Word Count: 5,206
Warnings/Spoilers: Probably some ooc-ness given Blaine's actions. Sexual shenanigans.

Sebastian woke early the next morning in a heap on the laundry floor. His neck ached and it took him a few minutes to remember exactly why he'd ended up here.

Oh right.

He'd thought it best stay as far away from the others, from Blaine, as possible.

He found himself wondering if he could go to the toilet, brush his gross teeth, and sneak out without waking anyone up. Staying for poorly cooked pancakes by Jeff and Trent like all the other parties before this one wasn't high on his priority list this morning.

He stifled a groan as he climbed to his feet, his neck throbbing with pain at the uncomfortable position on the floor. Cautiously, carefully, he let himself out of the laundry and then out of the linen closet.

The first thing he noticed was the silence. No one was awake enough, or sleeping shallowly enough, to be disturbed by him. They probably wouldn't even wake if he'd gotten a pair of crash cymbals and smashed them together. An array of passed out boys were everywhere he looked - Josh was even crumpled against the stairs with Justin holding onto his leg. Clearly the party had ended because everyone was too drunk to stay awake. If nothing else, a bunch of teenage boys passed out from over-drinking would make his task of slipping out easier.

He stepped over spilled drinks, chips, flung arms and legs, on his trip to the toilet. He eyed Jeff's body curled around Michael's with amusement, wondering if he should take a photo for later. He wouldn't even need to photoshop it. It was excellent blackmail material and he'd love to throw it in Nick's face to spur the brunette into making a move and confessing his feelings to the oblivious blond.

After relieving his bladder, splashing water on his face and rubbing some toothpaste around his mouth in an attempt at freshening up, he looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his haphazard hair to try to flatten it down, staring at the tired expression which stared back. He felt like he'd aged ten years in a single night of forbidden dalliances.

As he'd hoped, Sebastian managed to slip out the door and drive away without anyone waking up. He could practically hear his bed calling to him as he drove to his empty home just after the dawn had begun to lighten the sky.

Between the thumping on the front door, the constant chime of the doorbell, and the clattering racket of his phone, it was a wonder it took Sebastian ten minutes to stir from sleep. He felt like a zombie as his eyes cracked open to take in the soft green paint on his walls and the lacrosse trophies across one shelf of his bookcase. With a yawn and a grumbled complaint at being disturbed, he shuffled down the stairs, barely avoiding tumbling headfirst and breaking his neck when he missed a step. The doorbell was still being rung like a siren so opening the door to make the girl scout on the other side stop was a blessed relief.

Only it wasn't a girl scout.

Sebastian hadn't been particularly drunk last night but he felt like hell. His attempt at sleeping in the laundry had been fairly disastrous and it was even more fitful once he'd gotten to his bed.

On the other hand, Blaine had been a giggly child from intoxication and now, bouncing on the balls of his feet, he looked as bright and chipper as ever.

"I hate your liver and your perkiness," he growled by way of a greeting, leaning against the door as Blaine continued to shift his weight from foot to foot on the welcome mat.

"And yet you still like me," Blaine returned easily, calmly, his eyes clear and sparkly and destroying Sebastian's attempt at defending entrance to his home - and his heart, "so let me in."

Sebastian scowled to hide the way his stomach twisted up at Blaine's words – what did he remember from last night? – and stood aside to enable the smaller boy to enter. He watched Blaine toe off his shoes to join the others on the rack, as if he'd been there hundreds of times and knew how pedantic his parents were about shoes on the carpet. Blaine's hand settled against the bottom of the staircase rail, gazing at Sebastian with an unreadable expression.

"Can we go up to your room?"

Sebastian looked down at his Dalton jersey and shorts as if they would somehow change into something more respectable or presentable for guests, but he felt as if he could wear a tuxedo around Blaine and still not feel good enough. Shrugging, he stepped past Blaine and led the way up to his room while Blaine looked around to take in all the photos that lined the upstairs corridor.

"Are your parents out?" Blaine asked after Sebastian had flopped onto his bed, his face hidden in a pillow.

