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(1)
The first time Sebastian thought about being naked in front of someone, it started as a joke. Friday night had rolled around and he was at the saloon as usual, playing pool with Sam while Abigail hung out on the sofa. The game was going badly, and Abigail had started heckling him.
"C'mon, Seb, you spend all day hunched over your computer, hunching over the pool table should be natural for you," Abigail said.
Sam took a quick look over his shoulder to see who was in earshot, then dropped his voice and said, "Unless he's actually down there taking it all off in front of a camera. I mean, how else does he always have the cash to fix his bike?"
Abigail made a dramatic, grossed-out noise while Sebastian felt his whole face heat up. He took his next shot and managed to skip a ball clear off the edge of the table. While Sam trotted off to get it, Sebastian turned the idea around in his head. There was something weirdly compelling about the idea of stripping naked in his dimly-lit bedroom, knowing that someone else was watching.
Before he could imagine any further, Sam returned and the conversation moved on.
(2)
Less than half an hour into tinkering with his motorcycle, Sebastian was reminded again why he loved rainy days and cooler weather. He rolled out from under her and tugged his shirt away from his body. The air flow helped, but he was still sweaty enough that he was tempted to strip it off entirely. It wasn't like that much bare skin would even show once he was back at work. Almost nobody came by the mountain during the day anyway.
If he did strip, and someone did come by, he'd probably notice them right away. Especially if they stopped to look at him, maybe standing over his legs so they could stare down at a trickle of sweat running over his bare chest....
"Sebby, dinner's almost ready!" Robin called from the front door. "Come inside and wash up."
Sebastian waited until the door shut to scowl at his mom, then obediently got up and started packing away all his tools anyway.
(3)
Sebastian carefully picked the shrink wrap off his copy of the latest Solarion Chronicles expansion set. It claimed to double the number of scenarios, and had bonus obstacles that could be mixed in to refresh ones from the base game. Sam would be over to play in a little bit, but the decks of new cards were an unbearable temptation.
Fanning a few out let Sebastian peek at some of the art without reading any of the text. A bare leg caught his eye and Sebastian pulled the card out of the stack for a closer look. It was some kind of armor-dissolving steam trap. The clouds of steam covered up most of the characters' bodies, but it was clear that their clothing had vanished too.
Living in a fantasy world clearly had some drawbacks. Going into a dungeon with your party to hunt for some treasure or rescue someone, and then all of a sudden you were naked right in front of them. Probably without any spare clothes, so you'd have to keep going even if they could see everything.
Sebastian could almost feel the eyes on his body. He wouldn't be able to cover up, not with his wizard staff in one hand and his spellbook in the other. Would they try not to look at him, or try not to let him catch them looking? Or maybe they'd just stare openly while he blushed and squirmed.
Sam's familiar footsteps started clattering down the basement stairs and Sebastian jammed the card into his pocket. He could shuffle it back in later, when it didn't feel too embarrassing to consider.
(4)
It was almost midnight when Sebastian pulled into the rest stop halfway between Zuzu City and Pelican Town. He'd gotten lost in thought on his usual clifftop spot and was going to start nodding off if he didn't grab some caffeine and stretch his legs for a few minutes. When he clicked off his headlight, the whole area was dark besides one light by the restrooms and the glow of a couple vending machines.
Sebastian got a small cup of coffee and a small bag of chips, then used his phone flashlight to navigate out to a nearby picnic table. With a hot drink in hand, his motorcycle jacket got too warm and Sebastian shrugged it off onto the table. His shirt rucked up with the motion, but it wasn't like anyone was around to see his bare stomach.
Actually, there was nobody around at all and not even a security camera would be able to record him out here beyond the small circle of light. Sebastian tossed back the rest of his coffee in one bitter, too-hot gulp. His other hand drifted down to the button of his black jeans. It wasn't that cold out, so if he wanted to strip, it probably wouldn't be that uncomfortable.
