Title: Party All The Time
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M+
Characters/Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe, various Warblers in the background
Word Count: 6,612
Summary: Seblaine Week 2014: Day 4 (Free Day). They've just won Sectionals over the reigning Nationals champions, so he should be celebrating with his teammates. It's hard to celebrate though when the object of your year-long infatuation shows up, apparently determined to get drunk off his perfectly perky ass.
Warnings/Spoilers: Probably some ooc-ness given Blaine's actions. Sexual shenanigans.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the FOX universe.

An enormous thank you and shoutout to the magnificence of rrrumbleroar on Tumblr for being a stupendously amazing beta for this.

The house smelled of alcohol, sweat and various male colognes which were so low-class they were more akin to being called bug spray than cologne. At least the music was decently acceptable, but he'd expect nothing less from a playlist of Jeff's music. He'd arrived and congratulated the boys – his boys, regardless of whatever Clarington said – and accepted drinks and pats on the back in return. It may have been Clarington's ludicrous idea to sing those songs, but it was Nick's vocal arrangement and Sebastian's choreography that had led them to win.

Gradually, though, he'd begun to fade into the background, isolating himself into a corner while nursing a drink. He'd felt like an outsider since the slushie incident, more used to glares than grace, and it hadn't been helped when he'd been replaced by Clarington as leader. In the past six months, he'd mellowed into someone who was trying to be nice, trying to be genuine, without being so much of a jerk. Blaine had taught him that, Blaine had made him realise he desperately needed to change.

Perhaps that was why he'd retreated so quickly from a conversation with Jack and Trent when he'd seen Blaine walk in with his arm looped through Nick's. They'd been late – Sebastian supposed there had been a New Directions commiseration party that Nick had rescued the other boy from – and he knew they weren't together but… He'd heard about Blaine's break-up with Hummel from the Dalton grapevine, despite not knowing the exact reasons behind it. He could offer dozens, most of them which involved Blaine being a gift which Hummel had never appreciated properly, but no one seemed entirely certain on details. It hadn't mattered to him and now that he had Blaine in the same area, breathing the same stale air, he was allowed the opportunity to observe the other boy in a manner which he was rarely accustomed.

It became obvious that Sebastian held his alcohol better than Blaine. The other boy had consumed several drinks too many and looked about as loose as a wet noodle. His hair was getting curlier than Sebastian had ever seen it as he danced and the gel helmet dissolved under the sweat. His clothes, usually so preppy and perfect and put-together, had become askew with all the grabbing at other boys to dance with him. The plaid bow tie had been abandoned a while ago, although Sebastian wasn't actually sure where it had gone. Maybe Trent was arranging to have it framed as part of the Blaine Shrine in his room.

Not that he was watching Blaine terribly closely or anything.

He tore his eyes away in an attempt to refocus on whatever Nick was adamantly explaining to Jeff, while Jack nodded along and supplied the occasional hand gesture. For all his hope that the conversation would be interesting enough to hold his attention, Sebastian found his interest waning and his eyes wandered back to where Blaine had his arms looped around Clarington's waist, his eyes sparkling as he animatedly talked about who knew what and pressed his face to Clarington's chest. Despite how distinctly uncomfortable Clarington looked – and the amusement Sebastian felt as Clarington cast his eyes around in an attempt to find someone who could disengage Blaine's grabby tendencies – jealousy still flooded him. He had become bitter rivals with Clarington over the direction to take the Warblers and to see Blaine all over that guy, when Blaine had barely even said hello to him all night…

Dammit. Stop watching him.

Fed up with his poor ability to focus on a conversation that had never really included him, he excused himself for a fresh drink. It had the added bonus of allowing allowed him to turn his back to Blaine, forcing his attention on an alcoholic drink to numb himself with or whether he should be switching to soda in case he had to drive someone home. Like a very obviously drunk Blaine. He was fairly sure no one else was going to be sober enough to walk in a straight line later.

With a sigh, he poured himself a Coke and stepped outside onto the balcony of Jeff's place. It was entirely too dark outside, like stepping into a black void that wrapped around him with a cloak, but at least it was quieter. Conversations weren't being shouted at him and music wasn't vibrating through his chest cavity.