"Dad has a case in Washington. Mom's visiting her brother in Boston, so yes," he answered, too used to the absence of his parents to really care where they were or what they were doing. He rolled onto his back to find Blaine watching him and wondered what was so weird about what he'd said. "What?"

Blaine sucked in a breath and Sebastian realised it wasn't what he'd said but something else entirely. "Do you still not regret what happened last night, or do you not want to talk about it because now you do regret it?"

Something flashed across Blaine's face as he said it, maybe shock because he hadn't meant to blurt it out, and he quickly turned away to look over the trophies on Sebastian's bookshelf.

Sebastian tried not to look over his ass.

"You were drunk," he said slowly, as if that somehow excused his behaviour rather than Blaine's. "I shouldn't have. I wanted to help you, but I… It shouldn't have been like that."

"Why not? We both wanted to."

"Blaine…"

The smaller boy turned and leaned against his desk, sifting through some of his notes and textbooks for classes. He made a mental note to finish the Biology paper for Jenkins on Tuesday.

Trying to contain the tired sigh, he rolled off the bed and spun Blaine around to pin him against the wooden surface of the desk. Blaine looked up at him, those damned honey-gold eyes staring up at him with an unspoken challenge. He knew he needed to move away, but it was like he was stuck to the ground, gazing back.

"You know it shouldn't have happened. You know I took advantage of you," he said, trying to convince himself as well as Blaine that he didn't regret what had happened but that he needed to make it clear it shouldn't have occurred. The worst part was that he couldn't tell if he was lying or being truthful about how he felt the morning after the night before.

"Because I was drunk?" Blaine poked Sebastian's chest. Hard.

Sebastian stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "Blaine, I should have known better than that."

"Because you've demonstrated so much self-control with your words and actions in the past?" Blaine bit out, and it was harsh enough to make Sebastian flinch and look away. "Shit… I just… God, Sebastian…" Blaine's voice cracked and when Sebastian glanced back to make sure Blaine wasn't about to cry, he could see how red the boy's cheeks were and his eyes were looking everywhere but towards Sebastian. "What would you do now? I'm sober. Would you still turn me down if I asked you to kiss me? If I took off all my clothes and exposed myself to you?"

Sebastian could so easily envisage Blaine's nudity after the night before and it distracted him from the argument he had been trying to make. He could hear Blaine's unsteady breathing and noticed the boy's fingers twisting together.

"Would you still turn me down if I bent over, and…and asked you to f-fuck me?" Blaine stuttered, his eyes slowly turning up to meet Sebastian's. He wasn't entirely sure if he was still breathing once the intensity of that stare looked at him. "Would you say that I'm… I'm sober but I've clearly lost my mind? That you can't allow it to happen because you allow yourself to use your words on me but refrain from using your hands?"

Blaine's teeth skimmed over his lower lip and Sebastian nearly lost his resolve, remembering how those lips, those teeth, had been bringing him such pleasure last night.

"It sure sounds to me like you think it was a…a mistake because I drank too much and you took advantage of me," Blaine parroted, cutting through some of Sebastian's haze of trying to formulate a response that rebutted whatever Blaine had been saying. He didn't understand how or why Blaine had this sort of effect on him. No one else left him tongue-tied and re-evaluating his opinions so frequently.

Blaine shoved past him and Sebastian thought maybe he was storming out, back down the stairs, when he heard the creak of his bed and turned around. Blaine had already pulled off his shirt and was part way through unbuttoning his pants. He froze, his mouth no longer cooperating with the barely-working parts of his brain.

"What are you… Blaine."

He was torn between covering his eyes and covering his groin, forcing himself to focus on Blaine's face as best as he could when his mind was screaming at him to just look as the boy shoved down his tight yellow chinos.

"Stop standing on ceremony, Sebastian," Blaine said, opening his arms wide and revealing himself in a way that was far too bare for someone Sebastian knew was so broken inside. "I know you like me. I know you want me."

