Tagging: Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson, Jamie Anderson
Location: Cabin, Alice Eastwood
Time Frame: Night, January 2nd
Notes: The pair of them turn a few notches up on how much of a bad influence they are on one another, and a surprise guest... is a surprised guest.
Warnings: NSFW #kidsthesedays
BLAINE:
There were instances very few and far between where any little thing went remotely the way he'd mapped it all out in his head, step for step and without a single skewed detail, and it was funny and weird all in one the way it'd be the cold wood against his back from beneath layers and layers of cotton and polyester that'd make the perfect picture. There was just those woodsy noises and some shuffling around, and the way Sebastian was like a human shaped radiator keeping his back as warm as the heater itself. Covering his hand over Sebastian's, Blaine turned his head against the pillow and bumped his leg back against him. "You're too hot," he muttered.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian blinked a couple times, eyes turning away from the other side of the group to look down towards Blaine. He really wasn't trying to do anything - he wanted to especially when Blaine looked that delicious, but something told him that his boyfriend may not be down for that. "Blaine..." He said calmly in his ear, eyes turning back to the fire. "Don't start something you won't finish." He mumbled as his hand gently massaged Blaine's thigh underneath their shared blanket.
BLAINE:
He'd reached with the tips of his fingers to try halfheartedly to better to tug the blanket around his shoulder but paused, twitching out of instinct at the instant flurry of electricity that'd jumped from the one thing familiar about succumbing to sleep in a foreign place. It'd be a sweet thought, but he still shivered and cast a glance at him from beneath the blankets. "Would've been good advice way back then," he whispered after a moment, and the words just sort of slipped on out on their own lazy accord, "Look what a rebel I am." Blaine turned back to face forward, lightly pressing more firmly against his hand while he shifted.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian shifted over a little bit. "Who would of thought that the bashful schoolboy would become such?" He asked, fingers dancing up to Blaine's waist band and slowly etching underneath. He could feel his heart beginning to race with excitement. There was something about doing this so publicly and secretly that was already making his hard. "Who knew I'd end up with an exhibitionist?" He whispered, hand slipping into Blaine's pants and beginning to palm him.
BLAINE:
It'd been a hot (literally hot) problem when it'd just been a case of body heat getting him flushed beneath the layers, but then his hand was burning and solid and way too certainly touching, and it'd be a sure new addition to that tidbit of intel that very few things were ever really jokes with Sebastian. Blaine tensed and curled a fist where his hand had only been idly resting beside his head, digging nails into the cotton and swallowing down the little gasp that'd welled up.
He'd started to say his name, started reaching down to pull his wrist, but a second too long of letting that sensation tide him over and a second too long of listening to nothing but someone else's muttered conversation from across the room and the sound of the wind outside, Blaine slipped his fingers down and held him there from over the top of his pajama pants. He couldn't reason it away if he tried. It felt good, but... in a bad way. And hell if his own body wasn't starting to feel hopelessly into that.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian couldn't help but smirk as he glanced over at Blaine. All he wanted to do was to just take Blaine in front of everyone and not care about the cameras or looks they'd get. Nudging his head in Blaine's next, he pretended to just be tired and cuddling into his boyfriend. Something no one would suspect of them doing some stuff under the blanket.
"Fuck, you're so amazing." He whispered as he continued his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of Blaine's cock, he tightened his fingers around him. "I know you want to say it. My name is on your lips begging to come out. You're so turned on Killer. God, how much I want to take you right now."
BLAINE:
There wasn't much room to move anywhere but back, pressing himself closer to Sebastian's chest in a spot he'd always fit so perfectly and had to close his incisors on the side of his fist to wave away the moan that'd come from brushing against Sebastian's cock. It's a new mix of feeling how heat flared not just off his own skin but from his resting pride, and Blaine kept his sighs and breaths and whimpers all buried deep down as he slowly stretched an arm back and pulled at Sebastian's waist, coaxing him to push his hips more tightly against him.
