Living the Dream

Blaine playfully rolled his eyes at the slur on the coffee, and nudged Sebastian’s arm in response. “Then you’ll just have to show me what’s the best around here. I need a good shop to write in. The smell is relaxing.” Blaine shook his head at him and chuckled. “Unfortunately, since I’ve just moved, I haven’t seen many things or done… many people,” He snickered, “But yeah. It’s so much better here. I couldn’t think of a better place to jump into journalism. D’you wanna know what there is to write about in California? Coachella, wineries, surfing, and Hollywood Scandal. All the best gossip magazines want stalker photographers to misconstrue anything they can. I’m not saying that’s obsolete in New York, but here? There’s economics, the UN, politics? God, I would love to write for The Times someday.” He shrugged. “It’s just better… and I’m totally rambling. How’s your medical prerequisites going?”

Every good photographer has a beard. FACT.

What? That being clean cut takes too much work now? xD

Blaine shook his head, “Oh, no. I’m good for now. I’ll need a hand when I’m shooting, though.” Blaine led him out of the dorms and to the streets below. He felt a little guilty for dragging Sebastian out of bed on his off day, but he was also excited to catch up. He never got the chance in high school to frequently hang out with Sebastian, and he was hoping there was the potential for a great friendship now that they had grown.

Blaine popped into a Starbucks on the corner, and ordered a large latte for Sebastian, and a macchiato for himself. The streets were barely bustling, and it was just the way Blaine liked it. “It’s just a few blocks down. Towards Battery Park.” He paused, looking up at him through the corner of his eye. “So… glad to be out of Ohio?” He smirked, already knowing the answer.

Sebastian nodded and put his hands in his front pockets as he followed after Blaine to get out of the campus dorms. He still couldn’t really believe that they had met up again. After High School, Sebastian thought he would never see him again. That Blaine would follow Kurt around and they’d end up married with kids by 25. Gross. Thank fuck that changed. Selfishly, he was pleased to have him in his life again. Hummel had always cockblocked them, even in the friends way, but now, it was time for a do over. 

Hunter grinned, and he was about to agree with Sebastian when he was pulled in for a kiss, deep and hungry, their tongues gliding freely between their mouths, then when they pulled back he groaned when he felt his teeth biting on his lip, his tongue swiping over the sore spot, and he looked at him and smirked. “When have I ever not wanted to fuck you when you’re so willing, Smythe? Let’s get out of here.” He took his hand and pulled him out of the dance floor, tossing several bills at the bartender before they made their way to the door. The distance to his room would probably seem the longest thing ever.

“Dawn was two hours ago, silly!” he snickered, watching him stable about the room trying to gain consciousness. “I really am appreciative, though.” Blaine looked at him with a smile. He couldn’t get over how amazing Sebastian looked. He remembered the clean-cut boy in a Dalton Blazer with perfectly coiffed hair, and was loving his casual, bed-head look. “So, I was thinking that we could grab a coffee on the way to the fish market. You look like you can use a few shots of espresso.” He chuckled, “I’ll need help with my bag and lenses. Then, after I get the shots that I need, we can grab lunch? My treat… since you’re clearly struggling.” He smirked.

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Six thirty in the morning wasn’t an unusual wake-up time for Blaine. Sometimes it was earlier. He liked the crisp air and the way things felt before the rest of the world started their day. He was rather excited to get a start on his summer project. He was certain that this would land him a spot on the NYU Newspaper Staff, allowing him to jumpstart his journalism career while he was finishing his degree. But, he was just a bit more excited to see Sebastian again. They had been shamelessly flirting for the past week, but hadn’t decided to meet up until now. He didn’t want anything serious to become of them, but it was only human to be curious given their history.

Blaine quickly dressed in a dark, long-sleeved henley, and jeans, then slipped a beanie over his hair– a few unruly curls poked out around the rim. He grabbed his camera bags, and made his way on the elevator to room 404– Sebastian’s room. He bit his lip as he approached the door and knocked. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”

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Unlike Blaine, Sebastian Smythe was NOT a morning person. If anyone woke him up early, he would literally plan their murder in his head. Nevertheless, he had agreed to help Blaine with his project, so he forced himself to get out of bed at 7, blindly getting ready and pulling on jean shorts and a grey t-shirt. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a bit, deeming it good enough. That Blaine was back in New York and going to the same college as him was a big coincidence, and he had to admit he had missed seeing him around, and talking to him. Even if in High School it was mostly to get in his pants, he did like his company. 

Hunter grinned as he heard Sebastian’s voice in his ear, then he too leaned in and brushed his lips on the man’s ear. “You only have to wait and see if you’re right. Although, to be honest… The idea of you walking all the way back to campus with that hardon sounds incredibly hot.” He chuckled, then pulled back a bit so he could look at him. “Unless you’re suggesting we’re going right now into the bathrooms back there, though that wouldn’t be anything like you.” He licked his lips and grinned. “Unless I got you so horny, you’re willing to break one of your few rules.”

Hunter felt Sebastian moving on his hand and smirked, his tongue licking his lips when he pulled him even closer by the neck, their lips now so close but still not kissing, both of them enjoying that teasing game they usually had, which almost always ended up with them in bed, whether it was having sex all through the night, or simply talking and falling asleep in each other’s arms. He loved looking into Sebastian’s eyes, always feeling as if he could lost in them, especially that evil glint there when he rubbed his ass firmly, his fingertips kneading the seam on his pants where his crack was.

Hunter grinned and held onto Sebastian’s hand as he moved through the mass of bodies that were currently filling the dance floor, his arms going around the male’s waist and pulling him closer, with very little aid from the people around. That was just how he liked it. His eyes flickered between his eyes and lips, foreheads resting together lightly as they swayed to the music. He ventured his hands down Sebastian’s back and let  them rest on top of his ass.