Sebastian’s lips parted easily, letting Blaine pretty much ravage him. It was so nice to be able to do that. All his life, Sebastian had been a competitive, overachieving control freak. For once in his life he’d met someone who he wasn’t afraid to give a little with. He felt incredibly at ease with Blaine, like maybe they were always meant to be.
He smirked as Blaine took his shirt off and then shifted so his husband (and God he would never get used to saying that!) could take his own shirt. “Oh that’s unfair Babe! Not…even… fuck!” He laughed hissing a little as Blaine pinched his nipples. “You don’t think I won’t?” Sebastian smirked reaching for the phone to dial. “Call me President Clinton Monica and start blowing. I’ll have the guy on the phone before you can my pants down.” He was still flipping through numbers though, getting distracted and taking his time.
“Hello, Pizza Addicts.” A pleasant voice said on the other end of the phone when he finally found the number.
Blaine smirked as he slid down Sebastian’s pants and briefs in one tug. He slipped his tongue gently along the head of Seb’s cock and hummed against him as he cupped his balls in his free hand. He chuckled a bit around the head as Seb made the phone call sending more vibrations down his shaft.
He sucked in a breath as he swirled his tongue taking in Seb’s taste and scent. A light scent of sandalwood mixed with spice was always how he smelled regardless of where Blaine’s face was touching his body, and it was always relaxing to him. Blaine ran his tongue along the underside of his cock and swirled at the tip once more before pulling off with a pop and jerking him softly with his hand, “Make it a pepperoni with extra Cheese Mr. President, and also add a diet coke.”
How did Blaine always know exactly what to say? They hadn’t come so far from the first nigh they were together in the Dalton Commons. Or the night when Blaine admitted that Kurt was like water and Sebastian was like fire and how much he enjoyed having both those elements in his life and around him. Now it was just the fire and Sebastian was a tiny bit lost.
He let Blaine’s words wash over and cover him like a blanket. Was this what their life was now? A series of struggles and leaning on one another? If that was the case, Sebastian could certainly handle that. The feeling of comfort and safety from someone so close to him, along with overwhelming bond of love and devotion gave Sebastian strength.
They were still poor and their life was still going to suck, but at least they weren’t alone. “How do you know what to say?” Sebastian blinked at Blaine and smiled a little. “You have this way of making me feel so good.” He blushed and looked down. “Think we can work on orgasm in before the pizza man gets here?” He smirked and tugged at their joined hands, wanting Blaine in his lap.
"I dunno, I’m just good like that," Blaine smirked and moved over into Sebastian’s lap and pressed his lips to his. He drug his fingers against the short locks and licked against his lips for access. Kissing Sebastian was like breathing. He needed it, wanted it, craved it. Something in his taste and the way he just knew his body made him tingle all over. He pulled back after a moment and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before doing the same thing to his husband. He ran his hand down his firm sculpted abs before bringing his hand back to his chest and pinching each nipple and softly whispered against his ear before sliding his hands down and unbuttoning Seb’s jeans, "I dare you to call for the pizza while I’m blowing you."
“I’m sorry Babe.” Sebastian pulled Blaine close and hugged him. “I know I’m acting weird, but I’ve never done this before.” He looked at the water and took a long drink, “I’ve never been poor. I’ve never been…” Sebastian stopped talking before he could say the word ‘alone.’ He was no longer alone. Blaine was with him. Blaine was his. His husband. “I… I’ll let it go.” Sighing he walked back to his box and opened it, taking out the dvd player, he lifted it up. “How do you feel about SoHo Chinese and a movie? I…” He went to the couch and sat down, crossing his arms and putting his head on his knees. What the hell was he supposed to say? To do? Sebastian suddenly felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and he was cracking open like a walnut. “Blaine.” He said looking down at the floor. Normally Sebastian didn’t admit weakness. But now he felt lost and Blaine was literally his only lifeline. So he simply said what was on his mind. “I’m scared. “
"It’s okay I understand it’s not like I have either," Blaine said as he leaned into the hug and wrapped his arms tighter around his husband, "and I’ve never been poor, but I know that college is about living on crappy food little cash and making your dreams come true, and one thing I know beyond a shadow of a doubt is that you are my future. We’ll make this work it’s not going to be easy but we will." Blaine slipped down onto the couch and watched as Sebastian slowly crumbled under the stress and pressure. He kneeled down in front of him and pulled his face to meet his, "I know you are scared, I am too but we have to have faith if not in anything else, " he linked his hands with Seb’s, "us this our marriage our love. Money doesn’t buy happiness, but you are my happiness." Blaine unlinked his hands and sat down on the couch before wrapping his arms back around Sebastian, "what do you say we forego the crappy Chinese, order pizza, drink the leftover beer and have sex," he whispered lightly against Seb’s ear.
Never in a million years did Sebastian think he’d feel nostalgic and remorseful about leaving Ohio. In his mind, he’d always pictured his exodus like something of a parade. He would be happy and he wouldn’t even look back at the town. Of course he’d come back for holidays with his family…but…now none of that was happening.