He knew he was lying to himself.

Mostly it was because outside, he didn't have to see Blaine.

He actually wasn't entirely sure why Blaine was here. He assumed it was Clarington's attempt at encouraging Blaine back to the Warblers now that they'd won Sectionals. Their previous plan of trophy stealing had failed, and why wouldn't it? New Directions had won Nationals and were Blaine's new family of classless public school students.

Until one of those girls with no standards had collapsed on stage and ruined the chances of New Directions winning.

If they could lure Blaine back, he could be their secret weapon at Regionals – or rather, their other secret weapon that Clarington had insisted many of the boys needed – and maybe they could even take Nationals. Without New Directions to face, they had a chance for the first time in many years of Dalton history. Trent had researched the archived records of show choir history, he'd proudly announced at a meeting during the week

Which was probably just Wes Montgomery's brain, if Sebastian was a betting man.

Sebastian suspected that the plan to secure Blaine's allegiance swap was an unwinnable one. The boy had seemed more interested in forgetting the pain that Sebastian had witnessed in the shiny reflection of his eyes and the flat, anxious line of his pointy eyebrows when he'd walked in than any other dastardly plan.

Not that Sebastian catalogued Blaine's expressions that closely or anything.

The soda eventually disappeared and the cold had begun to seep beneath his skin. He couldn't complain though, because the cold was refreshing and reminded him of his years in Paris. Too often, he wished he'd never left. If he'd stayed with his grandmama like she'd hoped, he wouldn't have met Blaine and fallen harder for someone than he'd ever believed possible. His dreams wouldn't be filled with the press of full, pink lips or the sound of gasped breaths when his hands dug into soft skin.

It didn't matter how many nights he tried to relieve himself of those images with the reality of someone else's body, they still returned. His reputation of brief hook-ups, one which wasn't entirely underserved, had actually abated after meeting Blaine. It felt like seeing those trusting eyes and feeling that firm handshake had made him realise he needed to turn his life around. He wanted to show someone he was a valid option, that he was capable of being something more.

He wanted to show Blaine.

If only Blaine wasn't thoroughly hung up on Kurt fucking Hummel.

A cheer went up from inside and he glanced over his shoulder at his friends through the glass door. His teammates were raising red cups in celebration and he presumed it was some sort of toast, possibly to winning Sectionals. He grunted and looked again at the endless black outside, breathing in the loneliness which was so alarmingly familiar.

The balcony door slid open behind him. "Everyone's had enough to drink that Spin The Bottle sounds awesome," Trent's excited voice said, slurring over some of the vowels. Sebastian rolled his eyes. He'd thought his friends were Juniors, Seniors, respected members of a respected school group. Instead, they seemed like the same sort of idiots that featured on trashy American teen movies. "Are you coming? You know you want to."

Sebastian wasn't sure he could sit in a circle and feel the fluttering anticipation of someone having to kiss him, two bodies moving across the group to meet in the middle and exchange some form of affection. The Warblers were an accepting enough group that some often used this game as a chance to experiment. He wondered if not-even-remotely-bicurious Clarington would get involved.

But there was another option, one which was worse, one which made his fingers tingle with jealousy. Perhaps he'd have to watch Blaine lean across the circle, watch Blaine kiss someone, and be left with only the envy of wishing it was him. It could crawl up from his stomach and strangle his throat, but as the most sober one here, it probably meant he was the responsible one. If something got out of hand and two people had to be separated, then perhaps he was the only one capable of doing that. It wasn't that he was being protective, but…smart.

Or at least, that was how he was choosing to rationalise why he huffed at Trent and pushed past him inside to take a seat among the irregular circle of boys. A few of the younger ones had chosen not to participate, their innocent – probably straight – eyes wide as they stared at the upperclassmen. Sebastian wondered if he should have sat with them instead, reputation be damned.

