Title: I Knew You Were Trouble: Not Like This
Rating: M for language and smut.
Pairing: Seblaine, Ex-Klaine; AnderCohen-Chang, Blam, & Blittany friendship.
Genre: Angst, Friendship to Romance
Warning: SeBlaingst among other things…
A/N: Weeee Update! Here's another reminder that I'm using Bellefontaine, Ohio as a wealthy area where most of the Dalton kids live when they aren't boarding at the school and that I don't know much of anything about it so don't be mad please. I use One More Night by Maroon 5 in this. Let me know what you think about this one and reblog if you like it pls bbs. (Shortest A/N so far. Achievement!)
Blaine gasped out of his sleep to find a hand smothering his face into the pillow beneath his head. The air in the room was sweltering, his skin sticky with sweat. He couldn't seem to get his body to stop shaking, his heart to stop pounding, his breaths to even out and more importantly (he checks underneath the covers with a soft groan) his erection to go down. He'd been dreaming and… well.
He reels his head to the side, chancing a glance at the cause of his morning situation and snorted softly. Seb really was the worst sleeper he'd ever encountered, having taken over more than half of the queen size bed. Laying on his stomach, his head was buried underneath the pillow, his feet sticking out of the duvet, the hand that was previously pressing into Blaine's face shifted onto his own on top of the pillow and his other arm was twisted in what could only be described as an uncomfortably position, but it seemed to be working for him. Blaine could see his mouth opened slightly, poking out of the bottom of the pillow and his own lips twitched into an involuntary smile. Seb was adorable like this. His vulnerability in this moment, so rare, was something to be marveled at. He looked so young and peaceful like this; no guard up; no façade; just Sebastian.
Blaine wanted to revel in the opportunity of getting to see Sebastian like this but his ever present arousal was sending a sporadic stream of subtle heat waves through his body at the sight of Sebastian and he really needed to take care of it before Sebastian woke up. Something told him Sebastian had a sex-opportunity radar and if he got up and saw him like this something was sure to happen and Blaine wasn't sure he had the will power to stop it, so he slipped out from under the covers, dropped his feet to the ground softly and as gracefully as possible stood up and rushed out of his room to the hallway bathroom. From the world's most discreet masturbation session, Blaine came with Sebastian's name whispered through his lips, the secret rising into the air with the steam of his hot shower.
After his shower, Blaine slipped into some comfortable clothes and trotted down to the kitchen for some coffee and water for Seb. Upon entering the kitchen he found the coffee was already made, thankfully, and the machine decorated with a pink post it. On it was a note from his mom telling him she left with his dad and would be gone most of the day. Blaine shoved the stirring feelings in the pit of his stomach down, poured the coffee in his favorite mug and took a sip of it with a sigh of relief as the hot liquid rushed through his body.
Blaine poked his head through the wide opening of his bedroom door to find that Sebastian was nowhere to be found. After retrieving what he needed from the kitchen he made his way up the stairs, water and coffee in hand, to check if Seb was still dead to the world, which clearly wasn't the case. As if on cue a harsh retching sound, followed by coughs and pitiful whimpers, echoed throughout the hallway. Blaine followed the sounds into the bathroom, slowly pushing the door open. He was greeted with the sight of Sebastian hugging the porcelain toilet, heaving the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl and feeling sorry for himself.
Blaine set the cups down on the sink counter and ran a cloth under the faucet, the sound causing Sebastian to jump violently. He hadn't noticed Blaine enter the bathroom, being busy hacking up his stomach and all. When the worst seemed to have passed, Blaine, grabbed some aspirin from the medicine cabinet, flushed the toilet for him, sat down next to Seb, water, aspirin and washcloth in hand, ready to take on damage control.
"Here, rinse out your mouth first, then take the aspirin and drink the rest of the water." Seb nodded and did as told, not having the strength to come up with a witty remark for Blaine's bossy side. Blaine wiped at Sebastian's mouth with the wash cloth without a thought on the domesticity of the fact that he was cleaning up the vomit on Seb's face; taking care of him like he's been doing it for years.
"This isn't exactly how I saw this going, at all." In response Sebastian heaved over the toilet bowl, his body shaking with the force of needing to throw up but having nothing left to give but the water Blaine gave him.
"Ugh. What? My throwing up wasn't on the list right after apologies and before make-up sex—as 'friends' of course?" Sebastian joked weakly, leaning back against the coolness of the tile bathroom walls.
