With a small growth of his smirk && a slight eyebrow raise, eyes roll playfully as he keeps his coffee gripped in hand. Knees spread apart under the table, leaned back in the chair as if he was right at home as comfortable as could be. ( Of course it wasn’t at all relevant that he always felt at home when around Blaine. That was a story for another time. ) Sebastian licks his lips with the smallest bit of tongue, letting out a snicker at the words he was being told. There had to be a reason Blaine wasn’t moving && it sure as hell wasn’t because his feet were glued to the ground where he stood for several minutes now. ❛ What last guy? I don’t see one. Last time I checked the only guy I have eyes for as of right now is you. Though I do love a good ass no matter what, I prefer a perfect one—- && yours? Definite perfection, Blaine, really. Kind of convinced you’re wearing padding under there. ❜
That smirk! That smirk drove Blaine to stand his ground even more firmly. Toss in the eyebrow raise? Game on. Blaine’s hand hanging at his side curled into a light fist that was shoved into his pocket while the other lifted so he could sip his coffee. An unwavering golden hazel downward stare right into Sebastian’s eyes began to twinkle with a newfound determination to stay put, breathe, and not budge. “Mm. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention. I figure if you’re lounging here people watching–there must have been one or two.” He eyed the area around them over the top of his cup but didn’t move his head. That way? Once he was done? Sebastian was his focus just as he mentioned he only had eyes for him ‘as of right now’. Thus opening a doorway for Blaine to volley back. “Exactly. As of right now. How am I supposed to–” Damn it! He choked on the closing when he felt the temperature of his face start to rival the heat of the sun. Definite perfection? Padding? He had to blink, had to shake his head to clear out a cobweb or two. “You caught me. That’s what I do. What about you? Is that eyebrow permanently glued to your hairline? Or have you trained it to stay up there?” ––Yes. Please stop that.– What it did to him every single time wasn’t fair. Sebastian knew it. He had to. He was quick enough, smart enough and that just was mean.
Going back to Ohio felt so much better. Of course, New York was fun and he could never forget all the memorable times he had with his friends (albeit the bad ones), but he felt so much better here than there. Feeling somewhat useful as a temporary fill in as the coach for the football team.
It was a little lonely, however. Everyone had gone off their separate ways. Rachel in New York in her current role of Funny Girl. Kurt in Nyada, Mercedes on tour–God knows where.
Every which way reminded him of the good times. Going to Breadstix alone on Saturday nights– grabbing a coffee to go every morning before going to work. And he was just on his way too when he saw a familiar face in the crowded cafe. His expression torn between excitement and bewilderment.
❝Bro! It’s so good to see you!❞ He said– maybe a little too loudly, but it was so great to see a familiar face again. And he left a tip at the jar before he met up with Blaine.
❝So what brings you here? Taking the day off from school?❞
Blaine stood up and brushed his hands over his plaid suit jacket trying to straighten out the wrinkles–aka fidget with the first thing he could find–as Sam made his way over. Ridiculous as it was seeing as how who was coming his way should be the last person to make him feel any sort of nerves?
He suddenly picked apart every movement he made to make sure he came off in a way that wouldn’t worry Sam. His eyes were too bright to damper them for his sake. They always were.
Steady hands clasped Sam’s shoulders and his smile became honest instead of forced the second he heard ‘Bro!’. "It’s good to see you, too!” Sam had no idea how grateful he was that it was him standing here. There couldn’t be a better person in Blaine’s book to run into than his best friend that appeared out of nowhere with unintentionally perfect timing.
“Um–” The question made his smile flicker into a frown that he attempted to cover up by quickly pulling a chair out for Sam to sit.
“Do you have a minute? The answer to that question is a bit complicated–Only if you have a minute,” he glanced from the chair to Sam, crunching up his nose and waving a hand like either way was ‘no big deal’. “If you’re busy and need to be somewhere? I totally understand.”
It hurt- it all hurt but it was what he brought on himself. Never once did Kurt think he would be this person. He was better than that. Was being the keyword. He swallowed dryly but kept himself as neutral as possible without shutting off until Blaine was finished. The thing is, he was right. Kurt wouldn’t have done this- without word or sign that he was even alive – it wasn’t who he was but he knew before he came here that he was different. As soon as he left he knew, and it only continued the longer he was gone. He wasn’t even human, none he less the same person. So wrapped up in his own world. In their world.
