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Despite All Of This
by facethefall
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Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Fandom: Glee
Relationship:
Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Summary:
Blaine prefers the term "friends with benefits", but Sebastian has always been fond of "fuck buddies", instead.
Notes:
Warnings: semi-public sex, oral sex without condoms.
Notes: AU after 4x04. Diverges from the canon timeline in a few places, but that was mostly due to my laziness.
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Chapter 1
The music inside Scandals is loud as Blaine calls his order out to the bartender. He’s never been on a Saturday night before and the environment is totally different than during the middle of the week — the lights are lower, the music is louder, the dance floor is full of people his own age. It’s a little overwhelming, but in a good way. It gives him something to focus on besides the dull ache in his chest, the constant pounding in his head, New York and Vogue and his ex-boyfriend.
He takes a sip, the liquor burning just a little as it slides down his throat. He’s not sure what exactly he’s looking for tonight. He wants to let loose and have fun for the first time in months, since his cell phone had been glued to his hand with Kurt’s voicemail playing constantly in his ears. He’s tired of beating himself up, tired of his texts going unanswered, tired of taking complete blame for a break up that was a result of so many things wrong in their relationship. Maybe it’s immature and selfish, but he just wants to forget for a while; to drink and dance and leave New York City as far from his mind as possible
He looks around the dance floor, running his fingers through the condensation that collects on his glass. It’s hard to see the men that are here, the lights too low to make out much of anything. But he sees bodies pressed together; arms around shoulders, hands on hips, lips crushed together. He feels heat in his stomach that he blames on the alcohol rising up, the warmth settling in his cheeks. He’s never been allowed to look before, to be so blatant in wanting something. He watches as a few people look from the dance floor, feels his skin prickle as their eyes drift up and down his body.
The rest of his drink is finished with a final gulp, the warm liquid washing down his throat as he swallows. He wipes his mouth with the bar napkin that his drink was sitting on, collecting a few drops of soda water that cling to the corner of his mouth. The bartender calls from behind him, asking if he wants another drink and Blaine turns around, resting his elbows on the dark wood of the bar.
“Not right now, but can I keep my tab open?” Blaine asks. He’s not done drinking, but he wants to dance.
“A tab won’t be necessary,” a voice says from behind him and Blaine recognizes it instantly. “I’m buying his drinks.”
Blaine turns around, colors spinning in front of his eyes as he moves. Sebastian looks good, but Sebastian always looks good. Blaine drags his eyes up Sebastian’s body; up his long legs, his narrow waist, the broad stretch of his shoulders. His stomach tightens when he sees Sebastian’s smirk, just a hint of teeth showing, and it’s easy enough to blame it on the alcohol flowing through his body.
“You don’t have to do that,” Blaine says, already smiling as Sebastian moves closer. He squeezes his way in between Blaine and the barstool next to him, leaning on the bar while their feet mix together.
“Don’t mention it,” Sebastian says before turning to the bartender. “Two tequila shots, please.”
It’s on Blaine’s lips before Sebastian finishes speaking, the apology and excuses about why he shouldn’t take the offered shot. But then he remembers that it’s okay to have fun with Sebastian, to do something that was previously forbidden.
The bartender, a man in a too-tight vest and highlights from fifteen years ago, pours their shots, holding the liquor bottle up high as it drops into their shot glasses. Blaine watches as the small glasses are filled and doesn’t know how to tell Sebastian that he’s never tried tequila before.
“Lime or salt?” The bartender asks as he slides the shots carefully across the bar, not even a drop of alcohol spilling out of them.
“No training wheels for me,” Sebastian says, taking the shots in his hand and offering one to Blaine. “Blaine?”
Blaine looks at the amber colored liquid. “Can I get a lime, please?” He asks.
The bartender places a wedge on a cocktail napkin and passes it over.
“To second chances,” Sebastian says, clinking their glasses together and Blaine is bringing the shot to his lips before he can stop himself.
It burns, so much more than his earlier drink. He coughs at the end of it, reaching for the lime and sinking his teeth in, sucking out the juice until his throat stops burning and he can take a deep breath. Sebastian is watching him intently, the shot glass still gripped in his hand, but now empty. Blaine removes the fruit from his mouth, but licks his lips slowly, collecting the excess juice with his tongue. He smacks his lips together, the tartness of the lime juice making his mouth pucker just a bit.
“So,” Sebastian drawls, pulling up a stool next to Blaine. He angles his chair so they’re facing each other and Blaine sits down on his. “I didn’t think I’d see you here again.”
Blaine shrugs a shoulder casually, slouching down just a bit in his seat so their knees brush together. “Well here I am,” he says, hoping Sebastian doesn’t want any more of an explanation.
“Are you here alone?” is all he asks and Blaine nods once. Sebastian’s grin is huge and he steps down from the barstool. “Then I think we should dance.”
It’s exactly what Blaine wants to hear, hopping down from his seat and following Sebastian out to the dance floor. The song is loud and he doesn’t recognize the lyrics, but he can feel the bass beating in the center of his chest. They pass through bodies, making their way to the back of the small area for dancing. Sebastian slides his hands around Blaine’s hips easily and then they’re pressed together; chests, thighs, knees. It’s so different from the last time Blaine was here dancing with him, now that he’s allowed to want this, doesn’t have to feel guilty about enjoying the way their bodies move together. The alcohol doesn’t make him uncoordinated or sloppy, it just puts everything into a nice haze, making his arms and legs loose and the dancing comes easily.
He loops his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and pulls them closer together, until he can feel Sebastian’s belt buckle rubbing against his lower stomach. The feeling it gives him is something he’s been searching for for months; to be wanted, to be acknowledged, to know that he’s the only thing on someone else’s mind.
“I almost forgot how hot you are,” Sebastian says, bringing his face down to speak into Blaine’s ear. He must be talking at a normal volume, but the music is so loud that it sounds like he’s whispering. He sneaks his hands from Blaine’s waist around to his back, until his fingers are dancing beneath the tight denim of Blaine’s jeans. “Almost.” He lets his fingertips rest there, not dipping in any farther, even though Blaine has the sudden desire to know what it feels like to have Sebastian’s hands gripping onto him.
Blaine doesn’t respond, just moves a half step closer and rocks up on his feet, forcing Sebastian's hands to slide farther down his ass. The guilt is starting to slip away with each beat of the music; the guilt of cheating, the guilt of wanting someone else, the guilt of the knowing that it's okay to want someone else. He doesn't want to stop and think about why it took Sebastian’s hands on him to figure that out, why he suddenly has nothing else on his mind besides the way Sebastian’s chest feels pressed against his.
The song changes, switching from one loud, thumping beat to the next, and Blaine moves with it. He pulls back from where his face is pressed into Sebastian's neck and half expects to see Sebastian eyeing the room, looking for the next boy he's going to fuck. What he sees instead, is Sebastian with his eyes closed, opening only when he feels Blaine pull back. Sebastian raises an eyebrow as Blaine looks him over, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Blaine's more than a little surprised when he feels a surge of want zip through him, how he has to psychically hold himself back from pushing up and kissing Sebastian in the middle of the dance floor. It rocks him like a punch to his stomach, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded. He's spent the entire breakup being so absolutely certain that he'd never want anyone but Kurt again, that he couldn't. He can barely think back to the moment of getting dressed afterwards without a wave of nausea hitting him, remembering how he slowly tugged on his shirt while Eli joked from somewhere off behind him. He had thought that was all the confirmation he would ever need, that he wouldn’t ever want anyone besides Kurt.
Blaine takes a deep breath and steadies himself using the alcohol to bolster his confidence — and he doesn't think of Kurt at all as he tugs on the collar of Sebastian's shirt, pulling him down so he can whisper in Sebastian’s ear. "Do you want to grab another drink?"
Sebastian's teeth nip at Blaine's jaw and Blaine jolts, straightening his back, and turns to press his cheek closer to Sebastian’s willing mouth. "No," Sebastian says and Blaine can't stop his mouth from dropping open in shock. He tightens his grip on Sebastian's collar and pulls back. Maybe he read the entire situation wrong. Maybe Sebastian doesn’t want him, doesn’t want someone so broken. He casts his eyes down, ready to grab a bottle of water from the bar and drive himself home.
Sebastian runs his finger along the bottom of Blaine’s jaw, pressing up until his mouth is closed. “I don’t want to get a drink,” Sebastian explains, his voice smooth and his eyes locked with Blaine’s. “Because if we have another drink, you might not remember this in the morning.” He pauses, long enough to drop his arms back to Blaine’s waist, pulling closer until his knee is pressed high along the inside of Blaine’s thigh. Blaine’s entire body burns, from the bottom of his stomach to the tips of his ears, and he slouches down into Sebastian’s touch. Sebastian doesn’t even flinch under the added weight, just tightens his grip and Blaine can feel the muscles in his arms clench. “And I want you to remember every second,” Sebastian finishes, dropping his face until their foreheads are nearly touching, a few strands of Sebastian’s hair caught in between.
Blaine had given little thought to the moment where he would kiss someone new, to when he would want to. Late at night, after staring at his silent phone for hours, he had thoughts that drifted to people who he wanted to kiss that weren’t Kurt. It gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach and he would roll over, typing out a text that was sure to go unanswered.
His heels slip out of the back of his shoes as he reaches up to slot their lips together. Sebastian makes a surprised noise, but Blaine can feel when Sebastian smiles into the kiss. It’s short, and Blaine tries to follow Sebastian’s lips as he pulls back. Sebastian chuckles and presses a kiss to Blaine’s cheek.
