#seb x mark

[satan-s-enemy]

sebmark + teenage dirtbag

His name is Mark, I have a dream about himHe rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour Oh, how he rocks in race-suit and fireproof socks But he doesn't know who I am, and he doesn't give a damn about me

[barnesmustdie]

A few weeks ago I saw you front row

And my heart stopped at the sight

Thought you were solo

But you got a girl, though

And my life ain't been the same

Been feelin'

Mentally, physically weak

Boys blowin' up my phone

They just ain't you, oh, baby

I'm meant to be on my own

But just before I go

There's something you should know

And boy, I

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you nine-to-five, five-to-nine

Tryin' to behave, but I'm feelin' some type of way

That just ain't me

[barnesmustdie]

Sebastian felt like it’s a home for him for the first time in his life, at the same time finally believing in the fulfillment of New Year's wishes in full.

And how can you not believe it when that most cherished desire is walking around their house, stroking the dogs frolicking around him and drinking his favorite black coffee after six years of their perfect life?

Don't read the last page

But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

[barnesmustdie]

However, "just" turned out to be a desire to get, first of all, the attention of one particular person, next to whom all sanity and adult patterns of behavior were curtailed as unnecessary, leaving room for the most questionable from a logical point of view flirtations in the spirit of "prick more painfully" and "declare yourself so that only you are the cause of mental anguish." and it occupied all my thoughts."

And Sebastian tried, really. In his eyes, however, any attempts of this kind ended in a complete fiasco, precisely to set the stage for further relations. However, he quickly learned to be content with Mark's attention at the moment, correcting the inflamed emotions with long looks, slightly parted lips and the best unambiguous phrases from his entire arsenal of the "flirting" category.

Touch was always the cherry on this cake - Seb was incredibly tactile and greedy for touching other people's hands, forearms, knees and lower back, skillfully playing with his fingertips on the edge of what was allowed.

Usually, this completely innocent (from the point of view of the "great expert" in the relationship - Jenson Button) flirting got away with Vettel mainly when he turned towards the girls, but here Webber had a couple of trump cards up his sleeve. Mark surprisingly allowed his partner's fingers to wander not only within the limits set by Sebastian himself, but also a couple dozen times to smear far beyond them - and then there were unforgivably strong, frankly not friendly hugs; pinches on the sides; palms in the back pockets of jeans.

A couple of times there were semi-drunken kisses away from cameras and prying eyes, but both preferred not to talk about it the next morning, as if this was exactly what had never happened. Although, hand on heart, it was precisely these things that were a favorite part of her and Mark's dynamic interactions. Sebastian unsuccessfully tried to force himself not to fall headlong into Webber, but the problem had already moved into the category of scale where they both shamefully disappeared into each other, voluntarily drowning in each other.