What the hell am I doing here?

Another kiss, then a pair of lips trailed across his jaw, right below his ear.

I’m such a dumbass. But this feels so good…

Hot breath ghosted over his ear, coming out in a whisper. “Tell me what you want, babe.”

I want nothing to do with you. You and your smart comments, and your soft, brown hair, and your good looks, and god your arms feel so strong on my sides, how often do you go to the gym?

The mouth left his neck, and he looked up, meeting smoldering eyes. “You tensed up there for a moment, babe. Worrying about what your ‘boo’ will think?”

He hesitated a moment, before closing his eyes and nodding.

The other leaned in again, their lips a hair’s length apart. “Don’t worry, babe. You don’t have to let Kurt know any of this happened. You left your phone at the party, and you got home late.” He didn’t respond, averting his eyes. A hand against his cheek brought his attention back to the body hovering above him. “Blaine, be with me tonight.”

Sebastian closed the distance, electricity racing through his veins, electricity Blaine didn’t feel. His hands tugged at Blaine’s gelled locks as Blaine swallowed down his moans in a lust-filled fervor, just imagining that this was Kurt above him, that this was his boyfriend, that this tall brunette with more masculine qualities than Kurt and less worry about his hair and—

But this wasn’t Kurt. This was Sebastian, who had spent the most part of a Warblers Christmas party – a party Blaine had been kindly invited to by Wes and David and Thad – staring at his ass, watching his every move, and no-doubt planning this “after party” he had dragged Blaine into back at his dorm room, conveniently empty of his roommate. But then again, this was Dalton’s holiday break, so why wouldn’t the roommate be absent?

Sebastian’s lips returned to Blaine’s neck, sucking a hickey onto his hairline. He chuckled into Blaine’s skin, sending nervous shivers down Blaine’s spine. “Don’t worry, your boy will never know a thing so long as you gel your hair just right; I promise.”

Why was that such a relief to Blaine?

Why did this feel so good to Blaine?

Why did everything Sebastian do, every spot Sebastian touched, kissed, sucked, feel so goddamned good?

Blaine bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stop a moan escaping, but Sebastian felt the vibration of it rumbling up his throat.

“Don’t be afraid to get loud, babe.”

“Stop calling me babe,” Blaine finally spoke, albeit breathily.

Sebastian squeezed Blaine’s hip lightly, evoking a resisted grunt. “Just like that, babe.”

“I told you,” a betraying moan, “I’m not your ‘babe’.”

Sebastian sighed, mouthing down Blaine’s neck. Sebastian skimmed his fingers up from Blaine’s hips, up his sensitive sides, until he was toying with that pesky Dalton-esque bowtie. Bowties. How Sebastian loathed bowties. Regular ties were easy – you can get a hold of them easily, tug them, tug their wearer closer to your, and they can easily be loosened to the point that they slipped easily around and off one’s neck over their head. Bowties, however elegant they are, are small and difficult to handle with messy, needy fingers in the beginning of a fun night in. Although, Sebastian had to admit, Blaine knew how to rock the small clothing article with style and class.

It took longer than he would have liked, but finally Sebastian got the knot undone. Now if only he could get the knot of Blaine’s relationship to come undone under his fingers, he’d be in business.

Pulling the fabric from Blaine’s neck and throwing it to the side of the room, Sebastian made quick work of Blaine’s shirt buttons, kissing his way down Blaine’s fit chest, reveling in the dark hairs that covered it. He moaned, “Babe, you’re so hot.”

Blaine growled at the term, but decided against complaining. If Sebastian hadn’t stopped at Blaine’s request already, there was a good chance the brunette wouldn’t give in to future requests, either.

“Mmm, babe, I love those sounds you make. It lets me know I’m doing a good job.”

God, you’re doing a good job, I promise.

Blaine gasped suddenly. “Again,” he mumbled, “again, god please do that again.”

Blaine felt Sebastian’s smile against his stomach. Then, the wet sensation returned to his belly button, warm and smooth and ever-present.

God, I wish Kurt did this to me.

