot to unpack there and that he is not in the least qualified to tackle that.

“You mean like… be nice to you? Make you feel protected?” he asks slowly.

A muscle in Sebastian’s cheek twitches but he starts to relax a little bit with the tiniest nod.

Farmer is aware, vaguely, that Sebastian’s home life is a little different than others. Demetrius is not related to him by blood. Where is his biological father? Has he ever met him? Maybe it had not been a… good situation.

Does it matter in the end? What if he can give the kid what he needs for one blissful afternoon?

He thinks briefly about their encounter earlier; Sebastian’s weird reaction when Farmer said he were an old man and shouldn’t get snuck up on. It does make more sense now, for sure.

Sebastian looks like he is ready to just vanish into the ground, a kind of defeated air about him as he stares at their clasped hands between them.

Farmer slowly lifts them and breathes warm against Sebastian’s knuckles.

“How much do we got alone?” he asks in a low voice.

The kid swallows thickly. He casts his eyes around, though he looks… exhausted all of a sudden. Eventually he finally catches sight of a clock and shrugs one shoulder.

“Two or three hours?”

Farmer nods, mouth moving into a crooked little grin as he squeezes Sebastian’s hands and pitches his voice a little lower still as he croons: “You wanna be my sweet treat for the next couple hours, then?”

Sebastian’s mouth opens but no sound comes out. His shoulders slowly sink as he seems to relax one muscle after the other in quick succession until he looks like his strings have been cut and he’s just slumped in his chair, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

“Yeah… I mean… yes. Yes, please….”

.o.

Farmer, for all that he’s been around the block a few times and has been on the internet for almost as long, has never really dabbled at being a service top like this. He thinks he must have tried it out at some point, when he had been still young enough to be the one whining a little endearment here and there, but it had never really stuck with him much.

Which had been fine, really. Not every kink is his kink. Surprisingly enough, it had never really come up all that much either. Easy enough to smoothly sidestep and offer something else instead.

He’d been ready to indulge Sebastian; let him have this and get off quietly on a handsome young man in his lap, even if the whole scenario wouldn’t really do it for him.

But, he realizes as he props Sebastian’s pillows up behind him to build a barrier between his bare back and the bare wall by his bed – he likes being a service top.

He likes being the one sitting with his legs whorishly splayed and having a young man between them, simpering nervous little endearments as he got fingered slow and meticulous. Much slower and much more meticulous than Farmer usually would go for. He’s drawing it out just to feel the minute tremble of muscles around his fingers and hear the soft scratch in Sebastian’s voice when he calls him by his name.

Turns out that Farmer is a lot into this when he is the service top. He’s never much thought about himself as old enough to be one, but when Sebastian looks at him with his eyes all glassy and his lips all wet from his tongue ceaselessly dragging against them, he realizes that he must be prime service top material. At least for some.

At least for this young man pressing against his chest and begging for a kiss that Farmer gives him with little to no resistance.

He’ll have to think later about how he feels about this revelation. About having become old without his knowledge.

He’s got an arm full of warm, eager Sebastian to distract him from the hollow pang that comes with those thoughts. His fingers are still gently hooked in the young man’s hole, gently pulling against its soft, slippery rim until Sebastian’s eyes go a bit wider and his mouth becomes a bit more slack.

He’s rolling his hips awkwardly up against the mattress, his fingers spasming against Farmer’s ribs, short nails slightly catching against his skin and leaving behind minute little aches.

“Please-” Sebastian gasps out, hurriedly smoothing his fingers to not hurt Farmer.

Farmer reaches out with his free hand and spears his fingers into Sebastian’s fringe, pushing back on his hair to finally free his face completely for him to look at. He’s a very handsome young man. Just like Sam is. He’s sure the two must look breath taking together. All needy and rubbing and humping like puppies…

“Please what?”

“Please ah…” Sebastian’s cheeks darken further with his flush. His legs twitch awkwardly before his knees angle apart. The position must not be the most comfortable for him, his spine bent in a mind numbing curve so he can lie against Farmer’s front while also humping his slippery cock against the sheets. “Please, sir,” he corrects himself finally, voice gone husky.

Farmer exhales through clenched teeth. He twists his wrist a bit awkwardly, pushing his fingers deeper into Sebastian’s body. As hot as the position is, he can’t really touch him the way he wants to. So he slowly slides the digits out of the young man and lets them trail up his spine, wiping the wetness from his body and the lube against the knobs.

Sebastian almost goes cross-eyed.

He starts to whine in protest but it is tapering off quickly as Farmer rearranges him, making him fold his limbs up and hefting him around as if he weighed nothing. He has to focus on not making any sounds of effort, keeping the illusion alive as he settles with Sebastian snuggled up against his front and between his thighs. He wraps his arms around him in a tight hug, feeling how the young man’s breath hitches. He seems stunned for a moment; just lying with his cheek pressed against Farmer’s chest.

