Disclaimer: I'm getting closer to the DVD of season 3, I only need €5 more on my loyalty card for me to buy it. But I still don't own the rights of Glee.

Someone (Fabiquen not to name him, you can find him on this site) pointed out to me that Sebastian didn't seem much moved by his reunion with his mother. I already told him, but I found this observation interesting and maybe he's not the only one who noticed that, I have an explanation.

I know we haven't seen him for a long time but it nevertheless remains that Sebastian has lived 18 years with his father. This de-li-cious man who uses any of his weaknesses to break him down, who expects him to show himself perfect in all circumstances, who doesn't support him in anything he does if it doesn't bring him indirectly some prestige. Well, John Smythe see. It inevitably leaves a few scars. In particular, the fact of having built a shell and avoid being vulnerable to those who might use it against him. Or with strangers. And for him, Eleana is a stranger. He's in an observation phase, so he's surely highly moved, but doesn't show it too much.


A lot has happened since Sebastian went to the hospital after Dave's suicide attempt to apologize.
They became friends, went to college together in Chicago, spent a short period without seeing each other when Dave was dating Logan. But they reunited and now they are together. Long enough now to have seen Kurt and Blaine get married, Mike and Tina become parents, Mercedes find love in Wes' arms, Kurt and Blaine become parents and even Cooper settle and fall in love with Samantha, a makeup artist met on a set.
We now know that Dave's mother was not really present in his childhood and is still not ready to accept him as he is. Too bad for her, Paul consoled himself with a wonderful woman, Shannon Beiste. And as a child, Dave had his nanny Eleana to compensate. Eleana is actually the true mother of Sebastian. The reunion was moving particularly since Eleana seems more than happy that her son has had Marie to look after him. That's good because his father, to the latest news, is still an asshole. Just goes, being straight and the natural parent of a child is not what makes you a good parent ...


Sebastian was nervous since several days. Dave felt it, but all his efforts to talk to the man who shared his life now for a little over six years were unsuccessful. Impossible to make him tell what was putting him in this state.

He tried the sneaky method that consisted in pretend he hadn't noticed that something was wrong but to be a little more insistent than usual to make him tell about his days. The soft approach by asking him to open up to him because he felt that something was bothering him. He had tried the hard way, had threatened to leave him if he refused to finally say what was happening. But Sebastian had looked at him with such a look of distress that he couldn't hold and had apologized and they had both cried in each other's arms on the couch, swearing they couldn't imagine life without the other. And once again, Sebastian had remained closed about the reasons for his discomfort. Even the sex strike hadn't worked and Dave had gave away first because he missed too much his man's hands on his body.

Dave was exhausted. Seeing the love of his life feeling so bad without being able to do anything, without even knowing what put him in this state of nerves broke his heart every day a little more.

He had ended up calling Blaine. At the wrong time, as he was preparing the meal of Kurt, who was going to come home for lunch that day between two meetings for the magazine, while trying to distract Adam who was howling in his high chair, upset not to be able to explore freely the apartment while his father had finished feeding him there was 10 good minutes. Blaine had apologized and promised to call when he would have a quiet time.

Blaine had called back a few hours later, after sending Kurt back to work and lying Adam for his nap. He told him about his problem and asked if Kurt could try to talk to Sebastian, to know what was going on with him, at least ensure that his boyfriend wasn't feeling so bad that he would be willing to do something stupid once again. Kurt had done that, had assured him that Sebastian would be better, he should just be patient, that he would talk about what was bothering him when he was ready.

And then, a few days before they'd go to France for Christmas, Dave found in their travel bag a box of condoms still wrapped and a bottle of lubricant provided for activities that they didn't practice together. He felt his world collapse. It took him several minutes to find a quiet breath, sitting on the bed; head in hands. He felt tears beading at the corner of his eyes, he wished that the ground would open beneath his feet and swallow him up.

When Sebastian came back from classes that day, he found Dave sitting on the couch, absently watching TV that seemed to speak alone. He sat down next to him and slid under his arm to stick against him.

"Hey Pooky, your day has been good?"

