#davekarofsky

Dave really needed an escape. He needed to at least talk to someone that wasn't a pastor and definitely not a parent. His sister was out too, he knew she held the same beliefs as their folks. So he tuned to Sebastian. With a sigh, he told his dad he was off to go study with Azimio then headed out. The drive wasn't too bad really but once he got to the Starbucks, he frowned slightly when he saw how many cars were in the parking lot. With a slight frown, he headed inside to find Sebastian.

Sebastian looked around the cafe and didn't see Dave right away. He went to stand in line, ordering a chai tea latte with mocha and grabbing a small table, one of two open in the cafe.

Dave came in and saw Sebastian as he was sitting down. He gave a small smile then went to order his salted caramel mocha, then went to join Sebastian. "Hey," he said. Sitting down, he realized the table was smaller than he thought and he and Sebastian were closer together than he thought they'd be. "Is this like, the only coffee place in town?" he joked.

Sebastian shrugged. "It's Starbucks at 9 on a Saturday. Pretty sure this is the morning rush for any coffee shop."

Dave chuckled. "Guess you're right," he said. "So uh... how are things at your fancy pants school?" he asked.

Sebastian laughed. "My fancy pants school?" he asked with a grin. "Fine, I guess. I think I'll find out today if I got Warblers captain or if someone else did."

Dave shrugged. "Compared to McKinley? Yeah..." He quirked an eyebrow. "Warblers? The hell is that?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "It's our song and dance group. Much better than the Nude Erections.

Dave "Oh, you're a glee dork," he teased. "Yeah... at least it's a better name." He sipped his drink slowly and sighed.

Sebastian scoffed at Dave. "I'm not a glee dork. I'm just talented and enjoy singing and dancing. And it's not just a better name: we're better, period." He took a sip of his drink and sighed contently. "So did you have something in particular you wanted to talk about?" he asked.

Dave "Oh, he's modest too folks!" Dave shrugged and looked at the table. "It's just... I dunno. Were you ever..." He glanced around and it didn't look like anyone was listening. "Did you lie about being in the closet?" he asked quietly. "I mean, I can't... you know. Tell anyone. At all. But at the same time I'm tired of lying."

Sebastian grinned. "'The meek may inherit the earth, but for the moment, it belongs to the conceited, like me,'" he quoted at David. He frowned, chewing on his lip for a second. "I did for a little while," he admitted. "But it was only a couple of months. My sister actually sort of confronted me about it and was like, why aren't you out? Mom and dad wouldn't care.' He paused for a second to shrug. "So I came out. Honestly, neither of them were surprised and neither cared. I've gone to the same church since I was little, at least while I lived in Ohio, so it's not like they were anti-gay because of the church or anything." He shrugged again. "I wish I had better advice for you."

Dave sighed and nodded. "No, I get it..." he said. "It's just not the world I grew up in."

Sebastian frowned, taking another sip of his drink. "It just sucks. I wish the world wasn't so heteronormative."

Dave "Uh... I don't know what that means but I think I agree."

Sebastian "It means that being straight is normal and right by society's general standard. Or something to that effect."

Dave "Oh... Yeah." Dave finished off his drink and fidgeted with his cup. "I just need to get through this year and get far away from here..." he mumbled.

Sebastian gently touched Dave's hand for just a moment before withdrawing it. "It'll be better soon," he said softly.

Dave smiled at the touch. "I hope so," he replied. "I just... I feel bad for all the shit I've done. I apologized for most of it, but... I dunno, I guess this is karma's payback."

Sebastian frowned. "Being gay isn't karma. It's just human nature. Sometimes life is a pain in the ass and people don't know how to handle it. Show the people you've affected that you've changed and the good ones will forgive you."

Dave shrugged. "Maybe..." he said.

Sebastian nodded, sure of himself. "Trust me. It's true."