“Are you sure you want this?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine hardly has to think before he has his answer.
It’s in the way he’s licking his lips, chasing after the taste of Sebastian on them. It’s how he hasn’t pretended Sebastian was anyone else, new or old, from the moment he laid eyes on him in the bar tonight. It’s the way Blaine notices how Sebastian’s cheeks are stained red, and the trail of sweat dripping down his neck.
Maybe he should be surprised at how quickly he has his answer, but then again, maybe he shouldn’t. There’d always been something about Sebastian; from his first bit of cockiness that caught Blaine so completely off guard, to his apology in The Lima Bean. Sebastian had always been there, something he needed to convince himself he didn’t want, telling himself over and over even when he was happy with someone else.
He tilts his head back up as Sebastian leans down, and they meet in the middle. Their lips open at the same time as their hips grind to the beat of the music, Blaine’s breath leaving him entirely at the onslaught of sensations. His arms move on their own, sliding up Sebastian’s back until they’re resting on his shoulders, and Blaine dips his fingers under the collar of Sebastian’s shirt to press into the warm skin. Sebastian kisses him like he wants to do nothing else, and it has been so long since Blaine has felt this way. Sebastian pushes his tongue past Blaine’s lips, licking inside his mouth. Blaine’s head is clouded with tequila and arousal, but he’s aware enough to kiss back. He pulls back to bite at Sebastian’s bottom lip, running his tongue over the small indentations. Sebastian growls and pulls Blaine impossibly closer, no longer dancing, just kissing, as they rock their hips together.
Later he can blame it on the heat in the bar, the flash of the lights, the pounding of the bass, the alcohol drifting through his body, for what he asks Sebastian next. It’s off his lips before he has time to think about it, but if he’s being honest with himself, he’s thought about it for a long time, longer than just the fifteen minutes they’ve been dancing together.
“If we’re not having another drink,” Blaine says, trailing his lips across Sebastian’s jaw and down his neck. His words are muffled, his mouth pressed into Sebastian’s overheated skin, but he speaks clearly when he asks, “why don’t we get out of here?”
Sebastian pulls back completely, putting a few inches between their bodies. Blaine misses the warmth immediately, wants to feel Sebastian’s solid body pressed against his again. Blaine chews on his bottom lip as Sebastian looks him over, Sebastian’s mouth dropped open as he takes quick inhales of breath. Blaine doesn’t know what Sebastian’s thinking, has never seen this look on Sebastian’s face before. It’s not his trademark smirk or a knowing grin, no flirting eyes or quirked eyebrows. Blaine closes his eyes and braces himself for Sebastian’s answer, hoping he doesn’t ask why or if Blaine’s sure.
“Your place or mine?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine’s eyes snap open.
Blaine waits for his flight instinct to kick in, to tell him to get as far away from Sebastian as possible — even after admitting that he wants Sebastian, it’s still what he expects. It’s what he’s been conditioned to do when Sebastian flirts shamelessly with him, had it pounded into him over and over again, “don’t answer his phone calls” and “delete his number”. He waits, holding his breath, but the feeling never comes. Instead of feeling offended at Sebastian’s blatant invitation, he feels nervous excitement creep up from his stomach. There’s no disgust as Sebastian licks his lips and drags his hand up and down Blaine’s spine, just a sharp heat making its way through Blaine’s entire body.
“My parents aren’t home,” Blaine answers as calmly as he can, keeping his hands steady to not give away his nerves.
Sebastian’s smile is wide across his face, his bright teeth shining even in the darkness of the bar. Blaine is momentarily mesmerized, his glance caught between the flush on Sebastian’s cheeks, the dip of his neck, a lock of hair falling down onto his forehead. He’s made his mind up, the last bit of doubt washing away as Sebastian lays his palm flat across the small of Blaine’s back.
“Are you okay to drive?” Sebastian asks, and the serious tone in his voice catches Blaine off guard.
“I’m fine,” Blaine insists—and he is. The effects of the liquor are almost completely gone, nothing left but a slight buzz to his head that could easily be from the beating music or pulsing lights.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Sebastian asks and—just because he can—Blaine leans up and brings their lips together. He can feel that Sebastian is caught off guard, the way he jolts just a bit as Blaine licks into his mouth. Sebastian is quick to respond, though; digging his fingers into the muscles of Blaine’s back and opening his mouth eagerly. The kiss is dirty, open mouths and tongues and wetness, and Blaine can’t get enough. He can’t remember the last time he’s been kissed like this, with such obvious passion and want. Sebastian clings to him, holding him as tightly as he can, not satisfied until their entire bodies are lined together.
Blaine pulls away first, licking at the lines of his lips. Sebastian is panting just slightly, just enough that Blaine can notice. It makes something like pride surge through him, knowing he can effect Sebastian in such an obvious way.
The rise of Sebastian’s chest is subtle before he starts speaking. “I’ll follow you back to your place,” he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against Blaine’s warm cheek. “Don’t chicken out on me now.”
Blaine laughs, shaking his head. His mind is made up, there’s no chance of him running away. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he teases and god, this entire exchange with Sebastian just makes him feel good.
“Then lead the way,” Sebastian murmurs against his skin before pulling back.
They make their way through the crowd of people, the pressure on his back from Sebastian’s palm warm and comforting in a way Blaine doesn’t really want to stop and think about. They cut through strangers on the dance floor, men stopping to watch them as they leave. Blaine thinks he sees jealousy on their dark faces and doesn’t miss when Sebastian tugs him a little closer to his body.
The cool air is like a slap to the face as they make their way outside, the effects of the alcohol long gone, and so is the feeling of being pleasantly warm. Blaine does a full body shiver, jumping a bit in Sebastian’s arms, and Sebastian runs a hand from Blaine’s shoulder down to his elbow.
“The quicker we get back to your place, the quicker I can warm you up,” he says and Blaine has to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sebastian,” Blaine says as they cross through the parking lot, weaving in-between cars. “You don’t have to use those terrible lines on me.”
Sebastian just smirks and stops next to a sleek black car, only then taking his hand away from Blaine’s back and reaching into his front pocket to pull out his keys. “How far away is your house?”
“Ten minutes,” Blaine answers and suddenly he wishes he lived closer. He wants Sebastian near him, touching him, doesn’t want space away from him where he could change his mind. He’s instantly colder as Sebastian steps away to unlock his car and Blaine doesn’t think before he presses his chest up against Sebastian’s back. He can feel Sebastian’s laugh vibrating and Blaine loops his arms around Sebastian’s waist, pressing his cheek to Sebastian’s shoulder.
“I’ll see you in ten minutes then,” Sebastian says, turning around in Blaine’s arm. He finds Blaine’s eyes and brings his hand up, running his thumb against the skin under Blaine’s bottom lip.
This is his last chance to pull away, to call this entire thing off. To go home alone and lie in his bed and stare at the wall until the sun comes up. He doesn’t want that though, doesn’t want to spend another night alone while he thinks of someone who doesn’t want him. He wants Sebastian sharing his bed, wants the intimacy that it will bring.
Sebastian leans down and presses a kiss to Blaine’s lips, firm and promising, before pulling back and giving him a quick wink. He opens the door and slides into his car as Blaine walks over to his own, parked a few spaces away. He sits down in the driver’s seat and starts the car, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before putting the car in gear and driving off, Sebastian’s headlights clear in his rearview mirror.
Chapter 2
“Nice place,” Sebastian says as they walk up the short path to Blaine’s front door. Blaine can’t tell if Sebastian’s being sarcastic or not, so he just slips his key into the lock and pushes the door open. He can’t pinpoint the feeling that’s rushing through him, causing his fingers to buzz and his vision to blur. Sebastian is inside his house, a few short steps away from his bedroom, and he never thought he’d truly see this day. He had thought about it almost a year ago, dreamt and fantasized about what it would be like, when Sebastian’s cocky smile seemed to be a permanent fixture when he closed his eyes.
The door shuts softly behind them and Blaine turns around to see Sebastian leaning up against the wood, his shoulders relaxed. He toes off his shoes slowly, never breaking eye contact. Blaine just watches, eyes flicking everywhere Sebastian moves—where his waist bends, where his neck turns, where his elbow crooks. Blaine stands still where he is, unsure of what to say or how to act.
“This part is always awkward,” Sebastian says, pushing off from the door and walking over. Blaine swallows once and nods slowly. The feeling is different now. Maybe not awkward, but his nerves are back now after the short car ride, without Sebastian pressed up against him. Sebastian stops a few feet in front of Blaine. “Why don’t you show me to your room?”
The hallway is dark as they walk down, Sebastian sticking close as Blaine leads the way. He pushes his bedroom door open and flicks on the switch, covering the entire room in bright light. It’s a shock that makes him squint, his eyes not used to artificial light after spending most of the night in darkness. He steps out of his shoes and looks over at Sebastian, who’s hanging back in the doorway. He looks even better like this, covered in light and not hidden in the back corner of the bar. Blaine can see the freckles that peek out from the collar of Sebastian’s shirt, the deep red of his lips, the barely-there stubble across his cheeks and jaw that Blaine is aching to feel again. His want for Sebastian that had curbed during the drive comes roaring back, settling in the pit of his stomach.
His breath starts low in his chest, filling his lungs deeply before exhaling. He knows he wants this, wants Sebastian, and his toes curl into the carpet before he moves closer. He’s only a little hesitant as he takes a few short steps, stopping right in front of Sebastian. Sebastian quirks an eyebrow, and the familiarity of it hits Blaine square in the chest. His fingers itch to touch him and he’s almost overwhelmed with the thought that he’s allowed to—that Sebastian wants it too.
