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Chapter 3
Blaine looks forward to Friday all week—since he opens his eyes Saturday morning, his body sore and tired and completely content.
He counts down the days; watching the minutes tick by during class, finishing his homework on autopilot, the words and numbers barely registering. He rehearses for glee with Sam and Artie after school and trips over his feet while he thinks about how many hours until his house is empty, until his parents leave for dinner and drinks and a movie on Friday night.
He spends all week pressing his fingers into the bruises covering his thighs; when he showers, when he gets dressed, through his jeans while he’s sitting in class, the small purple marks a perfect match to Sebastian’s finger tips.
He gets texts throughout the week; Sam’s excited ramblings about the newest Avengers movie and Tina asking for advice on buying bright flats or black platforms. He doesn’t hear from Sebastian at all and it doesn’t bother him, not really. They haven’t spoken in so long and he hadn’t expected their friendship to pick right back up again after a night of sex. Not hearing from Sebastian doesn’t surprise him. What does surprise him is that he doesn’t get his hopes up, not once, that one of the texts is from Kurt.
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It’s not as crowded as it was the weekend before, Blaine notices as he slips his fake ID back into his wallet. The bouncer grins at him and shakes his head as Blaine makes his way passed, shoulder hugging the wall as his eyes scan the crowd. He tells himself he’s not looking for Sebastian, not specifically, but he can’t help the sinking feeling that starts in his chest and settles in his stomach when he doesn’t see a tall, lean body and light brown hair dancing in the crowd of people.
He stands with his back against the wall of the outskirts on the bar, kicking his foot up so the bottom of his shoe rests against the wall. Most of the men on the floor are paired up, dancing with their bodies close together, and the flashbacks come hard and quick; Sebastian’s hands skimming against Blaine’s back, Sebastian’s thigh nudged in between Blaine’s legs, their lips pressed together. Blaine feels heat creep up under his collar and he shakes his head to clear his thoughts. He doesn’t need Sebastian here to have a good time and enjoy himself. There are plenty of guys here tonight for Blaine to flirt and dance with—and maybe more.
Blaine spots a cute boy at the jukebox. He’s on the short side, maybe an inch shorter than Blaine, and Blaine can’t help but think how they would stand eye to eye while they danced, how his cheek wouldn’t rest against the warm skin on the boy’s neck. He’s got a nice smile, though, and the muscles of his arms flex as he flips through the selections on the jukebox. He’ll be easy enough, Blaine decides, and he slips his hands in his pockets as he pushes off of the wall.
“Going so soon?” a voice asks behind him and there’s a sudden warm pressure catching him by the elbow. Blaine knows the voice, of course he does, and he lets himself be pulled to a stop.
“Sebastian,” Blaine says, turning around to face him. He looks even better than last time; his jeans tighter, his shirt clinging across his chest and arms. Blaine wonders if Sebastian dressed like this on purpose, if he had Blaine on his mind as he picked out his clothes. The thought makes Blaine dig his teeth into the inside of his cheek, holding himself back from asking Sebastian back to his house immediately. Instead he plays it cool, casually shrugging his arm out of Sebastian’s hand. “Having fun?”
“I am now,” Sebastian replies easily. He takes a step forward, until there’s only a sliver of space between them. “Want to dance?”
Blaine nods and Sebastian reaches for his hand, guiding them through the small crowd of people and onto the dance floor. There’s plenty of room around them, but Sebastian still moves his arm around Blaine’s body until it’s resting on his back, pulling Blaine closer until they’re crowded together. They’re close enough that Blaine can smell Sebastian’s cologne and there’s something already familiar about it, the scent making Blaine shiver as he remembers the way it smelled concentrated in the dip of Sebastian’s neck.
They rock to the beat of the music, their bodies finding the rhythm easily as it pulses through their chests. Blaine lets his arms hang loosely around Sebastian’s waist as they dance through one song and then the next, their hips rocking together in a give-and-take movement. The music is loud, too loud to speak with their mouths so far apart. So Blaine rocks back with the beat and then up onto his toes, reaching up to find what is quickly becoming his favorite spot—the curve of Sebastian’s neck where his jaw disappears behind his ear—and pressing his lips to the skin.
