Hell no! Sebastian scoffed at Blaine’s sarcastic and humorous reaction to his hard efforts in the subject of manners. He totally didn’t have to say please, but guess what? He pulled out his biggest courage and took a leap. Plus all of the calling him a brat, which was a huge misconception of Sebastian as a person. He didn’t think of himself as a brat, he thought of himself as a king who should be respected as such. A mischievous Sebastian leans to bite not too hard but not too light at Blaine’s hand in a response to all of that laughter. Instantly after the bite came Seb cuddling up closer by wrapping his arms around Blaine’s hips while keeping his head in his lap and full on burying his face against his boyfriend’s tummy. Grumbling to himself, he speaks muffled against the fabric of Blaine’s sweater. ❝No, I do not need a hug. Saying it isn’t hard I just think saying it is stupid.❞ he hisses as he nuzzles his face harder against Blaine. Take that, Anderson!
Oh God! Blaine gasped at the bite to his hand and shook it out like it was much more painful than it actually was. His boyfriend is shot a ridiculous pout but there’s no way Sebastian can see it with his face buried into Blaine’s tummy. Speaking of which? There’s only a few minutes of tolerating the nuzzles and the words muffled against his stomach before the bite to the back of his tongue isn’t enough to keep it from..tickling. The fact that Sebastian’s face is nuzzled against such a sensitive spot could have gone two ways. This one was the one that had him gasping for air and struggling so so hard not to start cracking up at. His cheeks redden and he tries to distract himself by lacing both sets of fingers into Sebastian’s hair and scratching gently at his scalp but..when the insolent man nuzzles in deeper? His resolve cracks and his head smacks against the back of the sofa unnoticed. Blaine dissolves into peels of laughter and squirms trying to buck and swat Sebastian out of his hiding spot. “Okay, okay. Enough! You are such a weirdo! No hugs! Just. GET. OUT! OF! There!”
As he listened to his soon to be fiance’s words, Sebastian was stuck with a smile on his face because everything Blaine said mesmerized him. So much so. This. All of this. It was theirs to make the best out of. ❝It’s definitely not a delusion, love. Trust me when I say that. I love you so much and you don’t have to say thank you anymore for any of this. Got it? I’ve heard it about a hundred times during this trip already and as happy as it makes me to know you’re thankful… You just deserve this so much. You’re such a star, Blaine. My star. I’m so proud of what you’ve accomplished these past couple years. We love each other, of course. But you and me, we’re on this journey together of learning to love ourselves too. You’ve helped me so much with loving myself and feeling like the only thing I have to be is me around you… You’ve never made me change. And when I look at you I know you’re still insecure in there at times. I know you feel small sometimes. But to me, you are so far from small. You’re the biggest, brightest star in the sky, actually. My love for you… As lame as it sounds, it’s hard for me to put it into words.❞ he puts a pause in his speech, giving an endearing smile before reaching across the table to hold onto Blaine’s free hand. ❝And… Now that we’re here, in Paris… And I’m looking into your eyes I can’t help but have all these thoughts and feelings hit me at once.❞ Sebastian looks out at the view to see the moonlight beaming down on the city. Glancing back at Blaine with love and inspiration in his eyes. He was going to lead the love of his life to the Eiffel tower in a few minutes to ask the big question and his heart was racing. Blaine was still waiting to wake up? This might do the trick.