Jeff spun the bottle and all eyes watched it skitter around the carpet until it landed on Michael, some red-headed sophomore they'd brought in because his tenor voice could basically match anyone else's pitch perfectly and he was able to explain what others needed to do with their throats to get them to find the right pitch. Mostly, he was some sort of music geek that Sebastian had never had much time for because he'd never had a pitch problem.

Jeff was enthusiastic as he clambered into the middle of the circle, a little too enthusiastic if Sebastian were being honest. He blamed the endless amounts of alcohol that seemed to keep being refreshed by magical alcohol fairies. Jeff's cheeks were pink when he pulled away and Michael looked rather speechless, staring down at the ground with an equally flushed face.

Sebastian glanced across to Nick, who looked to be gritting his teeth, and then at Blaine. The boy was averting his eyes from the exchange and the tips of his ears were red, but Sebastian wasn't sure if it was because he was embarrassed or drunk.

The bottle continued spinning around the group but, perhaps thankfully, it never landed on Sebastian. He wasn't sure what he'd have done if it had because he only had eyes for one boy in the circle. Unfortunately, that boy had scored a kiss off Nick – to the cheek, because Nick had argued they were too much like brothers – and Jason, who'd had no problem launching himself at Blaine. Sebastian tried to crush the feeling of hauling both of them away and hauling them off the balcony, perhaps even tossing Jason off a second time. Blaine wasn't his. Blaine never had been his, nor would he ever be his. He had no right to keep feeling like this.

Michael and Justin rose and wandered away, fed up with waiting for the bottle to reach them to spin. It gave Sebastian the cue he needed to leave the circle as well, despite only having to wait for another three boys to spin it. If he wasn't going to get to kiss anyone, then he sure as hell wasn't going to continue watching Blaine have the opportunities to do it.

He moved into the kitchen and took out his phone to give himself a distraction, browsing through his Facebook feed where nothing seemed to be happening – probably because almost everyone he knew was at this party – and then checking his emails. He had very little to actually do on his phone but he just needed something to distract him from the memory of Jason's hand sliding up to cradle Blaine's cheek as the kiss had deepened and-

"Come with me." Jeff's hand was tight around his elbow, hauling him away from the kitchen counter with a startled yelp as the memories shattered away.

"What are you-"

He was shoved into an oversized linen closet without much grace, knowing that something would get bruised tomorrow. Like Jeff's face, Sebastian mused, trying to grab at the delighted blond's enormous grin before the door slammed shut. He heard the lock click and wondered who on earth kept a lock on the outside of their linen closet door.

"Unlike you, Jeffrey, I came out of the closet years ago!" he hollered. He had no idea if Jeff was still on the other side but it was the best he had as his heart raced at being trapped, remembering Jeff's enthusiasm for kissing anyone at the circle tonight. It had confirmed his long-held suspicions about both him and a certain glowering brunette who had been visibly twitching whenever Jeff had the opportunity to kiss someone.

"I don't think that will woooooooork."

Sebastian flinched at the slurred voice and turned around, noticing Blaine coming out of a corner. It seemed the linen closet had another section towards the back that branched off to the laundry. The realisation that he was trapped in a closet with Blaine made the situation both a thousand times more appealing and distracting. How on earth was he ever meant to keep his hands to himself?

He tried to settle his feet against the ground, cautiously assessing Blaine's state. His clothes were in disarray, his face flushed, as he ran his palms over the folded towels as if they were the softest thing he'd ever felt. Sebastian could feel his heart rate slowly increasing as he struggled to contain his desire to reach out and touch what had long been forbidden.

"And why won't it work?" he finally asked, when it seemed like Blaine had become thoroughly distracted by a set of blue bed sheets.

"They have a habit of locking people into closets for a while. Looks like it's you and me this time." Blaine at least had the ability to look apologetic when his eyes turned towards Sebastian, but he looked so uncomfortable that it just ended up hurting Sebastian. Clearly Blaine didn't want to be here.

"Delightful. How long will this torture last then?"

Blaine shrugged and stepped away from the towels and sheets, stumbling a little. Sebastian automatically stepped forward to catch him but the boy was already pressing himself into a wall for support, leaving Sebastian's arms ridiculously outstretched for someone who didn't want them. "Varies. Five minutes. An hour. More."