“How was your week?” Blaine asks, mostly because it’s the polite thing to do. After he says it, he realizes how out of place it seems, asking Sebastian such a simple question while their bodies are pressed together—Sebastian’s knee sneaking in between Blaine’s thighs—but they haven’t spoken since they started dancing.
Sebastian pulls back from Blaine just enough to throw his head back in laughter, his feet never losing the beat of the music. Blaine casts his eyes to the floor as Sebastian laughs, his shoulders shaking and his hands moving just slightly against Blaine’s back. He leans back in, so, so close, right up against Blaine’s ear.
“Are you trying to turn us into friends?” Sebastian asks, and Blaine can hear the smirk in his voice.
“We used to be friends, didn’t we?” Blaine asks, just loud enough over the music for Sebastian to hear. They were, they both know it. When they would spend hours on the phone together, trading stories about Dalton and the Warblers, until Blaine’s phone beeped with an incoming call and he was forced to hang up. When Blaine had to make a choice, “me or him, Blaine”, as unfair as it was.
It’s only then that Blaine notices that they’ve stopped dancing, their feet barely shuffling on the floor. Their arms are still wrapped around each other, but Sebastian is looking questioningly at Blaine, the barest hint of a frown on his lips. Blaine tries to backtrack quickly, to get them back to how they were before, grinding hips and wondering hands.
“Besides,” Blaine says, dipping his hips along with the music, coaxing Sebastian back into dancing. “Isn’t the term ‘friends with benefits’?”
Sebastian doesn’t say anything for a beat and Blaine can feel his pulse pounding.
But then Sebastian’s lips turn up and the awkwardness disappears. “I’ve always preferred ‘fuck buddies’,” he replies, his thigh finding its way back between Blaine’s legs. Blaine lets out a sigh of relief that Sebastian doesn’t hear.
“So?” Blaine prompts, leaning closer to speak against curve of Sebastian’s neck.
Sebastian raises an eyebrow as if to say, “are we really doing this?” before taking a breath. “You just want to hear about the Warblers,” he says, the vibrations from his voice skimming along Blaine’s skin, and Blaine shrugs his shoulders. “You miss us.”
“Some more than others,” Blaine mumbles, even though he’s confident Sebastian doesn’t hear him.
They talk as they dance, their conversation consisting of lips against heated skin. The way Sebastian moves against him makes Blaine flush, from his cheeks down to his neck, and he’s glad for the dark lighting in the bar. He hears about a new Warbler, unable to catch his name over the loud music, picking up details here and there about military school and an evil white cat. Blaine’s not sure if he mishears him or not, but he finds that as long as Sebastian is slotting their hips together, he doesn’t really care.
“Do you want to grab a drink?” Sebastian asks, his moving his hips in small circles.
“No,” Blaine says. He doesn’t want to wait for the alcohol to wear off so he can drive home, doesn’t want anything making his head cloudy tonight. He wants Sebastian again, wants him in his bed, but there’s still a hint of lingering doubt swirling around in his head—just enough to not ask for what he wants.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Sebastian asks and Blaine would be jealous at how easy it is for him to say what he wants, but Blaine’s eyes are already searching for the glowing red exit sign. It’s quicker than it was the week before, Sebastian confident and Blaine quick to follow.
Sebastian tugs his head to the side, motioning towards the door. Blaine nods his head quickly and Sebastian grips tightly onto his hips one last time before letting go. He turns and Blaine can’t help but stare; he knows what the slope of Sebastian’s shoulders feel like under his fingers, knows how hard he can dig into the muscles of Sebastian’s back before he gasps. It’s dizzying, the way the want surges through him as they pass by pairs of men. He feels as though he has tunnel vision, the edges of his sight blurred down until all he can focus on is making it out of the door.
They sweep past the bouncer, not touching, but Blaine so close behind that he can see the muscles move under Sebastian’s shirt as he presses the heavy door open. They walk outside quickly and Blaine jams his hands into the pocket of his sweater as the chilly air travels down his body.