There was always the chance someone would turn in to the rest stop. If they parked in the right spot, their headlights would shine straight at him and they'd be able to see everything. All of Sebastian's pale skin on display against a backdrop of his scattered clothes and a weathered park bench. Sebastian took a shaky breath and popped the button of his jeans free.
A few seconds later, a car turned into the parking lot. They parked well away from where he was sitting, but Sebastian had the button done back up before they fully stopped anyway. He threw away his trash in a bin and braced himself for the chilly ride back home.
(5)
Early summer rain soaked through Sebastian's clothes as he stood at the end of the pier. Dark storm clouds gathered clear to the horizon, and he caught a faint rumble of thunder over the sound of the choppy waves. Willy had closed up shop early and headed north, probably to the saloon, and Elliot never came out in a storm. Both the sky and sea stretched out seemingly forever, and Sebastian had it all to himself.
He took one last glance over his shoulder, and then peeled off his hoodie and let it slap down on the dock next to him. His thin white t-shirt went transparent in seconds. The drop in temperature made Sebastian's nipples pebble up and he brought both hands up to rub them through the damp fabric. Normally he wasn't that sensitive, but today even the first touch made his dick twitch.
There was nobody out on the water, obviously, but with his back to the beach, Sebastian could imagine someone wandering out and spotting him. He rolled his fingers harder over his chest and let his head hang forward. Even if someone saw him, they might not realize what he was doing at first and decide to walk closer.
Would he notice in time or would they see everything before he realized they were there? Sebastian's soft moan was lost under a gust of wind. He dropped one hand down to cup himself through his jeans. The fabric was stiff and unpleasant now that it was soaked — if he wanted to get off, he was going to have to get his pants open.
Sebastian hung suspended between worry and desire for a long moment, then gave in and glanced back one more time. Against all odds, there was a figure stepping out onto the beach: Farmer.
He dove for his hoodie and wrestled it back on by the time Pelican Town's only wild card made it halfway down the dock. They clearly hadn't been out as long as him, and Sebastian hurried to get his abandoned umbrella open before they got soaked too. Farmer rarely said much, and Sebastian found himself saying more than me meant to most times he talked with them.
This time was no exception. With Farmer pressed close at his side, Sebastian was hyper-aware of every inch of contact and started rambling about the clouds and being alone within seconds. They watched him intently and smiled at him like he was saying something brilliant. When Sebastian slowed to a stop, they casually leaned their head on his shoulder.
Sebastian jammed the umbrella handle into their hand, mumbled something that was hopefully a reasonable excuse, and raced home through the rain. If the shower he needed to warm up again doubled as a chance to jerk off, that was between him and his hand.
(+1)
Sebastian's alarm went off for the third time and he instinctively slapped the snooze button again before actually checking the time. Quarter to ten, which gave him just enough time to make it to the beach on time for the festival if he left right now. Sebastian clicked his monitor off, dismissed the alarm for good, and shoved himself to his feet with a groan.
He hadn't gone to the docks since his awkward run-in with Farmer there. He'd found his umbrella propped up against the garage and figured that was the end of things. They were around — they were always running through town on some errand or another, it seemed like — but Sebastian had avoided them.
Maybe they wouldn't even be at the festival. That thought helped him get out the door and start his trudge to the beach. Everyone else had gone ahead without him, as usual, so the walk through town was quiet enough to take the edge off of his weird nerves. It was just the moonlight jellies. He'd go down to the dock, chat with Abigail and Sam, watch the jellies float through the water for a bit, then go home and untangle the coding problem he was stuck on.
Everything would be totally normal.
Sebastian had himself fully convinced by the time he passed the mayor's house. He stepped out onto the sand and glanced down the docks, saw Leah standing in his usual spot, and almost tripped over his own feet. Before Sebastian could start forward, someone called his name.
Farmer, of course. They were all cleaned up for the festival, wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless black shirt that showed off the impressive muscles they'd put on since they moved in. Before Sebastian could ask what was going on, they put a finger to their lips and beckoned him toward the east dock.
