SEND A 💓 IF YOU’D LIKE A KISS FROM MY MUSE.
@smirkingsmythe (national kissing day, you say? meme)

Sebastian was in rare form.  The teasing started mellow. By the end of their second glass of wine from the bottle Sebastian stole from the cellar–Blaine was pretty sure he never heard his singing compared to the talent that his rear end was.  Such bravado behind it–no pun intended–too.  He would buy a ticket to hear it sing if it belonged to anyone else other than him with the loud boasts his friend broadcasted the appeal of it to the empty house.  He laughed each time.  Gazing from his glass up to Sebastian with a toothy smile and look of disbelief in the ‘worst’ spots.  The taller boy seated on the floor next to the couch Blaine was sitting cross legged on was about to launch into another round–his fingers waving elegantly said he was about to make a point.  Thinking of no other way to derail him–Blaine sat his glass down and cleared his throat loud enough to earn a pause.

“As much as I appreciate another reminder?  I think I got it the third or fourth time.  And,” he ignored how his heart sped up now that he set his idea into motion.  Both hands rested on Sebastian’s cheeks and silence fell. Success!  Bending in–inch by inch–to the point he had to roll up onto his knees against the cushion and hunch over to reach, his smile curved onto one of mischief.  Suddenly–he swerved up and his fingers nudged Sebastian’s cheeks to bring his chin down.  His hair smelled like sandalwood and amber when Blaine drew in and he indulged himself an inhale of it before his lips touched the crown of Sebastian’s head. “You’re impossible. If I thank you?  Can I get my rear out of being the center of conversation this go round?”