❛ Oh, damn. My apologies, my hearings a little off today. Can you repeat that a little louder?❜
“A bo–. You’re so sneaky I almost fell for it. No. How old are you? Five? Really, Sebastian? Sometimes I can’t pin down what is wrong with you exactly. Don’t you dare tell me it’s poor hearing either. We both know your ears work fine.”
❛ A bo-what?A boat? Bowling ball? Boxing glove? Blaine, buddy—– you’re going to have to be more specific if you want me to understand what you’re trying to say. The only thing that’s impossible here is trying to get you to finish your words.❜
“You know you’re the worst, right? I don’t have a –God you’re so– a boner, Sebastian. I don’t have a boner and you know it.”
❛ About the whole notebook theory, I’m afraid not. I just happen to be good with improv. But let’s back track a moment——- you never quite finished that last thought. You don’t have a what? You said nevermind so I didn’t really have a chance to pick up what you were putting down. Finish your thought, I can wait. Lacrosse practice was cancelled. What don’t you have, Blaine?❜
“I should have known you weren’t going to let that go. We both know you’re picking up EXACTLY what I’m putting down but fine. I’m in the mood today to call someone’s bluff. Might as well be yours. A bo– Y-You know you’re impossible? Completely impossible.”
❛ Your pants are especially tight in the jackpot spot today, Blaine… Either you borrowed some skinny jeans from Fashionista Hummel or you have a boner.❜
“Did I really just hear you use the term jackpot spot, Sebastian? I have to ask–Do you have a notebook where you write this stuff down to use at a later date? Or do you just wing it? For your information–No. I don’t have a–nevermind. Hello to you, too.”
Somehow Sebastian knew Blaine wasn’t going to end up moving from the position. Hungry mouths met all so quickly, a small kiss shifting into lips hard against each others. A chill is sent down his back like a lightning rod ( A good one at that ) as the taste of fresh winter mint makes it’s way into his senses. Though his eyes are closed, they’re metaphorically being opened as a whole new far with Blaine is made. Sebastian kissed back with a fired up passion && with that came a whole new level of desire, as if in one second it all clicked together. Heavy movements of hands && lips were in sync between the two, like the universe had been trying to get them to touch for as long as time. It felt like a dream, it couldn’t be real. But Sebastian would let it happen without any hesitation at all, because he wanted this more than ever. Already he knew this would be the hookup he doesn’t regret. The walls of Blaine’s masked desires were opened now && Sebastian didn’t plan on closing them back up. As he felt the pressure of the other grinding against his erection, Sebastian lets out a low moan to match Blaine’s. That same moan that Blaine vocalized into his mouth drove Sebastian wild. The Warbler feels his instincts to take over heightening.
Sebastian begins deepening the kiss && sliding the hand that stayed on Blaine’s thigh up until he was palming against Blaine’s dick to hear another moan. His other free hand moves upwards to the back of Blaine’s neck to pull him in closer. Never before has he kissed on the lips during a time like this, because intimacy often meant connected feelings. But the feelings were already there, they had been since Sebastian first laid eyes on Blaine. It finally felt right to kiss someone else, finally with his eyes closed. It was so worth the wait all this time, because now he could let himself sink into the bath of caress. He continues teasing the pressure of his hand in between Blaine’s legs, a groan let out. Sebastian can’t get enough, not yet.
Fingernails scraped over the rigid fabric of the rug they were sprawled out on top of as Sebastian’s hand drug up his thigh and began to rub against him. The bold move turned every ounce of self control Blaine was fighting so hard to keep topsey turvey and any hint of subtlety was as broken as his willpower to keep it. This was no longer innocent–when was it?–and nothing he could escape from letting go and not caring how obvious it became that he was full of want and unravelling at breakneck speed. Sebastian catching the back of his neck and pulling him close did nothing to muffle the sharp cry the last of his will being torn apart ripped out of him. The barely there movements of his body turned into a writhing mess that desperately pushed back against the warmth of Sebastian’s hand. Blaine’s mouth was frozen open and eyes wide but blind to anything in the room other than the mouth he was being guided towards so Sebastian could take over and deepen the kiss. –Oh God, he was sunk and didn’t care. He’d drown if Sebastian would let him.–
Please let me.
