Author's note: Sorry about the delay. If you follow me on tumblr you know why, but needless to say updating stories was the least of my concerns. And then when I was writing, it wasn't this.

I will always update as often as possible, and I will never abandon a fic. Hopefully this makes up for my absence – I can't believe I left Dave and Seb 'trapped' in a dining room for so long… There are 3-4 more chapters after this. Probably. Then an epilogue. Probably.

PART TEN

Lesley slides a pizza between them before returning with two smaller dishes, what looks like toasted bread with chopped tomatoes on it and a dish of chocolate covered fruit.

"So I lied. You get two desserts. I'm bringing it all out now because I'm leaving for the night." She looks between them, hands on her hips. "I expect this room to be spotless tomorrow when I come in. Place the dishes to the left of the main sink in the kitchen and make sure you lock all the doors. We good?"

He and Seb both nod, although he's a bit distracted by Seb's foot. A foot which is shoe-less and pressing against his cock and has been since he started eating the crème brûlée like he was giving the spoon a blow job. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what's on Seb's mind and it isn't helping the tightness in his pants, and he knows Seb must be able to feel him, warm and firm, against his foot, and he can't remember the last time he breathed. Or swallowed.

"Pizza?" Seb offers and he blinks, because Lesley has left and he hadn't even noticed, and Seb is smirking at him, because of course he knows exactly what type of effect he has on Dave. Bastard. He lets Seb move a couple of slices onto his plate and is grateful that it's nothing fancy which he wouldn't know how to eat.

"You're very good for my ego Fuzz…"

"Your ego…fuck…doesn't need… stroking."

"Mmm, no, but something does…"

The pressure on his cock increases slightly and Seb is eating like there's nothing out of the ordinary, seems completely unconcerned as he takes controlled bites. He knows he's the opposite, feels hot all over, and his face must be flushed and eating is the last thing on his mind right now but he reaches for a slice of pizza anyway. They don't talk, instead just look, eyes locked, and he's having difficulty swallowing. He thought he'd be more nervous than this, but apparently horniness overrides nerves.

He's in no doubt of where this is going, although he's not quite sure how far exactly it will go. He knows Seb will stop as soon as he says the word, but right now making any type of coherent noise seems a bit too much to ask. He's having to concentrate just on breathing and eating as it is, his cock feeling harder and harder as it fills, and he needs to shift, adjust, so he does with a small embarrassed smile which just seems to make Seb even more pleased.

He's never been the focus of so much intense sexual observation before. Never. It's a bit scary, but it makes his skin tingle with awareness that he's desirable, which he'd never thought before. The clatter of plates being stacked and sudden loss of warm foot makes him startle out of his reverie and Seb is moving plates, pushing his chair back and instead of getting him to move drags the small table away from him.

He watches as Seb lowers himself between his parted knees, watches Seb's tongue dart out lips now shiny with saliva, and holy shit, he's actually going to be getting a blowjob. Seb's hands run up his thighs, fingers digging in firmly, before fingers are tugging at his fly. Oh yeah, he needs his pants open, or off, or… he's not sure really, but he follows Seb's lead, stands on shaky legs so his pants can be pulled down to his knees before being pushed back down to sit.

His cock is aching, but the air of the room offers some cool relief except the proximity of Seb's mouth means he can feel warm moist air puffing over sensitive skin. He'd feel embarrassed if Seb looked anything but aroused right now, and that's gratifying. He knows Seb's sexual history; he's been open about it, and he's about to be the lucky recipient of years of experience and practice. He jerks at the warm wet press of tongue licking up the length of his cock and he meets green eyes as Seb touches a kiss to the head of his cock, smirks up at him.

"Pay attention, there'll be a test later…"

Dave groans and shuts his eyes, the over stimulation of seeing him like that, mouth right next to his cock, is too much.

"Paying attention. Right. Because I'll be able to pay attention to anything else… Fuck Seb, stop teasing already…"

The suddenness of the heat and suction which suddenly surround his cock make him jerk again and his head falls back, eyes flying open but all he can see is the muted monochromatic tones of the ceiling moldings. He's sure, if he could properly concentrate, that he'd be able to feel the ridges on the top of Seb's mouth, but his mind has shut down to mono-syllabic words. Hot. Wet. Tight. Tongue. Seb's fascination with his own tongue suddenly makes a bit more sense, and he wonders what it would feel like to give a blow job, and he really can't wait to try.

