A/N: Hello people,

I'm sorry… I guess… I don't really have an excuse to be honest so let's just start with the story.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Review and tell me what you thought?

Warning: In the end there is some smut. Really shot though and not very detailed :).

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"And action!"

"Is everybody ready for a great show?" The lead singer, Chuck, of the band shouted and everyone sheered loudly.

All the people in de room were drunk and could barely stand on two feet, but that didn't mean that they weren't enjoying the party. Especially Kevin, Sebastian's character, could use some distraction. After a rough couple of weeks he finally has a chance to forget about all his worries for a few hours and that was exactly what he was going to do.

"Jack! It's been a while, man." Kevin shouted through the room as he moved his chair so it was placed next to Jack's. The two boys locked eyes this whole time, before Kevin placed his hand on Jack's knee and the teacher immediately looked away. "I didn't expect to see you here, babe."

...

"Cut!"

Crap.

"Blaine Anderson, why didn't you say anything?" Blaine looked at Sebastian with wide eyes and even though he really wanted to look away, he simply couldn't. His eyes were locked with Sebastian's and Blaine couldn't find the key.

"Uhm… I…" Blaine stuttered softly. It's was getting hotter here with the minute. Sebastian's body was so close to his and he could feel his breath warm against his cheek. You could say that this made it a little bit harder to concentrate.

When Sebastian finally looked around to talk to the director Blaine was relieved. He signed deeply and closed his eyes.

Focus Blaine.

"It's his first time, Mark. He isn't used to my charms yet." Blaine buried his face into his hands and unbelievably shook his head.

"Just- just continue please?" Blaine asked a little bit later and this is exactly what they did. Within no time Sebastian was back at the other side of the room and they did the whole scene again. Blaine couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty. Because of him they had to so it all over again. But then on the other side, it's not like they could have done this in one take anyway.

Blaine didn't look up when Sebastian, Kevin, shouted his name. And he didn't look up when he sat next to him on his chair. He only looked up when the script told him to.

"I didn't expect to see you here, babe."

"Can't say the same about you." Jack laughed softly as he turned around to face Kevin who sat down on the chair. "My brother is the drummer in the band." Jack stated and Kevin nodded in understanding.

"You're hotter."

"I know."

"Perfect. Let's do this one more time and then we'll shoot the lap dance." Everyone agreed and they shoot the scene once again.

"Everybody ready? And action!"

The music stopped and the lead singer walked up to Blaine and Sebastian. Blaine watched nervously how the very naked actor approached the two of them. When the male was only inches away, Blaine inspected him nervously. He silently hit himself. He needs to be confident and sure of himself, like Jack.

A smirk spread on his lips when the dancer walked even closer to Blaine and Sebastian.

The cruly haired boy soon realized that maybe this wouldn't be this hard as he thought it would be. Maybe he could stay in character just fine, because the closer the bandmember walked up to him, the hotter and cutier he looked.

"Well, hello there cutie." The dancer greeted as he playfully turned around to give Blaine, Jack, a clear view of his ass. Blaine chuckled amusedly and reached out to touch the perfect shaped ass in front of him. He felt Sebastian's eyes on him when he slepped the flesh and rolled his eyes when the other boy kicked him under the bar.

He knew that the kick wasn't scripted, and he's so gonna ask about it after shooting this scene. Or maybe he wasn't. To ask that he needed to talk to the other boy, and that was kind of a problem after the first scene.

Blaine did his best to do his lines without shaking too badly. He really isn't the kind of guy to simply touch males at those... private places. It's- well, it's private.

The dancer danced on Blaine's lap for over a minute and he would have laughed at Sebastian's expression, Blaine wasn't sure if he was acting or not, if he wasn't this uncomfortable. The first few seconds he tried to pull up a smile and act like he was enjoying all of this, he did sign a contract, but after a while it was just too weird. Even for Blaine Anderson.

"Okay, okay. I think that's enough." Sebastian said suddenly as he loudly cleared his troth and looked annoyed at the actor on Blaine's lap.

The director was about to say something, but was stopped when Sebastian stood up. He watched the band member closely and without a warning his fist connected with his cheek.

Blaine's eyes widened when he realized what was going on and jumped out of his chair, away from the two fighting people. Was this scripted? Did he get the wrong script or something, because he can't remember reading something about a fight.

The camera kept rolling and zoomed in on the two fighting boys. The whole club was freaking out and Blaine stood there, a little bit awkward shifting on his feet.

"Cut!" The direction finally said and Blaine was surprised to see the two of them actually stopping with fighting. "Good work, Smythe. I think the whole jealously act fits your character perfectly." Mark complimented and he padded Sebastian on his shoulder, smiling gently at the younger man. "Nice improvised."

"Thanks, man. I told you, you don't want to fire me!"

But Sebastian didn't seem happy, he didn't even look at Mark when he answered the director. He couldn't stop looking at the curly haired boy. That stupid hobbit. He wasn't acting before, he really wanted it all to stop. Blaine should touch him the way he touched the boy from before, he doesn't even remember his name, it's not fair. He wanted to touch Blaine like that.

The worst thing is, that whatever he is thinking about isn't even sex. Fucking Blaine against a wall or on the ground, hard and oh-so-fucking-good. Of course he wouldn't mind if Blaine was willing to do just that, but it's enough to hang out. To get to know each other a little better.

Sebastian shook his head and tried not to think about it. He finally stopped looking at the boy as he disappeared and after a while of looking at the spot were Blaine stood seconds ago he turned around and winked at the drummer.

He nodded to the dressing room, making it very clear what his intentions were. It didn't took more than two seconds before Chuck walked towards the dressing room. As soon as the door was locked Sebastian unbuckled his belt and pushed his own pants down. He gave the stranger a good view of his dick and pushed his head towards his cock. He signed when those lips sucked his cock and amusedly threw his head back against the wall.

He imagined that it was Blaine on his knees as he closed his eyes. He didn't mean to moan Blaine's name when he came, but the name rolled over his tongue before he could stop himself.

"Chuck actually, but you can call me whatever you want sexy." The stranger flirted and he walked out of the room.

This is why Sebastian Smythe doesn't do love. He will fuck it up eventually eitherway.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Expect more updates for my stories later today and tomorrow (not this story though), because next week I'll be in Paris and I won't be able to update anything.

Xxx Crissingirl123