What mystified Blaine was the last glimpse he saw before he squeezed his eyes shut. Sebastian with his eyes closed but somehow capable of looking so determined and as lost as he was with each deft shift of pressure over his zipper like Sebastian already knew exactly where to touch and where Blaine needed it most–almost. As he drug his palms over the rug, one slid over to connect with Sebastian’s shoulder then down the side of his arm where it followed the long line of textured muscles and shifting tendons underneath his blazer. Lower. Blaine’s hips hitched up to make room for one more hand. If he’d just stop moving and grinding against him it’d be so much easier, but he couldn’t so Blaine didn’t force himself to. An aria of moans that were once deep became high and if a whimper could ever be a beg for more? This was how it would sound like coming from him, Blaine knew it. A thumb grazed the delicate skin lining Sebastian’s wrist but didn’t stop from joining the others as they trembled and guided the tips of Sebastian’s fingers to his belt buckle. Inside of Sebastian’s mouth a, “P-Please. Don’t stop. I need you. I need you so much it hurts,” that never would’ve seen the light of day echoed back into his own ears. He shuddered all the way up his spine at how it sounded combined with their heavy breaths and the rustle of clothing and pressed Sebastian’s thumb harder against the metal. –Want you so bad.–
Valentines Day, he despised it. A day dedicated to love, something he’d never been an expert at. Since coming to New York, it hadn’t been anything but drunken one night stands with selective randoms && solitude. After high school, ties were broken with anyone he got to know. Though on this Valentines Day evening in particular, Sebastian was planning on going to one of the city restaurants to meet someone he’d met on a dating app. Not really his style, but things had already become so different that he figured shaking things up was healthy. ( Even if that wasn’t the truth )
Walking through the door, his eyes scanned the room. He didn’t see the person he was supposed to be meeting just yet, but he did see someone; it was him. Blaine Anderson, sitting alone at a table with a glum expression on his face. Ignoring the waiter that greeted him at the door, he is frozen in his stance for a moment. It feels like he’s been staring for a thousand years before he snaps out of it. His head says to avoid Blaine at all costs out of fear, but his heart is screaming for him to give at least a simple hello. Pushing the nerves to the back of his mind, Sebastian walks over to the table with a light whistle. Hovering above Blaine with his hands in his pockets, he forces out words to the one he’s missed for years. ❛ —-Either you got stood up or you really hate Italian food…❜
What was he thinking when he agreed to a Valentine’s Day hook up on Tinder? How much lower was he going to scrape to not spend his formerly favoritethe worst holiday alone? The guy was cute. Their conversation–if you could call it that–was pleasant enough? Sort of. Blaine was fairly certain by the glimpse of him he got through the window of the restaurant they were supposed to meet at down the street that he was even more attractive in person. His hand was on the doorhandle but a wave of anxiety caved in his throat, his palms instantly became clammy and breathing was an alien concept he forgot about thanks to the tightness in his chest. –I can’t do this.– So? He left. He stood up a guy on Valentine’s Day. How much more awful can you get but Tinder would have an unending supply of guys to fall back on. Or that’s the excuse Blaine used to take the edge off his guilty conscience.
Of course that meant that he had to be sitting alone in the middle of a restaurant full of couples. He was that pathetic guy who got the pitying look from the bartender and a free sympathy drink that was more alcohol than mixer. His dinner was pushed off to the side and he hovered over his second round, chin propped on the heel of his palm and a lost look on his face until he froze at the sound of a voice. –No. Way.– Letting the straw he was jabbing at ice with fall and feeling the color rush to his face thanks to his heart swelling and bursting into a breakneck speed inside, Blaine looked up. Blinked. Blinked again. Then smiled the first real smile in forever. “Sebastian! Se–What are you doing here? –How?” Of all the places in the world, on all the days and anywhere else in the city that Seb could go? Things just added up that he was standing beside his chair? How was that even possible? Blaine had no idea but he had no idea in the best way anyone could have no idea–EVER.
