A/N: Hello again~! How are we all doing?

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He loved Jeff like this. Completely obedient and willing under his trained touch. Bare skin pale, the slight traces of scars littering his skin from where escapades with Sebastian had gone too far. He looked so good below him, with ragged breath and flushed cheeks. His eyes were screwed shut; his eyelids weighed down by the onset of pleasure he was feeling. He loved the lights moans and little whimpers that came on each exhale from ruby red lips that were bruised from numerous, passionate kisses.

He sat back on the blonde's hips, his own fitting so perfectly there, and felt his throbbing erection press against his backside. Splaying a hand across Jeff's chest, he could feel his rapid heartbeat. The heartbeat that only he was allowed to speed up or slow down and it only enhanced the intimacy of the moment.

Jeff opened his eyes at the sudden lull, revealing large, glassy eyes with pupils full blown with lust and adoration.

"Nick...?" he whimpered, biting his lip in concern since he had suddenly stopped. A gentle smile spread across the brunette's face and he leaned down to capture Jeff's lips in another kiss, mouths moving perfectly against each other. Jeff wrapped his arms around Nick's neck, deepening the kiss as he parts his lips in a contented sigh. Nick pressed their naked torsos together, relishing in the sensation of the hot skin on skin contact as he took the advantage to dart his tongue into the other's mouth, sliding the two muscles together. He adjusted his hips and rolled them against Jeff, his body aching for the friction. Jeff shuddered and dug his nails into Nick's shoulder, moaning into his mouth as their members slid together. Jeff tugged on Nick's dark locks teasingly as the brunette slowly began trailing over Jeff's smooth skin with his hands. Nick broke the kiss and started placing hard kisses along Jeff's jawline and neck.

"A-ah!...Nick," Jeff panted, tilting his head to the side as he tried to get Nick's mouth on to more of his skin. He was oversensitive and the combination of Nick's erection sliding against his own, Nick's hands that went to tease his nipples, and Nick's mouth were driving him insane. He keened as Nick lightly twisted one of his pink nubs.

"Niiiick," he whined, bucking his hips up in reaction to the attention. Nick trailed kisses and nips along Jeff's collarbone, replacing his hand with his mouth as he reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of Jeff's member. Nick was surprised to see that his hard cock was already slick from the amount of precome it leaked.

"You're so perfect, Jeff," Nick panted, leaving wet saliva across the blonde's body.

Jeff squealed and arched his back, clutching tightly to Nick's shoulders, making crescent shaped scars where he clung too tightly. He moaned loudly, reduced to monosyllabic words and heavy pants. Nick slowly began pumping his member, leaving an array of hickeys on Jeff's throat as well.

"N-Nick, I-I...I'm-"

"Not yet," Nick mumbled, slowing his hand, which earned him an unpleased groan from Jeff as he tried to pick up the pace by rolling his hips into the other's hand. Nick thought it was adorable and placed a chaste kiss on Jeff's lips before shifting his weight to straddle the blonde. He started to pick up where he left off with his lips, placing the tender kisses across Jeff's torso, feeling the brief muscle spasms where his lips met soft skin. He went lower and lower, flicking his tongue in Jeff's belly button before moving down and placing teasing kisses on Jeff's thighs. The blonde whimpered and squirmed, wanting Nick's mouth all over him and he wanted it now.

"Please," he moaned, the word burbling from his throat and he took a hold of Nick's hair.

"Tell me what you want, Jeff," Nick said lowly, ghosting his breath over the sensitive skin between Jeff's legs. He could feel the undeniable tremor that shot through the blonde's body as a sob escaped his lips.

"Tell me what you want," Nick repeated, nipping the soft skin there. Brown pupils rolled into the back of Jeff's head as his back arched, trying to get some form of release.

"Y-your mouth...!" he said. Nick indulged him and wrapped his lips around the head of the other's pulsing member. A high-pitched cry came from the blonde and Nick hummed in pleasure, taking more of Jeff in his mouth.

Nick loved the feeling and taste of Jeff in his mouth. His length felt heavy against his tongue and he moaned as he worked to take in even more of him, holding down his hips when he started thrusting up into the tight, wet heat of Nick's mouth.