He didn’t regret it. He only wished it hadn’t had this effect. He blinked and tried to turn his eyes back to normal but he was on the edge of tearing up and was telling himself that was cheating. He’s not sure how it is, but it didn’t feel right to look so human and not be during this. His fingertips hurt and he pressed his nails into his palms just in case. He didn’t need to freak Blaine out any further even if it was just a tint in his digits or nails growing. He reigned himself in with a deep breath and nodded slightly. “Yeah. I was selfish. I probably still am. It’s not who I always was or expected to become but it’s what happened. If I thought you’d react the way you did..” He didn’t mean to sound so.. Pleading. Or close to it at least. “I thought you’d move on, Blaine. I hoped you’d listen to what I knew everyone else would say and you’d give up and I could force myself to let go so I wouldn’t be here right now but that didn’t work out either.” He thought Blaine might find someone else to look at with that warm look in his eyes Kurt was used to. His gaze finally caught Blaine’s hand on the door handle and he felt suddenly defeated in a way. "You weren’t supposed to wait..“ It was a high school romance, how long could it last anyway? He didn’t sound like himself when thinking that The idea of forever with Blaine was a warming thought still, but their forevers were different now, weren’t they? He couldn’t promise anything any more.
Blaine’s fingers gripping the door handle sagged and fell to his side and hung there, shoulders slouching backwards against the doorframe as the adrenaline rushed out of him in one long, deep exhale that rattled in his throat. How was he supposed to stare at Kurt who sounded like he wanted him to listen to badly as he finally started to open up. What did he get for his trouble? Another slap to the face as Kurt told him he expected him to move on. Confusion twisted his eyebrows together and the back of his head slumped to clunk against the wood. How was he supposed to keep fighting if everything he felt–months of heartache and fear then relief and hope that was so brief it left him unable to think of anything else except ‘what did I do’–was reduced to ‘I thought you’d move on, Blaine.’ laced together with hope that he would?
‘You weren’t supposed to wait..’
He tried to talk twice. Twice he ended up speechless except garbled noises and nothing that made sense. Breaths. Stuttered attempts. That’s it. “What–,” he forced his lips apart to get the question out. “Move on? How was I supposed to move on when I thought someone was hurting you, Kurt?” He palmed the back of his left hand into his right pleading with every bone in his body and barely there voice he could muster up for Kurt to understand where he was coming from and to –Please. Please come here. Please. I need you so much I can’t stand it and you’re just standing there staring at me.– Or that you were–worse than that.” So what if he was crying when he told himself two seconds ago he wouldn’t? None of this made sense and he couldn’t hold it together anymore. “How can you stand so far away from me and tell me you expected me to move on? Did you forget me? Or who I am? Or who we are–were–what are we now?” Why did he ask that? He wasn’t sure he could take the answer. “I love you, Kurt. I love you so much,” he swallowed thick and wiped across his mouth with a shaking hand. “Please tell me you didn’t forget that, too?”
The options of what he could do to back out were narrowing slimmer && slimmer the longer the presence of the two alone in the room lingered. It was like something was bumping loudly in the back of his thoughts && letting the pressure rise as minutes passed. Was it his heart that was beating? His head that was pounding? All of it mixed so horribly together that lines had become blurred for what there was to blame for this fear. Sebastian had always prided himself in never letting fears hold him back, yet here he was, not even close to certain of how to pursue this long drawn on confession. It had to come out, it had to come out now. && that’s precisely why he wouldn’t allow himself to stand here silent && fade out with nerves. Sebastian was going to do it now, because if he didn’t he might walk out that door with the biggest regret of his life.
Fingers fidget with one of his blazer sleeves, the sick feeling in his stomach from nerves intensifying. This wasn’t the Sebastian everyone knew. This was the Sebastian that hopeless love had turned him into. A mess with endless doubts. Finally, he looks back up at Blaine as he watches him sitting in the vanity chair. Oh, those yellow tinted lights illuminating off of his angel skin. He was so handsome, now looking more handsomer than ever. He wanted so badly not to ruin the innocent look on his face with the news he would soon be bringing to Blaine’s attention. It wasn’t fair to Blaine, it wasn’t fair to Kurt. ❛ I was saying, uh—– ❜ he pauses, slowly walking towards where the other sat. Sebastian sits on the edge of the vanity counter top, now facing Blaine. He looked down with a frown before sighing.
