“Kidding, Blaine. Kidding,” he nodded. Leaning in to peck him on the lips he shook his head whilst laughing. Sebastian looked down and nodded. This was one of the very few times that anyone had expressed any compassion to him. Of course his parents had but moments with them were few and far in between. They worked a lot and he was quite the lone wolf. “Yes, that was extremely corny but I loved it,” he smiled.
Looking over to the wall and back at Blaine he raised an eyebrow. “How ‘bout we get a few pillows and lay down and talk by the fireplace? I’m a bit cold and well, my neck hurts like a motherfucker sooooo…” he chuckled. The thought of the heat on his back was almost paradisal.
Blaine felt his cheeks explode with heat at the peck. It was such a small gesture that lasted a millisecond but held so much affection inside it that he had to look down between them before he could properly catch a breath. Only after he was sure he was breathing right did Blaine look up and meet Sebastian’s green eyes that always pinched together in the sweetest way when he smiled like that. Did the other boy have any idea how innocent he could look when he was stripped bare of all the snark and cannon fodder sarcasm or perverted comments? No.
Thing was? Blaine didn’t dare tell him because he knew that if he ever did? He might not ever get to see that Sebastian again. Blaine laughed and shrugged in a small streak of embarrassment that faded into a hum. “I’m glad you did. I can be pretty corny if you haven’t noticed,” his nose scrunched. Taking in a slow breath as he looked at the fireplace–Blaine hesitated for only a moment before he brushed his palms against his knees and stood. “Sure. Let me go get pillows and blankets from my room. You can start the fire if you want. Everything’s right there.” Off he went after a backwards step or two and a pivot on bare feet.
“That’s a strange mix of compliment and insult for one person,” he grinned. A small laugh left him while his head rested on the back of the couch. Looking at Blaine he reached out to take his hands. “I am now, yeah. This is one of the first few moments where I haven’t felt so shitty on the inside. Thank you, Blaine,” his words were soft spoken. His heart was slowly opening up to someone else. It was a scary sensation but he was tired of fighting it. Something good was coming into his life, and he wouldn’t let go.
“How about you though? Are you doing okay?” he asked. Looking at Blaine was like seeing him for the first time. Sebastian scooted slightly closer to him. Breathing slowly, he began to run his fingers over Blaine’s hand. It was incessant and he didn’t quite realize what he was doing. There was a subtle look of happiness.
“Sorry. I meant the compliment part but not the backhanded insult that came with it,” Blaine spoke just as softly as Sebastian. After weeks of feeling strung out and having his mind race at the worst times? Steady and quiet was too nice to ruin. Letting his hands be gathered up–he inched closer on instinct like Sebastian’s gravity was pulling him in. Oh, one touch shouldn’t feel that good but it did and he didn’t want to let go. “Me, too.” Careful. He’d be careful. So neither one of them got hurt again. But turning this small amount of peace away was just something he couldn’t do.
“Me? I’m much better now.
I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out how I could let that happen and almost lose you. I know you and me are–that–this is new but I meant what I said in my texts. You are too important to let go. Even if you don’t believe that. You are.” Their closeness and the soothing feeling of fingers against the back of his hand lulled his eyes closed for a moment. “Now that we’re okay? I’m okay,” he smiled embarrassedly, “Did that sound as corny as I think it did?”
Sebastian dared to scoot closer. Blaine’s very fingers on his wrist felt so heavy but relieving in its own love-sick way. “Yeah, I wanna go there. With you,“ he whispered to Blaine. Sebastian’s boldness came back screaming as he leaned in to give Blaine a quick kiss on the lips. He didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable or wrong with what he was doing, so he pulled away. Sebastian felt the intense need to do that very action. Otherwise, he might’ve gone wild. It was enough for the moment to keep him as happy as he could be. In fact, Sebastian hadn’t been so genuinely happy in a while. His gaze was soft and a stupid smile stretched from the corners of his mouth. Sebastian leaned his head against the couch cushion, his hair slightly messy from the lack of surprising upkeep.
