The way Blaine stuttered was somehow so attractive, like he was nervous from admitting to feeling the same. At least that is what Sebastian convinced himself to be true. A small side smirk grows on his face. “ Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it’s just that you don’t know what to say—- “ Holding his cell phone between his shoulder && his ear, he reaches to slip off his hoodie, only to leave Sebastian in a tank top. If asked, he would claim that he had done this before, or that he was immensely experienced in the art of phone sex. But the truth was that he was new to this. Sebastian could use his smooth way with words to his advantage to make it seem as if he was an expert.
All he knew was that he couldn’t get his hopes up yet. Sebastian often used his sex appeal as his worth due to others never appreciating anything else about him, && he was afraid that he was way in over his head. Maybe Blaine would refuse && hang up, never talk to him again. But none the less, desire ran high on this night in particular && he didn’t allow his head to trail too far off before he was speaking into the phone again. The same purred tone of lust that he had an ability to naturally display. “ You don’t have to say anything, Blaine. Just think about how badly I want to hear you moan my name && we can start from there… “
After the dawning realization of the real reason why Sebastian was on the other end of the line purring into his ear hit home, Blaine felt his stomach tie in knots and he’d be lying if he said it was in an unpleasant way. He tried so hard not to let the sound of his next breath leaving him in a groan make it past the fist he’d balled up and put between his mouth and the phone. They talked about this. Blaine warned him that this conversation would never happen. Yet, days later..here they were. He should have known better. Maybe part of him did. That part that made his limbs tingle and a heat pool in his stomach. Both of which he tried his damnedest to ignore as he scooted around on the bed inching towards the edge. One foot touched down on the floor and came to a stop. “No, I don’t..I..” His toes lifted up, his leg bent back and he froze in place as a shudder ran up his spine. “We talked about this,” his throat was so dry that he had to lick his lips and the roof of his mouth before he could fully speak. “I told you I can’t,” his rushed whisper was a borderline plea.
The problem? He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. Not as his brain spun in a whirl and he felt the sheets against his neck and the backs of his arms before he realized he’d laid back down again. Where did the last ten seconds go? They were wrapped up in Sebastian’s voice as he drew a whimper from Blaine that no hand could muffle.
A pained expression shut his eyes tight as he tried to forget about feeling every word Sebastian whispered when so much of him ached to listen. He tightened his grip on the phone with one hand and palmed over his mouth with the other. Where were his wits now that he needed a comeback to stop this before it got out of control? One pause, one breath. Or press of his finger and he could shut this down. Which was exactly what he needed to do. He almost did. Almost didn’t count the groan that escaped came out unfiltered. Blaine pressed his hips back against the mattress as one part of him that was heard in the way he spoke said even if he whispered, “You do realize what you’re asking me? That I won’t be able to take this back,” was nothing but an obvious disclaimer. A way for the side of him that knew this should stop to voice one last flimsy protest against the other half that had him grabbing a fistful of his shirt. A reaction that exposed a burning strip of skin above his waistband to cool it off. It, also, meant he was clinging onto his phone and to the voice on the other end of the line. Maybe just long enough to hear, just once, the opposite of what Sebastian’s request–his name moaned from Sebastian’s mouth–might sound like. If he kept control? It wasn’t going past the point he couldn’t take it back. Not yet.
A mountain climb of emotions happened all too fast. The moment he heard the confession leave Blaine’s lips, the confession that he had feelings too, it was like he was finally hearing something he had been waiting months ( Even YEARS ) to hear. Something he always had high hopes of. He had never given up on Blaine, even if his only choice left was being with another guy to make him jealous. Whether the tactic was devious or not, all of it was still just for Blaine. Sebastian was a boy who knew how to speak the language but couldn’t quite play the part. Love made him ruthless. Long ago, his determination to show his love went so far that his actual love interest ended up with an eye injury. Determination only lead to destruction for him, he was reckless to what was acceptable. It was like he always forced himself to believe that Blaine did like him back but the self-doubt in the back of his mind, where his dark side lies, told him that he could never be loved. Eyes were now drowning in a relieved glaze, knowing that the attraction was mutual. His stare was begging for further interaction from Blaine. He couldn’t loose him now. Never.
