Sebastian reached forward for a tiny bit that missed the mouth. Scooping it onto his finger he tasted it. Nothing like a little Blaine and sauce mixed together for a great taste. “Are you just now coming to that realization, Blaine?” Sebastian was rather pleased with himself for Blaine’s reaction. He was quite the cook. His favorite apron even said “Domestic Goddess” on it for a reason. “Oh, well I’m sorry if I’m telling you the truth. It’s not in my character to lie. Actually well, it is but you know what I was going for. I’m the one who’s supposed to be cocky. Not you.”
“Alright. But up in my room,” he said. Getting out some forks and knives he laid them on each plate. Taking them both into his hands he nodded. He couldn’t let a guest labor. That was his duty as a host. “Blaine, I can think of a lot of things I would much rather be down your throat right now,” he dully spoke. Beginning to walk up the stairs he laughed to himself. “Yes, Blaine. You are very obvious when you’re joking. You get this stupid puppy grin on your face and look like a total dope. But in the sexiest way possible.”
Making it to his room, he used his elbow to open the door as he pushed inside. His room was pristine. Cleaned to the T and spotless, the various aromas that he so dearly loved wafted around. Crawling onto his bed he sat with his legs crossed as he awaited Blaine. “Feel free to sit wherever’s most comfortable. The bed, that chair, my lap, my face. Y’know.”
If the stutter noise in his brain wasn’t loud enough watching Sebastian taste the sauce he dabbed off his lip with a fingertip? The way Sebastian taunted him while he was leading him out of the room was. Hands came out to take hold of the plate but seeing Sebastian insistent on taking the burden of carrying it all–he tucked them behind his back and followed after a couple failed babysteps while he tried to catch up. Not in space between them but in wits. His were currently laid out on the polished hardwood floor.
Stupid puppy sexy grin? What?! Blaine’s eyebrows creased together and a huff puffed out his chest. “Hold on,” Sebastian was given a set of serious side eye, “How does a dope look close to sexy? I’m not sure I’m following you there,” his hand trailed along the banister setting him on a momentum to pull himself the rest of the way up the staircase. “Um? Thanks anyway?” A curious glance darted around Sebastian’s room when Blaine stepped inside but his attention jerked right back to the boy on the bed at his seat choices. The stare on his face only said one thing–Oh my God.
Smirking in spite of himself–Blaine palmed the back of his neck and pointed at the chair with the other. “I think the chair would be fine,” but he stopped beside the bed on the way there to take his plate and paused long enough to give him a shake of his head. “You never turn it off–do you?” His tone wasn’t sardonic–far from it. There was a light air to it that said even though his occasional owlish eyed stare at what came out of Sebastian’s mouth? Deep down? It was absolutely nothing like he ever encountered before–and he couldn’t figure out why it was so puzzlingly entertaining.
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