Author's note: Thanks again for all the reviews (you guys rock!) I never -ever- expected such a big response to a Dave/Seb story.
PART SEVEN
He really hadn't meant to kiss Dave like that. He'd been excited from the hard-fought-for victory, wanting to share his excitement and exhilaration with Dave… He'd just reached out and pressed their lips together. He'd been furious with himself but then Dave had pulled him close, reinitiated the kiss, and there hadn't been room to be furious with himself. Instead there had been a solid body pressed against his own and as if realizing he suddenly had permission he had kissed back with a level of intensity he's not felt before.
He doesn't know if it's the waiting and wanting, or the fact that he actually likes Dave, or whether it's the fact that Dave is different in every single way from any other guy he's been with, but highly suspects it's actually a combination of everything. He's sitting beside Dave now, on the bus back to Dalton, his hand nestled in Dave's and being stroked with feather-light touch of fingers over the fleshy part of his palm. He's never been so aware of his own skin before, and he'd swear to anyone that asks that he can, right in this moment, feel the blood pulsing through his body with every beat of his heart.
"You okay?" Dave murmurs and his eyes snap up to meet his.
Dave shouldn't be the one asking him that question, he should be the one asking Dave. Blaine and Kurt had of course come stepping down to the field. Kurt's eyes had been furious, but at least he'd kept his mouth shut. There had been a couple of homophobic comments from the opposing team, and he's used to ignoring them but Dave had stiffened beside him, tense. He'd linked his fingers with Dave's then, squeezed maybe a bit too hard, but he'd wanted to convey that everything was okay.
"I'm fine. Better than fine. Fantastic."
His eyes drop to Dave's lips and flick back up to his eyes. They haven't kissed again, a bus full of their classmates isn't exactly conducive to making out, and he'd kind of like a quiet private conversation because he's nervous as fuck. Dave seems relaxed and calm, which he hadn't expected. He's never done this before, never started a relationship with anyone without and end-date already in mind. And he's never been emotionally involved before, which is the scariest part of it all. Dave seems to be taking it in his stride though, which he has to admit to being envious over.
"Good, cause you look like you're freaking out a little bit," Dave says, and his fingers squeeze his just slightly.
"Man, could you guys get any more gay?" Adam asks, sticking his head over the chair behind them and ruffling their hair, and he turns to glare at him. They've taken a fair bit of ribbing, about the length of time it's taken them to get together (apparently they've been eyeing each other for months, which he knows isn't true); or the fact that the Coach had to break them up on the field, or the fact that he'd wanted to skip the impromptu celebratory party everyone's planning and just spend the time with Dave.
"We could, but I don't think you want my dick in your ass," Sebastian mutters, swatting Adam's hand away. Dave snorts beside him and the other guys nearby laugh. Everyone's feeling pretty hyped up from winning, and he knows the ribbing is good natured but he'd really like the attention to be off them and somewhere else right now. Anywhere else.
The bus pulls up and it's still only mid-afternoon. He knows Dave was planning on staying at Dalton for the weekend, but he doesn't know now if maybe he's changed his mind. He can't talk freely to him when there are other people around, so once they've stepped off the bus he drags Dave towards the garden to the side of the main entrance, the one with formal chest high hedges and benches hidden in little alcoves. He leads Dave to the slim narrow stone bench at the far end, hidden on three sides by hedge and straddles it, urging Dave to do the same so they're facing each other.
"You should really hang out with the team and celebrate…"
"I should really do a lot of things. And besides, I can't think of anything more I'd rather be doing than… talking to you."
"Just talking?" Dave asks, and he gives him a playful grin. He swallows.
"Well, I don't want to… We'll take this as slow as you want."
"And if I don't want to take it slow?"
His mouth falls open and he snaps it shut so fast his teeth clack together.
"God Seb, your face…" Dave says, and he's laughing, and he looks so carefree that he has to laugh a little as well, although the urge to just lean forward and kiss him is almost too much. But again, he means every word he says to Dave, he will wait until Dave's ready.