A soft chuckle passed through Blaine's lips as he looked down at his hands toying with the bottle of aspirin. Sebastian was already forgiven and Blaine knew it. "I can't say that it was."
"But there will be make-up sex?"
"I can't say that either."
"Fair enough."
Silence blanketed the air between them leaving them, Sebastian sitting with his head tilted back against the wall and his eyes closed and Blaine staring at his friend. Another round of nausea overwhelmed Sebastian only to have him dry heaving in the toilet once more. Blaine tried to sooth him with a back rub; there wasn't much else he could do.
"Ugh I hate this."
"How are you not used to this. Isn't this like a weekend routine for you?"
Sebastian eyed Blaine from his spot over the toilet and rolled his eyes. "You don't just get used to this for one, and I don't ever drink like this—I never get this drunk. I don't always drink either. Sometimes I just go in and find someone to hoo-to um- you know, hook up with."
"Oh." Blaine fell silent as he processed what Sebastian said and curiosity grew. "Why did you drink so much last night then?"
"You." Sebastian clearly didn't have the strength to filter out what he let Blaine in on either. Blaine was shocked by his admission though slightly pleased for reasons he kept to himself.
"What about me?"
"I was mad at you, but more so at myself because you being angry with me was getting under my skin. I didn't want to feel like that—like I had some kind of attachment to our friendship. I don't get attached to anyone so I drank until I didn't feel bad about it anymore."
"Oh."
Sebastian leaned back against the tile walls again lulling his head to the side. "I'm, you know, I'm sorry for what happened; for what I said to you, and how I treated you. I don't want to not be your friend anymore."
Blaine smiled at this. Sebastian didn't apologize often; it was evident in the way he stumbled over his words and didn't make eye contact, but he really meant what he was saying and it made Blaine happy that Sebastian cared in his own way even if he wouldn't fully admit it.
"We were never, 'not friends' Seb, we were just in fight. I'm sorry too."
Sebastian grunted disbelieving at this. "For what?"
"You were mean, but I might have given you a reason to throw your defenses up. I'm not used to not being romantically involved where sex is involved. I know we only had sex one time but maybe I was treating you like we were dating without even realizing it and you just reacted naturally to that. That's not to excuse you, but clearly I made you uncomfortable and I wouldn't leave it alone, so I'm sorry.
"I um, okay."
"Just okay?"
"No I just, whatever—apology accepted B"
"You too Seb."
The boys fell silent again, the air of their rekindled bond relieving them of the tension that was built over the past week.
"I feel like everything I knew about relationships, which isn't much, is being flipped upside down."
Seb fixed Blaine with a confused gaze. "Why do you say that?"
"I'm just trying to figure out how we even got here. This time last year I was head over heels in love with my boyfriend and now that's over and I had a one night stand, sort of, with you, and I just, it's exciting for me to think about—not the break up, but the one night stand—but I feel like it shouldn't be. Like I shouldn't want that for myself, but I- I don't know."
Sebastian sighed, placing a warm understanding hand on Blaine's knee. "You don't have to feel bad for wanting a physical connection without a romantic one Blaine. Your Victorian romance didn't turn out the way you wanted it but you don't want to let go of physically connecting to someone and that's okay. It doesn't make you a bad person to want sex Blaine, especially when you want it with me." Sebastian winked earning an eye roll from the honey eyed boy.
"Okay."
"Just okay?" Seb mocked kindly.
Blaine let out a breathy chuckle. "Yeah I'm still trying to you know-"
"Yeah"
"So I'm not really sure about us in that way yet."
"I know."
"Okay."
"Just okay?" Seb smirked.
Blaine laughed out loud this time "Yeah just okay."
"Okay"
"Shut up Seb."
"Okay"
"Oh my god."
"Come inside?" Blaine turned a suspicious glance over at his friend who was sitting in the passenger seat, shielding himself from any light he could manage to block away. The morning was excruciatingly bright like the universe was punishing Sebastian for god knows what, it could be anything really. As a result the car ride to Sebastian's house was saddled with miserable groans and far too many complaints.
"Not for that B. I'm not all sex all the time. I'm just horribly hungover and I need a friend." Seb justified with a teasing smirk. Besides I'll need a ride to get my car later."
