Title: I Knew You Were Trouble: One Foot in the Deep End
Rating: M for language and smut.
Pairing: Seblaine, Ex-Klaine; AnderCohen-Chang, Blam, & Blittany friendship.
Genre: Angst, Friendship to Romance
Warning: Blow Jobs, kissing, and frotting, these are a few of my favourite things!
A/N: Seb & Blaine are friends with benefits. 'Nough said! I just read up on lacrosse and realized it's a spring sport…..yikes. So I read through the last chapter and I'm not sure that I ever stated it was for lacross So I was thinking maybe they have early practices for tryouts. Can we go with it? For the sake of my sanity?
Sebastian smirked when he heard his friend crash through the boys' restroom door. That hadn't taken very long he thought and he was thankful because his hard on was bordering on painful and he didn't think he could hold off much longer. There was a beat of silence before he heard the other boy lock the restroom door and the pattering of his feet coming towards the stall he was in.
Blaine finally appeared, frazzled and heaving for breath, and it was clear he wanted it just as bad if his already unbuttoned blazer, loose tie and the way his oxford was hanging out of his slacks was anything to go by. Seb didn't miss the way Blaine licked his lips at the sight of him slumped against the wall, his pants around his ankles and his hand loosely wrapped around the base of his cock. He didn't miss the way Blaine's eyes darkened before his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.
"You've got your pants down and you didn't even bother to close the stall door?" His voice was deeper, tainted with arousal, when he spoke.
Seb shrugged noncommittally and tightened his grip, stroking lazily as Blaine shut the stall door (despite having locked the restroom door already).
Blaine clucked his tongue. "You can't just continuously snap chat me pictures of your dick and then text me your location while I'm in class Seb" he reprimanded—it was halfhearted at most; he probably didn't mean it. In fact, just the mention of the dirty pictures seemed to have Blaine flustered in the best way.
He swaggered over towards the taller boy, pushing his slacks down past his hips and stopped between Seb's thighs; his own pants now at his ankles. He knocked Seb's hand away, taking over with a firmer grip and more purpose.
"It got you here, didn't it?" Seb countered—it came out a gasp. Just barely getting the words out as he panted, "and you're about to suck my dick so I'm afraid I'm not in the slightest bit sorry," and managed a shit eating grin despite Blaine twisting his wrist and thumbing the head of his cock.
Blaine rolled his eyes, sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. He was entranced, watching Seb fuck up into his fist, his desire was obvious in his flushed cheeks and lingering gaze. It made Seb's dick pulse and his breath hitch. He's so hot for it, he thought and it was nothing like what Seb believed would happen and so, so intoxicating.
Blaine's eyes rolled up the length of Seb's body and his dark honey eyes locked on emerald greens as his free hand slid into his own grey boxer-briefs and wrapped around himself.
"It doesn't look like you want to be in class anyways." Sebastian meant for it to be a arrogant joke, but his want got the better of him—weakened his voice to a wavering moan.
"Yeah well I'm about to make this embarrassingly short for you." Blaine leaned in and pressed an open mouth kiss below Seb's ear then began a trail down his body, pushing up his shirt to get at his skin.
Seb shook his blazer off and placed in on the floor so Blaine could kneel comfortably and attempted to laugh. "Yeah, I doubt that Killer I—" But then Blaine was sinking his hot mouth over him and Seb momentarily forgot how to speak words.
It was a sin designed from the devil himself, the skillful way Blaine worked his mouth up and down his shaft. He sucked Seb's dick like it was the last thing he was ever going to do, twisting his head, sucking and licking on his head, then taking in as much of Seb's length as he could and swallowing around him.
Seb looked down through hooded eyes and found that Blaine was not only sucking him off but he was jerking himself too and more importantly he was staring at him. He felt stuck, locked in Blaine's sultry gaze, and he could practically taste the want in Blaine's eyes. His lips were a deep pink color and glistening, stretched wide around Seb's cock, and his face was red from exertion. It all summed up as a sight in the top ten hottest things Seb had ever seen.
