❝Mm.. Blaine.❞ he whispered in a moan as he felt the tickle of his fiance’s lips against him all while he remained to know there was a stiffness in his pants that couldn’t be ignored now that it had been started in the first place. That one little kiss through clothes was enough to assure Seb that he couldn’t ignore what was happening down there. It wasn’t an easy thing to do. Although the horror film was still playing, his attention had been turned completely to something else as fingers run through Blaine’s thick curls to grab lightly at a handful of hair. A heat began to shiver through his inner thighs as he began to wonder if this was all Blaine’s sneaky escape plan out of watching Halloween in the first place. Did Sebastian care at all? No. Now he just needed to have more, he would get more. The eerie music playing in the background almost perhaps intensified it for a reason. Hips push up just a little in a silent question of if he could truly have what he craved. ❝No stopping, baby. I need your mouth on me.❞ The other hand that wasn’t stroking Blaine’s hair shifted to grab his fiance’s hand and guide it to feel his erection through his jeans.
Sebastian’s voice tugs a groan from the pit of Blaine’s stomach as he squirms in closer pressing another series of soft kisses against the soft fabric of his fiance’s shirt. Noticing how Sebastian’s stomach caves as a mere peck through cotton sucks the breath out of him–Blaine can’t stop the devilish grin he hides by tipping his nose to touch where his kisses were peppered. He might not’ve started this as a diversion tactic to anyone other than himself. But he’d be hard pressed–no pun intended–to say he didn’t like where this was going. Much better than the blood bath going on behind them that he’d rather not think about. Not that his brain has a chance to focus on anything else as Sebastian takes a handful of his hair and pushes his hips up at the same time. “Sebastian,” he breathes over the small sliver of skin now revealed above his belt. His tongue teases along the pale line not lifting the hem or making any movement to bare more. If Sebastian is going to torture him? Blaine can and will torture back. “You do?” His eyes close as his hand is taken and guided to where Sebastian needs it most. Feeling how hard he is against his palm, thick lashes flutter as his eyes roll back behind his eyelids and his fingers curl down, squeezing him softly but not moving. “Then show me.”
It hadn’t been long that Sebastian obtained the job of working for the nationally known Blaine Anderson, star of the stage. Sebastian never even thought working as a damn personal assistant would be something he would ever end up doing. Being somewhere in the showbiz scene for sure, but this was a different turn. Hell, he should have his OWN personal assistants. But yet, he couldn’t deny the offer when he thought about being by Blaine’s side all the time. The superstar was hot, and that was not something Sebastian had the strength to deny. So far – the main realization he’s made is that Blaine has a definite…FLARE in him. He demands what he wants when he wants it and there’s no leeway. It was something that made a silenced rage grow in Sebastian yet it was all for some reason a bit intriguing.
Stepping into Blaine’s dressing room, Sebastian has a coffee in one hand and a flashy costume in the other. One with lots of leather and swarovski crystals. Blaine was doing a runway for one of the biggest designers around and he’d also be the performing act for the event. All he had to hope for now was that Blaine would take the news easily; The news that they wanted him to switch what he was wearing. There were many times Sebastian wanted to snap at the diva, but he wanted to keep this job so badly. ❝I have your coffee. Now THIS is your new costume. The designer wants you to switch before you come out and perform. Personally, I find this one to be hotter.❞
Blaine is secretly exhausted. Or not so secretly. Considering his mood gets worse the more tired he is and it’s measurable by the amount of attitude he dishes out to those around him. From tacking on as many add-this-subtract-that notes that can fit on the side of a Starbucks cup. To demanding everyone give him peace and quite for fifteen minutes, please?! No matter how many times he sends his assistant out to fetch coffee as fast as he can drink it–nothing is working. All he wants to do is finish this show and go back to the hotel so he can pass out until tomorrow. But there’s an after party he’s due at after the press junket which means tonight–that blended over from last night’s concert–is only a third of the way through.