"Great, until I decided to pack our bags." Dave replied coldly, removing his arm and gently but firmly pushing Sebastian.

"Oh, but I said I'd do it, I know you don't like that." Sebastian said while trying to snuggle against Dave as a sign of comfort.

"It would have been convenient for you huh that I let you do it! That way, I wouldn't have found what you had hidden there!" Dave lost his temper, jumping up from the couch.

"Wh ... what? Oh no, no no no no no. You were not ... Not now ... Not that way ... Not ..."

"Not now? Not that way? What were you planning to wait to talk to me? That we are in Paris, in our room with a view of the Eiffel Tower?"

"Yes."

"No, but I'm dreaming! That's how you were planning to tell me that you have it off with another guy? On the other side of the world, in the most romantic city in the world. And here I tried to understand why you weren't feeling fine. What a jerk, how dumb I really am."

"Huh? But no David, no, I ... I could never do that to you, you know it. I love you, you know that. Why would I go look elsewhere?"

"I don't know, really, I thought you were sincere, but it looks like not. Because the last time I checked, you and I weren't using condoms anymore and we've never needed anal lube. You got a better explanation? Because, I admit I'm a little in the short."

"I have another one, but please, sit down and calm down."

"No, Seb. I thought you loved me enough that it wasn't a problem for you not to ask me to do something I don't like and in return, it was fine with me that you didn't want that either. Because I knew that you had been too hurt the first time and I never wanted to hurt you. Apparently, it was not mutual because there, you know, I've never been so hurt in my life, ever. I hope you enjoy yourself fucking him because you're not going to touch me soon."

"I don't fuck anyone David." Sebastian said in a weak voice.

"Even better! With me you didn't want but you let that asshole fuck you!"

Sebastian pulled his knees to his chest and squeezed with his arms rocking slightly back and forth.

"It shouldn't have happened like that. It had to be a magical moment. It had to be beautiful with the Eiffel Tower and the lights of Paris. It should have been a day that we still remembered in our nursing home together in front of ''Wheel of fortune''. It shouldn't have happened like that, it shouldn't have been that. "Sebastian began to wander.

"I foolishly thought that everything was fine between us, that we trusted. It's over Seb, I'm done with you, I give up." Dave finally dropped coldly, purposely pressing on the nickname he used only when he wanted to hurt him.

"No, not that, I beg you, not that. Don't leave me, don't forsake me. I love you. I swear I've never cheated on you, please Pooky, don't do this to me, you can't." Sebastian begged, raising his tear-stained face to Dave.

"Give me one good reason."

"They are new."

"What?"

"Condoms and lube, you may not have noticed because you jumped to conclusions right away, but they're not opened."

"And so what? I should stay because you've had the intention to cheat on me, that you had everything sorted out to but haven't done it yet?"

"I don't want to cheat on you, ever. Why do you refuse to believe me?"

"Who is it? Who is this guy so great that you plan to give yourself to him completely?"

"YOU!" Sebastian yelled. "It's with you that I intend to use them. That's why we stay one night at a hotel in Paris. Because I wanted to ask you try something new. And I wanted us to have the time, that we wouldn't need to rush because we have a meeting right after or we have to get up early the next morning. You're the best thing that ever happened to me in life, there's nobody else I'd want to offer this moment. I trust you; I know you'll never try to push me further than what I can handle."

Dave fell, sitting next to Sebastian who clung to his shirt like a lifeline and pulled him gently in his arms.

"Oh no. I'm really stupid. Excuse me Bass, how could I've thought that? What came over me? Kurt had told me yet that I hadn't to worry."

"Please forgive me."

"No, it's me who should make amends. What day is it?"

"Saturday."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I thought spending the day with my boyfriend, but I hid him things, he is angry, I don't know if he'll agree." Sebastian said in a small voice, biting his lower lip.

"He is not angry against you, he's angry against himself actually. "Dave replied, kissing the top of Sebastian's head. "You know what we'll do? You'll go take a shower, relax, then you'll put on a nice outfit and I'll take you to the French restaurant that you love. We'll take the time to talk peacefully, because I've missed you these days."