With heavy lids and his mouth hanging slightly, Seb immersed himself into every detail. The wet heat of his mouth, the way Blaine dug his fingernails into his thigh, and the noises—god the noises—all of it had Seb's blood boiling. His eyes devoured the way Blaine sucked him, skillfully, though his hips pumped erratically into his own fist and his eyes roll back—he was coming, and then he was moaning.
Seb slammed his hand against the wall, gripping, scratching and trying to keep himself grounded as the vibrations shot through his cock and rocked him off his equilibrium. Before he could even prepare for it, his mouth fell open and he was groaning through his orgasm.
Blaine stood, wiped his hand clean with toilet paper, and tucked them both back into their pants with a smirk. His smile was hotter with the state of his glistening lips Seb noticed. Blaine wiped his mouth clean and put the rest of his clothes on until he was irritatingly presentable, as if he hadn't just sucked Seb's sanity right out of his dick.
"Told you." Blaine stated simply, purposefully swaying his hips as he walked out of the stall without so much as a glance back. Seb was left to pick up the shattered bits of composure he had left and try to mold it into something usable for the rest of the day because with that boy, and those hips, lips, ass and everything, he was constantly at risk of losing the vestiges he still had.
Sebastian passed the food line when he walked into the cafeteria later that day. He'd forgotten it was going to be creamy mushroom chicken and was unprepared, but he wasn't much in the mood for a salad so he settled on a roll and yogurt from the al-a-cart line to hold him off until after classes. He swiftly maneuvered himself through the crowded cafeteria until he reached their table and gracefully plopped down in the seat next to Blaine's.
"Hey, B" He greeted; only acknowledging the rest of the table with a half nod if it could even be classified as that.
Blaine ended his discussion with Jeff with an, "I'll show you later," then turned to Seb with a bright smile. He eyed Seb's food before rolling his golden eyes and rummaging through his bag. Unsure of what Blaine as doing, Seb busied himself with opening his yogurt and spooning the aluminum lid for the excess bits of yogurt on it. When he looked up again Blaine was holding out what looked like a spinach and cheese grilled sandwich wrapped in plastic.
"I knew you were going to forget there was going to be mushrooms in our lunch today so I got an extra sandwich for you."
Seb cleared his throat, shifted in his seat and pointedly ignored the weird fluttering thing his stomach was doing. His eyes shifted between the sandwich and Blaine before he grabbed the sandwich. Their hands brushed gently causing his stomach to do that annoying thing again and he was pretty sure his cheeks tinted slightly—this was in no way acceptable by any means.
He cleared his throat once more before smiling graciously. "You didn't have to do that. I would have been fine."
Blaine shrugged and bit into his own sandwich. He swallowed and wiped a napkin at his mouth before speaking. "It's fine. I remembered you're allergic to mushrooms and you don't pay attention sometimes so I brought you a sandwich just in case. You're hardly pleasant when you're hungry anyways and a thing of yogurt and a roll is not going to save us from a cranky Sebastian." Blaine winked at him before returning to his sandwich.
Seb couldn't even stop the warmth that spread through him if he tried. He looked down at the sandwich in his hand, a soft smile gracing his lips. Blaine really thought about things like this—really thought about him.
He felt bad for doubting it, but in all fairness Seb had grown accustomed to loneliness. He wasn't used to feeling like he had a friend in anyone or that he could trust anyone. His shock and hesitance were indomitable leeches to the knowledge that he and Blaine were friends now.
He didn't like to think on it too much—didn't want to get used to how it made him feel. It wasn't like this was something that would even last. Knowing him he'd mess things up before it could truly settle, but if he was being honest with himself (and in a moment of rarity, he was), in the past two weeks since they decided on allowing sex in their friendship, he had come to realize he enjoyed moments like this just as much, if not more than, the sexual benefits of their friendship.