A groan splits his lips open and hits his palm as he rubs the bridge of his nose. From where he’s slouched in his chair, booted feet kicked up on the vanity and crossed over one another–he snaps his head in the direction of the door opening. “Fifteen minutes! I said–oh,” he pauses when it’s Sebastian, “Good. It’s you.” Woah. Ignore the coffee–what the hell was in his other hand? Narrowing eyes burn a slow stare up Sebastian’s arm as he waits for an explanation. Once he receives it–there goes the eyebrow. “Well. Um. No,” his lips form a perfect circle but he’s unable to look away from the monstrosity hanging from Sebastian’s arm. “Tell her if she wants to wear that? She can wear it herself.” The get up looks like someone had a seizure while holding onto a bedazzler and clutching the latest fashions from the bin of a Goodwill discount store. It’s not going on his body. “Or you can if you think that’s hot. Which makes me question every time in the past you’ve told me I look good wearing something because that horror show? No. Not happening.” No. Way.
Ending up with his face in Sebastian’s lap takes all of about thirty five minutes of being tortuously forced to watch a movie he wasn’t overly thrilled about starting in the first place. How anyone could love watching people being brutally murdered in every way possible was a thing that Blaine never understood the appeal of. Scary movies were okay. If he was on the mood–which was rare. But the gory ones? Not so much. Sebastian still gets Hostel thrown at him, three years after the horrific experience, whenever he tries to turn down a classic or musical that Blaine suggests. And knows Sebastian enjoys but hates admitting to and would rather pout over. “I know,” he grumbles with a stare out of one eye up Sebastian’s torso before he turns back into his fiance’s lap, “but I’m not moving.” He backs up his protest by wrapping his arms around the leg closest to him and burying his face deeper. “Why’d I agree to no lights on top of this,” he mumbled–muffled against Sebastian’s hip.
❝And I’d follow you anywhere just the same.❞ he replies, leading Blaine to the destination. Everything felt vastly unreal right now. Sebastian knew they were really here in Paris and he knew he was really leading his boyfriend out to in front of the Eiffel tower and on top of that he was really about to ask the biggest question of their relationship yet. Not only that, but the biggest question of Sebastian’s life in general. Their relationship meant everything to him. It was the essence and key to a happiness he once found and now every touch was a reminder he had found his safe place. No matter where they were or where they went, Blaine was his home. The guy with the hazel eyes and smile like the sun had fixed up Sebastian who had once spent his life living in the darkness. They fixed each other. Sebastian embraced every dark corner of Blaine’s mind and reassured him that together they accepted each others light and dark. They were the sun and the moon. The moon always comes out and shines its light and sometimes the sun hides away in the dark. But the sun still always comes back up eventually and warms the world. Perhaps they were each other’s sun. If Sebastian knew one thing about his life it is that ever since Blaine Anderson came into it it’s never been the same. It never had to be the same. Blaine had taught him what the word love meant. Loving his other half lead to loving the act of living itself. As if a new path in the road of life had been opened the minute he could call Blaine his. All his.
Their hands fit perfectly with one another (fingers and a touch created to hold the others) as Sebastian lead them out of the restaurant. Outside was a little walk on a stone pathway near some grass and a small clear, blue body of water that reflected the moon’s cast quite beautifully. As they made their way down that walkway and took their time doing so, finally they came to end up right in front of the Eiffel tower. Sebastian stopped and held onto both of Blaine’s hands now. A thumb rubbed lovingly against his right palm. They were facing each other now, looking into each others eyes. ❝Isn’t the Eiffel tower amazing when you get so close to it..?
You look so beautiful under the moonlight. Even more beautiful than the Eiffel tower. You know that?❞ From his olive skin to lips so kissable, Sebastian was always so shocked with how handsomely stunning his love bug was. ❝Seven years ago when I met you? I would of never pictured us here right now. The concept that you’d be mine? Was such a fantasy kind of concept, but something told me to never give up on it.❞ he smiles wide, looking down for a moment to let out a deep breath. Green orbs shift back up to look into the beautiful view that was Blaine’s eyes. The box with the ring was right inside his pocket, it was just a matter of the perfect timing.