Sebastian growled at the challenge, at the way his feelings were so carelessly tossed in his face. He crossed to where Blaine knelt against the bed in two long strides. "I've liked you and wanted you since I first laid eyes on you lingering in the doorway of the senior common room," he snapped, forcing Blaine's arms down to his sides. "That doesn't mean I wanted to take advantage of you."

"I'm throwing myself at you," Blaine replied sharply, his lower lip jutting out in a pout that Sebastian found almost irresistible, the anger in Blaine's words at odds with the desperation in his actions. "Or maybe you don't want to fuck me and everything I thought about you wasn-"

Sebastian abruptly ended Blaine's unnecessary ranting with a swift kiss, silencing the words as he grasped the back of Blaine's neck and the dip in his lower spine. He forced the smaller boy's body back with the harsh kiss, demanding compliance and sacrificing his sanity in the process. When he felt Blaine's fingers grasp at his jersey, it brought him back and he pushed Blaine away as quickly as he'd pulled him close.

He stared down at Blaine, his chest heaving, his heart pounding. Blaine looked oddly delighted, which was completely infuriating.

"You shouldn't have stopped," Blaine said, glancing down his body with less shame than Sebastian might have expected. He couldn't help following the gaze and nearly moaned when he saw Blaine's fingers curl around his half-hard cock. "Why are you so concerned about taking advantage of me when I have no qualms about you taking that advantage?" Blaine continued, his thumb rubbing over the slit. It took more self-control than Sebastian realised he possessed as he fought against pushing Blaine's hand away and touching the cock himself.

Instead, he focused on the question but it left him searching for an answer he wasn't sure he had. "Why are you so determined to throw yourself at me now?" he retorted, unable to clamp down on his defensiveness. He refused to be someone's rebound, especially when that someone was Blaine and he was rebounding from Kurt fucking Hummel. He'd hungered after Blaine for too long to let himself go that quickly.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like between us?" Blaine said, his voice softening as he crawled on his knees closer to Sebastian, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck. He could feel Blaine's cock jutting into his stomach through the layer of his jersey and kept trying to order his thoughts. "I thought you wondered at what it would be like to fuck me," Blaine paused, deliberately licking his lips, "but maybe you've thought about it the other way too."

Sebastian snorted, trying to tug Blaine's arms from his body before he lost his resolve. "You topping me? I'm sorry, but have you seen your ass?"

"Clearly you have."

"Clearly." His heart was hammering as he began to falter in keeping Blaine off him. His lips were millimetres from Blaine's and he could feel the boy's breaths tickling his mouth. "I've definitely thought about fucking it once or twice," he conceded, knowing he was going to lose in this battle of wills.

"And if I said no? If I said I'm not a bottom?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, not really wanting to think about Blaine's prior experience with Hummel but being unable to. Blaine, at least, had the courtesy to blush.

"People just…always assume I am."

"And…you're not?" Sebastian said slowly, his eyes narrowing as he pulled his head away to get a better look at Blaine's face, to gauge his expression and attempt to understand it.

"I switch," Blaine said, biting at his lower lip. "I'm not exclusively one or the other. Kurt preferred bottoming. Eli wasn't really someone who liked topping either."

"Huh." He had no idea who 'Eli' was but he suspected it might have been the cause of the epic break-up of Blaine and Hummel. He thought about it for a moment before a grin curled his lips, knowing he wanted to prove himself and wondering if that had been Blaine's aim all along. "So if I fuck you so good that you never want to bottom again… What happens then?"

"You'd have to fuck me first," Blaine said with a blush brightening in his cheeks, throwing open the challenge that made Sebastian's toes curl and his heart hammer with desire. He was still every inch the bashful schoolboy and speaking dirtier than Sebastian ever knew he was capable of.

"I don't want to-"

"Fuck me," Blaine said, his voice clear as he moved back on the bed, making himself comfortable as he lay down on it. Sebastian watched him spread his legs wide after he kicked off the chinos, naked and open and willing against the rumpled sheets that Sebastian had been tangled among when he had been sleeping.

Honestly, how was Sebastian meant to keep refusing Blaine's demands when he looked like this?

