Sadie ended up going to Florida a day early, they didn’t need her for Smackdown and she wanted to talk with Wes before NXT. Yeah she missed him but the fighting wasn’t something she missed. They were both hard headed that was for sure. But she wasn’t letting anything get her down, there was no reason for it. Pulling up to Wes’ place, she stayed in the car for a few minutes before making her way up the steps. Sadie tapped on the door, lips pressed to the side. She hadn’t told him he was coming and hoped he’d be at least a little happy to see her.Â
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When: The Morning After One of Westley’s Shows, a few weeks ago.
Notes: I assumed that Blaine and Wes lived together, so I’m really sorry if you don’t like that, but we can change it if you want to and just have the other sleep round the others. Oh and I’m really sorry this sucks a lot.Â
Blaine bit his lip hard and inhaled through his nose as he leaned against the kitchen counter, early morning sunlight dancing into the apartment through the little window above the sink. He hadn’t slept at all through the night, instead whenever he’d feel the need to cry he’d sneak out of bed and into the bathroom before turning on both the taps and letting everything take a hold of him. He’d repeated that same thing over ten times from getting home at around 11pm through to around 6am when he’d decided to go sit in the kitchen instead. He hadn’t quite made it to sitting though, instead trapped in his thoughts, Blaine stood and leaned against the counter, his wind whirring. He’d made them both a hot drink, although his remained untouched and his heart was threatening to implode if he took Wes’ to him.
Automatically, when he watched that man kiss Wes, Blaine’s mind jumped to the worst possible conclusion- his boyfriend was having a full blown affair with a cast mate and his and Blaine’s relationship was nothing but a lie because Wes was too scared of Blaine to tell him that he no longer loved him. And as Blaine’s stomach inverted and the color of his face drained, tears rolled their way from his eyes and he stormed out of the theater without so much as a second glance back. Mainly due to the fact that he had no idea how he was supposed to get out. He’d walked back to the apartment crying, ignoring all the sympathetic looks and the throng of quiet “Are you alright?”.Â
Wes was the first person he’d ever had a deep sense of want, need, love and affection for. He’d made him feel things that he struggled to describe, and that was saying something for a guy who almost always knew what to say. Westley St. James left him speechless a lot, whether it was just a kiss on the cheek or a long hug at the end of a long day or sleeping soundly next to Blaine. And he knew he was overreacting, he could tell he was, that guy might not have even have been into boys for Christ’s sake. But this wasn’t the first time, Blaine had felt separated from Wes.Â
Blaine pushed himself off the kitchen counter and he grabbed the mug before padding his way out of the kitchen and into their room before crouching down to Wes’ side, placing the mug on the bedside-table and quietly waking him up. “Wes” he whispered, shaking him slightly on the shoulder, “Time to get up”
mother is being a pain this early in the day how does she do that
pick me up now, please
She sighed, stuffing her phone back in her pocket and proceeding to fix up her latte. Kaye had never been a morning person -- or, to be more correct, she wasn't a morning person until she'd had her fix of caffeine. It wasn't that she held a vendetta against sunlight, although when she was hungover it quite seemed that way; it was just how she'd always been. Unless she had her green tea latte in her hand, she would never adjust to the day ahead. The sound of footsteps approaching the Dunham kitchen made her spin around, only to be met by her mother's clacking high heels. Oh, boy, she thought, glancing down at the clothes she'd thrown on, here it comes.
"High waist shorts and a shirt with obscene profanities sprawled across it, really, Katelyn." her mother glanced at her, letting out a heavy breath, the kind of breath a parent would let out if they'd found out their child was pushing drugs. But no, Kaye had gotten that sigh everyday for merely existing, for choosing combat boots over ballet flats, for joining a protest instead of a luncheon. "I'm just going over to Wes's place, for fu--goodness sake, it's not a big deal." she had to limit the cussing around her mum, otherwise another earful would be in store. "You're quite fond of staying at Wesley's home an awful lot, are you sure his parents don't mind? No daughter of mine will come into a household uninvited. I did not raise you to be a savage." clicking her tongue disapprovingly, as she always did, Erika Dunham took a seat at the counter across her daughter, crossing her legs. "Caroline seems to like having me around. It's naturally polite to make people inside one's home feel welcome, don't you think, Mom?" Kaye couldn't help but snap, and almost instantaneously her mother shut up.
With the second loud sigh of the day, Kaye grumbled a "sorry", albeit insincerely, and treaded down the stairs to her bedroom in her basement, green tea latte in hand. Well, wasn't that a fuckingtastic morning, she thought grimly, opening her room wide open and afterwards slamming the door loud as if to prove a point. And now she'd resorted to acting like a child. Fucking lovely.
"I swear to god, Wes better get here soon." she muttered to herself, and the thought of Wes coming already seemed to quirk the corners of her mouth into a smile. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Wes was one of her closest friends; personal space was a concept foreign to both of them in their relationship, and often mistaken as a couple around people they didn't know. But neither were looking for anything from the other that was romantic emotionally, and everything they felt for each other was simply platonic, and that was that.
Slinging a backpack over one of her shoulders, she checked her phone again for a reply and put it back in her pocket as she trudged up the stairs, back into the living room, where her mother and father were now lounging around - Dad was smoking a cigar, while Mother was reading one of those celebrity magazines about who got plastic surgery this week. Clearing her throat, "I'll wait on the porch for Wes. See you guys later." she announced, kissing her Dad on the cheek goodbye and waving nonchalantly at her mother, who called out "be safe...in those shorts" as she walked out the front door.
Sitting on the white bench and tapping her fingers on her legs impatiently, Kaye sighed, glancing at the ceiling, then the floor, then ceiling. As always, she was in need of an escape from her far from perfect home life, and going to Wes's surely promised that.
Now all she had to do was wait for that asshole to show up.
Time Frame → Monday night; September 23rd, 2013
General Notes → Wes and Sebastian reunite after far too long
Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair as he made his way to Wes's room, desperately hoping that Mitch was out with Austin and they wouldn't be bothered tonight. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind for him -- trying to mend things with Greyson, meeting new people, making new friends, and getting his knuckles bruised from taking care of a few people for Blake. He had been high-strung and tense after not being able to get laid for a month or so, and his restlessness and anxiety was starting to mess with more than just his sleep schedule. But thankfully, the past day had been a whirlwind of getting close to Scotty, making out with Leon for a bit, and now unwinding with Wes. It had been far too long since they had seen each other, much less slept together after he started being exclusively with Spencer. He wasn't going to question his relationship status when he was about to get laid, and he was still a bit miffed that Spencer had gotten Marius over him. He liked Spencer well enough, especially compared to his insufferable brothers, but nobody got in his way when it came to theatre and getting what he wanted, and if he could do a little backstabbing that ended in sex -- why not? It was a win-win for him and he literally had nothing to lose. He knocked on Wes's door as he approached it, leaning against the doorframe and sighing softly.
Wes smiled as he heard the knock, going over to open up the door, mirroring Sebastian's stance on the other side of the doorframe, smirking. He felt slightly bad at how excited he was to be with Sebastian again. He wasn't harboring any illusions of how this was going to end up. He knew that he was going to...well. He guessed the word for it would be cheat. He needed to know, though, he felt, that he really wanted to commit to Spencer. The past few months had been wonderful, but he had been getting restless, and he figured that if he got the itch out of his system then he would be better able to be with Spencer if he wanted. "Hey, beautiful," he greeted.
Sebastian walked in, shutting the door behind him and pulling Wes in by the belt loops. "Speak for yourself." He murmured lowly, smirking. "It's been far too long, babe. You really shouldn't deny me like that." He pouted, pulling their hips together and backing up against the door, leaning in close.
