Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews. Those of you that follow me on tumblr know why there was a delay. If you ever wonder where I am, or rather why I am not updating as often, it pays to check there.

If you want to see pictures of the garden/greenhouse they're on tumblr and tagged with "First Day"

This is long. Three times the length of a normal chapter for this story. Hope you like it.


PART EIGHT

He's never studied his tongue before, he always thought it was completely average, but the way Seb was going on about it yesterday brings him to where he is now. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror poking his tongue out at himself. He feels like an idiot, especially considering that fact that he can't see anything out of the ordinary. It's long, and he can easily lick the tip of his nose. And he can roll it, like every other member in his family. When he was younger he'd perfected a rippling-type movement, using it to lick ice cream cones, but hasn't practiced that in years. He tries again, and it kind of works for a few seconds. Given practice he's sure he could get it going again.

He's taken extra time in the shower and shaved, although he usually skips it on a Sunday. He has a date. With Sebastian. He's not sure which fact surprises him more. He'd figured he'd just have to wait until college to find someone who maybe wanted to go out with him. Except… not anymore apparently. As weird as it still feels, he knows there is something about him that Sebastian likes. Or wants. Or both. Nerves flutter in his gut though, and despite their making-out session just yesterday he's worried that they won't be able to make the transition from friends to something… not friends.

As for what Seb has planned, he has no idea, although from the completely horrified and panicked look on Seb's face last night when he'd asked, he doesn't have any idea either. He'd wanted to tell him that it doesn't matter, that just hanging in the common room would be okay, but he'd stopped himself, doesn't want to knock Sebastian's thoughts or plans, but he'll be happy with whatever they do.


He's a nervous wreck. Again. This is why he's never dated anyone before. The expectations are just not realistic, and if he weren't so nervous he'd be freaking out. He has no idea why he suggested a lunch date. What do you do for a lunch date. At least if it was the evening they could go out for dinner, but lunch? Friends do that all the time. They've done it all the time. Crap. He wants to make it distinctively more than just a couple of friends having lunch, but he has no idea how, despite being awake half the night thinking about it.

He knows Dave likes romantic things, did the whole gambit for Kurt, but he keeps coming up blank as to original things he can do, because there's no way in hell he's going for clichéd or run-of-the-mill. He wants something fun, unique and something they can do without leaving Dalton… he's screwed. He goes to the window just in time to see the gardener drive past in his golf cart and he starts grinning. Okay, so he might have to work with a little cliché, but he can work with that.

Grabbing some pen and paper he heads into the choir room to find some of the others. Most of the team are still asleep, and he would be too if he wasn't so nervous, however there are a few Warblers up, sitting around talking. He knows he's going to get shit, but it's a means to an end, and if it means making Dave's first date, hell, his first date, memorable, then he can handle a little shit from his friends.

"Hey guys…"

Several heads turn his way and some of them start grinning and nodding, looking stupidly pleased and he rolls his eyes.

"Look, I need your help. I have, uh, a date. With Dave."

"Yeah, we heard. Or rather saw."

There's a round of snickering and he glares at them until they're quiet, although they seem more amused than anything else.

"How many of you were at the game?"

"Only a few of us, but Trent filmed it so he's already showed everyone else."

"Oh god…" Seb mutters, burying his face in his hands, and he hopes like hell that Dave doesn't know this.

"So what can we help with Lothario?"

"For a start, I have never seduced a woman, but… I kind of wonder what you guys did for your first date. I kind of want to…"

"Aw…you want to make it special," Trent says, looking teary eyed and Sebastian knows Trent's heart is in the right place, and god he hopes Dave appreciates this, because he's pretty sure he wouldn't be doing this for any other guy. The other guys are snickering again and he has to quash all murderous thoughts.

"Look. I'm in a bind. I wasn't thinking and I said a lunch date, and I have no fucking clue what to do, and if any of you suggest a fucking picnic on the lawn I will put your balls in a vice. I have the meal bit covered, but I need an activity –"

"You mean exploring each other's tonsils isn't a date worthy activity?" Jeff asks and Seb throws his pad of paper at his head, except it goes wild and ends up on the floor several feet away from his intended target and everyone is laughing again.