He can feel Seb's hands on his naked thighs, fingers rubbing over the light dusting of hair, and he feels a vibration along the length of his cock, fuck, he's moaning. He groans and thrusts up slightly only to have Seb's hand tighten fast, fingers digging in firmly but he looks down and –

"Fuck…"

The sight is Seb's head, bobbing over his cock, and he can feel warm tightness, the even warmer heat at the back of his mouth, the flick of tongue over the head when he draws back. He's not moving too fast, seems content to draw it out and work him up to fever pitch, although he's pretty much already there, what with the whole spoon fellating and foot rubbing against his cock that he's endured in the last twenty minutes. 'Fucking hell' he mutters, wondering if it's a blessing or curse that has granted him Seb as his first boyfriend, because it might kill him.

When he feels fingers curl around him, feels the speed pick up, the sucking become more insistent his whole body tightens, muscles taut, pressure coiling in his stomach and his skin zaps and tingles and he can feel it pulsing, building up.

"Seb. Seb. Seb. Fuck… Seb…guh…"

He's trying to say something coherent, wants to tell him he's close, wants to scream his name because right now he's all he cares about. Sebastian has started deeper movements, he has nothing to compare it to, but right now it's the best thing he's ever experienced in his life. The hot firm drag of lips up and down his cock, the friction, the surely deliberate pressure of tongue, the fast firm jerks of hand that complement the movement of his mouth.

It goes black when he comes. Or his eyes roll back and all he can see is the inside of his head. He makes a sound, an embarrassingly animalistic sound he's sure he could never repeat unless in the throes of an orgasm and all his bones feel like magma. He's gasping, and he's pretty sure he looks as sexy as a fish flopping about on a pier but Seb's eyes are dark and make him feel sexy. He watches as shiny red lips finish sucking, feels his tongue swirl around his cock and he groans again, pretty sure more of that attention would make him hard again.

Then Seb is up, straddling his leg, hands unbuttoning and pulling out his cock and fuck it, he really wants to return the favor, although he doubts very much he'd be able to do it with even a tenth of the skill or practice given that it'd be his first time. His hand wraps around Seb's, who is jerking himself off with fast rapid strokes, trying to still the movement.

"Seb, please, I want…"

"No. Too close. Next time… I promise. Just… fuck."

His hand is wrapped around Seb's cock, and it feels exactly like his own. Longer though, not as thick, and then Seb's hand is covering his, encouraging him to move and he starts pumping. He knows how to do this at least, and Seb's thrusting into his hand, mouth on his neck, placing little nips and licks, and he wonders for a brief second why he isn't kissing him and he turns his head to catch his mouth and oh. That's why. The taste is foreign, and bitter, but sex isn't meant to be clean, tidy and pretty and he opens his mouth wider, sliding his longue alongside the length of Seb's. The tongue that was just around his cock and just the idea of it is more arousing than it probably should be.

"Harder, I'm not going to break…" Seb mutters, biting into his shoulder and thrusting harder into his curled fist, his free hand curling into his hair and digging into his scalp. He wraps his arm around Seb's waist and holds him, his other hand holding in what has to be a bruisingly hard grip, moving his hand as fast as he can, which might finally be fast enough because Seb removes his hand so they're both curled in his hair and he's being kissed and he wants to enjoy the feel of lips, but he needs to focus on getting Seb off.

"Fuck… Dave… fuck yes… uh…"

He's glad he doesn't have to wait long because his hand was starting to ache, not that he'd ever admit it, or have even stopped, but the rapid hip movements, muttered swearing and forehead pressed to his shoulder is all a precursor to the warm stickiness on his hand, soaking through his shirt… through Seb's shirt, and he can feel it sticking and screw it, he wipes his hand on his shirt, because it's going straight in the laundry anyway.

Seb is kissing him again and he takes his time kissing back, feeling relaxed and sated. When Seb finally pulls back to survey the damage between them he bites his lip. Maybe he should have licked his hand clean? Instead Seb is running a finger over the wet patches on his shirt, fingernail scraping over the fabric and he looks up to meet his eyes.

"This is my new favorite shirt…" Seb says, winking.

