Sebastian/Blaine. M. Drabble. Future!fic.
[Prompt] For anon: Future!Seblaine: How about a blackout forces the two to play boardgames (or cards) with each other for the first time. Only to find they are both very competitive when it comes to winning (and it turns them on). Your choice if it ends with smut.
"Monopoly," Sebastian blinks, his tone so skeptical the bright grin instantly slips off Blaine's face. "It's in the top five reasons for divorce."
"It's not," Blaine protests, his hold on the weatherworn box of Monopoly tightening stubbornly. "You're just afraid of losing."
"I'm not!" Sebastian scowls. "Oh, I know you. You're trying to manipulate me. You think I'm too proud to let you think I don't want to play with you because I'm afraid of losing."
Blaine fights the smirk his lips want to curl into.
"Is it working?" Blaine asks, smiling sweetly. Sebastian glances down at the box before looking away and rolling his eyes. But it is totally working. Blaine knows his husband just as much as Sebastian knows him.
Sebastian sighs in defeat. "Fine… I hope our love is strong enough."
Blaine grins in joy and presses a soft kiss to Sebastian's lips.
"When I was a kid I played with Coop all the time," Blaine says as he puts the box onto the floor and sits down in front of it. "It got… a bit nasty sometimes. Dad wanted to burn it after a particularly, um, enthusiastic game."
Sebastian smiles in amusement as he takes the box lid from him. "Well, bring your best, baby."
Sebastian, holy shit, is competitive. This isn't exactly news to Blaine, of course; Sebastian betrayed their friendship and wanted to use blackmail to win a show choir competition in high school, after all. But this is a different kind of competitiveness. It makes Sebastian's eyes blaze beautifully as his fingers curl into fists. He glares at Blaine when Blaine asks for the rent with a cheerfully grin when Sebastian arrives to New York Avenue, and his lips twist into a bitter scowl when Blaine snickers as Sebastian fails to roll doubles on his dice and has to stay in the jail.
Blaine almost squeezes his husband's hand and tells him Hey, babe, it's just a game, it's not that serious, but Blaine would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy taking $1000 from Sebastian or didn't feel upset when he had to give that $1000 back to a smirking Sebastian when Blaine got to New Jersey Avenue.
"Not fair," Blaine scowls. Fucking New Jersey Avenue and the stupid hotel on it.
"Maybe next time we should play strip Monopoly," Sebastian says, his lips curling up in a smirk that makes Blaine feel hot all over. Sebastian looks really handsome like this, confident, teasing, victorious, and Blaine thinks they should play Monopoly more often, or chess or poker or even fucking Taboo. He likes Sebastian like this a lot.
"If you want me to be naked just say so," Blaine coos, already grabbing the hem of his shirt.
"What about the game?" Sebastian raises his eyebrows. "I thought you wanted to play Monopoly."
"Fuck the game," Blaine shakes his head. "Fuck me." He knows how cheesy that sounded, but he doesn't care. He likes to be cheesy and Sebastian doesn't mind it anymore; he had no choice but to get used to it during all these years.
Sebastian laughs breathlessly and before Blaine could even blink he is already pulled into Sebastian's lap. Sebastian impatiently takes the shirt out of his hands and throws it onto the Monopoly board.
Their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Sebastian's hands find Blaine's ass and Blaine smirks against Sebastian's lips.
"Who would have thought taking $1000 from you is such a turn on for you," Blaine laughs between eager little kisses pressed against Sebastian's jaw and neck. He shudders in anticipation when Sebastian starts to tug his sweatpants down.
"I so would have won if we continue." Blaine snorts incredulously at that. Sebastian's teeth sink into his shoulder just hard enough to make Blaine groan and press his hips down, rubbing his cock against Sebastian's lap. "I would have made you so fucking bankrupt, baby."
"We should have blackouts more often." Blaine whimpers as Sebastian pulls his sweatpants down to the middle of his thighs. "Looks like I have brilliant ideas when we have blackouts." Even though his first idea was 'Let's clean our balcony' and he remembered the box of Monopoly gathering dust on the top of their wardrobe only after Sebastian's horrified grimace.
Sebastian doesn't answer, his mouth too busy sucking a hickey into his neck, and after Blaine feels his husband's thumb teasingly rub against his hole he doesn't feel like continuing chatting either.