Sebastian’s freckled skin was naturally rosy from the amount of wine he had consumed. It was sip after sip, unrelenting. His hair was a mess, and his clothes hung off his thin frame. By his own standards he was an absolute mess of a boy right now. He didn’t mind it with Blaine’s company though. Heavy handed and overly sexual compliments were even more of his forte the more he drank. The windows were open and allowed a slight breeze to roll through, often rustling his hair ever so slightly. On his skin it felt blissful. The sounds of nature filled his ear with backing for this moment shared between the two.
“Well, I’ll gla-” Sebastian’s head shook, eyes closing momentarily. Upon opening them Blaine was incredibly close to him. If Sebastian didn’t make the first move then was it even real? Holy shit! Going with the moment presented, his eyes slowly closed instinctively as his lip opened slightly in order to kiss Blaine. Confusion was an understatement for what Sebastian felt when Blaine’s lips connected to his forehead. Speechless again. “I – yeah,” he said with surprise. Unfolding his legs he reached for his glass of wine, taking an even bigger sip and swallowing it. “But only if you actually let me kiss you. A forehead is just a tease. Stop learning from me, it’s frustrating,” he laughed heartily.
Desired effect achieved! Sebastian was rendered speechless. Who would have ever imagined that he could be the one to make him go mute?! Blaine felt like he won the Olympic Gold. Because who wouldn’t if they managed to tie Sebastian Smythe’s quicksilver tongue via using it against him! There had to be some achievement unlocked for pulling it off. Blaine could almost feel his self-confidence level up. That’s how great that felt! Falling back to sitting with the arches of his feet pressed against the edge of the cushion and his knees bent up–Blaine grinned a Cheshire Cat grin and sighed contentedly. “I – yeah,” he repeated back against the thrumming of his pulse. A small price to pay for victory.
Problematic Sebastian only let him relish in his glee for a handful of seconds. He watched Sebastian swallow the probably way so vintage that Blaine didn’t want to know the price tag of wine like water. Did he really make him that flustered? Turn around was fair play and he wasn’t going to let himself feel guilty or regretful or–okay–regretful might be something that quickly reared it’s head.
The absence of his wine glass was missed ten times over when he did a double take. Sebastian came back swinging from his lapse of speech and Blaine was the one who had his tongue stolen. Blinking–he rushed to catch up and didn’t care what potholes he stumbled across to get there. “I–wuh–you–,” and there were many apparently, “Then all your fun would be over, Sebastian. We both know you like taunting me far too much. If I did that? You might run out of ammo..” Was that even close to a good comeback??
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