Sebastian is parked across the lot from Blaine, he can see the street lights bouncing off the shiny black car, but Sebastian doesn’t go over. Instead, he slows his steps until he falls a few paces behind Blaine, following him until Blaine is standing in front of his own car.
“You know,” Sebastian says, crowding closer to Blaine, his voice a low murmur as he presses Blaine back against the car. The glass and metal are cool against Blaine’s back and he blames that on the sudden goose bumps that break out across his skin. Sebastian leans in closer, until Blaine can feel the warm puff of his breath on his cold skin. “We were in such a hurry, I didn’t even get a chance to do this.”
Blaine’s ready for it when Sebastian leans down and presses their lips together, but it still makes a small gasp catch in the back of his throat, his mouth parting before their lips actually touch. Sebastian’s lips are warm against his own, such a difference from the cool air around them, and Blaine automatically moves up, closer, soaking in Sebastian’s body heat. The warmth starts in his cheeks, traveling down his body as Sebastian takes a step closer, Blaine’s legs sliding apart to give him more room to move in.
Sebastian has one hand pressed against the car, the other wandering Blaine’s body; skimming over his shoulder, catching an elbow, resting on his hip, before moving to Blaine’s chest and down, landing on his lower stomach. Blaine feels his muscles tense up—so close to where he wants him—and he bites down gently onto Sebastian’s lip, urging Sebastian to do what he wants.
Sebastian’s groan vibrates against Blaine’s lips and he pulls back from the kiss, licking at his lips, his eyelids heavy as he breathes deeply. He watches Blaine for a moment and it causes the hairs on the back of Blaine’s neck to stand on end, just imagining what’s running through Sebastian’s mind.
“I can’t wait to fuck you tonight,” Sebastian says and then he finally, finally moves his hand lower, passed the waist of Blaine’s jeans until he’s right over Blaine’s cock. Blaine is already hard, has been since Sebastian’s hands were all over him on the dance floor, and his pushes his hips off the car and into Sebastian’s flat palm. His head falls back, thumping against the side of the car, his eyes sliding shut as Sebastian starts to rub at him through the layer of his jeans. The feeling is dulled and only a hint of what Blaine knows is coming, but it’s still enough for him to bite down on his lip to hush his cries that are threatening to spill out.
“It’s so hot how badly you want it,” Sebastian continues, his voice low and right against Blaine’s ear, adding more and more pressure until Blaine’s knees are shaking. Blaine doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed by how easily Sebastian can coax moans and whines from him, how only his hand already has Blaine writhing against the car—but he doesn’t care. It feels so good already, and there’s a voice in the back of his head reminding him how much better it’s going to get.
“Sebastian,” Blaine groans, unable to stop himself, louder than he should while they’re still outside. Blaine needs more—now —and it takes all of his strength to lift his head up off the car and ask, “Can we please go back to my place?”
Sebastian’s hand pauses, just holds a firm pressure, and he chuckles against Blaine’s cheek. “Of course,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of Blaine’s jaw. “You’re driving.”
Blaine misses the warmth of Sebastian’s body against his the second Sebastian pulls away, dropping a wink as he walks around to the passenger door. Blaine’s a little surprised, had expected they would take two cars like the week before, but he doesn’t say anything as he gathers himself and sits down in the car, leaning over to unlock Sebastian’s door. Sebastian slides in, smooth and graceful, looking over at Blaine. “Let’s go.”
Blaine nods, starting the car and gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus some of his energy. He’s wound tight, excitement and arousal buzzing through him. He keeps his eyes on the road as he drives out of the parking lot, not once flicking them over to peek at Sebastian, so it’s a complete surprise when he feels fingers plucking at the button of his pants and tugging on his zipper. Blaine jumps, jerking forward against his seatbelt, completely startled. He whips his head to the side and is met with Sebastian’s sly grin.
“What?” Sebastian asks innocently as he slides his fingers through a layer of fabric, until his fingers are wrapping around Blaine’s dick over his briefs. Blaine sputters out a surprised cough and Sebastian only laughs. “Aren’t you supposed to be driving?”
