7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME @inthequiver
(random roll: 12, Neck kiss)
“I didn’t think this would ever happen. I know that you… They’re expecting us..” Their mouths were so close and Blaine wasn’t sure when he leaned in this near but he had. He could blame the dark. Because there was no way he could judge the distance when he lifted his chin up to draw close enough that no one could hear them talk unless they had their ear pressed to the door. However, when he came to a stop? Blaine knew he was off his mark and their mouths were close enough that he could feel the dampness of Sebastian’s exhales on the wet of his own lips every time each warm puff danced across them. Pulling back would only prove Sebastian’s wrong opinions of him. That he was weak. Timid. Too afraid to be himself and only who and what everyone else expected him to be. Stepford-like. Remember?
So? He stayed put. Ignored how tight his stomach was getting. Ignored how gravity felt like it was pulling him in closer..closer..closer. “We…,” he wasn’t sure if he imagined the barest graze of his lips ghosting over the taller boy’s or if it happened. It was feather-light and barely there. Too much of an impossibility for Blaine to compute he might’ve let it happen until he caught himself with a hitch of breath and sharply tucked his chin down and…abruptly stopped. Against…something warm and velvet and thrumming with a pulse that wasn’t his..couldn’t be his. Because it was Sebastian’s.
The taste of Sebastian’s neck was much different than he thought it would be expected. Expected meaning the time it took them to finish their initial knee-jerk reaction to fate the dare ending up with their names (of all the names, why Sebastian’s?) being the ones David couldn’t hide the amusement dancing in his eyes as he announced them to the room. Not that he EVER thought about what it might taste like any other time. Because he didn’t. Wouldn’t. No way. What sort of idiot thinks those sorts of thoughts about someone who hates him as much as Sebastian does? (Blaine..Blaine’s that kind of idiot..but denial is a powerful coping mechanism). All the eyes in the room (most familiar and some not..) were glued to Blaine who was beet red so far down his collar that it disappeared underneath the crisp press of his shirt. Or to Sebastian. Who Blaine was sure was blaming him for their situation. Not that he had ANYTHING to do with it. But Sebastian probably wouldn’t see it that way. The door closed with a horror movie squeak slowness polished off by a deafening slide of a metal latch into it’s loop. Did he lock it? Or did Sebastian? Regardless, they were alone.. This was going to be the longest seven minutes of his life..
And that is how they ended up like…this. Blaine’s hand unsteadily rising up to blindly ball a fistful of Sebastian’s blazer right near his shoulder into his palm. His mouth opened..more skin..right there..to..graze the tip of his tongue over before pulling away far enough to whisper. “There… Now..now we don’t have to lie..or…,” his gaze flicked to the dim shimmer his mouth left on pale skin, “…Probably doesn’t count but.. Whatever. Sorry.”
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