Title: Precious Moments
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Word Count: 3119
Summary: Sebastian loves having a few precious moments of time to himself before Blaine gets home, but there are other moments he loves too.
Warnings/Spoilers: Cavity-inducing fluff.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the FOX universe.
Written for Seblaine Week 2015: Day 5 (Free Day)
He manages to get home early. It's a definite bonus considering all the things he has to do.
He starts with a shower, washing his hair and scrubbing his skin until he feels clean and he smells fresh. He takes a moment to shave the beginnings of afternoon stubble across his jaw, avoiding any nicks to his skin even though he's in a hurry. He towels himself dry and blasts his hair with the hairdryer. While he waits for his hair to dry, he pulls on his underwear and applies deodorant and aftershave. He hops around trying to get his socks on and nearly drops the hairdryer in the toilet in the process, but he succeeds eventually. When his hair is no longer damp and clinging to his scalp, he rushes from the bathroom to complete the next item on his list of errands.
He slots his iPhone into the speaker dock and selects the song he wants, adjusting the volume so it's not too loud in the apartment and gives away what he's planning. He makes sure it's on an endless loop so he doesn't have to worry about another song starting. At the first twangs of the piano floating through the apartment, he feels his eyes tear up with memories.
He doesn't let himself linger too long. He still has things to do.
He swallows away the tears and begins tidying the apartment. He stows Maddy's toys in the nearest container and hides the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. He'll worry about cooking dinner later, much later, because he's not sure they'll want to eat much and it's not his turn to cook anyway. He finds Poppy nestled among Maddy's toys, her head resting against a giraffe he bought Maddy when she was two. The cat is clearly displeased at being disturbed from her nap. She hisses at him when he stows her in the carrier, glowering at him from behind the bars. She probably thinks they're going on a trip to the vet and he knows nothing he says will reassure her, but he is glad he won't have a cat beneath his feet. He shoves a few of Maddy's clothes into a bag and places it beside the carrier.
Satisfied, he checks his watch and panics when he realises he doesn't have much time. He skids into the bedroom and finds the outfit he wants tucked into the back of his side of the closet. He buttons the shirt and jacket, zips the fly of his pants, and cinches a belt around his waist. The fabric is a little tighter across his shoulders and around his waist than he remembers but it still fits and he's relieved. On his hands and knees, he searches for the shoes which have been placed in a box at the back of the closet. There's a thin coating of dust on the top of the box that he wipes away with his thumb before he removes the shoes and slide his feet inside. He knots the laces as quickly as he can, his heart pounding because he knows he's running out of time and the last thing he wants is for the door to open and he's not there and-
He scurries from the bedroom and makes it to the living room with only minutes to spare. The song loops to the beginning again and he scowls as fresh tears build in his eyes, like his tear ducts are betraying him with all the emotions he should be able to handle. He knots his tie haphazardly and smooths down the lapels of his jacket. He fiddles with his sleeves and realises he forgot cufflinks but they're probably just a hassle and he doesn't want to waste time with them right now. He checks his hair in the mirror at the end of the corridor, ruffling the strands until they're behaving and have some life. He wipes away a smear of shaving cream at the hinge of his jaw that he'd missed earlier.
The latest loop of the song is drawing to a close when he hears the scrape of the key. Immediately he stands straighter, squares his shoulders and twists his fingers together behind his back. His breathing shortens in excitement and anticipation and apprehension and his heart flops all over the place when the lock clunks and the handle twists.
"-and that's why Daddy thinks that…"
Blaine's words trail away as he enters the apartment. His eyes alight on Sebastian almost instantly. He stares, his mouth falling open, frozen to the spot. Sebastian struggles with the increasing urge to fidget with his hands, his clothes, his hair. He subtly shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
A small face peers around Blaine's leg, her eyes widening when she sees Sebastian. He can see her hand grabbing at Blaine's jeans and tugging at the fabric. "Daddy, why is Papa dressed like a prince?"