Blaine reaches his hand up and starts at the hollow of Sebastian’s neck, dragging the pads of his fingers down the front of Sebastian’s chest, catching on the buttons of his shirt. He stops when his knuckles bump into the buckle of Sebastian’s belt and he stares in awe as his fingers trace the shiny metal, cold to the touch. Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat, a sharp intake of air as Blaine lets his hands wander. His eyes are wide as he pushes up the bottom of Sebastian’s shirt, finally exposing the skin that’s been on his mind for longer than he cares to admit. With one hand holding up the fabric, Blaine brings his other hand to trace the dips of Sebastian’s abs, watches as they constrict with every swipe of his fingers.
“Blaine,” Sebastian says, and Blaine jerks his head up, leaving his fingers pressed against Sebastian’s stomach. “Why don’t we move this to your bed, hmm?”
“Yeah,” Blaine says, nodding quickly as he starts moving backwards, his hand still twisted in Sebastian’s shirt. “We should do that.”
It takes no time at all before the back of Blaine’s knees are bumping into the bed, startling him a bit and causing him to jerk forward. Sebastian gives him an easy smile and runs his palms down the length of Blaine’s sides. It’s calming and just what Blaine needs to center himself, to slow his racing heart. He moves back with purpose this time, letting go of Sebastian’s shirt so he can sit on his bed, falling back onto his hands and letting his legs slide open. Sebastian’s eyes drag slowly up Blaine’s body and Blaine can’t help but notice where they seem to linger—right below the dip of his stomach, where he’s already hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
Sebastian steps forward into Blaine’s space, moving in-between his legs. He licks his lips, slowly dragging his tongue along the lines of his mouth, and presses his palm against Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine takes the hint and scoots back up the bed, not stopping until the back of his head thumps against the headboard. Sebastian is quick to follow, inching up on his hands and knees until he’s leaning into Blaine’s space. He places a hand onto Blaine’s stomach, up underneath his shirt until his fingers rest against the warm skin. He slides his hand over until he’s gripping onto Blaine’s hip and tugs, pulling until Blaine is sliding down from the headboard and landing softly in the pillows.
“Hmm,” Sebastian hums, dropping his head down to murmur against Blaine’s neck and dipping at his elbows until their chests are pressed together. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”
The feeling of being under someone, pressed down into the mattress, makes Blaine’s head spin. His entire body buzzes everywhere they touch, sharp pin pricks of pleasure searing through his fingers, his chest, the inside of his thighs. He closes his eyes and stretches his head back, pulling the skin on his neck tight, giving Sebastian more room to run his lips over. Blaine can’t help but focus on how Sebastian’s arms are resting so closely to his shoulders, his knees straddling high on Blaine’s thighs, trapping him against the mattress.
Sebastian’s fingers tiptoe down the length of Blaine’s neck, his lips following, until they’re stuck in the collar of Blaine’s shirt. Sebastian pulls it down, exposing the dip of Blaine’s throat, and grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin. It’s like an electric shock ripping through Blaine and he tears his hands off the bed, grabbing onto Sebastian’s waist as his hips jerk up.
“Can we lose some clothes?” Blaine asks, his hips continuing to rock. It feels so good, exactly what he wants, but he needs more. He needs to see Sebastian’s skin, to feel and to taste, to know that this entire thing is real and actually happening. He wants everything tonight with Sebastian, and he feels his last bit of nerves drift away.
Blaine can feel Sebastian’s lips pull into a smile against his neck, his hips grinding down easily against Blaine. “Like you even need to ask,” Sebastian says, pulling away from Blaine’s neck and settling back, until Blaine can feel Sebastian’s weight pressing down on his thighs. Blaine watches, his mouth dropped open just a bit to take in a few labored breaths, as Sebastian slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt. With each new inch of exposed skin Blaine feels his head get lighter, his skin grow hotter.
Sebastian shrugs his shirt from his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor. Blaine barely has a chance to take Sebastian’s naked chest in before there are hands at the hem of his polo, untucking it from his pants and pulling it up above his eyes, an extra hard tug when the shirt gets caught on an elbow. His shirt clears his head and is quickly lost on the floor and Blaine blinks twice, clearing his eyes to look at Sebastian.
The skin on his chest and stomach is just a shade paler than the skin on his arms, and smooth, stretched tight over the muscles of his abs. Blaine’s fingers itch to touch, to run his hands along the dips and grooves of Sebastian’s body. He reaches up before he can stop himself, realizing he doesn’t want to stop himself, straining his back and shoulders until his hands are sliding across Sebastian’s lower stomach, mapping out the muscles with his fingertips.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Sebastian murmurs, watching intently as Blaine’s fingers trace the freckles that are scattered across his skin.
Blaine loves the way his name sounds falling from Sebastian’s lips, can feel himself already getting addicted to the low pitch of his voice, the way he holds onto the vowels of Blaine’s name for half a second too long. It’s erotic, the way his lips and mouth move as he forms the word, and Blaine commits the sound to memory.
“Pants too?” Blaine asks, but his fingers are already dropping lower, leaving Sebastian’s stomach until they’re pulling at the buckle of his belt, tugging quickly at the button of his jeans and yanking down his fly. The jeans hang loosely on Sebastian’s hips and Blaine pulls harder, getting his point across without speaking.
“Well somebody’s in a rush,” Sebastian muses, but doesn’t stop Blaine from pulling at his pants. He rises up onto his knees and Blaine slides the jeans off his hips, tugging until they get caught on Sebastian’s thighs. Blaine makes an aggravated noise in the back of his throat, needs Sebastian’s pants off and on the floor now. Sebastian just chuckles and eases Blaine’s hands away as he kicks his jeans off the rest of the way. His underwear is black and tight, clinging to his waist and thighs, his dick hard and obvious in the dark material. Blaine stares, completely overwhelmed with what’s in front of him and how much he wants it. He reaches forward without thinking anymore, so done with overthinking everything in his life, and runs his palm up the length of Sebastian’s covered erection. Even with a layer between their skin, Blaine can still feel how warm Sebastian is, how solid he is when Blaine wraps his fist around the base of Sebastian’s cock and strokes up once.
Sebastian hisses, rocking his hips into Blaine’s hand. “Yeah, yeah okay,” he mutters, his hands immediately coming down and starting in on Blaine’s pants, undoing the button and fly with what Blaine can only assume is practiced ease. Blaine lifts his hips up as Sebastian pulls his pants down; off his hips, past his knees and ankles, until they join the rest of the clothing on the floor.
Blaine’s hands are back on Sebastian almost immediately, running his thumbs over each of Sebastian’s hipbones, before sliding his palms around until they’re lying on Sebastian’s back. He lets the tips of his fingers sneak under the elastic of Sebastian’s underwear, fitting perfectly into the two small dips right above his ass. Blaine tugs, hard, until Sebastian is moving up Blaine’s legs and settling all of his weight on Blaine’s hips.
“C’mon,” Blaine urges, pulling harder, needing to feel Sebastian pressed up against him again like they were on the dance floor.
Sebastian shuffles forward the last few inches, moving closer and closer until their cocks are finally fitted perfectly together. Blaine bucks up at the first bit of contact, struggling to take a breath as Sebastian rocks their hips together easily. Blaine’s dick is trapped in the tight space between Sebastian’s cock and the crease of his upper thigh and Blaine knows this is enough, knows that he could come from rutting up against Sebastian. His skin feels like it’s on fire, like he can’t catch his breath, but it’s exactly what he wants. His mind is nowhere but here, with Sebastian—the way Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat, the way his teeth dig into his lip, the flush that starts at his cheeks and moves all the way down his chest.
“Before we go any further,” Sebastian starts as he leans forward. His voice is muffled to Blaine’s ears, his head filled with too much pleasure to make out Sebastian’s words clearly. Sebastian pauses as he bends forward, mouth open and wet along the top of Blaine’s chest.
“What?” Blaine asks after a few moments, Sebastian still silent as he marks red trails along Blaine’s chest. Blaine digs his fingers hard into Sebastian’s back, rocking his hips up faster and faster, the friction of their dicks rubbing together bordering on too much. They work together in a perfect rhythm of give and take, Sebastian’s dick sliding and catching just right against Blaine’s. The way Sebastian’s hips rock back and forth reminds Blaine of getting fucked and he spreads his legs wider to give Sebastian more room to move.
“Oh,” Sebastian says, almost as an after-thought, as if he had forgotten what he was going to say in the first place. Sebastian’s teeth catch on one of Blaine’s nipples and the groan that leaves Blaine’s mouth sounds almost pained. “I’m sure you know already, but I don’t do boyfriends,” Sebastian explains, his hips picking up speed as they rock together.
Blaine isn’t sure if Sebastian is looking for a reaction out of him, but Blaine isn’t surprised in the slightest. He knows Sebastian’s reputation, knows his views on monogamy. Blaine’s not jaded enough to think that he’ll never want that again someday, but right now it’s the furthest thing from his mind. He doesn’t want a boyfriend to disappoint him or ignore him, doesn’t want to get close enough to get hurt again. He tugs on Sebastian’s shoulder until Sebastian glances up, his mouth still open against the skin of Blaine’s chest.
“Are you going to fuck me?” he asks. Whatever nerves he had about asking are gone as soon as he sees Sebastian’s reaction—his mouth drops open and his eyes go wide. It only lasts for a second before he schools his face into something more unreadable, pulling back and sitting up as he hooks his thumbs into the waist of his underwear.
