The door’s very noise sent a chill up his spine. He didn’t know why he was being so dramatic over this. Letting out a deep breath, he soon saw Blaine. Two weeks went by without any texts. Without seeing that cute face and gelled hair. The corners of his mouth raised somewhat. It was a small smile. If anything, it was a relieve to actually see him again. especially after those texts, he needed to get it out face to face.
“It’s okay. No worries,” muttered. The eye contact killed him. Stepping inside he took yet another sigh. This was one of the rare occasions that Sebastian was quiet. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was hard to miss. His hands retreated into his pockets. His neck was bent slightly as his eyes were more upwardly focused.
Turning around he watched Blaine. Sebastian’s gaze followed his movements. He was studying his body language. “Where do you wanna go?” The inquiry relieved some of the awkwardness.
A overly long silence fell between them when Blaine went mute and stared up at Sebastian after he broke eye contact with him. Truth be told? Blaine’s heart was racing, his chest was tight and he didn’t know whether or not he’d be able to go through with this until long after he gave Sebastian the invite and knew he was on his way there. Everything just got so messed up before when they were near each other. Part of him wondered if staying in texts and calls would have been better. Less risky, less to lose because hurt’s easier to hide when you can’t see the person.
It was a cowardly way of doing things. Not how he normally handled anything in his life–well most things. But it was that safety net that he was wondering if he’d made a mistake giving up when the other boy couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes. –No. It’s going to be okay. You can fix this. If he wants to. Just look at him. You know he does.–
Underneath Sebastian’s observation–he didn’t know what made him more nervous. The lack of eye contact or the weight of a watchful eye he could feel on his back like the presence of a hand pulling his stomach down in one big jerk. His arms instinctively crossed in front of his lower chest. A subconscious way of grounding himself. “We can go to the living room. This whole house is empty. It will be for a few more days. Can I get you anything to drink? I-I mean. Water or soda or–yeah,” he sighed and peeked back up at him, “Trying that again. Are you thirsty?”
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.
Everything happened rather quickly. For one thing, Sebastian didn’t imagine someone like Blaine getting physical. Upon being shoved a bewildered yet quite irritated look dominated his facial features. “Don’t worry. I plan on it,” he poisonously spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be better than you.” Slamming the door shut and locking it he immediately went upstairs. Tossing his phone to the side he crawled in bed to try and get some sleep. The night would pass and none would be found. Just his anger, and regret.
Between the texts that the two shared, Sebastian opened himself up for once. Blaine was one of the only people who had ever been a witness to such a thing. It was extremely late at night, and he couldn’t wait until morning. Telling Blaine that he’d be on his way, he got into his car and drove off. His red eyes focused on the road before him, occasionally stinging from exhaustion. Some soft music played as he began to eventually relax in the car seat. It wasn’t too long of a drive.
The headlights shined still. The car was parked and Sebastian was sitting inside. Taking a deep breath he turned the keys, got out, and locked it. Every step felt so incredibly heavy on his way up to the door. While walking he texted Blaine that he had arrived. Anxiously awaiting outside of his door, his fingers tapped on his legs.
Two weeks and no sign of Sebastian in his life whatsoever. As far as he knew? Their friendship was over and a large part of what happened was his fault. That Sebastian listened to him just like he made good on his promise and deleted the other boy’s number from his phone. To his surprise? A message about notes for a Calculus class he wasn’t taking came in the middle of the night from a number he didn’t recognize. Shooting an apology back landed him that piece of enlightenment on who sent it. Sebastian.
So much for other boy deleting his number like he told him to. Why did he feel so guilty that he had? Their conversation didn’t go the way Blaine planned but that was becoming status quo for the boy who appeared into his life out of nowhere at the wrong time. –It’s not my fault. He keeps saying it but it doesn’t stop feeling like it is.– Now..he was staring at his phone reading the message that Sebastian was here for much longer than it’d take for him to go answer the door.
