To live in the bliss of authenticity was astounding for Sebastian. He wasn’t hiding with Blaine. He was being completely vulnerable. However Blaine managed to pull that out of his ass was beyond Sebastian. This was going to be a night he’d never forget. How could he? It was hopefully the start of something so pure and perfect for him. It’d change him and mold him into a better man hopefully.
“Mmkay, sounds good,” he said. Groaning as he stood up he stretched out his long legs. He was so comfortable but he knew it’d be worth it. Walking over to place some firestarter and wood he worked with it until the smallest of embers bloomed into a wild flame. A metaphor for the night perhaps? Standing up tall he stripped off his shirt and threw it to the side. He wanted to feel the pure heat on his pale skin. It reminded him of the best of times. Christmas in France. His grandparents reading him Christmas stories as kids. Before the loss of innocence.
Blaine hurried upstairs to his bedroom. A heavy breath parted his lips as he opened his linen closet and grabbed a blanket and thick throw wrapping his arms around both and awkwardly grabbing several pillows off his bed. Two fit in his arms while another dangled from a fist that was given a reprieve from shaking now that it had something to hang onto. Nerves began to get the best of him. Stopping short of leaving his room–Blaine glanced in the mirror on top of his dresser. He gave himself a hard stare wondering if this would be too much and too close to last time and the mistakes that happened. Ones that almost cost him more than he’d ever want to lose. No. This was fine. They could lay there and talk. Nothing had to happen.
Determined–he hurried down the stairs already taking too long snatching blankets and pillows. A soft gasp could be heard from the entrance to the living room. Hazel eyes locked on the long, elegant line of Sebastian’s bare spine and Blaine practically dropped everything in his arms until he scrambled to snatch them tight again. “I–um. You got the fire going? Great– You look comfortable,” be damned if his voice wasn’t an octave or two high enough for him not to notice. His eyebrows shoved towards one another–face screwed up in a faint cough to clear his throat and lose the wobble to his tone. “Catch,” he recovered with a grin and tossed one pillow directly at the taller boy before joining him in front of the fire and tore his gaze off him and let what was in his arms fall to the floor so he could set everything up.
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