“Of course I am,” Sebastian answers, separating their hips so he can take off the material. Blaine groans at the loss as Sebastian moves away, but watches as Sebastian slides the underwear down off of his hips. Blaine focuses on each new inch of skin as it’s revealed, not blinking as Sebastian pulls the boxer briefs down his thighs and off his legs. He reaches down to his ankles and kicks the material to the floor before looking up and meeting Blaine’s eyes. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
Blaine doesn’t think twice as he plants his feet on the mattress and grabs Sebastian by the shoulders, rolling them over until Sebastian is spread out on his back underneath Blaine.
“Off,” Sebastian commands, grabbing onto Blaine’s ass before tugging at his waistband. Blaine moves with Sebastian’s hands, letting Sebastian push and pull until Blaine’s’ underwear joins the rest of the clothing on the floor.
“Like this,” Blaine says, settling over Sebastian’s hips and thighs so that Sebastian’s cock is pressed against the bottom of Blaine’s ass. Blaine sighs and drops his weight down, until Sebastian is a constant press right where Blaine wants him, a promise of what’s to come. Even though it’s not enough, not nearly enough of what he really wants, Blaine stays where he is, enjoying the feeling of Sebastian’s hands wrapped tightly around his waist.
Sebastian plants his feet on the bed and arches his hips up, his cock a tease as it rubs against him. It makes Blaine snap, and he reaches over to his bedside drawer, keeping his and Sebastian’s legs tangled together. He searches through books and pieces of paper until he finds what he’s looking for, his fist tightening around the bottle of lube.
Blaine settles back over Sebastian and takes a moment to stare down, to catch his breath, and to just look at the boy underneath him. Sebastian is long and lean, trim muscle and light skin. His hair falls against his forehead, a few of the longer strands getting caught over his eyebrows. He looks delicious—there’s no other word for it. His thumbs stroke over the bones of Blaine’s hips, constant circles against his skin, and Blaine tries not to notice the look that Sebastian gives him—one that makes goosebumps break out along Blaine’s neck and makes him wonder, in the very far corner of his mind, if what they’re doing is more than just a hookup.
Blaine shakes his head to clear his thoughts and looks away from Sebastian’s face, focusing on popping open the lid in his hand and spreading the cool liquid on his fingers. He’s unsure how intimate Sebastian gets with one night stands and the last thing Blaine wants is for this to get awkward.
He starts with two fingers, wants Sebastian inside of him as quickly as possible, contorting his arm behind his back and down, until the tips of his fingers are pressing against his hole and then pushing inside. The angle is awkward, he’s never fingered himself in this position before, but it still feels good, being stretched open, even if he can’t touch himself like he normally would.
He has two fingers fully inside, pressing and opening, when he feels Sebastian stretch off of the bed, reaching around and grabbing at Blaine’s wrist.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Sebastian says, his hand a tight bracelet around Blaine’s wrist until Blaine gets the hint and removes his fingers. “Let me do it.”
Blaine moans, loud and long, spreading his legs wider at the first press of Sebastian’s fingers. They slide in easily and Blaine listens for the hitch in Sebastian’s breath, the sound that he’s slowly becoming addicted to. It feels so much better with Sebastian doing this, his long fingers angling just right, sliding in and out and filling Blaine up better than he could do on his own.
“You feel…” Sebastian says, his voice filled with heat and awe, but he trails off and Blaine’s unsure if Sebastian even knows he’s speaking out loud. Sebastian’s eyes are trained between Blaine’s legs, where his hand disappears between their bodies.
Soon Blaine is rocking back onto Sebastian’s fingers, babbling and begging for him to add a third. Sebastian is bordering on clumsy as he pours more lube onto his fingers and Blaine can’t help but wonder if he’s this anxious with all of his hookups.
When he pushes a third finger inside, Blaine’s knees buckle and he falls forward, his hands landing on Sebastian’s chest as he tries to keep himself upright. It’s been so long since he’s done this, since he’s had this done to him, and he’s slowly losing his mind at the way Sebastian’s fingers move inside him. There’s no pain, just a complete fullness that Blaine has been missing, and when Sebastian turns his fingers just right, there’s a promise of more.
“Okay, okay,” Blaine says hurriedly, ready and so willing. He groans as Sebastian slowly removes his fingers and swings his legs off Sebastian’s thighs when Sebastian taps his hips. He watches as Sebastian rolls over onto his side, the muscles of his back moving and shifting as he looks for his pants on the floor. Blaine leans forward and places a kiss in between the space of Sebastian’s shoulder blades, Sebastian tensing up for just a moment before relaxing.
Sebastian is rolling over onto his back as quickly as he left, settling back into the pillows, condom in hand. He rips the condom open and starts unrolling it without a second thought, tossing the wrapper and covering his dick with lube. Blaine watches, heat and excitement gnawing at his stomach, waiting until Sebastian tosses the lube to the side and crooks a finger at Blaine, beckoning him closer and grinning the entire time.
Blaine quickly moves up Sebastian’s legs and drops down over his hips, his knees sliding apart as he fits his body perfectly against Sebastian’s. He holds Sebastian’s cock tightly in his hand and slowly, slowly sinks down.
It feels like too much at first, like it always does, but soon his body is opening as he falls further and further down. He lets go of Sebastian’s dick and reaches back, gripping his fingers onto Sebastian’s bent knees. He rests for a moment once he’s completely filled, lets his body get used to the feeling that he’s been missing for months.
“Blaine,” Sebastian says, his voice choked, his hands gripping Blaine’s thighs. He jerks his hips up and Blaine moans. “I knew you’d be so fucking good.”
Blaine feels his chest swell and he tells himself it’s with pride. He’s not a let-down for Sebastian, not a disappointment. He rises up a few inches and drops back down, moving his hips in small circles as he goes. Sebastian thrusts up and they almost instantly find a rhythm together. Blaine tries not to think about how it’s never been this easy for him, how they’ve been fucking for barely five minutes and this is already the best Blaine’s ever had.
It’s how Sebastian moves his hips, the way his nails scratch against Blaine’s skin, the way he already knows how Blaine likes him to stay inside for just a second too long before pulling back out. The way his voice sounds, scratchy and deep, the perfect pitch as Blaine’s name rolls off his tongue. He fucks Blaine like he’s not thinking of anything else, like there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
“Did you think about it too?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine’s not sure when his eyes closed, but he opens them as Sebastian’s voice catches in his ears. “Did you think about me fucking you?”
Blaine could lie, could say no. But he finds himself not wanting to lie to Sebastian about this, about anything.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice shaky as Sebastian quickens his thrusts. Blaine moves faster to keep up, rising and falling in perfect time with Sebastian. “Yeah, of course I did.”
Sebastian groans and digs his fingers harder into the muscles of Blaine’s thighs.
There’s sweat dripping down the back of Blaine’s neck, a burn in his thighs that he loves and craves. His muscles are starting to get sore, but he wants more, wants Sebastian to push him over the edge. He moves quicker, rocking up and down, his body meeting the sharp, precise thrusts from Sebastian. It’s almost unforgiving, the way Sebastian moves inside of him, hard and exactly right, exactly the way Blaine wants it. But there’s something more there, the way Sebastian looks at Blaine, the way his hands are now cradling Blaine’s hips, and it makes Blaine’s breath catch in his throat.
He’s so fucking close, walking on a tight rope all night that’s about to snap. He fucks down quicker, harder, urging Sebastian to do the same. He finally lets go of Sebastian’s thighs, his fingers cramped after digging into the hard muscles, and wraps his fist around his dick. He’s not going to last, he was never going to, not with the way Sebastian is touching him, looking at him, saying his name.
“Come on,” Sebastian urges, his voice almost pleading, his eyes stuck watching where Blaine fucks his hand. “Blaine, come on.”
The tightrope snaps and Blaine falls, his back bending forward as pleasure shoots up his spine. He loses himself for a while, drifting as Sebastian’s groans grow louder beneath him. He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, only opening his eyes when Sebastian stills and begins to rub his palm across Blaine’s lower back.
“Hey, you with me?” Sebastian asks, gently tugging on Blaine’s hips until Blaine gets the hint, groaning as he rises up on his sore legs and off of Sebastian. He falls down onto the bed next to him, his limbs heavy but completely content.
The bed dips as Sebastian rolls off and Blaine blinks through blurry vision to see Sebastian picking up his clothes from the floor, wiping off his stomach, and tossing the condom into the trash. He watches as Sebastian dresses, pulling on his jeans and buttoning up his shirt.
“You have my number still?” Sebastian asks as he pats his pockets, checking to make sure he has his wallet.
“Yeah, I think so.” Blaine doesn’t tell him that he memorized his number months ago, when he deleted it out of his phone to make someone else happy, but never erasing it from his memory.
“Give me a call if you want to do this again. It was fun,” Sebastian says easily, no hint of embarrassment and Blaine thinks he must be used to this part by now.
“Do you need me to walk you out?” Blaine asks, although he’s unsure his legs will actually work long enough to walk with Sebastian to the front door.
“No thanks,” Sebastian laughs, tossing his keys from hand to hand, his grin wide and his showing teeth. “I think I can find my way out.”
“Okay. See you, Sebastian,” Blaine says, rolling onto his side to get more comfortable.
The last thing Blaine remembers before he drifts off is Sebastian’s smooth voice and the sound of the door shutting behind him.