An hour.

In a locked closet.

With Blaine.

Great.

Blaine's eyes closed and he released a quiet sigh. It drew Sebastian's attention towards him. He could see the exhaustion in Blaine's expression, in every line of his face, but he also couldn't help admiring the length of his eyelashes fanning against his skin. He gazed at the fullness of Blaine's lips that were still a little red from the kiss with Jason and the curve of his jaw, wondering what it would feel like to cup it as Jason had done. He noticed the bend to Blaine's nose and wondered if it was genetically trait or if it had been broken and not set properly. He wondered how soft the skin of Blaine's neck was compared to the faint prickle of stubble he could see speckling his jawline.

"I miss him so much sometimes," Blaine said, his quiet voice disturbing Sebastian's cataloguing of Blaine's face.

"Who? Hummel?"

"Mmm…" Blaine's eyes opened, all dark hazel and empty and sad. It drew Sebastian closer until barely a couple of feet were between them. "I miss being held, being loved. Sometimes it hurts too much to breathe."

"Blaine…" Sebastian reached out in an attempt to offer comfort, his hand hovering near Blaine's shoulder, before he thought better of it. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to stop touching once he started and what did he know about offering comfort anyway? "He doesn't deserve your distress."

"You don't get it. I broke his heart and I broke mine and I hate myself for it." Blaine glanced at the hand and then back to Sebastian's face, and something in his expression was enough for Sebastian to break his resolve of only seconds ago, lowering his hand to grasp Blaine's shoulder. Blaine shuddered beneath his hand, but didn't demand its removal.

"I don't understand the guilt. I've never hurt someone that much." It was probably a lie. Sebastian had hurt a lot of people. He'd hurt Blaine so badly that he'd nearly lost an eye. But Sebastian had never truly had a relationship before and suspected that the pain of losing someone you loved didn't really compare to Sebastian watching Blaine chase after unworthy people. "But…there's a lot to like about you and you just need to find it again."

"Like what?"

It was the genuine doubt in Blaine's eyes that made Sebastian cross the invisible barrier between them, pressing into the bubble that Blaine kept around himself. It hurt him to know that Blaine had lost all the confidence that had once made his smile bright and easy. Within seconds, they had gone from feet apart to inches with Sebastian's hand tilting Blaine's chin to hold his gaze. It made him dizzy to have Blaine so close, where every second seemed to take as long as an hour.

"Like your honesty," he said, his voice soft but certain. "You don't hide your honesty or your compassion. I've lost count of how many times I've said your talented." Sebastian swallowed, hard, when the corners of Blaine's eyes twitched into a tiny smile, distracting him from what he wanted to say. "You used to have so much hope and I… I know you're resilient to go back to a pathetic public school when you had the world at your feet at Dalton."

Sebastian hoped Blaine remembered none of this in the morning. It was embarrassing to finally speak his mind to someone he'd been enamoured by for so long. If Blaine told others that he did, in fact, have a heart then it would shatter his reputation. He also suspected it would break his heart too to hear Blaine potentially laugh at how pathetic he truly had become in his desire for the boy.

Blaine looked like he was on the verge of crying and Sebastian wished he could take away all the pain in his expression. "You made a mistake, Blaine." He might not have known what had happened and he couldn't pretend that something hadn't happened, but he hated how broken Blaine seemed to be over it. "But you know we all make mistakes. You know I've made plenty. And yet no one here hates you, so you just… You shouldn't hate yourself either."

"Seb, I…" A tear dragged down Blaine's cheek that Sebastian thumbed away without really thinking. This boy was his undoing, over and over and over again. He gazed into Blaine's eyes, hoping his sincerity filtered into a part of the boy's drink-addled brain and helped soothe the wounds that he clearly hadn't healed from yet.

There was a long pause in which neither really knew what to say. Sebastian had said his piece and silent tears kept spilling down Blaine's cheek, but he couldn't pull away. There was a growing discomfort at the intimacy of holding Blaine's face building in his chest, because he'd never been this close to anyone and not taken advantage of them. His heart pounded, achingly hard, in his chest at the handful of inches which separated them, his desire for the boy threatening to swallow him whole.