Sebastian respectively stayed quiet while propped against the wall ( Semi choosing silence for now because he was too scared to do anything else )&& watched Blaine with a forced half smile, listening to him add more to his answer && somehow shift from from a simple great to nervous. Of course he was nervous, from all Sebastian knew it was pretty normal to be nervous on your wedding day. Sebastian connected with the feeling all too much in a different sort of way, like two puzzle pieces seeming as if they are meant to fit together but the slightest difference comes between them being the perfect match. Why? Because Sebastian was more nervous than ever right now too. Not for the same reasons, but because thoughts were floating around that somehow needed to end in him admitting his love. As Blaine proclaimed his happiness, Sebastian tries to smile as best as he can, but still hanging his head low. Some part of him hoped that Blaine had to make it so clear because it wasn’t the truth. Almost forgetting to answer for a brief amount of time, he drops out of deep thought && stutters a moment.
❛ Oh, uh—— ❜ He scrunches his nose, trying to remember what was going on after getting lost in his nervousness. Fuck, he thought. He was being so obvious, it wasn’t too hard to see that Sebastian was off his game. Luckily for him Blaine could be a little clueless at times. ( A part of him that Sebastian, of course, loved ) Swallowing what felt like a lump growing in his throat, he coughs to mask the heavy breathing that had become his anxieties. ❛ I’m sorry, Blaine… What were you saying? I think the glass of champagne I had is getting to my head. ❜Lies. It was something else that was getting to his head && that couldn’t be closer to the truth.
Blaine watched the tip of his finger drag across the polished countertop of the vanity he leaned on. Sebastian was being quiet. Abnormally quiet enough that Blaine couldn’t help picking up on something being off. A giant something that the back of his mind reached out, touched and caused his stomach to gnaw itself as it clenched up while he played a game of connect the dots that he didn’t really have to play to figure out the reason why.
The image of Sebastian came into view and he watched him in the glass. Cowardly as it was– Blaine made no move to turn around. Sure, he was great at pretending and lying to himself that he was clueless as to what might be going through Sebastian’s mind to freeze his usual quicksilver tongue. Didn’t mean he could lie to himself while standing there in a silence that swallowed him up more and more the longer it lasted. What’d that say about him that he didn’t have to look Sebastian in the eye to know what he’d find if he did? Or that he was glad that, for now, if he kept his back turned to him purposefully? He wouldn’t have to face it in person.
Sebastian continued to stare at the floor. Blaine continued to watch the glass image of a man who was battling with demons Blaine wasn’t sure should be let free. Not here. Not now. Because it was too late. ‘Clueless’–maybe sometimes–but he was not an idiot. Sebastian’s face was crumpling and Blaine’s stomach bottomed out. The sound of a cough made Blaine press his fingers against the vanity until their tips drained of color. What was he saying? He didn’t remember! Blaine’s mouth opened–silently stuttering for a reply that didn’t come easy–he tried so hard to come up with something wildly blinking out of the daze his own anxiousness to open his mouth brought on. “—-I don’t remember. I’d blame the champagne but I haven’t touched the stuff since this morning. I don’t–Sorry–W-What were you saying?” That wasn’t supposed to be what came out. A garbled mess of nothing mixed with repeating back what Sebastian said? What the hell?
Sebastian was PAST the point, he’d recognize any reactions to himself on Blaine, but he’d have enjoyed it, if he could. As it was, he was more concerned with keeping himself upright and teaching Blaine about the importance of gay culture. He made small frustrated huff, when Blaine asked him if he was into comic books. But his sour mood got lighter when Blaine seemed to recognize the name Brian Kinney. He smiled, the type of smile he managed to make charming when he wasn’t out of it, but that looked slightly too bright as he closed his eyes and lifted eyebrows with a small shrug, looking at him again. ‘Both’share my wet dreams.’ There was a dreamy sigh. ‘You makeme, make. Me. Need. Killer.’ Another light frustrated sound. ‘Need so much. Smell so good, Blainers.’ This time, he followed pliantly when Blaine restarted them on their path. He wasn’t so sure of what was happening. But once there was an open car door on his front, he managed to process enough to stumble inside it. Not without hammering his forehead to it, however. ‘ ‘UCK.’ He groans, before giggling. ‘Shit’s gon hurt tomorrow.’ As soon as he can reach Blaine ( or thinks he can ) he slips to his side, trying to find a shoulder to stop his face on.