Dave sighed. "I just... I don't know how to do that without losing the friends I have, y'know? I've got this whole thing I set up for myself. If I suddenly changed my entire behavior, I'd be left in the gutter with the rest of the losers."

Sebastian hummed for a moment. "Would you rather be accepted by the majority for being someone you're really not? Or would you rather be accepted by the good people in your life for being who you really are?" he asked after a moment.

Dave huffed. "It's not that simple," he said. "My parents... my best friend would kick the shit out of me. The guys I've known my whole life would stop talking to me..."

Sebastian held his hands up in surrender for a quick second. "Hey, it's just a thought. Something to think about."

Dave nodded. "I know... I mean, I wish things were that simple. Not having to worry about conversion therapy or getting beat up... you know?"

Sebastian "Conversion therapy needs to be banned," he muttered. "It's not right."

Dave nodded. "I know... though I'd deserve it for the shit I've done."

Sebastian shook his head. "No one deserves that, no matter what they've done."

Dave "I've done some pretty shitty stuff," he said. "I... when my anger was really bad... I threatened to kill Hummel."

Sebastian frowned. "I still don't think you deserve to go through conversion therapy. Not that I condone death threats. Did you talk to him about it?"

Dave nodded. "Yeah... last year was pretty bad for me. I'm the reason he transferred... I just... I couldn't stand that he was so comfortable with who he was while I had no choice but to hide. But I apologized to him. We're on at least tolerable terms."

Sebastian nodded, thinking for a second. "I think there's some proof for you. If Kurt's willing to forgive you and be on "at least tolerable terms" with you, I'd say you stand a chance."

Dave "With him and the dorks in glee club, maybe. With the rest of my friends? With my family? No chance in hell." Dave shook his head. "I don't mean to be so negative. It's just... The life I grew up in isn't exactly conducive to who I am. Y'know?"

Sebastian frowned, nodding again. He couldn't really imagine growing up and not being able to be open about who he was. "I wish I could do something for you," he said lamely.

Dave shrugged. "Hey, you've done plenty," he said. "Just talking to so some who isn't trying to get me to repent for my sins and resist temptation is a huge help." He gave a small chuckle then glanced at his watch again. "Alright, I better head out. I've got actual studying to do," he said. "Seriously Sebastian, thank you."

Sebastian gave Dave's wrist a small squeeze. "You're welcome. If you ever want to talk to my pastor, let me know and I can set something up with her for you. I think that might do you some good, too." He stood, stretching slightly and grabbing his leftover drink. "Now I have to do some Shakespeare homework. I haven't even looked at the assignment. Hope it's not too hard."

Dave smiled softly. "I might do that..." He said. He stood when Sebastian did and grabbed his empty cup. "Not gonna lie, that sounds gross," he said. They walked out to the parking lot, Dave stopping to toss his cup on the way. When they reached the parking lot, Dave smiled. "Thanks again," he said. "If you need math help or someone beat up or something, you have my number."

Sebastian shrugged. "It sort of is but I also sort of like it." He followed Dave to the parking lot, still sipping his drink. "Hey, are you saying you don't think I could beat someone up?"

Dave shrugged and chuckled slightly. "I think you'd resort to more of that psychological stuff. Name calling, spreading gossip, that sort of thing. You don't exactly scream 'brute'.

Sebastian shrugged. "Probably would. But I bet I'm strong enough for the physical stuff."

Dave laughed. "I don't know. I mean you ride horses. I tackle dudes."

Sebastian laughed. "I play lacrosse, too. It's like ice hockey, but without the ice. And I climb sometimes."

Dave "So it's like field hockey...?" Dave teased. "Okay, I mean lacrosse and climbing are pretty awesome, but I still don't think you'd actually beat someone up."

Sebastian scoffed. "It's nothing like field hockey. And I still think I could if I really wanted to."

Dave shrugged. "Whatever you say Smythe."

Sebastian shrugged again. "I say I'm right," he shot back. "But I really do have to go or this assignment will end up being a ten page paper or some shit like that."

