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sebastian gilson - 28 - physician "We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day."

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[chriswoofs]

[sebgilson]

smith-stevens:

“I couldn’t imagine owning my own pizza place, but I know it would be the coolest, chillest pizza place in town,” he said, laughing then and giving him a small, playful smack to his shoulder. “I have no plans of trying to do anything, too, too funny,” he teased, and turned to look at Sebastian, hand extending, “I’m Smith, by the way, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’d be your best local patron. You better tell me if you choose to go down the local business owner career path.” he tapped his chin a few times while in thought. “And I want 5% of everything you make since I gave you the idea.” he shook his head, obviously joking as he reached out to shake the hand presented to him. “The name’s Sebastian. Most call me Seb. My mom still calls me Bastian. I’ll let you choose which sounds best. Nice to meet you Smith.”

[sebgilson]

mcttmurph:

Matt smirked, chuckling a bit before taking the other’s dick into his lips. He starts to suck, his tongue working its magic as he moans into it. Then he goes deeper and gags at the man’s thick length then bobs his head as he continues to blow him. Matt pulls away, noticing the thin line connecting his lips and Sebastian’s tip before he licks his lips, smirking. He starts stroking Seb’s cock, “You having fun over there?” he chuckles.

Sebastian wasn’t extraordinarily sensitive, in fact, usually it took a bit of work to get him completely riled up, but the warm feeling of the man’s mouth got him to let out a silent moan, followed by a sigh as he pulled away. “Oh come on, don’t tease me like that.” he threw his head back onto the couch behind him, his breath only continuing to grow faster. “I know you want this, let me give it to you.”

[sebgilson]

lccksharp:

‘'Twenty?’‘ He let go of an audible gasp, a hand moving over his heart before he smiled at him. ‘‘I’ll have you know that I created myself a Grindr date and my pictures gets me the right amount of ass I need to stay healthy and in good shape,’‘ he hit his abs with the back of his hand before giggling. ‘‘Look at that – No nudes, all very respectable, grown up, handsome pictures of me. Do you think I’m showing too much skin? The fellas didn’t complain so far,’‘ he used his free hand to grab his phone, scrolling down his profile pics to show Sebastian. 

“Mhm.. sure.” Sebastian acted completely unimpressed, obviously as a move to tease his friend, offering a few playful nods while sipping on the glass of wine like it was tea. “When it comes to you, O, I’m pretty sure there’s no such thing as ‘showing too much skin’. I’m pretty sure the reason you got all your tattoos was so that people would ask about them and you’d have an excuse to take your clothes off.” he reached over to put a hand on Othello’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “But don’t worry. I’m not judging. I’d do the same if my body was as tight as yours.”

[sebgilson]

cerrato-ada:

“It’s easy. Just say no.” He replied in a sarcastic manner. “Of course, I’m more than thrilled to know that your answer is yes. Too late to change it now. No take backs.” He pointed to the other man. It was odd. Years ago, greeting Sebastian was simple. It was a hug, some stupid handshake they’d made up for that week and in the advancement of their relationship, just a kiss. Granted it was frustrating to have tasted those lips and not have access to them again and a hug seemed…possibly alright but Shiloh opted only to extend his hand to shake. As if he was just some stranger….this was awkward. He could grill criminals in the court room all day but he was having an eternal struggle trying to figure out the proper way to greet his former love.

“I just heard you were hear now. Figured I’d visit. I–” Missed you. Those were the words lingering on his lips. Was he even allowed to say that? Gah, He took a mental pause and resumed attempting to remain casual. “I was hungry and I didn’t feel like eating alone. Figured we could take a walk down memory lane and head over to Junior’s? My treat.”

They hadn’t seen each other in a long time, but he already had the urge to just fall into the same old pattern of being completely infatuated with anything the other guy did. If Shiloh was anything like the guy he once knew, the struggle of finding out which approach was the best for their greeting was as awkward for him as it was for Sebastian. He grabbed the hand in front of him and pulled the man closer, patting his back a few times before pulling away again, hoping it’d at least broken some of the ice that was apparent between them. It was only natural after the amount of time they’d spent apart.

