Today I feel like running naked through your street

Samuel Evans here - or, well, Sam. and I guess you could call me Sammy if you really wanted. I recently graduated from Northwestern State College with a degree in Graphic Design and I lived in The Big Apple for a couple of months but it just wasn't really my scene. So here I am, living back in good old Lima, Ohio. What can I say, I missed you guys. ~1x1 Sam Evans/Sebastian Smythe blog~ ~Triggers include: Self harm, body dysmorphia, eating disorders, drugs~

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: ...Blood? What the hell happened? And don't say it's nothing. Not anymore. Especially if you had to /mop/ it up.

SEBASTIAN: Do I need to come over?

SAM: Why do you care?

SAM: /mop/ it up was a saying.

SAM: I was chopping stuff and I slipped with the knife, that's all. I'm fine. It's NOTHING.

SAM: No! No! Don't. Please.

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: What was the problem and how did you sort it, exactly? I think I have a right to know after your "911" text, don't you?

SEBASTIAN: Just...don't do it again, alright? The whole freaking out, texting me, and then proceeding to act as if nothing happened, without even filling me in on the details as to what prompted the text in the first place. It's very... unsettling.

SEBASTIAN: You know why. Perhaps if I keep bringing it up, you'll realize what it is you're truly doing. -- I'm aware. Admittedly, I was being a jerk. I'm glad that my money was well spent. How about the groceries? Doing what they're intended for, I hope.

SAM: There was just a bit of blood, it's nothing. I fixed it by mopping it up.

SAM: No texting Sebastian, got it. Sorry, but you hadn't been replying to me all day so how was I to know you'd even answer that one?

SAM: I know what I'm doing. I'm earning money by using what I've got. You said yourself that I'm not the brightest crayon in the box, so there's not a whole lot else I can do. I put them away... but I wasn't really hungry so they're untouched just yet.

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: I would be upset, certainly. So, are you sure that you did that?

SEBASTIAN: Come again? I don't speak nerd. I spent my teenage years doing what normal teenagers do -- avoiding things like that and getting laid. Don't you remember? I was quite popular.

SEBASTIAN: I was under the impression that you've been doing things without a shirt for quite some time now. Or were my eyes deceiving me the other night at the club and you weren't half naked? I know that you're a desirable man, but I don't think you being desirable would make me hallucinate that.

SAM: I didn't. There was a problem but it's fine now. I sorted it.

SAM: ... Right. Sorry. Uh... Yeah, of course I remember.

SAM: Do you have to keep bringing that up? Yes, I work at a strip club. Yes, that includes taking my clothes off, but I was talking about in my apartment. Where there is now heating. So I don't freeze to death when I don't have a shirt on.

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: Are you telling me you had the audacity to pretend as if something was wrong in order to render a reply from me?

SEBASTIAN: I really, really hope that wasn't the case.

SEBASTIAN: I'm great, as per usual. Your turn.

SAM: Uh... And what if I did? Would you be mad?

SAM: And if that answers yes, like... how mad? On a scale of Captain America to The Hulk?

SAM: I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Able to walk around without a shirt for a change so life's... pretty grand.

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: What's wrong, Sam?

SEBASTIAN: Are you okay?

SEBASTIAN: What's going on?

SAM: Oh so NOW you reply.

SAM: I'm fine.

SAM: It was nothing. Are you okay?

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SAM:[16:34] I think we need to talk.

SAM:[16:45] Or not, that's cool too, but I do want to see you.

SAM:[16:56] Either you're busy or you're ignoring me.

SAM:[17:23] Okay, so you're probably ignoring me.

SAM:[17:49] It's okay, you know that right?

SAM:[17:51] Even if it was a mistake, its okay. I'll understand.

SAM:[17:54] Just please answer me.

SAM:[19:21] Sebastian...

SAM:[19:26] The builder people finished. Or, well, they finished for the day. They need to come back for something.