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Despite All Of This
by facethefall
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Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Fandom: Glee
Relationship:
Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Summary:
Blaine prefers the term "friends with benefits", but Sebastian has always been fond of "fuck buddies", instead.
Notes:
Warnings: semi-public sex, oral sex without condoms.
Notes: AU after 4x04. Diverges from the canon timeline in a few places, but that was mostly due to my laziness.

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Chapter 1
The music inside Scandals is loud as Blaine calls his order out to the bartender. He’s never been on a Saturday night before and the environment is totally different than during the middle of the week — the lights are lower, the music is louder, the dance floor is full of people his own age. It’s a little overwhelming, but in a good way. It gives him something to focus on besides the dull ache in his chest, the constant pounding in his head, New York and Vogue and his ex-boyfriend.
He takes a sip, the liquor burning just a little as it slides down his throat. He’s not sure what exactly he’s looking for tonight. He wants to let loose and have fun for the first time in months, since his cell phone had been glued to his hand with Kurt’s voicemail playing constantly in his ears. He’s tired of beating himself up, tired of his texts going unanswered, tired of taking complete blame for a break up that was a result of so many things wrong in their relationship. Maybe it’s immature and selfish, but he just wants to forget for a while; to drink and dance and leave New York City as far from his mind as possible
He looks around the dance floor, running his fingers through the condensation that collects on his glass. It’s hard to see the men that are here, the lights too low to make out much of anything. But he sees bodies pressed together; arms around shoulders, hands on hips, lips crushed together. He feels heat in his stomach that he blames on the alcohol rising up, the warmth settling in his cheeks. He’s never been allowed to look before, to be so blatant in wanting something. He watches as a few people look from the dance floor, feels his skin prickle as their eyes drift up and down his body.
The rest of his drink is finished with a final gulp, the warm liquid washing down his throat as he swallows. He wipes his mouth with the bar napkin that his drink was sitting on, collecting a few drops of soda water that cling to the corner of his mouth. The bartender calls from behind him, asking if he wants another drink and Blaine turns around, resting his elbows on the dark wood of the bar.
“Not right now, but can I keep my tab open?” Blaine asks. He’s not done drinking, but he wants to dance.
“A tab won’t be necessary,” a voice says from behind him and Blaine recognizes it instantly. “I’m buying his drinks.”
Blaine turns around, colors spinning in front of his eyes as he moves. Sebastian looks good, but Sebastian always looks good. Blaine drags his eyes up Sebastian’s body; up his long legs, his narrow waist, the broad stretch of his shoulders. His stomach tightens when he sees Sebastian’s smirk, just a hint of teeth showing, and it’s easy enough to blame it on the alcohol flowing through his body.
“You don’t have to do that,” Blaine says, already smiling as Sebastian moves closer. He squeezes his way in between Blaine and the barstool next to him, leaning on the bar while their feet mix together.
“Don’t mention it,” Sebastian says before turning to the bartender. “Two tequila shots, please.”
It’s on Blaine’s lips before Sebastian finishes speaking, the apology and excuses about why he shouldn’t take the offered shot. But then he remembers that it’s okay to have fun with Sebastian, to do something that was previously forbidden.
The bartender, a man in a too-tight vest and highlights from fifteen years ago, pours their shots, holding the liquor bottle up high as it drops into their shot glasses. Blaine watches as the small glasses are filled and doesn’t know how to tell Sebastian that he’s never tried tequila before.
“Lime or salt?” The bartender asks as he slides the shots carefully across the bar, not even a drop of alcohol spilling out of them.
“No training wheels for me,” Sebastian says, taking the shots in his hand and offering one to Blaine. “Blaine?”
Blaine looks at the amber colored liquid. “Can I get a lime, please?” He asks.
The bartender places a wedge on a cocktail napkin and passes it over.
“To second chances,” Sebastian says, clinking their glasses together and Blaine is bringing the shot to his lips before he can stop himself.
It burns, so much more than his earlier drink. He coughs at the end of it, reaching for the lime and sinking his teeth in, sucking out the juice until his throat stops burning and he can take a deep breath. Sebastian is watching him intently, the shot glass still gripped in his hand, but now empty. Blaine removes the fruit from his mouth, but licks his lips slowly, collecting the excess juice with his tongue. He smacks his lips together, the tartness of the lime juice making his mouth pucker just a bit.
“So,” Sebastian drawls, pulling up a stool next to Blaine. He angles his chair so they’re facing each other and Blaine sits down on his. “I didn’t think I’d see you here again.”
Blaine shrugs a shoulder casually, slouching down just a bit in his seat so their knees brush together. “Well here I am,” he says, hoping Sebastian doesn’t want any more of an explanation.
“Are you here alone?” is all he asks and Blaine nods once. Sebastian’s grin is huge and he steps down from the barstool. “Then I think we should dance.”
It’s exactly what Blaine wants to hear, hopping down from his seat and following Sebastian out to the dance floor. The song is loud and he doesn’t recognize the lyrics, but he can feel the bass beating in the center of his chest. They pass through bodies, making their way to the back of the small area for dancing. Sebastian slides his hands around Blaine’s hips easily and then they’re pressed together; chests, thighs, knees. It’s so different from the last time Blaine was here dancing with him, now that he’s allowed to want this, doesn’t have to feel guilty about enjoying the way their bodies move together. The alcohol doesn’t make him uncoordinated or sloppy, it just puts everything into a nice haze, making his arms and legs loose and the dancing comes easily.
He loops his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and pulls them closer together, until he can feel Sebastian’s belt buckle rubbing against his lower stomach. The feeling it gives him is something he’s been searching for for months; to be wanted, to be acknowledged, to know that he’s the only thing on someone else’s mind.
“I almost forgot how hot you are,” Sebastian says, bringing his face down to speak into Blaine’s ear. He must be talking at a normal volume, but the music is so loud that it sounds like he’s whispering. He sneaks his hands from Blaine’s waist around to his back, until his fingers are dancing beneath the tight denim of Blaine’s jeans. “Almost.” He lets his fingertips rest there, not dipping in any farther, even though Blaine has the sudden desire to know what it feels like to have Sebastian’s hands gripping onto him.
Blaine doesn’t respond, just moves a half step closer and rocks up on his feet, forcing Sebastian's hands to slide farther down his ass. The guilt is starting to slip away with each beat of the music; the guilt of cheating, the guilt of wanting someone else, the guilt of the knowing that it's okay to want someone else. He doesn't want to stop and think about why it took Sebastian’s hands on him to figure that out, why he suddenly has nothing else on his mind besides the way Sebastian’s chest feels pressed against his.
The song changes, switching from one loud, thumping beat to the next, and Blaine moves with it. He pulls back from where his face is pressed into Sebastian's neck and half expects to see Sebastian eyeing the room, looking for the next boy he's going to fuck. What he sees instead, is Sebastian with his eyes closed, opening only when he feels Blaine pull back. Sebastian raises an eyebrow as Blaine looks him over, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Blaine's more than a little surprised when he feels a surge of want zip through him, how he has to psychically hold himself back from pushing up and kissing Sebastian in the middle of the dance floor. It rocks him like a punch to his stomach, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded. He's spent the entire breakup being so absolutely certain that he'd never want anyone but Kurt again, that he couldn't. He can barely think back to the moment of getting dressed afterwards without a wave of nausea hitting him, remembering how he slowly tugged on his shirt while Eli joked from somewhere off behind him. He had thought that was all the confirmation he would ever need, that he wouldn’t ever want anyone besides Kurt.
Blaine takes a deep breath and steadies himself using the alcohol to bolster his confidence — and he doesn't think of Kurt at all as he tugs on the collar of Sebastian's shirt, pulling him down so he can whisper in Sebastian’s ear. "Do you want to grab another drink?"
Sebastian's teeth nip at Blaine's jaw and Blaine jolts, straightening his back, and turns to press his cheek closer to Sebastian’s willing mouth. "No," Sebastian says and Blaine can't stop his mouth from dropping open in shock. He tightens his grip on Sebastian's collar and pulls back. Maybe he read the entire situation wrong. Maybe Sebastian doesn’t want him, doesn’t want someone so broken. He casts his eyes down, ready to grab a bottle of water from the bar and drive himself home.
Sebastian runs his finger along the bottom of Blaine’s jaw, pressing up until his mouth is closed. “I don’t want to get a drink,” Sebastian explains, his voice smooth and his eyes locked with Blaine’s. “Because if we have another drink, you might not remember this in the morning.” He pauses, long enough to drop his arms back to Blaine’s waist, pulling closer until his knee is pressed high along the inside of Blaine’s thigh. Blaine’s entire body burns, from the bottom of his stomach to the tips of his ears, and he slouches down into Sebastian’s touch. Sebastian doesn’t even flinch under the added weight, just tightens his grip and Blaine can feel the muscles in his arms clench. “And I want you to remember every second,” Sebastian finishes, dropping his face until their foreheads are nearly touching, a few strands of Sebastian’s hair caught in between.
Blaine had given little thought to the moment where he would kiss someone new, to when he would want to. Late at night, after staring at his silent phone for hours, he had thoughts that drifted to people who he wanted to kiss that weren’t Kurt. It gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach and he would roll over, typing out a text that was sure to go unanswered.
His heels slip out of the back of his shoes as he reaches up to slot their lips together. Sebastian makes a surprised noise, but Blaine can feel when Sebastian smiles into the kiss. It’s short, and Blaine tries to follow Sebastian’s lips as he pulls back. Sebastian chuckles and presses a kiss to Blaine’s cheek.