“I’m glad you stopped by.” he assured, walking past his former lover towards the exit, having grabbed his jacket on his way there. “Junior’s huh? I can’t promise I won’t start blabbering about the good old times, but yeah, that sounds good. I’ve been meaning to reach out for a while, but something always came up. You know how it is.” he reached out to hold the door open. “It’s uh.. It’s good to see you. A pleasant surprise.”

[sebgilson]

lccksharp:

Othello decided not to bother him too much about his high school buddy, but he raised his hands up in a surrender fashion as he flashed his friend a bright smile. ‘’You know growing a beard won’t make you respectable, right? You just look older,’’ he added, the tongue between his teeth as he smiled at Sebastian. ‘’Me? Huh. Nothing much,’’ Othello sat back and took a gulp of wine, sky blue eyes trying to find something to catch his attention into the living room, before looking at his friend from the corner of the eye. ‘’I jerked off in front of my neighbor and gave him something to look forward to during long nights,’’ he tried his best to keep a poker face as he said that. ‘’Nothing much,’’ he cleared his throat.

Sebastian reached out and gave the Italian a gentle shove on his shoulder from his teasing comment without seeming too violent of course. “I doubt I could be more respectable even if I tried.” he shook his head, feigning offense, but obviously didn’t do a very good job at it. He kept his face neutral for most of Othello’s sentence, only offering a quick nod as if what he’d just heard seemed like the most ordinary thing in the world. “Oh right, of course. Just the ordinary then. How many people have you jerked off in front of now? Like twenty this year or what? When are you gonna get some actual ass?” 

[sebgilson]

mcttmurph:

Matt moaned into the kiss after the other took off his shirt and his free hand started roaming the other’s chest. He felt the other getting harder under his hand and broke away the kiss smirking, “Let me help you with that.” Then he gets off the couch, kneeling in front of the other and unbuttoning his jeans, taking it off for him. “W-wow you’re,” Matt muttered upon seeing the other’s dick. He stroked it for a bit before licking it painfully slow from base to tip.

Although yearning for more in the kiss, the fact that the other man was smirking the way he was, made Sebastian’s lips retain the grin on his face. He uttered a faint moan at the unbuttoning of his jeans, finally ridding himself of the uncomfortable tightness. Having a handsome, older man kneeling in front of him definitely added to the twitching of his already hard length. “I don’t know who’s more eager at this point, you or me.” he gently reached down to brush his finger through the short hair of the man, the pleasure from a simple lick causing a stir in him already.

[sebgilson]

lccksharp:

‘‘Give me more details. Who’s that friend? Why did you two decided to go out for a drink? Insignificant details are better than no details at all,’‘ Othello admitted with a chuckle. ‘‘I don’t live for gossips but you better start talking if you don’t want me to ramble for a while,’‘ the Italian warned him as he wrinkled up his nose. Othello sat at the edge of the couch, by Sebastian side, and started pouring the wine into the cups. ‘‘I love the beard, by the way, it’s a good look on you,’‘ he added with a smile, before placing a cup into his friend’s hand. ‘‘Salute!’‘

“He’s an old high school buddy of mine, nosey.” Sebastian took a deep breath only to exhale in a low sigh, flashing a toothy grin at his friend, bringing the cup of wine to his lips to distract himself for a second. “We just had a glass of wine to catch up. Sort of like how we are right now.” he gestured to the glass in his hand, not necessarily wanting to go too in depth for now. “I’m glad you noticed I grew it out though. Turns out I sort of look like a teenager without it, and as someone nearing 30, that’s not the best look.” he sat back into the couch to get more comfortable, keeping his eyes locked with his friend’s. “How about you? Anything particularly interesting happen to you lately?”

