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Sebastian peered at the clock through tired eyes on the radio, it red just twenty-five after four in the morning. He looked over at the sign of the drugstore, then at the passenger seat where an unopened bottle of Tequila sat in a bag. If he was with any other guy he would drink this whole bottle and stumble to a bar to pick up a random ass and fuck them raw. If he was with any other guy he wouldn't need a reason to get drunk. If he was with any other guy.... Hell he wouldn't even be in a relationship with them, he may have had a guy like Brian did from that one Queer show about the relationship between a pado and school kid, and look how that turned out? Death. (Queer as folk reference, cookies for you if you understood!)

He groaned unhappily as he pulled out into the empty road home. The fight was on replay in his head, but he was so tired he didn't even remember what the fuck it was even about. He remembered the vague yelling about pots, and socks, or something of that sort, then Sebastian told the younger Blonde to shut the fuck up and quit being a annoying bitch. He regretted it right away, but it was already said. He stormed out then, and left. It was ten after one in the morning then. Now it was thirty five after four, and he was pulling into the driveway of the not married, yet still taken for good Smythe-Kiehl resident.

Sebastian got out of the car with the Tequila in hand and walked up the drive and saw the flashing of the Tv through the front window. He stopped and stared, shaking his wondering how he got so goddamn lucky.

Unlocking the door he walked in, and patted their dog, Snoopy on the head and walked over, bending down next to the sofa, setting the Tequila on the coffee table, and moved the hair out of the sleeping blondes face, "I'm so sorry, Chan. So fucking sorry." He whispered, leaning in to kiss hie forehead.

Chandler stirred under his lips, "Seb... Seb stay, please." He muttered in his sleep. Sebastian frowned, and caressed his tear stained cheek, "I will always stay, Blondie."  He stated softly.

Sebastian then stood up, and went to turn off the Tv and the lights, and bent to pick up the sleeping male, and carried him to their room that was on the main floor. (because they fuck a lot and come on, trying to strip each other going upstairs every time is hard and dangerous, but sometimes they can be adventurous...) He stripped the Blonde and put him to bed then took care of himself, crawling in next to him, and pulled him close, thinking.

He thinks about how he got so damn lucky. Chandler gets tired easily and goes to bed early, and hates falling asleep on that couch, it hurts his neck, unless he lays on Sebastian. Although whenever they have a huge fight Chandler tries his absolute hardest to stay up but he fails... Every time. Sebastian loves that he tries.

He squeezes Chandler tightly and kisses his cheek, "I love you baby, so much." He breathed out, and saw a smile form on his companions lips, "love my Sebby." He heard the Blonde mumble. Sebastian smiled and let himself slip into a deep sleep.

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Chandler stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes tiredly, and looked at the clock, seeing it read ten till eleven in the morning. He rose his eyebrows in shock, being that he NEVER slept this late. Then he felt arms around his waste and smiled, but then flashbacks from the night before hit him and he frowned until he remembered hearing Sebastian say he was sorry, and loved him, and took care of him.

Chandler looked over at him and pecked his lips. He got out of bed and washed his face and brushed his teeth quickly, then patted into the family room, turning on a movie for background noise. He looked down and saw the unopened bottle of Tequila and smiled. He Sebastian loved him just for the factor of him not drinking. He knew Chandlers dad was a alcoholic, and abused him when he was younger, and hated drinking when upset.

“You’ve already made me sit through The Little Mermaid and Peter Pan. I don’t think I can take much more of this,” Sebastian sighed dramatically. He was sprawled out across the couch, a folded blanket under his head as a pillow. Chandler rolled his eyes at his boyfriend from where he was sitting on the floor in front of the television, the two movies in his hand.

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Chandler said, shaking his head slightly. “Which movie?” he asked again, holding them up for Sebastian to see.

“You realize this is completely unfair,” Sebastian told his boyfriend, ignoring the question he’d been asked. “I have to sit through hours of shitty movies, and you won’t even sit near me while we watch them,” he complained, propping himself up on his elbows to look at his boyfriend.