Wes felt a shiver running down his spine at the feeling of being so close to Sebastian again, and leaned in, kissing him fiercely. "I missed this," he confessed. "I know I shouldn't have, but I did."
Sebastian smirked against his lips, kissing him back. "You want what you want." He hummed between kisses, pulling him closer and kissing him hard.
Wes sighed before giving up and relaxing into the kisses, hands going to Sebastian's hips, one creeping under his shirt to rub small circles against his abs. "Don't know how I could have ever given this up."
Sebastian relaxed against him, running his hands up his shirt and over his sides. "You decided that monogamy was somehow more interesting." He rolled his eyes slightly, tilting his head.
Wes shook his head. "No talking about that now. God, I've missed you." He surged forward to kiss Sebastian harder, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and nibbling on it.
Sebastian moaned shamelessly into his mouth, running his hands over his abs and lifting his shirt slightly, rolling their hips together. "I could say the same."
Wes grinned, going ahead and taking his shirt off. "Like that view?" He asked, smirking as he flexed his muscles.
Sebastian groaned softly, running his hands down his chest and attacking his neck. "You have no idea how much I missed those abs." He muttered against his neck.
Wes laughed, tilting his neck for better access. "Nobody appreciates them like you do, Smythe."
Sebastian bit down slightly, chuckling against the column of his throat. "Absolutely not. Can I mark you up or are you going to try to keep this on the downlow?"
Wes shrugged, thinking. "I....I don't know. I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing and I should probably keep it on the downlow, but I wouldn't mind if you marked me up."
Sebastian hummed softly, running his fingers down his sides lightly. "The choice is yours, babe."
Wes shivered, goosebumps running up and down his skin as Sebastian ran his fingers down his sides. "Mark me up all you want, babe," he decided.
Sebastian smirked, biting down hard on his neck. "Your wish is my command." He mused, sliding his hands to his back and slipping them underneath his jeans.
Wes pushed up into Sebastian's hands, groaning as the other boy bit down on his neck. "What do you want tonight?" He asked.
Sebastian shuddered slightly -- he missed those noises way too much. "You." He murmured, too far gone to care.
Wes laughed lightly, kissing Sebastian hard, eyes hooded. "Me?" He asked seductively, rolling his hips against Sebastian's. "Me how?"
Sebastian hummed in thought, kissing him back before pulling back. "Get creative, babe." He groaned, his head falling back against the door as he arched up into him.
Wes grinned, feeling like he had come home again, never mind the slight pulses of guilt going through him. "Want me to ride you, darling? Or you could do me against the wall."
Sebastian groaned, fumbling for the button to Wes's jeans. "I'm never going to turn down either, but wall sex sounds so hot right now." He confessed, pulling his zipper down smoothly. "And you're wearing too many clothes."
Wes shimmied out of his jeans. "We can fix that, can't we?" He winked. "Wall sex it is then, babe. Want my legs around your waist?"
Sebastian nodded, his mouth preoccupied with kissing him hard, palming his erection through his boxers and sucking on his lower lip.
Wes broke away to say, "lube and condoms are over in the bedside table, babe, can you go grab some?" He hadn't realized until then how much he had wanted this, how he positively ached for Sebastian.
Sebastian nodded, managing to pull himself away to grab them. He bent over excessively, smirking to himself as he rifled through the drawer, grabbing the bottle and package and walking back over, dropping them in Wes's hands. "I'm the one wearing too many clothes now." He shrugged his shirt off, stepping out of his jeans and boxers smoothly and tossing them to the side. "Now, where were we?" He mused, pulling Wes forward by the elastic of his boxers and kissing him hard again.
Wes grinned. "You were about to take my boxers off and eat me out, I believe," he suggested. "Though how we could do that against a wall is a challenge."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, sliding his boxers down slowly. "Believe me -- we can do it." He winked, running his fingertips down his chest.
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Get on with it, then," he remarked impatiently. He'd been waiting months for this, he didn't want to wait any longer.
Sebastian chuckled, grabbing the condom and lube out of his hands, dropping to his knees and looking up at him, taking him into his mouth slowly.
Wes had always found the sight of a beautiful boy on his knees particularly enticing. "That's it," he encouraged, pressing into the wet heat.
Sebastian took as much as he could of him without gagging, hollowing out his cheeks and bobbing his head. It had been a while since he had given blowjobs -- Paris was more about desperate boys pleasing him than the other way around -- but it was always different when he was actually friends with his hookups.
Wes smiled down, carding his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "Didn't know you were so good at this, I would have asked for it more often," he remarked.
Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully, glancing up at him and moaning softly at the fingers in his hair.
Wes pulled harder on Sebastian's hair, noting the reaction and hoping to turn the other boy on even more.
Sebastian groaned around him, rolling his hips fruitlessly against the air and balling his hands into fists.
Wes chuckled, remembering that that was one of Sebastian's turn-ons. He started a rhythm of pulling his hair and thrusting shallowly into Sebastian's mouth.
Sebastian moaned around him, relaxing his throat and letting Wes do the work for him.
Wes shook his head. "You're too perfect, boy." He pulled Sebastian off him. "Enough, I want to last for the sequel."
Sebastian smirked, licking his lips obscenely as he came off of him, standing up and popping open the lube. "Up against the wall. Spread your legs."
Wes got in position, spreading his legs eagerly as he waited for Sebastian. "Need you," he gasped.
Sebastian hummed thoughtfully, pouring lube over his fingers and pressing a finger against his entrance. "Really?"
Wes pushed back against the finger, trying to get it in him. "Yes," he groaned out. "It's not even a want, Sebastian, fuck, I'm actually aching for you."
Sebastian smirked, pushing into him slowly. "You're far too hot for your own good, sunshine."
Wes shook his head. "Have you seen yourself?" He canted his hips up in search of a better angle.
Sebastian chuckled, adding a second finger. "Yes I have, actually."
Wes laughed, a laugh interspersed with groans. "Surprised you don't--oh!--jack off in front of the mirror. Or do you?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes, scissoring him out. "That's for me to know and you to never find out, babe."
Wes pulled on Sebastian's wrist. "It's fine, babe, I'm ready."
Sebastian hummed, pulling his fingers out and ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "I like teasing you." He smirked, rolling the condom on himself and lubing himself up, turning Wes around.
Wes grinned wickedly. "And I like your cock in my ass, so get on with it. I'm pretty sure you like being there too."
Sebastian 's eyes darkened, pulling him closer and lifting a leg up on his waist. "Duh. Up."
Wes brought his other leg up around Sebastian's waist, his arms going around the other boy's neck. "Don't drop me now," he warned. "Major turn off if I break a limb." He winked.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, holding his thighs as he slowly lowered Wes onto him, groaning. "Please, like I'd do something like that."
Wes shrugged, gasping as the motion inadvertently shifted him further down onto Sebastian. "Let's hope you're strong enough," he teased.
Sebastian pressed him against the wall, attaching his lips to his neck. "Please -- have you seen my arms?" He murmured, thrusting up.
Wes adjusted his position, squirming over so that Sebastian could reach his neck easier. "Harder," he commanded.
Sebastian consented, snapping his hips up into him with a groan. He bit down, starting up a comfortable pace.
Wes sighed, falling into the rhythm easily. "Fucking you always feels like coming home," he remarked with a wink. "We fit together very nicely." He clenched around Sebastian, smirking.
Sebastian tensed for a second, trying not to think about the double meaning those words might have. Wes was with Spencer and Greyson was with Finn -- nobody had feelings for him and he was safe for right now. He lost his train of thought, groaning and canting his hips up again. "I'd say so."
Wes leaned forward to kiss Sebastian, arms pulling him closer so that their chests were flushed. "I want you to slam me into that fucking wall and fuck me so hard I can't sit for a week," he purred in Sebastian's ear.