"Here, I've got an idea… it's probably a little lame with just two people, but I'm sure we can make it interesting. Go have a coffee, you're a complete ass when you haven't had your first three cups," Nick says, holding a hand out for the paper and pen. He hands them over reluctantly, he'd kind of planned on taking them with him but he shrugs. He does need caffeine, playing yesterday, things with Dave, and his sleepless night are catching up, and falling asleep during lunch is not a good look.

Coffee in hand he goes and speaks to the gardener, Neil. Finds him where he expected to at this time of day and lays out his plan. He doesn't even need to put on the charm, is simply upfront about what he'd like and he's granted it easily. He works with Neil, putting in a good hour of labor before he's happy. Making a quick detour to the kitchen to ask for a favor he returns to the choir room to find the guys all laughing. Nick holds out the pad of paper to him and he takes it, trepidation creeping through him and he starts to read. Everyone has gone quiet, waiting.

It's a scavenger hunt for the two of you. Here's the deal. You collect all the below items.

You have to take a photo of where you find each item as well.

1. A paperclip

2. A red leaf (this is boring – it was Trent's idea)

3. Candy (the more the better, we're going to eat it)

Seems easy enough so far.

4. Lipstick (bonus if you take a photo of you both wearing some)

5. Dime from 1980s (you can use it later to flip for head)

6. A pair of woman's panties (I suggest you start looking in Drew's room)

Oh no… but he snorts at the idea of riffling through Drew's drawers looking for panties. He'll assume for now that they'll most likely belong to his girlfriend.

7. A piece of fruit (Trent again)

8. Twig and berries

9. Jar of nail polish (this is Trent trying to be risqué) (Oh! Bonus if you paint all your nails of each other and take a photo while doing it)

Seems pretty innocuous so far, and it could be fun. It's definitely not something he'd have thought of, and it's definitely unique. Not a first date he'll ever forget…

10. A piece of cutlery from the dining hall (bonus if you take a photo of one of you giving it fellatio. In the dining hall.)

11. A non-uniform tie (bonus if you take a photo of one of you tied up)

12. Photo of yourself and a vegetable (and no, neither of you count as a vegetable for this)

13. A feather (you can use this later too)

14. Something made of rubber (ha, I think you see where we're going with this)

Oh shit. He knew they'd get going. The bunch of them are all perverts. He should know, he considers himself one. He kind of wants to do it even more now, but the worry that it might make Dave uncomfortable pitter-patters through his head, but he has to trust Dave. Trust that if he doesn't want to be ridiculous and run around doing stupid crazy shit he'll say so.

15. Picture of you doing something inappropriate to the statue outside the principle's office

Here's what you get if you collect everything: we'll pay for you guys to go out to dinner. In Cinci, somewhere actually nice. And if you manage to pull off all this and all the bonus things, we'll organize a big gay gift basket just for the two of you with everything you'll need for the next year. EVERYTHING. YOU. WILL. NEED.

He looks up to find them all staring at him eagerly, waiting for his response and he shrugs, grins at them.

"Sounds cool. Thanks guys. It's definitely unique and memorable."

"Yep, not a picnic on the lawn in sight," Nick says. "What are you doing for lunch anyway?"

He taps the side of his nose and tells them they'll have to wait and see, deliberately keeping it from them because the last things he needs is them spying from the bushes.


His phone beeped an hour ago, telling him to be ready now. Didn't tell him anything more, what to wear or even where to meet him, just 'Be ready in an hour'. There's a knock on the door to his room he almost jumps from fright, but he goes and opens it to find Seb standing there, dressed casually in jeans and shirt. Thank fuck for that, because he'd had no idea what to wear so is pretty much wearing exactly the same thing.

"Hey."

"Hey."

They're grinning, just looking at each other like idiots and then Seb steps forward, hand reaching up to cup the back of his head and he's being kissed again, and okay, he can handle a date of just kissing and making out. His stomach might complain, seeing as he was a bit too nervous for much breakfast, but the rest of his body is definitely with the program. He lets his hands rest on Seb's hips, feels fingers curl into his hair and the hot slide of tongue against his closed lips before Seb is jumping away from him, as if burned.

"Shit. Sorry. That's meant to happen after the date, but I just… it's good to see you."

