Author's note:
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise
Warning: Rated M
Monday's Warblers practice was the last period of the day.
Ryan walked into the back of the room, looking for Nate. He gave a squeal as he was suddenly grabbed from behind and dragged onto a lap on one of the couches. A very handsy lap, for that matter. He giggled as he turned and planted a kiss on his boyfriend's lips, pulling back just in time to see the trademark eyebrow wiggle.
Nate chuckled. "Hey babe, are you a sight for sore eyes! How about we blow off this practice and head back to mine to blow each other instead?"
Ryan couldn't help the blush which went to the tips of his ears, but he couldn't help picturing that.
Nate smirked as Ryan shifted in his lap, rather obviously readjusting himself. "Nate! It's too close to our next competition to risk angering Wes by not turning up."
Nate leaned very close to his ear, whispering, "But you want to, don't you, babe?" He smirked.
Ryan whimpered, biting his lip and nodding. "But we can't! It's only an hour any way."
Nate smiled. "Okay. My room. One hour. And stop shuffling or I'll pop a boner and won't be able to dance."
Ryan smacked him lightly on the shoulder to keep him quiet as the other Warblers arrived.
Kurt came in next, hand in hand with Blaine. He looked round the room, scanning Warbler's faces before a puzzled look crossed his face. "Wait, where is Jeff? We came out of our room together, he should be here already."
Blaine looked round the room, nodding. "Yeah, same goes for Nick. Wait, do you think...?" He gestured for Kurt to follow him, finger against his lips as the two boys approached a broom cupboard a short way down the corridor. Blaine knew of it's existence from some wilder Warbler party dares.
He grasped the handle and quickly turned and opened it.
"What the hell?" "Wha...?" Came the combined shriek from an almost shirtless Jeff who had his hands down Nick's pants. Both of them were struggling to get used to the bright light shining on them after the darkness of the cupboard.
Blaine and Kurt burst into laughter as Jeff hurriedly removed his hand, to Nick's extreme disappointment, and started doing his shirt back up as Nick fixed his pants and tried to hide his rather impressive hard on.
Blaine managed to talk through his laughter. "Classy, guys, real classy. If you're that desperate we should just agree to swap rooms to spend time with our boyfriends, maybe every other day or something? Lord knows I wouldn't mind either. Oww!"
Kurt elbowed him hard at this admission, but at the pointed look from Blaine, he conceded. "Sorry, yes, that's a good idea. Now come on guys or Wes will throw a hissy fit and I'll have to shove that gavel where the sun don't shine!" Kurt sassed, setting off back to Warbler practice.
Blaine smirked once more at the slightly less disheveled pair in front of him before following Kurt.
After almost an hour of practise, Sebastian was fed up, snarky and horny. And in pain.
He was fed up because of all the coupley pairs ogling each other during practice, horny because he had had zero action in days and snarky because it was his own stupid fault.
Seb rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself. He winced and hissed at the pain that shot across his face from that movement.
It hadn't helped his mood that just before practice he had bumped into Toby, a former fuck buddy he went to to let off steam, so to speak, outside Warbler hall. Toby had been pissed at him because he refused his hookup offer.
He had tried to explain about dating Dave, but Toby had provoked him, laughing at him for going soft (while looking pointedly at Seb's crotch and smirking). When Seb bit back saying only Toby made him soft he had punched him. His right eye was going to be a real shiner tomorrow. It wasn't that noticeable at the start of practice but it was hurting like a bitch now.
He jumped out of his thoughts as someone touched his arm. He was surprised to see Kurt looking at him sympathetically.
Kurt pulled him away from the earshot of others, asking, "So, who did that and are you okay?" He fished in his pocket before offering Sebastian some painkillers.
At Seb's puzzled look, he explained. "Old habits die hard. When you collect as many bruises per day as I used to at McKinley, they come in handy."
Seb nodded and swallowed two of the offered pills. "Thanks. An old, uh, friend, shall we say, was less than impressed at my attempt at being monogamous with Dave."
Kurt gave a tiny smile to show he understood. "Well, good for you. How's it going, any way?"
Seb exhaled loudly. "Well, but I'm not used to keeping my urges in check like this. I'm not sure I'm good for Dave." He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.
Kurt looked him square in the eye. "Yes you are, he's seemed really happy recently. As for keeping things in check, just be yourself or he'll think you're hiding things from him. After all the bullying I went through, I still wanted a normal relationship just like anyone else."
Seb thought for a minute, before nodding. "Yeah. You might be right. Thanks Kurt!" He looked at his watch. "If I leave now I should just make the end of his football practice. I think I should talk to him about it."