“I’m sorry. I’m,” and he fell silent when Sebastian stole his tongue. Blaine listened because that was all he could do as his heart began to pound and he felt that dizzying sensation that Sebastian was so skilled at bringing out of him at any given moment make his chest feel so light he might float away. His eyes grow softer by the syllable until tears gather at his eyelashes. He wasn’t expecting all that from a repeat of ‘thank you’. His fork drops and he quickly buries his hands into his lap underneath the table. This moment. This is one he’ll never forget. The way Sebastian was looking at him–he’s seen it before. Plenty of times. And it never ceases to fill him with wonder how one person could look at him like that and mean every emotion that filled Sebastian’s green eyes. Blaine’s is nothing short of fascination and bewilderment. He loves him more than Sebastian might ever know because there aren’t words to say or actions to give that could ever encompass the love that Blaine has for him. Yet–he needs to say something. Anything besides sitting here ready to cry and blinking rapidly to keep from doing it so they don’t cause a scene. Kicking himself into motion–Blaine draws in an uneven breath and uses it to whisper the first thing that comes to mind. “Every time I think ‘this is it, I can’t love him anymore than I do right now’–you always manage to surprise me by proving to me that I can. Sebastian, you changed my life. From the minute you walked into it. You give me compassion and understanding. You support me. All of me. And I don’t think I’d ever see the world the same without you. I love you. I love you so much.. Even when you make me want to start crying in a restaurant full of people. Which is totally unfair,” he grins because if he doesn’t do that? The tears he blinked away are going to come back.
“Mm. Yes. Already,” Blaine hums against Sebastian’s throat as his arms wrap around his boyfriend’s chest from behind. Fingers burying into his curls draw his eyelids shut and he nuzzles the very tip of his nose along the long line of Sebastian’s jaw with a sigh of delight. Technically–he promised that he’d give Sebastian ample time to finish up his work. Blaine fully planned on pulling through with his vow. For real! But the clack, clack, clack of keys could pick back up after he had a little bit of fun. The taste of Sebastian’s skin was too alluring to not go in for seconds. And that’s what Blaine wants now more than anything. So hints the caving in of his stomach and the soft, pitched noise that parts his lips. No worries. Now it was just easier to kiss along the shell of Sebastian’s ear as he made his case. “Ten more minutes and I promise I’ll let you work. Please,” he whispers making sure the corner of his mouth moved against Sebastian’s ear just to tease him further and add more fuel to his bargain.
It was still the first night of their Paris getaway and after checking into their hotel and Sebastian finding it to be an event in itself to watch Blaine’s adorable fascination with the room, the view, and the city in itself— they were sitting for a nice glass of wine over candlelight and a beautiful overlook of moonlight dancing in a reflection on the water. As luxury of a dining experience as you could find. It still seemed insane that after they finish their glasses, Sebastian will be leading Blaine out to the Eiffel tower to ask the biggest question he’s ever asked in his life and the question he’s been waiting to ask for so long. But for now? He can soak in the visual perfection that is all his. Leading up to now, Sebastian thought he would be eaten alive by nerves on the night that he’s going to ask. But now that it’s happening? He feels content, he knows he has Blaine as his and he knows he can do this. His mind may be racing but his heart is beating just right. His soul is keeping him calm. From Blaine’s hazel eyes, to the way his olive toned skin looks so seamless under the lighting, to the way his lips never looked unkissable. Eyes refused to take themselves off his soon to be fiancee as he smiles just slightly across at him.
❝It’s funny how we’ve been together almost four years and I still don’t understand how one man can be so flawlessly beautiful inside and out.❞
he says in a musing but calm tone, tilting his head down a bit and holding the wine glass to his lips with a ever so cheeky grin that said “I love you” and “I want you tonight” all at the same time.
Blaine was enthralled with the smallest detail of everything. From their arrival, to the taxi ride through the thin Parisian streets with their sidewalks full of store fronts, restaurants or slender buildings years and years old spliced in with newer, modern restyles–Paris was another world that he was instantly caught up in. He couldn’t stop being fascinated with the way people spoke. Or the taste of wine that–somehow–was so much better when he shared it with Sebastian on their balcony overlooking the Jardin des Tuileries. Or how Sebastian kept staring at him. Ever since they got to the restaurant. Not in a bad way. Never in a bad way. Sebastian always looked at him with a mix of love beyond measure, want that no matter what they did to each other or together seemed could never be sated, possessiveness that made Blaine’s insides twist deliciously, and gentility that told Blaine no matter how often he fell–Sebastian would be there to pick him up and set him on a path built on a little more solid ground than before. This was–just–different. So close Blaine could feel Sebastian’s gaze never waver even when he sipped his wine or took a bite of the most delicious food he’s ever tasted. His face went red when his boyfriend’s voice broke their quiet. Hazel eyes peeked up and he smiled gently before his senses went for a Tilt-A-Whirl ride at that expression. Blaine’s lips parted, his eyes widened with an expression that said “I love you. I’m yours. Tonight–I’ll show you again and again”. “Four years and you’re still under the delusion that I’m flawless. Either I’m great at pretending. Or you are hopelessly never going to catch on that when it comes to the beautiful one? That’d be you. But thank you. I love you, too. I..still don’t know what to say about all of this. I think thank you is wearing out. I just–I love you and I’m still waiting to wake up.”