[sebgilson]

mcttmurph:

Matt smirked, taking a sip of his glass before putting it down the coffee table. His hand continues and lands on the other’s crotch as well. Matt’s boner was getting harder when Sebastian’s fingers rub against it and Matt mimics the action. His free hand cups the other’s face and pulls him into a deep, sloppy kiss before pulling away for a bit to take off his shirt before quickly kissing the other again.

Sebastian’s jeans slowly grew more and more uncomfortable starting the second he felt the man’s hand rubbing at the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t help but let out a low hum of satisfaction, even as the other pulled back to get his shirt off. Unable to contain himself, Seb quickly gave in to kiss, already pushing his tongue into the other man’s mouth to deepen it even further, but only for a second to break the kiss once more, pulling his own shirt off in a swift motion. He quickly returned to the kiss with equal passion as before, his hand continuing the rubbing motion of the crotch.

[sebgilson]

smith-stevens:

“Oh damn, you got some heat to offer, huh?” He replied, catching that little play and although Seb might be playing vague, he was going to call him out and Smith juts grinned. “I was debating on just doing it out of the goodness of my heart, and willingness to share pizza, but damnit I want something, too!” He teased, nudging the other boy with his elbow, playfully, and then nodded at the agreement. “Should we head back to my place, or is that far too forward for you and your heat?”

Sebastian knew the guy would catch on. It wasn’t like he didn’t want him to after all, but seeing him play along was satisfaction enough for now. “I mean, in this day and age, you need to be a little selfish every now and then, right? Who knows, this could be the first step to you opening your own pizza place.” a silent snicker left his lips, but only for a good second. “Sure, we can head over to your place, but just for reference, I’ve got a black belt in taekwondo, so you’re gonna have your hands full if you try any funny business, mister. It’s not everyday I end up going home with strangers.”

[sebgilson]

smith-stevens:

“Good, I hate it when folks can’t handle any heat and I take them somewhere, or make something, and they can’t because suddenly it’s not seasoned with just black pepper,” he said with a sigh, but was thankful that Sebastian seemed to be over the loss of the restaurant–for now–and open to the idea of Smith making him a pizza. “What do I get out of this, anyway? Just reputation? Or are you gonna supply some wine or kiss the chef or what?”

“I know right? If a guy can’t handle a bit of chili, then how is he going to handle the heat I have to offer?” he tried his best to stay as vague as possible, simply keeping an overly sweet smile on his face, trying to keep the conversation’s innocence. “Oh, so you want something in return? Here I thought I could scam myself to a free pizza hmm.” he shook his head, obviously joking. “I don’t know how much of a rep boost I could give you, but I guess it depends on just how good that pizza is? The better the pizza, the better the prize. How does that sound?”

[sebgilson]

mcttmurph:

Matt hummed, taking the offered glass of wine and clinking their glasses together. “Cheers,” he chuckled as he took a sip. “I actually do want to get to know you,” Matt said, “All I know so far is that you love Mama Rosa’s and that you’re named Sebastian. But…,” Matt put a hand on Seb’s thigh. “I guess it could wait until after?” says Matt as his hand slowly goes up the other man’s thigh, stopping just before the other’s crotch, “If you want to that is.”

Sebastian took a quick sip of his wine as well.. a large sip some would say. Not that he was nervous, but he was definitely getting excited at the prospect of spending the evening with the other. He was about to go on the full spiel about who he actually was, but stopped in his tracks once he felt the hand on his thigh, making him lock eyes with the handsome guy, putting away the wine glass after taking one final sip. “It can wait. Definitely.” he leaned in a little closer, placing a hand on the man’s thigh as well, his hands not stopping until his fingers rubbed against his clothed crotch. 

[sebgilson]

smith-stevens:

Smith perked a brow when Sebastian was crossing his arms, sizing him up, and that light smile was enough to make him grin and he just bit his lower lip. “It is good, I make mine a little spicy though, which I think is good..” he said, the teasing gesture was something that he was enjoying, and he gave him a shrug. “Maybe second best, remember, I can’t beat Mama there.”