"Shockingly, I don't have a problem with that kind of greeting. And you mean you missed me in the twelve hours since we last saw each other?"

"Shut up. I'm trying here okay?"

Dave hooks his index fingers into the loops of Seb's jeans and tugs him forward, so they're pressed against each other again and he studies his face. He can tell that Seb is nervous. Worried. It's kind of endearing, and good to know he isn't the only one that feels like everything is brand-new, shaky and needs some 'handle with care' stickers on it.

"You don't need to try so hard okay? I'm good. And I like non-traditional. Being told I'[m going on a date rather than being asked, the kiss at the beginning rather than at the end, Sunday lunch rather than Friday dinner. I'm liking the against-the-mainstream feel we've got going…"

For some reason that causes Seb's face to just light up, grinning and he's back to the cheeky confident Seb, eyes dancing with mischief.

"Come on, your chariot awaits. Grab your jacket."

"I…what? I thought we were staying here?"

"Oh, we are. But we're doing a little driving first…"

He lets Seb tug him outside, fingers linked, and he can't believe how unbelievably happy he feels right now. Then he sees the golf buggy, Seb jangling the keys in his face as they head towards it.

"Where the hell did you get a golf buggy from?"

"Neil."

"Who's Neil?"

"The gardener. We're going for a little tour of Dalton. I figured that maybe you hadn't seen all parts of it. Hop in."

He slides in beside Seb, and their bodies are pressed against each other from ankle to shoulder, warm and intimate. Seb's hand rests on his knee for a brief second before starting the tiny vehicle and driving off. Seb's right, he hasn't seen most of Dalton's grounds. He's not really got much interest in it beside the playing fields. Before yesterday he'd never set foot in the formal garden to the side of the main building, but he's hoping for a few more visits there.

Seb points out an old family cemetery, some buildings which are for on-ground staff, the small chapel, and then they're driving down a one-way road which is heading to a… building.

"What's that?"

"It's a greenhouse. And it's where we're heading for uh… lunch."

"Okay."

They stop and Seb is nervous-fidgety again and he reaches out to take his hand, smiling. He squeezes and gets a responding squeeze and smile before being tugged forward again and led through glass doors. The sticky warmth hits him first and he follows Seb's lead and removes his jacket as he looks around. They're in a foyer with three archways, two with glass doors. From what he can see none of the rooms are particularly large, but combined the floor space is substantial. If there was floor space.

Instead the rooms are filled with plants, some floor to ceiling. To the right it looks like a desert landscape, he can spy multiple different types of cacti through the door. To the left is what looks like a rainforest, vines hanging down from the ceiling and he can see mist being sprayed into the air. Ahead is a more plain room, the floor actually covered in black and white tiles with a more formal structure, and even though he's not big on plants he can appreciate the beauty of the place, and the hard work that must go into maintaining a garden like this.

"I didn't even know this existed. It's…pretty cool. How did you even know this existed?"

"We did a performance in here last year. It was like a fancy cocktail evening. So. Lunch?" Sebastian asks, leading him straight ahead, and nestled in a corner is a small circular table and two chairs. Dave grins.

"Um. Lunch isn't anything fancy, I just asked the kitchen to bag up two lunches…"

"That's fine. This is kind of awesome…"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

Seb looks relieved and he kind of wants to reach for him and kiss him again, but he really doesn't know date protocol. Fuck it. They aren't following rules. He notes the pleased surprise and feels a thrill that he caused that. Seb's lips are dry and cold from driving around, and he lets his tongue dart out to moisten them slightly only to have Seb's mouth open and his tongue slip into his mouth. He strokes along it, enjoys the warm slide of flesh and it feels unbelievable, that he's even allowed to do this. He used to think he could imagine what making out and sex would feel like, but now he knows his imagination just isn't that good.

Seb pulls back before he's ready to stop, and if it weren't for the fact that Seb looks as reluctant about stopping as he does he would feel a bit shit, but instead Seb runs his hands through his hair, firmly takes hold and kisses him again, hard and fast before pulling back again.

"After. We can make out as much as we want after our first date… I just want to do this right okay?"