Dave laughed and nodded. "Alright dude. I'll see you around huh?"

Sebastian stretched slowly on the porch of his cabin, always taking care to avoid injuries. He slipped his earbuds in, turning the music up loudly before going off on the trail that he had figured out that he liked best. He had made a special playlist of anything on his iPod that was loud with a pounding bass for his runs at camp because the show tunes were starting to mess with his head. He would have run right by the other two boys if he hadn't sneezed and one of his earbuds fallen out. But he did sneeze and it did fall out and he could hear a rustling. Instantly he was on edge, uncertain of what was nearby. "Hello?" he called, somehow managing to make his voice sound large and brave. "Is someone out there?"

Dave froze when he heard footsteps and then someone sneezing. "Hey..." he panted, pushing Roger back. "Did you hear that?" Roger stopped and listened, then chuckled. "You're being paranoid," he said. And then they heard someone call out. "Shit..." Dave hissed. Roger pressed his finger to Dave's lips and smirked. "Shhh... this will be fun," he whispered. He pressed his lips to Dave's again and smiled, but Dave didn't respond. "They'll leave in a minute, just kiss me." Reluctantly, Dave did so, and immediately relaxed. Roger worked open Dave's fly and let his hand press against Dave, making him whimper. "Quiet!" Roger reminded him.

Sebastian paused his music, pulling out the other earbud just in time to hear a small whimper. "Hello?" he asked again, turning to the noise and scowling as he noted the lack of bravery in his voice. He could make out a shape in the dark, a person-sized shape. Or a small bear-sized shape. Sebastian hoped for the first, taking a tentative step towards it. "Hello?" he said one last time.

Dave pushed Roger back again. "Hey, someone's coming!" he whispered. Roger rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you!" he said, leaning in to kiss Dave again. "Seriously, they're gonna realize what we're doing and leave, I promise." Dave furrowed his brow. "What if it's a counselor?" he asked. Roger shook his head. "They're doing cabin checks soon. Seriously, just ignore it... maybe it's just a deer." "Who can talk?" Dave mumbled. "Have you seen Bambi?" Dave rolled his eyes and Roger huffed. "C'mon then, let's just head back. All my roommates are gone," he said. They headed back to the path but as Dave was fixing up his pants, he didn't see Sebastian standing there until he almost walked into him. "Whoa! Shit! I-- Smythe? What are you doing out here??" he exclaimed.

Sebastian stared blankly at Dave as the other almost ran into him. "Running. I mean, I was running. Now I'm looking at you and this guy. Why is your hair all messed up and were you just zippering up your pants?"

Dave looked down at Roger who looked up at him with equally wide eyes. "Uh... we were just leaving..." Dave said. "It was nothing. My fly was--" "Stuck!" Roger interjected. "Yeah, his fly was stuck so I was helping him. And we fell... and uh... and then a bear attacked us." Dave looked down at Roger and mentally face-palmed.

Sebastian couldn't help but snort. "So your fly got stuck in the middle of the woods so your new best friend benevolently helped you and then you fell on the ground and were attacked by a bear? What did the bear do to you? How'd you get away?"

Dave glared at Roger and he shrugged. "I'm not good under pressure!" he said. Dave rolled his eyes and looked at Sebastian. "Listen Smythe... You didn't see us out here okay? So go on and finish your little run or whatever unless you'd like to return to camp with a rearranged face."

Sebastian scoffed. "My father's an attorney. I'd rethink that threat if I were you, Karofsky."

Dave Dave was freaking out on the inside, but the panic attack could wait. He had to make sure Sebastian wouldn't tell. "Look, you can't tell anybody okay? I don't care what your dad does, keep your trap shut!" He felt a hand on his am and looked over at Roger. "Okay so as hot as you are when you're ready to hulk out, maybe you should try the less-violent approach..." he said. Dave sighed and pulled out of Roger's grip. "Can you give us a minute?" he asked. "Seriously, just go back to your cabin, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Roger sighed and nodded. He leaned in to kiss Dave before freezing then shaking Dave's hand awkwardly. When he was gone, Dave looked at Sebastian. "Seriously Smythe, I mean it."