“Yes, because if I sit near you, you always pull me into your arms, which leads to making out, which means neither of us get to watch the movie,” Chandler huffed at him, setting the movies down and wandering over to the couch, sitting in the small empty spot near Sebastian’s feet. Sebastian rolled his eyes, sitting up and pulling his boyfriend into his lap, pecking him on the cheek.

“See?” the blonde demanded. “All I did was sit on the couch,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but we’re not watching a movie right now,” Sebastian reminded him, nuzzling against the side of his neck. “Besides,” he added, “normal people watch movies together for the sole purpose of making out with each other.”

Chandler crossed his arms, scowling slightly but letting Sebastian pull him closer. “I just wanted to watch a movie,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and burying his face in Sebastian’s chest.

“And we already did,” Sebastian pointed out, a slight hint of amusement in his tone. “Twice.”

“I know that,” Chandler grumbled, cuddling closer to Sebastian, “But we just don’t get to spend that much time together anymore,” he said, his voice slightly muffled.

Sebastian sighed, tightening his arms around the blonde and kissing the top of his head. “I know, babe,” he said, sounding sad. “But,” he added, “I’m pretty sure making out counts as spending time together,” he told Chandler in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“Really now?” Chandler asked, lifting his head up and smiling when he saw Sebastian grinning down at him.

“Yeah, I really don’t get it,” Hunter was telling Chandler, scooting even farther into the blonde’s personal space and shooting him a smile. “But you’ve got such a great grade in French, I figured you could help me,” he added.

“Sure,” Chandler nodded with a smile, and Sebastian took a drink of his coffee, helping to resist the urge to point out that he, Hunter’s roommate, was fluent in French, or that Hunter’s grade was perfectly fine, thank you very much.

When he looked up from glaring at his own homework, he saw that Hunter now had his arm draped over the back of Chandler’s chair, watching the blonde’s lips as he went over verb conjugations.

“So, are you thinking of joining the Warblers?” Hunter asked Chandler, somehow finding the space to lean even closer. “I could probably get you in without an audition,” he offered, “you know, being captain and all.”

“I thought Seb was captain of the Warblers,” Chandler said, looking up from his textbook with a confused look on his face and raising his eyebrow at both boys.

“I was—” Sebastian began, gritting his teeth when Hunter cut him off quickly. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his coffee, taking a sip to keep himself from saying what he really wanted to.

“—he very graciously agreed to…step aside when I transferred,” Hunter told Chandler with a smirk, not even looking at Sebastian.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Chandler sounded surprised, turning to face Sebastian and making Hunter frown in disappointment.

“Never came up,” Sebastian shrugged, trying not to sound too pissed off.

Chandler looked a little confused, but he didn’t reply, just put his head down and continued explaining things to Hunter, in a softer voice than before. Hunter looked quite pleased with himself, complimenting Chandler every now and then, but letting him talk for the most part.

Sebastian returned to his own work, trying to ignore the both of them but failing. After a while, Hunter started to stray from the topic of homework, asking Chandler more questions about himself, which would have been fine, until finally…

“Do you have a boyfriend, then?” Hunter asked with a brilliant smile, arm still draped over Chandler’s chair as he leaned slightly closer.

“Nope,” Chandler shrugged casually, taking a sip of his coffee. Sebastian scowled, narrowing his eyes at Hunter, who just ignored him, grinning widely at Chandler’s answer.

“You should probably watch out, then,” Hunter told him. “You’re new to Dalton, and if the guys find out you’re single, they’ll eat you up. I could always help you out, though,” he suggested, nonchalantly taking a sip of coffee and looking to Chandler for an answer.

“I think I’ll be okay,” Chandler laughed softly, flipping a page in his textbook and scribbling something in the margin of his notebook.

“Are you sure? Because I could—”

“Hunter!” Sebastian finally snapped. “Don’t you have someplace to be?” he gave his roommate a look.

“Yeah,” Hunter said carefully, after a moment of consideration. He grabbed his stuff, slinging his bag over his shoulder and reaching back down to get his coffee. “Bye, Chandler,” he gave the blonde a wink, before sauntering off without a backwards glance.

Sebastian quickly took a sip of coffee, fervently hoping Chandler would stay silent. Of course he know knew about Sebastian’s feelings, but he hoped his friend would just leave it alone, rather than actually verbally turning him down.

