Sebastian would rather Blaine didn’t ask anything at all. What COULD he say, anyway? You’re why. It wasn’t exactly Blaine’s fault. It’d never been his fault that Sebastian had just so STUPIDLY ──── No. It was a lot easier to forget it on the cock of some hot stranger, and when that didn’t cut it, on a succession of tequila shots. He couldn’t answer why he’d called Blaine, if he tried. He didn’t know why. Why would he torture himself that much? He’d always liked a little pain but that was just SAD. In a circus freak way. And he’d never pegged himself for that much of a masochist. That was always the thing, wasn’t it? Sebastian did always find someone, but that someone was never BLAINE, no matter how close he tried to cut it. No matter how much he searched for the little things on every attractive drunk stranger that crossed his way. The way he’d FELT ( and fuck him if he didn’t hate the word ) when he first set eyes on Blaine, he’d never been able to replicate. There wasn’t enough pot in the world to make him go that high it seemed, so pushing it out of his head seemed like the best second alternative. Sebastian’s mind was empty at the moment, however, sense only really starting to wake up more as the smell of caffeine started to fill the place. He’d just closed fingers around his precious box and as Blaine finished setting the coffee up, he was settled on the counter. He blinked lazily and ran a hand through his hair with a short yawn, as he offered Blaine the box, and didn’t pay much attention as he also stuffed his mouth until the former warbler outright MOANED around the dessert. He snorted, but the humor was cut dry by the sudden touch on his knee. He glanced down at the hand on him, then up again, suddenly aware of how close Blaine’d got when he wasn’t paying attention.
Eyes finally gathering their usual piercing attention back, Blaine’s touch a lot more effective as wake up call than a whole pot of coffee. His lips curled slowly in an amused smile that tried to cover up the rest, smarmy nose. “It’s what I’D do anyways.” He shrugged. Blaine didn’t have to know he’d never share a single eclair in that box with anyone else in the first place. He picked a second one and placed the box besides himself on the counter, open in offer, getting a bite and raising his eyebrows at Blaine’s next words. “Creepy, killer. But sure. As long as I get a question in return.” His wink implied the essence of the question he wanted. Despite the default joking, though, something in Blaine’s hazel eyes stirred his already upset stomach, and he pursed his lips behind his eclair as he hoped coffee would be up soon.
“Creepy,” Blaine’s face screwed up in a look of confusion as he continued to eat his eclair making careful not that the box was sat aside. Thus became an open invitation to have another if he so chose. And–face it–he probably would if only just to prolong the moment where he would have to come out with the question he sought permission to ask in the first place. “How is that creepy? I have a question. That’s all. Maybe you’re just as creepy for saying you get a turn too. So there.” He mocked a scoff and scrunched his nose up at the sleepy guy on the countertop. Make no mistake–his tongue jutted out in last ditch albeit a childish protest that he was the creepy one. With one final steamy poof–the coffee was set and he finally stepped far enough away from Sebastian that his hand dropped to his side. Coffee. Ah coffee. Bless you, coffee. For only for being the most wonderful liquid in existence but for being done so he had something else to busy himself with other than taunting Sebastian. Fun as it was? Sebastian always taunted back and Blaine wasn’t awake enough for them to play on even turf yet. Unlike his hung-over friend on the countertop? Blaine had a sleep schedule most of the time and b arely getting any the night before was going to take a few cups of something highly caffeinated to let his brain catch up enough to be an equal contender to Sebastian Smythe.
“You know? This is an extremely amazing feat to pull off with you barely having anything inside your pantry. We should take you grocery shopping for breakfasts that don’t come out of boxes delicious as they are.” Taking care to scrounge the kitchen for ingredients that he always heard Sebastian put into his coffee–except the liquor, Sebastian had enough liquor last night–Blaine hummed as he polished off the simple cream and sugar he put in his own once Sebastian’s was finished. Returning back to stand beside a set of long legs dangling from the counter–Sebastian’s cup was offered to him as Blaine took a sip from his own looking up at him over the rim of his mug as he tested the flavor. The ceramic was barely apart from his lips as he murmured… “Sorry. Mother Mode activated–I guess.” He cringed inwardly. Procrastinating eloquently could only last so long before he ended up going into lecture mode. With a sigh–hazel eyes lowered their gaze towards the half disappeared dark brown contents of his cup. “Sebastian? I know you were pretty far gone when you called me and that’s fine as long as you’re being safe. But,” he squinted up at him trying to find the courage to just ask. What if it was all a blur and Sebastian forgot? Was it awful Blaine felt a pain in his stomach at the idea he might have? Cruel as it might be considering where they were once Sebastian sobered up and the sun rose–there was something inside of Blaine that didn’t want him to forget. Maybe because it might’ve been the only time it’d ever happen. A kiss. Just a kiss. But one he could still feel if he closed his eyes. Yes. There was a huge amount of cruelty for wanting not just him to go back to being who they really are to each other the next day without that phantom lingering in the back of his mind. But he had to know.
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