The chest touches and hair strokes had Sebastian quickly melting under Blaine’s fingertips already, though he’d never admit it. This felt good. Mhm. He liked this. Yes, Sebastian was truly sorry and now he just wanted Blaine’s attention back. Perhaps we was a little bit too harsh and snarky for it to be considered humorous. But Sebastian totally didn’t have a filter when it came to that stuff! All he could do now is use his sweet, cuddly charm to win his boyfriend back to no reading. In fact he silently demanded it with the way he begged with his eyes and rubbed a thumb on Blaine’s cheek. ❝Me? A brat? No, I’m being sweet…❞ he insists with a pout to his bottom lip. He attempts to get his head closer on Blaine’s lap, headbutting the iPad out of the way just a little. ❝Choose me, not reading. P-p…pl…❞ Dammit he was trying to spit out the P word with all his effort but he just hated saying that word! He had to be strong for the sake of his boyfriend. He must.
❝…..P-please…?❞ he asks sweetly, holding back the cringe that wanted to make apparent on his face. Ouch, that one stung. But he truly wants to be sweet and nice! He needs to! These hair strokes feel too good!
The thumb against his skin made Blaine’s belly fill with butterflies because there was never a time in their relationship where a touch so soft ever didn’t do that. No. Sebastian was using his weakness against him and Blaine licked his lips, pressed them together and plastered his poker face back on. Biting back the urge to burst into a chuckle at Sebastian’s inching around on his lap trying to get his head between him and his iPad was almost an insurmountable task. He sighed heavily and sat his reading material to the side when the overgrown manchild bumped his head insistently against it and rolled his eyes with a grunt trying to pretend he was beyond exasperated. “Really, Sebastian. You’re about as bad as a five year old with too much sugar and a terrible innocent act. So, yes. You are a brat..” Watching Sebastian work through saying the word please killed any willpower he had left to keep from laughing. Blaine nodded slowly trying to encourage him as his lips twitched at their corners. Once The Word was put out into the universe from his other half–Blaine’s head fell back against the bar of the sofa as laughter made his entire body shake. “Oh my God, that looked painful! Why is it so hard for you to say please? Poor thing. Do you need a hug? Was it that bad,” he lifted his head to pout down the jerk who was just insulting him five minutes ago and was now going for the Olympic Gold in Hamming It Up.
Sebastian’s eyes widen and lips part just a little as Blaine gets back on his iPad. This. Cannot. Be. Happening! What? He was just gonna go back to doing something else rather than fueling Sebastian to snark on!? This totally sucked now… Sebastian slanted his brows in disappointment for the situation and laid down on the couch. Scooting closer to Blaine, he lays his head on his lap and reaches a hand up to touch his face and pester him. But this time his pestering was in a loving manner. ❝ Wait… You’re gonna read again? But—– ❞ Yes, Sebastian had a hard time handling when people shut down his drama and snark filled show to ignore him or do something else even though deep down he knew he deserved it. But why would Blaine do that? Sebastian is obviously much more entertaining than Darth Vader sucking the dick of some other Star Wars dude. And was he even really that mean? It would be hard to tell now that the damage was already done? Sometimes Sebastian could be a total dick without even realizing it. Some might call it his special talent. But now he was staring to feel bad…
❝ Why..? ❞ his voice came out soft now. Silently begging for forgiveness with his eyes.
