↳face to face ⇆ come closer
yoursebadasstian:
Sebastian moved around the table, grabbing his own cue and chalking it up as he watched Blaine take a shot. He watched the balls break and looked suitably impressed by Blaine’s attempt, even if he hadn’t potted anything yet.
With a laugh at Blaine’s question, he looked up, “Now why would I do that, Killer?” he asked him, putting down the chalk and stepping up to the table. He leaned over, standing in the exact position he had put Blaine in to take his first shot. But he didn’t shoot just yet, instead he looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “You’re free to touch if you want,” He told him before turning back to aim down the cue.
Suddenly he was shooting the white ball and potting a red one, showing Blaine exactly how the game was played and that he was trying to help him get better.
“You’re just trying to distract me and I’m not letting that happen,” even if he did want to just lean over closer to Sebastian, maybe get to kiss him again but that wasn’t possible, he had to be stronger than what his stupid body wanted because Sebastian had made it clear that he didn’t want what Blaine wanted and it couldn’t end up right if both of them weren’t on the same page.
He was actually pretty impressed with the hit Sebastian took and as his turn arrived he tried to get back in the position Sebastian had taught him so that he could take his next shot, which got him one of the yellow balls to get just a few inches close to falling into the hole but still not managing to get it right, “… how do you even measure how much strength you need to put into the hit? This game’s awful,” he joked.
Sebastian missed the hole on his next turn and stood back to let Blaine his his next shot. He didn’t correct Blaine’s position, it was pretty perfect for a beginner anyway. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t laugh as the yellow ball veered off to the side and missed the hole completely.
“Practice,” He said, answering Blaine’s question. “And it’s not awful when you’re good at it,” he added, a smirk on his face as he leaned over the table again. This time he potted three more of his balls, technically making the game somewhat easier for Blaine.
“You’re up,” He nodded when his turn was over, moving back from the table so he had another great view of Blaine’s body as he leaned over the edge of the table. Maybe Blaine was adamant he wasn’t getting kissed today... but Blaine had said nothing about looking.