He stripped out of his jersey and pushed down his shorts and underwear hastily, climbing onto the bed above Blaine and pressing their bodies together. They met in a greedy kiss as Sebastian's hands grasped at dense, dark curls and Blaine's held onto his back. Someone was whimpering, and he hoped it wasn't him, but instinct drove him to rocking his hips against Blaine's body as his cock hardened against the boy's thigh, as Blaine's hardened against his hip.

"Your ass is mine," he whispered into Blaine's ear, listening to the catch in the boy's breathing, before he pulled away to reach beneath his bed for the bottle of lube he kept for jerking himself off late at night and a condom from the small box he tried to hide from his parents if they searched his bedside drawer. When he rolled back onto Blaine's body, the boy's eyes were dark, his lips red. Sebastian decided it was easier, better, if he rolled Blaine over. He'd come far too fast if he had to keep looking into those fucking gorgeous golden eyes that he'd fantasised about looking at him with that expression in this same bed.

After flopping the smaller boy onto his stomach, he dragged his cock between the crack of Blaine's ass. "Feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, babe?" Beneath him, Blaine moaned into a pillow and tried to raise his hips. "I'm hard because I'm going to fuck you wide open around my cock. You better be prepared to have your world shattered."

He felt Blaine shudder beneath him as he raised him to shaking hands and knees, dragging his thumb over the cleft between the cheeks and watching Blaine's elbows tremble. The puckered hole was perfect, pink and clenching as he squeezed lube onto his fingers and began stretching Blaine open with his first finger.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" he said, watching his finger disappear into Blaine, fascinated at the opportunity he was being presented with, his curiosity flaring with the thirst for more knowledge.

"Since your hand first grasped mine… Since I asked if you were a freshman and your fingers tightened and I…" Blaine's muttered explanation cut off in a groan when Sebastian slid in a second finger. "O-Oh God..."

Sebastian grunted, twisting his fingers roughly and thrilling with the sounds falling from Blaine's lips, making his cock twitch again. "You've been thinking about my fingers so long," he mused, alternating his pace and gentleness as he thrust them in and out, determined to make Blaine squirm, determined to make him beg. "Is it living up to your imagination?"

"B-Better," Blaine whimpered, his lower back dipping when Sebastian raised himself to press a hand to Blaine's shoulder in an attempt to gain better depth for his probing fingers.

"Told you I was good," Sebastian said, adding a third to cut off Blaine's breathy laughter. He leaned down to kiss between Blaine's shoulder blades, scissoring his fingers as Blaine shuddered beneath him. He knew he could get used to this, to the intimacy he'd always wanted to share with Blaine. Rather than allowing himself to dwell on it for too long, he fumbled with ripping open the condom wrapper and easing the latex over his erection. "You still want it, babe? You still want me to fuck you better than you've ever known?"

"God yes," Blaine pleaded, wiggling his ass.

Sebastian gave up on drawing the prep out any longer. He knew Blaine would be stretched enough and he was getting too horny to concentrate. He'd probably just hurt Blaine more with his nails so he removed his fingers and grabbed at Blaine's hip, spreading lube over his cock and bumping the tip to Blaine's hole.

"S-Seb…"

"Breathe," he murmured, pushing in an inch and stilling when Blaine cried out in evident pain. He wondered when Blaine had last bottomed for someone and whether he hadn't enjoyed it because the top was terrible, but then he figured it had probably been Hummel and he knew he'd go soft if he thought about it. That was a person he'd never wanted to think about in the bedroom. "Breathe," he said again, stroking his hand over Blaine's back until the tension began to relax and Blaine gave a grunt.

He eased in slowly, every inch entered opposed by a gentle roll back, allowing Blaine time to open and adjust to his cock. When his hips were against Blaine's ass, when his cock completely encased, he paused and revelled in the tight grip of Blaine's muscles around him, kissing the birthmark beside the knob of the boy's spine.

"You really don't bottom much, huh?" he whispered, struggling to remain still when everything in him was desperate to move.

"I'm guessing neither do you," Blaine shot back, his teeth clearly gritted with the way the words blurred together.