Sebastian grinned wickedly, enjoying this too much for the moment. "Or what?" he asked, knowing that he'd never out someone on purpose but making Dave sweat a little was fun and distracting him from the fast approaching parents weekend.

Dave Dave groaned in frustration. "Or I'll make good on my word about rearranging your face!" he said. "It's hard to talk about seeing anything if your jaw is wired shut!" He glared at the other boy and tried to keep his tough exterior instead of the fear that was filling him up.

Sebastian smirked. "At that point the damage to you would already be done and harming me would just get you in trouble with the police and an excellent attorney that would be certain to not let the charges drop."

Dave took a step closer. "You don't understand!" he said. "I will literally lose all my friends, and my parents will either kill me or kick me out. You cannot breathe a word to anybody!"

Sebastian shrugged. "Maybe they were shit friends to begin with," he pointed out, not backing away from Dave like he really felt like doing.

Dave glared. "You can't tell anybody, do you understand?" He moved closer and poked his finger hard to Sebastian's chest. "For real. You tell anybody and you're dead meat."

Sebastian chuckled softly. "Your threats don't scare me, Karofsky. Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you're bluffing."

Dave "Don't test me," he warned. "I mean it. My life will be over and you can be sure that I'll drag you down with me."

Sebastian scoffed again. "How? Outing me? Oh wait, I'm out and loud. Killing me? Please do. Do you have some dirt on me that I don't know about? Didn't think so."

Dave slammed his hand against the tree next to him so he didn't hit Sebastian. "Sebastian!" he shouted. "Please! You can't tell anybody or my life will be over!" He took a deep breath and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I will do whatever it takes okay? Anything, to make you suddenly forget what you saw, okay?"

Sebastian turned away, walking back towards the camp. "I'm not that much of an asshole, Karofsky."

Dave reached forward and grabbed Sebastian's arm. "Smythe," he said, voice softer, more pleading. "My life will be over if anyone finds out. Literally. This is bigger than just some stage kiss with another dude."

Sebastian turned back towards Karofsky, angrily jerking his arm from his grasp. "I said 'I'm not that much of an asshole,'" he hissed at the other, anger that Dave actually had something to lose flaring up in him

Dave held his hands up in surrender. "Well uh... thanks," he said. "If there's any way I can make it up to you... roughing up those glee clubbers, bugging Puckerman for a drink, /anything/, let me know."

Sebastian gave Dave an incredulous look. "Bugging Noah for a drink? Do you think I'm twelve?"

Dave shrugged. "He and Zizes have a hookup that's getting them booze, I dunno. I'm just saying." He bit his lip. "I am grateful though. Really."

Sebastian turned away from Dave, not moving otherwise. "Don't worry, you won't be losing it all tonight," he muttered.

Dave furrowed his brow. "Tonight?" he asked. "Dude, I mean like, you can't even after camp."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "No shit."

Dave "Then what did you mean?"

Sebastian shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Are you coming back to camp or what?"

Dave "Well, I kinda have to worry about it..." he said.

Sebastian glared over his shoulder. "Well fucking don't. Are you going to come back to camp with me or not?"

Dave "Hey, whatever crawled up your ass, if it's something I said? I'm sorry. I have anger issues okay?" He frowned slightly. "I... yeah, I'm coming," he mumbled.

Sebastian started to walk back to the cabins. "It's not anything you said. I get angry when I'm jealous," he said without meaning to.

Dave was taken aback. "Jealous?" he asked as he walked after Sebastian. "Wait, what do you have to be jealous of me for? Wait..." He looked at Sebastian. "Does this have to do with Roger?"

Sebastian laughed loudly. "Why would I be jealous because of Roger?"