"Oh, oh god-Nick!" Jeff moaned,curling his toes. Nick could feel how close he was and slid his tongue flat along the underside of his length to help him reach his release faster. Tonight was about Jeff, not him.

"Nick, Nick!" he mumbled, throwing his head back.

"Nick!"

The brunette sat up with a start. His covers were clinging to him and looking down, he could see his boner peeking through the sheets and groaned.

"It's like, 6 o'clock dude. I'm going out. There's spaghetti on the stove," Blaine said, placing his hands on his hips from where he was standing in the middle of Nick's room. The young Duval ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, alright. See you later. Have fun."

When he heard the front door close, Nick flung the covers from his body and glared down at the problem in his boxers, wishing it away.

The problem wasn't that he was having wet dreams about Jeff (whether or not it was happening constantly was a fact he'd rather not share), because honestly, he could live with that. He could, if said boy didn't constantly have the power to tap into his subconscious whenever he wanted.

This was going to be hard to hide from Jeff. It was alright when he was only having dreams of kissing him, and going on dates. It was domestic and there was nothing really strange with it. It was easy to lock away in his mind so that he didn't accidentally share his thoughts with Jeff, but this was going to be difficult.

But what he felt for Jeff was weird, it wasn't solely physical.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, Nick walked into the bathroom so that he could quickly relieve his problem.


"Thanks for taking me out tonight," Blaine said.

"It hasn't even started yet," Sebastian chuckled as he glanced over the menu. It was more out of courtesy than necessity since he frequented this restaurant. Blaine smiled at that and scanned over the menu as well. There was something about Sebastian that was slightly unhinging. Unhinging but not frighteningly so.

He could tell just by his intuition that Sebastian was a shag-once-and-leave kind of guy. He was quite attractive too. It was a little repelling to the young Anderson, but he wasn't a baby and he could handle himself. Blaine had always wanted someone to be romantic with, and shag-n-go kind of guys didn't have such a rep of being romantics, but in this world, he wasn't going to be choosy, and maybe Sebastian would end up surprising him.

"So, Blaine," the taller man started when he put down his menu, "what got you working in that music store? I'm pretty sure you could work your charm into any position," he said, resting his chin on his palm as he stirred his glass of water with his straw. Blaine scoffed lightly at the double meaning behind his words. Sebastian was abrasive, but it was kind of endearing, and Blaine didn't find it nearly as unnerving as he should have.

"I've just always loved music, so I wanted to be related to it somehow," Blaine started, leaning back comfortably into the chair. "Plus, it's right down the street from my house," he admitted. He grinned at the smoldering look Sebastian was giving him and definitely had to remember to praise the other man with his foresight to getting a private booth away from prying eyes. Even castaway glances could be interpreted as homoerotic.

"Oh?" Sebastian said as he raised an eyebrow. "You live near there?"

"Yeah. With one of my friends."

Blaine fixated his gaze on he pressure panel when he finished, having been looking for it for a while. He looked up to Sebastian for permission and the other man smiled and nodded. Blaine tapped one of the heat-sensitive buttons and their chairs and table jerked up, nearly knocking over their waters and causing Sebastian to let out a sputter of surprise. He began to glare at Blaine, but felt his anger melt away when the other man laughed.

"Sorry, I've never been here before," Blaine said, adjusting more buttons and trying to ignore the pain in his ears when they popped to accommodate the change in pressure. As he set them to levitate at different heights, Blaine suddenly became aware of why there were no waiters there. He wouldn't believe that anyone could survive the constant changes in pressure when going from table to table. Instead, they had a touch screen panel on the table that allowed them to choose their food, and when it was ready, it came up through a small platform on the table.

"It's fine. It's cute," Sebastian added, taking another sip of his water. "But if my sinuses start to act up because you keep messing with the pressure, you're so dead."

Blaine shrugged. "I'd like to see you try, pretty boy," he replied, rolling his eyes and sitting up a bit in his chair to counteract the sudden lounge Sebastian's pose took on. The taller boy's grin grew.

"Oh, I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty, Blaine Anderson," he said lowly, raking his eyes over Blaine's body. "I'm quivering in delight."

"Are you always this...sexual?"