Blaine drags his eyes away from Sebastian and back to the road, short breaths coming in quick puffs as he tries to concentrate on driving. He can’t, though, and it’s useless to try, not when Sebastian drags his fist up and down Blaine’s cock slowly, the sensation not at all dulled by the thin layer of Blaine’s underwear that separates their skin.
“Eyes on the road, Blaine,” is the only warning Sebastian offers before he’s stretching out, his long body turning sideways and bending in half. Blaine only has a moment to wonder what Sebastian is doing before he feels warmth on his cock, Sebastian’s mouth open and his tongue pressing at Blaine through his briefs. He mouths at Blaine’s cock, breathing warm air and licking until the fabric is damp and sticking to Blaine’s skin.
“What are you doing?” Blaine says, gritting his teeth and trying to concentrate on the road. His eyes keep threatening to close, to roll into the back of his head as Sebastian mouths at his dick, the warmth of his mouth radiating through the cotton. Sebastian’s tongue is pressing everywhere and it’s as if there’s not a layer between them. Sebastian’s lips catch on the head of Blaine’s cock and he sucks, bringing his free hand across his body to stroke high on Blaine’s thigh. Blaine tightens his grip on the steering wheel and can feel when Sebastian smirks against him, the corners of his lips pulling up, his mouth never stopping as he sucks at Blaine’s dick.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sebastian says, pulling away just enough to answer him. His voice is just a bit smug, knowing exactly what he’s doing and how it’s affecting Blaine.
“You have to stop,” Blaine begs. It pains him to say it; Sebastian’s mouth on him feels good, too good—good enough that his arms are shaking and his foot is slipping off of the gas pedal. They’re so close to his house now and the last thing he wants is his car in a ditch, which is bound to happen if Sebastian keeps dragging his fingers on the inside of his thighs.
Sebastian pulls away with a teasing pout on his face. “Well, you’re no fun,” he says, sitting back in his seat. He reaches over and buttons Blaine’s jeans, not bothering to zip them.
Blaine takes a deep breath to settle himself, dropping his eyes down for just a moment to where Sebastian’s hand is still resting on his lap, his fingers tracing absent minded patterns against Blaine’s inner thigh. He can feel the warmth of Sebastian’s fingers bleeding through his clothes, excitement settling in the pit of his stomach and making him drive just a little bit faster, until they turn onto his street and pull into his driveway.
It’s a race to get out of the car. Blaine tries to play it cool, he really does, but he can’t help the way Sebastian makes him feel, how badly he wants him. It’s addictive; the way Sebastian’s hands settle on his hips as he tries to unlock his front door, the way he covers Blaine’s back completely as he moves closer, rubbing his dick against Blaine’s ass. Blaine can feel how hard he is, the pressure nothing more than a tease, and Blaine fumbles with the key a few times before he gets the door open and they stumble inside.
They lose their shoes quickly, Blaine tugging off his sweater as he makes his way down the hall, Sebastian close behind. He’s done being worried and nervous, done with feeling bad for wanting this. He flicks on the light of his bedroom and doesn’t even think twice before grabbing Sebastian’s hand and pulling, until they’re crowded at the foot of Blaine’s bed.
“Whoa. Someone’s in a hurry,” Sebastian says. He may be teasing Blaine, but the look on his face gives him away; eyes dark and low, his mouth parted just a bit as he breathes quickly.
Blaine climbs onto the bed, body thrumming as he realizes he’s the one that made Sebastian look like that, so undone. He lies back on the bed and tugs his shirt off. “Is that a problem?”
“Fuck,” Sebastian curses, eyes sweeping down Blaine’s chest. “Of course it’s not.” His hands are at the bottom of his shirt in an instant, pulling it up over his head and casting it on the floor. Blaine’s not sure if he’ll ever tire of seeing Sebastian like this, pale skin and lean muscle. It’s delicious; the way his broad shoulders taper down to his slim waist, the cut of his hip bones, the light line of hair on his lower stomach that Blaine wants to feel with his lips.