❛ I’ve always been in love with you, Blaine.&& I still am. I’ve never stopped being in love with you. ❜ The bomb was dropped, his voice was shaking. He wanted to vanish into thin air. Leave before there was a chance to hurt from the reaction he would receive.
Breathing became increasingly difficult as he waited. Blaine felt what was coming. He knew it before Sebastian met his eyes knowing his were so hopeful that Sebastian might change his mind and decide he wasn’t worth the heartache that the air between them warned would only get worse. –I don’t want to be the person who does this to you. Please don’t make me be. Please, Sebastian, don’t.– He let himself be greedy enough to stretch out the minutes where both of them could sit there with words unspoken and hold onto how things were before–. A feeling deeper inside than his bones that already ached so bad he swore they were turning hollow caved his throat in when Sebastian stole the safety net of distance and reflections by sitting on the counter top and forcing Blaine to see him in the flesh. Close enough that he could feel the warmth of Sebastian’s leg against the side of his hand. Blaine screamed internally for him to stop before it was too late. –Not today. Don’t make me remember today as the day I broke your heart!– Then it was too late and he heard every word that Sebastian couldn’t take back and he’d never forget. Blaine sat perfectly still and his wide eyes–filled to the brim with tears–stared up at him seeing nothing but desperation. Sebastian looked as if he’d rather be anywhere other than beside him. The unsurety that the normally so confident man broadcasted drew Blaine to cover his hand with a grip that had no right to be shaking as much as it was.
His chair slid back and echoed in Blaine’s ears as he stood leaving barely any room between them. “Seb,” he whispered unsteadily, expression filling with sorrowful regret. His elbow bent as he cupped his cheek in a cold palm. Fingertips grazed Sebastian’s hairline as Blaine shook his head. “I’m sorry.” A caress swept over Sebastian’s temple. “I never wanted to hurt you. You have no idea how important you are to me. How important we are,” golden hazel begged Sebastian to understand before he leaned in and rested their foreheads together using the closeness to blur Sebastian’s face from view. When that didn’t work–Blaine closed his eyes and breathed the same air as Sebastian for what was probably the last time. Thinking it would be made Blaine’s stomach bottom out. “I-I can’t hurt him. Not like this. Not this bad. But don’t you dare walk away thinking I couldn’t love you. That you don’t deserve it. I know that’s what’s going to happen.” He blurted out the next part, too emotionally strung out to keep it inside. “I do–I mean–did. Part of me always will. You–you’re—” What was he doing? What was he saying? This was so wrong to do to him. “I’ll stop–I just–I’m so sorry.” –Please don’t hate me now. I don’t want that either.– But he couldn’t blame him if he did.
“ My very first goal of this trip has been checked off the list. Seeing the look of disbelief on your face when we arrive at our hotel—– it’spriceless. “ he smiled before pecking a kiss to Blaine’s cheek as the other steps out of the car door. He could get lost in those golden eyes for hours, anywhere. Even when they are in the beautiful core of Paris, with endless beautiful scenery. Still, he could get lost in Blaine’s eyes. Being in the city of love with his very own love meant the world. Making a return to France would have been like a dream even if he walked down the streets alone. But he wasn’t alone, the man who he had been in love with since the moment their eyes made contact was with him. Every time he looked at Blaine the flashbacks emerged, mental fog trailing to the sides && making a pathway for Sebastian to take a look at all they had been through. Though he had always been chasing after Blaine, he didn’t think he would end up with him. How he ever so adorably stuck his head out the window like a dog, or how he bounced back and forth on his feet in excitement. Sebastian loved all of it.
Rolling his suitcase behind him, && his carry on bag on his shoulder, he reached out for Blaine’s hand. Eyes were lit up with a passionate fire as they walked towards the ten-story building. “ If you think it’s pretty now, wait until you see the inside. I think you’ll really like it here, Blaine. “ Just before greeting the man who opened the front doors for guests, Sebastian looked over at Blaine, demanding an eye contact. His stare alone screamed ‘ I love you ‘. Sebastian didn’t have a cheeky grin on his face, or a smug smirk, he had an ear to ear smile sweeter than candy. He wished he could save every moment forever.