He nods and sits at the table, waiting. Seb comes back with a black bag, unzipping it to reveal several smaller containers, some wrapped in foil. He places them one-by-one on the table, looking slightly surprised, and he looks at Dave.

"I just asked for lunch. For two. Seriously. I only expected some sandwiches."

Instead they have what looks like a warm-beef and noodle salad, some bread with spreads and dips, what looks like some type of citrus cake and some generous sandwiches, filled with so much there is a little stick through the middle to hold it all in place. There's also a bottle of fruit juice, along with the necessary plates, cutlery and glasses. It's better than either of them suspected, and Seb is grinning when he sits down.

They eat and talk, and he likes that there is no awkwardness. Their calves are touching beneath the table, comfortable and warm, and he's glad that they're in private. That he can experience this without any sense of people watching two guys out on a date, because while he knows he's made leaps and bounds in the last three months he's pretty sure three months ago he would have freaked about actually going on a date with a guy, despite all his romantic overtures toward Kurt. And he doesn't want to think about him right now.

What Seb has organized and is doing is beyond sweet, not at all what he'd expected, but he likes it. Likes the effort Seb's going to, to make this special and memorable for both of them, because he gets why Seb wants to do things right, although he's pretty sure he's made it as obvious as possible that he's not exactly going to shy away from things heating up between them. They clear up the food and plates and he doesn't know why but Seb has gotten nervous again.

"So… I didn't know what we could do after this," Seb starts, and he wipes his hands down his jeans, and then reaches into his back pocket. "So, I went and asked the guys for some ideas and they kind of came up with something for us to do… but um, only if you want to."

He takes the proffered piece of paper and unfolds it, reading it quickly, laughing aloud several times at the almost commentary style of Nick's writing. He's done a similar thing before, at someone's birthday party. This is… going to be more fun than that was. He's going to make sure of it.

Dave grins, nods and then walks back into the greenhouse before returning with a red leaf. He laughs and slides his phone out of his pocket and makes a shooing gesture before following Dave back into the tropical greenhouse.

"I'm not letting them get out of this through a loop hole of not taking a photo of where you got it."

"Good point. That everything they mentioned. They do realize that could be quite a lot of stuff right?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure they only meant it in relation to…um, sex supplies."

"Yeah. I got that. It'll still be quite a lot…"


Dave's trying to look devious, an effect slightly ruined by the slight blush but he leans forward and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, because he has to admire Dave's determination to not be afraid of the sexual aspect of their relationship, because he has to admit that for the first time in his life he's quietly terrified. He tampers it down, knows he's doing good so far and sends the photo to Nick along with the text Challenge accepted.

They return the golf buggy to Neil and walk back to the main cluster of buildings, discussing where they could possibly find the other fourteen items on the list. Some of them are easy, thanks to Trent, but others will pose a bit more difficulty. Although they both know they won't rest until they've won. Stopping at the kitchen to return the bag they both express their gratitude at the lunch. Lesley, the chef on duty seems pleased, saying it offered a nice change to her normal routine. Then Dave asks for a vegetable for a photo shoot and they end up explaining the scavenger hunt they're doing.

He hands the list over reluctantly, suddenly embarrassed about some of the contents but she cackles in delight before walking into a large walk-in fridge and then the pantry. She hands them a head of broccoli, an apple, and four bags of candy. Seb makes her take them all back so he can take a photo and then hands over his phone so a photo can be taken of him and Dave holding the broccoli head between them. It has to be one of the most random photos he has in his phone.

She opens the door to the dining hall, the one students aren't normally allowed through, and suggests they try Natalie for lipstick. At their obviously equally blank faces she sighs and says 'the receptionist in the main entrance'. The dining hall is almost empty, and when Dave grabs a spoon, turning it and waving it in the air, instructing him to be ready to take a photo his mouth goes dry. Oh god, he's really going to do it. Dave's eyes are twinkling and he licks up the length of the spoon, tongue swirling over the bowl and flicking out to the tip of the spoon before starting at the bottom again. He watches, enthralled, can feel his pulse quickening as his eyes follow the length of the spoon and Dave's mouth, lips, tongue. Fuck.

"You actually going to take a photo?" Dave asks, grinning and looking far too pleased with himself.