It wasn't something he was ready to vocalize—it was too frightening as a thought never mind real, solid and out in the open.
Seb shook his head of those thoughts before it set in and made him hope for things with Blaine. Disappointment was the only foreseeable outcome where hope was involved; it always had been. Choosing to enjoy the moment only for what it was and nothing more, he pushed away everything he was feeling. He was knocked out of his thoughts by Blaine shoving him slightly with a self-conscious chuckle.
"Stop staring at me, just eat it." Blaine urged; bringing his own sandwich up towards his mouth and pausing until Seb did the same. He didn't take another bite until Seb took one first and then he smiled like an idiot, but it was adorable and really Seb had lost the will to try and figure out what the fuck was going on with him today.
He hadn't even realized he had still been staring like a moron to begin with and now he couldn't stop sideways glancing at his friend. That was until someone at the table kept clearing their throat all loud and irritating and whoever it was clearly wasn't going to stop until all attention was on him. Seb looked up to find Trent glancing between Blaine and himself.
Seb narrowed his eyes and put his sandwich down. "What is it Trenton?"
Trent chose to ignore Seb's use of his full name. "There's sex being had between the two of you isn't there?" The boys at the table fell silent.
Seb noticed two things in that moment. The first thing Seb noticed was Blaine tensing beside him. He didn't look—didn't think he could handle seeing Blaine's shame. The second thing he noticed was the way Eli stiffened and pointedly stared at him with a look of utter contempt.
Blaine hadn't said a word yet, Seb wasn't even sure the other boy was breathing, but he opted not to speak up either. They never discussed whether this was something they'd keep to themselves yet, and he felt a tug of guilt for having told Eli already. He didn't know what Blaine wanted so he remained silent.
"If I say yes will there be a lecture?" Blaine asked cautiously.
Trent laughed; holding out a triumphant open palm in front of Jeff's face, and shook his head. "Nope, do what you will man, we're not going down that road again, but Jeff owes me fifty bucks."
The other boys, all except for Eli, laughed. Seb let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding and chanced another glance at Blaine, who smiled at him and gave him a one shoulder shrug to as if to say "well…"
"Besides" Nick started , running his hand over Jeff's golden locks as the other boy rested his head on his shoulder, mourning the loss of his money, "Carson told me he heard someone having incredibly loud sex in your room a while back. I was suspicious, but I just assumed Taylor snuck in his girlfriend."
Thad hummed in agreement. "Yeah and it doesn't help that you're both always smiling like fools. Sometimes you're just… too happy." He ended with a shudder as if his mind's eye had a vivid image of what it was exactly that Blaine and Sebastian did.
"Yeah well now you know." Blaine mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the tables patrons. His cheeks were flaming red, honey eyes wide with embarrassment, but there was a smile hidden behind his hand, Seb noted.
A lot of things seemed to be out of Seb's control, the breathy chuckle that passed through his lips being no exception, but he reigned himself back in and quickly covered it with a smug smirk before silently finishing the rest of his sandwich.
The rest of lunch went without incident. It seemed the other boys had done a complete 180 since the last time Sebastian was brought up in terms of Blaine. Whether it was because he was sitting at the table with them or they really had experienced a change of heart or even that they just decided Blaine could handle his own, their teasing was minimal and lighthearted and Blaine was still smiling. Seb would say he was happy if he didn't dislike everyone (excluding Blaine) at this table so much.
When lunch was over, they walked out of the cafeteria and Sebastian pulled Blaine away from his friends, ignoring their knowingly smiles, and walked briskly around the corner into an empty classroom.
He shut the door behind them and pushed Blaine up against the wall, careful to stand so that if someone were to peek through the small window in the door they would remain out of sight.