As the two entered the lobby, his eyes observed all of the fine artwork && luxurious decor. Other guests were walking by left && right, the ever so familiar sound of French ringing to his ears. There was a moment of shock like no other; Sebastian Smythe was home. Fingers stayed interlocked between Blaine’s as he glances over. “ What do you think so far, babe? “ he asks with enthusiasm, filled with excitement to check in at the front desk && see their room.
As caught up in staring starstruck at the hotel as they walked towards it Blaine was? The weight of Sebastian’s stare pulled him in like it had it’s own source of gravity that shifted the center of Blaine’s and brought him right into Sebastian’s orbit just as the taller man wanted. That’s how they worked. No words needed to be exchanged to demand attention. Just that pull and tug from deep inside. Blaine squeezed Sebastian’s hand tight and looked up quizzically. The sight waiting for him when he did took his breath away. Sebastian’s eyes were only on him and the gentle smile that went along with that softness in the seas of green waiting for him there made it impossible to resist what he did next. Who cared if they were blocking the door and the host was waiting for them to enter it? Blaine reached out and curled his fingertips around the edge of Sebastian’s collar and pulled him down while lifting up to brush their lips together.
Blaine savored the moment long enough to breathe out a sigh and a quietly spoken, “It’s wonderful. I can’t believe–it feels unreal that you pulled this off. Of course you did. If anyone could? It’d be you. That’s what I think. I love you so much. Thank you,” over Sebastian’s lips and then it was back to their hands linked together and the sounds of their suitcase wheels following behind them against the polished marble underfoot. By the time Sebastian let them into their room–Blaine was practically dry mouthed from gushing excitedly over every small detail his eyes landed on. His suitcase and bag were lost halfway past the entrance, discarded and forgotten as he came to a stop and palmed his mouth muffling a laugh of astonishment. Speechless lips parted once he pulled it away and what else could he do but shrug and stutter and tilt his head staring at the man responsible with a look of absolute disbelief. “You–I–Sebastian,” another breathless whisper of Sebastian’s name to add to the many that were on repeat for the past hour and a half.
What was really occurring to him though was just how powerful Blaine’s feelings were. He was a perfect target, actually. But that was just the hunter in Kurt talking.
Blaine thought it was his fault? How on Earth could he have chased Kurt away into being a demon? Kurt imagined he would say the same thing if the tables were turned. So he remained exactly where he was and hoped his voice was as steady as he wanted it. “It’s not your fault. There is nothing you could have done to stop me, Blaine. And I was never going to be gone forever I-” he’s sure there’s not a better way to word things. “It was a temporary leave so it could happen and I could adjust but if I told anyone where I was they might try to stop me or come looking and that could not happen.” He sighed, raking a hand through his hair again.
Would it be wrong to try and comfort him? Kurt couldn’t say he regretted it, because in all honesty he didn’t. It was strange from the start and only got more so as time went on. Blaine was never a part of the equation. He felt bad and he probably wouldn’t say it, but it was just a fact. Every night that he left the house with Oliver it was like leaving his entire life. It was such a thrilling freedom. Even if he did think of telling Blaine time and time again. He didn’t understand it back then any more than he did now, which is to say, not at all.
There was nothing he could have done to stop him. Ask him thirty seconds ago if his heart could break anymore than it already was? He’d have told you no. He was wrong.
“Of course I would have tried to stop you,” his voice was broken. An unsteady whisper that was borderlining on utter silence or bursting out into a scream. Blaine rubbed at his face trying to calm himself down. He couldn’t count on Kurt to help. He had to do this on his own. Much like everything he’s done the past six months through spots of him letting people “help” because he couldn’t hurt them by turning them away. His breath picking up faster said none of his efforts worked. Never would he think that being near Kurt would make him feel alone. It did and it hurt so bad he felt like he was suffocating. “That’s what you do for people you love, Kurt. You try to stop them from walking out of your life and into something that–oh wait,” a huff rattled out. With tears in his eyes–Blaine laughed. If you could call the quiet tumble of sound shaking his shoulders a laugh. More a frustrated, torn apart, utterly baffled noise that had his eyes rolling to keep himself from crying–he wasn’t going to start. If he started? He might not stop.
