The kiss to the corner of his mouth causes Sebastian to feel a WARMTH all through his body. The relationship they had was like no other, and in times like this where every small gesture of affection means EVERYTHING, he can’t help but stop and smile as he stares down at Blaine. Beautiful hazel eyes. He is everything he could ever ask for in a lover and MORE. Blaine stops time for him. Every time he looks at him it’s still a shock and a loss for air. Here he is as his dom but yet he’s becoming weak from just looking at him. The only lover he would ever and has ever wanted. They belonged to each other but in times like this? Blaine was HIS. His sub that he held so close to his heart. Looking down at the way his lover is clinging to him, Sebastian’s smile turns into a grin. ❝ Does my good boy want to earn a reward? ❞ he grins, humming and pulling at Blaine’s collar lightly so he can press a KISS to his lips and move kisses from his lips to his jawline. ❝ Rewards require well-behaved actions, Blaine. Are you going to show me how well-behaved you are?? ❞
Not close enough. Sebastian was still too far away. And when they both notice–because Blaine’s gaze follows his Sir’s no matter where it might go–that Blaine’s hands are held tight to Sebastian’s leg? He barely has time to inch closer before the question parts his lips to breathe out a quiet groan. “Yes. Please Let me,” he pleads around the tug that brings his thigh pressed to his Sir’s and a desperate grip shifts from legs to shoulders where he can uncurl his fingers just enough that their tips graze over the nape of a pale throat. Every kiss is savored. They taste like the the last ghosts of wine and chocolate strawberries they had for dessert and mint toothpaste that pleasantly mixes into the flavor. Fingernails pinch into warm skin as the kisses move along his jaw but he fights the want to stay still do they don’t stop to nod and pull back far enough that their eyes can meet again. Blown pupils stare into his Sir’s and he licks his lips. “I’ll show you..” Without any further prompting needed–Blaine moves along the edge of the bed. Once there, the carpet is rough and nothing like the rugs at home against his knees but it’ll do. A brow quirks up in silent question. Was this on the road to well-behaved enough?
❝ Maybe so – but either way it doesn’t even matter anymore because you’re becoming mine as we speak, baby. ❞ he replies with voice full of a deep CRAVING, eyes on fire as a hand reaches to caress up Blaine’s shoulder and on his neck. Fingers wrapping around olive skin that was missing a collar on it (not for long). The mere TEASE of a choke but he doesn’t add any pressure. Sebastian leans in and he’s pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek before the leather is moving from his one hand to being tightened and buckled around his lover’s neck. The exact amount of tightness that he knows he likes. Sebastian looks him over with the collar now on his neck and GRINS at him. He’s just so incredibly beautiful and there will never be a day where Sebastian finds himself becoming immune to it. Seeing his fiance fall into sub space was always an amazing experience. ❝ Mmm, there we go. There’s my collared little sub. ❞
Brilliantly bright golden hazel eyes blink owlishly as he bows his chin down in a nod of understanding and giving in. In moments like this–Sebastian’s voice can fill up the entire room. Echo around him thick enough that he can feel the weight of it in the air. Blaine can’t argue the opposite. He’s falling and he’s more than fine with that. Because no matter how far he goes–Sebastian’s always there guiding his way down and then back to the surface again. The blaze in Sebastian’s eyes makes Blaine’s stomach tighten and he drops his shoulders to bare more of his neck for the teasing caress that turns into a hold he waits to feel tighten. When it eases instead–his lips purse and then go slack. Eyelids heavy as the collar is put in place and he swallows just to feel the tightness. By now–he’s not holding the covers anymore. He has to touch him. Both hands have come to rest on the top of Sebastian’s thigh and he clings while inching in to press a kiss to the corner of his Sir’s mouth. “Yours.”
Right as he watches Blaine face change at the sight of the leather collar dangling in Sebastian’s hand, he knows that his fiance is going to be trying real hard to turn down the idea of having the TIGHTNESS and SECURITY of the collar around his neck. Try to shrug off the ONE item that makes him feel like he belongs to Sebastian so strongly; More than normally (which was a lot). But he wouldn’t let that happen because he knew Blaine well enough to know that he WANTED it bad. It would just take Sebastian to make him give in.
