“You’re being way too fucking deep for this early hour.” Sebastian murmured under his yawn as he brushed his eyelids. “And I still think it was worth it. Probably.” He chuckled. He didn’t exactly feel like explaining thereasoning behind his late excessive drinking. Admitting Blaine was still in his mind seemed too ridiculous to bear. Blaine probably hadn’t event thought of him on the last three years. Sebastian scrunched his nose back at him when he was teased, then let his lips curl at Blaine’s answer. “We live like champions, rockstar.” He pointed out as he watched Blaine get up before forcing himself to do the same, hoisting himself on the armchairs so he could get to his feet, then accepting Blaine’s hand mid-way. He let it go a tad too quickly afterwards, as though suddenly realizing that was probably the first time they touched hands since they’d first met. As he looked at Blaine, amusement in his bright eyes, and the smile on his lips, he suddenly licked over his own, trying to shake off the will to kiss him. It felt weird, a ghost sensation on them, as though they were trying to recall something. But Blaine had been clear that nothing had happened between them, so they couldn’t have kissed, could they? “Sure, killer. Whatever you say.” Blaine’s evasive remarks were something Sebastian was more than used to, as he was used to ignore the way they chipped away at something in him. Not that he had a lot of expectation even if Blaine DID agree to let Sebastian introduce him to his sheets. He’d known Blaine had had his doubts once, and even wondered if he wasn’t bisexual after all, but that he knew of, it hadn’t gone anywhere. Still, he didn’t let any of that sour that rare morning they were sharing. Instead, letting himself take in the image of a sleepy bed messed Blaine, and smirking as he pretended not to see the other’s reaction to picturing their sex. “You coming?” He asked, roughly, as he passed through the other boy, stretching his arms and letting his shirt ride up, making his way to the kitchen. “I don’t really know where is anything here, so we’re gonna have to search.” He warned over his shoulder.
Blaine curled empty fingers towards his palm after Sebastian’s quickly disappeared. The absence of a palm shouldn’t be something you felt this much. Should it? Somehow? The air hitting his skin shifted from warm and comforting to cold and chasing after filling the void by any means possible. If balling itself into a fist was the best it could do? Then he’d take that. And shove both inside his pockets unaware of the thoughts that his answer put in Sebastian’s mind. How could he understand? Not only because Sebastian was keeping it internalized. But he had no idea the depth of the reasons why. Instead? “Yeah, I’m coming.” Blaine followed along clueless to anything but the small sense of awkwardness that waking up the way they had must have put there. Because what else could it be? Sebastian already gave no signs that he remembered kissing him in the cab the night before. Blaine wasn’t going to bring up the subject. They’d waited years for that moment. Because as oblivious as Blaine knew he could be when it came to matters about himself and what someone else might be feeling towards him? He knew Sebastian was waiting just as badly. Why ruin the perfect day that this morning was turning out to be by explaining to Sebastian that he drunkenly shared and forgot their first kiss? He turned follow as Sebastian’s spine arched in a feline stretch. The pale strip of skin above his waistband drew Blaine’s attention and he felt his chest tighten. It was his turn to feel the phantom press of the other against him during their cab ride. Breath on his cheek that smelled of whiskey barrels and cheap bar mints. The way it felt to let himself feel with someone who he always kept at an arm’s length for both of their good and then–when it wasn’t necessary–by a habit that was built on years of needing to. Thankfully–just as he felt like he was drowning–Sebastian pulled him to the surface. He blinked out of his fog as they walked into the kitchen, lips twisted into a taunting grin. His voice caught up from the scratch he had to clear. “Wait. How do you not know where anything is? Please tell me you know where the coffee’s at? Some mugs, too? Though if we’re really desperate? I guess I can make a pot and we can grab some straws and share it like the desperate coffee fiends we are?” See? Cat Got Your Tongue pause over! Just keep talking and avoid another one. Should be simple. Yeah?
Sebastian did plan to get up for something greasy to eat after he was done with his water, but Blaine woke up first. He put his glass down slowly, now that he was a little more sure he wasn’t going to hurl into it. He smirked softly as Blaine looked at him, looking like a scrambled pillow and rubbing his eyes. ‘Morning.’ He answered, easily, grabbing his glass and offering the rest of his water to Blaine as he leaned over lightly, still careful with his moves. ‘Shhh…’ he said at the second statement, making down motions with his hand. ‘Quieter. Please.’ He asked, frowning, though he also scrunched up his nose, showing his mood wasn’t quite so dreadful. ‘Okay is a way to put it I suppose.’ He lied back, on the armchair, staring at Blaine for a moment. ‘The fact we woke up in different rooms does put a downer on my imagination for what’s got us here.’ He teased, lips curling lightly. ‘But I’m sure my thinking and memory will be much improved after some breakfast.’
Taking the glass with a grateful ‘hmph’–if ‘hmphs’ could be grateful, Blaine Anderson would be the one to pull it off–he finished it and forced himself further awake. Tired eyes combed the walls looking for anything to read the time on before he remembered his watch. Pulling back and eyeballing the sleep blurry numbers with a squint and an arched brow, he pressed his lips into an apologetic grimace at Sebastian after talking so ‘loudly’. “Way too early for my voice to be loud for you. Way too early for your teasing for me,” he joked back not actually minding in the slightest but needing to get a comeback in–no matter how boring it was–anyway. “You’d want to remember if I finally gave into your advances, Sebastian. I wouldn’t let you waste them on a drunken night where you’d forget the next day. Oh and you were way too many sheets to the wind for me to even think about getting between yours.” Never too early for an ear to ear grin though. Using a fist to push himself up into a sitting position, Blaine rubbed his hair out of his face to chase some curls that managed to escape and hang in his eyes back then rub some more sleepiness away. “Coffee first?”
Blaine was the last of the pair to fall asleep having watched over Sebastian well after he passed out to make sure he would be alright. He didn’t quite reach the time where he could watch dawn start to peek through the windows but he was close. Sleep came first. Surprisingly easily considering they changed destinations mid cab ride. Especially with the blanket from Sebastian’s bedroom that he carried out to the couch once the poor drunkard slipped into a blissfully numb–no doubt thanks to the amount of alcohol in his system–sleep. Water was sat by the bed, the curtains in the bedroom were shut, and Blaine curled up on the couch with a blanket that he couldn’t let himself focus too hard on how much it smelled like Sebastian. Or how soothingly comfortable the scent was. He stayed asleep for hours only stirring once he heard the shuffling steps move past the couch as Sebastian took a seat. Thick eyelashes fluttered and pinched shut a few times. Then in one deep inhale and a balled up fist digging into his right eye, Blaine squinted the other open and looked sleepily over towards Sebastian. “H-hey you,” his voice was scratchy but he licked his lips and the roof of his mouth to make it a little less so, “Good morning. Hope you’re feeling okay?”
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