It’s almost predatory, the way Sebastian stalks up the bed; on his hands and knees until he’s sliding up in between Blaine’s legs, his chest hovering right over Blaine’s. Blaine arches up, needs to feel their naked skin together, but Sebastian just pulls away, smiling and teasing.
“How do you want it tonight?” he asks, an edge to his voice that Blaine’s not used to hearing. Sebastian’s the more experienced one out of them, knows how to control himself and keep his composure while he’s in bed with another guy. But Blaine doesn’t miss the small tremors that wrack his hands, the way his eyes goes unfocused when Blaine licks his lips.
“However you want it,” Blaine says, keeping their eyes locked together. He wants to get a reaction out of Sebastian and he’s not disappointed; Sebastian groans, deep in the back of his throat, and he drops down immediately to kiss Blaine.
It’s hot and eager right away, mouths open and tongues licking. Blaine moans when Sebastian moves down far enough so their chests finally press together, Sebastian’s skin feeling as if it’s on fire against Blaine’s own. His hands are on Sebastian’s back in an instant, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. It makes Blaine’s head spin when Sebastian licks into his mouth, moving their tongues together. Blaine rocks his hips up, can’t stop himself, accidently biting down on Sebastian’s lip when their cocks slide together.
“Blaine, you’re fucking killing me,” Sebastian groans, pulling back and running his tongue over the spot where Blaine’s teeth had just sunken in. Just a hint of pride swells up in Blaine’s chest and he slides his hands down Sebastian’s back until they’re resting on the waist of his pants. Blaine tugs down and Sebastian gets the hint immediately, leaning back onto his knees and undoing the button and zipper, pulling off his pants and underwear in the same quick movement. He reaches into the front pocket of his jeans before he discards them and pulls out a condom, tossing it up the bed and watching as it lands near Blaine’s shoulder. Blaine takes a second to just look, to appreciate Sebastian, before he’s undoing his own pants, hips lifting off the bed so Sebastian can tug his clothes off of him completely.
They pause for a moment; Blaine laid out on the bed and Sebastian up on his knees, the only sound in the room is their labored breathing, rough breaths spilling through their lips. Blaine moves first, hooking an ankle around Sebastian’s calf and pulling, coaxing Sebastian back up the bed. Sebastian shakes his head as if he had been lost in the moment and then moves quickly, sliding back up the bed and grabbing onto Blaine’s hips.
“Like this,” he says, digging his fingers into Blaine’s hip and urging him to move. “I want to fuck you like this.”
Blaine gets the hint, rolling over onto his stomach and then up to his knees and on his elbows. The position is so blatantly sexual that a blush is creeping up the back of Blaine’s neck. There’s no doubt that it’s hot though, that part of Blaine is incredibly turned on at the idea of being so obviously on display for Sebastian. His arousal overpowers all if it, the hint of embarrassment etching away as Sebastian presses a hand to Blaine’s ass.
“You have no idea how long I wanted this,” Sebastian murmurs, his voice low and barely carrying to Blaine’s ears. Blaine shakes lightly at his words, lets them sink through his skin and settle in his bones. It’s what gets him the most about this whole thing, what makes him hard and panting and sweating before Sebastian is really even doing anything at all; the knowledge that Sebastian wants this just as badly as Blaine does, maybe even more.
Sebastian nips his teeth at the bottom of Blaine’s spine and Blaine jerks forward and then back, rocking into Sebastian’s touch. Sebastian just chuckles and presses a quick kiss to the same spot before leaning over and blindly opening Blaine’s bedside drawer. The intimacy of it makes something curl up deep in Blaine’s chest, watching as Sebastian is already familiar enough with his room to know where he keeps his most private things. Sebastian’s fingers snatch the condom on his way back and Blaine settles in on his elbows, head dropping down between his shoulder blades.
“Okay?” Sebastian asks softly, running a hand lightly down Blaine’s back, over his hips, across his ass. It’s almost sweet, as close to it as Blaine’s ever heard from Sebastian anyway, and he struggles to nod.
The cap flicks open and Blaine lets his knees spread a little farther apart, making it easier when he feels the tip of Sebastian’s finger pressing at his hole. It’s so good right from the start and only gets better as Sebastian slides his long finger inside. His free hand stays on Blaine’s hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against Blaine’s skin.