“Are you sure you want this?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine hardly has to think before he has his answer.
It’s in the way he’s licking his lips, chasing after the taste of Sebastian on them. It’s how he hasn’t pretended Sebastian was anyone else, new or old, from the moment he laid eyes on him in the bar tonight. It’s the way Blaine notices how Sebastian’s cheeks are stained red, and the trail of sweat dripping down his neck.
Maybe he should be surprised at how quickly he has his answer, but then again, maybe he shouldn’t. There’d always been something about Sebastian; from his first bit of cockiness that caught Blaine so completely off guard, to his apology in The Lima Bean. Sebastian had always been there, something he needed to convince himself he didn’t want, telling himself over and over even when he was happy with someone else.
He tilts his head back up as Sebastian leans down, and they meet in the middle. Their lips open at the same time as their hips grind to the beat of the music, Blaine’s breath leaving him entirely at the onslaught of sensations. His arms move on their own, sliding up Sebastian’s back until they’re resting on his shoulders, and Blaine dips his fingers under the collar of Sebastian’s shirt to press into the warm skin. Sebastian kisses him like he wants to do nothing else, and it has been so long since Blaine has felt this way. Sebastian pushes his tongue past Blaine’s lips, licking inside his mouth. Blaine’s head is clouded with tequila and arousal, but he’s aware enough to kiss back. He pulls back to bite at Sebastian’s bottom lip, running his tongue over the small indentations. Sebastian growls and pulls Blaine impossibly closer, no longer dancing, just kissing, as they rock their hips together.
Later he can blame it on the heat in the bar, the flash of the lights, the pounding of the bass, the alcohol drifting through his body, for what he asks Sebastian next. It’s off his lips before he has time to think about it, but if he’s being honest with himself, he’s thought about it for a long time, longer than just the fifteen minutes they’ve been dancing together.
“If we’re not having another drink,” Blaine says, trailing his lips across Sebastian’s jaw and down his neck. His words are muffled, his mouth pressed into Sebastian’s overheated skin, but he speaks clearly when he asks, “why don’t we get out of here?”
Sebastian pulls back completely, putting a few inches between their bodies. Blaine misses the warmth immediately, wants to feel Sebastian’s solid body pressed against his again. Blaine chews on his bottom lip as Sebastian looks him over, Sebastian’s mouth dropped open as he takes quick inhales of breath. Blaine doesn’t know what Sebastian’s thinking, has never seen this look on Sebastian’s face before. It’s not his trademark smirk or a knowing grin, no flirting eyes or quirked eyebrows. Blaine closes his eyes and braces himself for Sebastian’s answer, hoping he doesn’t ask why or if Blaine’s sure.
“Your place or mine?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine’s eyes snap open.
Blaine waits for his flight instinct to kick in, to tell him to get as far away from Sebastian as possible — even after admitting that he wants Sebastian, it’s still what he expects. It’s what he’s been conditioned to do when Sebastian flirts shamelessly with him, had it pounded into him over and over again, “don’t answer his phone calls” and “delete his number”. He waits, holding his breath, but the feeling never comes. Instead of feeling offended at Sebastian’s blatant invitation, he feels nervous excitement creep up from his stomach. There’s no disgust as Sebastian licks his lips and drags his hand up and down Blaine’s spine, just a sharp heat making its way through Blaine’s entire body.
“My parents aren’t home,” Blaine answers as calmly as he can, keeping his hands steady to not give away his nerves.
Sebastian’s smile is wide across his face, his bright teeth shining even in the darkness of the bar. Blaine is momentarily mesmerized, his glance caught between the flush on Sebastian’s cheeks, the dip of his neck, a lock of hair falling down onto his forehead. He’s made his mind up, the last bit of doubt washing away as Sebastian lays his palm flat across the small of Blaine’s back.
“Are you okay to drive?” Sebastian asks, and the serious tone in his voice catches Blaine off guard.
“I’m fine,” Blaine insists—and he is. The effects of the liquor are almost completely gone, nothing left but a slight buzz to his head that could easily be from the beating music or pulsing lights.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Sebastian asks and—just because he can—Blaine leans up and brings their lips together. He can feel that Sebastian is caught off guard, the way he jolts just a bit as Blaine licks into his mouth. Sebastian is quick to respond, though; digging his fingers into the muscles of Blaine’s back and opening his mouth eagerly. The kiss is dirty, open mouths and tongues and wetness, and Blaine can’t get enough. He can’t remember the last time he’s been kissed like this, with such obvious passion and want. Sebastian clings to him, holding him as tightly as he can, not satisfied until their entire bodies are lined together.
Blaine pulls away first, licking at the lines of his lips. Sebastian is panting just slightly, just enough that Blaine can notice. It makes something like pride surge through him, knowing he can effect Sebastian in such an obvious way.
The rise of Sebastian’s chest is subtle before he starts speaking. “I’ll follow you back to your place,” he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against Blaine’s warm cheek. “Don’t chicken out on me now.”
Blaine laughs, shaking his head. His mind is made up, there’s no chance of him running away. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he teases and god, this entire exchange with Sebastian just makes him feel good.
“Then lead the way,” Sebastian murmurs against his skin before pulling back.
They make their way through the crowd of people, the pressure on his back from Sebastian’s palm warm and comforting in a way Blaine doesn’t really want to stop and think about. They cut through strangers on the dance floor, men stopping to watch them as they leave. Blaine thinks he sees jealousy on their dark faces and doesn’t miss when Sebastian tugs him a little closer to his body.
The cool air is like a slap to the face as they make their way outside, the effects of the alcohol long gone, and so is the feeling of being pleasantly warm. Blaine does a full body shiver, jumping a bit in Sebastian’s arms, and Sebastian runs a hand from Blaine’s shoulder down to his elbow.
“The quicker we get back to your place, the quicker I can warm you up,” he says and Blaine has to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
“I’m not going anywhere, Sebastian,” Blaine says as they cross through the parking lot, weaving in-between cars. “You don’t have to use those terrible lines on me.”
Sebastian just smirks and stops next to a sleek black car, only then taking his hand away from Blaine’s back and reaching into his front pocket to pull out his keys. “How far away is your house?”
“Ten minutes,” Blaine answers and suddenly he wishes he lived closer. He wants Sebastian near him, touching him, doesn’t want space away from him where he could change his mind. He’s instantly colder as Sebastian steps away to unlock his car and Blaine doesn’t think before he presses his chest up against Sebastian’s back. He can feel Sebastian’s laugh vibrating and Blaine loops his arms around Sebastian’s waist, pressing his cheek to Sebastian’s shoulder.
“I’ll see you in ten minutes then,” Sebastian says, turning around in Blaine’s arm. He finds Blaine’s eyes and brings his hand up, running his thumb against the skin under Blaine’s bottom lip.
This is his last chance to pull away, to call this entire thing off. To go home alone and lie in his bed and stare at the wall until the sun comes up. He doesn’t want that though, doesn’t want to spend another night alone while he thinks of someone who doesn’t want him. He wants Sebastian sharing his bed, wants the intimacy that it will bring.
Sebastian leans down and presses a kiss to Blaine’s lips, firm and promising, before pulling back and giving him a quick wink. He opens the door and slides into his car as Blaine walks over to his own, parked a few spaces away. He sits down in the driver’s seat and starts the car, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before putting the car in gear and driving off, Sebastian’s headlights clear in his rearview mirror.
Chapter 2
“Nice place,” Sebastian says as they walk up the short path to Blaine’s front door. Blaine can’t tell if Sebastian’s being sarcastic or not, so he just slips his key into the lock and pushes the door open. He can’t pinpoint the feeling that’s rushing through him, causing his fingers to buzz and his vision to blur. Sebastian is inside his house, a few short steps away from his bedroom, and he never thought he’d truly see this day. He had thought about it almost a year ago, dreamt and fantasized about what it would be like, when Sebastian’s cocky smile seemed to be a permanent fixture when he closed his eyes.
The door shuts softly behind them and Blaine turns around to see Sebastian leaning up against the wood, his shoulders relaxed. He toes off his shoes slowly, never breaking eye contact. Blaine just watches, eyes flicking everywhere Sebastian moves—where his waist bends, where his neck turns, where his elbow crooks. Blaine stands still where he is, unsure of what to say or how to act.
“This part is always awkward,” Sebastian says, pushing off from the door and walking over. Blaine swallows once and nods slowly. The feeling is different now. Maybe not awkward, but his nerves are back now after the short car ride, without Sebastian pressed up against him. Sebastian stops a few feet in front of Blaine. “Why don’t you show me to your room?”
The hallway is dark as they walk down, Sebastian sticking close as Blaine leads the way. He pushes his bedroom door open and flicks on the switch, covering the entire room in bright light. It’s a shock that makes him squint, his eyes not used to artificial light after spending most of the night in darkness. He steps out of his shoes and looks over at Sebastian, who’s hanging back in the doorway. He looks even better like this, covered in light and not hidden in the back corner of the bar. Blaine can see the freckles that peek out from the collar of Sebastian’s shirt, the deep red of his lips, the barely-there stubble across his cheeks and jaw that Blaine is aching to feel again. His want for Sebastian that had curbed during the drive comes roaring back, settling in the pit of his stomach.
His breath starts low in his chest, filling his lungs deeply before exhaling. He knows he wants this, wants Sebastian, and his toes curl into the carpet before he moves closer. He’s only a little hesitant as he takes a few short steps, stopping right in front of Sebastian. Sebastian quirks an eyebrow, and the familiarity of it hits Blaine square in the chest. His fingers itch to touch him and he’s almost overwhelmed with the thought that he’s allowed to—that Sebastian wants it too.