As much as he kept trying to remove himself from Blaine's life, something always drew him back in. Perhaps it was Blaine's obliviousness, or perhaps it was Sebastian's desperation to prove himself, but he was hopelessly entangled in wanting this boy in front of him.

Blaine's hands curled around his waist and into his shirt, tight enough that Sebastian could feel the shaking of his fingers. He glanced down and then back up again, eyebrow raising in a silent question. It was dangerous to pull him closer because he was fairly certain that he wouldn't stop until he'd consumed the other boy. Or, maybe, until the other boy had consumed him and his fantasies of what Blaine's lips felt like had finally been fulfilled.

Blaine shook his head, his brow crinkling in confusion. It seemed like he didn't really know what he wanted or what to say as he pulled Sebastian down and pressed himself up. Sebastian should have resisted, he really, really should have, but their lips met somewhere in the middle and after that…

Well, after that, his brain kind of just gave out on him.

The lips he'd dreamt about kissing were on his, fuller than he'd imagined as they pressed against his and greedier in their unyielding demand for closeness. His lips tasted of the salty chips and bitter beer Sebastian knew he'd been eating and drinking all night. Instinctively, he moved closer, bracketing Blaine's body against the wall to deepen the kiss. There was something sour on his tongue, something he wasn't sure if he liked, but that he couldn't pull away from because he was finally kissing Blaine Anderson and his brain and his heart were still trying to catch up and catalogue the things Blaine could do with his tongue.

He bit lightly at Blaine's lower lip and absorbed the whimper that made his cock twitch with interest in his jeans. Sucking Blaine's tongue between his lips, he finally pulled away and allowed himself the opportunity to breathe. Blaine's breathing was evidently ragged in the silence of the linen closet, his head turning away enough for Sebastian to lean his forehead to the boy's temple. He could feel his breath spreading over Blaine's cheek and ear, the tremble in the boy's fingers against his shirt.

He hadn't felt drunk before, it had been a couple of hours since his last drink, but the euphoria which flooded Sebastian was completely intoxicating and it turned him into someone who couldn't think of much else but more. He leaned in to kiss Blaine again but stopped when a hand flattened to his chest and pushed, just slightly. He tried to stem the bubble of disappointment from popping in his throat, something cold slicking down his spine as he moved away.

"Follow me," Blaine murmured, hands falling to grab at Sebastian's, and he had no words, no functioning brain, to argue or question what was going on. He trailed after the boy into the laundry where Blaine closed the door and hopped up onto the dryer to sit. Their heights were more level now and Sebastian realised that for the first time in his life, he felt unsure of what he was meant to do. Blaine allowed him to settle between his parted legs and his thoughts had easily raced off in a thousand different directions. His mouth was horrendously dry, his hands wobbling as he held onto the edge of the dryer that Blaine was sitting on for some semblance of support. His breathing was erratic but he didn't think Blaine noticed because he was too busy tracing fingers over the freckles on Sebastian's cheek.

"I'm so drunk," Blaine muttered. The warmth of Blaine's hands on his skin led him to half-closing his eyes, enjoying the moment for whatever it was worth. He knew he'd never get a second chance at this sort of intimacy with the other boy. "And you're really pretty. Did you know that?"

Sebastian snorted, carefully settling one hand on Blaine's thigh firmly, attempting to ground himself in the moment before he completely lost his mind. "I think I've heard something like that once or twice, yeah."

Blaine hummed and shifted his legs, wriggling forward until his calves had wrapped loosely around Sebastian's thighs and their bodies were pressed closer together. His brain almost certainly spun when he became more conscious of Blaine's groin pressing into his stomach. He knew following those thoughts would get him hard and he knew Blaine was drunk. Taking advantage of him in this stage was wrong. So wrong. He didn't want to be accused of rape in the morning.