Sebastian had no family. Not anymore. When he’d come out in Paris, his father said, ‘Well son, this wasn’t how I pictured your life when you were little. But you’re my only son and I love you no matter what.’ Apparently whom to love needed to be on his father’s terms though. When Sebastian got married a few weeks before graduation, his father cut him off completely because Sebastian refused to have the marriage annulled. Now, armed with a small amount of cash and his trust for college tuition, he was moving into Cooper Anderson’s New York loft to be with his husband. No matter what happened. Sebastian knew that Blaine was no mistake and he wasn’t about to turn his back on something that felt this right.
“Hey.” He smiled dropping a box and wiped sweat from his brow. “Thanks.” Taking a swig, he looked at the bottle. “Can we afford to buy water? What about New York tap water? It has to be drinkable right”
Blaine tightened his grip around Sebastian and chuckled at his water comment, “I didn’t buy the water it was already here. Cooper stocked the fridge before he and Trin left for LA. I can only hope they changed the sheets.” He shifted and smiled against his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss there, “besides I’m pretty sure New York tap water is drinkable, and there is always a Pur or a Brita filter.”
Blaine was doing his best to ease Sebastian’s mind, but the fact was there wasn’t much to ease. They had been cut off and told to prove that the marriage would last. Seb had refused to anul their marriage, and Blaine’s father being as indifferent as he was blamed a phase and sent him packing as well. Cooper was helpful by letting them live in the loft, but the next few months would be tough. Rough even, and Blaine hoped they could get through them.
He placed another gentle kiss to the side of Seb’s mouth and smiled, “so what’s on the agenda for dinner? We can cook or use what little cash we have to find the best cheap Chinese takeout in Soho?”
sebastian-warbler-secrets-deact asked: [Text] I told you. I put a red sock in with the whites. But I hear pink is back in this year. So that's cool right?
[text] unless my white dress shirt was in there I can deal with a pink hue to everything.
sebastian-warbler-secrets-deact asked: [Text] On a scale of 1-10 how angry would you be if I put a red sock in with the whites? Hypothetically... of course
[Text] Ummm…what did you do?
Blaine groaned as he tossed his duffle bag of clothes on the bed and laid back against the pillows. His whole chest burned from hauling boxes and bags, but it was so worth it he was finally in New York. He twirled the ring on his finger before standing up and walking out to the kitchen to wait on his husband. Husband. A simple word really but it had brought quite a bit of drama to his life. Blaine knew that proposing and getting married all in the heat of the moment on the last trip to New York would cause massive panic in his family and his and Sebastian’s relationship with Kurt, but what he hadn’t known was that their sudden marriage would cut Sebastian off completely from his family. The last few weeks at Dalton had been bittersweet. He and Sebastian had tried to mend the trust they had shattered with Kurt, but he ended up walking out of the relationship. Cooper and Trinity moved off to LA for her to begin school and finish her transition, so rather than attempt to stick around Lima till the beginning of the semester they made the decision to start their time in New York one week after graduation. Blaine pulled his head out of the fridge and cracked the seal on the water bottle he was holding. The cool water felt amazing as it touched his lips and cooled his throat. He took another deep breath as he looked out the windows before seeing Sebastian walk in and drop another box on the ground, “hey,” he whispered before wrapping his arms around him and handing him the water, “you look beat.”
It’s a good thing Coop’s Loft is Furnished. We’d have to buy a Futon with money we don’t have.
We’re so fortunate he’s letting us stay here!
Shane thought for a moment before shrugging. “They probably will since I’ll complain about bad high levels of stress like I always do and they will want to check up on her…Since thats kind of the point in complaining. And…I want to know the gender. I want to rub it in Sebastians face when we find out it’s a girl so he can settle his little ass down.” She glanced around the room, as how a couple of other people looked up at them and just smiled in a certain way. A little bit of happy mixed in with a little bit of jealousy. She wanted to get up right there and tell them that he was gay and mot her boyfriend. That he was there to see his child not to help her, though she always knew that was why Blaine was here…
Shane placed a hand on her ever growing stomach, exhaling before closing her eyes for just a moment. Before long they called her name and Shane glanced at Blaine with a small smile on her lips. “Come on, now comes the fun stuff where I get poked at!”
Blaine smiled as he listened to what Shane was saying, and he liked that she was constantly wanting her checked on. He smiled a bit as he looked around the room and noticed a few of the other women looking at them. If they only knew how uncomfortable this whole situation was they wouldn’t be looking at them in awe they would be looking at them with pity. He heard Shane’s name called and smiled at the nurse as he stood up and followed listening to them chatter on about how Shane was feeling, her stress levels, etc. He watched as they stuck her finger to check her sugar, sent her to pee in a cup to check for possible kidney issues, and that’s when he heard his name and snapped out of the slight daze and turned to Shane who was getting ready for the ultrasound, “is it like this at every appointment?”
sebastian-warbler-secrets-deact asked: [text] I'll make us a reservation. Tell Kurt. Make sure he's okay with having Burt-Time
[text] I’m pretty sure he will be okay with it considering everything. I’ll message him. I love you.
sebastian-warbler-secrets-deact asked: [text] Sounds good.
[text] I say we go to the country club and give Kurt the night with Burt.
sebastian-warbler-secrets-deact asked: [text] I love you. I miss you.
[text] I love you and I miss you too. I think you and I need a date.