Sebastian couldn't stop thinking about Ned. What was his angle? There was no way he actually wanted to help. Why would anyone help a guy who was such a blatant threat to them? He had the innocent, blinky thing down, but Seb saw straight through it.

Mostly.

Almost.

OK, not at all. He knew it couldn't be for real, obviously, but he couldn't figure our what he was covering up.

Suddenly, his cock felt cold. He snapped back to reality and glared at the indiscriminate twenty-something blonde kneeling in front of him, who'd pulled away from his crotch.

'Did I say you could stop?' He looked upset. Not that Seb cared. He was far from satisfied.

'But Stewart, baby,' Ah. Tonight he was Stewart. Scoring as Sebastian had gotten too easy, so lately he'd been alternating between personae. Stewart was coy, inexperienced, and "my last boyfriend… my only boyfriend… he never did that to me… it was always the other way around…" Blondie, whatever his name was, had smiled and cupped his face and attempted a tender, heartfelt kiss. It had been clumsy and wet, and Seb barely managed to turn his groan of exasperation into some kind of grateful whimper. And now here they were, against a wall outside scandals, with Sebastian resisting the urge to reach for his phone and check the time.

'I've been going for fifteen minutes and, um,' he glanced pointedly at Seb's semi, 'I don't want to be - are you nervous?' The words were thoughtful. It would have been sweet of him to check, if he'd fully pulled away, but as far as he knew, Stewart was already fragile. He couldn't take his hand away; the poor kid could have had abandonment issues to overcome. So he squeezed Sebastian encouragingly. Like a pat on the shoulder, or a 'hang in there buddy!', but on his balls. A reassuring ball-squeeze. Fucking hell.

Sebastian choked back a laugh. He was torn. He could stay in character. He could blame his heartbreak, his ex, his shock at being shown such care and understanding. Or -

'Christ, please tell me I imagined that. Tell me you didn't actually just squeeze my-' He rolled his eyes at the hurt face in front of him, and zipped up his jeans. 'Really? Puppy dog eyes? It's not exactly cute when that mouth's just been on my dick, OK?' The guy was speechless, kneeling and gawping up at him. 'Normally, I'd keep playing along. Stewart's one of my favourites, but this really isn't worth it. It's too fucking easy. Get up, asshole. I'm sure there's someone in there who won't be able to tell how much you suck at sucking.'

He didn't stand up. He stayed on the floor, staring helplessly at Sebastian as he sauntered off into the night and back to Dalton.

Seb didn't look back. He needed to focus if he was going to figure Ned out. It was easier fully dressed, but his judgement was somewhat clouded by his sexual frustration. What if he really was as innocent as he seemed? Whatever he was doing, it was working at school. He had them eating out of his hand. He'd already gotten a solo. Sebastian had heard about people auditioning time after time without getting one, and Ned had waltzed in and got it on day one.

That afternoon had been embarrassing, to say the least. They were really into the 'team spirit' thing, and he really wasn't. He'd been in threesomes that were less gay than Warbler practise, but he needed to do something. He knew he was good. He was better than the idiot who couldn't stop laughing, and that uppity Asian guy needed to pull the stick out of his ass if he wanted to put any emotion into a song instead of stepping from side to side like a robot in a tie. Then there was Ned. He was just trying so damn hard. He was happy to let everyone know how much he cared about choir, and they loved it. Maybe if he could get Ned on his side, the others would fall in line. And judging by how eager he was to help, it would probably be pretty easy. Now that he thought about it, Ned was like Stewart, except he didn't want to punch him in the face. He was just... Nice. Sebastian didn't normally associate with nice boys, but maybe in this case he could make an exception. Just for the bonus points with the Warblers while he was stuck in Ohio. There was fuck all else to do in this shitty town.