Sebastian glanced back toward Sam and Abigail. They'd spotted him, but they only waved and then shooed him away with suspiciously large grins. Since "normal" seemed to be totally off the table tonight, Sebastian waved back and then trailed after Farmer. They hurried over the bridge and then up into the shadows by the tree line before anyone by the shore could notice them.
Once both of them were hidden by the darkness, Farmer reached over and took Sebastian's hand. The faint moonlight was enough for him to catch the way they glanced back at him, tipping their head to one side in a silent question. Sebastian shrugged and nodded. There was no way to know what they had in mind, but like the nights when he hopped on his motorcycle and just went , he was game for a ride into the unknown.
Farmer circled the edge of the beach and then tiptoed down the east dock. The little lantern boats were missing from area and the lamp at the end was out, but there was just enough light for them to walk without tripping into the ocean. Farmer put a hand to Sebastian's chest to stop him near the end of the dock and then knelt down at his feet.
Sebastian's breath caught, but Farmer only untied his shoes and helped him step out of them before tugging him over onto a thick quilt. They kicked off their own sandals and joined him, reaching out to hook one finger under the edge of Sebastian's hoodie. Under his shirt, too — Sebastian felt the back of their finger brush lightly against his stomach.
They tilted their head again, now with a heated smile that made Sebastian's heart race. This time, he had a better idea what kind of question they might be asking. It turned out he didn't really care about the specifics anyway.
"Yeah," Sebastian whispered. "Yeah, whatever you want." Probably no one could hear him — he couldn't hear anyone else talking over the sound of the ocean, anyway — but it felt like a whispering sort of situation.
Farmer eased the rest of their hand under Sebastian's clothes and slowly peeled both layers up and off. The summer air was humid and plenty warm, but Sebastian shivered anyway. Farmer tossed the shirt and hoodie to one side and trailed their hand back down Sebastian's bare chest, calloused fingertips catching lightly against his skin.
When their hands slid down past his navel, Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath. Farmer kept an eye on his face, but they didn't hesitate when they hit the top of his jeans. They grinned at him, then popped the button and slid the zipper down in two quick motions.
Sebastian swore quietly as Farmer eased his jeans and underwear down. They dropped to their knees again, taking Sebastian's socks off along with the rest of his clothes. Sebastian was breathing faster and his dick was already half hard despite the fact nothing but the night air had touched it yet.
Farmer bundled up all his clothing and then tossed it back up the dock toward the shore. Probably nobody could make him out clearly this far away, in the dark. As long as he didn't do anything to attract attention, it was fine, but if someone did come down the dock there was no chance he'd be able to get dressed in time.
Sebastian took one nervous glance back. The whole town was gathered along the shore, facing outward. They weren't looking at him, they were looking at the ocean, but that anxious part of his brain still quietly insisted that they could be. He was completely naked and getting harder by the second, right there in front of everyone .
Then there was the one person who was watching him, and Farmer seemed to be enjoying their front-row seat. Sebastian could see a hint of their smile in the dark, and their hands were now stroking slowly up his legs. They leaned in and Sebastian fully stopped breathing for a second, but they bypassed his dick to press a kiss to his hipbone.
Their hands crept up Sebastian's thighs to his ass and he arched into the touch as they cupped him with both hands. They started rubbing him, gently at first, then gripped his ass firmly to spread it apart. A breeze brushed over his hole and Sebastian bit back a whimper. All it would take was one stray light, one person deciding they wanted to come say hi, and they would see absolutely everything.
Before Sebastian could get too wound up by the possibilities, Farmer distracted him by turning their head to press another kiss to the base of his dick. The next kiss was open-mouthed, and the hot flick of their tongue made Sebastian moan. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth and felt a puff of warm air as Farmer softly laughed at him.
They moved further down, mouthing gently over his balls while still keeping his hole exposed. When they pulled back, the cool air rushed over everywhere their mouth had been and Sebastian shuddered in their hands. He glanced down at the perfect moment to watch Farmer stretch out their tongue and lick a long, slow line up his dick.