Blaine bites roughly onto his lip, trying to stay quiet. They’ve only done this once before and Blaine doesn’t know what Sebastian likes in bed, not really. Doesn’t know how Sebastian likes his partner to respond, how quiet or loud he should be. But he can’t help the loud whimper that breaks through his lips when Sebastian adds a second finger.
“God Blaine, the sounds you make,” Sebastian says as he presses his fingers inside, a bit of awe edged to his voice. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”
And that’s what gets Blaine the most, what he’s wanted to hear for months but hasn’t. Someone telling him he’s good, that he’s worth it. Sebastian leaves no doubt that this is what he wants, that he wants Blaine and no one else right now.
“I’m ready,” Blaine chokes out, like he can’t keep it inside anymore. Sebastian is all around him, and Blaine can’t stop it, doesn’t want to.
Sebastian pulls away and a whine gets stuck in Blaine’s throat as he slowly inches back, until he bumps into Sebastian’s legs. Sebastian just laughs and pets a soothing hand across the small of Blaine’s back. “Easy, easy. I’m getting there,” he whispers.
Blaine holds still as Sebastian moves behind him, tense only out of excitement, out of want. He holds his breath until he feels Sebastian place a hand on his back, steadying him as he slowly pushes inside.
And then all of his breath leaves him at once, a loud burst of air pushing through his lips and turning into a groan as Sebastian moves, pressing slowly, his hand a solid pressure on Blaine’s back. It’s right on the edge of being too much; the way Sebastian fills him up so completely, the way his hands move to grip Blaine’s hips as he rocks forward, his voice soft as he asks, “are you okay?” when Blaine’s arms start to shake.
“Yeah,” Blaine chokes out, starting to shift back, meeting Sebastian’s thrusts. “I’m good. It’s so good.” He’s rambling, he knows it, but he can’t stop the words from falling out of his mouth. But the way Sebastian’s thrusts pick up speed, how his fingers grip tighter on Blaine’s waist, it’s clear that Blaine’s words are affecting him, too.
Blaine is almost shocked when Sebastian leans forward and presses his chest to Blaine’s back, draping himself over Blaine’s body completely. He jerks back at the unexpected contact but settles down quickly, enjoying the feeling of Sebastian covering him. It’s overwhelming how Sebastian is touching him everywhere—along the back of Blaine’s thighs, up his spine, his breath pricking against Blaine’s neck as his hips rock against Blaine’s ass. Sebastian stretches his arms out alongside Blaine’s, their fingers brushing together as Sebastian grinds his hips.
Blaine is already so close, and maybe he should be embarrassed about that, but he’s not at all—can’t possibly be when Sebastian is whispering bits and pieces of sentences against his ear, dirty thoughts about how Blaine feels growled into his neck, making him shiver.
“Please,” Blaine begs, although he’s not sure for what. He just knows he needs more… something, anything—his entire is body strung up tight. Sebastian must understand what he’s pleading for because his arm moves from Blaine’s side, around his waist, and slides along his stomach until his fingers are circling Blaine’s dick.
“Is this what you want?” Sebastian asks, his voice right there, right against Blaine’s ear, as he fucks him with hard, quick thrusts. “Is this going to make you come?”
There’s no way for Blaine to form words right now, not even if he wanted to, so he just nods his head quickly, gasping when Sebastian’s fingers tighten around him and his hand starts moving, the rhythm of his hips never faltering.
It feels like forever and no time at all before Blaine starts to come, moaning Sebastian’s name over and over, his arms threatening to give out from under him as Sebastian strokes him through the last of it. He soaks up the feeling, the last few seconds of Sebastian all over him. He whines softly as Sebastian pulls back, removing his chest from Blaine’s back and putting his hands back on Blaine’s hips. His thrusts are turning erratic, filth tumbling out of his mouth as he gets closer. Blaine basks in it, loves hearing his name sandwiched between curses, and tries to commit the sound to memory.