Sebastian is warm as they walk along the cobblestone walkway. Their fingers sink deeper into each others as Blaine wiggles his in until the hollow dips between their lengths touch and their palms become inseparable. Resting the side of his head against Sebastian’s shoulder–soft hazel eyes flicker his gaze from the reflection of the lights in the water, to the lamp posts and even the sky. It’s beautiful. Overwhelming. Something he could stare at forever and never have enough time to take in even then. Just like Sebastian who Blaine turns his head and breaks his attention away from absorbing their surroundings to press a kiss against the side of Sebastian’s neck. Then back to letting his boyfriend lead him blindly forward because his attention is so wrapped up in seeing everything he could possibly see. “I love it here,” he whispers somewhat to himself, somewhat to Sebastian. A far off, distant tone of someone so enraptured with what they’re doing that they don’t realize their speaking their thoughts until they hear their voice. “And I love you,” he adds in now that he’s tuned into the fact he’s thinking out loud. “If this New York thing,” he grins, “doesn’t work out. We’re moving here.” A woman standing along the river with her arms wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulder catches his eye and she smiles knowingly. Two people in love in a city that lives and breathes it to those who come here for that reason? How could they not beam at each other for the common bond of being right here. In this moment. Right now. With the loves of their lives. Who else got what that felt like unless they were feeling it? Blaine smiles back, his head moves against Sebastian’s shoulder as he nods to her but he doesn’t lift it all the way.
Not until Sebastian brings them to a stop and moves to stand in front of him. Blaine glances up at him confused, to the Tower when Sebastian points out how lovely it is. “I–,” then he has to stop and hang his head forward because Sebastian’s once again flattering him so much he can’t meet his eyes without a cheeky, stupefied grin. No worries. It’s still there when their eyes meet again anyway. His brows shove together and his hands squeeze Sebastian’s, his skin still dancing with the caress to his palm from Sebastian’s thumb. Blaine goes to–as usual–give the compliment back in his own words. But Sebastian doesn’t give him enough of a pause to speak up and Blaine’s heart melts even more at what he hears. “Sebastian,” he has to interject. “I’m so glad you never gave up on me. You had every right to. God knows,” he huffs and rolls his eyes, “That I didn’t make things easy for you. I’m just–I’m so glad you waited for me. You get me. You always have and seven years–can you believe it? Seven years and you still fascinate and make me as shook as you did the day we met,” he ducks down as Sebastian tucks his chin towards his collar refusing to let their gazes break apart. “So.. Thank you. Okay? For being you and loving me. Even parts of me I couldn’t and struggle with now..you have and do and–just–thank you.”
❝Oh come on, killer. The other Blaine Anderson is not even close to being as talented or sexy as you.❞ he grins while looking up at the other, going along with the joke as the playfulness in his eyes twinkle back (greens and hazels matching now, glimmering like stars). ❝But if you’re all so curious to know, I did drive here to see you. It’s really no big deal. Just thought I’d cruise by. I missed that pretty face.❞ Cruise by on a two hour drive? Okay, Sebastian.
Blaine finishes settling on top of the seat’s back he was leaning against and props the tip toe of a navy blue boat shoe against the very edge of Sebastian’s right arm rest as his brows arch. Sexy? Sebastian never ceased to test the limit of how high he can raise the temperature on Blaine’s cheeks. Today is no different. “Wait–you–did?” Consider his mind blown. A two hour drive was definitely more than a ‘cruise’ just because Sebastian ‘missed seeing his face’ but he wouldn’t put that out outloud. “I–well–thank you. It’s great to see your face, too, Sebastian. Now that you’re here–you’re letting me treat you to coffee, right? I might have to cut my last class to do it but–it’s only fair. Please?”
