The morning had started out just as Sebastian had expected, but it had started out much earlier than what he was anticipating. In the early hours of the morning, Sebastian had woken up, to his own amusement, still drunk with a pulsating headache that he was sure would last the entire day. But at that rate it felt like it would last an entire week. Sleep was inevitable at this point, especially with the bile sloshing around inside of his stomach and threatening the back of his throat. Peyton was still seated in his lap, sleeping soundly as he struggled with the idea of getting himself up and out of the armchair without disturbing them. He managed, or at least he hoped he managed, to reluctantly peel their bare chest from his own, carefully placing Peyton against the back of the armchair without waking them. He had remembered Peyton making a comment about the air growing colder at night, but all he felt was disgustingly warm and he assumed they had to be feeling the same. The sweat that coated his chest and the heat that was radiating off of his body caused his head to spin, nearly sending him into a few nearby objects as he rushed towards the bathroom.
Some time had passed between Sebastian waking up and successfully making it to the toilet to expose the mess he indulged in throughout the night only to wash it down with a few swigs of the mouthwash he had discovered. It could have been a few seconds, a couple minutes, or maybe even a few hours. He wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he was successful at keeping Peyton from waking up because they were still in the same exact position he had left them in. Sebastian had sauntered into the kitchen a short time after his episode in the bathroom, he was quietly fumbling around the unfamiliar kitchen in search of coffee. After a few minutes, he was successful in his search and he began brewing them a pot that they would eventually share, only to suddenly turn back to the living room to see that Peyton was no longer there. The nearby sound of running water revealed their whereabouts and without any hesitation, Sebastian proceeded to accept the unintentional invitation of joining them in their morning shower.
It wasn’t unusual for them to shower together. As long as one of them was showering, the other was right there with them. But it was mainly Sebastian that invited himself to their showers. It became a routine neither of them asked for, much like everything else between. Everything was something they didn’t ask for, but eventually it just became so natural to them both. The silence that was shared between them wasn’t unusual either. In fact, it was often appreciated and comforting to a certain degree. However, something was off and it wasn’t because Peyton was scrubbing their hands underneath and around his nose, causing him to grimace with discomfort. While attempting to wash off the remains of his drunken stupor, Sebastian had been picking at his brain all morning, trying and remember what had happened during the previous night. It was clear that he had hurt his nose, it was clear more so than ever now that Peyton had their hands near his face. They were gentle, however. They always were with him, as he was with them. Sebastian hadn’t been keeping track of what was going on during their shower, much less when it was his turn to help them with their duties. He had once promised them all his time and he was surely using that to his advantage during their shower. Especially when he had extended their shower by molding their lips together, still without a single word from either of them. For what seemed to be hours, Sebastian eventually brought their kiss to a close when he noticed the water growing colder against his shoulders.
The wary silence seeped into their after-shower tasks. Which only consisted of finishing off the pot of coffee and changing into their clothes. Clothes that weren’t Sebastian’s, clothes that made him feel entirely too uncomfortable for a reason he couldn’t detect. Peyton had been the first to break the prolonged silence. They had made the suggestion of going shopping for their father’s wedding present and Sebastian was quick to agree. Even if he had wanted to say no - which he couldn’t imagine himself ever wanting - he would have still simply agreed to tag along. The two of them were quick to head back out to Sebastian’s truck and Peyton still held onto his keys as he tossed their dress clothes into the back seat. Despite being unfamiliar with his surroundings and his willingness to get them back home anyways, Sebastian insisted that Peyton drove them back to the city simply because he was sure his hangover would get to the best of him during the long drive. It eventually did, but that wasn’t until they were close to home and he had spent a majority of the car ride sleeping, his head comfortably placed in Peyton’s lap. In between sleeping, Sebastian continued picking at his brain to recollect the events of the previous night. For the most part, he was unsuccessful, but bits and pieces flooded back to him every now and then. Specifically, he remembered the bit about his son and his friend popping him one too many in the face. Both doing so separately.