Blaine couldn’t believe he was getting schooled in anything gay culture or worse –comic books– by a drunk Sebastian. Considering the other topic this conversation teetered on? He might go with it. Even pretend he had no idea who BATMAN was if it kept Sebastian occupied. Sort of like tossing a wasted cat a ball of yarn to keep it from clawing the furniture or nose diving off the top of the fridge for grins. Something along those lines. Once again, Sebastian made a face that made Blaine’s eyebrows steeple together because of how amusingly adorkable it was and him make a note to bring a friend along next time to witness this because no one would believe Sebastian pulled off drunk!cute so sweetly that it’d cause cavities. If it wasn’t sprinkled with talks about–there it was! Wet dreams and sex. Blaine swallowed thick past the flip-flop feeling Sebastian’s drunken confession battered the insides of his stomach with, gave him a tight smile and lead him to the cab. “Oh crap! Crap! Are you okay?!” He scrambled in to check out Sebastian’s forehead even though the idiot–and he thought the term fondly–giggled like it was no big thing. “Yeah it is. I’m so not taking the blame for not protecting you that time. You didn’t give me a chance to!!–.” Uhm–! Apparently they were cab ride snuggle buddies™. Blaine’s arm awkwardly fit itself between the cab seat and the small of Sebastian’s back. He decided wrapping it around him would be more comfortable and he held on to keep Sebastian still and not bonk his head a second time for another fresh lump.
I know exactly what I’m asking you, && I know you wanna have fun with me, Blaine. Nobody has to know, regret free. It will be our dirty little secret. Just you && me, sexy.
❜
he whispers back, tongue sliding across his lips as his hand runs up his chest slowly, feeling his skin && fantasizing the touch was from no other than Blaine Anderson himself. A moment of silence passed before he smirks, knowing the silence was because of what he had just said. Sebastian loved shocking people into not being able to speak at all.
❛
After tonight? I’ll pretend like it never even happened. My lips will be sealed, free of charge. Unless you count making me cum as a fair trade… ❜
he wished that he didn’t have to add the part about him pretending like it never even happened afterwards. Sebastian wished that in some perfect world they could have phone sex && be able to remember it && talk about it afterwards, but Sebastian knew Blaine wasn’t openly into him.
He knew that a happy ending just wasn’t how his life worked out, && if he had to take the bittersweet version of things, he gladly would. He would take the best he could get with Blaine because as long as it meant spending time with him, it was more than good enough. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was phone sex or not, but phone sex was a way to be bold. Boldness was always something Sebastian used to get Blaine’s attention. Sebastian just happened to be beyond hot && bothered for Blaine since they first met. Sebastian wanted this, he wanted it now. Maybe Blaine would realize how amazing it feels to drown in all of the attention Sebastian has to offer for just a moment. Even if it was a fluke moment of intimacy && never being able to experience it again, it was a risk he would take.
Of course Sebastian knew what he was asking Blaine to do and Blaine knew he didn’t care either. His whisper rose goosebumps along Blaine’s arms, legs. A heavy sigh broke apart and turned into a whimper left his lip that the back of Blaine’s hand lingering there did nothing to hide. “After tonight? You promise? Not a word–” His bargaining was cut short by a gasp at a mention of ‘fair trade’ that had his pulse so fast and hard that he felt turned upside down. Like he could even pretend he had a leg to stand on anymore. If he did it was barely doing it’s job as his fingertips grazed over that newly exposed skin above his waistband and he felt his body give into a chilled shudder. More pinpricks of rose in their wake along Blaine’s stomach as a heat pooled inside to contrast it so much that he squirmed and glanced down. “Oh God–,” he mumbled softly trying to get control of his tongue to speak raggedly into the phone. “Yeah. I think that’s fair–,” Blaine had to cough or choke so he picked the first one just to clear his voice. Trying to ground himself–this was for Sebastian not him–was a huge failure. Suddenly, he wanted it to be about him, too. He knew his resolve was broken and blamed it on not being prepared. Sebastian always required a certain amount of carefulness when he dealt with him. This phone call gave him no time to plant his feet firmly in the ground he knew he’d have his footing on tested repeatedly by the boy on the other end of the line because that’s just how he worked. How they worked.