"You guess right," Sebastian said with a slight grin, beginning to rock his hips shallowly because he had to move. Blaine whined and clutched at the sheets beneath his hands as Sebastian set a slow rhythm allowing the other boy to relax. After several minutes of being patient, Blaine's head lowered towards the pillow and his ass raised higher for Sebastian to push into.

"Show me what you got," Blaine groaned against his hands, and Sebastian felt a throb in his balls at the challenge.

Without wasting time, he set a more gruelling pace, fucking with far less abandon into Blaine's tight little hole. He could feel sweat dripping down his back from the heat that was filling his bones. He could see the beads of sweat shining on Blaine's skin as well. He heard Blaine's choked gasps when he changed his angle and smiled to himself as he pulled out and flipped Blaine over onto his back. He took a moment to lick up Blaine's throat, tasting the salty tang of his sweat, as he met with dark gold eyes.

"No regrets?" he asked, unable to stop himself from checking as he spread Blaine's legs to grant him access again.

"None," Blaine confirmed, opening his legs wider, his ankles knotting behind Sebastian's back. He grimaced only faintly when Sebastian harshly pushed back in, driving him into the mattress with the force of his hips.

"What you wanted?" Sebastian said, a hand under Blaine's back for a better angle, another trying to jerk him off. He watched Blaine's eyelids flutter as his whole body began to shake.

"So m-much better," Blaine said, clinging to Sebastian's body as he took control of giving them both pleasure.

He kept going, hard and fast, knowing he wasn't far behind Blaine who appeared to be barely holding himself off from orgasming. He jerked his fist, twisting his hand around the head like the night before, and felt Blaine go first. He moaned Sebastian's name, long and loud, against his ear and it was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard. The clenching around his cock increased his need for his own orgasm. Blaine's fingers gripped at his hair and tugged, hard. The tightness in his belly, the contraction of his muscles, shattered apart as he filled the condom within Blaine with a choked sob of pleasure.

Their bodies became a heaving, sweaty tangle of limbs as he mouthed kisses to Blaine's neck in the aftermath, barely able to make his body pull out. His fingers felt like they were sparkling as he finally leaned up to kiss Blaine's lips, lazy and content, as warmth surrounded him. He licked along the lower lip and nipped at the swollen flesh, his pounding heart gradually slowing as he basked in the aftermath. Eventually he became too sticky and uncomfortable and pulled away out of necessity. He disposed of the condom first then wiped down Blaine's belly with a handful of tissues. Satisfied, he clambered back onto the bed and cuddled around Blaine's shivering body, pulling the sheet around them as well.

"I never took you for a cuddler," Blaine murmured as he relaxed into Sebastian spooning him from behind, their fingers linking together to lie against Blaine's twitching stomach.

"I'm not," Sebastian admitted, and not because he barely slept with anyone in a bed. The opportunity of feeling Blaine's bare skin pressed into his own wasn't one he had any intention of missing though, and there was something nice, something special, about holding the boy, kissing at his shoulders or his neck. There weren't any interruptions now, no one potentially going to knock on a door or walk in on them. He felt happy, happier than he'd been since well before he'd left France. "How are you feeling? Taken advantage of, yet?"

"Not even close," Blaine said, tilting his head back until Sebastian met his eyes. The gaze was steady and clear, his expression completely honest. "I feel okay. Relaxed. Calm. I… I guess, um…cared for."

Sebastian didn't respond as Blaine turned away quickly. He was lost for words at the confession because he'd never thought anyone would be capable of feeling that way in his presence, but especially Blaine. He still had too much lingering guilt over the slushie incident earlier in the year, over the torment he'd inflicted on the boy in his arms.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, when the silence had evidently stretched too long and his lips had been still on the back of Blaine's shoulder for an age.

"I'm… I don't know," he admitted, feeling Blaine's fingers squeeze around his own, offering him strength and comfort he didn't understand. "I'm not used to this."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"It's not that that I'm worried about. I'm pretty sure I'm far more damaging to you."