SAM:[19:38] I keep smiling whenever I think about that kiss...

SAM:[22:02] Help. Help me, please.

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

More Than a Feeling → Sambastian.

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

Sebastian hadn’t expected that; for Sam to take his hand, turn him around, and wrap his arms around him in a tight embrace, one most sincere, especially when a heartfelt thank you fell from lips there after. This was the closest Sebastian had ever been to Sam and, fuck, he was enjoying it. Not the whole heroic thing, because that’s the last thing that he should have ever been labeled, being an undercover drug dealer and all, but he enjoyed the affection, the warmth of Sam’s body pressed up against him. It was a whole new world that Sebastian had always refused to experience unless he was getting an orgasm out of the deal. But here he was, with Sam, asking for nothing in return. Without realizing it, Sebastian had wrapped his arms tightly around Sam, his face resting in the crook of his neck momentarily as he basked in his scent, which he found musky, and soothing. The longer he held on to Sam, the more he wanted, no, needed to kiss him. Inhaling a deep breath, Sebastian pulled back slightly, only to put two fingers under Sam’s chin, gently making him gaze up and into his eyes, pools of blue on blue meeting. Sebastian hesitated again, this time as his gaze trailed down to Sam’s perfect lips, and before he could stop himself, he’d kissed Sam, gently, once, twice, to test the waters, before kissing him a final time, this time much more passionately than before.

Never in his life had his heart raced like this in the presence of another man or woman, never had he felt desire beyond sex. And here he was, letting it flood him, engulf him– no! Abruptly, he’d pulled himself back, trying to hide his panic. He was grateful, though, that in that moment, the workers had decided to come in, and notify him they were ready to do repairs on Sam’s flat, “Great,” he said breathlessly, reaching into his pocket for a wad of cash, something he definitely shouldn’t have done, especially in front of Sam, as it was a tell tale sign of someone who had dirty money. Quickly, he thrust it in the direction of the guy in the lead of the operation, and he graciously accepted, “This is so you’ll get it done as soon as possible so he has his things up and running,” he concluded. As much as he wanted to look at Sam, take him out as he had planned, he couldn’t now. Not when he was this confused; this scared. Without even looking back, he escaped through the door to Sam’s flat, got into his car, and sped away.

What the hell was he feeling? Sam was meant to be a conquest. Someone hot to bed and avoid. Now – now things were getting difficult. He wanted more than sex. He wanted to help Sam and care for him. What the fuck had Sam Evans done to him?

[sammyeevans]

It all happened so fast. That’s all Sam could think as he was left standing there in the room, men milling about and starting to work. It had happened so freaking fast. One minute Sam was basking in the glow of being hugged back, his heart racing away at the fact that Sebastian of all people was hugging him back, and had done all of this for him. The next, he’d thought the hug had finished and there were suddenly lips on his. Not even chaste ones, not in the end. That last kiss... he’s wanted it to last forever. But as he stood there, feeling colder than ever, the only proof that there had even been a kiss was a small tingle in his bottom lip.

His fingers drifted up slowly, resting there as he heard a car start and drive off... Sebastian. He should’ve run after him... should’ve stopped him from leaving, agreed to lunch. He should stop questioning things! But he didn’t know what else to do. As he fell back into his seat, the laptop still there with the job app on screen, he couldn’t help but ask questions. What was that kiss? Was it a spur of the moment thing? Why had Sebastian done all of this? He didn’t actually care about Sam... right? Not like Sam cared about him... Was he supposed to be quitting his job? Was that a thing despite Sebastian speeding off like that? He’d still paid the guy... How did he have that much money just in cash? Sam was pretty sure h’d never had that much money in his life...  At least, not that didn’t go straight onto bills and rent or new shoes or his brother and sister.