Sebastian kissed him back messily, shifting his grip and moaning at Wes's words. "You can't just say things like that." He groaned, slamming his hips up into Wes.
Wes grinned. "I can and I will, darling." He leaned over to suck on Sebastian's left earlobe, teasing it with his tongue.
Sebastian whined softly, pounding into him harder.
Wes started moving as best he could with Sebastian's thrusts, legs gripping the other boy's waist harder. "How do I feel, babe?"
Sebastian buried his face in Wes's neck, biting down hard. "Fantastic as ever." He moaned, panting softly.
Wes reached between them to tweak Sebastian's nipple, the fingers of the other hand raking through Sebastian's hair. "Just--shift a little to the left, darling."
Sebastian gasped softly, complying with Wes and shifting to the left. "There?" He breathed, picking up his speed.
Wes cried out at the new angle. "Yes, yes, fuck, that's it."
Sebastian smirked against his neck, snapping his hips up hard into him.
Wes was letting out little noises with each thrust that he couldn't stop, breathing faster and faster. "Ah-ah-ah," he gasped.
Sebastian was getting closer to the edge, the feel of Wes around him and those delicious noises coming out of his parted lips bringing him closer and closer. "Come on, babe. Vous y êtes presque."
Wes whimpered embarrassingly, hiding his face against Sebastian's chest as he moved against the other boy, rutting against his waist. "Oui," he replied breathily, "tres proche, aidez-moi."
Sebastian groaned -- Wes speaking French was way hot. "Jouis pour moi." He breathed, snapping his hips hard into him.
Wes squirmed, right on the edge, so close it was painful but not quite there, unable to get exactly the friction he wanted. He was beyond caring now, desperate, cock trailing a stream of precome connecting him to Sebastian's chest. "Mon Dieu," he gasped out, "presque, presque," kissing Sebastian to muffle the constant moans coming out of my mouth. "Dites moi que c'est bien pour vous aussi."
Sebastian thrust up harder into him, feeling himself start to tip over the edge. He kissed him back, groaning into his mouth. "Je veux vous entendre crier."
Wes obliged almost instantly, crying out, a long, broken sound before he moaned "Sebastian, Sebastian," and spilled between them, shaking with the force of it.
Sebastian watched Wes fall apart, groaning hard as he came, his hips stuttering to a stop and squeezing his eyes shut, seeing stars at the edge of his vision.
Wes was still coming as he felt Sebastian begin to come inside him, prompting another groan and a renewed wave of pleasure. "So good," he murmured.
Sebastian panted hard as he came down from his high, pressing Wes harder against the wall in an attempt to keep them from falling over. "I'd say so." He breathed, shaking his head.
Wes leaned in to kiss him, still savouring his afterglow. "God I love your dick, Smythe."
Sebastian kissed him back lazily, smirking against his lips. "As you should. I'm quite a fan of yours as well."
Wes didn't want to move, but he was sure it wasn't very comfortable for Sebastian to keep holding me up. "How do I get down, babe?"
Sebastian hummed noncommittally, leaning back a bit and sliding out of him, hissing at the sensitivity. He set Wes down, running his fingers through his hair and rolling off the condom, tying it off and walking over to the trashcan, throwing it in. "And you said we were going to get drunk." He smirked, turning back around.
Wes frowned as Sebastian pulled out. "See, I feel empty already," he remarked. He shrugged. "We still could, you know."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You're a machine, babe." He put his hands on his lower back, stretching out. "If you want. I don't really care one way or the other -- I'm probably going to end up skipping my morning classes anyway."
Wes laughed, getting a bottle of vodka out of the fridge. "Well, we might as well," he remarked, grinning.
Sebastian smirked, leaning against the counter. "I don't see why not."
Ian was sitting on his bed reading a book as he waited for Wes. His mood at the moment wasn't in the best because of his predicament he had with Xavier, which is why he had just stayed inside most of the day so he wouldn't hae to be bothered by most people. The book he was reading was the Count of Monte Cristo, a book that his dad had given him nearly 10 years ago. even being on page 150 and reading for several hours wasn't helping him, and he really didn't feel like being bothered by anyone except Wes at the moment.
Just so that he wouldn't have to get up, Ian sent his twin a text saying that the door was unlocked and that he was just sitting himself down on the bed. still being frustrated he decided to just keep reading even though it clearly wasn't doing anything. Ian had never been able to handle having to talk to people like he did with Xavier or having people talk like that to him because he or they never had a good enough reason to. Still, he eyes were reading every word on the page, trying to get the day out of his head.
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Ian was excited to find out that his twin had returned to the camp. He felt like Wes was really the only person that knew him the best out of his entire family and just felt closer to him than anyone else. Honestly, Ian was probably acting like an excited school girl when it came to seeing his twin again even though it's only been a few weeks but he really didn't care.
Hurriedly, he put the book that he was reading down and made sure that he looked somewhat presentable for his brother. Not that it would matter any. Ian put on a pair of shorts and a simple T-shirt that was in his suitcase and didn't even bother putting any shoes or socks on. As he ran out the door he made sure that he wasn't forgetting anything and when he realized he didn't he just kept running and running until he got to Wes' Cabin. Ian knocked on the door, and waited to meet his twin again.
General Notes → Whoops I never posted this. Wes's end of the year party!
Benji entered Wes's room with, as promised, a carton of orange juice in hand. "I'm sure Sebastian wouldn't mind being licked! I...meant that in the nicest way possible." He smiled.
Wes grinned, taking the carton of orange juice from him and setting it next to the copious collection of alcohol bottles. "Yeah, he might not at that. We'll see after we get him really drunk, huh?" he said with a conspiratorial wink.
Benji thanked Wes as he took the carton from his hands, his eyes landing on where it had been placed. There appeared to be a lot of alcohol on the table, he thought to himself, and just for the one evening? He shrugged, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Really? Why not? I thought he was into that stuff..."
Wes shrugged, looking at Sebastian as he walked in. "What do you think, Bas? Benji's telling me you're not averse to getting licked," he commented with a wink.
Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair as he walked in, raising his eyebrows at Benji. "I thought you were going to be playing Monopoly." He teased, smirking. "Not by certain people, no. Speaking of, he said he'd be here..." He hummed, glancing behind him. "I still have a wicked hangover from tomorrow, so be gentle with me until I've got more alcohol in my system."
Wes poured them drinks. "So what happened, Sebastian? I might as well ask you before he gets here."
Sebastian thanked him, taking his glass, tipping it down his throat. "A lot, I guess. Everything I told you just sorta...is out in the open, I guess." He shrugged.
Benji warily took the drink and instead handed it to his brother, smiling weakly. "Nobody wanted to play with me. But it's okay! I have my juice!"
Wes smiled. "And...is that a good thing?" He turned to Benji. "Yeah, help yourself, there's also Coke there if you prefer."
Sebastian smirked, taking the cup from Benji and pouring it into his own. "I'm sure the hobbit's looking for somebody to hang out with now." He smiled a bit at Benji. "Just make sure you don't let anyone spike it."
Sebastian nodded. "Yeah, it is a good thing."
Wes couldn't help a wide grin. "That sounds like what I want to hear! Did you stay the night over there?"
Benji frowned, alternating his glances between the two boys. "What are you talking about? What's a good thing?" He asked curiously.
Wes rolled his eyes. "Sebastian finally got his act together and told Grey how he feels. Which is awesome. AND my phone just vibrated with the Facebook notification that Connor Anderson is now single, so I couldn't be happier."
Sebastian nodded at Wes, smiling at Benji. "You'll see soon enough. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "And you ruined the surprise." He smirked at the Facebook mention, satisfaction rising in his chest. "Perfect."
Wes shrugged. "I guess I just can't control myself." He winked at Sebastian. "Told you that little situation would be over as soon as you said something, didn't I?"