Blaine brushes his fingers against Maddy's hair and Sebastian notices the tear that spills down his cheek. He seems only capable of blinking and staring for several long, long seconds. The continuing song in the background, the meaning it carries, and Blaine's awestruck expression is enough to bring Sebastian to the brink of tears again.
Slowly, very slowly, Blaine steps into the apartment. He lowers the bag of groceries to the floor and tugs Maddy into the apartment. He closes the door with his eyes still fixed on Sebastian's and he can tell their daughter is confused when Blaine steps towards him like he's enchanted. Without a word, Blaine's arms wrap around his neck and Sebastian's snake around his waist. One hand settles between Blaine's shoulder blades while one of Blaine's hands coils into the back of his neck. It's enough for Sebastian to feel the trembles rippling across Blaine's shoulders, the quietest of sniffles soaking into Sebastian's jacket.
"Daddy?" Maddy says with her sweet innocence while Sebastian nuzzles a kiss to Blaine's jaw. "Papa?"
For a moment he feels like a terrible father for ignoring his confused daughter but Blaine's almost clinging to him and that takes priority right now. He curves his hand to fit against the small of Blaine's back with the gentlest of pressure. Blaine gets the hint and shifts on his feet and they turn on the spot, slightly out of time with the music, and he can hear Maddy's distant giggling.
"I love you," he whispers into Blaine's ear as the man in his arms sniffs and holds him tighter.
"I didn't think you were going to be home tonight," Blaine mumbles and Sebastian smiles and noses at some of the curls spiralling free of the gel by his neck.
"An elaborate ruse to lull you into a false sense of security," he teases and Blaine tugs at his hair, not quite painful but an attempt at scolding his lies nonetheless. "Hunter will be here soon to take Maddy and Poppy off our hands."
He can feel Blaine's smile as they continue in their circle, swaying back and forth and getting lost in the moment. It's like another moment, one eight years ago after they'd exchanged vows and promises and rings, kissed in front of a small gathering of their friends and family, and enjoyed a reception by the waterfront. Sand had squeezed between the gaps in his toes as he'd watched the sunset with his chin hooked over Blaine's shoulder and his arms around Blaine's waist, thinking about how the end of the day was the dawn of a new beginning for them.
It's a moment before Maddy was born, before she was even thought of, so he can't blame his little girl for being confused by her daddies holding onto each other and crying. They probably look ridiculous to her.
The only reason he lets go of Blaine is that he hears a knock on the door. He kisses Blaine's cheek as their arms slide away and moves to open it. Hunter is on the doorstep, an eyebrow raised.
"How come I'm on babysitting duty?" Hunter says by way of a greeting.
Sebastian rolls his eyes and beckons the male inside. Hunter's already scooping Maddy into his arms for a hug and she grabs at his hair and makes "Rah" noises because she thinks he's some sort of lion. From the moment she'd heard the word 'hunter' and associated it with animals, her greeting of Hunter was solidified. Hunter's irritation at her actions is precisely why Sebastian hasn't taught her to do anything different when she sees him. It entertains him far too much.
"You're on babysitting duty because you owe me a favour or ten," he says as he collects the kitten carrier from the living room and grabs the sparkly pink and purple backpack with Maddy's clothes iside.
"Ten?" Hunter protests, trying to shake his head away from Maddy's grasp. He takes the backpack from Sebastian's hand and slings it over his shoulder. "More like you owe me."
"In your dreams, Clarington," he says, passing the carrier to Hunter and then nearly shoving him out the door. "Bye, princess," he says, kissing Maddy's forehead. She looks completely bewildered at the way she's being bundled out the door. "See you tomorrow."
"Try to remember to-" Sebastian slams the door in Hunter's face but not before he manages to eke out the last syllable- "eat."
