Oak
Sebastian led me across campus Saturday morning. I’d slung my tripod over one shoulder and a garden hose over the other. Sebastian carried the coffees. He’d shown up with an Americano for me, announcing, “No sugar, no carbs, no fun. Just how you like it.”
I liked some fun. Last night had been fun. But I wasn’t about to say that.
“So, why do you get to choose where we shoot if I’m the Tiktok star?” I asked.
“Oh, you’re a star now?” he teased me.
My stomach fluttered, which was just dumb. Sebastian and I hooked up as a means to an end. We weren’t in a relationship. When I got enough experience to hold my own in bed, I’d try to meet a girl I actually liked.
Hopefully one who wasn’t only interested in becoming a future WAG.
Dating Alexandra had been nice. Being part of a couple, having someone to share my hopes and doubts with, having someone to vent my problems to, plus the hand-holding and cuddles. I missed that stuff.
“If you must know,” Sebastian continued, “I’m choosing the place because I scouted the campus for the best spot to make the Get Hosed Challenge work.”
“Are we really calling it that?”
He lifted his giant sugary frappe for a sip.“You have a better idea?”
“How about the Oak Stays Dry Challenge?”
He laughed, his mouth going wide and eyes squinting at the corners. His head tilted back, exposing the line of his creamy white throat dotted with dark stubble.
I grinned, unable to look away. “It’s not that funny.”
“It’s hilarious,” he said with a final chuckle. “We could always call it the Oak Gets Wet Challenge.”
“You know, Get Hosed is sounding better and better.”
He smirked. “Yeah, I thought so.”
Sebastian led us around the library to a quiet stretch of lawn behind it. There wasn’t much traffic in this spot. It led nowhere but into a cluster of trees that screened the campus from the road. The muffled sound of motors made it through, but not loudly enough to disrupt a video.
I put down the tripod and positioned my phone for a good angle. “I need to do a few test shots.”
“Go for it. I’ll hook up the hose.”
Sebastian jogged toward the spigot on the back of the building. I shook my head. Why had I agreed to this ridiculous challenge? Surely, I could have persuaded him to do something else. We had a whole list of ideas.
But he’d said getting me all wet would be hot, and maybe…I kind of liked Sebastian seeing me that way. If only because it meant he’d want to keep experimenting.
I took a few test shots to figure out the best lighting and angle, then got into position to video the intro.
“Today, we’re doing something a little different,” I said to the camera. “I’ll be testing my fortitude, my discipline, and my physicality with a challenge. Join me in taking on the Get Hosed Challenge. It’s going to be wild and…wet.”
I stopped the video there. Sebastian pulled the hose within reach.
“Okay, if we do this—”
“When we do it,” he corrected.
“Wait for my cue, okay? I want to get into position, demonstrate good form for planking, and give a few tips—”
“I’ll give you thirty seconds,” Sebastian said. “Otherwise, we’re going to lose the audience before they see the challenge.”
“This is why my audience watches me,” I protested.
His eyebrow inched up. “Is it, really, though?”
“You’re an asshole.”
He winced. “I’m not saying no one watches for that. But we need to focus this in on the challenge quickly, and you’ve already shot an intro.”
“Fine,” I grumbled. “But don’t blast me with that water until I’m ready. It’s gonna be cold as fuck, and I’m probably going to die of hypothermia.”
He patted my shoulder. “I’ll make sure you live to see another day. Promise.”
I glared at him, regretting all my life’s choices, but then he smiled and all the fight went out of me.
“Okay. Turn on the video for me when I get back into position?”
“You got it.”
I took a few deep breaths, psyching myself up the way I did when before a tough game. Mind over matter, that was key in these situations. Physical skill was important, but mental fortitude? That was the real game-changer between good and great.
I jogged into the camera’s shot. “Okay, here goes nothing.”
I dropped to the ground, moving my elbows beneath my shoulders, bracing my toes, and stretching horizontally above the ground. I tightened my core, my glutes, my quads.
“For proper form, you want to—”
A blast of icy water hit me from a hose. My voice broke into a startled yell. My body flinched, and I dropped the plank. “Oh fuck, that’s cold!”
Sebastian laughed. “That didn’t last long.”
