Sebastian was in bliss. Something about this scared him too. His encounters were never like this. In fact, he hadn’t felt this type of connection even with past boyfriends. He wanted Blaine so incredibly bad in that moment that it honestly freaked him out. The emotions swirling in his head were suppressed with every thrust, every kiss, and every taste of Blaine’s sweet skin. He could keep this up all night, and them some.
But alas, everything came to a stop. Some abruptly before others. When he heard Blaine’s words he let out a highly irritated huff and pulled away to look at him. His eyes were no longer dark with sexuality, but with frustration. “Oh, so coming over wasn’t when you realized that maybe this was the tiniest bit compromising? Or was it the thoughts of me literally balls deep inside of you or the dry humping that made you think “Gee, I’ll stop now and give Sebastian Smythe the WORST case of blue balls?” he pulled away from Blaine and stood up. His voice was incredibly flat with that rant. “I knew I shouldn’t have invited you over. That was such a mistake.”
Grabbing the bottle of wine and the glasses he mindlessly began to put them away. “And if you want I can escort you out. I don’t know if you’d be able to find your way. I’d hate for you to get confused about all the different exits from this house and not be able to choose.” A pained smile was stuck on his face. His eyes were narrowed and he was trying not to show his frustration. And so, he would talk quite a lot.
“It’s time for you to leave, Blaine. Hopefully you didn’t have too much wine.” The expression faded away into Sebastian’s calm and cold arrogance. Whatever frustration he had melted away in the presence of a new demeanor. Walking towards the door he opened it. Pulling out his phone he opened it, and the first thing he went to was Grindr while Blaine remained close by. The sound of notifactions rang. Sebastian hadn’t been on it all day when he knew Blaine was coming over.
“Would you look at that? Seems I’ve found someone who’ll pick up where you left off. And get this, they’re not even 2000 feet away. Glad to know my night wasn’t completely wasted.”
When everything came to a sudden stop–Blaine was left panting for air he didn’t know he wasn’t getting enough of until his burning lungs reminded him. Half lidded eyes opened in a darting flutter underneath a set of crinkled eyebrows that were already repeating Blaine’s apology before he had a chance to speak. He was on the verge when the darkened stare he saw was suddenly a whole lot less intense and wanting and a whole lot more frustrated. Blaine felt immediately more guilty for letting them get this far. –It never should have happened.–
A good chunk of that regret fell as fast as the nose cart of a rollercoaster over the first hill. The dip and swerve Blaine felt following Sebastian’s words made his fingers shake as he buttoned up his pants and zipped them so quick he almost got his boxer briefs in the metal. The ache shifted from between his legs to his stomach. Stuttered words were muted with a press of his lips tightly together. He was on his feet in a sharp motion, pulling down his shirt and refusing to look at his “friend” as he kicked him out and offered him to show him the way.
“I got it–I can figure out where a door is–.” Sebastian was there anyway–leading him where he didn’t need to be lead because? Who forgets where the front door of a house is?
Shock tinted Blaine’s expression. Flushed cheeks lost their color, his mouth dropped and he couldn’t believe the sudden flip of the other’s demeanor and still felt the whiplash. Sebastian was taunting him? –How could I have done this? Period. Much less with someone like–you?– His own anger, at himself and Sebastian and this, burst inside his veins.
Mindless actions for a brain not thinking clearly had the brunt of his palm shoving Sebastian back away from the door and knocking more distance between them. “While you’re at it,” he glared up at him, “Since you have your phone? Delete my number and I’ll do the same. Good. Bye. Sebastian. And good luck. I hope you have a lovely time with whoever.” Saying not another word–Blaine stepped through the threshold so he could get the hell out of here and try to put this night and that boy behind him.
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