“Let’s get one thing straight, Blaine. It’s no secret that I want you. Literally, if I could, I’d have you face down, ass up in my bed right now. No joke, I’d literally have that ass sitting on my face like a mud mask. But I can’t. And that’s besides the point. So don’t play so coy and act like a little makeout sesh with me isn’t something you haven’t thought over at least a few times late at night when you’re trying to go to sleep but just can’t quite turn that cute, gelled brain of yours off.” Sebastian’s confidence came back screaming, louder than ever. Having to recover from that brief moment was a bit rough though. Blaine would probably hold this one over on him forever.
Sebastian reached to pour a little more wine into his glass, setting it close to Blaine. On both hands and knees he crawled slightly over. Resting up on his knees he ran a finger over Blaine’s knee so very slightly. “Not to mention your lips felt quite soft. I’ve gotta cross check ‘em with mine.” Sebastian wanted nothing more than to lean in and take one off him. Blaine really got him revved up. A talent to be had.
If Blaine’s jaw could touch the floor? That’s exactly where it’d be. Hell, it was halfway there by the end of that small rant. –Face down–ass–oh my God. MUD MASK?– What was he supposed to TRY to say to that? Sitting there in a little ball with a face changing from red to redder to reddest lava lamp style only made things worse because what the HECK could he find to fidget with? The answer? Not a dang thing, that’s what. All he could do was make a fish out of water motion with his mouth where there were supposed to be words coming out and only small noises were made instead. Speechless. Blaine was speechless and his attack on Sebastian that was a triumphant win was gone at such a breakneck speed–he was still suffering from the whiplash. Why didn’t he see this coming? He should know better by now.
He was knocked for a loop. One that had him holding onto his own ankles as a means of coming back down to Earth as Sebastian crawled towards him. The touch to his knee sent an electrical current over his skin from how light but oh-so-breathtaking it was. –You did that on purpose.– “C-Cant,” but his gaze towards Sebastian’s lips when he pointed them out darkened the hazel to the point that the gold and green in them seemed to be caught up in the whirlwind of a storm. He licked his own and slowly reached one hand towards the wine glass but came nowhere near grabbing it. They clutched at the air instead. “Thirsty–. Aren’t you? Wow. Could use a drink,” he whispered and forgot where he was staring until he tore that gaze away right into a set of green eyes dangerously close. “Can’t breathe..,” he mumbled so low it was like a confession spoken through tiny screens in hushed whispers on Sunday morning.
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