All through Blaine’s reply, hes looking at him with deep intentions dancing in green hues. Stepping closer, head tilts a little as he smirks down at his lover. Collar was in his hand as he reaches to move curls from his eye. ❝ Lost or not – I still found it.❞ he replies softly in a makes-no-sense sentence but owns it as if it’s the most logical thing in the world. ❝ —— And I think we need to put it on you. It’s been FAR too long since you’ve been reminded of your place.Don’t you think?❞ he hums, sitting on the bed by Blaine’s covered up feet. One more dangle of the collar is given once again. ❝ C’mere, handsome. ❞
What never fails is the sight of Sebastian standing tall watching him with his heavy stare that lays all his intentions out on the table causing Blaine’s entire self to react in that tumbling, heart racing, dizzying pull that switches his center of gravity from where science and logic says it should be. Right there on the bed. To him. Always to him. To Sebastian. Where it belongs and where he always wants it to be. Because this goes beyond physical and emotional and straight past bones and blood and the spiritual philosophical sense of who he is into something far deeper than that. One look and he’s standing at the doorway–head around the frame peeking inside. One step forward of long legs and determined footing and Blaine lets the book fall to the floor because nothing and no one can come between him and them and this.
Not even Lima–apparently. Try not not. He’s gripping two handfuls of semi-cheap comforter trying to shy away and just be Sebastian and Blaine but he knows that it isn’t going to last. Not when all he can do his bite his lip, feel his eyes soften at the question and nod. Too long. Yes. It’s been too long. Days. Legs move under the blankets until he’s on his knees and the fabric is pooled around them. Hands now flat against the bed as just a crawl or two put him sitting on his heels beside his fiance. A shaken, breathless whisper follows next. “You can’t find what you knew was there,” he speaks like a man bobbing for air in a sea that’s going to make him sink no matter how much water he tries to tread, “because you’re the one that packed it.”
Visiting Lima was ALWAYS interesting for the couple because the way their… special dynamic changed during their visit was a little drastic. A drop off of not being able to go into his full dom space with his lover. It always made Sebastian build up with a LACK of power exchange over him and Blaine. Not that he couldn’t handle not partaking in the full experience of their BDSM, relationship for a few days, but he craved for Blaine to listen. EAGER to just take the control he so badly needed in his life. But when they visited Lima, Blaine always pushed away from fully partaking in it. He knew his significant other was still so scared of the things he took pleasure in at times. Having to be vanilla for the sake of Lima SUCKED.
But now they were in their hotel room after a day of helping with New Direction’s AND Warbler stuff. Sebastian knew damn well that some of his sub’s gear was waiting right in that bag in the corner of the room. So?? He takes one more look at Blaine who is reading a book under the beside table light before getting out of bed and fishing out the leather collar that is ALL so familiar in their relationship. Holding it up, a grin appears across his face as he stares at Blaine with mischief in his eyes from where he’s standing.
❝ Look what I found. ❞
It can be easily said Blaine occasionally doesn’t realize he’s doing what he’s doing until it’s already happened. There are certain times when he’s pushing or pulling someone or himself without noticing because he feels it’s something that has to be or should be done. For instance? These trips to Lima. Sebastian is always the first to point out how much more vanilla Blaine gets the second the soles of their shoes hit Ohio dirt. Blaine’s heard the observation several times and promises that he’s fine and comfortable regardless of where they are. Why worry when they’re behind closed doors–right?
Yet? Every. single. time. He’s a night or two into the trip and already curled up under the heavy comforter and too starched sheets of their hotel bed with a book in hand waiting for Sebastian to snuggle close so reading can turn into something else–just–a quieter version of something else. Sebastian never goes for that something else. Feeling the bed give as Sebastian crawls out–Blaine peeks through fallen curls and his gaze follows his fiance. His book falls into his lap two when he sees what’s dangling from Sebastian’s elegant fingers. His body shivers inside–yes that’s a thing–and his breath hitches. “Somehow I don’t think that was ever lost–to qualify for being found..” Oh god.. He brought it–and Blaine swallows thick. “Sebastian.”
Of course the Warbler trespassed onto McKinley territory and didn’t think twice about it. Sure he couldn’t STAND public schools but the fact that he got to see Blaine was all worth it. When Sebastian makes a decision concerning Blaine (whether its stealing him away from going to classes or asking him to hang out), he doesn’t think about what anyone else will think about it. Not Kurt, not anyone. Sebastian gives no cares what everyone else has to say about his friendship with Blaine either (even though everyone knew he had a… thing for the ex-Dalton boy). All he cares about REALLY is making Blaine happy and being HIS friend. He had nobody else to impress in that sense. Besides – Blaine, after all, was the one person that really took the time to know him for the TRUE him since he had came back to Ohio. Eyes narrowed with a questioned brow raise as Blaine cut his sentence in half and changed the subject. Had Sebastian hit a sore spot? Maybe he was guilty in the fact that he had reminded Blaine how much he loved Dalton time after time but could you REALLY blame him??