He took a deep breath after that, running a hand through his hair. They were questions for another day. At least the ones about his life now. The one about the kiss, about Sebastian? Those were questions that would never leave his head, not if he begged them to. So with the fleeting memory of the kiss in his mind, he moved to pack the groceries into cupboards and the fridge. After all, he couldn’t very well confront Sebastian about it all when he hadn’t even worked it out himself. All he knew was that with the men in his house, he couldn’t have the breakdown that was building up. And so he’d bide his time... He packed his things away, grabbed his bag and tucked his laptop and phone into it, before he headed out himself, bypassing his petrol-less truck that he needed to get refilled, and just walked. He walked and walked, and only then did he finally let himself properly cry.

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

More Than a Feeling → Sambastian.

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

Sebastian hadn’t realized this hadn’t been the best approach until he could see the panic in Sam’s eyes. Repressing a sigh, Sebastian quickly scooped the bag of groceries out of the blonde’s hands when he sat himself down, guiding them toward a kitchen counter and setting them down. The explanation for those could wait. Everything else with the way Sam was reacting? Not so much, “It’s not to get into your pants,” Sebastian began as he started sauntering back toward Sam, eying him before eying the laptop curiously, “Not that I’d be opposed if you did want to reward your knight in shining armor for all of these gifts I’m offering…” he concluded with another smirk and playful wink, hoping that Sam would respond to his crude humor. Because he had no idea what to say or do to cheer Sam up otherwise. He’d never been the type to do that for somebody else. Hell, he’d never really cared to. Until now. And he was clueless as to how to do it.

It was like a bird leaving the nest at this point. Sebastian simply had to do it, hope he wouldn’t fall, and instead take flight. Crouching down in front of where Sam sat, Sebastian hesitated before he placed a comforting hand on the other male’s arm, gently stroking it with his thumb, “Look. I’m only asking you for one thing. And it’s not sex, before you jump to conclusions, but again, I wouldn’t be opposed…” he joked a final time before his face hardened, “I don’t want you going back…there. To work. To do anything like that. Seeing you like that, for that, I –” Change subject, Sebastian. “I see that you were job searching,” Sebastian gestured to the laptop that Sam had already gestured to, and he trusted he had been looking, but he was obviously desperate as this point, afraid to look and see what it is Sam was willing to resort to, “You’re better than that, Samuel. And I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did hen I saw you. But, uh, un the mean time, I have the funds to set you up. I mean, come on, your apartment is freezing, and you look like you could use a hot shower. Just…”

That’s when Sebastian realized he’d gone on a tangent, practically telling Sam he cared about him too, without saying the words. Quickly, he rose back to his feet, turning his back to Sam as tears threatened to glaze his crystalline orbs, “Let me help you,” he finally concluded, grateful that those who were going to work on the apartment would be coming at any moment. Because this was not the time. Hell, this wasn’t him. What was whatever it was he was feeling towards Sam Evans doing to him?

[sammyeevans]

Sam felt like he was living in some kind of movie. Not one of the action movies with super heroes and explosions that he liked best, but... what were they called? RomComs? Where the average girl fell for the hot guy who never seemed interested. But then one day he just comes in, sweeps her off her feet and they live happily ever after. In this situation, though, Sam was the average girl and Sebastian was the hot guy and Sam still had his doubts that there’d be any sweeping off feet going on. But even with Sam’s pride taking a hit by knowing he had to do so, the blonde really did have to accept what Sebastian was offering. What else could he do? He couldn’t afford to fix things himself and his fridge was pretty much bare. Not that he’d been eating a lot anyway. He had a figure to keep up, after all. Strippers weren’t fat... 

As offputting as the jokes about sex were, Sam was actually glad for them. It put some normality into how Sebastian was acting. It was how Sebastian usually was. Not this... caring guy who’d opted for touching his arm rather than Sam’s thigh, or who was willing to pay out what Sam assumed was hundreds of dollars just to fix up Sam’s flat. Sam’s. Not Sebastian’s. Sam’s. That thought alone brought the stinging that signaled tears were coming back to his eyes. Then came Sebastian’s plea for Sam to quit and everything after that. Every word that, had Sam believed it was actually a possibility, told him that Sebastian cared. But Sam couldn’t believe it. Sebastian Smythe was not the type to care about someone like Sam. So why was he doing this?

