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sxbastiansmythe :
Sebastian watched Blaine’s face, the journey of his gaze traversing from Blaine’s hairline to his chin, darting to his cheeks and nose between. He shook his head. “You weren’t wrong,” Sebastian assured. He didn’t want any self allowed lies to be between them, not know and not about this. The ugly truth should be thrust out into the open just as easily as Mike Chang’s name. Again Sebastian couldn’t escape the feeling of that need just as urgently as before. He wanted Blaine to know who he was really dealing with. “I wanted to fuck you, Blaine,” said Sebastian bluntly. “And that’s it. I was playing a game when I first invited you to coffee. You were so trusting. Like a little lamb. Honestly it was adorable. I thought it was going to be so easy, too. Playing the part of the good guy.” His words died in his throat and his throat dried out a little.
“You know. The thing about all that is, they say the most convincing lies have a little truth in them. I had to get you hooked, so.” Sebastian shrugged. So that’s why he’d revealed little bits of himself to Blaine that he never had with anyone else before. That, surmised Sebastian, had been the beginning of the end of everything. That’s what had led to this. How different his life would’ve been if he hadn’t gone after Blaine. If neither boy were exactly who they were. And wasn’t that the lesson in all of this? That being themselves instead of who other people thought they were or wanted them to be was what actually led them to fall for each other. What a novel idea.
He didn’t give Blaine a real chance to process what he’d said. Instead he moved forward and sat in Blaine’s lap, thighs brushing the outer muscle of the shorter Warbler’s thighs. He used the pad of his finger to gently tilt Blaine’s head back and their lips were so dangerously close that he could steal a kiss. He gave a wolfish grin, and then said in a soft voice, “Your mistake.”
The bottle’s lip was put against Blaine’s and then Sebastian tilted it so that the golden liquid inside slid forward, drifting in a steady flow down Blaine’s throat, like a stream moving onward in it’s rightful bed. He pulled back when the bottle was empty, and wiped Blaine’s bottom lip with his thumb, keeping his palm cupping Blaine’s cheek for just a minute. “Good job, Killer.”
The warmth of the water in the tub, and the alcohol in the champagne flushed Blaine’s cheeks and made his head begin to get a little fuzzy. He closed his eyes, biting down on his lip to keep a moan from tearing from his throat at Sebastian’s cavalier admission. Those words echoed through his head, hushed, and urgent; ‘I wanted to fuck you, Blaine’. Blaine barely seemed to register what Sebastian was saying and his eyes didn’t open again until Sebastian’s thighs brushed against his and sat in his lap. There was only a breath, a whisper of a breath between them, as he looked up into Sebastian’s bright, almost glowing, green eyes.
Blaine drank down the golden, bubbly, fluid greedily. Sebastian did a good job of pouring steadily, not too much, and it made Blaine wonder how often Sebastian did something like this. He lightly pressed his lips together in a kiss against the tallers’ thumb as he wiped at the little bit of excess champagne that had escaped. Blaine reached up, his hand covering Sebastian’s where it cupped his cheek, holding it it place. His eyes stared up into Sebastian’s; “I don’t think it’s a mistake to trust you. I think it means a lot to you that I trust you; not just that someone trusts you, but because you know what it means to me to trust someone,” he said softly.
Blaine’s other hand went to Sebastian’s thigh, fingers splayed towards the outside of his thigh, and thumb brushing along the fabric on the inside. “I was wrong to judge you before getting to know you,” he said, “even if...that’s...all you wanted. You’re right though, there is a little truth in the lies, because you really are a good guy.” Licking over his lips, Blaine moved his hand a little further up Sebastian’s thigh. “And now Sebastian? What do you want from me now? Is this all still a game, where getting me into bed is the prize? I think despite inviting me in here, and having me exactly where you’ve always wanted me, I think you want something different now; something more.”
Blaine tipped his head forward, pressing against Sebastian’s chest. “The irony now is that after all this time, maybe what you wanted is what I want now. I can’t help think about it. In fact I’ve probably thought about it every day that we’ve been here in New York.” He let go of Sebastian’s hand on his cheek and put it against his chest, fingers drawing random patterns over the bare skin. “I just want to keep touching you, even though I know I shouldn’t because it’s not our time. Do you think we missed it? That you only get one chance with someone and I squandered it out of fear?”















