barely breathing.

It was moments like these that Sebastian wished he had his entire house under surveillance. Being able to replay that look of complete shock was absolutely priceless. It only got better when Blaine looked as though he were trying to eat some air. “C’mon, you can use your words. I’ll only bite if you ask.” Rare form. That’s what Sebastian was in. He was normally flirty but he was just way too good tonight. Getting that reaction had his ego through the fucking roof at this point. 

The finger on Blaine’s knee slowly circled further and further up mindlessly. Sebastian’s gaze didn’t leave Blaine’s. “Can’t what?” he whispered to him. His teeth bit down on his lip while the rest of the distance was closed between them. “Me? I’ve had plenty of wine.” Sebastian was the closest to Blaine that he had ever really been. “I love leaving you breathless, Blaine Warbler.” His voice was as rough as gravel, and incredibly low. He was going to go for it.

One hand curled around the back of Blaine’s neck and the other rested on his cheek as he leaned in to deliver a kiss upon those infamous lips.

Sebastian was only making this worse.  Blaine’s hand fell from it’s fruitless swipes and pawing for his glass.  Instead, it joined the other wrapped around ankles made bare by the tucked up cuffs of his pants legs.  “Well.  I’m not asking,” he was trying so hard to talk that his brows furrowed together from the effort, “so keep your teeth to yourself.”  God, he could feel the pride rolling off Sebastian.  He was getting his kicks for this!  Completely unfair!  Completely mean. Completely—Sebastian Smythe in a nutshell.

There was a faint sound that Blaine heard rather than acknowledge that he was the one who made it.  A muffled simpering whimper caused by the finger moving up his knee.  It laced an invisible tether through him that coiled around his center of gravity and gave it hard spin so fast that his brain felt like it was on a Tilt-A-Whirl and no one was shutting the ride off.  Sebastian was so close and he knew he shouldn’t have let his feet move apart to make room for the body moving between them and nudging his calves away from one another to fit. They did it on their own and Sebastian was there.  Closer than ever.  Wine scented breath tasting of grapes and oak barrels and a flavor Blaine couldn’t pin down.  Heavily lidded eyes flicked a glance from glistening lips upwards at the whisper of his name.  Both of them.

The touches kept Blaine from leaning backwards, luring him in instead. When their lips touched–his eyes went their widest.  Fingers dug into the couch and if he wasn’t sunk before?   A groan took the last of his air as he went under.

you had me at into the woods.

“I know. That’s why I said it,” he laughed to himself. Sebastian was really getting his jabs in tonight. It was a fun time though. He was hoping he didn’t cross the line too much. Since when did Sebastian ever really care about the consequences of crossing the line? “Pancit and chicken? Damn, Blaine. You’re making me want to not break all the rules tonight. I don’t know how much of being a good boy I can take when I’m just oh so bad.”

“Have any ideas what our first duet should be? I personally think ‘Agony’ from Into the Woods would be a cute little number. Y’know, Disney Prince and all,” Sebastian offered up. Sebastian was in the process of seasoning the steaks as the oil in the pan heated up. “Shallots? Blaine, you’ve never seen shallots? I mean, I just call them ugly onions but yeah. I’ve got a huge world to show you, don’t I?” Sebastian took the well seasoned steaks and put them onto the skillet for cooking. The sizzling was music to his ears as he began to prepare some various veggies for the sauce. “Wanna be a doll and grab me out a bottle of red wine. It should say Leroy on it.” Sebastian’s hands were quickly wiped clean as he played some soft music on his phone. 

A curious bob to the left and an even more curious lean to the right had him darting around Sebastian to watch what he was doing.  He’d offer to help but Sebastian knew what he was doing and he didn’t want to get in the way.  PS? He probably already was in the way with how close he was getting but Sebastian was taller than him–no comments, please?–and trying to see around him was difficult, okay?  “Agony,” he laughed at the choice of a song and a delicate grip to Sebastian’s arm steadied his footing.  “That’s perfect.  I didn’t strike you as a Sondheim fan.  Color me impressed.”