Kurt nodded as Seb quickly left, heading for his car.
Sebastian hung around until the football coach had finished talking at length to David after practice. Once he saw him head into the locker room to change, he quickly ran down the bleachers and into the room after him. He was relieved to see that David was the only player still there.
As Seb entered, David was just taking off his shirt and then all the pads, leaving his sweaty naked torso on full display. Seb licked his lips and tried to keep his eyes up, but gave in and allowed himself to fully check him out as he spoke.
"Hey, Dave. Sorry for barging in on your practice, I didn't mean to be a creep."
David spun around with a surprised smile. "Hey, Seb! It's good to see you!"
He went straight to hug Seb tight. Sebastian breathed in deeply, letting his hands rest on David's bare back, relishing the feel of his warm, soft skin beneath his palms and fingertips. All the blood in his body started rushing south.
Pulling back, David kissed him shyly on the mouth before moving back, suddenly realising his state of undress.
"Er, sorry, I'm a bit gross! I need a shower. Have you got time for coffee or dinner after maybe? Dad's out until late tonight, I was just going to order in pizza if you want to join me?"
He blushed as he noticed Seb's roaming eyes. He stood up a little straighter, puffing out his chest and making sure to flex his muscles as he rearranged his pads a few more times than strictly necessary. He was enjoying this.
Seb swallowed loudly. His darkened eyes went back up to meet Dave's. Seb was practised at reading body language and was picking up on all the signals Dave was displaying. "Uh, yeah, sure. That sounds good. I should go, let you finish up. I don't want you to get caught in here with me."
Dave didn't want Seb to leave. Maybe it was just the post exercise endorphins but he felt good, particularly with Seb clearly ogling him. "All the guys have gone already. I won't be long, I just need a shower. You can wait here if you want?"
Seb nodded mutely, more than happy to watch David change, and sat on the bench next to the open locker. His eyes were glued to Dave's backside as he quickly removed his pants, wrapping a towel around him before he took off his boxer briefs. Seb crossed his legs and bit back a moan. He wasn't used to keeping his urges in check.
Just before he headed for the shower, Dave noticed Seb's eye. "Hey, what happened to your face? I thought Dalton was a violence-free zone?"
Seb snorted. "Uh, yeah, I'll explain properly later. Let's just say an old acquaintance of mine isn't too happy about...us."
Dave's eyes widened at this, but he let it go for the moment since Seb obviously wanted to explain it somewhere other than his school's locker room.
While Dave was in the shower, Seb was unable to do anything other than imagine Dave lathering his body and rinsing the bubbles away. He was already half hard by the time Dave came back to his locker, glistening wet with droplets of water, a towel tight around his waist.
He came near Seb to reach for his locker door, when Seb put his arm in the way of it, standing up so he was face to face with Dave. And very close. He watched David gulp nervously, but stand his ground.
Dave's eyes flickered down to Sebastian's lips and he closed his eyes as Seb leant in slowly to kiss him. The kiss started off chaste but firm, then Seb parted his lips and delved his tongue into Dave's mouth, exhaling loudly as the other boy grabbed onto his blazer.
They kissed and kissed, hands roaming, pulses racing, sighs and moans echoing around the empty locker room.
Seb's hands stroked down Dave's back, smoothing over the fluffy white material covering his backside, then round to the increasing bulge at the front. He hooked his hand under the towel in one quick move and wrapped his fingers around Dave's length.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, yeess!" David moaned into Seb's mouth, his knees starting to turn to jelly. Seb correctly guessed that this was the first time Dave had been touched so intimately.
He continued to dominate the kiss as he began to stroke David's thick, hard, cock. He clutched at the football player's backside with his free hand, keeping David close.
David kissed back with all that he was feeling, which in that moment was a lot. He fisted at Seb's blazer with one hand and ran his hands through Seb's fine brunet hair with the other, resting it on the back of his neck, clinging on.
Seb built up the pace until he was fisting him fast and Dave could hold on no longer. He came in great spurts over Seb's hand, hitting the towel and sliding down his thigh.
Just as the boys broke the kiss to look at each other, a noise in the hallway startled them. They sprang apart and Seb sat down, crossing his legs to hide his arousal. The locker room door opened and David did his best to act normally, facing his locker as the coach came in to say he was locking up soon.
He nodded to Sebastian when Dave mumbled a quick introduction, the older man seemingly completely oblivious to what they had just done.
After promising him that they would be no longer than five minutes more, the coach left. As soon as the heavy door clicked shut, both boys locked eyes before bursting into laughter.
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