"Are you always this hot?"

Blaine smiled at him. "Maybe."

"Then maybe I'm always this sexual," Sebastian replied, running his foot against the side of Blaine's leg. "You do give me good reason to be, though."

"You're too kind," Blaine said humbly, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. "But I don't fuck on the first date."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. Sebastian wouldn't admit it, but Blaine sounded really hot when he cursed; a fact he would probably abuse except for the fact that Blaine had outright refused him. No one had ever refused a night spent alone with Sebastian Smythe since it was already extremely difficult to get any kind of intimate or passionate encounters with the same sex and now Sebastian was starting to wonder.

"So you're old-fashioned, charming, and attractive?" Sebastian said, followed with a whistle, savoring the light blush that dusted across Blaine's cheeks. "You're practically sex on a stick and you sing like a dream," he flirted, runnin his finger around the rim of his glass of water. Blaine smiled genuinely and sweetly for probably the first time that night.

"I'm not that good," he said modestly.

"Blaine," Sebastian sighed, "I'm pretty sure I popped a boner by the second track. Adam Lambert never even got me going like that. You're good."

The shorter man blushed at that and took it as a compliment. It didn't bother him or freak him out for some reason when they were talking so openly about things so sensual. It was like he was already jaded to Sebastian's overly flirtatious manner, but he guessed he'd be overly flirtatious too if he were in Sebastian's shoes. However, he had Nick, who was helping him keep alot of his urges down and his head was pretty clear.

"Well, thank you. I guess..." Blaine said, not really knowing how to accept the compliment, even if was even that.

"You're welcome. And I mean it. I have a good ear since I'm a huge music whore."

"You got the whore part right," Blaine joked, nudging Sebastian's leg under the table.

"Don't," Sebastian warned, but the threat was empty. "I've always had a passion for it. Graduated as the lead singer of our show choir. Class of '09," he said cockily. Blaine took a sip from his water.

"What school are you from?"

"Dalton Academy."

Blaine nearly choked on his water. "You're a Dalton alumni?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, you know about it?"

"I graduated there! Class of 2013! What a coincidence," Blaine added.

He didn't really doubt that Sebastian was pretty high-class. I mean, take a look at where they were, and he was definitely perfectly groomed, but hearing about him being a Dalton Academy student practically sealed the deal. Students there usually had parents with money, and lots of it.

"Get out!" Sebastian said, smiling wide. "And no wonder you're so tiny! You're a baby," he teased.

"Watch it," Blaine warned, similar to Sebastian earlier. He let Sebastian laugh on that one for a moment before continuing. "So you led the Warblers?"

"Allllll the way to Nationals and back," he said smugly, closing his eyes and thinking back to his high school days.

"Same. I did too, in my time," Blaine added, drawing pictures on the table with the condensation from the outside of his cup.

"I don't doubt you did. The freshman in there were pretty rough. Some little Asian thought he owned the place. It was obvious he wanted on the board," Sebastian said, referring to his memories of his senior year.

Blaine thought about it for a moment before the time frames clicked. "Was it Wes?" he asked excitedly.

"Montgomery?"

"Yeah!"

"Yep."

Blaine was super excited now. He had known Sebastian mutually all these years. He knew Wes! And probably David, too! Maybe that's why he wasn't put off when Sebastian kept flirting with him, sometimes brushing his leg up against Blaine's under the table. He never went too far, which was comforting. Blaine thought it was funny that, besides the stray flirty comment here and there, they were getting along so amicably. It was as if they had been best friends fora long time. They tapped in their orders on the touch screen panel, and soon, their food came through the platform.

"Take it easy there, Tiger. You're like a puppy or something. All cute, adorable and excited with big eyes and all," Sebastian said, regarding the speed Blaine was eating his food. "I bet you'd even look good in a collar."

Blaine raised one of his thick eyebrows as he watched Sebastian stick another piece of shrimp in his mouth. "I didn't think you were into that sort of thing, Sebastian," Blaine said poking around at the elaborate combination of cheese, mushrooms, and various other vegetables on his plate.

"I could be into it," Sebastian said cheekily, sipping his water. "Do you want some wine?" he asked, changing the subject. Blaine rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the smile on his face.