When Sebastian pulled back and turned away, that’s when Sam’s tears really started. They spilled over and down his cheeks, eyes reddening as he sniffled a little, hand covering his eyes for a moment. He had no idea what to say. He’d been silent this entire time because he had no idea what to say. But he had to say something. Thank you, Of course I’ll accept it, I’ll pay you back... all viable options, but in the end that wasn’t what happened. Instead, Sam stood straight up, took hold of Sebastian’s hand and turned him around, before practically throwing hi arms around him in a tight hug. Only then did he finally whisper a small but entirely sincere “Thank you”

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

More Than a Feeling → Sambastian.

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

The way Sam froze upon the moment he saw him – fuck – it had Sebastian resisting the urge to cringe, the familiar feeling of guilt weighing down on his chest as it had the night he’d seen him there, half naked, taking money for dances, and treating the blonde like a piece of meat rather than a human being. A human being who’d make it clear he had feelings for him. How deep those feelings were, Smythe had no clue. But he was curious what it is that Evans saw it in him, “May I come in?” Sebastian asked, but as polite as it sounded, it was more of a way of inviting himself in, brushing past Sam and gazing around his apartment with crystalline hues, “It’s freezing in here, Sammy,” Sebastian added before turning toward him with a grin, extending the bag of groceries in his grasp to the other male, “No worries, though. I have a group of guys ready to fix every little thing that you’ve got going on in your place. All on me, of course,” he finally concluded, before taking another glance around before making his way toward the door in which he came.

Sticking his head out, Sebastian cued the work group with a whistle, and in no time, he could hear them coming together, gathering the things they’d need from their trucks before turning his attention back to Sam, “I remember you mentioning you needed a new broiler, a new shower, among other things. Now, I ask, politely if you’d like to go to lunch with me after you unpack your groceries so we can talk and let me team of Bob the builder and friends get to work. What do you say, Evans? I don’t bite,” Sebastian smirked, devious as ever, “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

[sammyeevans]

What the hell was going on?! Sam had yet to catch up, his mind racing as Sebastian let himself in and continued on his little tirade about everything. Sam’s eyes dropped to the groceries being held out towards him that his hand naturally went to take almost as a natural reaction and his lips stayed parted in shock as he watched the other call out to the builders too. Though slow, Sam wasn’t stupid. He could see perfectly clearly what was going on, but the real question was why.

“I... I do, but...” He started, glancing to where his laptop sat, “I was... I was looking for another job. For during the day. To pay for it, this... this is crazy, Seb...” Sam rushed out, moving his free hand to card his fingers through his own hair. His chest felt tight and his eyes stung - telltale signs that he was about to freaking cry. He sat himself down, taking a deep breath and pressing his fingers to his eyes for a moment. “I... why are you... Why are you doing all this?” He asked hesitantly.

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

More Than a Feeling → Sambastian.

After the way Sebastian treated Sam the moment he found out he’d been stripping at a gay bar on the outskirts of town to make ends meet made him feel…bad, actually. Not only had he teased him, he’d threaten to have him fired if he didn’t do exactly what his job entailed him to do; what Sebastian was more than willing to pay for. But Sam, sweet, innocent Sam who had a puppy love crush on him since highs chool was vulnerable, and clearly, in trouble. And as much as he wanted to drop his guard, tell Sam to get out of there, to let him take him away, and take care of him until he found a better means of paying the bills, he couldn’t. At least, not in front of his friends. Instead of taking the dance like he should have, he excused himself from Sam, then his friends, and fled home for the evening. Something inside of him was changing. Something for Sam. And he sure as hell didn’t know what it is and was terrified to find out.

