Sebastian swallowed as Blaine brought him in, but leaned into the affection, his fingers curling tighter on the curve of Blaine’s thigh. Blaine’s blunt warmth and closeness, slowly drove away the cold of the thoughts he’d had before, and the fear that had gripped to his heart as he’d driven home in a rush and only by a miracle hadn’t ended up in a hospital himself. Sebastian Smythe was many things, but he was never irrational or rash, unless it came down to Blaine. When it was about Blaine Anderson, his rational brain turned into a knot, his light heart became heavy with more feelings than he’d care to admit to, and often his emotions took easy rule of him instead of his calculated thoughts. And so he breathed, and he let Blaine caress and hold and touch him, more affection and intimacy than he’d usually allow upfront, his methods of acceptance usually involving pretexts such as their naked bodies twined tight in bed after sex, or minds distracted by books and work in the balcony, a movie on the couch. He didn’t pull away or joke, now, just allowed it.
Each other’s. He knew. He did. He knew NOW, but it was still good to hear it. He still needed to be reminded that he was also Blaine’s family and Blaine needed him too. He stared at him, lips parted as he was held, green eyes glittering with wonderment as they always did whenever Blaine said those words, his pulse thundering. He looked back into Blaine’s eyes and his were open, as they were only for him. I’ve been yours from the moment we met. And wasn’t that the truth? He knew it, Blaine knew it, hell, the whole group of ex Warblers and whole of Dalton knew it. He nodded back, breathless, silent words traded between them as easily as they always had and then Blaine’s lips were on his, and Sebastian parted and shuddered into it. He gripped the sides of Blaine’s shirt tight and pulled him in until they were so close the counter was digging into his own thighs, but he didn’t care, a cold contrast to Blaine’s soft kiss.
He followed Blaine’s lead, as he always did, taking what was given to him, and as he kiss grew deeper, he moved his hand to grasp both under Blaine’s thighs just at the curve of his ass and Sebastian wished he could be one with him like that, drive deep, deep, and never come back. Instead, he pushed his tongue in, searching for that connection, as hard and warm as his lungs would allow. “Fuck dinner,” He growled, once he couldn’t kiss him any longer, ragged breath just over Blaine’s mouth. “Need you inside me.” He groaned as he gripped him tight, and then picked him up, carrying Blaine towards their bedroom and smashing their mouths again. His need far too great to be sated by a quickie over the kitchen counter.
Blaine knew Sebastian preferred other means of showering affection. Or, rather, having affection showered onto him. Because Blaine always had and always would enjoy little touches and pecks and kisses. Where Sebastian was more about bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, hums and limbs tangled together in the afterglow. Not that Blaine didn’t enjoy that form of affection either (oh he did very much), it was only that..in their current state? Reassuring his husband that he was here, safe and sound and still fully alive and in love was all Blaine wanted to make sure he did. More kisses to the crown of Sebastian’s head. A rare opportunity to be the taller one allowing him to dot several against the cool silken strands of hair underneath his lips. “I love you. I’m here. I’d never let anyone take me away from you like that. Ever. Not even a car.”
Oh, Sebastian was his. His, his, his. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in Blaine’s mind that they belonged to each other equally after years of Sebastian belonging to him far more than he allowed himself to belong to the other. Or had he? In ways, Sebastian always had parts of him no one else could have. Because no one else was allowed to see them. Thinking, just for a split nanosecond, that he might’ve lost what they had because of a stupid accident would have killed him. Poor Sebastian drove an entire commute home thinking it. Strong legs wrapped around Sebastian’s middle tighter, holding him in place against the counter he was pressed into so tightly already. They kissed like lovers reunited. Soft and sweet and full of love. Blaine didn’t hold in the soft sigh that he exhaled over Sebastian’s cheek. Nor the sound of delight muffled between their lips.
He was breathless by the time his mouth opened far enough that the tip of his tongue ran up over Sebastian’s bottom lip and teased a promise that it might slip inside to search for his. Sebastian’s grip on his rear made his senses explode in bursts of light through his thighs, stomach and behind his eyelids. God. A simple grab and he felt a throb of ache pang through his frame. The kiss ran deeper, his mouth gave way for it. Two fistfuls of hair were grabbed onto and Blaine moaned almost diving back to capture his husband’s mouth when the other split them apart. “Oh God,” was all he could groan out to Sebastian’s want. If there was ever more of a perfect sales pitch for the taller of the pair to get what he needed? Good luck finding it. Blaine let himself be carried, kissing him with his tongue and teeth nipping his bottom lip until they were in the bedroom. Without breaking anything on the way by some miracle. Without being put down, all the shorter could manage was yanking at Sebastian’s buttons and throwing his torn off tie on the ground. At least he had a bit of a throat to latch his mouth onto. And, like a man starved for the taste of skin he memorized every nuance of, he did.