“My partner in this challenge is a sadist,” I gritted out between chattering teeth.
He lifted the hose away. My shirt and shorts were soaked, clinging to my body.
I forced myself back into plank position and clenched my eyes shut. “Okay, hit me again. I’m going to win this challenge.”
Sebastian hit me with the hose. This time, I was prepared. It stung like a bitch, like a thousand needles pricking my skin at the same time. I blocked it out as best I could, going to a place in my mind where my most intense focus lived. I imagined myself on the ice, in a face-off with our toughest opponent, [Beth’s team?], a situation where I couldn’t afford to give an inch.
I held the plank—muscle memory doing most of the work for me—until the water cut off. I held it another few seconds, my brain not fully processing.
“Oak?” Sebastian called. “You okay?”
I collapsed into the mud with a shudder. “Sh-shoulda br-brought a towel.”
My teeth chattered as I pushed to my knees.
“Here, get this wet shirt off.” Sebastian grabbed the hem and dragged it over my head. “That was stupid of me. I’m sorry, man. Here, take my hoodie.”
He pulled it over his head and handed it to me. I rubbed it over my wet arms and chest, drying as best as I could, because there was no way anything that fit his slim body was gonna go over my shoulders.
“Did you shut off the video?”
“Oh, was I supposed to have it on?”
My head whipped up. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He laughed. “Yes, of course I’m kidding you. I’m not really a sadist.”
“You just play the part really well?” I said skeptically.
Sebastian chafed my arms to warm me, then leaned in and enveloped me in a warm, dry hug. “Better?”
I sank into the hold, needing the warmth too much to worry about being seen. Besides, I had a good excuse. Sebastian was trying to warm me up.
It was working too. Even in my sopping cold shorts, my dick was trying to perk up. I drew back. “Let’s finish the video so I can get out of these shorts.”
“Good idea,” he said. “Do the outro quick. We can go back to my dorm.”
“You don’t have anything that will fit me.”
“I guess we’ll have to find something to do while they dry, then.”
My heart jumped. “Okay, finishing the video.”
I retook my spot, now wet and muddy, and Sebastian turned on the video.
“Well, that was tough. Maybe as tough as the Frozen Four playoffs last year.” I laughed. “Wow. Okay. Surviving that definitely made me stronger. Do you have the willpower, the fortitude, the questionable judgment to take on the Get Hosed Challenge? If so, tag me and hit it with the hashtag GetHosedTitans. This is just the first challenge I’ll be throwing out there. My partner, Sebastian Morrow, will be enduring the next one. As they say, payback’s a…beeeotch.” I rubbed my hands together, grinning at Sebastian’s pinched brow. “I gotta go get dry before I get hypothermia. If you do the challenge, be smart and safe. And bring towels.”
The walk back to Sebastian’s dorm was miserable. Thankfully, in September, it was still warm weather, so I wasn’t freezing. But my shorts clung to my thighs with every step, clammy and uncomfortable.
“Sorry about the towel thing,” Sebastian said again.
I took a long drink of my Americano, which was still warm, if not piping not. “That’s all right. You’re doing the next challenge.”
“Which one?” he asked, looking wary.
Most of the challenges after this were relatively painless. There was a dance challenge. A “confess to your crush” challenge. That one would be tough for me to do since I didn’t have a crush. I wasn’t sure Sebastian did, either. But we didn’t have to do them all. We could recruit volunteers. There was a JumboTron kiss challenge. I could make him do that one, but did I really want him kissing someone else before we were done with this experiment we had going?
“Maybe the hotdog eating challenge,” I suggested. “You seem pretty good at downing—”
“Don’t say it,” he warned.
“That coffee, I was going to say!” I laughed. “Damn, I’m not you, Sasstian. I’m not rude and crude.”
“Sasstian?”
“Yeah, I’ve decided that’s the best nickname for you, because you’re always sassy as fuck.”
He shoved my shoulder, but I didn’t budge. I gave him a gentle push back, and he staggered three steps to the side.
“Damn, you’re strong.” His eyes gleamed as he looked me over, my chest still bare because no way I was putting that wet shirt back on. “If I’m going to do that hot dog challenge, I better start practicing right away, don’t you think?”
