This was written for something called "seblaine week" on tumblr.
The grey, knitted beanie is slung low over Sebastian's hair, warming his ears from the slight nip in the Ohio air. The pale green cardigan that he had haphazardly thrown over a blue t-shirt has ridden up his back a little, exposing the skin there to goose bumps.
But, for reasons that Sebastian wishes and prays and begs for, he doesn't seem to care.
The raincoat Blaine has over his shoulders is yellow, incredibly bright at that, with a brief striped interior of red that can barely be seen from where one hand is resting in his pocket. The rolled up, grey, borderline horrible sweats he had put on before his quick glance out the window minutes before, are rubbing against Sebastian's jeans every time they take a breath.
But, and god Blaine wants to just die when he thinks of how corny it is to think this, he never wants to stop breathing in Sebastian.
Their hands rest on the strip of curb in between them, intertwined and stroking and warming.
This is new to both of them, something they aren't used to – beginnings. This could start, this could end, this could take off like wildfire, this could burn, this could fizzle, this could pop, this could flop, this could be anything and everything andBlainehas never been more terrified.
Sebastian, who inches closer to the smaller boy with a slight smirk on his daring face, has waited too long for this not to happen.
It needs to happen. It begs to happen.
They share a soft smile and then Blaine ducks his head, eyeing the driveway to his left with great interest instead. If his eyes followed along the paved road, past the garden and the silver Mercedes and the winding porch, he might have seen his sturdy bloke of a father staring at them with blatant interest from the bay window.
But he doesn't look. Instead, he just trains his eyes back on Sebastian, grinning at the other boy's hungry look.
Please Blaine? and they're so close now, hands still knitted tightly but resting over Sebastian's knee now, harmless and sweet and just a little sweaty. The waters have been tested over and over, but they won't stop being hesitant until the moment it happens, until everything comes round full circle, until their lips meet and this becomes something.
Blaine's answer is in his small hand's movements - escaping from the tender warmth of his pocket to run gentle over his own pants. It twitches, drums, and then moves towards Sebastian's neck.
The skin there is cool, and absolutely fascinating as his fingers glide over it, making the glow in Sebastian's eyes turn from their previous hunger to something that Blaine has seen so many times but has never been able to pinpoint, never been able to truly understand why he deserves the sweet look.
It's adoration.
Sebastian's hand, itching gently down his jeans, immediately jumps to Blaine's waist, running up and down to feel the gentle curve of his body. It catches on the slick, yellow material, but he keeps at it, not able to take his eyes off the beautiful boy in front of him.
The sweeping, brushing eyelashes; the glowing, gorgeous, hazel eyes; the swift dip of a nose; the twisting and turning hair; the tiny, pleasant little hands; the graceful ankles; the tanned, strong forearms; the red red red lips.
He pulls him, drags him, drugs him towards his own body, making the smaller boy flush and smile and lean in expectantly. They stare at one another,Blainewith those bashful, waiting eyes, Sebastian and his hopeful, enamored gaze.
They lean in at the same time, smiles evident even from where the smaller boy's father is still standing at the window – trying so hard to understand the beauty before his eyes. The boys breathe in one last breath before their world changes.
They close their eyes.
Their lips meet.
The world keeps turning.