If Sebastian gave him another chance–he’d promise him right here and now that he’d never risk messing things up again. Not for some foolish repeat of a moment where he got so lost that he risked the chance to have Sebastian in his life. He waited with baited breath–hinging on the moment where Sebastian would either let him in and give him back what he was so terrified of losing. Or to know that he had irrevocably damaged what only just began but was now–for some reason he couldn’t name and didn’t really care to try because it just was–one of the most important connections to a person that he’s ever had. There was something about Sebastian that drew him in, made him want to be near the other boy and know him and let Sebastian know him back just as much. More than what he projected, more than what he let himself share because there were so many things he didn’t because those things were better left ignored. Sebastian seemed to see them without even trying..
The strangest part? Blaine wanted him to.. He wouldn’t be able to say why. Only that he did. And he knew that this was his second chance or Sebastian never would have come over. A passing peck to his lips was enough to make his breath hitch. He swallowed past the cartwheel his insides went topsy turvy on and nodded with wave of relief splashing in. “Thank you,” he whispered letting his head fall to rest on the cushion nearly mirroring Sebastian’s position. “You look like a put together mess, by the way. Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s not but,” he studied him with a darting glance over his eyes, “Are you okay?”
I am convinced that different people bring out different sides of you.
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.–
Getting lost in the stare they held was so effortlessly easy. It took a single blink && all too quickly it was as if getting trapped in those hazel irises was inflicted by a force. Perhaps a force called chemistry. Sebastian liked to think he could look deeper in those eyes && find a glimpse of something he’s never seen before. Blaine always surprised him, && even more so as he watched Blaine progress through what once was awkward but now felt right. Sebastian didn’t except Blaine’s hands to move where they did; usually a move Sebastian would try to make. It slid from the shoulder to the cheek && before he could process the amount of body contact Blaine was giving, it trailed closer to his lips that he had just licked a few seconds prior to. When the touch was shifted to the corner of his mouth, Sebastian’s eyes flickered downwards to lightly glance at where his fingers were before returning back to the stare. He gives the signature smirk, hands slowly sliding down Blaine’s sides until he stopped himself at his waist.
❛ No worries, killer… ❜ he reassures cheekily, voice projecting smoothly && nonchalantly. The groan that came from Blaine caused Sebastian to develop a rush of thoughts, without realizing beginning to move one of his hands to Blaine’s thigh. Sebastian couldn’t describe it in his head as anything but sexy. Before realizing, he felt a sensation southwards. His cheeks became warm, hoping to god that a blush wasn’t visible. That would be a disaster in his opinion. Sebastian could feel his cock harden the longer the weight of Blaine pushed against him; an unintended tease in itself. Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip, wondering if Blaine could feel it or not. ❛ ———Looks like I’m enjoying your company more than I thought I was. ❜
A starstuck look of awe kept Blaine’s mouth slack until he tugged his bottom lip up. He bit down hard. After a drag of his tongue over the drying strip of skin thanks to the deep but quick breaths. Only a few more seconds of getting lost Sebastian’s stare turned them desperate pants spurned on by the clutching of his stomach. Not that he’d complain about the sensation. It was overwhelming and everything he imagined–and there were plenty of times–getting lost in that endless sea of green, the sensation of long fingers sliding down his sides and the warmth of Sebastian’s body would be like. Every inch of him that was empty and put on ignore for months came to life underneath the spell he was falling into. Too fast, too deep. No. Perfectly fast and deep enough to make him feel alive. Blaine’s breath shuddered across Sebastian’s mouth–mint and coffee–as he watched him look towards the thumb that twitched an explorative touch along the edge of his lip. He was so wrapped up in what he was doing that when Sebastian smirked, he mirrored it with a softer version and didn’t notice.