Blaine reaches his hand up and starts at the hollow of Sebastian’s neck, dragging the pads of his fingers down the front of Sebastian’s chest, catching on the buttons of his shirt. He stops when his knuckles bump into the buckle of Sebastian’s belt and he stares in awe as his fingers trace the shiny metal, cold to the touch. Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat, a sharp intake of air as Blaine lets his hands wander. His eyes are wide as he pushes up the bottom of Sebastian’s shirt, finally exposing the skin that’s been on his mind for longer than he cares to admit. With one hand holding up the fabric, Blaine brings his other hand to trace the dips of Sebastian’s abs, watches as they constrict with every swipe of his fingers.
“Blaine,” Sebastian says, and Blaine jerks his head up, leaving his fingers pressed against Sebastian’s stomach. “Why don’t we move this to your bed, hmm?”
“Yeah,” Blaine says, nodding quickly as he starts moving backwards, his hand still twisted in Sebastian’s shirt. “We should do that.”
It takes no time at all before the back of Blaine’s knees are bumping into the bed, startling him a bit and causing him to jerk forward. Sebastian gives him an easy smile and runs his palms down the length of Blaine’s sides. It’s calming and just what Blaine needs to center himself, to slow his racing heart. He moves back with purpose this time, letting go of Sebastian’s shirt so he can sit on his bed, falling back onto his hands and letting his legs slide open. Sebastian’s eyes drag slowly up Blaine’s body and Blaine can’t help but notice where they seem to linger—right below the dip of his stomach, where he’s already hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
Sebastian steps forward into Blaine’s space, moving in-between his legs. He licks his lips, slowly dragging his tongue along the lines of his mouth, and presses his palm against Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine takes the hint and scoots back up the bed, not stopping until the back of his head thumps against the headboard. Sebastian is quick to follow, inching up on his hands and knees until he’s leaning into Blaine’s space. He places a hand onto Blaine’s stomach, up underneath his shirt until his fingers rest against the warm skin. He slides his hand over until he’s gripping onto Blaine’s hip and tugs, pulling until Blaine is sliding down from the headboard and landing softly in the pillows.
“Hmm,” Sebastian hums, dropping his head down to murmur against Blaine’s neck and dipping at his elbows until their chests are pressed together. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”
The feeling of being under someone, pressed down into the mattress, makes Blaine’s head spin. His entire body buzzes everywhere they touch, sharp pin pricks of pleasure searing through his fingers, his chest, the inside of his thighs. He closes his eyes and stretches his head back, pulling the skin on his neck tight, giving Sebastian more room to run his lips over. Blaine can’t help but focus on how Sebastian’s arms are resting so closely to his shoulders, his knees straddling high on Blaine’s thighs, trapping him against the mattress.
Sebastian’s fingers tiptoe down the length of Blaine’s neck, his lips following, until they’re stuck in the collar of Blaine’s shirt. Sebastian pulls it down, exposing the dip of Blaine’s throat, and grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin. It’s like an electric shock ripping through Blaine and he tears his hands off the bed, grabbing onto Sebastian’s waist as his hips jerk up.
“Can we lose some clothes?” Blaine asks, his hips continuing to rock. It feels so good, exactly what he wants, but he needs more. He needs to see Sebastian’s skin, to feel and to taste, to know that this entire thing is real and actually happening. He wants everything tonight with Sebastian, and he feels his last bit of nerves drift away.
Blaine can feel Sebastian’s lips pull into a smile against his neck, his hips grinding down easily against Blaine. “Like you even need to ask,” Sebastian says, pulling away from Blaine’s neck and settling back, until Blaine can feel Sebastian’s weight pressing down on his thighs. Blaine watches, his mouth dropped open just a bit to take in a few labored breaths, as Sebastian slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt. With each new inch of exposed skin Blaine feels his head get lighter, his skin grow hotter.
Sebastian shrugs his shirt from his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor. Blaine barely has a chance to take Sebastian’s naked chest in before there are hands at the hem of his polo, untucking it from his pants and pulling it up above his eyes, an extra hard tug when the shirt gets caught on an elbow. His shirt clears his head and is quickly lost on the floor and Blaine blinks twice, clearing his eyes to look at Sebastian.
The skin on his chest and stomach is just a shade paler than the skin on his arms, and smooth, stretched tight over the muscles of his abs. Blaine’s fingers itch to touch, to run his hands along the dips and grooves of Sebastian’s body. He reaches up before he can stop himself, realizing he doesn’t want to stop himself, straining his back and shoulders until his hands are sliding across Sebastian’s lower stomach, mapping out the muscles with his fingertips.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Sebastian murmurs, watching intently as Blaine’s fingers trace the freckles that are scattered across his skin.
Blaine loves the way his name sounds falling from Sebastian’s lips, can feel himself already getting addicted to the low pitch of his voice, the way he holds onto the vowels of Blaine’s name for half a second too long. It’s erotic, the way his lips and mouth move as he forms the word, and Blaine commits the sound to memory.
“Pants too?” Blaine asks, but his fingers are already dropping lower, leaving Sebastian’s stomach until they’re pulling at the buckle of his belt, tugging quickly at the button of his jeans and yanking down his fly. The jeans hang loosely on Sebastian’s hips and Blaine pulls harder, getting his point across without speaking.
“Well somebody’s in a rush,” Sebastian muses, but doesn’t stop Blaine from pulling at his pants. He rises up onto his knees and Blaine slides the jeans off his hips, tugging until they get caught on Sebastian’s thighs. Blaine makes an aggravated noise in the back of his throat, needs Sebastian’s pants off and on the floor now. Sebastian just chuckles and eases Blaine’s hands away as he kicks his jeans off the rest of the way. His underwear is black and tight, clinging to his waist and thighs, his dick hard and obvious in the dark material. Blaine stares, completely overwhelmed with what’s in front of him and how much he wants it. He reaches forward without thinking anymore, so done with overthinking everything in his life, and runs his palm up the length of Sebastian’s covered erection. Even with a layer between their skin, Blaine can still feel how warm Sebastian is, how solid he is when Blaine wraps his fist around the base of Sebastian’s cock and strokes up once.
Sebastian hisses, rocking his hips into Blaine’s hand. “Yeah, yeah okay,” he mutters, his hands immediately coming down and starting in on Blaine’s pants, undoing the button and fly with what Blaine can only assume is practiced ease. Blaine lifts his hips up as Sebastian pulls his pants down; off his hips, past his knees and ankles, until they join the rest of the clothing on the floor.
Blaine’s hands are back on Sebastian almost immediately, running his thumbs over each of Sebastian’s hipbones, before sliding his palms around until they’re lying on Sebastian’s back. He lets the tips of his fingers sneak under the elastic of Sebastian’s underwear, fitting perfectly into the two small dips right above his ass. Blaine tugs, hard, until Sebastian is moving up Blaine’s legs and settling all of his weight on Blaine’s hips.
“C’mon,” Blaine urges, pulling harder, needing to feel Sebastian pressed up against him again like they were on the dance floor.
Sebastian shuffles forward the last few inches, moving closer and closer until their cocks are finally fitted perfectly together. Blaine bucks up at the first bit of contact, struggling to take a breath as Sebastian rocks their hips together easily. Blaine’s dick is trapped in the tight space between Sebastian’s cock and the crease of his upper thigh and Blaine knows this is enough, knows that he could come from rutting up against Sebastian. His skin feels like it’s on fire, like he can’t catch his breath, but it’s exactly what he wants. His mind is nowhere but here, with Sebastian—the way Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat, the way his teeth dig into his lip, the flush that starts at his cheeks and moves all the way down his chest.
“Before we go any further,” Sebastian starts as he leans forward. His voice is muffled to Blaine’s ears, his head filled with too much pleasure to make out Sebastian’s words clearly. Sebastian pauses as he bends forward, mouth open and wet along the top of Blaine’s chest.
“What?” Blaine asks after a few moments, Sebastian still silent as he marks red trails along Blaine’s chest. Blaine digs his fingers hard into Sebastian’s back, rocking his hips up faster and faster, the friction of their dicks rubbing together bordering on too much. They work together in a perfect rhythm of give and take, Sebastian’s dick sliding and catching just right against Blaine’s. The way Sebastian’s hips rock back and forth reminds Blaine of getting fucked and he spreads his legs wider to give Sebastian more room to move.
“Oh,” Sebastian says, almost as an after-thought, as if he had forgotten what he was going to say in the first place. Sebastian’s teeth catch on one of Blaine’s nipples and the groan that leaves Blaine’s mouth sounds almost pained. “I’m sure you know already, but I don’t do boyfriends,” Sebastian explains, his hips picking up speed as they rock together.
Blaine isn’t sure if Sebastian is looking for a reaction out of him, but Blaine isn’t surprised in the slightest. He knows Sebastian’s reputation, knows his views on monogamy. Blaine’s not jaded enough to think that he’ll never want that again someday, but right now it’s the furthest thing from his mind. He doesn’t want a boyfriend to disappoint him or ignore him, doesn’t want to get close enough to get hurt again. He tugs on Sebastian’s shoulder until Sebastian glances up, his mouth still open against the skin of Blaine’s chest.
“Are you going to fuck me?” he asks. Whatever nerves he had about asking are gone as soon as he sees Sebastian’s reaction—his mouth drops open and his eyes go wide. It only lasts for a second before he schools his face into something more unreadable, pulling back and sitting up as he hooks his thumbs into the waist of his underwear.