Mercy was not in his repertoire. His lips did not even need to part from his, all it took was a mental command, and the metallic carcass he had left behind kneeling on the ground rose. A shard of metal pierced the subject’s shoulder, pinning him to the half of a wall still standing, like a ‘To Do’ note that had had the audacity to deem himself worthy of escaping his fate. In this story, there was no room for the unexpected, for anything he had not decided to write in it, for forgiveness to those dimwitted enough to think they could fool a God. A roll of his shoulders and the rage that had surged from recklessness was repressed. Why waste time lamenting a flawed species was behaving exactly like it always had, like he had witnessed so many times before over the ages, when before him was a spectacle much more worthy of his attention? From his veins lewdness was gushing and his hands ached for the same carnal touch. Cloth was overlooked by absentminded, slithering fingers and their pads brush over nakedness in anticipation. Meanwhile the whole of his focus was fixated on his own thumb, tracing the shape of an overused bottom lip before locking itself between two rows of teeth, the smuttiness of the sight contrasting with golden hazel eyes that pretended not to comprehend just how much trouble he was getting himself into. A roused grin and raised eyebrows warned him not to test how far he was prepared to go; how successful he would be in delaying the juxtaposition of skins, still stained with sweat and nonresident blood. “When did you ever really try to hold me over?”
The sound of the man’s retreat coming to a rather abrupt stop cutting a sharp cry of pain through the thickening air between them did not fall on deaf ears. His hair stood on end at the sound of it, goosebumps chilled his neck and disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt. This death and mayhem around them? Yes, he was the maestro that created a cacophony of panicked screams and crashes of chaos by throwing his own antics into the mix. An orchestra of his own doing, indeed. However, The Meister had always been the gentler of the pair. Death to him was always too permanent a thing. No chance of a curtain call or one last bow. SURE! Accidents do happen. Some people were just simply easier to conduct, is all. Others just never quite got the beat. But, his God? His God had no mercy. Offered no reprieve. No chance for any sort of symphonic reprise of a role that he deemed unworthy. And in his God’s eyes. They all were. The Meister didn’t have to see the man pinned to the wall to know he was there (and suffering) by some creative means. What shocked him was that he survived long enough to utter one sound. And then he was drawn back out of that bar of thought with a mere touch. One that slid sinfully towards the crease of his lips and between his teeth. His stomach spun, ribbons laced through his veins, tugged him under and tethered him to the creature who consumed what was left of his wits with one simple twitch. “Never,” he whispered back before the edge of his tongue grazed over the very tip of the thumb his lips caressed. Bare skin moved under his palms as he began to drag them up the lean lines of an freckled ivory stomach. Without warning, his right dropped down between them. He squeezed his mark, the taunt inside of Savitar’s thigh and his mouth curved happily before it closed over the first set of knuckles on a pale finger lingering just inside to see the reaction he’d get. Tonight just kept getting more and more INTERESTING.
Barry hadn’t been sure about what to get Blaine, for a brief moment he had wondered about surprising him with a dog. But then realized that was probably a decision they both should make together. Probably. Chances are one of them was going to fall in love with a dog from a shelter, or on the street, and bring it home. That honestly wouldn’t surprise the speedster too much. He looks rather pleased as Blaine looks him over. It’s not the first time he was without clothes in front of his boyfriend. But seeing those Hazel eyes glance over his body still made him shiver. “Well that was the point, it just so happens to be someone’s birthday soon, and you might know him,” he uttered, reaching out to lightly tap the tip of Blaine’s nose. “Cute, likes to sing a lot, dances all the time, has an obsession with bow ties, sound familiar?” his tone cheeky as he scooted a little closer, letting his legs brush against the shorter’s. “I was hoping he’d like his gift, was thinking of letting him do the… wrapping.”
Blaine let his fingers slide across the pillowcase and gently ran the edge of his pointer along the strong line of Barry’s jaw. The man across from him would never cease to bring a smile to his face. Whether that was from being his usual awkwardly adorable self..or..moments like this. Waking him up with his long, lean body stretched out beside him without a shred of clothes on. “Oh, I don’t know,” he hummed with a mischievous grin touching his lips. “He might ring a bell but.. Are you sure you should be in here if he shows up? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for my sake. I couldn’t blame him for being insanely jealous if he walked in and saw you in bed with me in the state you’re in.” He tried not to laugh but that was impossible and dissolving into a fit of lighthearted chuckles took over. Their legs brushing together made the laughter break down to a quiet gasp, bare toes curled against the bed sheet. “Do the wrapping, hm?” Blaine scooted in and let his knee nudge against Barry’s until it was between both of the taller’s to draw him closer yet. A bare arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s slender waist, fingertips grazed along the small of a pale skinned back idly as though Blaine was wholly unaware just how far they might dip down with a barely there touch. “Lucky guy for getting the chance to do that. I’m jealous..”