"Speak for yourself," he managed to puff out, only taking a minuscule amount of pride in the semi-normal breathlessness when he felt only a few moment more away from just coming.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian instinctively bucked up into Blaine, hand tightening as it pulled up. "Do you," he paused, spreading his legs further as he looked out at the people within their own conversations. "Think I could get away with sucking you off?" Pressing a kiss to Blaine's neck, he moved his hand subtly up and down Blaine's cock, trying to ensure the their wasn't too much movement underneath the blanket. "Or you can just come in my mouth, just anything else." He breathed, knowing he'd probably come as soon as his lips wrapped around Blaine's flawless head.
BLAINE:
He laughed, surprising and suddenly with all the cheery freedom of finally having a noise that was anywhere near appropriate to make. "How," Blaine panted, and paused to bury away a groan with his face turned against the pillow. Silence stretched and washed over the quickened rise and fall of his breath beneath his ribs, and it only after the reassurance of somebody's laughter and somebody's argument from a world that seemed so small and unimportant compared to their dark corner did Blaine peel the blanket off his burning shoulder and cast a backwards glance at Sebastian. "How would you even manage that?"
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian chuckled along, his hand not on Blaine's dick, curling around Blaine's face. "Do you doubt me, love?" He asked. Looking around the room as his thumb passed over the head, smearing the pre-come there. "No one is looking. And I'm sure we can find your ring you dropped." He shrugged before ducking completely under the blanket before Blaine could object.
He knew they were bound to get caught, especially like this, but Blaine might as well have an orgasm before anything bad happened. Wrapping his lips over Blaine's length, he slid down until he felt Blaine press against the back of his throat.
BLAINE:
Before he could really get a coherent grasp on anything, Blaine's body jerked up in a hard arch up into the tight heat enveloping him whole. Where Sebastian's body had kept their corner warm, he closed one hand on the empty blankets and tangled the other where it'd jumped to bury in Sebastian's hair, caught and gasping, and wholly torn between gripping him closer and pulling himself away from the overbearing sensation. "Sebastian," he whimpered, and pulled his hand from Sebastian's hair to cover over his mouth instead before any other telltale sounds could tumble away from him and his cracked sense of self control.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian moaned around Blaine's cock, digging his fingers into his boyfriend's thigh. Beginning to bob his head to get Blaine off, Sebastian took the feeling of a cock hitting the back of his throat like a champ. "Just come in my mouth already." He said loudly, taking a breath before continuing his ministrations.
BLAINE:
The flip from some subtle cuddling to settling with Sebastian between his legs blew every standard of how far his illicit ideals could stretch straight out the water, and it took him completely from nerves to muscles and the foggier weight of his head straggling along too slowly to catch up with the reality that there was zero mistaking this for exactly what it was. When he did come it was with a muffled noise buried against his hand and bitten away the harder he struggled, the longer the waves of it kept his body shivering under Sebastian's touch until he finally came down with a boneless jerk.
His hands still shook a bit when he reached down to flip the blanket off from over Sebastian's head in time to watch a few strands of his own come disappear with a sweep of Sebastian's tongue - and if the time hadn't given him that last second to climax, the stilted sound of footsteps so suddenly coming to a stop would've DEFINITELY killed a thousand years' worth of boners for him. Jerking away with a startled "Shit!", Blaine yanked at the blankets and struggled to straighten the waist of his pants, an instant burning shade of color stinging across his face at the confirming glance that his brother had just walked in on... God knows how much of that.
JAMIE:
Jamie knocked gently on the door a couple of times before simply swinging the door open with the force of habit as he’d always done. Since the two boys had once not known the meaning of the word privacy when it came to each other, he hadn't given it a single thought. When he was met with the sight in front of him, he let out a scream that could only come from someone who would never look at their best friend and their brother again,
"What the FUCK BAS?! BLAINE! PUT A SOCK ON THE DOOR. JESUS CHRIST!" Jamie covered his eyes and backed out of the room, "MAKE YOURSELVES DECENT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. EW EW EW."