“I’ve seen shallots cooked.  Not like that.  Thank you.  I’m not completely clueless in the kitchen,” his lips pressed together and curved into a gentle smile.  “Maybe you do.  Likewise.  If you’ve never had proper noodles.”  Sebastian wanted wine?  “Sure,” he didn’t ask if he was distracting him by sending him on a wine run.  He probably was getting tired of Blaine’s hovering and he wanted to help in some fashion.  If grabbing a bottle of wine was all he could do?  That’d work. He turned to glance around and found a small wine rack built into the wall.  Letting his hand fall to his side as he pulled away–he crossed over and gently pulled the dark green bottle out from the others after a few tries to find the one Sebastian was asking for.   “Found it.  By the amount of dust on the bottle–should I send your parents half the cost?  Or are you going to pretend you had no idea what happened to it?”

—what?

“Let’s get one thing straight, Blaine. It’s no secret that I want you. Literally, if I could, I’d have you face down, ass up in my bed right now. No joke, I’d literally have that ass sitting on my face like a mud mask. But I can’t. And that’s besides the point. So don’t play so coy and act like a little makeout sesh with me isn’t something you haven’t thought over at least a few times late at night when you’re trying to go to sleep but just can’t quite turn that cute, gelled brain of yours off.” Sebastian’s confidence came back screaming, louder than ever. Having to recover from that brief moment was a bit rough though. Blaine would probably hold this one over on him forever. 

Sebastian reached to pour a little more wine into his glass, setting it close to Blaine. On both hands and knees he crawled slightly over. Resting up on his knees he ran a finger over Blaine’s knee so very slightly. “Not to mention your lips felt quite soft. I’ve gotta cross check ‘em with mine.” Sebastian wanted nothing more than to lean in and take one off him. Blaine really got him revved up. A talent to be had.

If Blaine’s jaw could touch the floor?  That’s exactly where it’d be.  Hell, it was halfway there by the end of that small rant.  –Face down–ass–oh my God.  MUD MASK?–  What was he supposed to TRY to say to that?  Sitting there in a little ball with a face changing from red to redder to reddest lava lamp style only made things worse because what the HECK could he find to fidget with?  The answer?  Not a dang thing, that’s what.  All he could do was make a fish out of water motion with his mouth where there were supposed to be words coming out and only small noises were made instead.  Speechless.  Blaine was speechless and his attack on Sebastian that was a triumphant win was gone at such a breakneck speed–he was still suffering from the whiplash. Why didn’t he see this coming?  He should know better by now.  

He was knocked for a loop.  One that had him holding onto his own ankles as a means of coming back down to Earth as Sebastian crawled towards him.  The touch to his knee sent an electrical current over his skin from how light but oh-so-breathtaking it was.  –You did that on purpose.–  “C-Cant,” but his gaze towards Sebastian’s lips when he pointed them out darkened the hazel to the point that the gold and green in them seemed to be caught up in the whirlwind of a storm.  He licked his own and slowly reached one hand towards the wine glass but came nowhere near grabbing it.  They clutched at the air instead. “Thirsty–.  Aren’t you?  Wow.  Could use a drink,” he whispered and forgot where he was staring until he tore that gaze away right into a set of green eyes dangerously close.  “Can’t breathe..,” he mumbled so low it was like a confession spoken through tiny screens in hushed whispers on Sunday morning.

i heard what you did there.

Sebastian knew he could get a blush out of Blaine without really trying. It was entertaining, and highly gratifying to get that bashful look going. Although, Sebastian hadn’t always had such a menacing and taunting nature. As a kid, he used to be quite polite and very well mannered. Through some unfortunate circumstances he became a much colder person. To him, the world was a competition and he refused to lose. Although, he didn’t quite get that same feeling from Blaine. Blaine was so incredibly genuine. Sebastian was very well aware of who he was. He didn’t quite understand why someone so good would hang out or even stomach someone who could become so incredibly toxic at the drop of a hat. It wasn’t something he would outwardly question out of fear of rejection, or losing a friend. 

Sebastian halted in his very tracks and looked back at Blaine rather incredulously. “I’m quite offended you would even say that. It’s not like the French language dominates the cooking world and many great recipes originate from us. But you know, I’m interested to see how Filipino tastes in comparison. I’ve always wanted to taste a Filipino… dish,” he prodded him back with his words. “Plus, there’s nothing bland about being the best, Blaine.” Stepping into the kitchen he began to pull out what was left of food preparations. In case Blaine did want to cook, he had the filet mignon ready to go. “Noted. And I generally keep them in my satchel which is upstairs,” he mindlessly said as he rifled through cabinets to find aprons. “Maybe we can even do a song together for the hell of it.”