Blaine's shoulders are shaking with barely contained amusement as Sebastian rushes at him, lifting him into his arms and spinning him on the spot. It's rare they get the opportunity to be alone and he fully intends to take advantage of it. Blaine's hands grasp at his jaw and he stills long enough for their lips to meet.
"I love you," he says between kisses and Blaine giggles breathlessly, his fingers moving to loosen Sebastian's tie and undo his top button.
"Really? I had no idea," Blaine teases and Sebastian scrunches his nose and guides Blaine until his back is pressed against the wall. His hazel eyes are bright with happiness but dark with arousal, his lips red and parted with eagerness.
"If you'd rather I get Hunter to bring Maddy back and you-"
His words trail away as Blaine's mouth catches his again. He fumbles with Blaine's bowtie and the buttons of his polo. Blaine is far more adept at pushing his jacket and shirt from his shoulders. Somewhere between the wall and tracking their way to the bedroom, he silences the music and a hush invades their apartment. A trail of clothing gets left in their wake which he'll have to remember to collect before Maddy gets home in the morning and is potentially scarred for life.
By the time they approach the bed, Sebastian's down to only his underwear and Blaine's battling with the belt holding up his pants.
"How come you had less clothes on but I'm naked first?" he mutters and Blaine laughs, letting his hands get pushed away so Sebastian can rid him of the belt and start peeling at the tight pants Blaine has never grown tired of despite the fact he's no longer a teenager.
"I guess you're just more excited," Blaine says while Sebastian pushes him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Am I? That can change pretty quick."
He drops to one knee and starts to drag Blaine's pants and underwear from his skin. He kisses the inside of Blaine's knee and along his calf, tossing the clothing to one side. He moves up, decorating kisses along Blaine's skin, until his lips wrap around the head of Blaine's cock. Blaine whimpers, a hand digging into Sebastian's hair to encourage his movements. He sucks and licks at each vein, each patch of skin, each ridge of flesh. Blaine's whimpers turn into moans and then stuttered panting, his grip tightening to the point Sebastian feels pinpricks of pain across his scalp. He steals a peek upwards and notices the thin sheen of sweat glistening on Blaine's abdomen, the extended neck from his tipped head and slows the actions of his mouth. He can taste the salty pre-come on his tongue and the scent of Blaine's arousal is all around him. It's enough to drive him mad.
He moves to kiss the inside of each of Blaine's quivering thighs, scraping his teeth along the flesh and enjoying the whine Blaine makes as he twitches his hips forward. What his husband wants is obvious but Sebastian shakes his head and rises to his feet.
"I thought you weren't that excited?" he muses and Blaine scowls at him, his hand tugging the elastic of Sebastian's underwear and snapping it against his belly. It stings his flesh and his cock doesn't like the rough fabric anymore.
"I can get myself off if you're not going-"
Sebastian hooks his finger into his underwear and pushes it down, his erection jutting between his legs and derailing Blaine's train of thought. He watches with a smirk as Blaine licks his lips.
"I plan on getting you off a lot tonight," he promises and Blaine hums.
Blaine's hand presses to Sebastian's waist and guides him closer, until the tip of his cock sinks into the wet heat of Blaine's mouth. He moans before he can stop himself, gazing down at Blaine's lidded eyes and the way his lips are parted to accommodate Sebastian's girth. He swipes a thumb against the corner of Blaine's lip when he notices a streak of spittle escaping and whispers his appreciation of his husband when Blaine's tongue rolls over his flesh. He cradles the back of Blaine's neck and Blaine stills, his mouth opening wider, allowing Sebastian to push deeper into his throat before withdrawing. He watches Blaine because he can, because the angle is perfect for it, and finds it difficult to concentrate when he looks so fucking beautiful.
He thrusts until his lower back grows tight. He stops and runs his fingers through Blaine's loosening curls. The air feels cool on his damp cock and Blaine looks slightly dazed when Sebastian tips his head back and looked into his eyes.
