❛ 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.”
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.
Sebastian crosses his arms across his chest, leaning back in his seat with a smug smirk as usual. That signature grin that was the straight up definition of ruthlessness. Finally shifting his stare upwards to meet Blaine’s glance, a shadow of mischief drapes over his eyes. An eyebrow cocking up, he pretends to think even though he already knows the answer to the question he had been asked. ❛ I don’t know—- you tell me. ❜ he teases, not even close to done with the game they were playing.
–Wow.– Blaine counted over a minute where Sebastian’s gaze remained firmly locked on his rear. He knew he could force Sebastian to stop by turning slightly left or right. That wasn’t the point. Turning would have meant HE was the one to break. It implied Sebastian got under his skin. In what sort of way? That was up for question. After a blink he was able to quell a few of those ‘would-be’ arguments before they made his heart beat faster than it already secretly was. He could hide that easy. What he couldn’t was the breathless quasi-laugh coming in huffs because his lungs wouldn’t function and his stomach was full of butterflies. “I’m telling you that I was starting to worry you lost control of your eyeballs,” he playfully bantered back surprising himself with how he managed to pull off anything close to a witty retort through the dizziness swirling inside his skull. “Who knows? Your face could have been frozen that way from the last guy you were checking out. I’m sure you heard the saying. Your face’ll freeze that way if you aren’t careful. Figured you could be living proof.”
Being alongside Blaine during a Warblers practice was already a delight in itself for Sebastian But when the shorter two went falling from the desk top, that came as even more as a delight. Under all of Blaine’s apologizing && blushing, Sebastian just smiled from ear to ear; still surprised for what had just happened so quickly but also glad to see he took a soft landing right on top of Sebastian. It’s not like it hurt, Blaine was rather delicate, even when clumsily tumbling off of a surface.
Green irises met the hazel ones that were ever so close, the blush tinting Blaine’s cheeks causing Sebastian to smile even wider than he was before. He just let Blaine stay there, not at all in any rush to shoo him off. When the other Warbler had fallen, Sebastian kind of just fell to the ground with him as a grunt was let out. But what he hadn’t noticed was that now his arms wereprotectively around Blaine, holding him back. Perhaps even the same small blush hiding behind his ability to keep it cool. It was a storm of butterflies in his stomach. ❛ —–No rush. I wouldn’t want you to fall again if you got up too fast. ❜ he joked teasingly, laughing lightly as eyes stay locked on Blaine’s.
One knee and then the other touched against the wooden floorboards on either side of Sebastian’s hips and Blaine felt the ever-so-slight shift of his position ricochet through every inch of his frame. Every part of him felt like gravity lost all reason and decided to go every which way to the point he was dizzy everywhere. Not just in his head. His entire body felt a twisting, spiraling tug and pull that pushed the air out of his lungs and caused the smallest noise of a gasp he tried to muffle with a tight pressing together of his lips. Sebastian did that to him just now. Sebastian took hold of whatever sense of balance Blaine had and turned it into a jumble of a speeding pulse and desperate breaths he struggled to cover up with a pathetic attempt at chuckling.
Try as he may? He couldn’t ignore the effect that noticing the tingling warmth sinking in from the warm press of their stomachs together and the way–this close–he could see a sheen of wet coating Sebastian’s bottom lip had on him. His first gut instinct was denied as he licked his own in a compromise of his willpower to stay cool. So close! Too close. Just close enough. A tiny tilt of his head and an inch or two of a lean and he’d be able to–No! He wasn’t looking.– Yes. Yes he was. Thick black lashes opened wide enough that he could flick a glance back up to Sebastian’s eyes. Blaine’s breath hitched but he smiled and managed to barely accomplish a nod. “Right–right. Don’t need to crush you again.” Did he really sound that strained? “No rush.” Without looking away, his left hand was drawn up from where it was clutching Sebastian’s shoulder. “A-Are you ok? Didn’t mean to–” Another round of fireworks went off in his stomach as he cupped Sebastian’s cheek and his thumb spread out from the others to the edge of his mouth. “Ahh–Sorry,” he smiled. Whatever he was about to say choked when he felt his fingertip grow damp and he groaned instead.
Sebastian stays weirdly calm as Blaine turns to notice the fact he was being checked out. Getting caught just added to the fun. The same cheeky pull at the corner of his lips staying present as eyes shift up north to the hazel ones that are looking across at him. Sebastian bites down on his lip lightly, chin tilting back ever so subtly. ❛ Oh, trust me. I know where your eyes are. I was just choosing to let my eyes appreciate a different part of your body. ❜
Blaine couldn’t believe how long it took Sebastian to look up after he made it obvious that he was caught –because he knew Sebastian knew, he just decided to ignore being busted so he could see what Blaine’s reaction was–. There was one even if he was determined not to. It hit him hard and knocked away his plan to not reactwith minimal effort. He didn’t expect to stand there feeling his throat tighten the more he tuned into the look on Sebastian’s face. Mainly his eyes and how Sebastian stared at him. Blaine could feel that stare. Because no one looked at him the way he did. Sebastian had his own way that dug deep if he didn’t catch it in time to try to block it out–and fail every time. “Okay-okay,” he choked, “Knock it off.” Or don’t. “Does your libido ever shut off? Or are you always like this?” Was that a smile he was trying to hide with a ‘you got to be kidding me’ eyeballing? No. No. –Never!–
He’s been staring at Blaine’s ass for a few seconds now. For a moment he wonders how long it will take for Blaine to notice, but yet, it doesn’t stop him; partially because he hopes Blaine will notice.
A creepy feeling of being watched pulls his attention from digging through his bag to search for the source. He should’ve known.Sebastian.Staring right at his ass. Hazel eyes sparkle contrasting his immediate ‘incredulous’ brow lift and –would-be if it was serious but it’s far from it because Sebastian is just being Sebastian– glare. "Uhm..Sebastian? My eyes are,” he finishes with a gesture at eye level cheekily smiling in flabbergasted disbelief. The guy never takes a break. Does he?
“ Are you sure? Your stuttering tells me otherwise. But no worries, Blaine. You don’t have to be ashamed about it. We all have dirty thoughts. In fact, you should take pride in them. So just admit it, you’ve totally thought about us together. Super hot. “
“I’m not stuttering. Okay-maybe-a-little but can you blame me? Do you hear yourself right now? Listen. I’m not admitting to whatever fantasy you have in mind about my fantasies. Super hot or not. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit here and go right along with you. I’m too–what did you call me–bashful for that. Remember? Your words not mine.”
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