"I mean it though. I don't want to take it slow. I mean… Don't… hold back okay? I'll let you know if I freak out or something, but I really don't need or want a long slow wooing. A couple of dates might be nice though…" Dave says, and he can tell the last is almost a simple thought out loud.
He decides in that moment though that he's going to date him. Well, organize some dates, because he's not sure if you date your boyfriend, if they're already your boyfriend, and even though they haven't talked about it he has no idea if Dave is his boyfriend now or not. He's just certain he's somehow going to screw this up before it even starts.
He's shaking inwardly, however every time he looks at his hands they're as steady as a rock. It might help that he's been holding on to Sebastian's hand for the best part of the last ninety minutes, but he has no idea where they're going from here. He just knows it going to be forward, although Seb seems to be freaking out even more than him, and he has an idea as to why. This whole thing is a first for both of them. He reaches for Seb, free hand curling into the fabric of his shirt at his waist and tugs him toward him closer so their knees are touching.
"We good?" He asks again and Seb lets out a long breath, almost a sigh and smiles, leans forward and Dave meets him as their lips meet again.
It's probably how their first kiss should have gone, just the two of them without an audience of a few hundred, however he wouldn't change it. Before he had no time to be nervous, just going with it, now he feels awkward as he presses his lips to Seb's. He's aware of everything, the drag of Seb's bottom lip over his, the flick of hot wet tongue, scrape of slightly stubbled skin against stubbled skin, an arm looping around his neck and another hand pressing against his chest.
He feels Sebastian shift, move closer somehow, and he realizes he's kneeling on the bench, knees on the hard stone although Seb doesn't seem to notice. Or care. He pulls back from the kiss for a second, to swallow and catch his breath, and take in the fact that a guy, Seb, is kneeling between his spread legs. Fuck. He leans forward again, and he has to reach upwards as well with the angle and he runs his fingers through Seb's hair, bringing his head down and flicking out his own tongue, feeling bolder at the pliant feeling of Seb's body.
He's obviously doing something right because he literally jerks in his arms when he runs the tips of his tongue over the seam of his lips and then his mouth opens and his tongue is being sucked into Seb's mouth, being stroked by his tongue and holy shit it feels good. He can imagine this mouth and tongue on other parts of his body and his moan mixes with a similar sound from Seb. His cock is tightly confined by the way he's sitting, filling and pushing against the fabric that is pulled tight across his crotch, and he needs to move before it becomes any more painful. He doesn't want to stop kissing Seb but he has to, pulls away reluctantly with a muttered 'need to move before I cut off circulation completely' and Seb is laughing into his shoulder and Dave shoves him slightly, grinning, but no less turned on. He licks his lips and he can taste the unfamiliar flavors of something citrusy and maybe something a bit like chocolate. He licks again, likes the way his lips feel slightly swollen and extra sensitive.
"God, your tongue…" Seb mutters, eyes intent on his mouth.
"I…yeah? What about it?" Dave asks, frowning and sticking his tongue out and peering down at it. He's never been self conscious of his tongue before, but maybe he should be?
"I've been jerking off thinking about it since I saw you lick that chocolate foam off your nose…"
"Um." His mind feels like it's blown a fuse, thinking about Seb jerking off while he thinks about him. Or his tongue. Like it matters.
"Too much information?"
"Uh. Really?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
He's not exactly sure what Seb is apologizing for but makes a mental note to study his tongue in closer detail next time he's in front of a mirror. Kissing seems to be off the menu for now, which is probably for the best, but he hopes he doesn't have to wait too long before they can do it again. And more. He's definitely interested in more if Seb is. Their hands have gone back to being linked and he's stroking the ball of Seb's thumb almost absent mindedly, it's relaxing, although it does send the occasional body shiver through him.
"So, what are you doing for lunch tomorrow?"
"Going to the cafeteria?" Dave replies, frowning at the out of the blue question.
"Hmm. No. Not anymore. We're going on our first date."
"Oh, we are, are we?"
"Huh. I suppose I'm meant to ask first?"
"I think that's how it usually works…" he cups his spare hand around Seb's jaw and kisses him softly. "I'm completely okay with unusual though."