Once the words are out, they’re out. No take-backs. All he can do is HOPE that Blaine takes it well and man, Blaine doesn’t disappoint. It’s like his offer came with its own gravitational pull, drawing the guy in until their foreheads are touching; their lips. Can barely even be considered a kiss and Sam’s heart is POUNDING; tries not to take over, tries to let Blaine call the shots, but he’s so busy thinking about pushing into the kiss and making it real that he almost doesn’t realise Blaine’s talking into his mouth.
Are you sure? A valid question, but he thinks he’s made himself pretty clear. Hasn’t wavered, hasn’t hesitated. The invitation came out easy as breathing in the end, all confident and certain. Even if he did have doubts, Blaine’s reaction would’ve sealed the deal. Practically shaking, breathing like he’s only just learning HOW TO — blows Sam’s mind that someone could want him that much, that they haven’t even done anything yet and Blaine’s already acting like he’s overwhelmed with NEED.
“Wouldn’t’ve said it if I wasn’t sure.”
He presses his lips against Blaine’s more firmly now, and this — this is a kiss. Chaste, simple, but not a slight catch of the corners, not just hovering against each other. A kiss. He’s kissing his best friend and Blaine’s hands are keeping him close and he doesn’t have a single regret. Legs are like a wall between them though, a BARRIER keeping Blaine at a distance, and that needs to be remedied.
So he spreads them, plants his feet on either side of Blaine and lets his knees fall sideways, creates a space and opens himself up like an OFFERING. Brings a hand up to cup Blaine’s jaw, to pull him in, and as he tilts his head to kiss him better, he thinks: how could anyone not be sure about this?
Their lips meet and seal words that his entire soul was hinging on. And, oh, the way Sam’s mouth tasted as he dared to run the tip of his tongue between the other’s lips was beyond any words. A flavor he’d been starving for without ever truly thinking that his hunger would be indulged. So long he’d been tossing and turning at night, aching for the chance to sample it just once. Always going to bed, frustratedly panting to catch his breath after sinking into some fantasy to get him by.
Always alone and whimpering his friend’s name into the pillow bit between his tet=eth to muffle his cries. Even in an empty house, making the noises he made while thinking about SAM felt sinful, beyond any lines of the friendzone he’d been put in that he felt he needed to hide them just to be able to look Sam in the eye the next morning. Until..this.
“Sam.. You’re…” Beautiful.
Blaine moved with him, his chest sinking as he watched in awe as Sam opened his legs up for him to fit between. A rock in one’s throat should never feel as good as this one did as he swallowed it down and followed the movements. Rocking up onto his knees, one hand feathered through the top of Sam’s hair to slide his fingers into the back spilling yellow and gold between olive lengths.
Closer and closer–his free hand braced the cap of Sam’s right knee. Holding on and keeping Sam perfectly in place in the process. A deeper taste and Blaine let go a moan that wasn’t suffocated against a pillowcase as he pressed the weight of his body, chest to chest, against Sam’s. A smile broke their lips apart so Blaine could trail his up to the shell of the blond’s ear. “Lay back for me, Sam.” His feathery touch drifted along the inside of Sam’s leg, down and down but not quite thereyet. Fingertips pressed gently against his best friend’s scalp, teeth grazed along a delicate earlobe. “Please?” He’d worship him if Sam allowed it. Savor every texture, every breath, every taste or sound he could get out. All Sam had to do was let him.
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“Wait–. I thought that’s just something everyone did during sex.. Is that really a kink? Looks like I have another one to add to the list. Which–you know–I would if I had a list..which I don’t but.. Hey..How’s life? Long time, no see.”
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Sebastian was barely picking up the body language of Blaine. He was so intoxicated by him that he quite literally was drunk with sensuality. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding within his chest. This was everything he had ever wanted. From that first moment he saw him walk into that Warbler practice, Sebastian had wanted him. Blaine was just his type. He needed this. No other guy was giving him the rush that Blaine was giving him.
“Beautiful…” he huffed out. That was a thought that unintentionally was sounded out. “No more words…” In betwixt Blaine’s legs he slowly pushed against Blaine’s chest. His lips went to meet the young man’s once more. This time it was much more. Sebastian’s tongue flicked out to meet Blaine’s lips as his lips worked fervently against. Heavy breathing through his nose filled the air. Small moans were exchanged against Blaine’s tender lips. Bold enough to be more aggressive he wrapped Blaine’s legs higher up around his waist. It was fast, and hard movements that left him a little breathless. “Fuck.”
Sebastian’s hands daringly explored Blaine’s thighs. His fingers tip toed further to where the insides of his thighs met. Sebastian needed some friction because he was un-mistakingly hard and the pressure was doing things to him. He didn’t know how much further Blaine would let him take it. He’d take as much as he could, gladly.