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian pulled off Blaine, a smirk gracing his come stained lips. "Relax Jamie." He said calmly, casually throwing the blanket over Blaine's exposed cock, just in case someone looked...well other than Jamie. Licking his lips to get all the come, Sebastian sat back. "What did you expect me to do when Blaine suddenly got hard? I had to fix it with my mouth and there is no time to put a sock on the door." He shrugged, adjusting his body. He was still hard. He wasn't ashamed of getting caught like this. "We're not done by the way." He said, pointing down to his own hard on.
BLAINE:
There were a lot of "worst parts" about it, but what had to take the cake was the heavy lingering drag that had him slumping back off his elbows, a little woozy and a whole slew of defeat etched across his features. Giving Sebastian's arm a weak push, Blaine ran a heavy hand over his eyes and reluctantly lifted his gaze in the general direction of Jamie's shadow. "Next time..." He gave a halfhearted little swirl of his hand before dropping his fingers back over his eyes with a pained groan of unbearable embarrassment.
JAMIE:
Jamie sighed heavily, not daring to take his hands off of his eyes. "YOU'RE BOTH GETTING THE SILENT TREATMENT I AM SCARRED," Jamie huffed, "THEY'RE GOING TO WANT A CONFESSIONAL ABOUT THIS SHIT, I'M SURE," he grumbled, "BYE." The door shut with a thud and he practically skipped every step on the way back through the cabin rooms, curling up in his sleeping bag and really wanting to soak his eyeballs in bleach.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian closed his eyes in disappointment. It wasn't from what Jamie said, it was the heartbreaking news Blaine just delivered. "I let you come in my mouth in front of your brother, and you can't do the same." He tsked. "Here I thought you loved me Blaine. You might as well do it because it'll be in Jamie's confessional." He said, looking sadly down at his obvious boner.
BLAINE:
It was hard wrought and slow to break the tensed default he'd fallen into, but a smile worked its way back across his lips. Pushing his hand back through his hair and away from his eyes, Blaine let his eyes linger on Sebastian for a good moment; With the worst case scenario already fully realized and over with, there was something to be said about the tired peace that'd started creeping back in and breaking through his mortification.
Struggling up on shaky arms, he put his hands to Sebastian's sides and pushed him over. "I was talking about the sock warning," Blaine answered, hushed even if the entire building knew what they'd done, and he settled over him with legs slotted between his thighs and a hand pressing down over the obvious bulge he found there. Lowering his eyes, Blaine dropped his head briefly to his neck and let a slow shaky sigh escape his lungs. "The stuff you put me through... And I owe a dollar to the swear jar."
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian's eyes shot up to meet Blaine's with a surprised look taking over his features. He really didn't expect Blaine to just go for it after Jamie walked in on them doing some form of the dirty. Pressing himself further into Blaine's hand, he let his hand slide slowly up Blaine's thighs to the globe of his ass until it met the small of his back. "It takes two to tango, Killer." He whispered into his ear.
For the journey or for the silences, he’d moved past the threshold of the cave he’d made of their home with headphones tucked in one hoodie pocket, and if those squares of fabric could’ve allowed it, he’d have went along with every scrap of work and staining pen shoved away in the other. He’d buried himself in the schoolwork like it were a new type of godsend to come away with cramped fingers and tired eyes, and the swaying stance that nudged the idea of fainting over as an honest threat without the time to correct his newly skewed sleeping schedule, and even now he’d seated himself at a bench a ways away, music blocking both ears and eyes fixed low on a patch of crumpled leaves.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling and tugging the headphones down once he’d reached to accept the cone from his brother’s hand. Rearranging the wrapper where some had dripped and left his knuckles sticky, Blaine folded his legs up beneath himself and flicked his gaze towards Jamie. “Getting old there, brother,” he smiled, brief and vague, and let his eyes blink shut for a second.
Blaine: What's the word, hummingbird? Bro-fest needs to get underway stat, I'm drowning without my anchor - ironically. By the way, if you're at Smythe house do you think you could check Seb's room for a jacket of mine? I left it somewhere, and I figure by process of elimination I'd magnify the areas I'd be most inclined to shed a layer.