Seb didn't even give Blaine a chance to question him before he pressed up against him, braced his face with both hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Blaine's face was an undiscovered shade of pink when he pulled away and Seb latched on to his bottom lip. He groaned quietly and went in for another kiss before pulling away completely.
"I'm not missing any more class for sex today." The words were warm—barely audible—against Seb's lips as Blaine hadn't bothered to put not but an inch of distance between them before speaking. The way Blaine gripped his arms told Seb all he needed to know about whether Blaine really wouldn't miss another class to be with him, but luckily he wasn't going to make them miss class. They'd be late, but they wouldn't miss it entirely.
"I wouldn't pull you into a classroom in the middle of the school day for that Killer. Though now that you put it out there…" Seb responded, wigging his eyebrows earning a breathy chuckle from the other boy.
They leaned in, closed the distance between their mouths and adeptly wrapped their lips around each other's, their tongues sliding together briefly before retreating. They kissed slowly, eyes shut and lost in the fluidity of it but the hunger was there, palpable in the way they gripped onto each other and breathed heavily.
It didn't take long for the heat to build and the kisses to grow greedy and harsh with want. Seb shuddered, grasping Blaine just below his ass and pulling him onto his toes. It was so good, even if it was just a kiss; it still had Seb needy with desire. But then Blaine's confusion got the better of him and he pulled away.
Seb groaned softly, "What?"
"What is this then? What are you doing in here?"
"I felt like kissing you." Seb explained, shrugging and then leaning to continue where they left off.
Blaine wasn't having it though. He placed a hand on Seb's chest and dropped onto the full length of his feet, ignoring the way Seb slumped in disappointment. "There's more."
Seb's moan was loaded with annoyance. He let silence settle between them and mentally weighed his options. Blaine wasn't going to let this go, of that he was sure. Every fiber of his being was telling him to shoot Blaine down and walk out but something equally as strong inside him told him it was okay to let Blaine in even just a little.
He mumbled when he spoke and his green eyes were glued to the ground "You're not ashamed."
He didn't elaborate; this kind of openness made his skin feel too tight and left him feeling unpleasantly bare. He left Blaine to put the pieces together and wasn't disappointed because Blaine didn't need any more than that. He knew—he always did somehow—and he ran the hand resting on Seb's chest up to his jaw and tried to coax him into meeting his gaze.
Seb pulled Blaine's hand away from his face and turned his head away, stubbornly choosing to stare at the wall on the far side of the room rather than look at Blaine.
Blaine spoke anyway, "No, I'm not," a pause, "It means a lot to you doesn't it?" Blaine tone was gentle—not overly invasive but still prodding.
"No, it just made me want you." Yes, it does.
"Okay." Blaine understood. "Let's go before we get caught in here." Blaine pulled Seb by the hand and led him out of the class room. Seb was momentarily swept away by how completely his friend got him.
He couldn't say how he arrived at his class after splitting ways with Blaine, as the weight of the conversation still hung heavily in Seb's mind. Apparently some screws had been knocked loose that morning because this wasn't who he was—blushing with all these feelings he couldn't describe or put a name to. He walked into his class, ignoring the all the stares. His teacher ranted about his tardiness but he ignored that too. He couldn't stop thinking about lunch and the classroom. He couldn't stop thinking about Blaine. He figured this was what it felt like to have a best friend. Maybe that was what it was.
That Saturday found Blaine at the mall with Tina, Sam and Brittany. They'd all gotten together to help Tina pick out some fabric for the McKinley production of Grease, which wasn't going well in the least.
"Blaine, are you even listening?" Tina waved her hand in front of the mentioned boys face.
Sam leaned over Blaine's shoulder and smirked. "He's totally not. He's texting Sebastian." Sam wiggled his eyebrows and dodged Blaine's arm as he swung it out to shove him.
Blaine looked up from his phone with a sheepish smile. "Yeah sorry." He pocketed his phone and gave Tina his full attention. "What's up?"