A smirk appears on his lips to go along with it and Sebastian followed fast behind Blaine past all the seats. ❝ VERY funny, Killer. Is my memory deficient or didn’t you just say there’d be no pitchforks? You TOTALLY have to warn me of these things. Unfair game. ❞ Sebastian jokes in a sarcastic tone, a small laugh leaving his lips. The curiosities that were lurking in the back of his head takes over and he has to approach it. Grabbing at Blaine’s shoulder from behind, he stops them in their tracks and pauses for a moment.. ❝ Wait – turn around and look at me, Blaine. ❞
Long fingers danced and tapped along the tops of the chairs he wandered past on his way to the aisle listening to Sebastian hurry to quickly catch up to and following him towards the aisle. “Maybe I just wanted to give you a sense of security so you’d relax as much as you can while you’re here,” his head shook and Blaine laughed lightly towards the tops of his shoes, “I’d hate to have you drive all this way just to wonder when the angry mob is going to show up to chase you–.” Feeling the grip on his shoulder brings him to the abrupt stop that Sebastian aimed for with the touch. However? Instead of the turn at first? There was nothing but a hesitant deflating set of shoulders and bow of his head. Sebastian wasn’t letting his change of subject be a change of subject. Was he?
Holding out hope that he was jumping to conclusions–even if he knew better because Sebastian never let him get out of saying things he wasn’t sure if he should. The fact that Sebastian wanted to know him so well that he didn’t let him shirk out of the moments where he thought it be best to change the subject rather than make someone worry or judge him for what was on his mind? Was one of the most unique and terrifyingly relieving or exciting parts of their friendship. And–no–not until Sebastian could Blaine ever thing terrifyingly relieving was something possible to be felt. Raising his chin back up–Blaine gives the aisle one last longing look but when he turns–he gives Sebastian nothing less than a curious, gentle smile and small tilt of his head. Hazel eyes travel up to lock on green ones. “…Yeah, Seb?”
( mssg » killer 🍑 🍑 🍆 | sent) Just come out when you’re ready Blaine. ( mssg » killer 🍑 🍑 🍆 | sent) No rush. I know how hard it can be to get dressed when you were naked beforehand. ( mssg » killer 🍑 🍑 🍆 | sent) I mean, what? Yeah no I totally believe that you were wearing PJs before.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I wasn’t naked! ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Yeah! Sure. Uh huh! ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I’m on my way!
Blaine finishes the last touches on curls that barely wanted to be contained since he’d was in bed for nearly an hour before Sebastian’s arrival. Stray curls ran along his forehead, threatened to drop free from where he tried to slick them back with a bit of water to no real avail. Sebastian refused to come inside. He didn’t want him waiting any longer than he was already. A pair of red boat shoes are put on with a few hops between to speed things up. His Dalton hoodie goes over his head and grey v-neck next. Further shaking his hair free but this time unnoticed as he shoves his wallet into the pocket of his jeans.
Outdoor sconces light up the large Westerville Estate with all it’s windows dark except the amber glow of the desk lamp he left on in an upstairs window of the house
that seems mutely still and too pristine to be lived in. A stark contrast the projection of warmth and sunshine that the boy who lives inside of it exudes daily. Mustard yellow, crimson and brown plaid blanket in hand from a pit stop in the living room where the last of a fire was burning down–Blaine closes the front doors and jogs down the stairs waving as he approaches the car.
His free hand pulls open the door and Blaine ducks inside.
An ear to ear–even if it’s a lil bit sleepy–cheeky grin greets his visitor. “I have to ask,” his gaze darts in a mystified glance over Sebastian’s eyes, “Not that I mind. But. What on Earth made you want to come here this late?”
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Sebastian?? You’re outside? Seriously? ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Holy wow. You are. I see you. Hey! ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Very funny! I’m getting dressed. Give me a few minutes. You can come inside and sit down if you want. I’m grabbing a sweater and putting real pants on. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) By that–I mean NOT pajamas! Not that I was–! Er. I’ll be right down.