"You did that on purpose…"

Dave snorts.

"Of course. I wanted to see how enamored you are with my tongue."

"Very enamored. Far too enamored for my own good. Now will you stop fucking teasing…"

"I'm not teasing."

He's not either. The teasing tone has gone completely and Dave's eyes are serious, intent and holy shit he actually means it. He swallows. Okay then. He nods, once, sharply, trying to convey that he's okay with that. He didn't think he'd be the one putting the breaks on the physical side of their relationship, but apparently Dave had been completely serious yesterday when he said he didn't want to take things slow. Okay. He can do this, follow Dave's lead. He holds up the spoon again and nods toward him and he remembers he's meant to be taking a photo and this time it's a still action shot, just Dave with his tongue pressed to the metal of the spoon. He leans forward and they kiss again, slower this time, a new understanding between them of just where this might be leading them.


The paperclip they find easily, Seb snapping away with his phone as Dave opens the drawer and links several clips together to make a necklace before hanging it around his neck. He knows Seb is sending the pictures to Nick as they progress, and if he were Nick he'd be getting a bit worried, because they're going to blitz this easily. They've found the dime by complete fluke, laying beside the paperclips and true to Lesley's suggestion they find a young woman doing filing in the front office.

They ask if they could maybe have a lipstick and at her confused look they go on to explain. Seb flicks through the photos, showing her the collection so far and like Lesley she asks for the list. Seb seems less reluctant to hand it over this time and it pays off when Natalie reaches for a large handbag underneath the desk. She pulls out five different tubes of lipstick, two bottles of nail polish and inspects them before handing them over.

"I have two of that one, and that makes my skin look pasty," she says, indicating the bright orangey-red nail polish.

"Thank you so much, this is great. Really. Thanks," Dave says, and he means it. While finding the items one by one is probably the intent, he kind of wants the date over.

"I have a spare pair of um… panties," Natalie says, whispering the last word, and he's completely thrown by the statement. Seb just looks curious.

"Why?" Seb asks and the look he gets in return would be hilarious if he wasn't flooded with sudden understanding. Gross.

"They are clean of course. Although your friends don't have to know that…"

Seb grins at that, making her pose with the underwear hanging from one index finger and holding the lipstick and nail polish in her other hand.

"If that photo ever becomes publicly available I will hunt you down. Or put something damaging on your school record. Either or."

They both nod in understanding, and he hopes Seb doesn't send it off to Nick anyway, because this type of photo could probably get her fired, despite the completely innocent nature of it. She gets them to put the lipstick on so she can take a photo for them before offering them tissues to wipe it off.

"You know, there's that disgusting floral arrangement on the second floor. I'm pretty sure it has some twigs and berries in it. Just make sure no one catches you taking them."

They thank her and he starts to head for the second floor but stops at the feel of Seb's hand on his arm.

"I think we can get two other bits before we go upstairs. Save time…"

"Which ones?"

"There's a dove cote in the garden we were in yesterday, so we can probably find a feather near it, then we can take a photo with the statue…"

"Cool. Lead the way…"

Sure enough they find dozens of feathers littering the ground and nearby bushes and he pick one up while Seb takes a picture. This has to be the most well documented first date ever in existence, short of actually filming it. Around a couple of corners they come to a small garden, the centerpiece of which is a replica statue of David.

"The principle's office," Seb says, pointing at the large bay window that overlooks the garden, and yeah, he's hoping that on a Sunday the principle has somewhere other to be than in his office because if he is in there he's probably about to get a show. Seb hands him his phone and goes over to the statue, walking around it a couple of times. He watches, not breathing, as Seb lowers himself to his knees in front of the statue. He points and clicks, and he looks at the photo, and sure enough, it looks exactly like Seb is giving the guy head. He goes over and pulls Seb to his feet.

"Come on, let's get this finished…"

They don't talk as they head back inside, stopping just long enough beside the flower arrangement to snap a photo and one of the dried twigs with berries attached.

"I have a tie in my room," Seb says, and he nods, because it's been leading to this all afternoon, and he really wants to make out with Seb, let it flow where it wants to.

