"Lift your waist, Zeno," Sebastian spoke softly.
Zeno obeyed, lifting his waist and letting Sebastian pull down his pants.
Sebastian placed the pants on the bed before returning to Zeno's side, "Your shirt," He said.
Zeno raised his hand without speaking. He seemed like he was about to fall asleep, but Sebastian was determined to take him into the shower; a cool bath would help him sleep better.
He pulled Zeno's shirt off his head and walked away from him, picking up his pants as he walked over to his wardrobe.
He looked back at Zeno and sighed in frustration when he saw Zeno slipping his hand into his pants. His eyes were still closed, but his hands were very aware of what he wanted.
Sebastian was tempted, highly tempted to just go over to the bed and give Zeno what he wanted, but he couldn't; he wouldn't; he would become the bad guy in the morning if Zeno realized what they'd done.