Sebastian couldn’t help but find humor in the way Blaine got so spooked over these kind of movies; It was a mix of adorable and laughable. Maybe this whole watching the classic Halloween with no lights on was unfair to his fiance but Blaine had his face buried so deep in Sebastian’s lap now that he barely believed Blaine could hear the sounds of people being murdered anymore. Shifting his eyes back on the screen and running a hand through Blaine’s curls once again, he finds himself distracted away from the movie when his clingy other half moves his face even more. God damn, Blaine was burrowing his head right into Sebastian’s crotch area. Before he even really noticed he was becoming hard in his pants. Let’s get one thing clear here: Sebastian Smythe didn’t MEAN to get a boner while watching Michael Myers murder someone onscreen. It wasn’t that! It was the way Blaine was putting his face in a territory that couldn’t be trusted from getting…well, excited. Moving his hips a little, the taller of the two looks down once again and presses teeth against his bottom lip in un-sureness of if he’ll be able to get this boner to go away. ❝Blaine–❞ he says in complaint.
❝You’re not helping things stay calm down south if you know what I mean.❞
They are now at a place Blaine–not in a million years thought he’d be. He isn’t buried deep enough that the muffled sounds of someone being killed fail to reach his ears. Not yet anyway. And that’s what made noticing the growing firmness inside Sebastian’s pants against his cheek fill his stomach with the weirdest sensation he’s probably ever felt while having his attention drawn to the effect he’s having on his fiance’. Want fills his veins, sets his stomach on whirl and his toes curl where they are tucked underneath the armrest. Wanting Sebastian came easy. Just fingers in his hair and the way he could feel Sebastian’s breathing change? That always does the trick. But..the strangeness came from the way he was burying in deep again as a scream filled the room and Sebastian was pushing up against him? Blaine decides they are–officially–more messed up than he thought they were. Who gets off to this stuff? –No! Don’t let yourself answer that question!– This was an accident–or was it?–that he hadn’t planned on–or did he?–but there was no mistaking Sebastian was getting hard. Backing the idea up by shifting his hips–Sebastian didn’t need to say a word to clue Blaine in. He might be well known for missing the obvious now and then but there’s no missing this. Feeling his heart thundering in his chest like always–Blaine inched up to press a kiss on top of Sebastian’s shirt just above the button of his jeans. His lips stayed there as he whispered. “Um… I can stop?”
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