Like clockwork. The mere threat of Sebastian going ignored for more than–say–two minutes brought the Attitude Check he well deserved. Blaine only stares at the glowing screen instead of paying any mind to the cushions shifting around as Sebastian inched closer. He even manages to start humming softly as he scrolls down the street with the tip of his finger. Eyelashes bat wildly at the touches to his face expecting it to be pawing and demanding at first. Then Sebastian proves that at least his touches would be soft even if his words are shifting to a bit on the harsh side. He can’t help sighing and reaching out one hand to rub against Sebastian’s chest using just the edges of his fingers. “Yes. I think I am, Sebastian.” My! My!! How quickly the tone changes with the idea that he wasn’t going to get a rise out of Blaine anymore. Or at least one that doesn’t come with a wall of silence from the person he was trying to annoy. Not much fun in that. He shouldn’t have looked down! A pair of pleading eyes waited to meet his when the ‘why’ drew his attention. Not that he was reading anyway. The entire idea of going back to reading was just a prop. But Sebastian didn’t need to know that. Blaine lifts his hand from where he was caressing Sebastian just above his heart and pushes some of his boyfriend’s hair back away from his face. Pursing his lips–he watches him closely trying to see if this was real. Or just an act. “Because you’re being a brat and I’m not going to keep pushing you into being an even bigger one. So? Reading is the easiest way to avoid that.”
Sebastian simply loved to test limits and loved to make a storm out of nothing if he had the chance; Even if it was just the slightest gust of win. That was that and it was the way it’s always been. It’s quite hilarious how after all these years Blaine had picked up a bit of skill on how to control the hurricane of snark and sass that was Sebastian Smythe with things like the god damn
Time Out™ chair. For Sebastian it was just too fun to give up the games he plays to see how flustered he can make people. Knowing he was being a troublemaker made him get excited in several senses of the word. So next, what does the asshole do? A smirk perks up on his lips and he raises a brow while arms are crossed in his seat on the couch. ❝ Oh, come on. I don’t bring it up that much. Being over dramatic once again, Killer? I can’t say this comes to me as a surprise. And I don’t have a thing for it I just find it to be extremely funny since my overpowering sexiness has warped you from bi-curious and questioning to the gayest bottom bitch alive… ❞ Then he does the dumbest thing he can but it’s just the natural childish Sebastian way he resorts to. His tongue sticks out at his boyfriend and he flips up a middle finger just for him as well. But through it? He’s grinning still the whole time. Wow, Smythe. You take the cake for being mature and kindhearted.
A completely stupefied look greets the latest dish of snark served up by his boyfriend. Seriously. Sebastian was well on the way to un-earning his Mr. Right mug Blaine bought him for their anniversary. Could he replace it with a Mr. Cranky Pants one? Did they make those? Maybe he could order one on the internet custom made for the King of Cranky sitting down the couch a ways from him. And they hadn’t even gotten to the part where Sebastian just treaded yet. Blaine was considering that option when Sebastian called him over dramatic. Welp! They were there now! Sebastian achieved his ultimate goal! You know? To piss off his boyfriend. Hazel eyes darkened and narrowed as he stared at him from their corners. “Bi-curious? More like bi-questioning–if that’s a thing. And that didn’t last long. As far as gayest bottom bitch goes? Did that middle finger and classy tongue stuck out at me gesture come with a gift receipt? Because I’d like to return them for something else I might like better. Like, say, a little less jerkish boyfriend? That’d be great.” Rolling his eyes–Blaine glances back at his iPad and picks it up again borderline questioning if he was going to just put Sebastian on his own personal ignore list for a bit. Until he decided he was bored with getting the wrong attention all day when he could have been getting all the right attention. If he didn’t turn into whatever this was.
