are you for real?

The chest touches and hair strokes had Sebastian quickly melting under Blaine’s fingertips already, though he’d never admit it. This felt good. Mhm. He liked this. Yes, Sebastian was truly sorry and now he just wanted Blaine’s attention back. Perhaps we was a little bit too harsh and snarky for it to be considered humorous. But Sebastian totally didn’t have a filter when it came to that stuff! All he could do now is use his sweet, cuddly charm to win his boyfriend back to no reading. In fact he silently demanded it with the way he begged with his eyes and rubbed a thumb on Blaine’s cheek. ❝Me? A brat? No, I’m being sweet…❞ he insists with a pout to his bottom lip. He attempts to get his head closer on Blaine’s lap, headbutting the iPad out of the way just a little. ❝Choose me, not reading. P-p…pl…❞ Dammit he was trying to spit out the P word with all his effort but he just hated saying that word! He had to be strong for the sake of his boyfriend. He must. 

❝…..P-please…?❞ he asks sweetly, holding back the cringe that wanted to make apparent on his face. Ouch, that one stung. But he truly wants to be sweet and nice! He needs to! These hair strokes feel too good!

The thumb against his skin made Blaine’s belly fill with butterflies because there was never a time in their relationship where a touch so soft ever didn’t do that.  No.  Sebastian was using his weakness against him and Blaine licked his lips, pressed them together and plastered his poker face back on.  Biting back the urge to burst into a chuckle at Sebastian’s inching around on his lap trying to get his head between him and his iPad was almost an insurmountable task.  He sighed heavily and sat his reading material to the side when the overgrown manchild bumped his head insistently against it and rolled his eyes with a grunt trying to pretend he was beyond exasperated.  “Really, Sebastian.  You’re about as bad as a five year old with too much sugar and a terrible innocent act.  So, yes.  You are a brat..” Watching Sebastian work through saying the word please killed any willpower he had left to keep from laughing.  Blaine nodded slowly trying to encourage him as his lips twitched at their corners.  Once The Word was put out into the universe from his other half–Blaine’s head fell back against the bar of the sofa as laughter made his entire body shake.  “Oh my God, that looked painful!  Why is it so hard for you to say please?  Poor thing.  Do you need a hug?  Was it that bad,” he lifted his head to pout down the jerk who was just insulting him five minutes ago and was now going for the Olympic Gold in Hamming It Up.