"I wasn't gone." Sebastian said with a frown.

"You weren't talking to me, it's all the same."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean ..." Sebastian began in a plaintive voice.

"Hey, it's fine, it's forgiven." he slid a finger under Sebastian's chin to raise a little his face and look into his eyes. "Go smarten yourself up so that I can show the world the perfect boyfriend that I'm lucky to date and then I'll get you back here to have you wholly mine for the rest of the night and all day you tomorrow."

"You come with me? I also want to show my perfect boyfriend ... And take a shower with you."

"Not this time, I let you the bathroom, I take the shower of the terrace."

"But we're in the middle of December, you'll catch cold." Sebastian moaned.

"No discussion, separate showers, I want to save time on this step."

Dave slowly leaned toward Sebastian, wiping with his fingertips a few tears still rolling down his cheeks and then gently kissed him, just brushing his lips until he felt Sebastian's tongue coming graze him sheepishly. He then half opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. Then he broke it just as gently, pressed his forehead against his and smiled.

They went to get ready separately. Well almost, they ended up at the same time in the dressing room, both in boxers. Dave chose to wear a black tank top that hugged his muscular torso with a red short-sleeved shirt that showed off his arms according to Sebastian and completed his outfit with black pants somewhat baggy. For his part, Sebastian selected slightly slim black jeans to emphasize his long slender legs that Dave loved so much, a green shirt with a V-neck, the color of which matched with his emerald irises and a charcoal gray jacket.

Dave had made sure, before going to shower, that a table would be reserved for them at "Bistro Campagne" where they had their habits since they had started dating. They decided to go there walking since it wasn't too far. Sebastian slid timidly his hand in Dave's who laced their fingers and gently squeezed his boyfriend's hand while smiling to him. They walked in a comfortable silence to the restaurant.

Their usual waitress settled them at a small table in a quiet corner of the restaurant and brought them the menu. Sebastian plunged into his menu. Dave, he already knew exactly what he was going to take, he put down his menu next to him and looked at Sebastian carefully.

"We need to talk Bass."

"What?" Sebastian asked, raising his head seeming surprised.

"I know you, it's been weeks since you're stressing, you've probably all planned out, all prepared. But me ... You know, I've never been so close to skip this step with anyone. I'm sure you've done tons of research, you'll have to help me a little."

"Uh, do you really want to talk about that? Right now? Here?" Sebastian asked, putting his menu aside too.

"Yes. I really think it's better to talk about it before, so we know what we are comfortable with, not to get caught up in the heat of the action."

"Yes, but here, now?" Sebastian worried.

"I prefer to do it in a place where I can't jump on you before the conversation is over and yes, now, I think it's the right time."

Magali came back to them to take their order.

"I'll take the Paillard de Saumon and then a tarte au citron." Sebastian ordered.

"You don't want a glass of wine?"

"You know that I have to avoid."

"I know but it's not as if you were drinking often, it might help you relax a bit."

"With the salmon, I advise you the domaine Champalou." Magali intervened with a grin.

"Okay, I'll have a glass then."

"And you?" Magali asked, turning to Dave.

"Poulet rôti forestière and Tarte tatin aux pommes."

"And to drink?"

"I'll take a Beck's NA." he replied, eyes on the beer menu.

"That's why you wanted me to take wine; you didn't want to drink alone." Sebastian said once Magali gone.

"Exactly." Dave retorted, carefully avoiding to point out the fact that he chose the only alcohol-free beer of the menu because he really wanted to keep a clear head.

Sebastian was uneasy; he played nervously with his fork and carefully avoided meeting the eyes of the man in front of him. Dave gently placed a hand over his to make him stop.

"So, do you want to tell me what made you take this ... decision?" Dave asked soothingly.

"I don't know. I always more or less thought about it in fact. I mean, before, before my first time, when I thought about ... about all this, I knew I wanted to try it. I mean, being the one who ... Well, being the one bottoming. And after that, as it hadn't gone smoothly the first time, I've had a kind of mental block. Which wasn't so important because I haven't really had any significant relationship. Well, before you I mean."