Blaine’s half-lidded eyes shot open at his sudden, betraying thought, and he flinched. Sebastian paused, lifting his head back to Blaine’s. “What is it babe? Did I do something you didn’t like?”

Blaine was panting, trying to catch his breath after the bodily assault and trying to figure out if he really meant what he thought.

“Blaine, babe, answer me. Please.”

Blaine rested his hand on Sebastian’s blazer-clad shoulder, pushing the Warbler off of him so he could sit up himself.

Sebastian just observed, never taking his eyes from Blaine’s, patiently awaiting Blaine’s answer.

Finally, Blaine spoke up. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” It’s all me. I’m the one that’s in the wrong. I’m the one that’s cheating on my boyfriend. You’re just aiding and abetting my crime against love.

Shit, when did I get all poem-y with my thoughts?

“I just… started having second thoughts… for a second there…” Blaine kept his head down, but Sebastian brought his chin up with his fingers soon enough.

“Look at me, babe. Look at me.” Sebastian took a breath, “It’s all physical. This has nothing to do with your feelings for Kurt or whatever. This is about getting off after a long night of partying and no boyfriend to go home to.”

Blaine forced a smile before Sebastian leaned in and kissed him, slow and meticulous and full of feeling.

Feeling that wasn’t supposed to be there.

Shit.

Despite his thoughts of Kurt, Blaine kissed back, deepening the kiss and heating up the room, trying to get away from the nice, romantic feelings and get back to the steamy one-night stand – Hopefully just one night – he was supposed to be having. Here. With Sebastian. In a dorm room, unfamiliar aside from the standard furniture and layout of all Dalton two-bed dorms.

Ugh, what the hell was Blaine’s problem?

But he was too far in and far too hard to stop now, and he really needed to get Sebastian out of that blazer.

How Blaine wished he could have done the same to Kurt while they were both here at Dalton, while they were both wearing blazers and just a few rooms down the hall from each other. They could have done so much more, so much earlier, but he wasn’t complaining. He and Kurt got together in the end, although it did take some time. But by the time they were finally ready for everything, they were both at McKinley, and he had already met Sebastian, and god why hadn’t Blaine kept at least one of his blazers, one of those striped ties, to relive what he could have had with Kurt before he left Dalton? Why was Blaine so stupid sometimes?

“Babe, come back to reality and enjoy this moment with me.” It was at that point that Blaine realized that, lost in his thoughts, he’d stopped kissing back.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice rough, his lips swollen. He leaned back into Sebastian, crushing the brunette’s lips against his own and smiling at the surprised moan Sebastian made. Blaine’s hands made their way to Sebastian’s neck, massaging it before slipping down to his wide shoulders, slipping under the collar of the unbuttoned blazer and sliding it off those shoulders. God, why couldn’t Kurt’s shoulders be this perfect under his hands.

No, don’t think like that. Kurt is perfect just how he is.

Blaine broke the kiss first, and Sebastian was about to protest when Blaine’s tongue painted a wet stripe up the side of his neck.

“Ungh, god babe, yes – unh – just like that,” Sebastian managed to gasp out in between breaths. He threw his head back, allowing more access for Blaine and that wonderful tongue of his, as Blaine’s hands rubbed over his shoulders, up and down his arms, before tugging Sebastian’s white shirt out of his trousers. He fumbled with the buttons, but finally managed to get them all free.

What lay before him was a lean stomach that would make even Mike Chang jealous. The taught muscle rippled as Blaine stared in awe. God, it was like his old fantasies were coming true, the one’s he’d conjure up before he’d met Kurt. Muscled men holding him down with their strong arms as they fucked him into the mattress, gripping his head firmly as he sucked their cocks dry, the things he thought he’d wanted as a na�ve young teenager that just hit puberty.

He knew he shouldn’t have thought it, but he really wanted Sebastian to do that to him. Like, right now.
Sebastian shrugged the shirt off his shoulders while Blaine ran his hands up and down his stomach, leaning in and kissing each ab muscle until he reached the curve of Sebastian’s hipbone and the hem of his pants.

He may just regret this for the rest of his life, but right now he didn’t really care.