Blaine fumbled to a stop–mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared up at Sebastian at the sudden way they both came to a jarring halt.  Did he offend him for real?  That was so not his intention.  There was an apology on the tip of his tongue when it came off like he might actually have.  Until–Yep.  There it was.  The verbal poke to his ribs back that left Blaine shaking his head and wondering how he ever thought playfully picking on French cuisine would be enough to truly push Sebastian too far.  Sebastian managed to walk quite a ways off with Blaine standing–fists on his hips and that owlish stare blinking at his back–until he tossed a roll of his eyes towards the ceiling and hurried to catch up.  Both physically and witfully.

“You know.  You’re right,” and he didn’t even touch the whole Filipino dish prod, “There is nothing bland about being the best, Sebastian.”  He wished that hearing his name from Sebastian’s lips didn’t make him echoing Sebastian’s back come from a tight throat but it did.  “That’s why pancit and chicken will always beat boring steak by yards if you ask me.  But–hey–what do I know? You haven’t even tried it.  If you play nice, I’ll invite you over and cook some.  Until then,” he bowed with a wave of his hand towards the steaks laid out on the counter.  “Steak it is.”  Skirting up to stand beside him–Blaine’s fingers gripped the edge of the sink and he leaned around Sebastian’s arm to watch was he was doing.  “I’d love to sing. We haven’t yet.  Not really.  It’d be fun.  And–what–,” he pointed at some ingredient that he’d never seen before, “is that?”

cat got your tongue?

Sebastian’s freckled skin was naturally rosy from the amount of wine he had consumed. It was sip after sip, unrelenting. His hair was a mess, and his clothes hung off his thin frame. By his own standards he was an absolute mess of a boy right now. He didn’t mind it with Blaine’s company though. Heavy handed and overly sexual compliments were even more of his forte the more he drank. The windows were open and allowed a slight breeze to roll through, often rustling his hair ever so slightly. On his skin it felt blissful. The sounds of nature filled his ear with backing for this moment shared between the two.

“Well, I’ll gla-” Sebastian’s head shook, eyes closing momentarily. Upon opening them Blaine was incredibly close to him. If Sebastian didn’t make the first move then was it even real? Holy shit! Going with the moment presented, his eyes slowly closed instinctively as his lip opened slightly in order to kiss Blaine. Confusion was an understatement for what Sebastian felt when Blaine’s lips connected to his forehead. Speechless again. “I – yeah,” he said with surprise. Unfolding his legs he reached for his glass of wine, taking an even bigger sip and swallowing it. “But only if you actually let me kiss you. A forehead is just a tease. Stop learning from me, it’s frustrating,” he laughed heartily. 

Desired effect achieved!  Sebastian was rendered speechless.  Who would have ever imagined that he could be the one to make him go mute?!  Blaine felt like he won the Olympic Gold. Because who wouldn’t if they managed to tie Sebastian Smythe’s quicksilver tongue via using it against him!  There had to be some achievement unlocked for pulling it off.  Blaine could almost feel his self-confidence level up.  That’s how great that felt!  Falling back to sitting with the arches of his feet pressed against the edge of the cushion and his knees bent up–Blaine grinned a Cheshire Cat grin and sighed contentedly.  “I – yeah,” he repeated back against the thrumming of his pulse.  A small price to pay for victory.

Problematic Sebastian only let him relish in his glee for a handful of seconds.  He watched Sebastian swallow the probably way so vintage that Blaine didn’t want to know the price tag of wine like water.  Did he really make him that flustered?  Turn around was fair play and he wasn’t going to let himself feel guilty or regretful or–okay–regretful might be something that quickly reared it’s head.  

The absence of his wine glass was missed ten times over when he did a double take.  Sebastian came back swinging from his lapse of speech and Blaine was the one who had his tongue stolen. Blinking–he rushed to catch up and didn’t care what potholes he stumbled across to get there.  “I–wuh–you–,” and there were many apparently, “Then all your fun would be over, Sebastian.  We both know you like taunting me far too much.  If I did that? You might run out of ammo..”  Was that even close to a good comeback??