No worries? Sebastian was wrong. Blaine had plenty to worry about. Like how encaptured he was getting and how with an inch closed between them he’d be able to taste the lips that his fingertips refused to lift from. Sebastian’s blush–yes, he noticed that as well as something else that was impossible to ignore–only made the urge even harder to resist. Now he was so close to them that when Sebastian finished whispering he could feel them tenderly brush together. Speaking only made it worsebetter. “——I should get up,” he repeated out loud. Once again doing quite the opposite as his knees shifted apart far enough he removed any doubt that he was just as affected as Sebastian. The ache in him built up the need for any kind of friction he could get. He just happened to find it perfectly against Sebastian’s length. The drag backwards created by a lift of his hips and a parting of his thighs pushed every ounce of air out of his lungs, lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back underneath them. When their lips met, Blaine didn’t have it in him to not feed Sebastian a moan. Fireworks of every color exploded behind clamped lids. He was starving by the time he hungrily sought out Sebastian’s tongue and kissed him as deeply as he secretly craved for so–damn–long. Especially after the first time Sebastian kissed him. Now there was no holding back. Why there ever was before? Suddenly Blaine couldn’t think of why. Or think at all. Not when he was subtly rolling his hips and grunting into a mouth that eagerly took in every noise he made.
He had dreamed of their lips meeting for so long. For Blaine Anderson to finally just admit that there was something there. That Sebastian wasn’t a lone wolf looking in the forest of a fantasy that was nothing. He knew it wasn’t really nothing. Sebastian could pick up on things as such, he knew when a chemistry was rising. He also knew when one was melting. && though he had done fucked up things, using Hunter as a jealousy tool, or meddling in between Blaine && Kurt— through all of those cruel actions, he was doing it for love. Love can blind someone, make them feel as if they are walking through a dark hallway, only a candlelight at the end. Sebastian had been stepping towards that candlelight this whole time. Just to have the boy he had been in love with since he first laid eyes on him. Sebastian hated cliche things, like love at first sight. He hated tradition, && love in general terrified him. But with Blaine, that was all pushed away. The artificial ego he used to boost himself as nothing more than a cold hearted snake melted all away when he looked in those hazel eyes. Things were different with Blaine Anderson. && that’s why he has never gave up on making him his.
He would be a new man for Blaine, he would show all of him; who he truly was underneath the devious actions. && that is exactly why Sebastian held the way their lips met for longer. He didn’t make it sloppy, or sexual. It was a passionate kiss full of emotion. One that said ‘please stay’. As he felt fingers clench onto his tie, he intensified the kiss into a deeper shade of words through body language. This was so much louder than words. Sebastian was falling into a trance of lost in time. Nothing else mattered now, nobody that may pass by even existed to him in this time. It was like the sun && moon rose && set a million times. It was like a drug he only could fantasize for so long, but this was finally it. He was finally kissing Blaine Anderson. It lasted for a moment longer until Sebastian just pulled away the slightest, keeping his lips against Blaine’s. Eyes stayed half shut, features soft as he rose a hand to the others cheek. Every move was delicate. Two fingers rubbed against Blaine’s skin slowly && lovingly, noses touching. Voice was genuine. “ You know how hard it is for me to make a proper apology… Just say that I can call you mine, Blaine. “
Ah, ok. This was what Sebastian’s lips felt like? Blaine could feel every part of him melt and yield to the kiss. His fist inched over enough that it could close completely around Sebastian’s tie using it as the only means he had to stay tethered to something solid enough to ground him. He needed that source of gravity. Anything that would hold him steady and keep a shred of common sense in him that would time the kiss to prevent it from becoming something so overwhelming that too much of him might bleed out he couldn’t take back once he fully convinced himself he needed to be the one to pull away. That’s how he went into the kiss. Holding onto a frame of mind that he’d give in because he couldn’t stand fighting the need he felt for it anymore. But only a little bit. Only enough that he could soothe the aching hunger inside both of them with a sample of what could be while preventing the disaster that might happen if he screwed up again. Losing Sebastian wasn’t an option. If he could only give them a few feet while playing pretend that it was enough to last them for miles? They were both pretty good liars to themselves up to this point so it wouldn’t be that horrible of a stretch for them to accomplish. Or so he told himself over and over in those first few brushes of skin on his mouth and puffs of warm breath on his cheek. His weight began to hang from that strip of fabric, pulling the taller boy down as he lifted up and— Sebastian’s tie fell from his fingers. The hold he wrapped around Sebastian’s shoulders was firm as he tilted his head and cracked his eyes partially open flicking a glance veiled partially by long, black lashes up to Sebastian’s softened features. The view stole his breath. Hello. It’s nice to meet you.. Where have you been all this time?