Eyes glance down at Blaine’s boat shoe nudging at his elbow and it gets a light smirk out of him before intrigued green hues are back up on Blaine to meet him with a playful look in his eyes. Sebastian completely had NO idea how to help himself from saying things that made Blaine tongue tied. In a sense, knowing he had the ability to do so just put a certain kind of joy and unsaid cocky knowledge into him. Sure, Kurt had him as a boyfriend but this way Sebastian knew he had a special unique ability to get that blush and head duck from Blaine so easily. Not to be a pointer out of the obvious, but he seemed to be able to do it pretty skillfully. On top of all of that? Bantering was just fun all the time. ❝Sounds good to me, killer. Run the plans by him – or don’t – and then we’ll get out of here.❞ Sebastian stands to his feet to lean back against the back of the chair just how Blaine is, now standing next to him. Eyes look around the theater and he furrows a brow. ❝You know, I HAVE to wonder how you make the change from Dalton to public school so quick. I’d have to be dragged here. I know ‘your heart is here now’ and all and maybe that’s why your immune to the bad taste of this place, but you really got some kick ass adapting skills.❞
“I’ll send him a text. I don’t think he’s going to enjoy the idea that you snuck into the school to see me,” Blaine planned on leaving that part out. Just that Sebastian was here and they were going to meet was enough. It’s not that he wanted secrets between him and his boyfriend. But there was no way in hell Kurt was going to be happy that Sebastian was on the New Directions turf and if it got out that Blaine was spending time in the auditorium with their competition from the school that he only just transferred from? Yeah. They already called him Blaine Warbler. He didn’t need to erase the trust he’s earned and go back to being suspected of riding the fence of alliances. Looking from Sebastian to the body of the theatre–Blaine shrugged at his friend’s observation as he half-laughed at the way Sebastian expressed his distaste with McKinley again.
“It’s really not that bad, Sebastian. I’d take the credit if I earned it but..once you get used to it? It’s okay. I mean it’s not D…,” he stops himself right there. No reason to continue what was better left unsaid. “I know it’s not your cup of tea but it’s mine. Speaking of which? Ready to go. C’mon,” their shoulders touched and Blaine was off his leaning position heading through the row of seats to the aisle. “Pitchforks, remember? Need to avoid those.”
Just taking one look at Blaine’s room, Seb could tell it reflected everything he was in a way. And who Blaine was? Sebastian loved endlessly, even if he kept that big minor detail inside his mysterious mind. Green eyes observed music related things, nautical themed items scattered around, all the colors Blaine kept dominant in his wardrobe, and the one that caught his eye most being all of the photos of him and Kurt. That part was one that made Sebastian feel almost uncomfortable. Not because he hadn’t turned a new leaf and tried to come face to face with the fact that Blaine was Kurt’s and it wouldn’t be different; But because somehow even though he knew this whole meeting was more than innocent, a friend to friend thing, it still was like a phantom label of villainous guilt was stamped to his forehead. Was it a bad choice to come here? These days it seemed to hard to tell what was good and what was bad because either way it seemed to end with sourness. A good guy hiding behind the mask of trouble made things blurry.
Though this whole thing was already confusing, the whispered voice at the other side of the bed caught Sebastian’s attention and he fell out of his trance of anxieties to be reminded the real reason he was here. Sebastian was here for Blaine and the sake of needing to be forgiven. Needing to make sure someone he had so quickly grown to care about was okay. A soft smile appears on his lips as he looks over at the other, keeping his hands in his lap. Beautiful as ever was Blaine Anderson. Though the mood in the room was calm a part of his heart always still began to beat faster when those hazel eyes looked at him. The tricky part now was ingraining in his head that he wasn’t supposed to be thinking that way.
❝Good afternoon, sleepy head.❞ he says lightheartedly. Why in the hell was Blaine asking if he was okay? I mean he knew that the whole text conversation they had very much revealed that Sebastian was dealing with some major one man wars in his head—– but god damn, being asked that question only reminded him how good of a person Blaine was. Here he was in bed on drugs for his poor eye caused by something Sebastian did, and he was asking Sebastian if he was okay? Not to mention that Blaine allowed him to come here because if he went home it would of been a bad environment. Eyes glance off to pull away contact for a moment as he pauses, soon staring back at the other male. ❝I’m great.❞ he lies with a smile, he has to be strong.