"Oh don't stop on my account, I just needed your help finding fabric but no big deal." She teased. "I couldn't find anything good anyways so we can go to the food court now." Tina laced her fingers with Blaine's as they all made their way out of the store.
It had been a while since Blaine had gotten to spend quality time with his three friends. He felt guilty that he allowed himself to get distracted by Seb. He really missed his them and didn't want them to feel like he'd rather be somewhere else. It was just really hard to ignore Sebastian. He probably had four texts already asking what was taking him so long to reply. Sebastian Smythe was no one to be ignored.
Blaine walked slowly with Tina behind the two blondes leading the way to the food court. He squeezed her hand in his softly and said. "Sorry Tina. I didn't mean to ignore you."
Tina shook her head. "Don't be. It's kind of adorable watching you blush over his texts. What were you guys texting about anyways?" She asked swinging their linked hands between them.
"I wasn't blushing. He wants me to come over later." He replied and quickly added, "Not just for that," when he saw the meaningful smile grace her lips. "I guess he didn't feel like going to Scandals tonight and just wants someone to hang out with." Blaine shrugged and looked down, adding the next words softly. "I think he gets really lonely sometimes."
"Well guess it's a good thing he has you." Tina said nudging her hip into his.
Blaine blushed at her words. He knew he shouldn't allow himself to feel good about the idea that Seb was finally dropping some of his emotional barricades for him but it still made his stomach flip. Why and how it became important to know and understand who Sebastian Smythe really was, behind the cocky façade and the sexually charged defenses, Blaine wasn't sure he was ready to address.
Tina looked like she wanted to say something else but was interrupted when Sam slowed his and Brittany's pace so that he was beside Blaine and wrapped his arm around the shorter boy's shoulder.
"So like, you and Sebastian…"
Blaine looked up at Sam with an amused smile. "What about us?"
"Do you guys just—you know—all the time? Is it like you're playing video games and you do it and then go right back to playing video games?" Sam asked, gesturing with the arm around Blaine's shoulder. His other arm was linked with Brittany's oddly enough. Blaine must have missed out on what the situation was between the two blondes, and clearly it was something, so he made it a point to remember to ask later.
"No and yes. It's not all we ever do, but whenever we feel like it we just do I guess. We're just really attracted to each other and get carried away I guess but we're not out of control. I don't know." Blaine answered unsure of how to explain it adequately.
Sam nodded anyway. "That's pretty cool. I could tell something was up between you two. What about next week though?"
Blaine furrowed his brows and looked up at Sam. "What about next week?"
"It's Thanksgiving next week." Sam said as if that was going to explain everything.
"And…" Blaine prodded, still unsure of where Sam was going with this.
"And Kurt's coming home." Tina supplied softly.
Blaine blanched and stopped walking. "Oh.
He hadn't even thought about it. It wasn't like he and Kurt really managed to keep in touch. All the promises to remain friends and write each fell from their lips and slipped through their fingers. Eventually Blaine found that he wasn't hastily checking his emails or his Facebook to see if just maybe Kurt had managed to reply to him.
Kurt wasn't always the most thoughtful of people when it came to communication, Blaine knew that about him. He always got swept away with the new things that excited him allowing other things, namely himself, to fall to the wayside. Blaine wasn't his boyfriend anymore, he had no reason to want to run and tell Blaine about the new world that stole him away from him. It came as no surprise that they hadn't spoken about the upcoming holidays and if they would see each other during Kurt's return home, if even he was returning home.
This was the first he was hearing that chances were Kurt would return and he didn't know how he felt about it. It wasn't like it was before when it came to Kurt; the longing was dull and distant. He wasn't sure what that meant considering there was a time when Blaine was counting down the days until he'd get to see Kurt again.
Blaine remained silent the rest of the way to the food court. They agreed on ice cream and located an empty table nearest the food court entryway. Blaine sat with his legs tucked neatly under his chair and stirred his melted ice cream until it turned into a soupy mixture of the chocolate and vanilla.