"Please just…" Blaine waved his hands in some helpless gesture as he looked up, his eyes lowering to Sebastian's lips deliberately. Sebastian wasn't exactly sure what he was being asked to do, he wasn't even sure Blaine knew what he was asking for him to do but…he was pretty sure he wasn't going to waste too much time thinking about all the cons of doing something he'd thought about for what felt like forever.

He leaned down, lips meeting Blaine's tentatively and his hands grasping at the boy's hips to hold him close. He wanted to make every kiss last, every moment stretch into days, commit every sensation to memory so he could relive it over and over again. He ducked his head slightly when Blaine's arms wound around his neck and felt the scratch of short nails in his hair.

It was his undoing.

It switched Sebastian from unsure about Blaine's desires, afraid of hurting him or going too far, to rabidly horny in about half a second. He pulled Blaine closer as feverish desire finally opened inside him, pulling the boy almost to the edge of the dryer and kissing him fiercely. His lips, teeth, tongue, pushed open Blaine's mouth and claimed it as his own, even if it was only his for a night. He allowed himself to release as much of the tension he'd felt for months, years, into that kiss with Blaine, knowing he couldn't make promises but wanting to do it anyway. He needed this boy, had wanted him for so long, that nothing, nothing, was ever going to be enough.

Blaine whimpered beneath him when he sucked the boy's lower lip between his teeth, his hips jerking into Sebastian's body. It forced him to still, his breath shaking out of him as he tried to rein in control of his teenage hormones.

"I can't take advantage of you like this," Sebastian mumbled, pressing their foreheads together, gazing into eyes which were out of focus because of the proximity and clearly hazy with alcohol. Every part of him vibrated with need and want, but he was sober enough to know he shouldn't be doing this.

"Please," Blaine said again, attempting to roll his hips and rub the length Sebastian was all-too aware of into his body. "Please… I just… I need to forget, Seb."

The desperation in Blaine's tone fractured him, tearing him into pieces. He knew he could make Blaine forget for a while, knew he could make it better than he'd ever had. Yet he knew that he shouldn't. Even if he'd dreamed about this, desired it more than food and water and oxygen, this wasn't how he'd imagine it all going. He didn't want to be Blaine's excuse for forgetting but something, someone, which Blaine truly wanted in his own right. And yet, and yet, he couldn't ignore how much he wanted it too, how long he'd been thinking about it. It might not have been how he'd imagined, but when was reality ever like his dreams?

And, if nothing else, Blaine was practically begging for it.

He tried to pull away to give himself a chance to think straight, but he couldn't stop staring at Blaine. He saw a flash of pink, of Blaine's tongue licking at his lips, and God, how was Sebastian meant to deny him anything? He'd go to war over this boy and jump off a bridge and cut off his right hand if Blaine asked him.

He should hate Blaine because he'd never stood a chance, not even when he tried to rationalise it was a bad decision.

Any misgivings he'd had vanished as he surged forward to kiss Blaine again, one hand shifting from clutching at Blaine's legs to paw at the button and zip of his pants. He was experienced enough at what he was doing that the fumbling he did could only be put down to nerves.

Or being distracted by Blaine's needy kisses.

He lowered the fly and could feel the swell of Blaine through his underwear, grunting against the boy's mouth with satisfaction. Their movements became slightly uncoordinated as he raised Blaine up, tugging down pants and underwear to his bent knees. He couldn't really be bothered removing more because he was too enthusiastic to touch. Blaine's breathing was sharp against his lips, his fingers so tight in Sebastian's hair he thought it might rip some of the strands out.

"Fuck… Can I…?" Sebastian wasn't sure what he was asking but Blaine nodded anyway, distracting him with another kiss that made his knees wobble as he tried to grip the dryer with his left hand. His right moved to his jeans, making quick work of the fabric that had been constricted him for too long.

"C'mere," he murmured, dragging Blaine closer until there was no room between them, until their cocks were bumping together. He cursed again, burying his face into Blaine's neck, as heat zipped down his spine. He rocked their hips together in the small amount of space he allowed, his movements jerky and somewhat erratic, because he couldn't think clearly about what it was he actually wanted or needed to do.