“I forgot. You can’t keep someone from making a mistake when it’s not a mistake to them. You wanted to leave everyone–even me–and it didn’t matter what shape you left us in. As long as you got what you wanted. I WAITED for you, Kurt. I waited!” He wasn’t yelling–not yet–but he was oh so close. “I had nightmares for months that you were somewhere begging me to help. No one would listen. I thought you were hurting. I couldn’t let myself believe it was worse.” Even with Kurt standing there alive–the idea made him blanch. Living proof those memories and feelings weren’t quite put to rest yet. “But if it was? I needed to bring you home. Regardless–I had to find you! I lied to my parents or waited until they were gone and went to look for you when Burt stopped! I got caught more than once! I didn’t–” He stopped himself, lowered his voice, straightened his back against the wall and grabbed onto the door handle but didn’t open it. “You promised me you’d never leave. You promised. I believed you so much that nothing our friends or family said mattered because the only thing that did? Was our forever and that meant more to me than what anyone else said. For my own good or not.”
Blaine’s hand settled over his and Carson’s heart skipped a beat as it was moved, before their arms linked together. He laughed, smiling as he was pulled along. Twice Blaine was almost called to dance, but Blaine kept beside him.
Carson was giddy, his face flushed, and a warm, hazy feeling washed over him. He hadn’t felt so light, so free… in longer than he could rightly recall.
Blaine asked him if he was enjoying his New Year’s Eve as they reached the bar, and Carson smiled brightly, nodding. “I am,” he agreed. “Best night…” he waved a hand vaguely, before continuing. “Well, ever!” he chuckled, shaking his head a bit, ginger locks falling in his face before he reached up to push them back.
Carson followed Blaine’s lead and leaned against the counter… perhaps a bit closer than needed, but hey! His inhibitions and usual shyness were a bit dulled at the moment. He watched as Blaine tapped his foot with amusement. He never seemed to stop moving, did he?
Carson thought it was really cute.
Once he was addressed, he glanced up, tilting his head curiously. Creepy? Blaine looked up at him, and Carson’s heart skipped a beat, those long dark lashes and full lips drawing his complete attention. He swallowed, willing away the bright flush to his cheeks he was sure could at least be partially explained away be his pale complexion and alcohol.
Hearing Blaine say he needed to dance wasn’t surprising, but Carson was- for a moment- a bit saddened that his time beside the man was drawing to a close. But then…
Carson’s eyebrows flew up in surprise as he was invited to come along… to dance. “Me?” he nearly squeaked, before laughing, a shy blush crossing his face. “Umm… sure?” He wiggled a bit in his spot, sheepish. “I, um… have never danced, though…” he admitted, before realizing that sounded almost like an excuse to dip out. “But I would still like to! If- if that’s okay, I mean.”
A cheeky grin greeted the blush that–sorry, Carson–couldn’t just be due to too much alcohol and pale skin. In a beat or two of the song and realizing that Carson was blushing because of him–they both had matching dustings of red over their face. Having company in the going red department seemed to give Blaine the confidence in reassurance that he needed to take hold of Carson’s wrist and thumb towards the dancefloor.
Was it that surprising that Blaine invited him to dance? Apparently so. Both of his eyebrows crept up and Blaine’s head tilted to top off the confused puppy stare.
“Yes. You,” he blinked a couple of times to get the stupefied look off. “Grab your drink and let’s get your feet moving. It’s NEW YEAR’S. Everyone dances at least once. That includes you.” Laughter bubbled out of him as he scooped up his glass with the unoccupied hand. That was that!
Off they went with Blaine taking the lead through the partiers blocking their way.
Blaine searched for a clear spot. The effort putting them within a few feet from Rachel and a few more of his friends. She gave the pair an expectant look that turned confused when Blaine stopped without quite reaching her. He didn’t seem to even notice she was waiting for them to begin with. Her smirk at being snubbed went unnoticed too.
They’d catch up to them later. After they danced to–what was playing? Black Eyed Peas announced that they had a feeling tonight was going to be a good, good night.
Who was he to argue against Fergie and Will.i.am?
Carson’s wrist slid from his hand and Blaine gripped his drink with his fingertips trying to keep it from splashing over the sides of the glass with a rather big gulp that made his whole face crumple, eyelashes flutter and lips pucker but put the liquor in the Safe Zone. Good deal! Dancing time! His feet were already moving and now the rest of his body began to catch up after a bounce bounce, hand wave of encouragement between his and Carson’s chests to his new dance partner.
