college life. everything one sebastian smythe imagined that it was.
over the past year, his life was filled with frat boys, alcohol, questionable substances and too much privilege to ever land him in any jail cell for very long. what didn’t help was that he had enough of a brain to pull off a perfect 4.0 at the prestigious college of stanford university.
however, there was something about scandals that called him back to it. everytime he was in town, he found himself lost inside the dirty and sketchy health inspected walls. he saw the older gentlemen. some of them he passed with a wink, knowing them full well from before. he figured that most of them figured out that he was underaged and didn’t want to land in jail. now, they had to know he was at least 19 and shouldn’t be an issue.
after a couple of beers, sebastian found himself loose and dancing around on the dance floor. his experience in college allowed him to be less influenced and his lacrosse trained body gave him muscles to fill out his shirt, better than when he was a teenager.
he turned around to push himself against a man. he could feel the other’s excitement. this was a for sure lay. his hand went up to cusp the man’s jaw while he was still turned and his ass pressed against the other’s grinding hips. sebastian turned his head as a motion to kiss him over his shoulder, giving an illusion to what they could be doing later– only with less clothes. that was the plan, until sebastian caught onto that perfectly sculpted hair.
in an instant, sebastian twisted around and the man was dumped. sebastian noted the popular beat and moved himself so that he could catch those dreamy hazel eyes. once he was sure he caught those familiar pearls, he turned on his smile and continued on with the popular dance without missing a beat.
he pressed his tongue to the top row of his teeth– it was an invite. this was a dream to meet blaine again on the dance floor.
Blaine leans against the bar, offering a soft smile in the direction of a man who slides up next to him. He's really not interested in a quick lay or anything--he's just here for a good time, mostly for himself. He hasn't been broken up with Kurt for very long and while he's okay with that decision, it doesn't mean he wants to jump into anything else with someone too soon.
Not that a relationship is on the mind of any of the men here. He knows exactly what they want--and while he's not a prude to a quick hand or blowjob, he's not interested in that. At least not tonight...especially with half the men here are so much older than him.
Still, being here has its perks...he doesn't really have to pay for any drinks. He nods as someone offers to buy him a mojito and he sighs, turning a little to glance at the dance floor.
And recognizes someone from his past. He smiles a little--Sebastian Smythe in the flesh. Looking just as beautiful as he remembers. It's clear he's noticed him too by the way he's dancing and looking at the bar. He offers a soft wave, wondering if he should join him.