"You're a wreck," he says with a fond smile. Blaine rubs the back of his hand over his mouth and Sebastian almost forgets what else he wanted to do tonight when he sees the pink tongue lick his lips again.
Blaine scoots out of his grip until his head finds the pillows. His legs splay open with an obvious invitation. Sebastian's fingers curl around his cock to give it a few tugs and relieve some of the tension in his groin.
"You're meant to fuck me, not jerk yourself off over there," Blaine says, a hand brushing against his length. Sebastian gives a small nod and clambers onto the bed, covering Blaine's body with his as they kiss. He can feel Blaine's legs winding around his waist, feel the way their bodies slot together in a way that's so familiar, and he ruts against Blaine's hip while his husband tries to rock into his. He can feel sweat beading along the back of his shoulders as Blaine hisses and moans against his lips or close to his ear. Nails scrape down his back as he keeps adjusting their bodies. He bends Blaine's legs until he knows there's a burn in his muscles and seeks out Blaine's mouth, kissing him over and over as they move together.
By the time he's stretched Blaine, his husband is writhing against the sheets and pleading for more. His lips attach to Blaine's collarbone, sucking a mark into the skin as his hips roll closer and closer. Fingers dig into his upper arms, his own pressing into Blaine's waist to raise his body and he feels Blaine's breath of relief against his forehead when he pushes inside.
Their fevered pace gradually shifts into something languid and controlled. He takes the time to enjoy Blaine's body, using every piece of knowledge he has about where to touch and how to kiss to bring Blaine the most pleasure. He watches Blaine's stomach muscles clench, the breath that stutters past his lips, the involuntary spasms of his fingers. Blaine retaliates against Sebastian's teasing but it's weak when his husband is so blissed out. The feeble attempts of Blaine's hands on his skin feel good but he's barely present and Sebastian uses that to his advantage.
He strokes Blaine to completion and watches the man tremble apart beneath him. He presses kisses to Blaine's neck as he thrusts faster, chasing his orgasm until it tears through him. His breathing falters, rough against his lips. As he tucks his face against Blaine's neck, inhaling the scent of his skin, he feels Blaine's hand coil into his hair. Fingers skim over his scalp and skin in soothing patterns.
"I love you too," Blaine murmurs and he smiles, his eyes half-closing in satisfaction.
Blaine thinks getting take-out on their anniversary is lame but Sebastian doesn't want to cook. He argues that he'd rather keep Blaine close and that's how he ends up on the couch in his underwear with Blaine sprawled across his lap. They share a couple of boxes of Chinese food, extending pieces of vegetable or chicken back and forth at the end of chopsticks. It's an entirely different meal to their wedding night, which had included stiff clothes and too much ceremony for Sebastian's tastes. He prefers this because this is them, simple and raw and stripped down to the core.
They exchange kisses and touches, shower together and rumple the sheets a few more times. They take naps for sleep when it's needed and spend hours curled together until the sun begins to creep through the windows. He gazes into Blaine's eyes, entranced by the colours threading through his hair and lightening the honey-hazel of his eyes.
They're onto their second mug of coffee when Hunter arrives with Maddy, who flings herself into their arms as if she hasn't seen them for a week. Sebastian holds her against his hip and presses noisy kisses to her skin while Blaine strokes her hair. She squeals and giggles and preens under the attention, squeaking out the Disney movies she got to watch with Hunter and how impressed she was that he knew all the words.
Sebastian shoots Hunter a look above her head and Hunter runs a finger across his throat, a dark scowl lowering his brow. He hides a grin in Maddy's hair and spins her around, reminded again of how much he loves his little family more than anything in the world and all the moments he gets to share with them that give his life meaning and happiness.
~FIN~
Author's Note: This is on a video I saw on Facebook. The link is embedded in the AO3 version of this story, along with the song Sebastian plays - On My Way (acoustic version) by Boyce Avenue.