Sebastian nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get a big head over it, Clarington."
Benji 's face fell at the mention of his friend, Connor, being single. "Poor Conny! But...that's awesome for you, Sebastian."
Wes laughed. "Come on, I have to get some kind of benefit from it, this means you're off limits."
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "That's true. But you have an entire school of guys, you'll be fine. And we all knew Connor wasn't going to last. Not even a week -- must be a record for him or something." He downed the rest of his cup, sighing. "But yeah, let's see if I can pull off something like this without messing up."
Wes grinned, nodding. "Yeah, I've still got virgins to deflower, and stuff." He handed Sebastian the bottle to refill his cup. "You can. I have faith in you."
Sebastian laughed, shaking his head. "As long as you stay away from that one," He pointed to Benji with his cup. "I don't mind."
Wes chuckled. "I think we learned our lesson, don't you, Benji? No licking."
Benji blushed a bright pink at the memory of the last time he had a drink in his hand. "Unless you're my girlfriend! But even then, I'd be pretty concerned..."
Wes laughed, pouring himself another drink. "The good news is, no matter how drunk we get, I don't think I'm ever going to turn into your girlfriend. So we are probably safe."
Sebastian chuckled, leaning against the table. "No more corrupting my brother, as fun as it is. I need him in one piece."
Wes looked over at Greyson as he walked in, raising an eyebrow. "Hi, Grey," he greeted. "What can I get you to drink?"
Greyson walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him, jumping when he heard his name. "Hey, hi.. Uh, I picked up tacos on the way."
Wes grinned widely. "Tacos? My favorite!! What kinds?" he asked, moving over excitedly to investigate.
Sebastian turned around, smirking. "Honey bunches and food. My two favorite things ever."
Greyson smiled a bit, opening the bag and staring down into it. "Umm.. kind of a little bit of everything? I don't know. I didn't know how many people there'd be.."
Wes shrugged. "Hopefully more people will show up. Otherwise you guys and I will have to eat all this food and drink all this alcohol. Which we can totally do."
Sebastian walked over, sliding his arm around his waist. "Tacos are tacos. They're all delicious."
Greyson nodded, playing with the handles and jumping a bit. "Oh, hi," he glanced up at Sebastian. "Um, yeah. I'm pretty sure we could run through these in like an hour anyway, but. Does anyone else know about this, or..?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "The party? I don't know. They should, because I have a feeling Wes is going to start railing us with questions in like negative four seconds."
Wes nodded. "Oh yeah, I invited everyone." He looked over at Sebastian. "You guys want questions?" He asked with a grin.
Greyson bit his lip and raised an eyebrow. "I thought this was a party, not an interview."
Sebastian pulled him a little closer. "The answer is 42 to all of your questions."
Wes looked at the two of them, smiling widely. "I'm not sure that I need to ask any questions, actually." He raised his glass. "I hope you both are very happy."
Sebastian looked down at him. "I can't answer for honey bunches, but I'm pretty content."
Wes looked over at Grey. "Grey?" He dug in the bag for a taco.
Greyson bit down on his lips, blushing a bit and nodded. "I.. yeah."
Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows and glanced down, wondering what he had done wrong between last night and now.
Wes frowned, trying to draw Sebastian aside for a second. "Grey, why don't you lay out those tacos?"
Greyson nodded, chewing on his lip and went to stand by the drinks, digging into the bag.
Wes leaned over to Sebastian. "He's worried you don't feel the same way sober, babe," he whispered. "So let him know you do."
Sebastian allowed himself to be led by Wes, raising an eyebrow. "How? It's not like I'm avoiding him..."
Wes nodded. "I know, but he's...hesitant right now. He wants to be sure it's real. Show him."
Sebastian sighed, looking back at him. "How? Dude, I've never done this before."
Wes smiled. "I know, and you'll do fine. But just...you know. Don't be afraid to be open with him and just...maybe say something. Tell him you meant everything you said."
Greyson unwrapped a taco and grabbed a beer with his other hand, glancing at them and going back to his taco.
Sebastian nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just give me a sec, I'll go talk to him." He straightened up, walking over to Greyson. "Need help, honey bunches?" He asked, leaning on the table in front of him.
Greyson raised his eyebrows, humming around a mouth full of Mexican food and shook his head.
Sebastian dropped his voice, trying to catch his eyes. "Are you okay? You're uncharacteristically quiet for finishing finals and being in the presence of two incredibly attractive guys."
Wes watched Sebastian go over to Greyson, smiling and munching on a taco. He knew they could figure it out.
Greyson finished chewing, poking Sebastian's foot with his toe and nodding. "I kind of feel like a terrible person.." he muttered, sipping his drink.
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" He asked, wondering what had gone down.
Greyson glanced up at him, pursing his lips. "Because I hurt Connor."
Sebastian sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Babe, you were dating him for like, not even a week. He'll get over it."
Greyson pressed his lips together, tilting his head and really thinking about it. "Yeah... you're right."
Sebastian smirked. "I always am, aren't I? It was short-lived -- people don't lament over week-long relationships for more than a few hours. I can understand being pissed about losing something like this," He motioned towards Grey. "But you're sort of taken right now, so. Sucks to suck."
Greyson rolled his eyes, feeling his face flush pink and biting back a smile. "Taken?"
Sebastian smirked at his blush, nodding. "Definitely taken. By some really amazing guy who definitely meant everything he said last night. Except that part about being the king of France. The gene tests are still pending on that one."
Greyson let his smile widen, taking the bottom of Sebastian's shirt between his fingers and playing with the fabric. "Really? Because I was kind of looking forward to the crown you promised I'd get to wear when we moved there."
Sebastian. smirked, resting his hands in his hips. "Did I promise you that? You can still have a crown, even if I'm not heir to the throne." A smile played at the edges of his lips, chuckling softly.
Greyson stepped closer, tugging gently on his shirt. "I'm going to hold you to that, you know."
Wes couldn't help but shake his head fondly, interrupting. "You guys are cute, you know," he commented.
Sebastian. tipped his head towards Wes. "I'm not cute. He is."
Wes shook his head. "Nope, pretty sure you both are."
Sebastian. shook his head. "No.
Wes raised an eyebrow. "No? Not even together with your honey bunches?" He joked, taking a bite of his taco.
Sebastian. shook his head. "Nope. Not even then. And that's my thing." He raised an eyebrow, pulling Greyson closer.
Wes chuckled at Sebastian's little display of possessiveness. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to move into your territory," he remarked with a smile. "Now who's ready to tackle this formidable collection of liquor?"
Sebastian smirked. "Good. I'm always ready to tackle any liquor."
Wes laughed. "I know. This is going to be that time that I drink you under the table, my dear."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious Clarington. It's never going to happen."
Wes looked at Greyson, winking playfully. "What do you think? We can take bets."
Greyson diverted his attention from the freckles on Sebastian's cheeks and glanced at Wes. "Hm..? Oh. No, I have the highest alcohol tolerance in New Orleans."
Sebastian smirked. "I think we're going to run out of alcohol until one of us drops."
Sebastian smirked. "I think we're going to run out of alcohol before one of us drops."
Wes laughed. "Oh no we're not. I have more in the closet. And Chicago trumps New Orleans any day in the drinking department. We go hard." He looked over at Benji who was still sipping his orange juice. "Benji can referee."
Greyson rolled his eyes. "Have you ever been to Mardi Gras?"
Wes grinned. "I have, in fact. You all seem to end up puking on the sidewalks after not long. Have you ever been to Chicago St. Patrick's Day?"
Sebastian shrugged. "Bastille Day. That's all."
Wes shook his head. "It's going to be fun as hell watching you two fail," he commented as he poured himself a shot. "That's drink four, by the way."