"Sure, it's your money," he replied.

Sebastian ordered two glasses of the restaurant's finest wine and they came relatively quickly.

"So Blaine, do you have a special someone in your life?" Sebastian asked, getting to the question that had been bugging him since Blaine refused a night with him.

"No." The reply was automatic, but then after he spoke, he thought about how technically he did. "I mean, I have a friend I kind of mess around with,but we've never, uhm, fucked him."

Sebastian hummed and swirled his wine in his glass. That swearing was going to get to him. "So you're a virgin?"

The shorter man sighed. "Yeah."

"I could-"

"Sebastian," said Blaine, cutting off the older male, knowing he was going to get all suggestive with him. His heart flipped, however, when a flood of images and scenarios passed through Blaine's mind. He may have been a bit more level headed, but that still didn't mean urges were driving him crazy and that there was an extremely attractive and open male sitting across the table from him. It was becoming obvious to Sebastian, too.

"What's wrong, Blainers?"

"Nothing," Blaine answered, stuffing some more vegetables in his mouth.

Sebastian struggled to hide his grin behind his glass. He was sewing the seeds that were necessary to get what he wanted.

And Sebastian Smythe always made sure to get what he wanted.


"Mind if I sit here?"

Elizabeth looked up at the man addressing her, prepared to say something biting or glare him away until she saw that it was Nick.

"Oh, hi, Nick. No, I don't mind," she said, gesturing to the free seat next to her as she daintily picked around the less than fresh fruit.

She was sitting at one of the smaller tables that was tucked away and well secluded. Nick had noticed her sitting alone (as she always did) and decided he;d go an occupy the other seat by her. They were friends, right?

"How are you today, Elizabeth? Do you mind if I call you Elizabeth?" he asked politely, setting his lunch down and taking the seat across from her. She had never specified that he was allowed to call her by her first name, so it was generally polite to ask.

"No, I don't mind," she said, her carefully painted lips stretching into a small smile. "And I've been fine today, thank you for asking. How was Jeff?"

The name brought a large smile to Nick's face.

"He's perfect," he hummed, "he can count to 1,000 now," Nick gushed.

"That's good to hear. He really likes you," she said crossing her legs. She could tell by the goofy grin Nick was still sporting, he didn't really catch on. "You do know that right?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm practically his parent, of course he likes me."

Wow.

For a head scientist, Nick really was dense.

Elizabeth sighed, debating whether she should try to explain it to him or not. Of course, it didn't really mean anything if both parties didn't realize their feelings themselves, but a little nudge of encouragement or a helpful hint was usually needed to get them in the right direction. She really didn't want to have to sit through unnecessary drama of quivering boys wondering if the other one loves him back even though it was obvious.

She had had enough of that in high school.

"Yeah, he likes you the way that Jessica likes Santana."

Nick froze, his face flushing. Elizabeth felt a surge of success and felt the need to pat herself on the back.

But Nick was getting uncomfortable. First of all, the woman across from him had said that WAY too loud, and secondly, she couldn't possibly be serious.

"But he's like a child," he argued, feeling morally wronged that his hearts had done leaps of joy.

"Yes, 'like a child'. He's actually an adult with adult hormones, Nick. It's appropriate for you to approach him as his age and adjust in the way that he needs you to be."

"For someone who's pretty much closed-off, you sure do have alot to say about people's relationships," Nick pouted, poking at his spaghetti. Elizabeth chuckled.

"I didn't even say that much."

"It was too much."

"Sorry. It's only so blatantly obvious -only if you know what romance looks like. It doesn't even take a scientist to figure that one out," she joked,

"Haha, let's poke fun at Nick for liking Jeffery Sterling," he grumbled, sticking a forkful of pasta in his mouth after speaking.

"I will until you admit it," she said before shooting another glance around to make sure their conversation was safe. Nick looked up at her and noticed something he'd never seen before.

Over her heart was an intricate, golden brooch, and it incorporated the symbol of the UCE perfectly. It wasn't flashy, but itwas very stylish. It brought up fondness and excitement in Nick as it was a physical manifestation of her loyalty to the UCE and perhaps their camaraderie. He may not trust her completely yet, but he was thinking he might be able to get there at some point.