“You’re off to a good start, I might be the palest guy in town, but I can take my spices.” he nodded, his expression gradually getting warmer and warmer as he spoke, practically having forgotten the feeling of anguish he had just a moment prior. “I mean, Mama obviously isn’t in the race anymore. Perhaps she’s decided it was about time to give someone younger the chance to shine?”

[tessacarstrs-deactivated2022071]

[cerrato-ada]

@sebgilson

There was always something funny about high school. The media and popculture in general seemed to generalize that everyone either considered it their best years or their worst. Truth was that there was also a gray area where a lot of people could fit their experiences. Shiloh certainly remained squarely in the grey. There were things about ten years ago he’d rather forget but he’d be lying if he didn’t have some cherished memories and experiences. One of those just happened to be a person and of course as soon as he caught wind of exactly where said person was doing his residency, it didn’t take long for Shiloh to take a drive on over. He’d known about Sebastian still being in the city even after Shiloh himself had returned from his stint at Yale but there was never no real attempt to reach out. Of course now they were two men steadily creeping out of their twenties and closer to middle age….what the hell did he have to lose?

The moment he stepped into the office, he caught a glance of his former best friend within the office. Just a brief flashback of 15 years when they first met in 7th grade and had been attached to the hip until their own personal paths in their lives and career drove a wedge between them. It happened all the time…not everyone could remain friends forever. Not everyone could be with their high school sweetheart. Regardless, there was still that charming pearly white grin spread across Shiloh’s face as he leaned into the office’s window.

“Is there a Dr. Gilson in?” He said announcing his presence to those still occupying the space, though his eyes traveled directly to Sebastian’s. “And would he possibly be interested in grabbing some dinner? It’s still early enough to catch Happy Hour.”

[sebgilson]

High school was a turbulent time for everyone and should you ask him, Sebastian would probably say that it was all blur at this point. There were parts that he remembered clearly and others which were pretty foggy 10 years later. One of the things that were definitely not foggy was the one guy he went from calling his friend to calling his own to then call it off. He wasn’t sure he would’ve made it out of high school the same man if it hadn’t been for the fact that he had Shiloh to lean on. From long nights staying up in their rooms, to stolen kisses in the locker room showers. It would all come rushing back to him if he first started to think about it again, which was probably why he’d just made it a habit to not think about it at all. It was never nice to end up imagining what could’ve been. 

He’d just finished up consulting with his last patient and was standing by the consultation office, speaking with the senior doctor about the day when a familiar, yet surprisingly foreign voice caused him to turn and look over at the entrance, putting a face to the voice. There was no mistaking it, though the last 10 years had definitely made both of them grow completely out of that awkward phase that the entirety of high school always was, that was definitely Shiloh, and he looked good.

Sebastian quickly excused himself from the conversation he was in the middle of and said he would be heading home before heading closer to the visitor with a wide smile already plastered on his lips. “If it isn’t Mr. Cerrato himself. How can I possibly say no to a proposition like that?” he was surprised he wasn’t at a loss for words. “It’s a surprise seeing you here.. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

[sebgilson]

smith-stevens:

“Yeah, I can get that, for sure, some experience definitely outweighs a lot but I make it from scratch and use a pizza stone and I don’t know, there’s this spinach and prosciutto pizza I make that I think you could possibly enjoy.” Smith wasn’t sure why he was trying to comfort the man about his loss of the restaurant, but he felt an odd urge to offer his hand. “I can at least throw my hat in, right?” He said, his smile wide, and genuine. 

“You make a good case mister.” Sebastian crossed his arms in front of him and looked the younger guy up and down as if to size him up, eventually ending up in a light smile. “I’m willing to give you a chance, but it better be a good spinach and prosciutto pizza. You’ve talked it up pretty hard, so I’ll be pretty disappointed if it end up being bland. Take it as a challenge to make your best pizza possible.” he bit into his lower lip in a slightly more teasing gesture than before.