Dave rolled his eyes. "I dunno, there's nothing else to be jealous of me for," he mumbled.

Sebastian just kept walking. He didn't know what to say that wouldn't end up with a confessional to Dave and that wasn't something he wanted to deal with, even if he was planning on forgetting tonight completely.

Dave "Seriously dude, you already know my worst secret. Well, one of them...." Dave sighed. "It can't be that bad."

Sebastian turned and stopped, putting his hand on Dave's chest. "I do not want to talk about this right now," he said, his voice a low growl. "I can't deal with it, ok?"

Dave stopped. "Hey, okay," he said, holding his hands up. "No talking then. I'm just a little confused..."

Sebastian "At least you have something to lose," he hissed.

Dave looked at Sebastian in confusion. "What? By being gay??" He shook his head. "Dude, that's nothing to be jealous of, at all. I mean, I can't even be this... be who I am, because my entire life would fall apart."

Sebastian nodded. "That's why I'm jealous. Because you have something to lose. You have someone that fucking cares."

Dave "They don't care! That's the point!" he said. "They would see me dead before they saw me with a boyfriend, do you really want that kind of person in your life??"

Sebastian "At least you have both your parents."

Dave shook his head. "They're only my parents as long as I'm totally lying to them," he countered. "Whichever one of yours isn't around, trust me, it's better than knowing they hate who you really are."

Sebastian shook his head. "No it's not. I'd have fucking lived in France if the fucking judge hadn't decided on 50/50. My world is ruined," he spat, tears growing in his eyes.

Dave watched Sebastian. "I... don't know what that means, but it sounds like it sucks," he said. "Listen... why don't we hit up Zizes for some booze and we forget about any of this? I mean, I know I could use a drink..."

Sebastian nodded. "Me, too. I have some in my cabin though so we don't need the middleman."

Dave "You inviting me over?" Dave teased.

Sebastian wiped at his eyes, hoping Dave would just pretend that he didn't notice anything. "Ha ha. Very funny, Karofsky. But yes. Yes, I am."

Dave smirked. "Well count me in then," he replied. He saw Sebastian wiping his eyes but didn't say anything, not wanting to embarrass him. "C'mon then." He nodded his head and started walking again.

Sebastian turned and walked next to Dave. "We can't drink it at my cabin though because I don't feel like sharing with the guys and I don't want nosy questions."

Dave chuckled. "Well I'm roommates with Puckerman and Hudson and if they aren't there then Teen Jesus will be," he said. "Maybe we can go to the dock?"

Sebastian nodded. "Sounds good to me."

Dave followed Sebastian and bit his lips slightly. It's not like he and Roger were exclusive or anything, and it's not like he was planning on doing anything with Sebastian. He had no reason to feel guilty... right?

Sebastian paused as they approached the cabin. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he said. He went inside, rummaging through his drawers for his favorite sweatshirt and wrapping a nearly full bottle of rum in it, hiding it from his roommates as he left the cabin once again, pointedly ignoring them. "Let's go," he said to Dave as he approached.

Dave chuckled. "I'll wait..." he said. He leaned against the wall and shoved his hands in his pockets. When he reemerged, Dave pushed away and smiled. They walked down to the dock and Dave sat. "Alright Smythe, what's our poison?"

Sebastian sat down next to Dave, making sure not to sit too close. "Vanilla rum. Best stuff in the world. Well, for the moment at least. I keep changing my mind on my favorite liquor."

Dave chuckled. "Unfortunately, I'm not versed in much more than Coors..." he said.

Sebastian laughed. "Well this will get you drunk quicker and it tastes a lot better," he said, opening the bottle and taking a swig before holding it out in offering to Dave.

Dave watched Sebastian take a drink and swallowed thickly. He took the bottle and took a sip. "Wow... that is good," he said, handing it back to Sebastian. "Y'know, my cousin always says that when you share a drink with someone it's a little like a making out..."