With a shake of his head Blaine agreed and they made their way into Seb's house. Sebastian's was much bigger than Blaine's own. Where Blaine's house was big and luxurious, Sebastian's was closer to a mansion. The foyer itself looked something akin to the entry way of a small castle. Blaine hadn't really taken the time to appreciate it the night of the party, but now in the light of day it seemed almost wrong to have even held a party like that in a place like this.
"Just leave your coat there, Dorene will put it away." Seb instructed pointing to the table in the middle of the foyer. Blaine did as he was told and followed as Sebastian led them in the direction of the living room. Blaine was entranced by the beauty of the Smythe household. It didn't give off that home-like vibe but it was still breathtaking. The décor was European, he could tell, and very expensive. He realized most of it had been moved out of the way on the night of the party, thankfully. He'd seen many rich homes in his day (He did live in Bellefontaine after all) but Sebastian's was something else. Gaping at Sebastian's house meant that he wasn't paying attention to where he was being led and didn't notice Sebastian's abrupt halt until he bumped into his back.
Blaine took in the rigid tension in Sebastian's body and the way atmosphere became drastically colder. He looked around Sebastian to find a tall man with the older boy's eyes, staring at them with contempt.
"Father."
Sebasitan's father remained silent, settling his glare with a sneer at the curly haired boy behind his son. His sneer was much like Sebastian's and Blaine automatically made the connection of where Seb got it from, but there was something colder about the way Sebastian's father looked at him. It made his skin feel too tight like he was growing out of it and it made him want to scratch it off. His gaze lingerd on Blaine's form, taking in the way Blaine drew himself closer to his son, taking in his small stature and coming to his judgment about the boy in those few short seconds. Blaine unconsciously shielded himself further behind Sebastian, not missing the pleasure Seb's father garnered from the effect he had on him.
"This is Blaine." Seb said when the silence grew thick and even more uncomfortable.
"Since when did I care about the names of one of your 'friends' and when did it matter to you to introduce them to me?"
"It's not-we're not. He's actually just my friend so I thought-" Sebastian was flustered, the tension in his body only intensifying. Blaine couldn't see his face but he could see what this was doing to Seb, just by his body language. He wanted to hold him, if only his hand, he wanted Seb to know that he was there and he understood. Seb's father wasn't accepting that much was evident from this exchange and though his own situation wasn't like this he understood what that meant for the taller boy.
"Right. The Garrison's will be here tonight, so be done with this quickly." With a parting once over of the two boys the man turned and walked towards what looked like his home office and shut the door.
That air in the room remained stilted and uncomfortable and neither boy said anything. Blaine felt Sebastian's hand slip into his and stared at their conjoined hands. Though his face remained stoic and he didn't look at Blaine, his hand held on tightly, letting Blaine know just how much he needed him, his earlier words from the car echoed in his mind; "I need a friend," a joke earlier was now so painfully true.
"C'mon." Seb muttered leading Blaine the opposite way back through the foyer towards the kitchen. Again Sebastian was halted by the presence of a person blocking his path.
"Sebastian where have-oh." A woman stood staring at the two boys, not so much with the same contempt his father held in his gaze, but Blaine could see the discomfort and judgment in her eyes. Blaine could also see that this was Sebastian's mother. He looked just like her. Though Sebastian shared his father's eyes, nothing else was his. So much of Sebastian was held in this woman it was uncanny.
"Well, I guess I should 'ave known." Sebastian's mother let out a humorous laugh and tried to busy herself with folding a drying rag, which was laughable at the very least considering she never lifted a finger in this kitchen.
"We're just going to go-"
"Oh yes of course uh- "
"Not like that." Sebastian was fed up; Blaine could hear it in is voice.
"Non of course not I-"
"Whatever."
Sebastian gripped Blaine's hand so tight Blaine couldn't feel his hand going numb. He locked eyes with Seb's mother as she watched the two boys walked out the door that led to the back yard from the kitchen. She met his gaze, acknowledging his presence for the first time unlike Seb's father who stared him down from the moment he saw him, and grimaced.
When they were outside and out of sight from Seb's mother Blaine let out a deeply needed sigh.
"Seb"
"Don't B."
"I just-"
"Don't."
"Okay."
They walked in silence as Seb led him down the stairs of the back patio towards the pool house at a determined pace. Blaine looked around with confusion.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room."
