A/N: I can't even muster words to apologize for the hiatus that I didn't warn about but it's over now and I've come to apologize with pure pure pure smut. Have at it, I love you all.

Sebastian's hands clench around Dave's arms as the other boy tries to pull away, a surprised whimper escaping his lips before he can frown. But Dave doesn't move away, only breathes warm and heavy against his lips and murmurs, "I quit."

Sebastian's lips quirk up into a smirk as he presses their lips close together again and mumbles against them, "You can't quit, I fired you."

Their mouths move against each other's with little hesitation, tasting and biting and begging and claiming. They shift without parting from each other; the sudden pressure of Dave on his chest is a flavor of terrifying that Sebastian can live with, thrilling and addictive and so immediately necessary. He wraps his arms around him to pull him closer as if he were trying to melt into the other man and wraps his legs around him, laughing against his lips as Dave carries him up to his room, "Nurse-man arms."

Dave chuckles against his lips as he settles them on Sebastian's bed, kissing along his neck and then back up to his lips, "Too fast?"

He shakes his head, holding back a laugh at the idea of this being too fast after how long he's wanted it. He doesn't know, really, isn't sure that's if it has just been too fucking long or if it's how much he's wanted Dave to touch him this way but his bones feel like they've been set on fire. Their kisses are feverish and rough, teeth and tongues, biting and sucking and the soft whimpers in between harsh breaths. He pulls away, brings his thumb up to run over Dave's lips, imagining them red and bruised and wanting. He aches to see them, to see him, and it shatters things inside him.

Dave must sense the change in him because his lips are moving gently, mouthing along his jaw as Sebastian lets out a heavy breath, "I was going to Paris."

Dave doesn't say anything, only shifts to his back, one hand left wrapped under Sebastian's waist. Sebastian follows him, curling into his body, "I was going because I didn't want to be alone."

It's a heavy silence that follows for a couple of minutes until Dave strokes his hair softly, "I don't want you to be with me because you don't want to be alone."

He licks his lips, "I know." The warmth of Dave's body beside his is perfect and he can't conceive, can't imagine being without it, but he also can't know if it's this heat or any heat at all that he's been lacking. He can't summon the reassurance that Dave is asking him for, "Stay anyway?"

Dave's hand under his chin pulls him up for a kiss and he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, letting himself fall pliant as the other man moves over him again. He feels a hand, strong and sure, moving under his shirt over his chest. It's warm against his skin so it makes little sense to him when he shivers as it reaches upward; he leans up to pull it over his head and smiles at the appreciative hum that comes from Dave, "You're so hot it's almost impossible, Seb."

Dave's lips latched on to the pulse point at his neck almost immediately, earning a drawn out whine of surprise and pleasure from him. Sebastian groped for a few moments until his fingers caught onto the damned buttons of Dave's shirt and popped them open one by one, relishing in his success by running his hands over the newly exposed flesh, trying to map out the curves and angles of muscle the way he would an unfamiliar room, carding his fingers through the soft curls of hair. Dave's lips moved to meet his again and they had all the force and fervor that they'd had just moments ago, as if they couldn't get close quickly enough and the taste of each other made them desperate.

Sebastian didn't want to be scared, he wanted to finally let himself feel and enjoy the touch he'd been lusting after, but it became suddenly obvious that it was mid afternoon, that the windows must be open wide and the room bright, that Dave could see every bit of him he wished to and Sebastian couldn't see a thing that was happening at all. His muscles tensed and his hands rose to Dave's face before he could stop and laugh at himself.

Dave mumbled against his hands, "What's wrong?"

"I'm trying to pull a Helen Keller but I don't know how," he laughs softly and falls back against a pillow.

He can feel the Dave's soft chuckle against his chest as he takes Sebastian's hand, leading the finger tips to his lips from the corners to the center, "What do you see?"

Sebastian snorted but repeated the motion of his fingertips a couple of times, imagining the simple curve, "You're smiling."

Dave kissed the corner of his mouth, "Not that hard then."

Sebastian bit his lip and rolled his hips upward, grinning at the surprised gasp that sounded above him, "Oh contraire, Dave."

He shivered as Dave kissed his way down his chest, his lips murmuring nonsense as his hands worked at the clasp of Sebastian's jeans. His hands slipped down over the strong arms that held him, his finger tips skimming over where Dave's hands clung like reading a passage in a book.

He could feel Dave's teeth grazing along his hipbone and imagine the smile playing on his lips, "How long have you been going commando, Sebastian."

He laughed and ran a hand through Dave's hair, "Depends on my mood, I was in a naked mood, isn't that awesome?"

"Really really awesome," his voice was deeper than usual, heavy with lust as his lips tease him, ghosting over the head of his cock before they wrap around him. Sebastian didn't expect to be this overwhelmed but all of a sudden it's slick, wet, hot, and all too much and not enough at all and, "Oh fucks Dave, yes."

The drag of Dave's lips over his cock is torturous and perfect, the movements of his tongue unpracticed but perfect, simple and strong and his thoughts run away when his mind clears enough to note the sounds, the obscene and delicious sounds of wet sucking and soft humming moans.

His own cries and moans were too loud to clear in his own ears but he couldn't care because it was perfect perfect perfect and he couldn't believe after years of chasing guys for their Abercrombie looks, the looks of the one man who could give the perfect unpracticed naturally talented blowjob were absolutely irrelevant.

His fingers were nestled on in Dave's hair, tugging at the short strands, keeping him in place as he keened in pleasure, "Fuck, I'm close."

He wasn't usually one to warn a guy before coming, but part of him was unsure, though the way in which Dave redoubled his efforts with a sudden increase of tight wet fast made his useless eyes roll back into his head. His body jolted in spasms as he came, the sensation of Dave swallowing around him enough to draw the most wretched groan from his throat.

Dave climbed up, wrapping his arms tight around him and pulling him close as Sebastian sought out his lips, the strange taste of himself in Dave's mouth was almost unbelievably sexy, "Hey Dave?"

Dave's voice was cracked and hoarse in his ear, "Yeah?"

"I want you to stay," he kissed at the junction of Dave's shoulder and neck, "because I want you to stay."

He could feel Dave's breath hitch and his arms tighten around him, "Not because…"

"Because," he managed the energy to roll them over, stretched out over him and reaching down slowly until his palm smoothed over Dave's hardness, "I want you."

His free hand reached up to run his fingertips over the curve of Dave's lips once more, incomprehensibly proud to find the simple curve of his smile in place just as his hand worked faster over his jeans and Dave's breathing quickened under him, "Let me show you how much."