“Don’t screw this up, Blaine. Just–don’t,” he chided himself as he rushed down the stairs and through the hall to the foyer. A shaking hand grabbed the door handle and he pulled it open coming face to face–with a raise of his chin–and making eye contact with–. “Sebastian, come in. Sorry. I was upstairs.” Pulling the door open as bare feet padded backwards–he motioned for Sebastian to enter with a wave of his hand and a press of his lips into a small, tentative smile.
Sebastian pulled back, but only momentarily. The heat of the moment took over and he leaned his body away to pull the shirt off his skin. It raised over revealing his torso, and then chest, and all of his skin from the waist up. On his back he felt the intense heat of the fireplace. Sweat dribbled off his freckled skin even moreso now. With a heavy press against Blaine’s lips his tongue dared further. Slinking its way into his mouth he ran it along his. Sebastian’s tongue snaked in deeply while he rolled his hips back and forth.
Within his pants, Sebastian was rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to have Blaine naked on him. “Blaine…” He whispered onto his plump lips. His fingers quickly rolled up Blaine’s shirt. Sebastian moaned onto Blaine’s olive skin. His tongue swirled around his nipple and tasted the salty taste of sweat on his warm body. Further and further down, his mouth moved. Upon reaching his naval, Seb’s tongue dipped down. The feeling of Blaine’s fingers in his hair got him going.
Both hands reached down to his sides to pick up the tense legs and put them over his shoulder. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to have his head in between those legs. Pulling away on his pants he began to slowly remove them.
“I need to know that you want this,” he spoke lowly. He was ready to give him everything.
Blaine was pulled from his haze momentarily as Sebastian leaned back. Rapid blinks and a faint groan of protest came so desperate and needy it was hard to wrap his brain around the fact that he could even sound like that. Before his eyes opened completely–Blaine covered his mouth with his palm. Thank God he did. Sebastian was shirtless by the time Blaine focused on him. The sight was enough to steal his breath and make him moan.
There was no time to recover. Not when Sebastian leaned in–his hand moved to Sebastian’s cheek–and the warm wet of Sebastian’s tongue slid into his mouth to touch and glide with his. Rolling hips matched Sebastian’s movements when his restraint left. He felt Sebastian’s firmness, knew he was just as worse for wear and his face lit up red. If he could feel Sebastian? Sebastian could feel him. “Sebastian,” he mewled between their mouths. “Sebastian!” Quietness was torn into a sharp cry as Blaine’s body jerked and his fingers scratched Sebastian’s scalp renewing the tightness his fists gripped his hair feeling the heat of the other’s tongue on his skin. Oh! That was new. And he liked it.
The pull and bursting tug of want moving down his thighs pressed him so tight against his pants that it hurt. But then–with the tug and his hips lifting towards it? Sebastian’s whisper caught up and his gut instinct was to sob how much he wanted this. Not having it felt like it would break him into pieces but– if he didn’t stop now– it would be too late. Later than this already was.. He choked, gasping for air and forced his hips back against the couch to put inches of space between them.
“Can’t.. I can’t. We need–.” Teeth gnashed together and he tugged lightly up on Sebastian’s hair to get his attention. “We need to stop,” he sounded like he was about ready to physically shatter at the thought. But. They had to. “I’m sorry..”
( TEXT; blaine ) I tried calling Rachel, but she didn’t pick up. ( TEXT; blaine ) If you could, please just. I need someone to talk to right now. I need a familiar voice to calm me down. ( TEXT; blaine ) I think I’m having a panic attack. — I don’t know what’s happening. But my hands are shaking and I’m trying to control my breathing. ( TEXT; blaine ) Please, just be by your phone right now. ( … ) ( TEXT; blaine ) I need you.
( about two minutes later )
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey. Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t hear the phone over the piano. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m here. Slow down, Kurt. Breathe. You’re going to be okay. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Where are you near? I’ll come to you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Calling you now. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Please pick up.
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