Sebastian watched him as he tried to wake up. He sighed as he checked on his clock. ‘Live in the moment, killer.’ He didn’t really give a shit what time was it. What were weekends for?? He’d fought for his right not to have a weekend schedule, and though his father still tried to fill his time with polo games and business brunches, Sebastian was having none of it. He scratched his face lightly where his scruff would start to grow soon, and stretched himself out, showing his long legs in front of him, as he turned up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. Letting Blaine wake up. ‘Still loud.’ He answered, stubbornly, though there was the hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. He hummed. ‘Never too early for sex jokes, Blainers.’ The next words did surprise him, though. He straightened his head as he glanced at the other, and cocked an eyebrow. ‘Disappointing and yet. You’re aware you’re sounding a lot like you might just get into my sheets one day, right??’ Did Blaine actually mean he SHOULD continue his advances?? That they weren’t unwelcome even after everything?? The thought sparked up something in him. Specially as his eyes stopped for a moment over Blaine’s grinning lips. Cute fucker. He groaned as Blaine started to actually get up, knowing he ought to follow. Specially since it was his kitchen. Not that he knew much more about it than Blaine that had never seen it. ‘Can I get some EGGS with that??’ He teased lightly as he forced himself up, sighing. ‘Always.’ He agreed after all. ‘You still remember my order don’t you??’ Maybe some cognac with something greasy would be the better way to go with his hangover.
“Living in the moment is a great idea, Seb. If I remember correctly,” Blaine took on a thoughtful pout recalling the previous evening, “You said that a few times last night when I was trying to warn you about that hang over you have no. Lesson learned? Living in the moment is great if you do it in moderation. Do you know the meaning of that word? Something tells me that’s a resounding no,” this time the grin twisted into a smirk before he scrunched his nose and gave him a playful chuckle.
“Sure,” he palmed over the back of his neck popping out the last crinks from sleeping on a couch the whole night, “Coffee and eggs. Hangover breakfast of champions. Got it.” Standing up slowly–Blaine took his moment of pause and ignoring the question to cross over and offer Sebastian a help the rest of the way out of his seat if he needed. His eyes were brightly dancing, full of amusement as he wriggled his fingers and waited to see if Sebastian would take them. “Sorry to disappoint you, by the way. As far as the your first question? What fun would it be if I, finally, answered you? Why ruin the mystery,” he teased unabashedly. Even tossed in an innocent, expectant blink like he expected Sebastian to be 100% in agreement with the reason why Blaine never quite confirming whether he’d ever find out the print of Sebastian’s sheets from first hand experience. Or not. A picture floated through his mind of what that would look like–and how he’d make that discovery–and he felt his throat close in and a splash of heat fill his stomach. The more he thought about it? The easier it was to feel his pulse picking up and a heat spreading over his cheeks. Nothing a cough and a switch of the subject couldn’t fix? Yes, he pictured that. How they would feel, smell. Especially when–. No! Cut that out! Breathing deep should bring his heart rate back to normal, yeah? No big deal! None at all! All under control! Coffee! Eggs! Breakfast wasn’t going to cook itself!
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