He stands quietly as Seb unlocks the door to his room and sends a text. He can't help grin at the knowledge that the text is probably to Drew, telling him to stay away, but he also has a fluttery nervous feeling about what might be about to happen as Seb locks the door. He kind of half expects-hopes for Seb to pounce on him and isn't sure if he's relieved or disappointed when Seb goes to his desk draw and pulls out an eraser, snapping a photo, and then doing the same while pulling a tie from a rack in his wardrobe.

"Tie me up?"

It's phrased as a question, but he hears it almost as a command and he pulls the length of silk from between Seb's fingers and takes his phone from him. Seb holds out his hands, wrists together and he licks his lips. He's never thought about tying someone up before. His thoughts have always been tame, mainly because he figured he'd be lucky just to have a guy want to make out with him. He's so glad he was wrong. He wraps the length of silk around once, careful not to make it too tight and ties a bow. It's a terrible way to treat a tie, but he's pretty sure from the way Seb's breathing has picked up that the tie itself is the last thing on his mind. He takes a picture and then slides the phone into Seb's back pocket before pulling it loose again and letting it drop to the floor.

Then Seb's body is pressed against him, lips frantically moving against his, fingers digging into his ass, and it's so sudden he doesn't respond for all of about three seconds before he's kissing back, hands moving to cup Sebastian's face. It's been building all day, this need to just be close to him, teasing but not teasing, pressure that needs release. He likes that Seb isn't being gentle, treating him like a delicate flower. Trusts that he will say if he's not happy about something. This is not that thing.

He groans, rubs his body against Seb's, is flooded with relief-desire-want when he feels Seb's cock starting to harden against his own. He's not alone in this, and when Seb moans into his neck he feels himself grow harder. He arches his neck as Seb kisses down and then back up, and his entire body jolts when he feels a hand suddenly pressing against his cock.

"This okay?"

"Yeah. Fuck yeah…" Dave mutters, thrusting against the hand which is now rubbing intently and with definite purpose. He feels shy about returning the gesture, but wants to make Seb feel just as good, although he's pretty sure Seb is enjoying his thigh just fine, grinding against it and making him feel increasingly turned on, and he has no idea if there's an upper limit to this type of thing.

He winds and arm around his waist, hand fisting into the folds of his shirt, other hand curving around the back of his head and he kisses along the line of Seb's jaw to his ear and he nips at the earlobe. Seb bucks against him and he repeats the tiny nip, sucks lightly, and Seb moans his name and the hand on his dick speeds up. 'God yes…Seb'. If Seb weren't similarly aroused he'd feel embarrassed at how hard he is, and just how fucking close he is to coming. He has the image of Seb kneeling, pretending to give the statue a blowjob and his mind fires off sparks knowing that he's probably going to get one of those sooner rather than later. Holy shit. He's going to get everything, with this guy, and he knows he can't say or do anything that Seb will make fun of. He can't do anything wrong and that knowledge is freeing, to be able to trust him so fully with his heart and body.

"Kiss me…" Seb demands, and he has no valid reason not to, slides his hot swollen lips over Seb's, their mouths open and tongues tangling. He tries the rolling motion with his tongue, hopes it's not too freaky and Seb does pull back, almost going cross-eyed to study his tongue. He repeats the action, feels the muscles in his tongue ripple and the fingers on his dick tighten.

"Fucking hell," Seb mutters, and he pounces, his mouth attacked with biting nips, fingers curling and tugging in his hair, and Seb is humping his leg desperately. He's being guided to the bed, and fuck he hates the single beds here, now more than ever. He lowers himself, and Seb somehow manages to maintain the hand job and kissing, and he has the brief thought regarding the definition of a hand job if no skin-on-skin contact is actually happening.

All thought apart from Seb's body above him evaporate and Seb seems to be searching his face for any hesitancy. He reaches out a hand, tentative, and touches the solid warm length of his clothes erection. Knowing he's caused it is all sorts of empowering and Seb takes the movement for what it is, full permission that he's more than ready for what they are doing, although the fact that there's no move to take off clothes is something he's quietly grateful for. There're steps, and then there's the long-jump.