"You okay man? I'm sorry I brought Kurt up." Sam asked, widening his eyes as if to say What? at the way Tina was glaring at him.
"You're allowed to talk about him Sam. It's okay." Blaine offered a warm smile but it fell short to the kind of lukewarm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Are you going to talk to him?" Brittany asked, resting her head on Sam's shoulder.
Blaine shook his head and shrugged. "We haven't talked about it since he first left, but I feel like maybe I should?" It was more question than an assertion.
"He wants to." Tina admitted.
Blaine turned to stare at her but she avoided his gaze. "Tina…"
Tina threw her hands up defensively. "I know I should have told you I talked to him. He doesn't feel like it's his place to ask you to see him during the holidays. I didn't know how to approach the subject. He doesn't know where you guys stand right now. "
Something hot curled inside him. "Might that be because he hasn't responded to my emails, or maybe that he stopped returning my calls?
"Blaine.."
"No Tina." He shook his head and dropped his spoon entirely, turning to face her completely. "How is it supposed to make me feel that he doesn't talk to me for months and decides, yeah he wants to see me but no he doesn't want to talk to me about it and just hopes that maybe you'll pass the message along? And what—am I supposed to jump at the idea and send a message back through you: Meet me at the Lima Bean, check yes, no or maybe so? Would he even respond?"
"It's not like that Blaine; he thought he was doing you a favor. Helping you move on or something, but now he just feels really bad because he misses you." Sam supplied lamely.
"So he talked to you too?" Blaine felt the sting of betrayal. It wasn't warranted—of course they still talked to Kurt and it wasn't like he didn't think his name would ever come up but it brought back the feeling of having his voice ripped away from him. Kurt was making decisions about their relationship-his and Kurt's relationship—and he had no agency of any kind in the matter… again.
He shook his head disbelievingly—crooked his jaw open and huffed with it as it all sank in. His skin crawled with the overwhelming need to not be here anymore. He didn't want to be having this conversation.
"I'm gonna go. I'll catch up with you guys later." He muttered.
The chair scraped on the wrong side of too loud as no one said another word. It didn't take much thought about where he wanted to be when he stood up and walked off with barely uttered salutations to his friends. He craved the ease and comfort of him the moment he remembered his invitation—barely had to think about how to get there once he reached his car and got on the road.
He pulled up to Seb's driveway and stared at the massive house. He really should have thought about what it meant that his immediate reaction to being unhappy was to seek out Sebastian and be with him, but he was too busy needing to be with him.
Blaine absolutely did not scream when he slid off the bed and onto the floor, taking the sheets and duvet with him. He did, however, scramble to untangle himself from the covers in hopes to jump back onto the bed and gain back the upper hand. He was too late though. By the time he unfurled himself, Seb was sliding between his legs pinning him down with the bulk of his entire naked body and mercilessly rolling his hips just like he knew Blaine liked it. Then the asshole was laughing in his ear at the way his breath hitched with every roll and Blaine, having lost himself in the pleasure a bit, was reminded of what the purpose of all this was.
"You cheated" he rasped, burying his face in the crook of Seb's neck and unsuccessfully trying to conceal a moan. When he regained his ability put words together and speak them, he continued. "You kicked me off the bed because you were losing."
Seb laughed in his ear, gripped the bedding with one hand, and held the back of his thigh with the other, pressing his hips down hard and rolling them up. Blaine's body jerked in response.
"It's not cheating when I know I'm going to win Killer. Just give in already."
Seb's voice was so deep and silky, it only served to push him closer to the edge and Blaine knew he was right. He could feel it in the way his body tensed and how he couldn't stop from tightening his hold on Seb with his legs and holding him in place. He loved the feel of Seb's body—solid and pressing into him. They'd been at this for a little over fifteen minutes and Blaine was barely keeping it together.