Sebastian didn’t do anything different in the seconds that passed but something between them changed on Blaine’s end. There wasn’t anymore pause. Or a tether tied to the tips of his shoes to keep him earthbound and be their anchor. Any amount of hesitation was gone and he let emotion leak into the kiss that had him choking on a whimper of letting go. Want me! I’ll stay if you ask me to! –his kiss screamed it and the way he cupped the back of Sebastian’s head with the tips of his fingers carding against his scalp begged him just as desperately. When Sebastian pulled back, he didn’t budge. Blaine’s tongue swept between their lips, licking across his own and touching Sebastian’s by default causing him to shudder at the taste. Finally, two slits of hazel peeked into a sea of green. Sebastian was hinging on an answer. Blaine’s gentle smile fell as a rock tugged his stomach to the floor. What he wanted and what he should do –two opposite things– flooded his mind. His thoughts jumped too far forward to an ending he doomed them to in seconds. It was a mistake, a slip of guilty-by-default that followed him since New York. Blaine’s throat went tight. A bitter flavor hit the back of his tongue. Even then? He held onto Sebastian and leaned until their noses docked with one another, kept his jaw bared for Sebastian’s touch and ran his fingertips along the other’s neck. “Sebastian,” he whispered, chest sinking as he traced the bridge of Sebastian’s nose with the edge of his. “I can’t let you do that. I want to. God I want to. But–I’m so scared I’ll ruin something..someone else I lo—care about. I’m not ready to risk that again. I’m sorry. I’m a horrible person, Seb. Please don’t hate me–but if you do? I’m really,” he gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes, “really good at giving someone a reason to.” His breath hitched, squinted eyes contradicted everything coming out of his mouth by pleading with Sebastian not to listen. To call him out. So much of him didn’t want to believe that about himself. But it was true. Right? Only awful people did what he did.. “I am trying so,” a frustrated scoff ghosted his lips over Seb’s mouth and he almost listened to his body yelling the want to fall right back into kissing him to prove how much he actually wanted what he was saying couldn’t happen, “hard not to give you an even bigger one.”
Blaine’s affinity for finding any surface that could be hopped, climbed or jumped onto was no secret to anyone that knew him for more than, say, a day or two? Today was no different. Even if it was just him and Seb practicing, Blaine was soon lost enough in their rendition of Runaway Baby that a desk older than the state of Ohio wasn’t given a second thought on being turned into a perch for him to vault up onto and keep on dancing. His trust in the soles of his shoes giving him enough friction –because when do they not? probably when the wax on the desktop was fresh enough to see your reflection in.– was sorely mistaken. He hit the varnish in a fantastic slide and just–kept–going.
Lightning fast reflexes or not, his hands waved in the air for something to grab onto and nothing was there. Desperate feet scrambled to find their footing that was a no go, keep on dreaming wish. Momentum zipped him right over the edge and the only thing that was rushing towards him to stop his fall was.. Sebastian!
A loud yelp reminiscent of no! save yourself! in volume later? The wind was knocked out of him when he landed, jarring to an abrupt yet not hard-as-the-floor but very awkwardly positioned stop. On—top—of Sebastian Smythe who took the brunt of their fall with his back. Blaine’s knees hit the floor on either side of Sebastian’s thighs and— When did he end up hugging him tight enough that his arms were still wrapped around Sebastian’s shoulders after the fall? “Seb! I’m–!” Breathless and panting as he tried to catch some air, Blaine pushed himself up on one wiggled free palm and stared down at the poor Warbler plastered between him and the floor. That was when his efforts for catching his breath failed. Their eyes met, Blaine tuned into their position, the fact he had yet to move and blushed deep. “Are you okay? I–should get up.” Easier said than done when the smallest shift of his hips to try caused his stomach to spark and sent a static charge through every nerve. Blaine’s mouth opened, stayed that way then stuttered to say something–anything. “Definitely.” Anytime now.
