all kinds of nope. meme continuation.

Ending up with his face in Sebastian’s lap takes all of about thirty five minutes of being tortuously forced to watch a movie he wasn’t overly thrilled about starting in the first place. How anyone could love watching people being brutally murdered in every way possible was a thing that Blaine never understood the appeal of.  Scary movies were okay.  If he was on the mood–which was rare.  But the gory ones?  Not so much.  Sebastian still gets Hostel thrown at him, three years after the horrific experience, whenever he tries to turn down a classic or musical that Blaine suggests.  And knows Sebastian enjoys but hates admitting to and would rather pout over.  “I know,” he grumbles with a stare out of one eye up Sebastian’s torso before he turns back into his fiance’s lap, “but I’m not moving.”  He backs up his protest by wrapping his arms around the leg closest to him and burying his face deeper.  “Why’d I agree to no lights on top of this,” he mumbled–muffled against Sebastian’s hip.