“Thanks for the coffee,” Blaine said, taking the cup from Sebastian as the other boy took a seat across the table.

“It was the least I could do after I behaved so gracelessly,” Sebastian said, taking a sip from his own cup.

Blaine sat straight upright in his chair, scrutinizing the other boy. “So, what, you figure out that the council isn't going to just roll over for the great Sebastian Smythe, and move on to bribery?”

“If I were to bribe you, you'd know you've been bribed, believe me.” Sebastian chuckled lazily, his eyes roaming Blaine's body. “No, it just seemed like a good way to get you alone. Besides, you said you'd instruct me on the proper care and feeding of our fine, feathered friend here.” Sebastian gestured quickly to the birdcage on the table, causing its inhabitant to flutter about.

Blaine took a tense sip of his coffee, spitting it back out as he caught the aside. “Wait, what?”

“You know, the bird?” Sebastian jerked his thumb towards the cage again. “Pavarotti, was it? Cute. I'm not particularly good with animals, so I would appreciate some advice.” Sebastian grinned at Blaine, pleased at having ruffled the feathers of more than one patron at the table.

Blaine blushed and played with the cardboard ring on his coffee cup. “Well, um, it's not that hard. Just keep things clean, make sure he has food and water and fresh air. Cover the cage at night or if he gets stressed out. He likes to spill his seeds, so be careful about that.”

“He likes to spill his seed, huh? We have something in common already.”

Blaine sputtered. “I, um... that's not what I... his food, he knocks it over... sometimes, I think he does it on purpose...” He trailed off as he futilely attempted to explain.

“Your whole bashful schoolboy thing? Super hot. And I love all of the accidental innuendo. You and I should stay in sometime.”

“Look, Sebastian... I'm flattered. But I'm not really the one night stand type.” Blaine pressed his lips together resolutely before taking another sip of coffee.

“Don't knock it until you've tried me. But I could take you out on an actual date, if you like. Never let it be said that I'm not a gentleman.” Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, already certain of what the eventual answer would be but curious as to how long Blaine would hold out.

“Like I said, I'm flattered, but...”

“Come on, you're hot, I'm hot...” Sebastian interrupted. “Give me one good reason why not?”

* * * * *

“That was incredible,” Kurt whispered into Sebastian's hair, holding him tightly on the back porch. “I'm glad you decided to come over tonight. When can I see you again?”

“I'm going to be pretty busy these next few weeks, but for you,” Sebastian paused to run his hand up Kurt's thigh, giving his ass a quick squeeze, “I can make myself available.”

“I'm looking forward to our two-month anniversary dinner next weekend. It's going to be a special night. I... I wanted to tell you... you know, you mean so much to me, Bas...” Kurt began, cut off as Sebastian captured his mouth in another firm kiss.

“I gotta get back, it's really late,” Sebastian said, pulling away from Kurt with their hands still connected, then finally turning and walking to his car.

“Goodnight,” Kurt whispered.

As Sebastian pulled into the parking lot back at Dalton, his phone buzzed.

From: Killer

Can't sleep. Miss you. Are you awake?

He sighed and tapped out a quick response. Blaine would occasionally get a little needy late at night. It was tempting, but Sebastian was tired.

To: Killer

Just headed to bed, actually.

The response flashed back a moment later.

From: Killer

Sleep is overrated. I could come up to your room instead?

Sebastian considered the offer, giving himself a quick sniff. He smelled rather obviously like sex. This wasn't going to work.

To: Killer

Rain check? You wouldn't want to keep me from my beauty sleep.

From: Killer

Okay, sexy. Sweet dreams.

* * * * *

Sebastian looked up from the rack of dress shirts he was examining, his attention drawn by a truly exquisite ass sashaying out of his field of vision.

The ass belonged to a pair of mile-long legs, and was followed by two loud, teenage girls.

“Kurt, that would look amazing on you,” the first girl, a brunette, exclaimed, selecting a soft, gray leather jacket with far too many straps. “You have to try it on. You simply must.” She thrust the coat hanger into his hands and spun him around, pushing him towards the dressing room.

“Rachel, although it frightens me to say this, I tend to agree. It would look amazing.” Kurt held the jacket at arm's length, then paused to hold it up to his body in front of a nearby mirror. “Let's check the price before I get too carried away. I'm already technically over budget for the month.”

Kurt reached for the price tag and his eyes went wide. He pulled it closer to his face and read it over again. He squared his shoulders and held the jacket at arm's length, contemplating it.