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. "Does that bother you? I mean, you just had what's-his-face's hand down your pants, I think."

Dave blushed. "I... no, I mean...." He shook his head. "No, it doesn't. Yeah, it was," he said at last. "I mean, you're not a bad-looking dude. And Roger's been like, helping me or whatever he calls it..."

Sebastian laughed and raked his eyes over Dave, not bothering to hide it. "You're not so bad yourself," he said. "Helping you? With what? Learning how to make out with a guy well?"

Dave blushed again. "With being comfortable with this whole thing... My pastor would see me trying to 'be straight' and it was working well enough. But..." He shrugged. "I like this better."

Sebastian laughed again. "Everyone likes this better," he said, taking another large drink before handing the bottle back to Dave.

Dave chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, you're right..." He took the bottle back and took a drink. "Hm... thanks for sharing," he mumbled.

Sebastian nodded. "Not a problem. Makes me feel like less of an alcoholic," he said, gulping down at least two shots worth.

Dave smirked. "Yeah... I guess that makes sense," he said. He took the bottle back and took one more drink. "Hm... I think I'm starting to feel it," he slurred.

Sebastian grinned. "You sound like you're starting to feel it."

Dave smiled. "Well so do--so do you," he said. He sighed and laid back on the dock, staring up at the sky. "God, we never see stars like this back home..." he mumbled.

Sebastian scoffed. "I hold my liquor well. Lots of practice," he said, leaning back onto his hands and tilting his head back. "It is really serene out here. Reminds me of home."

Dave rolled his eyes. He nodded and let his eyes fall shut. "Yeah, it's nice," he said. "Hey so..." His eyes opened and he looked up at Sebastian. "Why don't you have a boyfriend? I mean like, you're hot. And you can be tolerable from time to time."

Sebastian glanced down at Dave before looking back to the sky. "I never saw the point. I moved to a different continent every year. I'm not ready to settle down yet. I'm young and have a full life ahead of me."

Dave shrugged. "I guess that makes sense," he mumbled. Looking back at the stars, he smiled softly. "Well, I think you'd make a good boyfriend to someone."

Sebastian laughed. "I think you really are drunk. Literally no one has ever said that to me ever."

Dave laughed. "I'm really drunk..." he agreed. "But I'm serious as a... thing. I dunno." He sat up and looked at Sebastian again. "I mean it. You'll make some dude really happy someday."

Sebastian scoffed, leaning back further onto his back. "You're more likely to do that than me. I'm just likely to give them great orgasms."

Sebastian: Seb is just blunter than usual. Or maybe just as blunt. I don't know.

Sebastian: He drinks to forget. It doesn't normally work.

Dave shook his head. "I dunno. I can't ever be gay around my family, and who wants to be some secret... person?"

Sebastian looked over at Dave. "Why is it so important to you to be accepted by your family that you can't even be happy with something that is intrinsically you?"

Sebastian: That sentence made more sense in my head. We're blaming the alcohol.

Dave huffed and shook his head. "You don't get it..." he said, reaching for the bottle again. He took another swig of rum and frowned. "They're super into their church. And that's where I get most of my business too..." He looked at Sebastian and sighed. "They are firmly under the belief that 'those people' should be in therapy or something until they're 'fixed'. Why 'm meeting with Pastor Mike every week."

Sebastian rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. "Why not just leave when you turn 18? You wouldn't have to see them again. You could be out. You could find a church that accepts you."

Dave shrugged. "I'm goin' away for school I hope. I won't have to see them very often. But until then... they're kinda all I have."

Sebastian shrugged, still watching Dave carefully. "Maybe you should find something more to have for now then. You know, supportive friends and whatnot."

Dave rolled his eyes. "The dudes on the football team would hate me and I fucked over any chance with any of the people from my school who are here." He shrugged again. "Exactly five people know, and most of them hate me for it."

Sebastian chuckled softly. "Sounds like you just need out of Ohio."