He was seated uncomfortably in the passenger’s seat with his head nearly hanging out the window due to the nausea that overtook him. There was a brief back and forth between them on where they should stop to shop, mainly because Peyton wasn’t sure what to get for their dad. Sebastian had no clue other than to blurt out the suggestion of a motorcycle shop once he spotted a few on the road. There had been a moment where Sebastian caught Peyton’s dad in a conversation, one that consisted of mostly nonsense but it was a conversation Sebastian could repeat back word for word if he wanted. He liked their dad and whether it was because he was Sebastian’s age or just because he was Peyton’s dad, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because their dad had mentioned wanting a motorcycle in the conversation he was reminiscing. So they went to a few shops at the suggestion of Sebastian. If they were going to get their dad a bike, Sebastian wanted them to invest in a great one. Which they did, but Sebastian was quick to invest in the bike before Peyton even had a chance to realize he would do it. He wasn’t going to the wedding and he didn’t mind. But their dad was important to him. Peyton was in his life now, they’re the most important thing in his life and their dad has to be included in there somewhere. There was no going around that and there was no reason for him to not want their dad in his life somehow.
Sebastian had taken over the wheel after their shopping trip. It ended with them stopping at some local coffee shop that Sebastian suggested they visit again. The silence between them was well past them, but Sebastian couldn’t shake the feeling of something being off. Typically, he wouldn’t even focus on this sort of thing, it wouldn’t even cross his mind that something might be off. He assumed it was his hangover, though his cryptic headache had diminished a considerable amount. It was easier to ignore now, at least only when Peyton wasn’t throwing jabs at him about it. Which was constantly, so maybe it wasn’t as easy as he was pretending it was. There was no specific destination in mind other than a quick stop back at Sebastian’s house. He wanted to change, which he did quickly, and gather a few things he figured they would need if he decided to head in the direction that was floating around in the back of his mind. Which he eventually ended up doing, all while tossing his leather jacket at Peyton when they had asked him where they were headed. It was a familiar location to them both, one they had accidentally discovered and claimed as their own.
The secluded beach was, well, secluded when they arrived and just like he normally did, Sebastian pulled his truck right up onto the sand. The couple extra hours they had spent in the truck to arrive to the beach was filled with endless conversations, completely unlike their car ride from earlier that morning. Mainly it was Sebastian trying to get Peyton to help him experience his night over again so he could remember everything. They were a big help, but he still couldn’t recall much of it. Bits and pieces continued to flood back to him. Like when Peyton had told him how the cabin was special to them, how he was special to them. From the way they spoke of the cabin, it appeared that they didn’t share that place with anyone other than the friend that had purchased it for them. Much like he had shared a special part of himself with Peyton when they brought them to is farm. Now they had specific places they shared together, places that were newly special to them. Places that would always be special to Sebastian only because he was sharing these places with Peyton. They constantly discovered new things together, physically or emotionally, and it would always be special to him. They would always be special to him.
“I can’t believe my son broke my fucking nose.” He groaned as he hoped out of his truck, waiting patiently for Peyton to remove themselves as well. Sebastian was quick to press his body against Peyton’s, forcing them up against the passenger’s side of the truck with his hands cupping gently at their cheeks. He was staring down at them, holding onto their gaze for entirely too long. Maybe for them, but not for him. There was a time where he never realized how much he looked at them and how much he liked looking at them. He hated that he realized this recently and he hated how much he liked looking at them how willing he was to go out of his way just to look at them. “You looked really great on those bikes today, ‘Nolds,” He mused, his nose poked into their skin as he brushed his lips against their cheek. “I’m actually considering teaching you how to ride one. If you’re up for it.” He offered them a shrug as he pulled away from their cheek, his hands still cradled their head. “Let’s just stay here,” Sebastian breathed out after a moment of silence. “Forever, I mean. There’s a shit ton of houses in this area. Some shitty, some extravagant. I’m sure there’s a few haunted ones and I’ll buy you every single one. I’ll even buy you a haunted boat.” His lips were cementing slowly with Peyton’s as he finished off his sentence, but he was quick to interrupt himself. “I’m serious about us staying here. At least for another day or two. I have everything we need. Even snagged your camera ‘cause you left it in my room. How does that sound?” He inquired, not giving them a chance to answer before his lips were back on their own, easing them into what could easily lead what Sebastian knew what they had both wanted the entire night. But the movement of their lips was slow, much slower than normal and his hands were kept appropriately on their body. One cradled their jaw while the other latched onto their waist. “You’re so good to me, Peyton, and so special to me.” He mumbled into their lips, suddenly recalling himself saying those exact words to Peyton during the night. His intentions to get Peyton to believe his drunken statement were urgent as the memory flooded his mind. Sebastian wanted them to believe him, he needed them to believe him and hopefully not just assume he was talking out of his ass because he had been drunk. “So good to me, you’re so special to me.”