His brain screamed for more skin. He obliged it by pulling Blaine's polo over his head and discarding it somewhere to the floor. His hand collided with Blaine's as they tried to work on the buttons of his shirt until it fell from his shoulders and the boy's fingers spread all over his skin, leaving tingly trails of fire along his abs. He groaned around the mark he was sucking into Blaine's collarbone when the boy whined into his ear. He wasn't the possessive type and he knew this would never go past tonight, but already he wanted to know what Blaine's cock would feel like in his mouth, or the tight squeeze of a perfectly rounded ass around his own cock.

He knew he didn't have the time for that.

He most certainly didn't have the patience for it.

Instead, his hand wrapped around their cocks and jerked them together roughly. He stole all of Blaine's grunts, moans, curses, with more kisses, more nips of his teeth and sweeps of his tongue. He could feel the muscles in his thighs straining at the positioning of their bodies, the heat of Blaine's skin making him slick with sweat as the boy scratched nails down his back.

"I- I-" Blaine's kisses began to be more broken, returning less pressure as his fingernails bit into Sebastian's shoulder blades that he thought he'd probably have crescent moons in his skin for a month. It wasn't like he'd mind though. He'd wear them proudly and eye them every morning in the mirror.

He paused for a fraction in what he was doing and let his own cock go despite how much his body protested. Right now was all about focusing his attention on Blaine, and not just his cock. He watched every twitch in his cheeks as he gasped, and the full vein in his neck that looked to be visibly pounding with his heart. He committed the flush of Blaine's skin to memory, and the sounds spilling from his mouth. He admired the clench of muscles in Blaine's arms, and the shine of sweat across his skin. He was the picture of wrecked perfection and it was better than any dream Sebastian had ever had.

"Let go, Blaine… Come for me... I've got you…" The words were rough and broken as Blaine clung to him, his eyes scrunching shut. He twisted his wrist on the upstroke and Blaine's shoulder's arched back, his cock spilling over Sebastian's hand, between their stomachs. He watched, fascinated, at the expression of bliss and contentment that spread over Blaine's face. His heart ached with the beauty of it and he wondered if Hummel had ever truly appreciated what he had.

"God…" Blaine choked out, his body still shaking in Sebastian's hands. He couldn't help but tug the boy closer, nuzzling kisses to his face in an uncharacteristic display of intimacy and affection he'd never allowed with anyone else. Blaine had always been the exception though and he was so in awe of what he'd had the privilege to see that he couldn't stop himself.

His cock lay hard and untouched between them as Blaine came down from the high, curling into Sebastian's chest until the other boy evidently realised he hadn't had his release yet.

"Do you-"

"It's okay. You don't need to," Sebastian rushed to reassure him, not expecting anything, knowing he didn't deserve anything. This had been about helping Blaine forget and he just hoped-

Blaine pushed him away, kicking off his pants as he hopped down from the dryer. There was a flood of disappointment he couldn't dam quickly enough, until Blaine pushed him into the opposite wall and fell to his knees. His back ached where it had connected with something protruding from the wall but it faded fast when Blaine's mouth closed around his cock. He nearly came on the spot.

"Shit, Blaine…" His left hand wound into Blaine's hair and clutched at the curls which had sprung free of the gel. His other hand pressed between his lips and he moaned at the taste of Blaine on his fingers, his curiosity of the boy's taste finally satisfied. The moan was also a result of the things Blaine was doing with his mouth, because he could feel the soft tongue, the firm press of his lips, the barest hint of teeth skimming along his cock.

He gazed down with pride and pleasure as Blaine bobbed his head, enveloping him in heat until there was a tug in his balls.

"Hold still," he ordered, holding onto Blaine's hair probably too harshly. The other boy obeyed and stopped, enabling Sebastian to thrust into his open mouth. He didn't push deep into Blaine's throat, not sure just how confident or capable the boy was, but he fucked into it with less and less abandon, his fingers shaking and his toes curling against the tiles. Blaine began to meet the thrusts with a flick of his tongue and he was so damn willing that Sebastian knew he was going to unravel.

And then he hummed and Sebastian was gone.