Dave laughed. "You can say that again..." He looked over at Sebastian. "Thanks for tonight..." he said. "Besides Roger, who only wants to run lines or stick his tongue down my throat, I never get to talk to anyone about this stuff."

Sebastian shrugged. "I do what I can. Plus I kind of freaked out on you earlier so I owe you something."

Dave "I did threaten to hit you though... Kinda figured we were even..."

Sebastian "Yeah, well you threatened to hit me because I was threatening to out you, which, by the way, is something I would never do to anyone."

Dave shook his head. "Forgive me for being' paranoid..." he mumbled. "Parents are coming tomorrow and I don't need anyone trying to give me a bad time in front of them."

Sebastian frowned. "Just because I'm out and don't have a problem with anyone knowing it doesn't mean that I don't understand why someone would want to stay in the closet for a little longer."

Dave nodded. "Well thanks dude... I mean it." He looked over at Sebastian and smiled softly. He really was an attractive guy. Maybe it was his new sense of liberation when it came to his sexuality, maybe it was the feeling of finally having an ally, maybe it was the booze (it was probably the booze), but all he wanted right then was to feel the other boy's lips on his. "I want to kiss you," he said without thinking, the communication between his booze-soaked brain and his mouth apparently broken."

Sebastian smirked. "Lots of boys want to kiss me." He paused. "I let most of them."

Dave "Would you let me?"

Sebastian grinned and nodded slowly, not really thinking through his hurt and booze.

Dave smiled and leaned in slowly. He pressed his lips to Sebastian's in a gentle kiss. He pulled back and smiled. "You taste good. Like vanilla," he whispered. He didn't know why he was doing it, but it felt right.

Sebastian kissed him back gently, scoffing when the other pulled away. "Vanilla rum, genius," he said, quickly pressing his mouth back to Dave's, wrapping an arm around the other's shoulder a bit awkwardly.

Dave "Oh... yeah..." he mumbled. When Sebastian kissed him again, he smiled and went with it happily. Dave rested his hand on Sebastian's waist. Their position was a bit awkward but Dave really liked kissing Sebastian so he wasn't about to stop.

Sebastian gently teased Dave's bottom lip with his teeth, moving closer to him and pressing his body more against the other's.

Dave held Sebastian closer and smirked. "You're--mm--good kisser," he mumbled against the other's lips.

Sebastian grinned against Dave's lips, pushing on the boy's shoulder gently so he could straddle him, leaning down to bite gently on the other's neck. "Lots of practice," he whispered.

Dave chuckled and helped Sebastian into his lap. When Sebasitan bit on his neck, Dave groaned. "Feels good..." he mumbled.

Sebastian sucked gently on the spot he had bitten, pulling away to kiss Dave hard once more. "I know a lot of good tricks to make you feel good," he said quietly.

Dave smiled. "Mm, is that so?" he asked. "Maybe you could show me some."

Sebastian slipped his tongue along Dave's lips, willing the other to part them. "Maybe when you're not drunk," he said, pulling away for a second.

Dave looked up at Sebastian and pouted, but a smile quickly appeared. "You want to do this sober?" he asked.

Sebastian pulled back a bit. "I just don't want you to make a decision you regret because you're drunk," he said, blushing.

Dave sighed. "You're probably right..." he mumbled. He leaned back and looked at Sebastian with a slight pout. "We should probably go... It's past curfew, don't wanna get caught." He moved Sebastian off his lap and helped him stand, albeit on wobbly legs. "You're cute when you blush," he said with a smile. "Maybe I'll see you around?"

Sebastian nodded, brushing off the front of himself habitually. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the compliment. "We're at the same camp. Chances are high we'll see each other before we leave."

Dave "You know what I mean..." Dave said. He moved closer and smiled at Sebastian. "Thanks again," he said. He leaned in and kissed Sebastian softly, more gently than before. "Night, Smythe..."