He never thought next time would be the next morning, and the possibility of them actually sleeping in the same bed last night had been tempting, but he'd resisted. He kind of has plans for that, although he's not going to resist if it happens naturally. He just wants it to be special, which makes him feel like an imposter has taken up residence in his head, but it's Dave, and well, he wants everything to be special. Which is why he'd texted Adam and told him to get the hell out of his dorm room if he didn't want a tutorial on gay sex. Not that he's planning on sex, but he kind of wants to watch Dave sleep. He tiptoes over to the side of his bed and is contemplating the floor or the bed when Dave speaks, causing him to jump.

"I'm not asleep," Dave states. "You texted Adam. Who has Bruno going Wassup? I'm at Milan Fashion Week! as his text alert. Then he called you a dozen names under his breath while stumbling around in the dark getting dressed before stomping out saying you owed him big time…"

"I… didn't think that through very well."

"You think?" Dave replies, snorting gently but reaching a hand out and he sits on the edge of the bed, letting Dave curl his body around him.

"Shut up, my minds been a bit… preoccupied."

"You mean it's thinking about sex again?"

"Pfft. You underestimate my multitasking abilities. I can think about sex all the time, I never stop, I just think about over things at the same time…" and he has been thinking. He lay in bed last night thinking. About York. How he pretty much wants Dave beside him all the time, probably to an unhealthy degree, but he can't find it in himself to care.

"Seb? What's up?"

"Just… thinking. Not about sex."

"Um. Okay?"

"I was thinking aboutNew York. When we move there in August. I just… had an idea." It's a pretty far-out idea, and he can't even fathom that this is good, and his parents would likely veto it, but he kind of wants to put it out there anyway.

"What aboutNew York?" Dave asks, and his voice has gone quiet, cautious and he twists to look at him. He looks guarded, wary, and he wonders what is making him look like that.

"You know my parents apartment, the one I'll be living in?"

"Yeah?" Dave says slowly.

"You know how I have to find a roommate to share it with?" Something he's thought a ridiculous idea, but something his father had insisted on, which he's only just started to realize might have some benefits.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe, uh, you could be my roommate."

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

The look Dave gives him doesn't fill him with confidence and he feels sick. He's never felt this way about anyone before, Dave is his first boyfriend, and it just seems… well, it's what he wants, and he's used to going for what he wants. And getting it. Except the look he's getting now is telling him that he may have just screwed up.

"Seb… fuck Seb…"

Then Dave is scrambling up, his face is being held in large warm hands and he's being kissed like Dave needs it to live, and okay, so he hasn't screwed up. Thank fuck. Dave is nibbling down his neck, and he likes this Dave, dressed in nothing but boxers and t-shirt, likes the idea of having him walk around an apartment naked, becoming more and more confidant.

"So, that's a yes?"

Dave pulls away, and he's smiling, but his eyes are serious and he shakes his head.

"Seb, it's… I'm not ready to live with you. I mean… it's Wednesday. We can count how long we've been going out on one hand. In days. I think moving in together is a bit… uh, soon?"

"Oh."

"Also I'm meant to live on campus for my freshman year… remember?"

"Yeah…" he sighs. "I'd forgotten." Damn it. "Just, who else am I going to find to live with me that puts up with all my shit and doesn't mind my boyfriend being there all the time?"

He gets a thorough kiss for that, and he's not sure if it's for the boyfriend comment, or the all the time comment, but he kisses back.

"I thought you were going to tell me you were breaking up with me when we moved toNew York."

"What?"

"You looked all sad and serious, like you had to tell me bad news…"

"Fuck no. No. No. I'm sorry… Why would I want to break up with you once we're inNew York?"

Dave shrugs and looks away and he sighs, loops his hands around his neck and pulls his face close.

"You thought… you thought that I'd want this to be over by August?" Dave says nothing but shrugs, and he doesn't raise his eyes to meet him and he's reminded of exactly how far Dave has come, but how far he still has to go, and how much damage he'd done. "Sorry, but you're kind of stuck with me… for a long while. I'm not going getting rid of my first boyfriend just so I can be single in New York. I'm kind of attached to you. A lot."

He follows each statement with a kiss to Dave's face, wanting to drive his point home, because asking Dave to move in with him after five days of officially being together is completely crazy, but it doesn't make him wrong.

"This time next year, when you can live away from campus… will you think about it then?"

That makes Dave's head snap up, eyes wide and he stares back, bites his lip and swallows nervously.

"I… okay. In a year… Sure."

He's pretty sure his grin splits his face.