My insides heated a few degrees. Damn, maybe I didn’t need a towel. I just needed Sebastian to suggest sucking my dick and I warmed right up.
“Great idea. Let’s hurry,” I suggested, speeding up.
Sebastian laughed as he broke into a jog to keep up with me.
We made it back to the dorm in five minutes, and as soon as the door was closed, I kicked off my shoes and shoved my shorts down.
Sebastian’s gaze was heavy on me as I stripped to nothing, standing naked before him. My cock filled shockingly fast, considering how cold it’d just been. I wrapped my hand around the base, intending to stroke some warmth into it.
Sebastian dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth.
Oh god. So hot. Literally. His mouth was like an oven for my chilled skin.
My head tipped back against the door, and I groaned at the shock of pleasure that rocketed through me.
Had we really only done this once before? Sebastian was a quick learner. He encased my balls in one deliciously warm hand, squeezing and rolling, while his mouth sucked me deeper into bliss.
There was the rustle of clothing. I looked down. Sebastian was tugging his dick out of his jeans, whimpering with need around my dick.
“Fuck yeah,” I rasped. “Stroke that pretty dick.”
Sebastian fisted his cock, working it in fast strokes, his hips rocking forward and back. I expected he might lose focus on me, but he sucked me even harder.
I nudged into his throat. He gagged around me. I retreated, but he dove down, taking me into his throat again. Gagging again.
Jesus. It shouldn’t have been sexy at all. But it sure as fuck was.
Sebastian was so damn hot for it that he was choking himself on my dick. He moaned, the sound vibrating along my shaft, and pressed his tongue into the slit in my cockhead.
I lost it, calling out a garbled warning.
Sebastian shuddered, his cock spitting white streamers as I came over his tongue. His moan cut out as he spluttered and swallowed.
He kept gently sucking me, even when my climax was over. He kept at it until I became too sensitive and pulled away.
Sebastian licked his lips, as if chasing my taste. And I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and kissed him hard, pushing my tongue in to taste myself in his mouth.
It was salty and musky—and again, should not have been sexy. But it was. It really fucking was, because he’d done that for me, he’d fucking choked and gagged and swallowed for me. For my pleasure.
Sebastian opened eagerly to the kiss, letting me take possession of his mouth.
I mapped out the curve of his lips with mine. Our tongues danced, wet and slick and hot. Had I really been cold just a few minutes ago? There was nothing but fire inside me now.
I lost track of how long we kissed, but it was long enough that my dick started thickening again. Sebastian’s too.
I pulled back. “Is this too much?”
“No.” He sucked in a breath. “I want it all.”
“All?” I asked tentatively. “Like…”
“Anything you want to try,” he said. “I’m game.”
“Okay. Well, you’ve heard of the sixty-nine position, right?”
He smirked. “Uh, yeah. I was a virgin, not an idiot.”
I laughed, suddenly aware of one untruth between us. If Sebastian was doing this with me, I was already trusting him with a huge secret. There was no reason to hold back.
“Um, about that…”
“Yeah?”
“You weren’t the only virgin.”
His eyes widened. “What? You?”
“Don’t look so shocked. I told you I didn’t have a lot of privacy and that when I did try to hook up, the girl wanted to tell the whole world.”
“Yeah, but I figured that was just a problem now. In high school…”
“I had a girlfriend,” I said with a nod. “She wanted to wait, so we waited.”
“Oh.”
“I just, uh, didn’t want to mislead you.” I swallowed. “We’re both learning together.”
He smiled. “Well, then, we should definitely get on with the study session, don’t you think?”
I chuckled. “Yeah. Bed this time?”
“I knew you weren’t as tough as you looked,” he teased. “I could have gone on the floor all day.”
“Well, if that’s how you want it—” I pushed him to the floor and got my mouth on his dick.
“No, I— Oh god. Oh fuck. I was kidding.”
I pulled off. “Did you want to stop?”
“No! The floor is fine. It’s great. Put your mouth back on me, please.”
With a chuckle, I sucked his cock back into my mouth just as wet heat enveloped my own. Pleasure spun out between us. Giving. Receiving. I could no longer tell where one stopped and the other began. I didn’t care.
It was all good.
This little experiment between friends was the best idea ever.