❝I wouldn’t be so quick to underestimate my skills, killer. I’m not easy to bust. But what can I say? I’ve had a change of heart. Not like this is my new hangout or anything. Far from it. Sometimes surrounding yourself in somewhere as disgusting as this is worth it if you have solid reasoning. That being said, I’m definitely not here for Night of The Living Dwarf. Believe it or not, I came here to see a certain Blaine Anderson.❞
“Did you just call Rachel Night of The–? Wow. I’ll ever understand where you get half the things you say from. You drove all the way–to Lima–for me? Or is this another Blaine Anderson we’re talking about?” His grin shifts into a full on smirk. A playful twinkle in his eyes that began the moment they started their friendly teasing brightens underneath squinting eyelids. Sebastian’s given a thoughtful pout as Blaine takes up the space between Sebastian’s knees and the rows of empty chairs behind him and leans against the back of one the back of one. “Because he really needs to stop copying me. But–on a curious note–you really did that?”
Okay, this got way too fun for Seb way too fast. This was beginning to go from grumbles and pouts to grins and smirks on his part. Sebastian had been in a total grump mood before and was going to refuse to remove his face from where he had it nuzzled in Blaine’s lower stomach, but when he hears Blaine’s laughter begin to increase he can’t help but grin against his skin too and try to keep his own laughter silent so Blaine didn’t know he found this incredibly funny. Shoving his face in more, Sebastian lifts a hand up to try and find Blaine’s face, which he succeeds successfully and starts annoying him more by poking his cheek over and over with a finger. Feeling his fiance’s body move with the way he’s cracking up, Sebastian decides to bite his stomach light enough to be playful. He didn’t let the way the other swat him or squirm around stop his mission. He would get revenge for Blaine making him say please! No words came from Seb, just his laughter beginning to grow louder as he pokes him and nuzzles hard against him. Game on, Anderson. When Sebastian got in these childish, antagonizing moods— there was no going back until he was satisfied.
His tearful eyes go huge when Sebastian ignores his demand to get out of his ticklish spot and only amps up his torturous ways! Of course he would! How could he think anything different?! The pokes to his face that joined in on the mess didn’t do much to distract him from the weirdo’s constant antagonizing! Breathless laughs swallow up his higher pitched gasps and chuckles of protest. Hearing Sebastian start to show how much he was enjoying this by forgetting to stifle the pitch of his maniacal laughter–Blaine kicks his feet against the floor and gives an upwards thrust of his hips trying to dislodge the man from his lap. “Please! Please! You’re enjoying this too much, Seb!” Another round of gasps and frantic hands stop batting Sebastian’s shoulders so he can wrap his fingers around Sebastian’s wrist and try to hold it away from his face. The other–well–when you’re stuck? Just–laugh like a madman and try to get even?! Blaine lifts Sebastian’s shirt and just starts tickling back as hard as he can through ragged gulps and scootches to the left, right or anywhere he can try to escape to. “Why are you torturing me?!?! I’ll torture back,” and he backs it up with a more determined tickle just above Sebastian’s navel.
❝Nice try on busting me, killer—— but I’m actually riding solo today so you can put away the handcuffs. I’ve been here for a few minutes. Cross out the mission and add in my own personal gain. I came here for a different reason. A reason much more fascinating then a bunch of Nude Erections. Can you guess who I really came here for?❞
“Okay–. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. This time. Thanks for humoring me enough to give me kudos on trying. I was hoping to have the bragging rights of busting Sebastian Smythe under my belt–but–I’m sure you’ll give me plenty of opportunities in the future to look forward to. Seems like it’s a habit of yours. It’s–actually–entertaining. Seeing you here–I mean. We both know of your distaste for this place or all things not Dalton’s atmosphere. Which is a completely unfair bar to set for anywhere else. Please. Do tell me. Who are you here for? And you better not say Rachel.”
random as heck starter.