"I thought your room was in the house." Sebastian stopped in his tracks for the third time causing Blaine to crash into him.
"I only sleep up there when we have guests and my parents want to keep up the sham that we're a family or when I can't get all the way out here to fuck someone, obviously."
"They d-"
"Do the look like they care whether or not I sleep in the pool house or the next state over?"Blaine clamped his mouth shut. Seb's parent's didn't look like they cared in the least, but he wasn't going to outwardly agree with Seb. There was harshness in his tone that told Blaine to drop it so he did and was rewarded with a grateful glint in Sebastian's eyes.
Blaine sat idly on Sebastian's bed and waited as the older boy showered. They hadn't said anything when they entered Sebastian's room. Sebastian just let go of Blaine's hand and walked directly into the bathroom leaving Blaine to stare after him with concern.
Sebastian opened the bathroom door, allowing the steam to roll into the room from the bathroom and emerged shirtless in sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp, water dripping from his locks and rolling down his lean yet muscular body. Blaine was reminded of his morning arousal and swallowed audibly at the sight of him. An idea struck in his mind and slipped off the bed and walked over to Sebastian who now had his back turned to him as he looked for a shirt in his dresser.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist and stood on his tip-toes to rest his chin on Sebastian's shoulder. "Hey." He whispered.
"Hey" replied still not meeting Blaine's honey eyes. "Sorry about earlier. I didn't even know they'd be home. I didn't see their car—they must have had Bill drive them." Sebastian was rambling, still digging through his dresser aimlessly for a shirt.
"Hey, no. You don't have to apologize for that. Sure it was a little uncomfortable, but that wasn't your fault."
"I just-"
Blaine shushed Sebastian, dropped back down to stand fully on his feet, turned Seb to face him, closing the distance between them and capturing his soft lips in a gentle kiss.
"Maybe we can just forget about it, If that will make you feel better." Sebastian nodded and closed the distance between them once more. The kiss grew more and more heated each time their lips came together. Sebastian captured Blaine's bottom lip and hungrily sucked on it. He wanted to drown in the taste Blaine's lips and the small whimpers he was making.
Blaine was giving in so generously, letting Sebastian take what he needed from him. It suddenly occurred to Sebastian what was happening and he pushed Blaine away with a resounding "No"
Blaine sputtered, shocked by the turn of events. "What?"
"I said no."
"Why?" Blaine couldn't help the way the rejection hurt.
"This morning you couldn't even decide whether or not you wanted this. Now all of the sudden you do? Don't think I can't put the pieces together. This is about my parents so no I don't want your pity fuck B."
"I'm sorry."
Blaine instantly felt guilty because everything Seb said was true, and he was so wrong for having pursued him like this, using the one thing his parents used to make Seb feel bad about himself as a way make him feel better. He decided on another approach. "Do you want to talk about it? About them?"
"Not yet, Killer. Let's just go get my car from Scandals. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
"I know that we might have sectionals in the bag, but I really want to encourage you all to try your hardest to be impressive. It's no secret that other choirs like to stop in on performances and check out the competition. We want everyone to know we're a force to be reckoned with this year."
"We're going up against, our sister school's newly formed glee club and elderly people. I can't see how we won't look like a force to be reckoned with by default."
"Is that how you want to win Eddy? By default?"
"Well no I just-"
"Then I suggest you reevaluate your commitment to this team. We will win because we were the best, not because our opponents were subpar. That's not how I want to claim that national championship, and I certainly hope that's not how you want it either."
Sebastian was about to blow his lid. One hour into practice and it was still proving difficult to get the warblers motivated today and though he could appreciate the appearance of Sass Master Blaine Warbler, he was exhausted from the weekend with his parents and didn't feel like dealing with these guys too. They'd done the number about four times now and everything seemed off. Even Blaine's motivational speeches couldn't get them out of this funk and that was saying something because Blaine's motivational speeches seemed to pull these boys out of anything.
"Look, why don't we just end practice here." There was a collective sigh of relief from the boys as Blaine turned to Sebastian with a look of annoyance. "We're not getting anywhere with this B. Just trust me." Blaine nodded reluctantly with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"You guys better fucking get your shit together by tomorrow. This won't happen again." Sebastian called after the boys as they hurriedly made their way out of the common room door.