When he arrived at the pool house, the other boy was in the attached gym, in nothing but track pants, running on the treadmill. After very pointedly staring at his friend's body Blaine decided joining would help his mood and grabbed a spare pair of work out shorts and a tank from Seb's drawer. He ended up showing Seb a few boxing moves, which awakened the competitiveness in both boys and turned into wrestling match. It wasn't until Seb had Blaine pinned, sweaty and flushed from excursion, that he kissed him and raised the stakes.
"I bet I can make you come first." Seb challenged with lopsided smirk, offering up the sinfully delightful distraction with hot kiss.
Blaine used all the strength he could garner and caught Seb off-guard when he flipped them over so he was on top pinning Seb's hands above his head and said, "You wish." Then he got up and strutted into Seb's room.
Now he thought Seb might have been right. He was beyond reason—the way their hips moved rhythmically and the way their cocks rubbed together, caught between their sweaty bodies had him craving the release. He was losing and for a moment it didn't seem like such bad thing. Seb would never let him live it down, though, and that was enough to bring him back from the brink.
Thinking fast, he sucked two fingers into his mouth then trailed the slick fingers down Seb's back and down the crack of his ass until he reached his entrance. He squeezed Seb's ass open with his other hand and worked his slick fingers over his hole with quick undulated pressure until the other boy was thrusting erratically, gripping the duvet on either side of his head and moaning uncontrollably.
Blaine rasped out a chuckle then turned his head so his lips were pressed against the shell of Seb's ear. "You lose."
He breathed the words into Seb's skin and then bit his bottom lip before gently pushing his fingers inside past the resistance. Seb clenched around his fingers, holding them in, and pushed back against his hand as Blaine fucked his fingers in and out of Seb's opening. Seb moaned, long and thready, his body arching and toes curling in a conniption of pleasure. As he came, his dick pulsated between them, spilling come all over their chests. Finally, finally, Blaine allowed himself to let go and come, rocking against Seb's body until his muscles gave out and adding to the sticky mess.
Blaine chuckled as he wrapped his arms and legs around the taller boy's body and placed a wet kiss on his cheek. "Looks like you lost, Sebby."
Seb groaned, resting all his body weight on Blaine in hopes that he would release him. His voice was muffled as he spoke into Blaine's neck. "Don't call me that. You cheated."
"It's wasn't cheating if I knew I was going to win and please don't act like you don't love when I call you that." Blaine mocked.
"Get off me." Seb grumbled, grazing his fingers up Blaine's side and tickling him until he jolted and let go, allowing Seb to sit up fully and stretch.
"You're so competitive" Blaine teased. He was powerless to stop the cocky grin that spread across his face. Sebastian really hated losing and that made winning all the sweeter. "And you're a sore loser."
Seb rolled his eyes, but the twitch in his lip gave him away. "Whatever."
They somehow managed thread sex into their friendship so effortlessly—so naturally. It weaved nicely, equal, with everything else they did together. It never felt like sex had to happen if it they were going to hang out. He wasn't proud at how relieved he was, but he was—relieved.
Seb was genuinely interested in all of Blaine even though he would never admit it. Blaine realized quickly that having a friend had been something Seb didn't even know he really needed until after their talk in the classroom the day before and he felt giddy with delight that he was the one Seb let in.
"Are you sleeping over? My parents won't be home for a while so there are no chances of running into them. If you want to, you can stay." Seb asked smiling down at Blaine.
Blaine sat up, tucked his legs pretzel style and smirked "Uh yeah. You owe me a musical marathon, starting with Hairspray."
Seb slumped against the side of the bed and frowned. "You're just going to end up singing throughout the entirety of all the movies. Why can't you just give me a performance of all your favorite songs while I finish working out? You interrupted my routine."
Blaine rolled his eyes "As if you could actually finish now."
"Fine." Seb was quiet for a bit and when he looked up at Blaine through his eyelashes, it was all Blaine needed to know what Seb was going to bring up.