Sebastian’s hips still as he finishes coming, but he stays inside Blaine for a few moments longer before slowly pulling out, his fingers stroking lightly at Blaine’s skin as he does. Blaine sags down immediately, his arms loose and weak, the bed creaking as Sebastian rolls off to clean up. Blaine stays face down, his cheek pressed into the pillows, for a few blissful seconds before rolling over onto his back and searching for Sebastian.
He finds him, bent over and looking for something on the floor. His naked skin seems to stretch on forever, the red blush across his chest slowly fading. Sebastian turns at the sound of Blaine moving and offers him a small but genuine smile and Blaine feels his heart lodge somewhere in his throat. It’s a bit of intimacy; something he hasn’t really felt with Sebastian yet, something that he hasn’t had for months and misses.
Sebastian doesn’t bother putting on the clothes he was just picking through, instead crossing back over to the bed and getting on. He lies down next to Blaine, only a few inches of space separating their bodies, and tucks his arms underneath his head as he reclines back. Blaine lets his eyes drift shut, just enjoying the moment as he listens to Sebastian’s even breathing beside him. He knows he has to tell Sebastian his parents will be home soon, that they have to leave and get Sebastian back to his car. He doesn’t want this moment to be over, not yet, not when he knows he won’t be seeing Sebastian again for another week.
It’s when Blaine feels Sebastian tuck his ankle around Blaine’s that his eyes snap open, looking down the length of their bodies. It’s the only spot where they’re touching, just two ankles wrapped together, bones and skin. Blaine holds his breath, just watching, notices the hair on Sebastian’s legs and how his skin is just a shade paler than Blaine’s own.
“We have to go,” Blaine blurts out. Because Sebastian doesn’t do boyfriends, commitment, monogamy, and Blaine can’t let his mind go to those places. Sebastian jerks besides him, Blaine’s voice too loud for the quiet room. “I mean, my parents are going to be home soon,” he pauses and takes a breath. “So we should probably get you back to your car.”
The speed at which Sebastian rips his ankle away makes Blaine’s head spin, a blur of skin as Sebastian climbs off the bed in search of his clothes. Blaine feels something like lead sink in his stomach and he rolls off the bed, gathering his own clothes and crossing the hall to the bathroom to get dressed and clean up.
When he gets back to his room, Sebastian is in his clothes, his arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping.
“So are we going or what?” he asks, clearly impatient. The rock in Blaine’s stomach grows as he reaches into his pocket to make sure he has his car keys.
“Yeah,” Blaine mumbles. “Yeah, we can go.” He’s not sure how he can make the situation better, to get it back to the moment where they were sharing Blaine’s bed, their ankles hooked together. So he stays quiet, opening his bedroom door and leading Sebastian down the hallway.
The car ride back to Scandals is tense, Sebastian staring out the window as Blaine drives. There’s a hundred thoughts running through Blaine’s head, but he can’t make up his mind on what he wants to say. Nothing seems good enough, won’t get his point across about how much he enjoyed everything that happened tonight. Sebastian’s face is blank and unreadable, his eyes flicking at the trees and telephone poles passing outside his window.
When they drive into the parking lot, Blaine pulls up besides Sebastian’s car. Sebastian is quick to unbuckle his seat belt, his hand on the door when Blaine reaches over to stop him. Sebastian looks down to where Blaine is gripping onto his thigh, the muscle tense beneath his fingers.
“We’re okay, right?” Blaine asks. Because if this is the last time they do this, if he’s never going to have Sebastian like this again, he wants to know.
Sebastian doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, but then he grins. Blaine wishes it was a smile instead.
“Of course we’re okay,” Sebastian says easily. “I’d say we’re more than okay after a fuck like that.”
Blaine laughs, relief washing over him, the tension broken. He releases his hold on Sebastian’s leg, but leans closer and Sebastian meets him in the middle, their lips pressing together. It’s not sweet and chaste or fast and dirty; it’s just a nice kiss, their lips parting slightly before closing again and pulling away.
Sebastian opens his door, but before he gets out he turns to Blaine. “I know you have my number,” he says, one foot out of the car. “Use it.”
Blaine nods and Sebastian winks before stepping out, the door shutting softly behind him.