When they reached the head, Farmer let it brush over their lips a few times before swallowing him down. Whatever they'd been up to before they moved to Pelican Town, it had clearly included more blowjobs than Sebastian had managed. His hand was barely enough to muffle the noises he was making as Farmer sucked him off with the same casual skill they brought to seemingly everything.
Sebastian had no sense of time, but it wasn't long before he was having trouble holding still. Farmer shifted their hands around to grip his hips, keeping him from bucking forward with no obvious effort. Sebastian was getting close, tensed up and shuddering a little every time their tongue fluttered against him.
They pulled off and stood up in one smooth motion and Sebastian almost shouted in protest. Farmer wrapped an arm around his shoulders, casually manhandling Sebastian around until he was turned to face the shore. It couldn't be long until the main candle-boat was launched, given the way everyone was leaning forward eagerly.
Farmer got a hand on his dick at the exact moment Sebastian realized that once the jellies swam in, anywhere could be lit up. It was easy to imagine those beautiful lights drifting in and turning their pocket of darkness into a sudden stage. Sebastian tried to arch forward into Farmer's hand, but they pinned him easily with an arm slung around his stomach.
They were still fully dressed against his back, body warm and solid through their clothes. Their chin rested on his shoulder, letting them watch the steady motion of their hand as they stroked him. Sebastian's attention was split between that and the crowd of people. His eyes darted from face to face, making sure no one was looking his way and no one had moved from their usual spot.
Every time someone turned to talk to a person next to them, Sebastian twitched in the brief moment where it seemed they were turning toward him. He was breathing hard through his nose now, and moaning so much he didn't dare move his hand from his mouth. Farmer was making some noise too, and their hips ground forward against Sebastian's ass enough for him to know they weren't unaffected.
Mayor Lewis was walking toward the candle-boat, and Farmer finally, finally picked up their pace. Sebastian's eyes were locked on the distant motion of the mayor attempting to strike a match. Farmer slid their free arm up to play with his nipples, which let Sebastian buck his hips forward as hard and as fast as he wanted.
The wind picked up and blew out the first match, to scattered laughter from everyone watching. Sebastian was out of control, thrusting into Farmer's grip and staring so hard his eyes were starting to water. A second match caught, and Mayor Lewis leaned down to light the candle. The crowd cheered, which was excellent cover for Sebastian's shout as he came all over Farmer's fingers and probably a good bit of the dock.
Farmer held him for a moment until Sebastian could steady himself, then dove off to grab his clothing. They held out his jeans and underwear, and Sebastian managed to yank them up as the first jellies started to appear. He jammed his hoodie on, missing the shirt entirely and leaving it bunched up in front of him. By the time the lights reached them, Sebastian and Farmer were sitting side by side on the blanket. With any luck, Sebastian was dressed enough that nobody would notice anything from a distance.
Sebastian stared out at the sea as he caught his breath and let his brain come back online. The moonlight jellies were beautiful, probably — his eyes would be able to focus on them as soon as his heart stopped racing, he was sure. Before he could manage it, Farmer nudged him with their shoulder.
"Guess I kinda did this the wrong way around," Farmer said, "but... this is for you. If you want?" They held out a beautiful paper-wrapped bouquet. Their smile was lopsided in the wavering light of the jellies, and it even looked like their arm was shaking.
Sebastian sat bolt upright and took the flowers instantly. "I'll accept this," he said, breathless and smiling. "Thank you." He brought the bouquet to his face and took a deep breath of the sweet, floral scent. "Don't make fun of me," he said softly, "but I've never really dated before."
Farmer wrapped their hand over his and tugged the bouquet to one side. "Between the two of us, we can probably figure it out," they said, and then they leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
A loud wolf whistle and applause came from further up the dock, and Sebastian pulled back to see Sam and Abigail walking over. From the way they were grinning and shouting their congratulations, they'd clearly been in on some kind of plan with Farmer. Sebastian flipped them off and caught Farmer's face in both hands so he could kiss them properly, audience be damned.