A/n: Hi guys,

I'm very surprised by the amount of attention the last chapter got, but I can't say I'm disappointed. Thank you all so much!

Anyways. This story is from now on M rated. You'll find out soon enough why...

Warnings: Smut, if you want to skip, go skip the first part (the cursively written part).

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"I can't believe we're doing this." Blaine said breathlessly. His legs were pressed against his belly, his ass was up in the air and Sebastian's fingers were buried deep inside of him. "Hmmm, so good." Blaine moaned as he felt the fingers move in and out his hole.

"Fuck, Killer. You're so hot like this." Sebastian whispered as he finally pulled out his fingers and reached for a condom on the nightstand. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." He breathed when he slipped the condom around his dick.

"Tell me."

Sebastian smirked. He leaned down again and he didn't stop until he crashed their lips together for one more time. Both of them moaned in the kiss and were disappointed when the kiss ended.

The taller male moved around until his cock was lined up with Blaine's ass and without another warning he pushed forward, very slowly.

"Holy shit, I- I... Fuck." Sebastian moaned when his whole junk was buried deep inside of Blaine's ass. He waited for some sort of permission before he pulled out again, almost all the way and slamed back in. Hard.

"Seb- Sebastian! Tell me!"

"What?" Sebastian asked as he kept moving his hips, making the bed crack with every movement he made. "You want to know how you made me hard every single time without even realizing? God Blaine. You were so fucking wet. Soaked by the rain. So hot!" Sebastian almost screamed.

"So close."

"Me too."

Blaine's grip on the bed tightened as he came even closer to his organsm. Sebastian was hovering over him. His skin was glancing, because of the sweat and for once Blaine didn't think it was gross. God. He wished Sebastian never showered again. He tried to keep his eyes open when he felt that familiar feeling down his stomach. Tears sprang in his eyes as he tried not to come, wanting this moment to last forever.

Only a minute later Sebastian came hard and Blaine did the same thing only seconds later, the actor's name rolling over his tongue.

"Sebastian!"

"You had a nice dream?" Blaine's eyes widened and he looked confused around the room. He was kind of disappointed that it was his own room and not Sebastian's. This thought soon faded away when he remembered what his friend had asked him.

Blaine panicked and quickly reached for the blanket that was lying on the ground. Blaine can vagually remember throwing it to the ground the minute he walked in his room after shooting yesterday. "Relax, dude." Sam laughed quietly as he lowered down to sit on the bed, but changed his mind, not wanting to sit on the bed where his friend just had a wet dream.

The curly haired boy stayed silent for what seemed like hours. He was wide awake, but tired at the same time.

"This is so wrong." Blaine sighed deeply after a good five minutes. "I have to work with him for at least nineteen more episodes. Why am I thinking about- about, this?"

Sam couldn't help but smile at his adorably friend, without much thinking he sat down next to Blaine. "You're a guy, dude. We all want sex." Sam watched amusedly as he saw Blaine's cheeks turn red and chuckled softly.

"I don't. I mean- I do, but... I don't know. I'm not that desperate." Blaine sighed finally and he ran his hand through his hair, making it even more messy.

"When was the last time you got late, man?"

"What?" Blaine jumped of the bed and walked towards his closet. This so wasn't a conversation he wanted to have this early in a morning.

"You're 21, Blainers, how can you still act like a freaking blushing teenager?"

"I do not!" Blaine exclaimed as he pointed his finger towards Sam's chest and poked it briefly. He quickly pulled his hand back when he realized what he was doing. Good way to act like an adult, Blaine.

"That is so not something to be ashamed of. It's hot."

Blaine stopped his movements, his shirt fell on the ground as he turned around to face the new voice in the room.

He looked the newcomer up and down. Sebastian looked handsome like always. Jeans. A black top and the famous smirk on his lips. "I would apologize for coming up here, but I'm not sorry. First of all I don't mind seeing you like this, Killer. And secondly, Sam, I think you should be the one apologizing, because I've been standing downstairs for a good ten minutes and no one, I repeat no one let Sebastian Smythe wait."

Both Sam and Blaine watched the actor in awe as he talked. Sam scratched the back of his head as he could feel the judging looks both Blaine and Sebastian were giving him. Just when Sam wanted to say something Blaine cleared his throat. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and walked a little closer to Sebastian.

"What are you doing here?" He wondered.

"Asking you out." Sebastian answered easily and Blaine frowned slightly.

"Like on a date?"

"No! Of course not, Killer. The two of us don't get along pretty well and I know that's sort of my fault. And that's why I'm here. To make it up to you. What do you say? Me, you, a boat and a fishing rod."

"You wanna go fishing?" Blaine asked surprised, but the older boy did nothing else but nod.

"I don't take no for an answer, Blaine. Put some warm clothes on and be ready in five minutes. I've waited long enough." Sebastian said before he walked out of the room without saying another word. He closed the door and forced himself to keep walking instead of overhearing Blaine talking to his friend.

Sebastian wanted to know his secrets, but he'll make sure that Blaine tells him everything about himself this afternoon. It's not like they are in a hurry. They don't need to shoot any scenes until late this evening and it's only a little over noon at the moment.

When Sebastian was downstairs he sat down on the couch and waited until Blaine, that one annoying boy who is on his mind all the time, would come to the living room.

"Sam, you need to help me. I can't go with him. Not after- after you know." Blaine hushed the minute Sebastian was gone.

"He doesn't need to know, Killer." Sam laughed and Blaine hit his friend playfully on his arm, a small smile creeping on his lips. Blaine saw how Sam's expression turned confused and assumed that his friend wanted an explanation.

"Honestly? I have no idea, but I like it. A lot."

"Well in that case, dream boy. Tell him all about the dream you had this morning. I'm sure Sebastian would be very willing to make it reality." Sam said before he shoved his friend out of the door, throwing the first socks and shoes he saw down the stairs. "I wanna know every detail!" He shouted as he amusedly sprung down on the bed, completely forgotten what his friend had done there only minutes ago, but then again he didn't really care.

The minute Blaine walked into the living room, Sebastian rose to his feet and followed Blaine to his car. He awkwardly rested his hand on Blaine's back and he motioned for the other boy to step inside.

"Let's find out what Blaine Anderson all can do with a long stick." Sebastian sung happily in an unknown melody, as he started his car and drove away, he smiled widely as he saw Blaine hiding his face next to him. A small chuckle escaping both of their lips.

A/n: Well, I guess that's it for now. I'm sorry for another late update. Let's just be happy that I finally wrote something, okay?

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