Seb's positioned them so he's grinding their erections together, the friction between their pants generating even more heat and he's certain they could start a fire between them if it were possible. Seb's face is above him, alternating between kisses to his mouth and bites to his shoulders. He isn't a hundred percent sure, but he rests his hands on Seb's ass and the resounding moan has him tightening his grip. 'Harder.' So this is good. He starts thrusting upwards, increasing the pressure and fuck it feels amazing.

"God yes, close," Seb mutters, and well, if that isn't the biggest stroke to his ego he's ever received.

He comes first, no idea what he says because all he can hear is the rushing of blood in his ears, the warm wetness spreading in his pants while Seb kisses him, still thrusting, his breath coming short-sharp, and he feels sensitive all over, the repeated friction a mix between uncomfortable and arousing. Then Seb is biting his shoulder, grunting and he digs his fingers into his ass cheeks and feels a full body shudder and breathy moan as Seb's entire body seems to relax on top of him. He never wants the novelty of this to wear off.


It's been a long time since he's come in his pants, but he's kind of glad in a perverted way, because he's pretty sure he can convince Dave to go commando for the rest of the afternoon. He moves carefully, doesn't want to end up on the floor on his ass and ends up instead balanced precariously along the edge before Dave moves to his side as well. He wants to clean up, but first he wants to make sure Dave is okay…

"You…good?"

"Understatement of the year. But for lack of a better word because my brain is currently mush, I am good…"

He kisses him, slowly, gently, runs a fingertip over his brow ridge and nose.

"Good thing the hunt thing doesn't have a time limit…" Dave says, and then starts chuckling, it morphing into a full bodied belly laugh and he starts laughing as well, and they just feed off each other, laughing, until they're hysterical and breathless, a different type of tension seeping away.

"So, it was a good first date?"

"Amazing first date… perfect. Thank you. I've got a lot to live up to when it's my turn…"

"Mmm, well, it's actually not over yet. Come on, let's uh, clean up and go collect our winnings…"

Dave blushes at the mention of cleaning up and he can't resist kissing him again.

"I'll go get changed in the bathroom. Give you some privacy. Tissues and baby wipes in the top drawer. And if you want to put your underwear in my laundry hamper I'm not going to complain…"

The blush deepens and he smirks before sitting up, grabbing clean underwear and pants before heading to the bathroom. He takes his time changing, doesn't want to barge in on Dave and make him feel uncomfortable. He's all for pushing Dave's limits and boundaries, but in a way that he hopes leaves Dave an option every time. Walking in on him while he's potentially changing is not okay. Not until he's ready for that. He gives it another ten minutes before knocking on the door and opening it slowly.

Dave's sitting on the bed, holding the tie and Seb feels a rush of desire go through him again. He's never been tied down before, mainly because he's never trusted anyone enough to tie him down, and he doubts Dave realizes the significance of his earlier request, but there's no denying the spark of interest, so it's definitely something they can explore at a later date.

They go through the list one last time, ticking everything off. The only thing remains is the painting of nails, and he convinces Dave the common room is the best place, warm, comfortable and well ventilated. They walk hand in hand and enter the room to catcalls and wolf whistles. He flips them the finger. Of course Drew shared the text he sent earlier.

"I don't see any nail polish on that finger nail," Nick calls out, and Dave laughs, waving the small jar triumphantly, sitting down on the three-seater sofa and removing his shoes.

He hands over all the items and his phone. The others have all crowded around, bags of candy already grabbed and opened, Drew is looking at the panties in confusion and he can hear him muttering 'those aren't Erica's' under his breath. He goes and sits beside Dave, toeing off his shoes and reaches for little bottle. He's not aiming for precision, just a swipe of color and he works quickly, asking Trent to take a photo with his phone when he starts on Dave's feet. He's feeling warm and relaxed, pleased that this weird first date has been a success.

"Oh look, a photo of Seb blowing David!" Nick calls out and he's cackling with amusement and Seb rolls his eyes as he forces the other guys to look at the photo of him and the statue. He wonders if that was the reason that particular statue was chosen, or whether it was the location outside the principle's office that was the clincher. Dave is blushing, but doesn't look unhappy or uncomfortable, which are good things. He moves carefully, making sure he doesn't get any nail polish on the carpet or upholstery so that he's lying on the sofa, his head on Dave's lap and he falls asleep feeling warm and happy.