"you live in the room next door to mine and you’re always having really loud sex, what the fuck” mccall you have to do this omg
Blaine loves his apartment. Really, he does. It’s a tinyhole in the wall but his windows just barely overlook Washington Square Park.There’s a little coffee cart that’s two streets down to the right that hevisits every morning; the guy who owns it has a crush on him because his coffeehas gotten significantly cheaper every time he visits.
The rooms are a bit smaller than he would like, but he canat least spread out most of his things. His kitchen is a smidge bigger than hisbedroom—which is perfectly fine with him. He loves spending hours there,cooking, baking, the walls a bright yellow like sunflowers which alwaysbrightens his mood no matter how miserable he is.
He’s only a short subway ride away from work and after along day, this is the place he wants to come back to the most. To his lumpycouch and decent sized TV, his living room that sometimes smells like whateverhis next door neighbor is cooking and the sounds of dogs barking, cars honkingand people laughing wafting up from the park.
The only thing, really, is well—the guy who moved in acrossthe hall a week or so ago.
It’s not that Blaine doesn’t like him…he does. Or well, he tolerateshim is a better word.
He hasn’t officially met him in so many words but Stacy, afriend of his who lives down the hall, won’t shut up about him. Apparently hisname is Sebastian, he’s from Los Angeles, he’s unbelievably tall and gorgeous with bright green eyes and a smirkthat’s permanently stitched to his lips.
And it’s not like Sebastian isn’t Blaine’s type because heis, he really is. But each time hehas a short interaction with him he quickly digs under his skin. Sebastianskips right through pleasantries, eyes wandering over his form, appreciating,sexual innuendos gliding easily from his tongue.
It throws Blaine through a loop, he’s never met anyone so straightforward. It’s abrasiveand somehow annoyingly attractive all at the same time. He decides he doesn’tlike him, right away, and actually avoids him if he can help it.
Well, avoiding him would be easier if Sebastian wouldn’t create noises that can break the soundbarrier any time he invites guests over. He blames the paper thin walls of hisshitty apartment, that he can hear every bump, thump, grind, sigh, hitch inbreath, moan and wandering in gentle soundwaves through the plaster and under his doorjamb.
It keeps him up at night; the fact that he knows exactly what Sebastian sounds likehaving sex even though he’s never seen him naked. Even though he’s never saidmore than ten words to him.
Sebastian knows he can hear him too. Every time Blaineleaves his apartment in the morning for work, Sebastian opens up his front doorand smiles at him. Leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over hischest.
“Morning neighbor.”
Blaine stares at him, itching for some sort of confrontation.Which is odd because he’s really the leastconfrontational person that he knows. “Have fun last night?” He snips,which only makes Sebastian’s smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
“Tons.”
It’s now that Blaine realizes that he’s standing there withbarely any clothes on—boxer briefs that hug him far too tightly, that don’tleave many contours to the imagination and a button up shirt open hangingloosely on his shoulders.
“Did you want to take a picture?”
Blaine nearly chokes on his own saliva before he scoffs. “Ihave to get to work.”
“And here I was just about to invite you in for breakfast.Maybe a nooner.”
He stops in the middle of walking away, his entire bodyprickling because what the fuck. Heturns to look over his shoulder, glaring at him but Sebastian just smirks likeit’s cute. “What is wrong with you?Can’t you just…have a normal conversation with someone?”
“I could but you don’t make those frustrated noises withpink cheeks when I ask you something as candid as the weather.”
A noise slips out of Blaine’s lips against his will and hestutters with his syllables before he just flat out turns around and leaves.
“Raincheck on the nooner then!”
Blaine mutters under his breath about how much he hates hisapartment as Sebastian closes his door.
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Three consecutive nights go past and Blaine can’t sleepduring any of them. On the fourth night he gets up and out of bed, stalks rightout of his apartment and bangs on Sebastian’s door. He’s not quite sure what he’sgoing to say or do when Sebastian opens the door—he hadn’t thought that far aheadyet. All he’d been able to think about is how he’s tired and turned on againsthis will because Sebastian’s moans are fucking engrained in his brain cells.
But Sebastian doesn’t open up his door half naked, orcompletely naked, like he thought he would. In fact…he’s completely dressed,giving him that smile that kind of makes Blaine want to melt and smack him allat the same time.
“Well, well. Hello, 5B. Isn’t it a little late for housecalls?”
Blaine opens and closes his mouth. “What…weren’t you…”
Sebastian shrugs his shoulder. “Not tonight. Actually…notthe past three nights.”
His brain short circuits, really he’s pretty sure he feelssteam curl out of his ears. “So what, were you just making those noises for fun?”
“How else was Isupposed to get your attention?” Sebastian purses his lips.
“Oh I don’t know, walk to my apartment, knock? Say hello like a normal fucking person!”Blaine exclaims, probably waking up half the apartment complex.
The taller scrunches his nose. “How boring.”
Blaine runs a frustrating hand through his curls, not surewhether to snap out another response or just turn around and go to bed. Mrs. Johanssonfrom a few doors down is glaring at them through a small crack of her door—obviouslytrying to figure out what the commotion is. The shorter waves sheepishly beforerubbing the back of his neck as she closes the door, almost choking her catwhich is at her feet.
“Going back to bed?” Sebastian asks offhandedly. “Can Ijoin?”
He squeaks out a noise. “If I go out with you, will you stopannoying the shit out of me.”
Sebastian shrugs his one shoulder. “Maybe.” He tilts hishead at him, giving him a smile that somehow bubbles warmly in Blaine’sstomach. “Probably not.”
A laugh crawls up his throat and he just shakes his head,waving him off before he goes into his apartment and closes the door.