"Okay, but you know you don't have to do this if you're so afraid. I mean, if that's what you want, I'm willing to try but ... I do not need that. As long as I'm with you, what we're doing together is totally fine for me. I don't need more."

"I know. Neither do I. I mean, if you told me you didn't want to or if we try and you don't like it, I'm willing to live my life without having this kind of relations. But I don't want to deprive us of it because I'm too scared. I'd like to try at least once with you and if it's not good for me or for you, then we give up but I want to try."

"Well, uh ... so, I guess ... you've done some research, you've thought about it. A priori, since you've bought everything needed apparently."

"Uh yes."

"Tell me. The condoms for example, because since we passed all the tests, unless you have a confession to make, we don't need them."

"No, no, of course, no confession. Well, not the kind that you think anyway. But hey, I really don't feel ready to have ... oh, this isn't happening, it's a really awkward such conversation. Well, okay, it'll be new for both of us, I know you've never been that far before and well, you'll probably not really be able to control everything and so ... please, tell me that you know what I mean, don't make me say it out loud." Sebastian wailed.

"It's okay ... I, I see yes. Okay, I understand better."

At this time, Magali came back with their drinks she put the bottle of beer in front of Dave and poured a small amount of wine in Sebastian's glass, waiting that he had tasted and approved. Sebastian tasted and gave her a small nod putting the glass down to let her know she could fill the glass. She poured the rest of the drink and left again with a smile.

"You're not angry then?" Sebastian asked, nervously fiddling with his napkin.

"Angry for what?"

"For the condoms."

"No, of course. Why would I be angry? I'm just trying to understand. And also get ready. Because, if you must know, it's also a milestone for me. I'd rather us to agree just to be better focused on what we feel."

"It's true, you're right."

"Here lovers. Salmon for Sebastian and roasted chicken for you David. Enjoy." Magali happily interrupted, depositing the plates in front of them.

"Thank you Magali."

The two boys started their plates.

"You want a taste?" Sebastian asked, lifting his fork to Dave who nodded and opened his mouth to take the piece that was offered.

"You want to taste mine?" Dave asked too, with his fork to Sebastian who accepted too.

"Good choice." Sebastian said, swallowing his mouthful.

"Liar. You don't like mushrooms."

"That's true, but you like it, so this is a good choice for you." Sebastian replied with a smile.

"Tell me, that's not why you do it right? You don't do it because you think I want it and if you don't do it, I'd go elsewhere to get it?"

"Are you comparing me to a mushroom?"

"More or less." Dave said with a laugh. "What I mean is, I can always take mushrooms at the restaurant, but if I had to do without mushrooms forever to be with you, I wouldn't hesitate one second. I'd pick the mushrooms."

"Silly you." Sebastian whispered giving a slap on Dave's hand. "I guess I should be glad that you didn't have to choose."

"Yes, you should. Now that we have clarified the situation with mushrooms. About our sex life, if I have to make a choice, you'll always win. So if you do it just for me, I'm sure we could give the condoms and lube to a good cause."

"No, it's also for me. But as I told you, I don't want to force you, if you don't want to, I, too choose you."

"OK. We embark then it seems."

"It seems."

"So uh ... What should I know? I definitely don't want to hurt you."

"A priori, it's unavoidable it's bound to hurt a little. This is why we need to take time to ... well to relax, stretch me, well you know."

"I'm not sure. But I think yes."

"I could do it myself if you want. I read that it's not the most practical but I can do it."

"No, we're together in the same boat. You just need to promise me that if anything makes you uncomfortable or if I hurt you too much, you'll tell me. You'll give me at least a sign. Promised?"

"I promise."

"And otherwise, in what position should we do that? So you are the least hurt as possible?"

"I only had conflicting information on it. I read pros and cons for just about any position. The only recurring information is that it has to be a position in which we feel both comfortable."

"Okay. So, what position would you be comfortable with?"

"I've not really thought about it. As long as it's with you, I'm pretty much always at home. Just nothing too acrobatic though. I'm not sure it'll go smoothly if we try to do a split at the same time."