"So next week is Thanksgiving."
"So I've been told. You're still coming over to my house right?"
Seb shrugged. "I don't know."
"You can't spend Thanksgiving alone."
The boys locked eyes and held each other's gaze. Seb bit his bottom lip and released it slowly before speaking. "It's not like I haven't before."
"Yeah and I have too. Remember? It's not fun, at all."
"What about Kurt?"
Blaine's body caved as he sighed. "What about Kurt?"
The look Seb was giving him could only properly be described as: What the fuck else? "Aren't you going to be hanging out with him?"
Blaine lifted his shoulders and dropped them with weight of his exasperation. "Even if I do see him, I still want you to come over for dinner."
Seb nodded slowly and said "I'll think about it."
"Seb…"
"I said I'll think about it. I will." Seb assured him. His grin was infuriatingly charming and to top it off, he leaned in and planted the sweetest of kisses on Blaine's cheek before pulling away with a smirk. "Do you want to shower with me before you kill me slowly with your musical marathon?"
"Nope. Absolutely not."
Seb laughed, wheezed with it, as he got up from the pile of blankets on the floor. "Are you holding out on me because I won't confirm my attendance at the 'Annual Anderson Thanksgiving Extravaganza'?"
"That's precisely what I'm doing. You can think about what you've done while you bend your arms uncomfortably to scrub your back." Blaine tilted his jaw up so his nose was raised to the haughtiest degree.
Seb shook his head and then turned to walk in the direction of the bathroom. The whole way there he swayed his hips more than usual and then turned with a wink as he disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't reappear for about twenty minutes.
When Blaine went in after Seb got out, Seb slapped his ass as they passed each other and tossed him a dry towel. Blaine tried to hide the way his cheeks turned bright read at the action, tried to hide the excitement in his eyes but Seb caught it. (Of course he caught it) The look he gave him in return was so scheming Blaine knew they'd be playing with that later.
Seb gave Blaine a pair of old pajama bottoms (that were so long he had to roll the waistband and yet his legs still drowned in them) and a Killers t-shirt when he got out of the shower. He prepared popcorn and grabbed them a few sodas for their marathon and joined Blaine in the entertainment corner of his room. He set the sustenance on the table in front of them and plopped on the couch.
"Let the torture begin." He drawled scooting in closer to Blaine and dropping his feet on the surface of the counter that was clear of food.
"Whatever, you secretly love this." Blaine scoffed, grabbing the bowl of popcorn.
"That is a frighteningly inaccurate accusation." Seb immediately countered.
He totally love it. By the time they got to Mamma Mia Seb was singing along with Blaine. He wasn't as enthusiastic about it as Blaine was—jumping up on the couch and singing with abandon—but he was helpless, but to sing out a little, when he was up against Blaine's infectious fervor.
Seb spread himself out and rested his head on Blaine's lap when they'd gotten to Singin' in the Rain. They'd worn themselves out three movies in, and slumped back onto the couch. Though Blaine still sang, his voice was a quiet lull. Relaxed, Seb inevitably found that it was taking far too much effort to hold his eyes open. He took one of the pillows from beside Blaine, grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapped the blank around himself and settled his head on Blaine's legs comfortably. Blaine ran his hand through Seb's silky, thick, brown locks and watched quietly as his blinks slowed and he gradually dozed off.
Seb look so peaceful like this; All of his carefully constructed masks stripped away—completely vulnerable and so beautiful. He could watch him sleep all night, he thought.
As soon as the words appeared in his mind floating around and knocking him off his axis, Blaine quickly heaved them to the back of his mind. Those kinds of thoughts complicated things. They were the kind of thoughts that could fuck things up.
They were the kind of thoughts—the kind of feelings—that weren't allowed.
tbc
End A/N: So I'm hoping you guys are getting that these boys are starting to get way in over their heads.