His cursing filled the silence as he emptied into Blaine's mouth, his shoulders shaking with the strength of his release. He could feel the boy sucking and swallowing, tasting every drop, and he had to force himself to loosen the grip in Blaine's hair before it was him pulling strands out. When Blaine seemed satisfied that he was thoroughly cleaned, he unsteadily rose and pressed a kiss to Sebastian's willing lips.

The taste of him was all over Blaine's mouth and the bitterness had never tasted sweeter as he licked inside, grasping at so much of Blaine's skin as he allowed the boy to press him into the wall to continue kissing and touching, relishing and revelling in what they'd just done.

Somewhere, distantly, he heard a knocking on a door beyond the laundry. It pulled them away from kissing each other, but there was barely an inch between them because Sebastian wasn't sure how he was ever meant to let go. Blaine's cheeks and mouth were flushed dark and his hair was even more dishevelled than before. He was pretty sure anyone and everyone would know what they had done, but he didn't care. He doubted he looked any less dazed, but he didn't care about that either.

They separated because Blaine stepped away. He felt a squeeze around his heart as he watched his hands in the laundry sink. Behind him, Blaine got dressed again but he was unaware that the boy stared at his ass most of the time. Starting to feel cold and miserable, he pulled his clothes on and watched Blaine uncertainly hover near the door to the laundry. The chill was unfamiliar to him, the need to hold onto someone he'd been intimate with for just a little longer. He felt like he was going to cry the second that the boy disappeared from his sight.

"I'm sorry that I…" Blaine shuffled awkwardly on the spot, staring down at the ground. Desperate fear raced through him and Sebastian crossed the small space to push the boy against the door, dragging attention up to his face.

"I'm not sorry that happened," he said, knowing that he would regret it in the morning, and maybe even when Blaine left the laundry. He knew Blaine would feel guilty and ashamed of what they'd allowed themselves to do because Blaine was someone with morals and he'd made his disinterest in Sebastian's advances clear when he was sober.

For now, he tried not to think about it.

Blaine stared at him for a long moment, seemingly searching for something to say. There was a loud thumping from beyond the door and they startled, realising they'd forgotten about the knocking which had pulled them apart earlier.

"Alright, we hear you!" he shouted in frustration because if he had his way, he'd never leave the closet, this moment, Blaine's hold. The boy against him giggled and it softened his annoyance as he reached for Blaine's cheeks, gazing into the golden eyes that were still cloudy with the effects of too much liquor. He figured it was now or never, because Blaine was clearly too wasted to remember any of this.

"You don't have to hurt over him if you don't want to, you know," he said, quiet and gentle as he pressed a hesitant, unreturned kiss to Blaine's lips. "Some people don't care what you did and they still like you."

Blaine's eyebrows raised into sharp little points. "Some people like you?" he asked, and Sebastian was sure his heart stopped.

He debated lying, not wanting his heart to be broken like it had every time he'd seen Blaine smile at Hummel, talk about Hummel, hurt over Hummel. Knowing that Blaine and Hummel were over hadn't made it any easier. He was already in too deep, swallowed up by those eyes and the shake of Blaine's hand as he'd drawn the boy into Uptown Girl. Blaine had always been painfully honest with him, and he was trying to be genuine this year, right?

"Some people like me," he confirmed, almost a whisper, as he allowed himself one last brush of his lips against Blaine's before he pulled away, turned away, and tried to cover the hole in his heart that he'd exposed.

He knew Blaine was watching him, but he didn't dare look back because he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle what he saw. His arms had become so familiar with Blaine's weight that it hurt to be empty and without them, but when the thumping on the door turned into a cacophony of fists and voices – the Warblers were evidently drunk and thought they'd killed each other – he pushed Blaine out of the laundry and into the linen closet.

He heard whoops and cheers and wondered if they'd been deliberately thrown together to release the sexual tension. The other boys were aware of how he felt although they at least had the decency not to throw it in his face, but now…

He abruptly closed the laundry door, made sure it was locked, and slid to the floor. He had no interest in facing anyone right now.

~TBC~