"Indeed, yes. Maybe the best is that you're above that way, you can control the movements, since you'll know when you get hurt."

"I ... I don't think so. Well, I mean ... in theory it sounds good. But ... it's you know, like removing a bandage. When you do it yourself you fear to be hurt so you do it slowly and it hurts. While the best thing is to remove it with a snap."

"You mean you want me to do it with a snap? I'm not sure it's what should be done."

"No, that's not what I mean. However, that you do that with the least amount of hesitation. Actually, based on what I read, initially, it's important not to go back, or it's worse. You just need to take small pauses so that the muscles have time to adjust to the intrusion, but mostly not pull off before being fully in. Well, unless it really hurts too much and we have to stop."

"Okay, so, you prefer that I control. And uh ... So then, you thought about a particular position?"

"There are three positions that seem to emerge for the first time though." Sebastian said nervously fiddling with his fork. "Doggy style, the spoons or simply the missionary."

"This is all well and good, but what I'm asking here is what you think yourself."

"Well ... The first time, he was behind me and it really wasn't the best experience of my life. So, perhaps to begin the missionary would be nice."

Dave let out a small sigh of relief.

"I'd like it better too. Sex makes you rather silent; I need to see your eyes to know how it feels for you."

"Yes, sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, it's not necessary to scream as in porn. All that matters to me is to know that I give you pleasure and that I can read it in your eyes. They talk to me very loud in these moments."

"There, they may tell you things a little contradictory. Just give me time to adjust."

"You'll have all the time you need. And don't hesitate to tell me if you want us to stop."

"You'll make me promise how many times?" Sebastian asked with feigned hurt.

"As often as necessary. I remind you that your first time hasn't been very good because you didn't dare to say it was going wrong. I love you, I don't want things to go wrong and fall by the wayside because of it like your ex."

"Did I ever tell you how much I was lucky that you took an interest in me one day?" Sebastian asked taking Dave's hand and squeezing slightly.

"You don't need to say. I'm very lucky you chose to be with me. And I also know what you are about to give me and what it means for you. I'm the lucky guy in the story."

Magali went collect the empty plates.

"Everything goes well for you?"

"Yes, thank you Magali. Could we have our desserts to take away, I think we'll go home now." Dave said with a smile.

"You already want to leave me? This is upsetting." Magali playfully sulked.

"It's not against you, I promise. Just had a week a little intense and we must prepare for our trip to France."

"Oh yeah, okay. No problem."

Dave paid and retrieved two small boxes in which had been set their pies. He took Sebastian's hand and they went home.

"We can know why you wanted to leave so fast?" Sebastian asked once the door of their loft closed behind them.

"Because of this." Dave replied, taking a hand of his boyfriend and guiding it to his crotch.

"Oh, okay, I see. Well, I more feel for now. But I'd be quite willing to see."

"Would you be trying to turn me on Mr. Smythe?"

"It's possible Mr. Karofsky, but I think I don't have so much efforts needed to it." Sebastian replied, gently stroking Dave through his pants.

Dave swallowed a groan and tried to get a grip to play a bit.

"I'm bringing spoons, settle down."

"Spoons, for what?" Sebastian asked.

"To eat our desserts." Dave replied, raising the two boxes at the level of their eyes.

"I hope you're kidding there. The only dessert that I want now is you. Put these pies away in the fridge and join me in the room or we're through and I'll kick you out."

"OK, seen like that ..."

Dave quickly put away the two boxes in the fridge and joined Sebastian in the room. The latter had already removed his jacket and had carefully set it aside on a chair. Dave came up behind him and embraced him tenderly, gently kissing his neck.

Sebastian turned into his embrace and connected their eyes before approaching very slowly to connect their lips. Softly, without rushing, they took the time to undress each other. Taking advantage of this time to explore with fingertips, with lips, with the tip of a curious tongue. They had done this before a million times of course, but they had every time the feeling to discover a bit more about each other. Each time seemed to be an opportunity to find a new sensitive point, to discover a new attraction to a part of the body of the other.

It was part of their sex life since ever. Of course, it sometimes happened that they practice quick sex, straight to the point. Who takes the time to explore in a fitting room? But when they had time before them, they took it.