“So,” Chandler started, after Sebastian had put his drink down, “are you guys fighting or something?” he asked, tilting his head slightly with a questioning look, completely oblivious to everything that had just happened.

Chandler looked down at the stone and set the hat on it. He ran his hands over the beat up, ripped, dirty fabric, and slightly smiled at all the memories that ran through his mind.

"Chandler? Baby, have you seen my hat?" Sebastian called from the family room of their house. He went back to the room he shared with his husband, "Babe di-" he started till he saw his husband sitting on their bed, staring down at the hat, "Babe..." He whispered and crawled on the bed, wrapping his arms around the smaller man, "It will only be a little while, I will be back soon, I promise honey.... Chan, baby look at me." He grabbed his chinned and turned his face to look at him, his dark eyes meeting bright blue wet eyes, "It'll be okay... I promise." He kissed him, feeling Chandler responded, before curling into him, hugging him as tight as he could.

"Bassy bear... I can't.... Please b-be careful..." Chandler mumbled out, his face stuffed in his husbands uniform.

"I always am baby.... Always... I also always have you with me," He whispered into the blonde's head, (that should be graying but let's be honest, Chandler wouldn't allow it, so he dyes it) and reached for the pocket over his chest, where his heart is, and pulled out a picture. The picture was of them, laughing, with chandler on his back,Sebastian looking up at him, love in his eyes, and Chandler staring at the camera, with his hands tangled in Sebastian's hair. "I will always have my gorgeous, brave, talented, amazing love with me... Y-You are my strength, Chandler Tyler Smythe-Kiehl, as long as I have you, I will be okay." He whispered through tears, putting the slightly bent picture back in his pocket. He then pulled the man he loved back to him, '"I love you to the moon and back." He kissed the top of his head.

"Dad's? It's time to go." A women with dark hair and eyes like her father walked in. "Daddy..." She frowned, seeing Chandler crying.

"I'm okay Angel, I promise." Chandler stood up and looked in the mirror, making a disgusted look at his reflection, wiping his eyes, "Ugh! Look at me! I look horrid." He spat.

Sebastian then stood up and wrapped his arms around his husbands waist, "You look perfect babe, like you always do." He whispered, and kissed his neck, causing Chandler to flush deep red, making Sebastian grin, "Perfect." He let Chandler turn around in his arms, and put the hat he had been clutching just moments ago back on his head.

"I love you to the moon and back then back again Baby.... Always." Chandler whispered, running his hands over the stone, where the same words were on the stone. He reached his hand in his breast pocket, and pulled out the picture that years before Sebastian pulled out, a tear slid down his cheek as he stared at his husbands face. "You are my strength..." He whispered

"Daddy? Are you ready?" A blonde women asked, a brunette man and women behind her, then a younger blonde women. Just a little way's back you could see the parking lot filled with his children's spouses and children, along with his sister-in-law and her family.

Chandler’s decided that Sebastian Smythe is the stupidest show off to ever grace the Earth. Which is saying something because a lot of mutants are show offs. Sebastian takes it to the next level though. He’s cocky, arrogant, loud and not afraid to tell anyone and everyone (including normal, “boring” humans) what he can do. And it’s not all that impressive, to be honest. All he does is control water – turn it to anything he wants, make waves, have an ocean fall from a droplet – and well, the moons been moving water that longer than anyone’s been alive so Chandler couldn’t care less about Sebastian’s power.

  Except it is actually kind of cool. Watching rain turn to confetti, balloons or sweets as it falls from the sky is a weird, hypnotizing sight and Chandler’s almost slapped himself more than once when he couldn’t look away. Sebastian’s smug and a show off – he doesn’t deserve another pair of fascinated eyes watching his every move.

  And Chandler thinks his own mutation is better. Granted, plenty of mutants think they’re the best, especially in an age where they’re not condemned or feared quite as much, but Chandler loves what he can do. It’s not useful, per se, to be incredibly flexible, to be able to bend over backwards (literally) and feel next to no pain if a bone twists the wrong way – it’s fun though and he can also jump a mile high (close to it if not spot on), get over a building in one leap.

  He knows Sebastian thinks it’s good too. Chandler’s seen him watching. He’s doing it right now.