Blaine rolled over, his face inches from Sebastian's own, his expression unsure as one leg was slung over his hip. In his wildest dreams, he'd never envisaged anything like this. "I'm not expecting this to mean anything if you're about to have a commitment freak out on me. We can end it in nineteen minutes so your longest relationship remains some guy on a dance floor."

Sebastian took a few seconds to make the connection before breaking into a soft laugh and bumping his nose against Blaine's in an attempt to lightly kiss the boy in his arms. He could never make some sweeping statement about expecting a relationship, but he wasn't going to let Blaine go now that he had him right where he wanted him. Not to mention he was very much naked and pressed against Sebastian. "Stay for twenty-one minutes and we'll see what happens in the twenty-second."

"Promising me a second round, Smythe?" Blaine said, his expression shifting from hesitant to mischievous.

"I'm promising nothing," he said, not quite managing playful because he was still too afraid, too serious, to switch gears as fast as the boy against him. He could tell Blaine understood though because he found himself glancing down to where Blaine's thumb was smoothing against the jut of his hipbone. It was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. "To me, sex is…sex. I don't really….understand friends or relationships or intimacy like this…"

"You spent a year trying to chase me into bed and now you think you're going to give up?" Blaine looked hurt as he began to pull away. "I didn't realise you were so single-minded in trying to have me as another notch on your bed post."

Sebastian's heart leaped into his throat as he grabbed at Blaine's wrist, desperate to drag the attention back to him. "Au contraire, mon ami," he whispered, admiring the way his pale skin wrapped around the tan of Blaine's, "I spent a year chasing you into bed and now I'm terrified of you leaving it and never speaking to me again."

His heart raced in his chest at the confession, the anxiety welling inside him so fast that he dropped Blaine's hand to roll over, roll away, and hide that his eyes prickled with tears. He couldn't understand why he'd spoken so unexpectedly, so honestly, and now Blaine was going to go and realise that he had been taken advantage of. Maybe he'd been so worried about taking advantage of Blaine's virtue, of being Blaine's rebound, that he'd ignored how Blaine had taken advantage of his obsession with the boy.

"Oh Seb…" Blaine sighed, lowering himself back to the bed and spooning in behind Sebastian. His lips pressed to the bump of his spine, conveying a promise that Sebastian wasn't sure he understood or could return. Not now. Not yet. It scared him that maybe that wasn't good enough for Blaine, who wore his heart on his sleeve and craved love and commitment. "I'm just… I'm here for you, okay? As long as you're here for me too."

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut and let the two tears in his eyes trickle free before he rolled over and stared into Blaine's eyes. "I've tried to be here for you for more than a year," Sebastian pointed out, allowing Blaine to brush their lips together. He couldn't help but hum when Blaine increased the pressure, shifting against his body until he was on his back and Blaine was straddling him. His hands stroked over Blaine's firm thighs as his cock began to be interested in this position.

"Then I'll be here for the next year to make up for it," Blaine said with a nonchalant shrug although there was still a teasing glint in his eyes as he tried to lighten Sebastian's mood. His heart flip-flopped in his chest, not sure if Blaine was promising a friendship or a relationship, or just something with sexual perks.

He decided to try being playful in response because holding on to a year of regret and pain offered him nothing but more regret and pain.

"Oh really? Right here? Prime position for riding me? For a whole year?"

Blaine nodded, rolling his hips suggestively backwards until he had Sebastian's stirring cock trapped beneath the curve of his ass. Sebastian barely held in a groan. "Maybe then you'll realise I have a set of assets you want to hold onto for much longer than twelve months."

Sebastian finally allowed himself to smile and relax, finding the push-pull of their ability to tease with words distracting him from his melancholia. "Believe me, Anderson," Sebastian said, grasping at Blaine's cock with one hand and stroking it slowly, watching the ripple of desire across the other boy's face. He raised his legs, unbalancing Blaine enough for the boy to fall forward and have their lips touch. His free hand ran over the curve of Blaine's ass, dipping into his loose, lubed hole and listening to the pleading moan. "Trust me, babe. You've got plenty of assets I want to hold onto, for much longer than a year."

Blaine laughed and leaned into kiss him. After that, everything else ceased to matter.

~FIN~