Once both naked, their cocks already strained even if Sebastian seemed a little anxious, they laid together on the bed, facing each other on the side. Dave kissed his lover again with all the tenderness he could show, trying to reassure him.

"We don't have to try tonight if you don't feel quite ready."

"No, please. You ... you were right, I'm stressed for too long. I trust you, I want this with you."

"Okay." Dave said in a hoarse voice.

He turned to his bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out the lube and box of condoms he had put there while they were preparing just in case. He removed the protective plastic from the small bottle, did the same for the box and pulled out some condoms he laid on top of the bedside table, to not search when the time comes. Sebastian was watching him with a half smile. The least we can say is that he shared the life of a far-sighted man. And in some situations, it was quite reassuring.

"Are you sure?"

A nod was the only answer, Sebastian was no longer so confident in his voice. But the love and trust that Dave could read in his eyes were a sufficient confirmation.

"I ... I'd like to do something else ... new. We've never done it, but I think it'd be a good time for that. You'd let me try? If it makes you uncomfortable or if you don't like it, you stop me okay?"

A new nod answered him and Dave threw a smile to his lover. He ran a hand over his buttocks, slightly pressing him against him, rubbing their cocks one against the other, sending them both a shiver of pleasure. He took the opportunity to slide a finger between Sebastian's cheeks and tease his tight hole.

"You can lie on your stomach for now?"

Sebastian complied, a little nervous but choosing to listen to the part of him that fully trusted Dave. The latter began by kissing his lover's shoulders, keeping lying beside him, not wanting to rekindle unpleasant memories by putting himself on him. Slowly, he brought his lips down along Sebastian's back, letting occasionally the tip of his tongue come test the taste of the skin at that place. He arrived in the small of his back and continued his slow way down to the round ass he so loved to admire in tight jeans in the middle of a party.

He kissed them, put his hands on them and spread them slightly. He took time to admire the sight that met him. Then, just as slowly, not to rush Sebastian, he leaned down and gave a small lick on the little pucker. Sebastian shivered but did nothing to stop him. He did it again several times, giving small stealthy licks, putting some more saliva each time.

"Is it fine for you love?"

He waited a few seconds a response that didn't come even though he saw his lover's head move rhythmically but couldn't decide whether it was trying to say yes or no.

"I can't really see you there; you have to talk to me Scar."

"Yes, please keep going. " came to his ears, barely audible, muffled by the pillow but clear enough for him to get back to the task.

Gradually, he put a little more pressure with his tongue against the tight hole of his man, spreading his cheeks a little more to have better access. He had thought about doing that to another man almost since he had realized he was gay, and yet, back then he hadn't yet watched any porn movie whether gay or straight. It had just come to him like that, as a new attraction that had made him even more scared at that time. The teen had been frightened, discovering what he thought was another perversion.

He had never done it however. He hadn't had so many relationships before Sebastian and only one had went over the step of barely pushed make out sessions. The opportunity had never been shown to him before that night. He could have been saddened given the pleasure he was taking to it, but he was so pleased to experiment that with Sebastian, who he loved more than anything on the surface of the earth, that he couldn't care less about having waited so long.

Sebastian, he had never imagined to be someday in this position. If you had asked people around them in their teenage years, everyone would have told you that out of the two, he was the most perverted, the one who had experienced everything there could be to experiment in sex with more than one partner. When in reality, when they had got together, they were about as inexperienced as one another in this area.

They weren't two virgins but they hadn't have had multiple partners either. They were just two teenagers who had learned together and continued to discover almost seven years after getting together.

Sebastian was relaxing slowly under the unexpected but sensual touches of his lover. He felt himself opening gradually and his concerns were flying one by one. He hadn't really realized that the hands of David had disappeared from his ass when he felt a warm moist finger come tease his entrance. He felt it slowly entering him, just a few millimeters. It was slightly uncomfortable but not painful that foreign intrusion.

"You don't forget eh, if it hurts, you tell me, you give me a sign." Dave said in the louder and clearer voice he could given the situation.