He’d surprised himself when he showed up on the doorstep to Sam’s not-too-shabby apartment, a bag of groceries in hand, and a band of guys outside, prepared to fix any heating or water issues Sam had, free of charge.  Well, for Sam at least. Sebastian would be paying the hefty bill. But Sam needed suitable living conditions if he was going to find a better job. And he certainly needed food in his fridge that was healthy and easy to make. Taking a deep breath, Sebastian used his free hand to check his appearance, to make sure his hair and his wardrobe looked presentable before he knocked on the door. Once, twice, three times. He could only assume Sam was home, if he was working nights at a gay strip club. Patiently, he waited, hoping that the blonde was here, because they had a lot of talking to do.

[sammyeevans]

Ever since Sebastian had turned up at the strip club, Sam had been mortified. The incident itself had left him shaky and off all night. He’d gone about the rest of his shift but the moment he’d gotten home the tears had started. His stupid, freezing cold, dingy apartment that got him down every time he came home to it. As much as he loved having a place of his own, this was... well, pushing it. Then came the drinking and the drunk texts. He’d woken up the next morning sticky, feeling ill, and with that stupid picture on his screen. Had he seriously jerked off to that?! Everything about this entire situation was driving him mad, but he couldn’t let on. Not even for a second. Not with Sebastian so close.

He’d been searching every deep dark corner of the internet for jobs and work when there was a knock. He’d had an ad for ‘escorts’ up on screen and he was seriously considering it for a moment. At his age and his physique, he’d get about $70 a fuck... that wasn’t too bad, and he’d get regular sex... He could pay for a new boiler within a few weeks, a new shower in a few months... Sighing to himself when he had to get up, he left his laptop there figuring it was probably just the mailman or something, and headed to answer the door. When he saw who it was, he froze for a moment, eyes flickering around what he could see before him. “Uh, hey...” He started, “Can I uh... help.. you?” 

[smoothcriminalsebsmythe-blog]

MMS ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

Contact: Samuel Evans.

Message: A free sample of – well – this is what I was implying, actually.

Attachment: ↴

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[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: That's what I thought, Sammy Boy. You swing both ways /and/ that crush you have /is/ on me. Not that I can blame you.

SEBASTIAN: Out of curiosity. Top? Bottom? Versatile?

SAM: nope nope nopey nope.

SAM: goodnight seb

SAM: not gay.

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SAM: fuck

SAM: can i have you?

SAM: IGNORE THAT

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: So you are, indeed, admitting I am better than Blaine Anderson any day? Am /I/ your crush?

SEBASTIAN: That's because you haven't tried it. I'm willing to give you a free sample. If you're willing to man up, that is.

SEBASTIAN: ...Right. Back to me giving you that free sample in the previous message...

SAM: well duhhhh, blaine's cool but hes jsut my freind.

SAM: Man up?! i dont have to man up! im totaly a man alredy.

SAM: ... kay, what free sample? Of like, cheese or somthin?

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: No, I am not Blaine. I am /much/ more attractive and /much/ more talented, by a long shot.

SEBASTIAN: He? I figured as much.

SEBASTIAN: Is Blaine the McKinley alumni you've been admiring from afar since we returned to this piss poor town, Sam?

SEBASTIAN: I often did find you two a little too...close.

SAM: long long long shot

SAM: no! not blaine. or a he. definitely not. not gay.

SAM: what? We wernt close!

[sammyeevans]

TEXT  ✉ SAMBASTIAN.

SEBASTIAN: Tell me about your crush, goldilocks. Is she (or he, you know my standpoint on this and that I don't judge) doing all the right things to get you all hot and bothered?

SAM: Wha... Youre not Bliane.

SAM: Nooo! he dosn't know.

SAM: SHE! she doesnt know.

[sammyeevans]

Text | Sebastian

Sam: [WRONG NUMBER] So i saw my mom erlier and she said i wsa being really ovbius about teh crush. S'not THAT bad si it?