“So this is what being on the other end of Dalton’s scoping out the competition by sneaking onto their turf to get a heads up on what you’re up against feels like? How long have you been sitting in an empty auditorium? Did anyone else come? Or is this a solo mission? By the way–. You, Sebastian Smythe, are busted.”
It was no secret that Blaine was quick to tear up whenever Sebastian went on his rare romantic speeches where he laid out all his deepest love for Blaine on the table, finally just letting his words lead him instead of thinking too much. Maybe it was because it didn’t happen often, so it hit Blaine harder when it did happen. Or maybe Blaine was just so adorably sensitive in that way; Sebastian thought it was both. One thing he knew for sure though was that being here in Paris brought out a romantic side of Sebastian that didn’t show much on a regular day. Listening to Blaine speak in a teary eyed whisper left Sebastian completely and fully listening with a sweet smile. Sebastian squeezes his hand and reaches his other hand across the small distance between them to wipe one single tear he saw glimmering in the light under Blaine’s eye. Voice comes out soft and caring, all so compassionate. ❝Hey, I have to play it unfair sometimes.❞ he chuckles lightly.
❝The number one thing I’ve always wanted to be is supportive, Blaine. And it comes to me pretty easily when you are constantly and always the best man I know. Every choice you make, it’s perfect. You’ve completely changed my view of the world too…And of love…And friendship. It’s kind of like… I was living in shades of black and white, and when I saw you walk through that door into the Warblers room, you were the first thing I finally saw in color. As I got closer to you, the sky became blue and the trees became green… and in this very moment right now I think I finally see everything in color.❞ he pauses, feeling himself getting drastically more emotional too. It had to be done now. The moment was just right. Sebastian couldn’t wait any longer, it was impossible. ❝I have something to show you.❞ he says excitedly, getting out of his chair and standing above Blaine to hold a hand out. ❝Let me take you there.❞ Everything had his heart beating out of his chest. How he could feel the ring box in his pocket, how he knew the tower was right outside of this restaurant. How he knew that this was the biggest moment of his life yet and he wouldn’t change a thing for the world. Because together? The world was theirs.
The smile that graced Sebastian’s mouth never failed to take his breath away. That look made him feel like there was nothing that existed in the world. In any mood he was in–Sebastian could give him with that smile and he would instantly stop, blink, stumble into the same stupefied stare he had sitting across the table from this strange, mind boggling boy he happened upon at Dalton. What he once thought was lucky chance that their lives intertwined in the place where Blaine always the most at home was different the minute he let it be because Sebastian was always there. Waiting for him to come around. Chance had nothing to do with them. Fate did. Dalton–Blaine’s home–gave him his true place to belong forever. Now when he saw that expression? He fell in love with Sebastian over and over again. A dizzying, head spinning sort of love that felt like the first day he opened up his eyes and truly let himself see who was standing in front of him and the life–and love–Sebastian had to offer. Sebastian’s support was unending. Through darkness and doubt, triumph and a heart so light Blaine could soar through the clouds in happiness–Sebastian was his constant. An unending thread weaved into the fabric of who he was and every milestone–good or bad–only tugged them closer. It was so hard–at times–for Blaine to see himself the way Sebastian painted him. He was speechless– listening to how he brought Sebastian’s world into color. –Oh my God..– Sebastian had no idea he took the colors in Blaine’s world and made them brighter, more vibrant. Alive when they all began to fade. “Sebastian..,” Blaine stole his boyfriend’s hand and pressed a kiss to his fingertips tasting the salt of his own tears. “I–,” but Sebastian stood up and they were leaving. Blaine had to remind his knees how to work and took the offered hand so he could pull himself up. Curiosity twinkled in reddened eyes and he nodded feeling his heart race like Sebastian’s pulse drummed through his hand and his own heart sped up to match his. “I’d follow you anywhere. You know?” And that’s what he did. Right after a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek and a whispered I love you before they moved an inch.
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