Send ❤ for a non-specific kiss… (rolled dice to get result via list) 6. ☆ – for a kiss on the neck @ofscarllet
The day used to be his favorite holiday. One he looked forward to and planned every detail out down to a T. Valentine’s Day was an excuse to get as cheesy as he wanted. Down to shiny paper string hearts and sappy cards worded just right to make someone cry that wound up making you cry too. That’s what felt so good about it. Sure, sure. He had his new life. He’d moved on after building up the walls of his heart and patching over the worst of the cracks. There were still a few that weren’t filled up right. Occasionally, they’d crumble and his thoughts would travel across the city. Through miles of concrete and heartache he swore was down to a ghost arm version of itself. Then they’d land on the person who he used to spend so much of this day doing those things for. He wondered how Kurt was doing. A seed of thought that dug deep, grew roots and spurned others. Like who he might be spending it with now and–suddenly the idea of a rum and coke (or three and half) sounded a hell of a lot better than stuffed animals and chocolates in heart shaped boxes. Right as he was about to get another, a familiar face but a vaguely unfamiliar tone drew him out of the place where his thoughts wandered off to. Barry.
An hour later? A helpful arm kept him steady. He wasn’t too drunk to walk–barely drunk at all– but distractions came easy with liquor in his system and he’d already veered off twice forcing Barry to run and catch up. The third sway to the side, his finger –POINTED– insistently at a nearby park bench. Barry was stuck following him off one of Central Park’s paths they’d been walking down. Once they were seated, Blaine’s head rested against Barry’s shoulder and he sighed towards the water not too far away. “Thanks. You could have stuffed me in a cab and sent me home. I wouldn’t have blamed you. I sort of talked your ear off. You didn’t need to listen,” he gave Barry’s wrist a rattle and peeked up at his jaw. He wasn’t sure when the light laugh of him to save some face died off but it did. The scent of cologne and skin suffocated the noise as it drew him in. The tip of his nose brushed against the spot first and he’d muttered something about Barry smelling good but that meant his lips moved dangerously close. Lingering there longer than he should have, Blaine coughed lightly to clear his throat–he tried to get air that wasn’t that scent and it didn’t work–and licked his lips before he caved. One part loneliness, one part he wanted to. They grazed across Barry’s throat above the collar of his shirt and stayed there, sighing out a warm breath over the damp spot they left behind. An apology rushed out of him once the gravity of what he did caught up. “Oh–God. Sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Somehow Sebastian knew Blaine wasn’t going to end up moving from the position. Hungry mouths met all so quickly, a small kiss shifting into lips hard against each others. A chill is sent down his back like a lightning rod ( A good one at that ) as the taste of fresh winter mint makes it’s way into his senses. Though his eyes are closed, they’re metaphorically being opened as a whole new far with Blaine is made. Sebastian kissed back with a fired up passion && with that came a whole new level of desire, as if in one second it all clicked together. Heavy movements of hands && lips were in sync between the two, like the universe had been trying to get them to touch for as long as time. It felt like a dream, it couldn’t be real. But Sebastian would let it happen without any hesitation at all, because he wanted this more than ever. Already he knew this would be the hookup he doesn’t regret. The walls of Blaine’s masked desires were opened now && Sebastian didn’t plan on closing them back up. As he felt the pressure of the other grinding against his erection, Sebastian lets out a low moan to match Blaine’s. That same moan that Blaine vocalized into his mouth drove Sebastian wild. The Warbler feels his instincts to take over heightening.
Sebastian begins deepening the kiss && sliding the hand that stayed on Blaine’s thigh up until he was palming against Blaine’s dick to hear another moan. His other free hand moves upwards to the back of Blaine’s neck to pull him in closer. Never before has he kissed on the lips during a time like this, because intimacy often meant connected feelings. But the feelings were already there, they had been since Sebastian first laid eyes on Blaine. It finally felt right to kiss someone else, finally with his eyes closed. It was so worth the wait all this time, because now he could let himself sink into the bath of caress. He continues teasing the pressure of his hand in between Blaine’s legs, a groan let out. Sebastian can’t get enough, not yet.
Fingernails scraped over the rigid fabric of the rug they were sprawled out on top of as Sebastian’s hand drug up his thigh and began to rub against him. The bold move turned every ounce of self control Blaine was fighting so hard to keep topsey turvey and any hint of subtlety was as broken as his willpower to keep it. This was no longer innocent–when was it?–and nothing he could escape from letting go and not caring how obvious it became that he was full of want and unravelling at breakneck speed. Sebastian catching the back of his neck and pulling him close did nothing to muffle the sharp cry the last of his will being torn apart ripped out of him. The barely there movements of his body turned into a writhing mess that desperately pushed back against the warmth of Sebastian’s hand. Blaine’s mouth was frozen open and eyes wide but blind to anything in the room other than the mouth he was being guided towards so Sebastian could take over and deepen the kiss. –Oh God, he was sunk and didn’t care. He’d drown if Sebastian would let him.–
Please let me.