There was a moment where he just wanted to make up, he wanted to tell Blaine everything he never could. All of the scattered thoughts that ran through his mind. How Hunter had never been of his true interest. How what he really wanted was for their hands to stay locked forever. But before the moment of truth could last too long, Blaine was getting up && walking out the door. An irritated sigh leaves his lips, eyebrows slanting down in a worry && lip quivering just a bit. Never had he shown this raw version of himself before. But now he couldn’t hold it back. Why the hell was Blaine leaving? “ No—— don’t go. Stay. “ Voice goes from a cracked whimper to a demand. Sebastian raises from his seat, standing in place for a moment. He could cry, he could pout about how he would never get the boy. But after all of this vulnerability, the fire of determination began to roar in his system again. A gleam of hope && sudden ideas. As if passion was dragging him to meet the body of Blaine from across the way. Blaine couldn’t be let off the hook this fast. Sebastian Smythe had his game face back on. With a few long, swift steps, Sebastian storms to catch Blaine. He didn’t speak, only yelled with his eyes. Grabbing him by the collar, he instantly pulls him in && presses his lips to Blaine’s as the other was in mid-sentence. The kiss was hard, filled with desire && an ultimate storm of passion. An act of inner feelings that had been long overdue in Sebastian’s opinion.
Each toe to heel step backwards felt like it landed on a crack that kept breaking his heart into smaller pieces. His intention in coming back to Dalton was to rattle some sense back into Sebastian. Make him rethink the path he was on if he kept up with the insane idea that Hunter was worth his attention. Not to shake them both so deep that they were confessing secrets that weren’t supposed to see the light of day. Poor timing, remember? Tonight’s wasn’t any better. He opened his mouth and said too much. He was still a wreck after what he did to the relationship he would’ve sworn on his life would last forever. Losing someone else wasn’t an option. Stepping through the door earlier was his attempt at stopping that. Saying things he couldn’t take back? That he had feelings for someone who, obviously, waited so long to hear he did? No, that wasn’t part of the plan. Not at all. Leaving Sebastian in the state he put him in hurt deeply. Weighing the options? This hurt? Or the hurt he could put him through if he stayed and they kept talking? Better to cut his losses now than to ruin someone that was more important to him than Sebastian may realize.
Then Sebastian changed. The expression on his face shifted. From quivering lips to a narrow-eyed determination as the taller boy rose that had Blaine defensively waving his hands in the open space in front of his chest that was soon to be cut to nothing. His feet obeyed the demand when his mind told him to keep going. To turn around and run before it was too late and they made worse mistakes. Sebastian stalked towards him fueled by a burning bright
fire. Hot enough for Blaine to notice the green in his eyes was ablaze. He’d lie and deny that his body reacted to it. A pull that danced through his veins sparked with electricity and want. He felt like he was breathing under water when he tried a swallow to loosen the knot in his throat and failed. “You know I should walk away before–.” Sebastian grabbed his collar. Blaine’s hands pressed firmly against his chest and that current flowing through Sebastian jumped between them and ran up his arms shutting his voice down so his lips hung open until– Their mouths met and the solid push he angled his hands to separate them became a desperate clutch of starched white cotton and a bit of Sebastian’s tie. Shocked eyes screamed a protest that died off in perfect synchronicity with his knees going so weak that he had to wrap both arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and lock his right hand around his left wrist to keep standing. Shouldn’t exploded into I want you. His hands gripped stronger to keep from shaking.
Blaine kissed him back after that. Tripping to catch up to the passion flowing from Sebastian’s mouth against his but gaining ground the longer it lasted.
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