POV Roque Pérez
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He caught Roque by the chin with a quiet command. “Look at me.”
Roque did. For a long moment, all they did was look at each other. Then, Sebas’ eyes dipped down to Roque’s mouth, and he knew exactly what was about to happen. He’d known from the second Sebas stepped through the door.
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It was one thing if Sebas didn’t like it. A lot of people found it awkward. But to have never so much as tried it on his own, never given himself the chance to discover how it made him feel—
That was a shame Roque couldn’t ignore. Maybe one he should have expected, given what he’d picked up on as Sebas’ lifelong habit of hiding from his own desires.
“Sebas,” he said, very gently so as not to deepen the furrow between his brows. “Would you like to try?” The unasked question attached to the first hung in the air between them.
Would you like me to watch?
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Roque imagined twining their fingers together. Lifting them up to press his lips to Sebas’ knuckles. He imagined kissing him to really give Charlie something to scream about.
As vivid as the picture was in his mind, it took him by complete surprise when Sebas leaned in and did exactly that.
They were on the field and Sebas was kissing him. It was thrilling and confusing in equal measure; two things Roque was beginning to associate with every interaction between them. He wondered if Sebas even understood it himself.
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“Technically we’re not at the HPC now.”
Sebas’ eyes were wide and wet. His mouth was too, dropped open like Roque had surprised him— which wasn’t fair at all, Roque thought. All he had done was repeat the terms Sebas himself had laid out hours ago. Sebas was the one who had followed Roque out here after watching him all night.
This wasn’t a trap. It was a joint effort. Sebas wanted this just as much as Roque did. The desire was made apparent by the way he swayed forward, drawn in by the unspoken promise in Roque’s words.
Anything he wanted, Roque would give him. All he had to do was let go.
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They’d left the beer back in Roque’s room because they weren’t entirely reckless. They just needed to relax, and what better way was there to do that besides a few cold drinks and a clandestine soak in the hot tub?
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His eyes wandered over to the bar and sought out a familiar figure. Even with Sebas’ back turned and the shape of him barely visible amidst the strobing lights, Roque found him.
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“What are you doing here, Sebas? Are you lost? I can take you back to your room if you’ve forgotten how to find it.”
Sebas scoffed as if he’d been insulted, although Roque hadn’t asked at all unkindly. “I know where I am.”
“Okay,” Roque countered easily. “Let me rephrase. Why are you here? Can I help you with something?”
Now, Sebas laughed. There was little humor in it. If anything, the pitch of it was almost hysterical. “You, help me?” He scoffed again and brought a hand up, pressing the heel of it against his eye. “Like you tried to do with my leg?”