"But you need to make sure he knows it's okay. Jeff, I mean. And the whole homosexual thing. He's going to be leading the world and he needs to know acceptance. Jessica and Jeremy are fine, but I worry about Jack and Justin sometimes."

"I know, I know. I'm making sure of it. It's just really hard after what Sebastian did to him."

They fell into a still silence before Elizabeth cleared her throat.

"So, um, how's Blaine?"

Nick looked up at the woman who was staring at him with piercing glasz eyes as she shifted in anticipation. A grin stretched across Nick's face.

"He's fine. Still cooking and working. He went out with some guy the other night," Nick filled in, chasing a meatball around with his fork before skewering it.

"Oh?" she responded, visually deflating. Nick didn't notice. "Who was it?"

Nick shrugged. "Blaine's my friend but he isn't my property. It's not important if I know. He's been through alot and he can be safe. If it's important, he'll tell me. I trust him since he's always been a good judge of character."

Elizabeth looked down at her food, some expression that Nick couldn't pinpoint flashed across her face.

"Yo, Nicky," Santana called loudly, ruffling Nick's hair as she came up from behind him. Nick prickled at the nickname. The only other person to call him that was Jeff. She dragged a chair and pushed it against the table so that it was backwards and she seated herself on it, straddling it. She leaned her arms against the back of it. "How's it going, babe?"

Nick winced.

Oh yeah. He and Santana were supposed to be dating.

"Santana," Elizabeth said in her scolding tone. They stared at each other for a while and Nick was afraid there was going o be a beatdown, but they just looked away and that was the end of it. "I see you decided to wear your necklace today."

Santana seemed to soften, her posture relaxing and her eyes glazing over, but the effect only lasted for a brief moment before she took on her confident and snarky air.

"I sure did," she said, pulling the silver chair from around her neck. Nick smiled warmly at the fact that without even asking, he could tell it was made of Sterling silver. There was a small dolphin charm hanging from it.

"Wow guys," he said happily, "seem like I'm the only one now who hasn't gotten one yet," Nick joked, patting Santana on the back.

"I'd go with a watch if I were you," Elizabeth interjected. "It'd look nice with the things you usually wear."

"Mmmhhmmm," Santana hummed. "By the way Bird Beak, you didn't tell me you could sing."

Nick sighed. He liked it better when she called him by his last name. "Yes, I do. How did you know?"

"Jessica told me. She said Jeff was able to recite 'Uptown Girl' pretty damn well. Congrats on not completely screwing up something."

"Oh yeah," said Elizabeth. "Jeremy told me about that. You should really consider singing to him more often," she suggested, smiling slightly.

"Well, that's great! I think I will. I used to be in my high school's a cappella group so I have lots of things I can show him," Nick beamed, thrilled that his favorite hobby would bring headway to Jeff's education.

"Where are you from?"

"Westerville."

"Ohio?" Elizabeth exclaimed.

"Yeah. The Dalton Academy Warblers," Nick said dreamily, not even noticing her enthusiasm.

"Well, I'll be damned! It's the Garglers!" Santana jeered. "I knew that school was gay, I told you!" she said, bringing her voice down, but still intense as she nudged Elizabeth. Nick looked at them in confusion.

"We only mopped the floor with your faces at Regionals in 2012. But I have to say, you guys were pretty determined," Elizabeth said proudly, sticking a bit of pineapple in her mouth.

Nick searched his brain for the memory. 2012, 2012...

"Oh! You were the Nude Erections?" Nick gasped. "And you thought we were the gay school?"

"The New Directions, thank you," Elizabeth corrected while Santana laughed.

"So you guys sing too?" Nick asked.

Elizabeth sighed. "Not anymore. Nothing to sing about."

Nick fell silent. After the whole VOCALOID launch, he hadn't met anybody who shared his passion for music. People just stopped really caring now that they could have a simple surgery and sing any type of generated pop. It was disheartening.

"Well, maybe we could all get together and sing sometime. The three of us and Blaine. We could find our muse," Nick suggested. Santana leaned her chin against her arm.

"Sounds good, might actually make those UCE shindigs fun."


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