❝I think the real question is how you’re doing, Claus von Stauffenberg?❞ he asks, adding in a little bit of jokes directed towards the eye patch (which by the way, Sebastian shamefully thinks Blaine looks adorable with) in hopes it can lighten the situation a bit.
“You’re great,” he asks back in a tone that the lingering fogginess in his brain doesn’t let him cover up with something else. Disbelief. He wasn’t buying that Sebastian was great. Not after their conversation and–definitely–not after laying here watching that distant expression he saw written on his face. There was more that put it there than a picture of him and Kurt. That was most certainly the case. “Me? I’m okay,” Blaine didn’t have to lie about that. He was okay. Not great. Not amazing. Not anything but okay. Without the drugs–he got sore. Without talking to Sebastian and seeing him in person so they could talk this out. Then talking to Sebastian and sensing how messed up he was over this whole ordeal. All the stress his situation was putting his friends and Kurt through. His parents being angry that he wouldn’t say who did this to him. Before his Dad gave up and Blaine told his Mother to keep her appointments in Cincinnati. None of it when added with the fact that at least he wasn’t blind in one eye was balancing out to amazing, great, or anything other than okay.
Sebastian looked terrible. Lost and far away. If that’s what this mess turned him into? From the laughing, playfully jabbing friend he often found himself wondering where he got most of what came out of his mouth from? He had a fire in him. One that Blaine was pulled towards time and time again. Seeing it gone? Filled his stomach with a sense of sadness that was gut wrenching. “You don’t seem very great, Seb. But you’re here and we can fix things. You’re not leaving until we do and until you can promise me that you’re going to be okay if I let you go home. So.. Trust me? I don’t hate you. If that’s what you’re worried about the most? You can stop now.” The bed rustles as he scoots closer and uses his knee to gently nudge the outside of Sebastian’s thigh closest to him. One pleading eye meets both of his friend’s. –Please trust me. I can’t hate you. I tried. I can’t. I won’t ever be able to. I don’t care who says I should..–
Blaine half-heartedly laughs at the Claus von Stauffenberg comparison. He grins right after and lazily shrugs. “I wish I could brag that this happened during a war that I was trying to assassinate Hitler in but–anyway. Come here,” he reaches towards the boy sitting awkwardly on the edge of his bed. Fingers insistently wiggle to be taken. “It’s cold in the house and I’ve been cheating by just curling up in blankets instead of starting a fire. I don’t trust myself with matches. And I haven’t bothered to turn on the heat yet. Lay down with me?” Trying to coax him further–Blaine wriggles his fingers and waits for Sebastian to take them. “We can talk. If that’s what you still want to do. Just.. Come here.”
❝Oh, I completely expect you to cut your last class.❞ he grins in a teasing but mostly true manor, leaning back smoothly in his theater seat even though the way Blaine was standing right above him was making his heart race a little bit. Anytime he was around Blaine he could feel his soul flutter, but Sebastian was skilled in keeping his cool on the outside. Plus? He’d never even admit to himself that he was totally heart eyes at Blaine Anderson and it wasn’t just a sexual attraction. The only way you could really tell with his body language in times like this was the way his eyes sparkled with admiration. Of course Sebastian would take up the offer of ditching this lame auditorium and even though he’d agree to Blaine buying coffee– Seb would end up paying once they get there. Just the way he was. Sebastian grins at the blush that is obvious on the other’s cheeks.
❝Let’s get out of here then. The boyfriend won’t come after me with pitchforks and torches if I steal you away, will he? My car goes super fast.❞
“Oh yeah?”Blaine strikes a playfully defiant pout. “You expect me to cut my last class, huh? You know? It is one of my favorite ones. So you’re lucky I offered.” Grinning–Blaine nudges the edge of Sebastian’s elbow with the side of his shoe. Teasing him back was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. Although Sebastian was proving to be a challenge to keep up with. No worries. Only gave him a reason to improve his bantering skills. Or if Sebastian played fair and didn’t pull out the big guns with saying something that usually sent him into a tongue tied mess? That’d be swell too. Though Blaine figured that Sebastian was never going to lose that ability. He seemed to have honed it before they ever met. Another layer of intrigue that pulled Blaine in. Blinking a thoughtful, fascinated spark in his eyes away—he lets his foot fall to the floor so he can stand from his perch. “N-no. I’ll send him a text. Let him know we can catch up for rehearsing later. He’ll be fine. No pitchforks and torches probably.” Or there might be. “My advice–? Have your keys at the ready? What? I’m kidding!”
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