When the last warbler left and the only two left in the room was Blaine and Sebastian, Blaine plopped down on one of the couches visibly defeated. Seb gracefully sat next to him, and watched as his friend pinched the bridge of his nose and sigh heavily.
"You shouldn't have done that Seb. We need to practice." Blaine's voice wasn't angry, but frustrated and Sebastian was glad. They were doing so well after the weekend; he really didn't want to be fighting with Blaine again.
"We still have time B."
"But-"
"We weren't getting anywhere today. It was one bad practice; don't stress yourself out."
Blaine relented though he was still pouting. Seb couldn't help but smile at how adorably upset his friend was over this.
"We can practice our duet if you want." Another overdramatic sigh passed Blaine's lips, but Sebastian could see the smile threatening to take over his features.
"Don't be sad B." Seb poked Blaine's side and the warbler curled over into a fit of laughter. "Don't be sad. Don't be sad" Seb got two more pokes in before the younger boy slapped his hand away with a halfhearted glare. "Stop it."
"So..?"
"Let's do it. I mean you know duet." Blaine teased coyly with a wink. Sebastian bit his lip as his face turned red; Blaine was such an asshole.
He put the instrumental track on his iPod and set up the doc with the big speakers before pressing play.
Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score
You and I get sick, and I know that we can't do this no more
Sebastian turned back to Blaine and started singing and walking towards Blaine with a playful glint in his eyes.
But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head let it all go
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you
He danced around Blaine crowding in on his personal space before backing up with a flirtatious smirk, mentally noting a point for himself at the rosy blush that spread across Blaine's cheeks. They sang the chorus together and Sebastian couldn't help but feel smug at the effect he was having on Blaine.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
Blaine wanted nothing more than to wipe the haughty look off of Sebastian's face so he raised the stakes. As he sang the next verse he stripped himself of his Blazer and tie and watched delightfully as Sebastian's eyes widened and he tripped over his feet.
Try to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Try to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself
And I'll be waking up feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell
They continued on like that—teasing each other, making overtly sexual gestures to throw each other off and dancing suggestively against one another to rile the other up before backing away—throughout the duration of the song. The sexual tension in the room was so thick they were practically suffocating from it. By the end of the song Sebastian had Blaine pressed up against the wall, his legs wrapped around his waist and his head throw back as he hissed in pleasure at Sebastian scratching his nails down his exposed chest. (Yeah, he went as far as to unbutton his shirt and Seb almost tripped over a chair.)
"God look at you." Sebastian moaned in awe as he gripped Blaine's tiny waist. Blaine chuckled, tightening his legs around Seb's waist and pulling the older boy in for a hungry kiss. Blaine sucked and bit aggressively at Sebastian's tongue and bottom lip. He could safely say he's been horny for this since Saturday morning. He hadn't tried anything after the incident in Seb's room for the rest of the weekend out of fear of being rejected again, but the arousal didn't dispate so he was definitely pleased with the turn of events this time around. Sebastian groaned at Blaine's eagerness and pulled away
"You are so hot for it." He teased, running the tip of his nose up the side of Blaine's neck before brushing his lips over his pulse point and sucking down on it earning himself those little whimpers he's missed so much.
"I'm just going to—fuck—go ahead and say we can't perform that song like that at sex-at sectionals" Seb laughed into Blaine's neck.
"I don't know." Seb aligned their hips just so, and ground into Blaine nice and slow as he bit down on the already visible love bite on Blaine's neck, causing the smaller boy to moan hotly in his ear. "With the way you sound right now, we're a shoe-in to win."
"ShitSeb. Not here; not like this. I want—" Seb tore his lips away from Blaine's neck.
"Your dorm, or mine?"
"Yours."
Seb placed Blaine back on shaky feet and kissed him breathless once more before the two boys scrambled to get their things and rush to Seb's dorm. When they located all their things Blaine pulled Seb towards him, reached up on his tip toes and captured Seb's lips in another kiss before pushing him towards the door. Just as they were about to walk out of the Senior commons Thad Cockblock Warbler burst in through the doors, looking distressed as ever and Seb just about collapsed as he watched the magnificent sex he was about to have, yet again, fly out the fucking window!
"Thank god you're still here Blaine, we have some troubling news. We really need your help!" Sebastian could see Jeff, Nick and Eli standing behind Thad and marked this day as the day he almost legitimately cried.
End A/N: They're doomed to be sexually frustrated! Poor bbs.thoughts?