Greyson crossed his arms. "That's not fair, considering you got a head start."
Wes shugged. "So catch up, babe." He held out a handle of vodka in one hand and one of rum in the other. "Take your pick."
Sebastian plucked the rum out of his hand. "Mine, thanks." He poured himself another shot, humming.
Greyson took the remaining shot. "It's good I like vodka, then."
Wes laughed, pulling out a bottle of wine from under his desk. "I have this too, if anybody's interested."
Sebastian smirked. "Your room is the best room, clearly."
Greyson smiled, eyeing the bottle. "Ohhh, yes please."
Wes grinned at Grey. "I prefer wine too, to be honest, but I didn't know who else would be here and some people prefer hard alcohol." He sat up on his bed, legs dangling off as he pulled out a corkscrew and opened the bottle. "There are real glasses in that closet over there," he indicated. "We can be classy bitches."
Sebastian chuckled, nursing his drink. "We're taking shots in a dorm room -- there's really nothing classier."
Wes shrugged. "Come on, we can class it up. Move on to wine. I've got some cheese and crackers stashed away."
Greyson slipped away from Sebastian and reached up into the closet, looking for the glasses. "You've got everything, dude."
Sebastian watched him as he walked away, raising his eyebrows at Wes and tipping the cup down his throat.
Hailey changed into party attire, a skirt and tank top with a sweater, and then made her way to Wes's dorm. She heard some people inside and took a breath as she knocked on the door.
Wes looked up from the bottle of wine he was opening, surprised. He made his way to the door and opened it to see Hailey. "Hey!" He greeted. "Come on in."
Sebastian turned around, glancing at the redhead. "Sup, Nicer Austin." He commented, turning his attention back to Greyson.
Hailey narrowed her eyebrows slightly at Sebastian's comment, but smiled, and then turned to Wes. "Hey, how are you?" she asked
Wes smiled. "I'm good, how about you? Would you like a drink?"
Hailey glanced around. "What do you have?" she asked.
Wes shrugged. "Pretty much anything. Vodka, mixers, rum, and I'm opening wine now."
Hailey scrunched her face. "Wine please?" she asked.
Wes grinned. "Why of course, my lady." He frowned slightly to himself, reminding himself of what Austin had said, that he needed to not lead her on. "Grey? You got those glasses?" He asked.
Greyson jumped up, grabbing the last one he could find and balancing them in his arms. "Oh, yep.. Hi," he smiled, handing her a glass.
Hailey smiled at Greyson as she took the glass. "Thanks. Hi. I don't think we've met."
Wes walked over to Sebastian while Hailey was involved with Grey. "You've got to help me, man, she thinks we have a chance of hooking up. She's super nice, but she's a she, you know?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right? I'd make out with you right here if I wasn't already taken...do you want me to talk to her or whatever?"
Greyson shrugged, pouring wine into her glass for her. "I don't think so. I'm Grey."
Wes grinned at the mention of Sebastian being taken, but shook his head. "No, I just...you need to remind me to tone down my natural flirtatiousness."
Hailey smiled, taking a tiny sip of the wine. "I'm Hailey."
Greyson poured his own and smiled. "Well, you're prettier in person, Hailey."
Hailey smiled back. "Aw thanks," she replied.
Wes groaned, gesturing towards Grey and Hailey. "She'll be wanting your boy next, Smythe."
Sebastian nodded. "Gotcha." He turned to Hailey and Greyson, smirking. "Not a chance."
Wes shrugged. "You never know, man, you better make sure she knows what's up." He walked back over, holding out his glass for some wine.
Greyson nodded, sipping his own. "Course.." He turned around and poured some for Wes.
Sebastian walked up behind Grey, slipping his arms around his waist and burying his nose in his neck, smirking. "I just want to make sure there aren't any misunderstandings."
Hailey frowned slightly at Sebastian, not having any clue what he was talking about. She took another sip of her wine. Then she looked up at Sebastian again, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, are you Skanky Spice?" she asked.
Sebastian snorted, nodding. "I am indeed."
Hailey laughed. "Oh, um, hi then."
Sebastian smirked. "Hi."
Wes laughed. "Except he's reformed now."
Hailey raised an eyebrow. "Austin doesn't think so," she teased.
Wes shook his head. "Nope, he's not skanky anymore. Are you, Sebastian?"
Greyson smiled and rested back against Sebastian. "I have no idea what's going on."
Sebastian shook his head. "I'm just exclusively skanky now." He smirked, pulling him closer.
Wes grinned at Hailey. "That's a thing," he explained, gesturing to Grey and Sebastian.
Hailey widened her eyes. "Oh, cool." She'd have to tell Austin that at some point.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "A thing that Wes is very much into, apparently."
Greyson raised his eyebrows. "Okay, well is there actually cheese and crackers or."
Wes grinned at Sebastian. "Don't say into, makes me sound like a creepy voyeur. But I am indeed in favor of this little situation," he admitted, digging around in his refrigerator. "Of course there is."
Sebastian laughed softly, nuzzling into Greyson's neck. "Get happier, or I'm going to have to get you way drunker than I was last night."
Wes held out cheese in front of him. "What's there not to be happy about? Wine, cheese and a cuddly Sebastian."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Not you, moron. Honey bunches."
Hailey laughed slightly, moving to sit on the edge of Wes's bed. This was an interesting group of people, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit out of place.
Wes rolled his eyes back at Sebastian. "I know, idiot, I was talking to him." He went over to sit by Hailey. "So what have you been up to?"
Hailey shrugged. "Hanging out with Austin, getting used to this whole college thing."
Wes smiled. "And, how are you liking it?"
Greyson snorted. "No one can get more drunk than you were last night."
Wes chuckled. "First of all, I'm going to try. But yeah, I figured Sebastian was pretty drunk when he texted me that on a scale of 1 to 10 drunk he was mayonnaise."
Sebastian groaned, dropping his head into the crook of Greyson's neck. "Don't remind me."
Greyson laughed, reaching up and patting his head. "It's okay, it was adorable."
Sebastian frowned. "I'm not adorable."
Wes gestured at the two if them, laughing as he sliced up the cheese. "Are you complaining? Look at how your drunken antics ended up." He turned to Hailey, stage whispering. "Aren't they adorable?"
Hailey laughed louder, the wine starting to get to her. "Totally adorable," she agreed.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You all suck."
Wes smiled. "Come on, let me have my moment of satisfaction." He poured Sebastian and Grey more wine. "Drunk up, my dears." He looked over at Hailey. "You need more?"
Greyson shrugged, smiling and happily drank.
Wes watched Greyson drinking. "Show me that New Orleans drinking ability," he said with a grin.
Hailey looked down at her glass and saw it was almost empty. "Sure," she said to Wes.
Wes smiled, pouring her a decent sized glass. "So what's Austin like? I've never really talked to him."
Greyson nodded finishing his glass. "Don't worry, I got this."
Wes laughed, handing him the bottle. "You sure?"
Hailey shrugged, "He can be kind of a jerk, but he's really a sweetheart," she anwered We.
Hailey: Wes*
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Don't think he likes me very much."
Hailey shrugged. "Didn't know you guys new each other."
Wes shrugged in return. "Not much."
Sebastian downed another glass, leaning over the table. "He hates me!" He announced happily, pouring himself another glass.
Hailey laughed. "This is true," she agreed, drinking from her second glass.
Greyson shrugged. "I think he's awesome."
Wes laughed. "Austin or the artist formerly known as Skanky Spice?"
Greyson smiled. "Austin, duh."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I'm clearly the most awesome one here."
Wes chuckled. "You would be if I wasn't here, anyway."
General Notes → Sebastian and Wes meet up to hook up, but it devolves into Sebastian's feelings over Greyson.