  Chandler’s flipping and jumping across the lawn outside the school, using his free hour to practice his tricks, and he can feel eyes on him. He knows they’re Sebastian’s because they’re constant, fixed, and land on his ass more often than not and while it should be off putting, Chandler kind of likes the attention and he can’t deny that Sebastian’s hot. An arrogant idiot, but hot.

  It bothers Chandler that Sebastian will go for any male that moves, though, and the unexpected spike of jealousy he feels when Sebastian eyes dart away to eye up Anderson (telepathy and eyes of persuasion) across the lawn makes him wobble mid flip and land hard on his back, blinking up at the sky with a sigh.

  Sebastian’s face hovers into view moments later, signature smirk in place.

  “Distracted, Kiehl?”

  Chandler lifts himself up in a fluid roll of his body and picks grass of his jacket. “Don’t you have class, Smythe?”

  “Mutant history at two,” Sebastian says. He checks his watch, continues, “So I’ve got another hour to watch your gorgeous ass bend over.”

  Chandler means to say “Piss off, Sebastian,” but instead he mutters, “Or Anderson’s.”

  Sebastian’s smirk only grows. “Jealous, are you?”

  “No,” Chandler says quick, shoving past Sebastian for some space to stretch. He has his back to Sebastian but still hears a snort.

  “That pretty blush on your face says otherwise.” Chandler squeaks and freezes, arms in the air, when hands land on his hips and a warm, solid, nice body presses up against him and Sebastian’s mouth skims his ear and whispers, “Don’t worry about Anderson, he’s of no interest to me.” The hands on Chandler squeeze and Chandler gasps, his eyes flutter shut and his toes curl inside his shoes. Sebastian continues, “You on the other hand are very interesting,” and Chandler starts to drop his arms, hovers them uncertainly when one of his hands almost curves around the back of Sebastian’s head, like it wants to hold Sebastian in place.

  Instead, he finds it in himself to wriggle out of Sebastian’s grip and brush at his clothes, straightening himself out.

  He bends over backwards till his hands touch the ground and holds the position, breathing deep through his nose. “Find someone else to perv on, Smythe.” The words have no bite, but he can’t simply give in.

  “But no one else is this fun,” Sebastian says. Chandler watches as Sebastian’s legs come into sight, then Sebastian’s face as he crouches to look Chandler in the eye. He grins as he says, “And your position is the worst for hiding a hard on.”

It was a week after Seth and Sebastian spoke and Sebastian was packing a duffle bag. He had shot Seth a text saying that he was going to come. He had thought about what his brother said a lot, both about his sister, andChandler. He still wasn’t sure about what he would do aboutChandler, but he decided to go see his brother, sister-in-law and little sister.

The door opened and Sebastian looked up to seeChandlerwalk in.Chandlerlooked up and smiled, “Hey, going home for break?” He asked, throwing his school bag on the bed, and taking off his jacket, moving to hang it up. He kicked of his shoes, and beanie and laid down on his bed, yawning.

Sebastian looked at him, “Yeah going to my brothers. Don’t you have to pack?” He asked, zipping up his bag and setting it on the ground, and sitting on his bed.

Chandlerbit his lip, looking down, “I will later…” He mumbled and quickly thought of a subject to change too. “Your brother seems kind.” He said, looking up.

Sebastian made a confused look at howChandlernoticeably changed when he asked if he was going home. He looked at his face when he stated about his brother. Though he wanted to know whyChandlerdeflated when he was asked, he chose not too. He saw that the boy’s constant brightness had left his eyes and frowned. “He’s alright.” He agreed. “You should get to packing though. First day of break and the parking lot will be hard to get out of.” He stated.

Chandlernodded. “I will be alright. I will pack later tonight.” He stated, and laid back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. “You should get going, Sebastian.” He said, choosing not to look at the brunette.

Sebastian nodded and sighed, standing up, grabbing his duffle bag. “Yeah….” He mumbled, making his way to the door. He opened it and stepped out, looking back on the blonde laying on the bed, he looked so small and deflated, “Merry Christmas, Chan.” He said softly.

Chandlerturned and smiled warmly, “Merry Christmas, Seb.” He responded, sitting up and trying to put a smile on his face.