( mssg » blaine | sent ) Hm, okay, I’ll think the whole way home about what I want to use with the paisley tie. Maybe i’ll ask that guy that usually camps out on the subway, he usually has pretty interesting suggestions. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Why, Blaine, I automatically love that idea. How about this, since i’m sure that no one will be home for awhile, you meet me at the door, and we leave a little trail of clothes. I expect you to thoroughly test my voice out.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You’re going to get suggestions from the weird homeless guy who lives on the subway? I don’t know whether or not to be confused or scared or laugh. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) …. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I hope you know my goal to see what new notes we can make you hit is now my major focus for the evening. Hope you don’t mind. 😉
Sebastian was in bliss. Something about this scared him too. His encounters were never like this. In fact, he hadn’t felt this type of connection even with past boyfriends. He wanted Blaine so incredibly bad in that moment that it honestly freaked him out. The emotions swirling in his head were suppressed with every thrust, every kiss, and every taste of Blaine’s sweet skin. He could keep this up all night, and them some.
But alas, everything came to a stop. Some abruptly before others. When he heard Blaine’s words he let out a highly irritated huff and pulled away to look at him. His eyes were no longer dark with sexuality, but with frustration. “Oh, so coming over wasn’t when you realized that maybe this was the tiniest bit compromising? Or was it the thoughts of me literally balls deep inside of you or the dry humping that made you think “Gee, I’ll stop now and give Sebastian Smythe the WORST case of blue balls?” he pulled away from Blaine and stood up. His voice was incredibly flat with that rant. “I knew I shouldn’t have invited you over. That was such a mistake.”
Grabbing the bottle of wine and the glasses he mindlessly began to put them away. “And if you want I can escort you out. I don’t know if you’d be able to find your way. I’d hate for you to get confused about all the different exits from this house and not be able to choose.” A pained smile was stuck on his face. His eyes were narrowed and he was trying not to show his frustration. And so, he would talk quite a lot.
“It’s time for you to leave, Blaine. Hopefully you didn’t have too much wine.” The expression faded away into Sebastian’s calm and cold arrogance. Whatever frustration he had melted away in the presence of a new demeanor. Walking towards the door he opened it. Pulling out his phone he opened it, and the first thing he went to was Grindr while Blaine remained close by. The sound of notifactions rang. Sebastian hadn’t been on it all day when he knew Blaine was coming over.
“Would you look at that? Seems I’ve found someone who’ll pick up where you left off. And get this, they’re not even 2000 feet away. Glad to know my night wasn’t completely wasted.”
When everything came to a sudden stop–Blaine was left panting for air he didn’t know he wasn’t getting enough of until his burning lungs reminded him. Half lidded eyes opened in a darting flutter underneath a set of crinkled eyebrows that were already repeating Blaine’s apology before he had a chance to speak. He was on the verge when the darkened stare he saw was suddenly a whole lot less intense and wanting and a whole lot more frustrated. Blaine felt immediately more guilty for letting them get this far. –It never should have happened.–
A good chunk of that regret fell as fast as the nose cart of a rollercoaster over the first hill. The dip and swerve Blaine felt following Sebastian’s words made his fingers shake as he buttoned up his pants and zipped them so quick he almost got his boxer briefs in the metal. The ache shifted from between his legs to his stomach. Stuttered words were muted with a press of his lips tightly together. He was on his feet in a sharp motion, pulling down his shirt and refusing to look at his “friend” as he kicked him out and offered him to show him the way.
“I got it–I can figure out where a door is–.” Sebastian was there anyway–leading him where he didn’t need to be lead because? Who forgets where the front door of a house is?
Shock tinted Blaine’s expression. Flushed cheeks lost their color, his mouth dropped and he couldn’t believe the sudden flip of the other’s demeanor and still felt the whiplash. Sebastian was taunting him? –How could I have done this? Period. Much less with someone like–you?– His own anger, at himself and Sebastian and this, burst inside his veins.
Mindless actions for a brain not thinking clearly had the brunt of his palm shoving Sebastian back away from the door and knocking more distance between them. “While you’re at it,” he glared up at him, “Since you have your phone? Delete my number and I’ll do the same. Good. Bye. Sebastian. And good luck. I hope you have a lovely time with whoever.” Saying not another word–Blaine stepped through the threshold so he could get the hell out of here and try to put this night and that boy behind him.
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“Well, that was really nice of ya to be worried about Sam. His parents definitely would have freaked if they knew he’d gotten drunk.” Puck grinned when Blaine thanked him for the compliment about singing. He could tell it meant a lot to Blaine. “Well thank god you aren’t going to dish dirt on us evil New Directioners!” he replied with a laugh. “Honestly though, other than the fact that we like to drink, is there anything worth mentioning?”
“Thanks, dude. I try to be nice. Ya should have seen me last year. I’m a lot better now.” Puck smirked at what Blaine had to say about him joining New Directions. “So, maybe you’re right…but if I admit that you are, I’d have to kill ya. You’re too cool to kill though, so we’ll just leave it at that.” He chuckled, flashing a cheesy grin at the other male. “Knowing Kurt, I’m sure he’s told you that I like the ladies. Probably more than I should. If you ever need any sex tips, I’m your guy.” He stopped talking for a moment as something dawned on him. “Though, you’re gay, so I probably won’t be much help. Before tonight, I’d never even kissed a guy.” Had he really just said this out loud? Yup. Time to move on. “Like you, I also like comic books. I geek out over them, but that’s just between you and me, okay? I got a reputation to uphold and being a nerd clashes with my image,” he admitted. “Hmm, what else?” He scanned the room, in an attempt to think of something else to say. A smile formed on his face when he noticed a guitar pick that had somehow ended up on the living room floor. “I like to play the guitar. Sam, Finn, and I have these jam sessions sometimes. Sam and I play guitar while Finn plays the drums. It’s really fun. You should join us sometime. You play the…piano, right? I vaguely remember Kurt mentioning that.” It was amazing that he remembered this because most of the time when Hummel talked, he zoned out. He did this a lot though, so if Kurt ever found out, he hoped he wouldn’t take it personally.