Wes opened the door. Sebastian looked tired, he thought to himself, suppressing a frown. "Hey," he said, mirroring Sebastian's pose of leaning against the door frame. "Come on in, handsome."
Sebastian smirked slightly, walking in. "Hey babe."
Wes grinned back. "I can offer you a drink or a snack if you want, or we can cut straight to the comforting." He winked.
Sebastian grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him towards his mouth as he kissed him hard, sick of talking, sick of thinking, sick of feeling anything but physical pleasure.
Wes laughed. "That's my answer then." He kissed back just as eagerly, tired after a long day, slipping off his jacket and flinging it aside.
Sebastian slid his hands over his arms, sucking his lower lip and pressing closer to him. He fingered the bottom of his shirt, sliding his hands up his chest.
Wes backed them towards the bed, struggling to get Sebastian's shirt off as they went.
Sebastian felt the back of his knees hit the bed as he sat, bringing Wes with him and parting the kiss for a moment to tug off his own shirt before grabbing his cheek, pulling him back down to kiss him hard.
Wes smiled into the kiss. "You're eager tonight," he commented, fingers messing with Sebastian's belt buckle.
Sebastian growled. "Shut up." He arched into him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Wes raised an eyebrow. "And pissy apparently. Doesn't matter," he added with a smirk. "We can fix that."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say." He pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, attacking his neck.
Wes groaned as Sebastian went for his neck, tilting it to give him better access while fiddling with the zipper of Sebastian's jeans.
Sebastian lifted his hips, biting down on his neck and sucking.
Wes bit his lip trying to stifle any embarrassing noise he might make as Sebastian sucked at his neck, always one of his weaknesses.
Sebastian smirked against his neck, running his hands down his chest and popping open the button.
Wes slipped Sebastian's jeans over his hips, fingers slotting into his hipbones as he pulled him close.
Sebastian pressed closer to him, desperate to try to forget the previous events as he rolled his hips into Wes's, moaning softly.
Wes groaned at the noises Sebastian was making, scooting up the bed under Sebastian so that he was more comfortable. "Tell you what," he said with a grin. "I'll even let you top tonight, baby."
Sebastian smirked, kissing him hard. "Just what I like to hear. I should play the victim card more often."
Wes rolled his eyes. "Uh huh. Next time I might decide what you needed is a good fucking. That cuts both ways."
Sebastian chuckled, pulling his jeans down. "We'll see about that."
Wes shook his head. "You're incorrigible. And you're doing a bad job of fucking my brains out if I can still form words like that."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, pushing him down on the bed. "Maybe if you'd shut up for three seconds."
Wes grinned. "You know me, darling. If you want me to shut up you're going to have to make me."
Sebastian straddled him, kissing him hard and threading his fingers through his hair.
Wes smiled into the kiss, winding his arms around Sebastian's waist, pulling their hips flush. "That's a little better," he murmured.
Sebastian ground his hips against him, smirking and sliding his tongue along his lower lip.
Wes canted his hips up into Sebastian's, his eyes sliding shut. "You'd better get on with the fucking soon, Smythe."
Sebastian groaned, slipping his hand into his waistband. "Getting to it."
Wes bit down fairly hard on Sebastian's bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth in apology. "Not fast enough," he grumbled.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, moaning softly. He pulled back, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck before freezing, swearing under his breath.
Wes frowned. "What is it, babe?"
Sebastian fisted the sheets under his hands, shaking his head. "Dammit." He muttered under his breath, sighing angrily.
Wes didn't understand what was happening, but his grip on the skin on Sebastian's back loosened and he started rubbing comforting circles instead. "What's wrong?"
Sebastian made a disgruntled noise, pushing himself off of Wes and the bed and standing, trying to clear his head as he ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends. "He's what's wrong!" He groaned, curling his fingers in his hair.
Wes raised an eyebrow. "You mean Grey?" he asked softly.
Sebastian sighed, exasperated. "He's fucking everywhere!" He hated the fact that he couldn't get away from all of this -- even when he had quite honestly one of the hottest guys he had ever known in his entire life beneath him, he still couldn't focus and let go.
Wes sat up, fighting to keep himself from grinning. "Sebastian, come over here," he urged. "We can figure it out."
Sebastian glared at him, shaking his head. "There's nothing to figure out! I can't fucking do anything anymore without imagining him and that stupid fucking puppy he totes around in his purse!"
Wes frowned. "But what exactly is the problem, Sebastian? You're imagining him...how? Imagining sleeping with him? Imagining him sleeping with Connor?"
Sebastian nodded, wondering when his life became a soap opera and when the hot boy next door became his personal therapist. "It's disgusting."
Wes sighed. "Sebastian...you need to talk to him. But first of all you need to figure out what you want. It really bothers you that he's with Connor, doesn't it?"
Sebastian sighed, nodding. "Yeah, and I'm about to kick a fucking hole through your wall, so." He groaned, sinking on the edge of his bed. "This doesn't happen to me. I'm not a fucking girl. I just want to fuck a hot guy and go get some Denny's. Why is life so hard?"
Wes shrugged, hesitating. "...I think you really like him, Sebastian."
Sebastian buried his face in his hands, tugging on his hair again. "I don't. I just hate Connor. There's a difference."
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Okay, and so if it were me fucking Grey, you'd be okay with that?"
Sebastian stiffened, shaking his head. "It'd be better, but still no. At least I like you."
Wes smiled sadly. "Then it's not just that you hate Connor, babe."
Sebastian mumbled into his hands. "Don't say it. I'll fucking punch you in the stomach."
Wes nodded. "It's not my place to say anything," he remarked casually. "It's you who needs to admit it." He closed his eyes briefly, thinking of a strategy to get it out in the open, once and for all. "That's a thought, actually. I never did get to sleep with Grey after you introduced us. Maybe after if he's done with Connor I can make my move."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Finally you realize that." He sighed softly, thinking he had some peace before Wes started talking again, whipping around and pressing him up against the wall against his bed, his forearm at his throat. "You're not going to fucking touch him." He growled, narrowing his eyes.
Wes kept his breathing steady, satisfied that he was finally getting somewhere. "Why not?" he asked nonchalantly. "I mean, you told me how good he is in bed, and I've still got to get a glimpse of that piercing."
Sebastian glared, leaning his weight on his forearm. "Because he wouldn't sleep with you." He hissed.
Wes shrugged. "I don't know, I bet he would. Especially if I took him out for dinner first. I can be quite the gentleman."
Sebastian pressed his arm harder against his throat. "Shut the fuck up. Stick to your virgins."
Wes chuckled nastily. "I mean, virgins are fun, but Grey's so delicious I might have to branch out."
Sebastian shoved him against the wall before climbing off the bed, glaring at him. "I'm done here. Fuck you. Don't you dare go anywhere near him."
Wes rolled his eyes. "And why shouldn't I fuck him, Sebastian? Here's news for you: he can fuck anybody in the school he wants to."
Sebastian looked back at him, narrowing his eyes. "Well congratufuckulations on his part. You don't deserve him."
Wes laughed. "Of course I don't, Sebastian, I don't even fucking want him. But I'd be curious to know who you think DOES deserve him."
Sebastian glared harder at him, crossing his arms over his chest, about three seconds away from throwing something sharp at his head. "Not you. Not Connor. Not anyone in this hell hole. Well, me, obviously, but that goes without saying."
Wes laughed harder, noting how angry Sebastian was getting. He was okay with that. Sometimes you needed to be angry first, then clarity and relief could come. He was more than happy to be Sebastian's metaphorical punching bag. "You? You think you deserve him? You can't even admit, even now, that you like him. I may not be the best at relationships, but at least I took Grey for coffee when you first introduced us, and I didn't even try to sleep with him. Nobody deserves Grey who can't even admit how they feel about him," he challenged.