A mountain climb of emotions happened all too fast. The moment he heard the confession leave Blaine’s lips, the confession that he had feelings too, it was like he was finally hearing something he had been waiting months ( Even YEARS ) to hear. Something he always had high hopes of. He had never given up on Blaine, even if his only choice left was being with another guy to make him jealous. Whether the tactic was devious or not, all of it was still just for Blaine. Sebastian was a boy who knew how to speak the language but couldn’t quite play the part. Love made him ruthless. Long ago, his determination to show his love went so far that his actual love interest ended up with an eye injury. Determination only lead to destruction for him, he was reckless to what was acceptable. It was like he always forced himself to believe that Blaine did like him back but the self-doubt in the back of his mind, where his dark side lies, told him that he could never be loved. Eyes were now drowning in a relieved glaze, knowing that the attraction was mutual. His stare was begging for further interaction from Blaine. He couldn’t loose him now. Never.
There was a moment where he just wanted to make up, he wanted to tell Blaine everything he never could. All of the scattered thoughts that ran through his mind. How Hunter had never been of his true interest. How what he really wanted was for their hands to stay locked forever. But before the moment of truth could last too long, Blaine was getting up && walking out the door. An irritated sigh leaves his lips, eyebrows slanting down in a worry && lip quivering just a bit. Never had he shown this raw version of himself before. But now he couldn’t hold it back. Why the hell was Blaine leaving? “ No—— don’t go. Stay. “ Voice goes from a cracked whimper to a demand. Sebastian raises from his seat, standing in place for a moment. He could cry, he could pout about how he would never get the boy. But after all of this vulnerability, the fire of determination began to roar in his system again. A gleam of hope && sudden ideas. As if passion was dragging him to meet the body of Blaine from across the way. Blaine couldn’t be let off the hook this fast. Sebastian Smythe had his game face back on. With a few long, swift steps, Sebastian storms to catch Blaine. He didn’t speak, only yelled with his eyes. Grabbing him by the collar, he instantly pulls him in && presses his lips to Blaine’s as the other was in mid-sentence. The kiss was hard, filled with desire && an ultimate storm of passion. An act of inner feelings that had been long overdue in Sebastian’s opinion.
Each toe to heel step backwards felt like it landed on a crack that kept breaking his heart into smaller pieces. His intention in coming back to Dalton was to rattle some sense back into Sebastian. Make him rethink the path he was on if he kept up with the insane idea that Hunter was worth his attention. Not to shake them both so deep that they were confessing secrets that weren’t supposed to see the light of day. Poor timing, remember? Tonight’s wasn’t any better. He opened his mouth and said too much. He was still a wreck after what he did to the relationship he would’ve sworn on his life would last forever. Losing someone else wasn’t an option. Stepping through the door earlier was his attempt at stopping that. Saying things he couldn’t take back? That he had feelings for someone who, obviously, waited so long to hear he did? No, that wasn’t part of the plan. Not at all. Leaving Sebastian in the state he put him in hurt deeply. Weighing the options? This hurt? Or the hurt he could put him through if he stayed and they kept talking? Better to cut his losses now than to ruin someone that was more important to him than Sebastian may realize.
Then Sebastian changed. The expression on his face shifted. From quivering lips to a narrow-eyed determination as the taller boy rose that had Blaine defensively waving his hands in the open space in front of his chest that was soon to be cut to nothing. His feet obeyed the demand when his mind told him to keep going. To turn around and run before it was too late and they made worse mistakes. Sebastian stalked towards him fueled by a burning bright
fire. Hot enough for Blaine to notice the green in his eyes was ablaze. He’d lie and deny that his body reacted to it. A pull that danced through his veins sparked with electricity and want. He felt like he was breathing under water when he tried a swallow to loosen the knot in his throat and failed. “You know I should walk away before–.” Sebastian grabbed his collar. Blaine’s hands pressed firmly against his chest and that current flowing through Sebastian jumped between them and ran up his arms shutting his voice down so his lips hung open until– Their mouths met and the solid push he angled his hands to separate them became a desperate clutch of starched white cotton and a bit of Sebastian’s tie. Shocked eyes screamed a protest that died off in perfect synchronicity with his knees going so weak that he had to wrap both arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and lock his right hand around his left wrist to keep standing. Shouldn’t exploded into I want you. His hands gripped stronger to keep from shaking.
Blaine kissed him back after that. Tripping to catch up to the passion flowing from Sebastian’s mouth against his but gaining ground the longer it lasted.
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