The bulge in his underwear begged for relief but he was supposed to be keeping control of himself. Not hesitating his touch just shy of the curve along his hip that his whole body pulled his attention towards–physically–. Sebastian had all the rest and wasn’t going to lose it any time soon. His hand wasn’t supposed to be where it was in the first place. It was. He kept quiet about it but he wanted it there and wanted it to move underneath the elastic hem of his pants and boxers. A notion that happened as he thought it and imagined what Sebastian looked and what he was doing to himself knowing that he was the reason for Sebastian being such a mess of want. What he found when he dipped it inside them and curled his fingers instinctively around was proof that he didn’t want to stop. He knew he should stop. He was awful for not stopping. But he only squeezed tighter and breathed heavier, wetter with an open mouth and lungs desperate for air. Sebastian stole his breath many more times than just this once for many different reasons. Some that had him in this position–laid back in his sheets, grinding against his palm and panting a name through them, “Sebastian,” the sound that accompanied it was a pitch reserved for the private audience of one–himself–and never once did someone else hear that desperation in his voice. Blaine was beet red down to his neck, chewing on his lips furiously but stopped just to whisper. “I have no idea what I’m doing here–but I don’t want to stop,” he rushed out the words in a hush before he could think them over and lose the nerve.
‘Don’t get you.’ Sebastian mumbled, at Blaine’s joke, too drunk to understand, though he wasn’t drunk enough not to appreciate Blaine’s strong arms working to keep him up straight. At the other’s remark, Sebastian rose eyebrows then screwed them together. Then he laughed. All but a giggle. ‘Think you’re drunker than me killer.’ He snickered. For some reason, the prospect of Blaine being drunker than him was highly amusing. He breathed in, as they got to the cold air outside, and gave Blaine a rather unimpressed look. ‘I still know that, Blainers. Certainly. Not your dick.’ He remarked at the other’s unnecessary announcement, about that being his neck. The next question made Sebastian stop cold on his tracks, almost bringing them both down as he did. ‘Whoah.’ He chuckled, before regaining his scowl. ‘How can you NOT know ‘bout Rage, Blainers. Are you NOT──── a man, gay man man gay.’ Frown. Before pointing at him, ‘Of SUBSTANCE??’ He stopped him, placing both unsteady hands on his shoulders. ‘Rage. Killer. Rage. Gay
─── Best hero. Rage.’ He purses his lips lightly frustrated, before remembering something. ‘Brian. Brian Kinney’s Rage. You should be flatter’d.’
Blaine couldn’t help but laugh at the face Sebastian pulled when he tried to lay blame on HIM being the most drunk. The way he exaggerated his trademark look of ‘wow, I’m staring at an idiot’ eyebrow lift? Blaine wished he took a picture to prove how ridiculously cute he could be when he was too wasted to care. –No he did not just think of or use that word in relation to Sebastian.– He did. It was easy to dismiss when it was followed up by THAT. “Right. Right. Definitely not. Oop! They were stopping! Blaine’s eyes flew open and his, “Woah!”, echoed Seb’s. Blaine’s only more caught off guard. His grin disappeared with a skid to catch his footing so they both wouldn’t fall. Close but so far, neither ended up on the ground. Oh no. Here came the ‘serious drunk talk’ and Blaine couldn’t wait to see what was going to come next. That comparison was the last thing he’d expect. He stuttered out a quick, “Hang on. Comic books? When were you into comic books,” after a Cooper-esque jab of a finger in his direction. “Okayyy then. Uhm–,” Blaine pressed his lips tight and hung his head in feigned shame. Even heavily sighed at himself to top it off. “How did I not follow you. Thanks though. I am flattered. Brian Kinney’s. Really?” He grinned when their eyes met before he stepped out of Seb’s grip to wrap one arm around his waist. The other patted his chest through his nod at the cab. Fair warning they were about to start moving. “Alright, Seb. Time to go before you pass out on me. Because carrying you up a bunch of stone steps isn’t something I wanna do tonight.”
pianokeysandbowties back up 