Sebastian 's fingers balled into fists, his jaw set. "Yeah, well I'm so sorry the entire world can't be like you, Wes, so fucking sorry. And I'm so sorry that I operate on sex, not flowers and whatever else goes into a relationship. And I never said I didn't like him! I said I don't want to be in a relationship. With anyone. He held off sex for fuckingweeks and I stayed. He was with fucking Rafa and now Connor and won't give me the time of day in bed and do you see me leaving? I'm fucking sick of not getting credit for this, because at least I'm trying! I don't know what games you're trying to play here, but I'm done."
Wes sighed. "Look, I know you've been trying and I know that this isn't just on you, but I--I guess I still don't understand why you're so opposed to the idea of a relationship. I almost think it's the word itself that's freaking you out, not the idea. You want to have sex with him. You want to be friends and hang out with him. You don't want him to be with anybody else. You say you want to be free to sleep with somebody else but then when you're with me you stop because you're thinking of him. That sounds pretty fucking much like a relationship to me, Sebastian, and that's OKAY. It doesn't have to be about fucking promise rings and flowers and shit. There are all kinds of relationships, and sometimes people just like each other and want to have fun and they don't sit around and fucking worry about the future all the time. And he wouldn't be with Rafa and Connor if you guys just TALKED." He took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I thought maybe if I pissed you off and got you jealous you'd decide he was worth fighting for. I was just trying to help."
Sebastian watched him, the fight leaving his shoulders and his fingers relaxing, falling limp at his side. "Yeah, and what happens if we talk? He gets attached? Something happens? He gets hurt. The whole thing's over. Everyone gets hurt. I can't hurt him like that. It'd be be better for him to just...be with someone else. Just not the fucking hobbit."
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Who? You said it yourself, Sebastian, nobody else in this shithole deserves him. And in all honesty, I think that's his business to decide whether he wants to be with you or not."
Sebastian groaned, messing up his hair again. "This is too complicated. I hate talking. I don't want to talk to him. I just want him to stop dating Connor."
Wes shrugged. "He probably will, eventually. And then he'll be with someone else, who might be worse for him, who knows. God helps us all he might get with one of the Evanses. It shouldn't go on like this."
Sebastian stiffened at the idea, shaking his head. "He's not going to leave his lap dog. Doesn't even matter anymore."
Wes bit his lip in sympathy. "You don't know that, Sebastian. He just told me the other day he's not happy with Connor."
Sebastian looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Really now." He straightened, slightly amused. "Can't say I'm too surprised."
Wes smiled. "Yeah, I chastised him for having lied to me and he said--he said he still only wanted you but knew he didn't have a chance with you so he figured he might as well get with Connor. But he's not happy."
Sebastian looked up at the ceiling, sighing. "I need a drink." He ran his hand over his face, groaning. "I'm not ready for any of this."
Wes hopped off his bed. "Do you actually want a drink? I have loads of stuff. And--don't worry so much about it, Sebastian. You'll figure it out. You're Sebastian Smythe. You just need to be honest about what you want."
Sebastian nodded, sighing softly. He laughed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, and Sebastian Smythe is confused for the first time in his life. Go figure."
Wes poured him a rum and coke, handing it up to him. "Yeah, and you'll figure it out. I have faith in you--in both of you, actually. But my God, you're so stubborn."
Sebastian took it, taking a swig. "Thanks. And sorry for choking you earlier." He raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes. "You better learn to get to get used to it, because it's not going away."
Wes grinned. "Hey, I deserved it. I--I didn't mean any of that stuff, by the way, about sleeping with Grey. I mean, he's nice and cute enough, but he's not really my type and...well, I've always thought of him as yours, and I wouldn't mess with that. Just so you know."
Sebastian nodded, shrugging. "I'll leave you to deflowering this place's virgins. They're all yours." He smirked, tilting his glass at him. "Mine?" The word felt semi-familiar to him, like he had uttered it to someone before. "Well thanks for not meddling with an imaginary relationship. You're a real trooper."
Wes laughed. "Unfortunately, I think there may only be one virgin in here, but I will do my best to deflower him, I assure you." He shrugged. "I mean. Even if you're not in a relationship with him, I always felt like there was some kind of...I don't know, claim there. And I can tell he doesn't want to be with anyone else."
Sebastian shrugged. "Still a virgin. Go get 'em, tiger. I'm counting on full details afterwards, by the way." He glanced up at him, swirling his rum around in the glass. "Well he has a funny way of showing it."
Wes winked. "Of course, I'll give you a full report." His face fell serious. "I think he's a better, more understanding guy than you give him credit for. If you just honestly talked to him--assured him that you liked him but that you weren't good at relationships, I think he would...I mean, I think you could work things out. I don't think he's expecting big bouquets of flowers and such."
Sebastian sighed, downing the rest of his glass. "Not too big on confrontation. At least, not the kind that eventually leads to stuff like that."
Wes nodded. "I can understand that. But this...might be worth it? Maybe?"
Sebastian sighed, falling back on the bed. "I don't know."
Wes looked at him. "Come on, he's worth it, right? And you won't have to see him with Connor anymore..."
Sebastian stared at the ceiling, shrugging. "Yeah, but..." He groaned, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes.
Wes shrugged, flopping back on the bed next to Sebastian. "Yeah, what's the "but"?"
Sebastian "Relationships." He murmured, dropping his hands.
Wes sighed. "Sebastian, I think you're making the whole relationship thing a bigger issue than it needs to be. Look at how much you're already stressing over this whole thing. I don't think you would be anymore if you were in a relationship."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and Greyson would have my head if I looked at another guy."
Wes shrugged. "And you think he's happy now if you look at another guy?"
Sebastian "He doesn't have me now. Exclusively."
Wes raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't he? Unless you're suddenly not into me specifically, it seemed like you are now unable to hook up with anybody else."
Sebastian shook his head. "Please, like I said, one of the hottest guys ever. And ugh, don't insinuate that he's got my heart or whatever."
Wes shrugged. "I'm not insinuating anything. I'm just pointing out that, hot though I may be, you couldn't go through with it. Because of him."
Sebastian groaned. "Yeah, and it sucks. He's everywhere."
Wes laughed. "I don't know why you say it sucks. I say that it ought to make this easier. What's the big deal about letting him have you exclusively if you can't hook up with anyone else anyway?"
Sebastian closed his eyes. "Because the prospect of being with one person freaks me out? Even if I can't bring myself to sleep anyone else, the fact that I'm like that is freaky."
Wes shook his head. "I think it's awesome. I've never in my whole life found one person that would make me that way, unable to sleep with anybody else. I wish I could."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "No you don't want, dude. It feels like you're being backed up into a corner."
Wes sighed. "Given that you're already backed up into the corner, I figure you have two choices. You can not be with him and be jealous, or you guys can have an actual conversation and maybe something good will come out of it."
Sebastian shrugged weakly, sighing. "I don't know. I hate talking."
Wes shook his head. "So you'd rather just stay with the status quo and watch him sleep his way through Knights miserably while you don't get laid?"
Sebastian shook his head. "I'm not saying that."
Wes nodded. "Then you're going to have to talk to him. I would offer to be your go between but I think it would be better if you communicated directly."
Sebastian sat up. "No more go betweens. I'm not five."
Wes grinned. "Of course you're not. And you're Sebastian Smythe, right? Not afraid of anything."
Sebastian snorted. "Right."
Wes smiled gently. "He won't make it a bad conversation."
Sebastian sighed. "I know. But...I don't know."
Wes laid a hand on his shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "It'll be okay, man. And if things don't work out you and I can always have more awesome sex."
Sebastian laughed, nodding. "I guess it's a win/win situation for me, then."