He recalled those famous words of his. Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.
‘Beautiful…’
What composure he had left to keep his eyes from rolling back was gone when he heard Sebastian’s word slip blunder. His legs clenched onto the other’s sides. A feeble attempt at holding him where he was because that was a sensible thing to do. Of course it didn’t last. Because the sensible didn’t belong in a completely insensible situation. He would have fallen against the back of the sofa like a house of cards with the barest touch against his chest. The continued press of fingertips there had his body screaming to stay put where he was guided to.
The taste of Sebastian’s tongue against his lips lured him in, neck and shoulders lifted so he could cant his head at an angle. His mouth opened up, a groan rolled over his tongue but he kept it inside his mouth subconsciously challenging Sebastian’s to venture in if he wanted anything more. He received Sebastian’s moans when they were given over, swallowed them down and felt the vibration rattle up his spine and burst goosebumps over a small patch of exposed skin that his ruffled up shirt revealed above his belt.
A soft cry escaped when his legs were roughly wrapped around a slender waist. Touches to his thighs and higher sent a cold rush of delight through his stomach and zig zagged it down his legs curling toes in before it turned into fire inside his gut. He wanted him and his throat clenched at the thought. Trembling fingers lifted to twist into Sebastian’s hair. Just a minute longer. A minute more and he’d stop this. But what a minute it would be. Blaine curled his fingers into fistfuls of chestnut brown and the small of his back arched, hips lifted. That friction. Oh God, that friction against Sebastian’s jeans made him let go a muffled sob from what it did to his insides.
The way Blaine stuttered was somehow so attractive, like he was nervous from admitting to feeling the same. At least that is what Sebastian convinced himself to be true. A small side smirk grows on his face. “ Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it’s just that you don’t know what to say—- “ Holding his cell phone between his shoulder && his ear, he reaches to slip off his hoodie, only to leave Sebastian in a tank top. If asked, he would claim that he had done this before, or that he was immensely experienced in the art of phone sex. But the truth was that he was new to this. Sebastian could use his smooth way with words to his advantage to make it seem as if he was an expert.
All he knew was that he couldn’t get his hopes up yet. Sebastian often used his sex appeal as his worth due to others never appreciating anything else about him, && he was afraid that he was way in over his head. Maybe Blaine would refuse && hang up, never talk to him again. But none the less, desire ran high on this night in particular && he didn’t allow his head to trail too far off before he was speaking into the phone again. The same purred tone of lust that he had an ability to naturally display. “ You don’t have to say anything, Blaine. Just think about how badly I want to hear you moan my name && we can start from there… “
After the dawning realization of the real reason why Sebastian was on the other end of the line purring into his ear hit home, Blaine felt his stomach tie in knots and he’d be lying if he said it was in an unpleasant way. He tried so hard not to let the sound of his next breath leaving him in a groan make it past the fist he’d balled up and put between his mouth and the phone. They talked about this. Blaine warned him that this conversation would never happen. Yet, days later..here they were. He should have known better. Maybe part of him did. That part that made his limbs tingle and a heat pool in his stomach. Both of which he tried his damnedest to ignore as he scooted around on the bed inching towards the edge. One foot touched down on the floor and came to a stop. “No, I don’t..I..” His toes lifted up, his leg bent back and he froze in place as a shudder ran up his spine. “We talked about this,” his throat was so dry that he had to lick his lips and the roof of his mouth before he could fully speak. “I told you I can’t,” his rushed whisper was a borderline plea.
The problem? He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. Not as his brain spun in a whirl and he felt the sheets against his neck and the backs of his arms before he realized he’d laid back down again. Where did the last ten seconds go? They were wrapped up in Sebastian’s voice as he drew a whimper from Blaine that no hand could muffle.
A pained expression shut his eyes tight as he tried to forget about feeling every word Sebastian whispered when so much of him ached to listen. He tightened his grip on the phone with one hand and palmed over his mouth with the other. Where were his wits now that he needed a comeback to stop this before it got out of control? One pause, one breath. Or press of his finger and he could shut this down. Which was exactly what he needed to do. He almost did. Almost didn’t count the groan that escaped came out unfiltered. Blaine pressed his hips back against the mattress as one part of him that was heard in the way he spoke said even if he whispered, “You do realize what you’re asking me? That I won’t be able to take this back,” was nothing but an obvious disclaimer. A way for the side of him that knew this should stop to voice one last flimsy protest against the other half that had him grabbing a fistful of his shirt. A reaction that exposed a burning strip of skin above his waistband to cool it off. It, also, meant he was clinging onto his phone and to the voice on the other end of the line. Maybe just long enough to hear, just once, the opposite of what Sebastian’s request–his name moaned from Sebastian’s mouth–might sound like. If he kept control? It wasn’t going past the point he couldn’t take it back. Not yet.
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