He made do with an imprecise nod of Sebastian. He had to trust him too to make it work. He thrust his finger a little deeper, the tight muscles of his lover sucking it up. He waited a little, hoping to give time to Sebastian to get used to the intrusion. Then he pulled his finger out just as slowly.

"I have no clue about what I'm doing." he whispered.

He slowly made Sebastian turn over on his back, looked into his eyes, smiling and came to gently capture her lips in his. He grabbed a pillow to slide it under Sebastian's hips to lift them and make the position more comfortable for his boyfriend.

He broke the kiss but never took his lips from Sebastian's skin, slowly exploring the jaw, neck, shoulders. He slid his finger again between his lover's cheeks and gently sank it back in, scrutinizing the reactions of the other man. He slowly moved his finger to ease the muscles while sucking on a nipple between his lips to distract him of the possible pain.

Feeling that the muscles around his finger seemed to have relaxed a bit, he considered to insert a second.

"I'll try ... well to add one okay? If it ... hurts you tell me."

He waited for an answer, a simple nod with a smile. He slowly pulled out his finger, took the bottle of lube, warmed up some between his fingers. He took one nipple in his mouth, inflicting it sweet caresses that had a way of making Sebastian mad with desire and very slowly, he inserted two fingers. Sebastian grabbed the shoulders of Dave who became anxious.

"I hurt you?"

Sebastian shook his head from side to side, biting his bottom lip. So Dave kept gently stretching his boyfriend's entrance while distracting him with his tongue exploring his belly. Gaining confidence, he pushed a third finger in Sebastian while taking his cock in his mouth and sliding his tongue around. The body under him arched and a small sigh escaped his lover's lips.

Sliding in and out his fingers, Dave began a slow back and forth around the strained cock of Sebastian who seemed to enjoy, judging by his fingers playing in the other man's hair, without trying to control him in a way or the other. After a few minutes, however, he pulled the hair back, forcing Dave to let his dick slip out of his mouth.

"There's a problem Scar? I did something ..."

He hadn't have time to finish his question; Sebastian was drawing him awkwardly against him for a kiss. Sebastian ran a hand between them and began to stroke the already well tensed cock of his boyfriend. His other hand fumbled to the nightstand and grabbed one of the packages set aside on it. He pushed Dave just a little, opened the package and began to unroll the condom on his boyfriend's painful erection.

"You ... are you sure? Are you ready? I ... I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm sure. I love you Pooky."

"I love you too, Scar."

Dave slowly removed his fingers and Sebastian winced a little at the sudden sense of emptiness that seized him. They took the time to find a position that would be comfortable for both of them; they looked into each other's eyes.

Slowly, Dave began to thrust in Sebastian, remaining attentive to the reactions of his man. Feeling his breathing quickening suddenly, he paused before thrusting a little further when the rhythm of his breathing had returned to a slower pace. He kept that slow pace, struggling against his desire to plunge completely in the soft heat that surrounded him, without ever leaving Sebastian's eyes.

The breathing of the latter was irregular, accelerating whenever Dave progressed a few millimeters to resume a normal rhythm when he was used to the new intrusion.

Dave had entered about half the length of his cock and wondered nearly how to keep going, so the sensations were intense, when he saw a tear beading around Sebastian's eyes.

"Hey, baby, are you in pain? You want us to stop?" he asked, stroking his boyfriend's cheek.

"I ... no. Just tell me that it's almost over. That ... you're soon completely in. I ... I don't think ... I can bear much more." Sebastian whispered.

"If you knew how what you're saying relieves me." Dave said letting out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. "I'm pretty far from being completely inside ... but you're so tight, I don't think it would be a good idea to try to go further for me either. There is no rule that says I must at all costs be fully in you I hope."

Sebastian shook his head in negation and put his hands around Dave's neck to draw him into a tender kiss, exploring his mouth with his eager tongue while Dave didn't move, his dick planted the deepest they'd reach it seemed for this time.

Sebastian slightly rolled his hips, as a cue that Dave's could start moving. He then began a slow back and forth, always observing the reactions of his boyfriend, pressing him as much as possible against him. His belly rubbed against the hard cock trapped between their bodies the rhythm of his come and go.