“I can imagine how you were just by the stories I’ve heard,” Blaine cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. Did that come off cocky? “I mean–. Before you turned a new leaf,” his voice picked up at the incredibly old fashioned way he put Puck’s change of attitude. Namely–you know–towards Kurt. Especially for the reasons why they all treated his friend like the perpetual outsider that none of them were comfortable being around for no other reason than–well–the obvious. At least they all seemed to see where they went wrong. “I don’t know–Santana breaking down crying every time she gets two drinks in her might be heavy ammunition if we want to take out one of your key players,” he mused with a soft hum, “Even though you guys don’t realize she is one.”
Before tonight Puck “never even kissed a guy”? Blaine’s expression screwed up with a curious squint and he looked like he was about to say something. Both of them were currently seeking outs–if Puck gave him a chance to change the subject? He’d give Puck one, too. But that certainly was an odd way to put it. Or it might’ve just been the tone Puck used. Oh! Right! Comic books were a great topic! “Don’t worry. Your secret is completely safe with me.” Twice in a row he promised to keep something potentially damaging to Puck’s Lady Killer reputation underwraps. First one being his own fault and he still felt guilty for what he did. Drunken mistake excuses only go so far. The other? That one was much safer. Who doesn’t love comic books? “You play guitar? I’d love to hear you sometime.” Surprise rushed a faint tint of color to his cheeks and lit up his face with a smile. He was invited to a jam session? Seriously? “T-That’d be great. His head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod. “I’d love to. Piano’s my favorite, yeah. Anytime. Just let me know when and I’m there.” Hazel peered into dark brown thoughtfully. The look lasted too long by the time he ducked his head down and toyed with the bunched up wrinkles of his pants where his knees were bent so he could tuck his legs underneath himself. “Puck? Thanks. For not freaking out and never wanting to talk to me again. I really like you guys. A lot. I–Thanks. That’s all.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You kicked the wall?! Seriously Blaine, if it’s ever going to be important when I need to tell you something, i’ll call you, promise. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) 😉 😉 😉 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) That was part of the plan. Enjoy it? I figured that you might want that, it’s been awhile since we did anything. I figured maybe we could play some Maroon 5, get on Skype, and we could make up for some time?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It was in the way and I was too busy staring at a certain /something/ on my phone! Okay, okay. I know. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Did I enjoy it? Yes! You’ve mastered sweetly thoughtful sexy. I didn’t even know that was a thing til just now. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt? With a pitch like that and the picture? Let me grab my laptop and I’m all yours. How could I possibly say no? 😉 😉 😉
Sebastian pulled back, but only momentarily. The heat of the moment took over and he leaned his body away to pull the shirt off his skin. It raised over revealing his torso, and then chest, and all of his skin from the waist up. On his back he felt the intense heat of the fireplace. Sweat dribbled off his freckled skin even moreso now. With a heavy press against Blaine’s lips his tongue dared further. Slinking its way into his mouth he ran it along his. Sebastian’s tongue snaked in deeply while he rolled his hips back and forth.
Within his pants, Sebastian was rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to have Blaine naked on him. “Blaine…” He whispered onto his plump lips. His fingers quickly rolled up Blaine’s shirt. Sebastian moaned onto Blaine’s olive skin. His tongue swirled around his nipple and tasted the salty taste of sweat on his warm body. Further and further down, his mouth moved. Upon reaching his naval, Seb’s tongue dipped down. The feeling of Blaine’s fingers in his hair got him going.
Both hands reached down to his sides to pick up the tense legs and put them over his shoulder. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to have his head in between those legs. Pulling away on his pants he began to slowly remove them.
“I need to know that you want this,” he spoke lowly. He was ready to give him everything.
Blaine was pulled from his haze momentarily as Sebastian leaned back. Rapid blinks and a faint groan of protest came so desperate and needy it was hard to wrap his brain around the fact that he could even sound like that. Before his eyes opened completely–Blaine covered his mouth with his palm. Thank God he did. Sebastian was shirtless by the time Blaine focused on him. The sight was enough to steal his breath and make him moan.
There was no time to recover. Not when Sebastian leaned in–his hand moved to Sebastian’s cheek–and the warm wet of Sebastian’s tongue slid into his mouth to touch and glide with his. Rolling hips matched Sebastian’s movements when his restraint left. He felt Sebastian’s firmness, knew he was just as worse for wear and his face lit up red. If he could feel Sebastian? Sebastian could feel him. “Sebastian,” he mewled between their mouths. “Sebastian!” Quietness was torn into a sharp cry as Blaine’s body jerked and his fingers scratched Sebastian’s scalp renewing the tightness his fists gripped his hair feeling the heat of the other’s tongue on his skin. Oh! That was new. And he liked it.
The pull and bursting tug of want moving down his thighs pressed him so tight against his pants that it hurt. But then–with the tug and his hips lifting towards it? Sebastian’s whisper caught up and his gut instinct was to sob how much he wanted this. Not having it felt like it would break him into pieces but– if he didn’t stop now– it would be too late. Later than this already was.. He choked, gasping for air and forced his hips back against the couch to put inches of space between them.
“Can’t.. I can’t. We need–.” Teeth gnashed together and he tugged lightly up on Sebastian’s hair to get his attention. “We need to stop,” he sounded like he was about ready to physically shatter at the thought. But. They had to. “I’m sorry..”
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