His hand is next to his face, the fingers pressing into farmer’s collar bone as if he needs to figure out whether this is really happening or just a figment of his imagination. Adorable boy.

Farmer lets him figure things out, one hand brushing in a slow up-and-down motion along Sebastian’s spine, the other loosely hooked around his shins, making sure his legs are nice and tucked in to his body to make him feel smaller and more compact.

More… secure, in a way, he supposes. He’s by far no expert in any of what they are dipping into right now, but he knows how nice it feels to be wrapped up into a tiny ball. How comforting it can be.

He wonders if he should rock him a little. Maybe hum low into his ear. But he thinks that might be a bit too much. It might take them into a direction neither of them really want this little encounter to go.

So he remains quiet and listens for Sebastian’s breathing to become less wet and a bit more measured as he starts to relax into the new position.

Farmer presses his face into the top of Sebastian’s head and breathes in his smell. There’s the faint, fruity fragrance of his shampoo but mostly he can detect the smoke from his cigarettes. Not an especially pleasant scent but nothing that could turn Farmer off, really.

His cock is still hard despite the little prelude, lying warm against the crease of his thigh and occasionally throbbing as if to make certain that he wouldn’t forget about it. He wonders if Sebastian is still hard as well. He’s been so diligent, rolling his hips into the mattress and angling them back up into the fingering he got.

Speaking of which…

Slowly, Farmer lets his hand trail back down Sebastian’s curved spine until his fingertips tickle the top of his ass. He swipes through the warm sweat there, waiting for Sebastian to groan softly and try to unfurl to dip his fingers in and search for his hole. It’s still wet with lube, the muscle nervously contracting but then relaxing again for him.

“Have you let Sam touch you like this?” he asks him in a low murmur, unable to keep his curiosity at bay. Yeah, maybe he is an old pervert. But can he be blamed? The two young men have been practically rubbing up against him like cats in heat. They’ve been begging for his attention.

So why not make the most of it? He only dips the tips of his fingers into Sebastian, giving him the barest hint of a stretch.

“I… I… uh?” Sebastian mutters. He lifts his head until his face is pressed against Farmer’s throat, his warm, wet mouth smearing against his collar bone.

He slides his fingers in deep but only for one slow, delicious thrust before pulling them back out and circling the soft muscle of Sebastian’s opening. “Have you let Sam finger you like this? Have you fingered him? Or have you just nervously jerked each other off, not looking, pretending like it isn’t happening so you could get your rocks off nice and quick…”

Sebastian whines all reedy and drawn out. Farmer can feel his teeth pressing against his collar bone but he is not quite biting him. He thinks Sebastian could become a biter. He probably only needs the barest hint of encouragement to start maiming someone with his teeth.

The thought has Farmer almost squirming on the spot. He’s not really into pain. But he really is into biting. He chews on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to wait for Sebastian’s response.

It takes the other a while to rub his two remaining brain cells together. He seems completely focused on the feeling of fingers playing with his hole without actually dipping inside.

“I… uhm… Not really. Not like this.”

Farmer exhales warm air against the top of Sebastian’s head, his fingers stopping, the first digits barely hooked inside the nervously twitching rim. “Not like this?” he echoes with a low rumble.

Sebastian groans through clenched teeth, struggling to keep his body nice and tucked up still against Farmer instead of arching his back and pushing his ass into the touches. “I l-let him touch it while he jerked me off. Not put anything inside.”

Farmer clenches his jaw shut tight enough to make a muscle jump. His fingers are carefully still inside the young man. He breathes through the sudden rush of excitement and only continues moving once he feels like he is not about to throw Sebastian down on the bed and just thrust into him like a mindless beast, rutting to completion.

Sebastian doesn’t deserve to be opened up like that. Neither does Sam. They’re… precious, in a way.

Farmer likes that they have each other to experiment with. That they take it surprisingly slow despite obviously having been around a porn or two.

Or three, he thinks with dry humor as he reaches deeper into Sebastian’s hot, squishy insides. His muscles are nervous and twitching, constantly closing down around the intrusion like they need him to just pause for a few second and let him breathe through it.

Farmer takes his cue from that and does just as Sebastian’s body tells him to, even though the man in question has taken to clutching at his shoulders and whining at him that he should go faster. That he can take it.

Please, sir, deeper, deeper, deeper-

The cadence Sebastian’s voice takes on when he begs like that is like the sweetest poison crawling through Farmer’s system. His heart is throbbing in his chest too fast and too hard. He wonders if Sebastian can feel it, pressed against him as he is, his hot, wet little mouth leaving hot, wet little smears against his throat, his clavicle, the tops of his pecs. Wherever he can mindlessly press his face into his skin.

His fingers are ten sharp points of contact, scattering the occasional mild pain down his spine whenever he digs his short nails into his skin.