They moved together in a slow pace without taking their eyes off of each other, kissing tenderly, a few more minutes until the muscles tightly clasping Dave's cock sent him to heaven and he couldn't hold it anymore despite his desire to make Sebastian come first.

He stilled his hips, well set into Sebastian and spilled in the condom moaning. He resumed his back and forth gently despite his arousal that was beginning to fall until he felt Sebastian tense while a warm and sticky fluid was spreading between them.

Dave gently pulled out and once again, Sebastian grimaced slightly before attracting again his lover in a sensual kiss. Dave took off the condom and threw it into the wastebasket he had approached the bed earlier in the evening in anticipation.

"Can I ask you a question?" Sebastian asked uncertain, stopping Dave in his action to take a wet wipe on his nightstand to clean them.

"You mean other than this one?"

"You can just close your eyes before I ask please?"

Dave was puzzled by the request of his boyfriend but obeyed without questioning. Sebastian took an object in the drawer of his bedside table. An object he had placed there earlier in the evening, with the fear that the man of his life would find it before he was ready. He slipped his hand into Dave's, the small object between their palms.

"David Alan Karofsky, would you do me the honor of marrying me and allowing me to call you my husband for say, the next 70 years?"

Dave opened his eyes at once to find his boyfriend biting his bottom lip as always when he feared not to have the expected answer to his question.

"You ... you're serious? I mean, I didn't think ... I thought it was not ..."

"David, you want to kill me? I beg you, say yes or no, or not now, but answer."

"YES. Yes, yes, yes and yes again. There's nothing that could make me happier than to join my life to yours officially."

"Even what we just did?" Sebastian asked playfully.

"Was that at least good for you?"

"That was ... sexually, it was okay."

"Just okay?"

"Emotionally, it was ... amazing." Sebastian continued as if he hadn't heard the question. "I've never felt so close to anyone before. It's been days that I was thinking to ask you to marry me. But I was scared. I was scared that you might say no. And I didn't dare. But now, I felt I had to ask you now or never. Not because I wasn't afraid anymore, but because I couldn't take the risk of falling more in love with you every day with this fear in me. I had to know for sure once and for all. Like a bandage you pull in one go."

Dave smiled at him; he removed slightly his hand from Sebastian's and looked at the ring set down in his palm. It was nothing more than a simple silver band without any decoration.

"You put it to me?" He asked with a smile.

Sebastian took the ring in his hand and tried to put it on the left ring finger of his fiancé. The ring blocked before reaching the first joint.

"Sorry, my mistake." Sebastian said before turning back to his nightstand.

He reached into the drawer and took out a second ring; he turned to Dave and slipped on him the new ring that perfectly fit his finger.

"You hesitated on the size?" Dave joked.

"No, I just didn't take the right one the first time. This one is ... Well, this is ..." Sebastian answered, pointing to the second ring.

"I get it." Dave gently said taking it from his hands. He gently grabbed the left hand of his now future husband and slipped the ring on his finger, smiling at him.

"I declare us future husband and future husband." Dave said with a laugh.

They kissed gently, without closing their eyes, unable to let go of sight. They finally realized they had just promised themselves to each other while their bellies were coated with cum. Anyone would have find it totally inappropriate but for them, at that moment, it seemed the most romantic thing in the world.

Dave grabbed two wipes from the package they kept available for all the times they made love and didn't want to move to take a shower right after. He cleaned himself and Sebastian and threw the wipes in the trash.

Then he took Sebastian in his arms, pressing his back against his belly. He placed a light kiss on his neck.

"Good night Scar."

"Good night Pooky."

They remained silent for a moment and Dave would have thought that Sebastian had fallen asleep, but his voice rose timidly in the room.

"I ... I love you." Sebastian whispered, biting his lip nervously.

"Me too, I love you." Dave replied.

The young teacher tightened his grip a little and mingled his fingers to his fiancé's. They fell asleep like that, their left hands resting against Sebastian's stomach, their rings clasped together.