Extra: Chapter 4

Desmond felt the air leave his lungs when his back hit the door to his room with a huge force. Shaun might have looked delicate, but he was undeniably strong, which he had proven repeatedly lately.

A small whimper escaped Desmond's mouth, currently sealed by Shaun's lips in a passionate and breathless kiss. It resembled more a fight than a romantic kiss. The young assassin could taste blood on his tongue but wasn't sure whose lips were cut.

Shaun's hand searched for the doorknob, and after a moment, he pushed them both inside, closing the door with his leg and pushing Desmond until he sat on the bed.

Desmond's breath was rough as he looked up at Shaun. Damn, there should be a penalty for being this sexy. The assassin's lips were red and swollen from all the kissing, his eyes glossy, and his breath ragged.

"If you could see yourself right now, babe. You look so delicious," Shaun smiled and lightly licked his own lips. Then he reached toward Desmond's chin with his left hand, touching it gently. The youngster's brown eyes focused on his own, as if under a spell.

"Now... I would love to see how desperate you were because of me these past few days. You mentioned something about having to imagine my fingers while masturbating. I cannot wait to see the look on your face while you did that," his smile was lustful.

For a moment, Desmond's mind was foggy, but then he processed Shaun's words and understood what he meant.

"Wait... you don't mean..."

"Yes, I do. I want you to show me how you masturbate while thinking of me," Shaun repeated, then withdrew from Desmond's side and took a few steps back, seating himself on a chair like a hungry lion watching its prey.

Desmond must have looked amusing with his mouth gaping open like a fish. Did he hear him correctly? Shaun wanted him to start masturbating while being watched? His cheeks turned as red as tomatoes, and he felt his whole body heating up. Could he even do that? Not that he was shy, but masturbating in front of his crush was... wait... it was actually very exciting. He licked his lips and saw the nerd smile a bit at that.

Without any unnecessary words, Desmond moved further back on his bed, his back meeting the wall. Its cold surface wasn't enough to cool him down from all the excitement. His hands shook slightly as he took off his blouse and reached for the zipper of his jeans. His breath quickened with each passing second, and his body grew hotter under the watchful eyes behind the glasses.

Licking his lips slightly, Desmond closed his eyes, deciding it would make the whole thing easier. His right hand started to touch his chest and massage it in slow circles, traveling lower and lower, while his left hand rested on his thigh. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Shaun watching his every move. Damn, he might have felt embarrassed, but he also felt excitement making his body hotter. Hot. Yes... that's how it all began... They had to warm themselves in the snow. Just thinking back about their encounter out there on the mission made his cock twitch and get fully hard. Desmond could bet his arm that Shaun was smirking right now at the sight.

Embarrassment faded, and waves of heat took over his body. His right hand went from his torso to his boxers. First, he touched himself through the material, but after a moment, his hand sneaked underneath. He grabbed the warm shaft with his cold, calloused hand. A delicate moan escaped his mouth, and his back arched a bit. He opened his eyes slightly... and that's when he got lost. Lost in the greenery hidden behind Shaun's glasses.

Every time Shaun worked on something connected to the whole "assassin vs templars" case, he had a look of concentration on his face... the same look he had right now. He studied every part of Desmond with utmost care, following the movement of his hand, a little smirk in the corner of his mouth.

Once Desmond locked eyes with the historian, he couldn't look away. His hand moved a lot... First, he touched his cock's head with his thumb, and then he started to pump his shaft up and down. His breath quickened, and a few moans escaped his parted lips.

"Shaun..." he almost begged without breaking eye contact. His hand moved faster, while his left hand started to massage his thigh in small circles, getting closer and closer to the inner side.

He couldn't understand how it was even possible to feel Shaun's hands all over his body without being touched. He closed his eyes a bit and tilted his head back.

"Shaun," his voice sounded so desperate that Shaun had trouble keeping calm and not rushing to his side.

"What do you want, Des?" Shaun's voice was deep and husky from the excitement building up in him.

Desmond bit his lip for a moment, fighting embarrassment. He knew he wanted this fucking nerd, but admitting it would be so shameful.

"I won't do anything until you tell me, Des. What. Do. You. Want?" Shaun spoke slowly, in a way that made Desmond's cock twitch and a little yelp escape his scarred lips.

"Shaun... please..."

"No, no... What do you want, Des? Tell me... tell me clearly."

"Damn it, Shaun... Please stop playing with me," Desmond's voice sounded pained.

Shaun appeared right next to his fuckable assassin in a flash. His hands on the wall on each side of Desmond's head, breath ragged, barely stopping himself from touching him.

"Never... I would never play with you," his voice sounded more serious than he intended.

For a moment, Desmond's hand stopped. He locked eyes with Shaun, moved by his words. He wasn't sure how long it lasted, but after what felt like an eternity, their lips were inches apart, and all the embarrassment in Desmond flew away.

"It's not about 'what' I want... but 'who'," he whispered, looking at Shaun with lust.

Surprisingly, that was all Hastings needed.