“Sorry, beautiful, I'm going to have to leave you behind,” he addressed the jacket. “Maybe in a few months you'll go on sale.” He turned to the girls, who were looking at him with surprise. “Ever since my dad bought the new house, money has been a little tight. My budget isn't what it used to be. More's the pity.”

“Oh, Kurt,” the brunette murmured while stroking the lapel of the jacket, “that's such a shame. Have you thought about trying to make some extra money? Maybe you could be a tutor. I would do that if my dads didn't buy me everything I need. You're smart, and your grades are good enough.”

“That's actually a good idea,” the other girl added, “What about French? You're so good at it you don't even belong in that class. I've seen ads on Craigslist for private tutors, and they charge a bundle.”

“Thanks, Mercedes,” the boy grinned, “I'll take a look when I get home. Goodbye for now, my dear,” the last part addressed to the jacket.

“Craigslist, huh?” Sebastian whispered to himself as he observed the scene from behind a column. “Bienvenue à mon territoire, mon ami.”

* * * * *

Blaine clenched the sheets in his fists, a wave of tension moving through his arms, rippling all the way down his back. Sebastian smoothed his palms over the olive skin, covered with a light sheen of sweat, shining in the early morning sun streaming through the window. He proceeded to press kisses into Blaine's shoulder, waiting for the other boy to relax around him.

“Okay,” Blaine gasped. “You can move.”

Sebastian moved his hands to Blaine's hips and dug his fingers into the flesh, grinding their hips together slowly. He nuzzled into the curve of Blaine's neck, biting lightly into his shoulder at the rush of sensation.

Blaine groaned low in his chest. “Too slow... more, Seb. Please... give me what I want,” he begged.

Sebastian closed his eyes and indulged in a few more slow thrusts, brushing his lips across the nape of Blaine's neck, before dropping his forehead to rest on Blaine's shoulder. For a moment, he indulged in the scent of Blaine's skin: a mix of sweat, spicy cologne, hair gel and a hint of cigarette smoke. Sebastian realized that Blaine must have played a set at a bar the night before, as he occasionally did when he wasn't in Sebastian's room.

Sebastian ran his hands up Blaine's sides, feeling the warm skin with core muscles moving underneath, thrumming in time to Blaine's moans. As he did, the moans morphed into needy whimpers, and Blaine wiggled his ass ever so slightly.

Sebastian braced his hands under his shoulders and began to thrust more quickly. He grit his teeth, focused on containing his arousal while building into the hard, pounding rhythm that would make Blaine come apart.

“Nnngh... right there, Seb,” Blaine whispered huskily as Sebastian found the perfect angle. Sebastian shifted to brace himself on his elbows and nipped Blaine's shoulder blade, thrusting steadily and directly against Blaine's prostate.

“Seb, that's it,” Blaine moaned, “that's exactly what I needed. Don't stop.”

The flush and the heat rolling off of Blaine's body told Sebastian that he was getting close to his orgasm. Sebastian grabbed Blaine's shoulders and increased the force of his thrusts, an obscene slapping sound ringing out through the room. Blaine's moans ran together into a long, low whine.

Blaine came hard against the sheets, clenching internal muscles and moaning Sebastian's name. He arched his back, then went completely limp in Sebastian's arms. Sebastian's orgasm followed soon after, and he filled the condom while gasping hot breath into Blaine's hair.

Sebastian pulled out and slowly pried his fingers off of Blaine's shoulders, flipping onto his back and tugging the short boy into the crook of his arm.

“I'm so lucky, Seb...” Blaine murmured sleepily, nuzzling into Sebastian's shoulder. “I know,” the taller boy grinned in response, kissing Blaine's hair.

After an hour spent alternately dozing and watching Blaine sleep, Sebastian slipped away from the cozy position and got dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed and laced his shoes, moving carefully to make as little noise as possible.

His efforts at stealth were in vain, however, since Blaine's head lifted from the pillow before Sebastian was able to slip out of the door. “Hey you,” he said.

“Hey,” Sebastian said, smiling. “I didn't want to wake you.”

“Why don't we go out tonight?” Blaine asked, blinking sleepily. “Dinner?”

“Sure thing, Killer,” Sebastian said, his hand on the knob.

“I miss you already,” Blaine said, snuggling back down into the pillow, missing the pained look on Sebastian's face as he closed the door swiftly behind him.