24 – Jake’s Birthday Blast (4)

 

Sebastian dreamed about Jake and Axel. It started with them watching a movie, and ended with a threesome. Axel called Sebastian’s name. Over and over again as Sebastian came.

Immediately after, he woke up to Axel whispering his name while shaking his shoulder. There was a wet, sticky mess of something in his boxers. Sebastian’s eyes popped open. No! He jerked upright, pulling away from Axel to check.

It was just as he feared, but worse. Not only did he have a wet dream, but his entire body had been pressed against Axel during it. He probably humped the man in his sleep.

All of Sebastian’s internal organs sank. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Axel raised his finger in a shushing gesture, and glanced at Jake. Jake slept on, oblivious to Sebastian’s predicament.

Christ, Jake would never shut up about this one. The time he slept over at his house and came in his sleep on Axel. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut, but Axel nudged him, and pointed towards the bathroom.

As quietly as possible, the two men got out of bed and snuck into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

“I am so, so sorry,” Sebastian whispered. “I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s okay. These things happen.” Axel grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and wet it. “Now, clean up before Jake wakes up.”

“Did I get it on you?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Axel wiped his glistening thigh off.

This had to be the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened in his life. Not only that, but Sebastian didn’t have an extra pair of underwear. Since the sleepover was completely last minute, he hadn’t brought anything. He didn't think he'd need anything. So stupid. They literally drove by his own house. He could've stopped in for five minutes. But no, he worried about his father seeing him plastered, and didn't think it was worth getting out of the car for.

Sebastian pressed his fist against his forehead. Now what was he supposed to do? Wear cum-soaked boxers and hope nobody could smell it?

Axel tossed the toilet paper in the toilet, and gestured to Sebastian’s underwear. “Wash those in the sink. I’ll be right back.”

After Axel left the bathroom, Sebastian took off his boxers, and rinsed them as best as he could.

The door opened again. Axel had returned. Sebastian would cover himself, but what was the point? He couldn’t be anymore humiliated at this point.

Axel held up a pair of boxer briefs. “You can borrow these.”

“Are those Jake’s?”

“No. Mine.”

His? Sebastian wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled or mortified. Not only that, but did Axel actually keep spare underwear at Jake's house? How much time did he spend over here? Trying not to think of the implications, Sebastian wrung the water out of his boxers, and set them aside, before reaching for Axel’s underwear. But Axel held them back, nodding towards Sebastian’s dick. “You might want to finish cleaning that off first.”

“Right.” Sebastian grabbed wads of toilet paper, wet them, and wiped off. Once done, he looked at Axel, who jerked his head away. Had he been… watching? There was a hint of a smile on his face. Either he liked what he saw, or he was trying not to laugh at his size.

It was more likely to be the latter. Sebastian took the underwear from Axel, and pulled them on. In his peripheral vision, he caught Axel sneaking a peek.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at him.

Axel mumbled an apology. “We should get dressed before Jake wakes up and wonders why you’re wearing my underwear.”

Sebastian grabbed his soaked boxers. “What should I do with these?”

Someone knocked on the door. Sebastian and Axel froze.

“Are both of you in there?” Jake’s muffled voice asked.

Now what? Sebastian mouthed at Axel. Axel shrugged. Sebastian’s eyes swept the bathroom, landing on the bath tub. He climbed in and hid, while Axel opened the door.

“Where’s Sebastian?” Jake asked.

“I dunno. Downstairs maybe?”

“Who were you talking to then?”

“Myself.”

Footsteps approached the bath tub. Sebastian held his breath, but it was useless. Jake peered into the bath tub. “What are you doing in there?”

Sebastian could only shrug.

“Are those Axel’s underwear?”

“No.” Sebastian scoffed. “Why would I be wearing Axel’s underwear?”

“You weren’t wearing those last night.” Jake paused. “And what’s that you’re holding?”

Sebastian held his wet boxers in his arms, pressed against his chest. “Nothing.”

“Those look like the boxers you wore last night.”

“You were drunk off your ass,” Axel said. “How would you remember?”

“I’d recognize your underwear anywhere.” A grin spread across his face as he looked at Sebastian. “Let me guess- You peed the bed!”

“I did not!”

“He spilled water all over himself,” Axel jumped in. “I let him borrow mine until his dried off.”

“Sure he did.”

“I did not pee the bed.” Sebastian spoke with confidence.

“Right, sorry.” Jake’s grin grew wider. “It was actually a wet dream, wasn’t it?”

Sebastian’s face warmed at the accusation. “No.”

“Holy shit, you did!” Jake laughed. “Dreaming about that secret crush?” He turned his head towards Axel. Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Knock it off, Jake,” Axel said wearily. “It’s not like you’ve never had one.”

“Yeah, when I was 14.” Jake took a breath, then shook his head. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be laughing. It’s actually sad. This is what happens when you’re forced to suppress your sexual urges, instead of actually doing something about them. You go on having wet dreams at, what, 22?”

“23,” Sebastian corrected. “And I’m not having wet dreams. I… spilled water on myself.”

“Sure you did.” Jake turned to Axel. “Anyway, I was gonna take a shower. Care to join me?”

Did Axel usually? Sebastian held back a smile at the visual, while Axel shook his head. “We’ll get out of your way then.”

Sebastian climbed out of the bath tub, and followed Axel back into the bedroom, damp boxers still in hand. Now Jake knew what had happened. Could things get any worse?

“We need to talk, by the way.” Axel sat on the bed.

With a sigh, Sebastian sat next to him. “About what?”

“Your crush on Jake.”

“My what?”

Axel just stared at him.

“I don’t have a crush on Jake.”

“It’s okay that you do.”

“I don’t!” What the hell made him think that?

“Okay, you don’t.” Axel sounded disbelieving. He was clearly not convinced. “I just want you to know that, hypothetically, if you did, I’m fine with it.”

He’d be fine with it? Who would be okay with their best friend crushing on their boyfriend? Sebastian sure wouldn’t in his position. “You wouldn’t be jealous?”

“As long as you don’t act on it. Though you should work on getting over him for your own sanity. Liking your best friend’s boyfriend can’t be healthy.”

“Except I don’t have a crush on Jake.”

“I don’t know who else it could be.”

Axel didn’t even suspect himself? Would he ever come to suspect himself? Should Sebastian say he liked Jake, to keep Axel from discovering the truth? “Fine. Maybe I do. But I still think it’s weird you’re not feeling jealous.”

Axel opened his mouth, then closed it. “That doesn’t matter. Point is, I don’t care. Just don’t go after him.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair. Axel thought he liked Jake, and Jake knew he liked Axel. It was like something out of a teenage drama. What would happen if one of them mentioned it to the other?