Having Sambastian thoughts… It’s Sam’s birthday and Sebastian has (foolishly) agreed to do whatever Sam wants that day, anything at all. Sam says all he wants to do is hang out in the city with Seb. So they do.
After a cheap dinner and a bit of bar hopping they wander down a lively side street with neon lights and house music reverberating all around them. They come up to a dance club packed with people and stragglers filing in and out, everyone swaying to the heavy bass and giving off such good vibes that Sam plants his heels and grabs Sebastian’s arm with both hands, excitedly pleading they go inside. Sebastian slurs out an “Absolutely not,” but Sam hits him with his best puppy dog eyes, reminding Seb that it’s his birthday and he said he would do whatever Sam wanted.
Sebastian rolls his eyes and gives an overly-dramatic groan before caving and Sam beams as he links their fingers together and drags Seb through the door and into the crowd.
Sam leads them straight to the dance floor, neither of them needing more drinks as they’re already a bit wobbly on their feet and maybe too loose with their tongues.
“Dance with me,” Sam breathes hot in Sebastian’s ear, and he can feel Sam’s smile on his cheek as they bump into the other sweaty bodies around them. Sebastian hates this whole scenario more than anything, except for the part where Sam is two inches in front of him laughing and smiling and looking more relaxed than he can remember in recent months. Sebastian reluctantly moves to the music, his usual inhibitions significantly lowered by the alcohol (and he might even be slightly enjoying himself, but will never admit it).
Sam’s hands find their way to Sebastian’s body, lightly skimming over his hips, waist, and arms. Sebastian finds himself unconsciously mirroring him, and suddenly the tip of Sam’s nose is grazing his.
They’ve never been this close before. Maybe in Sebastian’s late night fantasies, but certainly never in real life. It’s another log thrown onto the fire that’s been building between them lately. Sam had been sitting closer and closer to Sebastian when they watched movies or lazed around by the mountain lake on hot summer days like today. His hand would graze Sebastian’s or would linger on Sebastian’s leg a second too long, and then another second longer each time. And Sebastian knows Sam has caught him staring too many times to count, and must have noticed that when Sebastian ruffles Sam’s hair to mess it up he does so much more gently lately, almost caressing the blond locks as he cards his fingers through them.
Sebastian looks at Sam, sees his pupils blown wide and the beads of sweat sticking to the sides of his forehead. He sees Sam panting lightly but can’t hear it over the music, can’t hear very much at all really. Sam’s eyes stare into Sebastian’s, and even though Sebastian blinks a few times he swears he sees Sam’s gaze flit down to his mouth before returning up.
Sam’s hands settle on Sebastian’s hips and Sebastian loosely curls his into the fabric of Sam’s tshirt. They stare and sway faintly to the music and it feels like a thousand degrees in this tiny no-name club and a part of Sebastian wants to claw his way out of the hot sticky crowd but a stronger part is holding him to the floor and leaning him closer and closer into Sam like a magnet until-
The fingers on Sebastian’s hips squeeze slightly and the hands on Sam’s shirt ball into fists. Their mouths melt together in a mess of hot breathes and swallowed moans. Their tongues meet and Sam lets out a small gasp and Sebastian’s knees almost buckle. When they finally separate, both breathing heavily, Sam searches Sebastian’s eyes. He must find something he likes, because his mouth turns up in a teasing grin and he walks backward, pulling Sebastian deeper into the club. Sebastian follows easily. He promised he would do anything for Sam, after all.