“Of course I am,” Sebastian answers, separating their hips so he can take off the material. Blaine groans at the loss as Sebastian moves away, but watches as Sebastian slides the underwear down off of his hips. Blaine focuses on each new inch of skin as it’s revealed, not blinking as Sebastian pulls the boxer briefs down his thighs and off his legs. He reaches down to his ankles and kicks the material to the floor before looking up and meeting Blaine’s eyes. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
Blaine doesn’t think twice as he plants his feet on the mattress and grabs Sebastian by the shoulders, rolling them over until Sebastian is spread out on his back underneath Blaine.
“Off,” Sebastian commands, grabbing onto Blaine’s ass before tugging at his waistband. Blaine moves with Sebastian’s hands, letting Sebastian push and pull until Blaine’s’ underwear joins the rest of the clothing on the floor.
“Like this,” Blaine says, settling over Sebastian’s hips and thighs so that Sebastian’s cock is pressed against the bottom of Blaine’s ass. Blaine sighs and drops his weight down, until Sebastian is a constant press right where Blaine wants him, a promise of what’s to come. Even though it’s not enough, not nearly enough of what he really wants, Blaine stays where he is, enjoying the feeling of Sebastian’s hands wrapped tightly around his waist.
Sebastian plants his feet on the bed and arches his hips up, his cock a tease as it rubs against him. It makes Blaine snap, and he reaches over to his bedside drawer, keeping his and Sebastian’s legs tangled together. He searches through books and pieces of paper until he finds what he’s looking for, his fist tightening around the bottle of lube.
Blaine settles back over Sebastian and takes a moment to stare down, to catch his breath, and to just look at the boy underneath him. Sebastian is long and lean, trim muscle and light skin. His hair falls against his forehead, a few of the longer strands getting caught over his eyebrows. He looks delicious—there’s no other word for it. His thumbs stroke over the bones of Blaine’s hips, constant circles against his skin, and Blaine tries not to notice the look that Sebastian gives him—one that makes goosebumps break out along Blaine’s neck and makes him wonder, in the very far corner of his mind, if what they’re doing is more than just a hookup.
Blaine shakes his head to clear his thoughts and looks away from Sebastian’s face, focusing on popping open the lid in his hand and spreading the cool liquid on his fingers. He’s unsure how intimate Sebastian gets with one night stands and the last thing Blaine wants is for this to get awkward.
He starts with two fingers, wants Sebastian inside of him as quickly as possible, contorting his arm behind his back and down, until the tips of his fingers are pressing against his hole and then pushing inside. The angle is awkward, he’s never fingered himself in this position before, but it still feels good, being stretched open, even if he can’t touch himself like he normally would.
He has two fingers fully inside, pressing and opening, when he feels Sebastian stretch off of the bed, reaching around and grabbing at Blaine’s wrist.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Sebastian says, his hand a tight bracelet around Blaine’s wrist until Blaine gets the hint and removes his fingers. “Let me do it.”
Blaine moans, loud and long, spreading his legs wider at the first press of Sebastian’s fingers. They slide in easily and Blaine listens for the hitch in Sebastian’s breath, the sound that he’s slowly becoming addicted to. It feels so much better with Sebastian doing this, his long fingers angling just right, sliding in and out and filling Blaine up better than he could do on his own.
“You feel…” Sebastian says, his voice filled with heat and awe, but he trails off and Blaine’s unsure if Sebastian even knows he’s speaking out loud. Sebastian’s eyes are trained between Blaine’s legs, where his hand disappears between their bodies.
Soon Blaine is rocking back onto Sebastian’s fingers, babbling and begging for him to add a third. Sebastian is bordering on clumsy as he pours more lube onto his fingers and Blaine can’t help but wonder if he’s this anxious with all of his hookups.
When he pushes a third finger inside, Blaine’s knees buckle and he falls forward, his hands landing on Sebastian’s chest as he tries to keep himself upright. It’s been so long since he’s done this, since he’s had this done to him, and he’s slowly losing his mind at the way Sebastian’s fingers move inside him. There’s no pain, just a complete fullness that Blaine has been missing, and when Sebastian turns his fingers just right, there’s a promise of more.
“Okay, okay,” Blaine says hurriedly, ready and so willing. He groans as Sebastian slowly removes his fingers and swings his legs off Sebastian’s thighs when Sebastian taps his hips. He watches as Sebastian rolls over onto his side, the muscles of his back moving and shifting as he looks for his pants on the floor. Blaine leans forward and places a kiss in between the space of Sebastian’s shoulder blades, Sebastian tensing up for just a moment before relaxing.
Sebastian is rolling over onto his back as quickly as he left, settling back into the pillows, condom in hand. He rips the condom open and starts unrolling it without a second thought, tossing the wrapper and covering his dick with lube. Blaine watches, heat and excitement gnawing at his stomach, waiting until Sebastian tosses the lube to the side and crooks a finger at Blaine, beckoning him closer and grinning the entire time.
Blaine quickly moves up Sebastian’s legs and drops down over his hips, his knees sliding apart as he fits his body perfectly against Sebastian’s. He holds Sebastian’s cock tightly in his hand and slowly, slowly sinks down.
It feels like too much at first, like it always does, but soon his body is opening as he falls further and further down. He lets go of Sebastian’s dick and reaches back, gripping his fingers onto Sebastian’s bent knees. He rests for a moment once he’s completely filled, lets his body get used to the feeling that he’s been missing for months.
“Blaine,” Sebastian says, his voice choked, his hands gripping Blaine’s thighs. He jerks his hips up and Blaine moans. “I knew you’d be so fucking good.”
Blaine feels his chest swell and he tells himself it’s with pride. He’s not a let-down for Sebastian, not a disappointment. He rises up a few inches and drops back down, moving his hips in small circles as he goes. Sebastian thrusts up and they almost instantly find a rhythm together. Blaine tries not to think about how it’s never been this easy for him, how they’ve been fucking for barely five minutes and this is already the best Blaine’s ever had.
It’s how Sebastian moves his hips, the way his nails scratch against Blaine’s skin, the way he already knows how Blaine likes him to stay inside for just a second too long before pulling back out. The way his voice sounds, scratchy and deep, the perfect pitch as Blaine’s name rolls off his tongue. He fucks Blaine like he’s not thinking of anything else, like there’s nowhere he’d rather be.
“Did you think about it too?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine’s not sure when his eyes closed, but he opens them as Sebastian’s voice catches in his ears. “Did you think about me fucking you?”
Blaine could lie, could say no. But he finds himself not wanting to lie to Sebastian about this, about anything.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice shaky as Sebastian quickens his thrusts. Blaine moves faster to keep up, rising and falling in perfect time with Sebastian. “Yeah, of course I did.”
Sebastian groans and digs his fingers harder into the muscles of Blaine’s thighs.
There’s sweat dripping down the back of Blaine’s neck, a burn in his thighs that he loves and craves. His muscles are starting to get sore, but he wants more, wants Sebastian to push him over the edge. He moves quicker, rocking up and down, his body meeting the sharp, precise thrusts from Sebastian. It’s almost unforgiving, the way Sebastian moves inside of him, hard and exactly right, exactly the way Blaine wants it. But there’s something more there, the way Sebastian looks at Blaine, the way his hands are now cradling Blaine’s hips, and it makes Blaine’s breath catch in his throat.
He’s so fucking close, walking on a tight rope all night that’s about to snap. He fucks down quicker, harder, urging Sebastian to do the same. He finally lets go of Sebastian’s thighs, his fingers cramped after digging into the hard muscles, and wraps his fist around his dick. He’s not going to last, he was never going to, not with the way Sebastian is touching him, looking at him, saying his name.
“Come on,” Sebastian urges, his voice almost pleading, his eyes stuck watching where Blaine fucks his hand. “Blaine, come on.”
The tightrope snaps and Blaine falls, his back bending forward as pleasure shoots up his spine. He loses himself for a while, drifting as Sebastian’s groans grow louder beneath him. He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, only opening his eyes when Sebastian stills and begins to rub his palm across Blaine’s lower back.
“Hey, you with me?” Sebastian asks, gently tugging on Blaine’s hips until Blaine gets the hint, groaning as he rises up on his sore legs and off of Sebastian. He falls down onto the bed next to him, his limbs heavy but completely content.
The bed dips as Sebastian rolls off and Blaine blinks through blurry vision to see Sebastian picking up his clothes from the floor, wiping off his stomach, and tossing the condom into the trash. He watches as Sebastian dresses, pulling on his jeans and buttoning up his shirt.
“You have my number still?” Sebastian asks as he pats his pockets, checking to make sure he has his wallet.
“Yeah, I think so.” Blaine doesn’t tell him that he memorized his number months ago, when he deleted it out of his phone to make someone else happy, but never erasing it from his memory.
“Give me a call if you want to do this again. It was fun,” Sebastian says easily, no hint of embarrassment and Blaine thinks he must be used to this part by now.
“Do you need me to walk you out?” Blaine asks, although he’s unsure his legs will actually work long enough to walk with Sebastian to the front door.
“No thanks,” Sebastian laughs, tossing his keys from hand to hand, his grin wide and his showing teeth. “I think I can find my way out.”
“Okay. See you, Sebastian,” Blaine says, rolling onto his side to get more comfortable.
The last thing Blaine remembers before he drifts off is Sebastian’s smooth voice and the sound of the door shutting behind him.
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