It had been about three weeks and three days since what Blaine in the meantime had decided to call 'The best sex of his life'. And still no phone call.

It wasn't so much the feeling of having felt wanted and then just sort of done with within such a short amount of time as much as he just really, really wanted to see Sebastian again. Maybe even get to know him, if he wanted to.

Because Blaine sure did.

So it was with a face suddenly drained from blood that he bumped into the object of many of his nightly sessions with himself from the last couple of days, in the corridor on his way to the library at the college he worked at.

"Sebastian?"

"Blaine! How the hell are you?" For probably the first time Blaine found himself slightly annoyed with the taller man's insufferable smile. He made an attempt at not sounding too excited while also not seeming hurt, which proved to be sort of a tough thing to do.

"What are you doing here?"

"Apparently there needed to be another round of vaccinations for the students who missed out last time, so here I am, at your service."

"Oh, Ok." As if he would have lost Blaine's number somehow and come all the way down here just to see him again. "You haven't called."

"Right…" There seemed to be a hint of realization flashing in the other man's face. "You have my number, you didn't call either."

And that's when Blaine realized that that in fact was true. Finally, he managed to mirror Sebastian's smile.

"Come with me." Sebastian grabbed onto Blaine's forearm, stringing him along down the hall until they reached the nurse's office and pushed the shorter man into the room, locking the door behind them. The second his hand left the door handle, his mouth was on top of Blaine's. Kissing, sucking.

"Wait…" Blaine had to fight the urge to just let himself go along with whatever the hell was going on because damn it if it didn't feel good, but at the same time he wasn't so sure if this was such a good idea. "I have to work…" But maybe just one more kiss, he thought.

"Work, work, work…" Sebastian's hands were working up and down his back, finally travelling down to grab onto his ass and gave it a squeeze. "If you're so hung up on work then I've got a job for you…" He smirked into the kiss, right hand travelling up to Blaine's mouth, a thumb nudging against his bottom lip.

And without much more thought, Blaine let himself fall down on his knees.


"Professor Anderson, are you alright?"

He didn't do this. He didn't come ten minutes late to class, waving an excuse to the students who had barely noticed he wasn't there anyway because they were too busy checking their Facebook accounts to know.

"Sorry Michelle, what?" He looked up at the student standing by his desk.

"You just look a little flushed, that's all."

Clearing his throat, he realized it was a little sore. "I'm fine. Just got that, flu shot thing, that's why I was late."

He didn't half run to lecture halls, checking his reflection in the glass of the door in the corridor to realize his hair had been pulled in every single direction imaginable, needing to smooth it down before straightening the loose tie around his neck as he approached his destination. Hadn't he been wearing a sweater when he left home this morning?

"Just asking. See you tomorrow."

And he sure as hell didn't give blowjobs to the visiting staff in the nurse's office . But somehow he'd managed to squeeze quite a lot of things that he didn't do into just one afternoon.

"Hey, Professor."

Blaine looked up at the not yet departed Michelle.

"Didn't you get the shot last time?"

And for the second time that day Blaine could feel the blood drain from his face. He cleared his throat, again. "No."

The student raised an eyebrow. "Alright… See you."


The phone lying next to him on the nightstand buzzed. One new message.

Sorry I couldn't return the favor, but you sort of ran out on me before I got the chance.

Sebastian… Blaine thought for a second if he should answer or not and if so, what should he say?

I had to get to class. Send.

Can I call you?

Blaine contemplated his answer for about half a second. Yes. Shortly, his cellphone rang.

"Hi there."

"Why is it that you always ask me if you can call me, but then you have no qualms about sticking your tongue down my throat without a warning?"

"Because my mix of being a perfect gentleman and a guy who doesn't need excuses to stick said tongue into your throat is exactly what enthralls you about me."

Blaine reached to turn of the light by the side of the bed before relaxing into his pillow. "I barely know you, why would I be enthralled."

"Because I know your type, and you're not the kind of guy to just fall to your knees and suck just anybody's dick in the middle of a work day."

If Blaine hadn't actually known the other man well enough to know that he was smiling on the other end, he might have been offended. "Fine… Maybe I'm 'enthralled'."

"What are you wearing?"

So it was going to be one of those phone calls.

"Am I supposed to say 'nothing'?"

"What's the fun if we're not being honest?"

"Ok… Boxers, T-shirt. You?"

"Nothing."

Blaine swallowed. Hard.

"Did you like it?"

"Like what?" Instinctively Blaine let his hand travel down underneath his boxers, having a hunch of what Sebastian was referring to.

"Having my dick in your mouth."

"Uh huh." Blaine wondered to himself if it was possible to have a sexual addiction exclusive to just one person.

"I can't wait to taste you."

In all honesty, he barely knew him. But the man said he couldn't wait to taste him...

"My throat was sore all day afterwards..." He asked himself if that was a hot thing to say, or just odd.

"You should have come back to see me. I am a doctor, remember?" Hot, apparently.

And there was something about the other man, currently whispering things on the other end of the line that normally would have made Blaine blush in response and to be honest, probably hang up, that made him want more of him every second of the day that he let his mind wander just a little bit too far. But at the same time he was more than happy take whatever it was that he had to give, even if it was one of the most physical relationships Blaine had ever had and even though Blaine didn't really do just physical. Which is exactly why just five minutes after he had picked up the phone he was coming in his hand to the soft laughter of Sebastian's voice somewhere in the distance.

And yet, he couldn't help but wanting something more.


Want to grab a coffee or something today? B

I can't. I'm on call. But maybe I can come over tonight? S

I'm having dinner with my brother tonight. B

Afterwards? S

I don't know. B

Maybe this time I can stay the night? S

I'll call you later. B


"Who do you keep texting?" Cooper eyed Blaine curiously as he set down a plate with a burger and fries in front of him.

"A friend. This looks awesome…"

"Alright." The older of the two brothers sat down in his chair. "About time, isn't it?"

"What?" Blaine looked up.

"You haven't seemed to have had many friends lately, that's all."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Taking a big bite off his burger, Blaine chewed painfully slow in hopes of using it as an excuse not to answer any further questions.

"Don't you get lonely?"

Eventually he had to swallow. "I'm not alone."

"I know you're not alone, I was asking if you get lonely."

"I'm dating someone." He almost blurted it out, hoping it would shut his brother up without even thinking of the consequent follow-up questions that were bound to follow, and it wasn't even true. He wasn't dating anyone.

But he very well couldn't say 'I'm sleeping with someone' over dinner.

His brother looked impressed. "Really? What's his name?"

"Sebastian."


"Hi there, stranger."

Blaine pulled the coat clad arm inside the door. "Get in, you must freezing."

"I'm sure you'll figure out a way to warm me up."

After practically passing out, following a pretty impressive reprise of their first night together Blaine foggily blinked his eyes. His body was exhausted, and he wasn't really planning on staying awake for long as he made a half-attempt at rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before staring into the ceiling. "What are we doing?"

He turned his head sideways upon not getting an answer, or even a response only to realize the other side of the bed was empty. He closed his eyes in an attempt to focus on if the shower was running or not.

Nothing.

He grabbed a pillow, burying his face into it as he let out a moan.

"What am I doing?"

TBC