Farmer knows it wouldn’t be all too long until Sebastian would start scratching him and… he’s not into pain, really, fuck, but the thought of this young man scratching him up and marking him for the next few days… letting him think about their encounter whenever he moved and his rough shirt was rubbing against the scratches-

Well, it is doing things to him.

Sebastian is going insane for him, but Farmer keeps his motions slow and controlled; his fingers slowly sliding in and out, hooking against the squishy hot walls of Sebastian’s insides and feeling for his prostate. When he finds it, he knows it immediately: Sebastian cries out short and hoarse, his body trembling against Farmer’s front.

He is wound so tight… he seems to be waiting for something. Anticipating it without being able to put it into words. Luckily it’s not difficult to figure out, even though Sebastian is starting to get quite weepy for it.

“Please… ah… can’t you just-”

And then he paws down, for the first time actively seeking out to touch Farmer, reaching for his cock and realizing with a frustrated little whine that the other is still, in fact, wearing his underwear.

Farmer chuckles. He’s slowed down the movement of his fingers to a crawl again, his fingers fluttering against Sebastian’s prostate until the other’s legs jerk mildly and he struggles hectically to find the opening in Farmer’s shorts to thrust his fingers inside.

He hesitates for a second when they feel the humid warmth trapped in the other’s underwear but his confidence returns somewhat when they bump into Farmer’s erection.

He curls around the shaft and a moment later, Farmer groans through his teeth when the relatively cool air of the room brushes against his overheated skin. His cock is throbbing in Sebastian’s sweaty grip; demanding some attention that Farmer is not even sure he wants to give it right now.

He’s been preoccupied with feeling Sebastian up and watching him fall apart in his lap. Trying to get his own dick wet at this point felt somewhat tacky, surprisingly enough.

Sebastian, however, does not seem to share the sentiment. He leans up, breathing hot and wet against Farmer’s chin in lieu of reaching all the way to his mouth. His trembling fingers holding on to the other’s cock like a lifeline; like he is afraid Farmer might take his toy away from him before he is ready for that.

It’s a trembling stemming from nervous energy and a lot of eagerness, so Farmer lets him continue with what he’s doing, fingers fluttering once more against Sebastian’s prostate, looking down at him with more patience than he thought himself possible to have.

Maybe he really did get old at some point. With age comes patience, doesn’t it? He doesn’t know. His brain feels a little scrambled. Like it is floating in hot liquid and is not quite attached to himself and his usual thoughts.

“I think I’d like you to come now, pretty boy,” he says softly. He’s honestly surprised at how steady his voice sounds. How even to his own ears it sounds as if he had his shit together and wasn’t feeling like his cum was churning in his nuts, a vague pain-nausea from how badly he wanted to come, crawling up into his stomach.

Sebastian pauses. Pauses breathing. Pauses living for a second. He just stares up at Farmer, his open, panting mouth against the other’s chin, still vying for a kiss but unable to make himself reach up enough for it.

Farmer doesn’t give it to him yet. He moves his fingers, pressing his knuckles into Sebastian’s soft muscles and hooking his fingers until he can once again roll them into his prostate.

“Gah,” Sebastian says; just a soft, mindless breath punched out of him, his whole body tight. He finally starts breathing again. His hand continues on Farmer’s cock as well, the motion jagged and frantic. It just about skips past pleasurable but not quite into painful, so Farmer lets him be, free arm curling around the young man and hand settling beneath his hair at the nape of his neck. The space there is incredibly warm and humid.

He clasps nice and firm. His head tilts down just enough to ghost his lips across Sebastian’s mouth which opens in overeager anticipation. Sweet little slut.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” He gently presses into Sebastian’s sweet spot, keeping the contact soft but steady. Up close like this he can see the other’s pupils blowing wide. He must be so very close to coming. “Will you come for me? Without your pretty cock getting touched?”

Sebastian makes another soft gasping sound. His hand has stopped moving on Farmer’s cock and is just holding on.

Farmer honestly is a bit nervous about getting his fucking dick strangled off in the heat of passion, but he is also loath to let go of Sebastian as he pumps his fingers again. The anticipation is rolling down his spine and settling in his stomach. He breathes little, chaste kisses against Sebastian’s lips.

If he glances just past the young man’s face he can see his cock sitting between his pulled-up thighs; impossibly red and weeping.

Farmer exhales hot against Sebastian and spreads his fingers apart inside the fever hot clutch of his body.

“Come for me,” he tells him softly; and Sebastian… does.

His eyes roll up into his skull. Luckily he lets go of Farmer’s cock to instead slap his palms against his chest, nails digging painfully into his skin as he shakes through a bone rattling orgasm.

“S-Sir-” Sebastian seems unable to really choke out anything at this point.

Farmer holds him tight, trying to keep him from flailing his way straight off the damn bed, eyes locked on the sight of the young man’s cock jerking out his first hands-free orgasm.

It’s a damn marvel to behold.

He’s not quite sure how he deserved playing with these two young men.