As Blaine began to speak, Sebastian settled further back into his pillows, nodding slowly && listening in with a smirk, hoping maybe somewhere along the way Blaine would catch on to what he was trying to lay down. But not so surprisingly, he only scooped up farthest from the subject Sebastian was attempting to hint at. It became inevitable that he was going to have to be straight up.
An eyebrow raised, biting down at the tip of his tongue before speaking. “ Uhhhh—- yeah, no. I wasn’t exactly looking for a therapy session from you, Blaine. I really appreciate your adorable concern, && as nice as that sounds, I was looking for a different kind of session with you. “ He was now using the most seductive voice he could manage, speaking low into the phone. He would drop a rather sudden bomb. “ If you want to know what’s going on, I’m hard from thinking about you. “
Blaine toed off his slippers letting them fall to the floor and settled further into the pillows as he waited to hear what was on Sebastian’s mind. Thumb tracing the case on his phone, a worried frown was aimed at his reflection in the mirror on top of his dresser. It stayed there until Sebastian uttered the word no in the tone of voice it was delivered by and was swapped with a puzzled look of ‘not following you’.
Except a couple seconds later? Sebastian’s voice dropped into that tone that had him instantly flashing back to the day that they sat across the table from one another as Blaine listened to Sebastian tried to convince him to return to Dalton and asked, with that devilish smile and soft voice that stole Blaine’s breath in secret, if he could see him again. Only thicker and dripping with..want. He definitely followed exactly the reason why Sebastian called. The bomb that hit only backed up his conclusion. He prayed that the sound of his choking wasn’t heard –oh, it was loud enough..no doubt– as every inch of him felt Sebastian’s confession ripple through him in ways it shouldn’t. So much for words. What were those? What was this thing called air? Or sight? Blaine’s lungs stopped working. They had no clue. His eyes were too busy rolling back in his head to answer. A stuttering tongue was too tied to speak.
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