What mystified Blaine was the last glimpse he saw before he squeezed his eyes shut. Sebastian with his eyes closed but somehow capable of looking so determined and as lost as he was with each deft shift of pressure over his zipper like Sebastian already knew exactly where to touch and where Blaine needed it most–almost. As he drug his palms over the rug, one slid over to connect with Sebastian’s shoulder then down the side of his arm where it followed the long line of textured muscles and shifting tendons underneath his blazer. Lower. Blaine’s hips hitched up to make room for one more hand. If he’d just stop moving and grinding against him it’d be so much easier, but he couldn’t so Blaine didn’t force himself to. An aria of moans that were once deep became high and if a whimper could ever be a beg for more? This was how it would sound like coming from him, Blaine knew it. A thumb grazed the delicate skin lining Sebastian’s wrist but didn’t stop from joining the others as they trembled and guided the tips of Sebastian’s fingers to his belt buckle. Inside of Sebastian’s mouth a, “P-Please. Don’t stop. I need you. I need you so much it hurts,” that never would’ve seen the light of day echoed back into his own ears. He shuddered all the way up his spine at how it sounded combined with their heavy breaths and the rustle of clothing and pressed Sebastian’s thumb harder against the metal. –Want you so bad.–
Valentines Day, he despised it. A day dedicated to love, something he’d never been an expert at. Since coming to New York, it hadn’t been anything but drunken one night stands with selective randoms && solitude. After high school, ties were broken with anyone he got to know. Though on this Valentines Day evening in particular, Sebastian was planning on going to one of the city restaurants to meet someone he’d met on a dating app. Not really his style, but things had already become so different that he figured shaking things up was healthy. ( Even if that wasn’t the truth )
Walking through the door, his eyes scanned the room. He didn’t see the person he was supposed to be meeting just yet, but he did see someone; it was him. Blaine Anderson, sitting alone at a table with a glum expression on his face. Ignoring the waiter that greeted him at the door, he is frozen in his stance for a moment. It feels like he’s been staring for a thousand years before he snaps out of it. His head says to avoid Blaine at all costs out of fear, but his heart is screaming for him to give at least a simple hello. Pushing the nerves to the back of his mind, Sebastian walks over to the table with a light whistle. Hovering above Blaine with his hands in his pockets, he forces out words to the one he’s missed for years. ❛ —-Either you got stood up or you really hate Italian food…❜
What was he thinking when he agreed to a Valentine’s Day hook up on Tinder? How much lower was he going to scrape to not spend his formerly favoritethe worst holiday alone? The guy was cute. Their conversation–if you could call it that–was pleasant enough? Sort of. Blaine was fairly certain by the glimpse of him he got through the window of the restaurant they were supposed to meet at down the street that he was even more attractive in person. His hand was on the doorhandle but a wave of anxiety caved in his throat, his palms instantly became clammy and breathing was an alien concept he forgot about thanks to the tightness in his chest. –I can’t do this.– So? He left. He stood up a guy on Valentine’s Day. How much more awful can you get but Tinder would have an unending supply of guys to fall back on. Or that’s the excuse Blaine used to take the edge off his guilty conscience.
Of course that meant that he had to be sitting alone in the middle of a restaurant full of couples. He was that pathetic guy who got the pitying look from the bartender and a free sympathy drink that was more alcohol than mixer. His dinner was pushed off to the side and he hovered over his second round, chin propped on the heel of his palm and a lost look on his face until he froze at the sound of a voice. –No. Way.– Letting the straw he was jabbing at ice with fall and feeling the color rush to his face thanks to his heart swelling and bursting into a breakneck speed inside, Blaine looked up. Blinked. Blinked again. Then smiled the first real smile in forever. “Sebastian! Se–What are you doing here? –How?” Of all the places in the world, on all the days and anywhere else in the city that Seb could go? Things just added up that he was standing beside his chair? How was that even possible? Blaine had no idea but he had no idea in the best way anyone could have no idea–EVER.
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