Sebastian is loving pushing his limits right now. It’s a pretty fun game to distract from the fact that he wants more coffee and also is debating throwing the time out chair off the balcony. So he stops glaring so much and instead grins a bit as he stares mischievously at his boyfriend. ❝ Two words. Hell and no. I don’t really want to get up right now and go torture myself with the knowledge that somehow you of all people managed to bring up ex-methods to solve my so called ‘behavior problems’ and put me in that dumb chair of silence! Instead, I could continue teasing you about your weird morning fan fiction habits. I mean you read space porn but instead I could just be sucking your dick right now. Who needs plot lines when you have orgasms. Literally makes less sense than that time you and Rachel made out at a party and somehow that made you question if you had the hots for her pre-Broadway, My Headband singing self. So no. Nobody is counting to ten. ❞
If that chair goes off the balcony? There’s going to be another chair later. Think of it as real life version of that The Cat Came Back The Very Next Day song. Only with a chair. That’s how determined Blaine was about the Time Out™ chair. He’d even use one of their joint credit cards to pay for it. Just so Sebastian knew every time he paid the bill that he was chipping on for his least favorite thing in the history of things. The saving grace of Sebastian’s next outburst was the mischief in his boyfriend’s eyes. There was something in that look that always made Blaine’s insides melt. He never fessed up to it because Sebastian didn’t need anymore weapons to use against his willpower (he had dozens) but that look? Made him dizzy. Instead of swooning though? Blaine was about to laugh when he countered back with, “What do you mean? Me of all people?” Thank God he put the iPad on the end table. Because he would have dropped it if he was holding it. “I almost said to hell with the fanfiction but then you had to bring that up? Again,” he grinned lightheartedly, “What is it with your thing about my drunk, teenage make out session with Rachel?”
Of course Sebastian was in a snarky mood! How could Blaine possibly blame him? He was feeling the slight rise of snark coming on before this conversation due to lack of sleep; Sebastian needs his sleep or he gets cranky. But now that the threat of all threats was made he was full on raging with ultimate snark! Usually Blaine only suggested that when Sebastian was being mean to others and hurting the well being of many or one! Wait, was he doing that now? Pouted lips and dangerous daggers for eyes, Sebastian completely ignores the comment about the chair and makes sure not to look at it but instead keep his eyes on Blaine. ❝ You can go sit in it, you bossy, nerd-porn loving diva. That’d be fun for you. You could stare at the wall and imagine it’s some Star Trek fuck staring back at you. ❞ he tests with an evil smirk beginning to pull at his lips..
The fact that Sebastian has categories of snark and ultimate reasons why that coincide with the Threat of Threats™ being made should be proof positive that he without a doubt deserves his Time Out chair. Why it was created in the first place–also–goes hand in hand with that very reason. And–most importantly and most hated by his other half–why Blaine won’t let them get rid of it. Not to mention that the Time Out chair was invented by Blaine Anderson himself and he found it not only quite effective in teaching Sebastian when to reel it back. But! Entertaining as hell. Most of the time. Others? Well.. Let’s see how this unfolds. “What’s up with the look of death?” Bowing his chin towards his collar–Blaine gives Sebastian a deadpan stare over the top of his iPad before gently tucking it onto the end table beside the couch. Placing both hands in his lap–he patiently corrects the first error in Sebastian’s statement. “It wasn’t Star Trek. It was Star Wars. Second,” he hums, “Does someone need to count to ten?”
Sebastian’s stare instantly jumps to his boyfriend’s face to find that evil eyebrow lift! Sebastian furrows his own brows instantly and makes a dramatic effort to close the magazine he was reading and throw it off to the side on the coffee table. ❝ You. Wouldn’t. Dare, Blaine… ❞ he grumbles, glaring. No way! Blaine was obviously joking. The both of them together had ruled that out as a complete NON-efficient method! It was actually such an efficient method. Why is Sebastian such a man child at times? The world may never know.
Watching Sebastian’s antics and not laughing was almost asking too much for someone who had yet to finish off his morning afternoon coffee. Last night was a late one… “Oh. I. Would. Dare, Sebastian…,” Blaine quips up from the corner of the sofa he was nuzzled into with his iPad and wake-me-up dose of AO3 fanfic. You’d think with the reason why last night didn’t end until the sun came up that someone (Sebastian) would be in a much less snarky mood. You’d think! But you’d be wrong! No worries. Setting him right with the Threat of Threats™ was easy peasy. “Try me. Your chair’s looking awfully lonely. It’s been a while.”
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