Wes grinned. "I would offer you a celebratory blowjob if things work out, but I'm not sure how happy Grey would be with that. So I'll settle for a celebratory drink."
Sebastian laughed, holding out his glass. "Filler up, babe."
Wes nodded, pouring Sebastian another drink and him one. "You
Wes: ..."you will need this if you have to have a feelings talk."
Sebastian hummed, thanking him and tipping it down his throat. "Can't tonight. He's got a big composition due tomorrow. I dropped coffee off for him earlier and he barely looked up."
Wes shrugged. "Then you can stay here and drink with me. And maybe cuddle."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're the weirdest mix of guy I know. You're going to need to get me completely hammered to fucking cuddle."
Wes grinned. "Let's get started, then. I love cuddling are you kidding? And sex, but that's not happening."
Sebastian shook his head. "Never saw the appeal. Sex, yes. Cuddling? No."
Wes winked. "Well, you shall see the appeal tonight. Drink up."
Sebastian sighed, shrugging and downing another.
Wes handed him the jug. "Have fun, babe."
Sebastian smirked. "Thanks." He tipped it back down his throat, swallowing and hissing a little at the burn.
Wes grinned. "There's more where that came from too."
Wes smiled, relaxing on the bed and sipping at his drink. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood to get completely shitfaced."
Sebastian nodded eagerly, taking another swig. "You said it, babe. Just what I needed tonight."
Wes took another deep sip. "We should, I don't know, play a game or something."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "A game? Like?"
Wes shrugged. "Don't know. A drinking game. What can you play with two people?" He questioned.
Sebastian smirked. "Take a shot every time we go back on our principles? We'd be alcoholics."
Wes laughed. "I'm good man, what the hell kind of principles do you think I have?" He winked.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You're all 'I don't want to be in a relationship', yet you're totally fawning over the virgin."
Wes groaned. "I know I am. But I'm hoping that once I...err, deflower him I'll get over that. Plus there's Spencer. And Chris. I'm a mess."
Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Chris? He's a total douche, though."
Wes nodded. "He appears to be anyway. I feel like he's not under the surface. He seems...sad somehow."
Sebastian leaned back, tipping the bottle back. "Mm, you're a sucker for the deep douches, aren't ya?" He winked, running his hand through his hair.
Wes smiled. "Apparently I am. As long as they're attractive anyway."
Sebastian laughed. "As we usually are."
Wes grinned. "It's a little concerning that I'm attracted to people with many of the same qualities that I have. Apparently I have some underlying narcissism there."
Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. "Not a bad thing. A little self-love never hurt anyone."
Wes laughed. "I know it, that's what I keep resorting to every time the virgin comes over. And now I can't even count on you to help me out," he commented with a mock groan.
Sebastian smirked, tucking his knees underneath him. "Poor thing. Maybe I can get Grey to let you in on our fun sometime." He winked, taking another swig. "So do you think you're a deep douchebag? Because honestly, you don't come off as that much of a douche. Like, ever."
Wes shrugged. "I mean, I'm trying not to be. But my ex said I was an asshole who would never be able to hold down a relationship. So." He grinned. "I would never say no to an invitation to be in on the fun."
Sebastian snorted, rolling his eyes. "He's a fucking moron then. So he's the reason you're so against them, then? Dude, out of everyone here, you're like. The most chivalrous guy out there. If anyone has a real chance threatening relationships, it's you."
Wes shook his head, blushing slightly. "Thanks. I guess maybe I'm overcompensating. I used to be a major douche, and when he said that I--it made me think a lot. Reevaluate."
Sebastian leaned back on his hands, raising an eyebrow. "Well you've certainly grown from there. I mean, you have your moments, but they're not like...Cody douche. They're funny and witty and well-placed moments. Whatever thinking you did, good job."
Wes grinned. "Thanks. But I'm...I'm still not good on the emotional front. I mean, it's easy for me to tell everybody else they shouldn't be afraid of feelings and commitment and shit. But the truth is I only ever told one person I loved them and he fucked me over, so...I'm a little emotionally handicapped, let's say that."
Sebastian shook his head. "Well, I can't really help you, considering how my emotional capacity is shot for anything but food and my brothers. But I can give a nice 'fuck you' to whoever screwed you over, because he obviously lost like, the hottest guy ever. Plus y'know, I guess your personality's okay and stuff." He winked, taking another hit from his bottle.
Wes smiled shyly. "Hey, thanks. It means a lot." He reached for the bottle. "I need to drink away these pesky emotions," he joked.
Sebastian laughed, giving it over to him. "I know how that feels."
Wes groaned. "You and me both, babe. We are not nearly drunk enough."
Sebastian shook his head. "Amen to that."
Wes took a deep swig. "Okay, dude, come up with a game for us."
Sebastian groaned, running his hand over his face. "That don't end in sex? I'm gonna have to think now."
Wes grinned. "I mean, the no sex is your rule, not mine."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Not my fault, actually."
Wes laughed. "I know. So...never have you ever? We can't play never have I ever because you've done everything probably."
Sebastian snorted, nodding. "This is true. Sounds like a plan."
Wes pursed his lips, thinking. "Never have you ever hooked up with more than three people in one night."
Sebastian groaned, reaching for the bottle. "You suck."
Wes grinned. "I'm good. This should be a challenge. Your turn."
Sebastian took a swig from the bottle, rolling his eyes. "Never have you ever slept with a girl."
Wes nodded, impressed. "True. Although I've been getting myself into a weird situation with that new redheaded girl, Hailey. But no, I haven't." He drank, considering. "Never have you ever been in a relationship for more than three months," he proposed with a grin.
Sebastian snorted, rolling his eyes. "I don't think females are ready for you quite yet." He groaned, reaching for the bottle. "Not fair." He took a shot, humming. "Never have you ever had a foursome?"
Wes grinned. "Drink up, Smythe. Been there done that. Hmm. Never have you ever...had sex with someone more than 10 years older than you."
Sebastian sighed, taking another swig. He raised an eyebrow, thinking for a second. "Not to my knowledge, I don't think."
Wes laughed. "This is easier than I thought. Your turn."
Sebastian thought for a moment. "Never have you ever deflowered a virgin."
Wes groaned. "Almost! Damn you. Never have you ever...been cheated on."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, taking another shot. "Nick was pretty faithful, I gotta say. Not that we lasted too long, but still." He hummed in thought. "Never have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning."
Wes grinned. "I haven't, actually. I have one of the highest tolerances known to mankind."
Sebastian laughed. "Good, because you're my new drinking buddy."
Wes smiled. "A job I am happy to accept. I can drink you under the table though."
Sebastian smirked. "I'll take you up on that offer later. Soon."
Wes grinned, taking another swig of his drink. "Why not now?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Because I want to be fully prepared. And I want my alcohol."
Wes grinned. "What's your drink of choice? Also, you and Grey should both get drunk. And I will lock you in a room together or something."
Sebastian laughed, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't be totally opposed to that. Courvoisier, by the way."
Wes laughed. "You're a classy bitch. And yes, it's happening this weekend then. Or before we leave anyway."
Sebastian smirked. "Of course I am. And for sure."
Wes smiled, drinking lazily. "Deal. I may or may not have a big party celebrating the end of the school year, we'll see." He looked over at Sebastian, winking. "So are you ready to cuddle or do you need to drink more?"
Sebastian sat up, smiling. "Perfect. Sounds like a plan." He rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle. "I will never understand what people find so fascinating about cuddling."
Wes shook his head. "I tell you I'm going to show you."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Maybe if you're a miracle worker."
Wes raised an eyebrow. "No, but that rum will be. Drink up, my dear. Hmm. Never have you ever...gotten arrested."
Sebastian smirked, tipping the bottle back. "I haven't actually. I have a sparkling record. Never have you ever done hardcore drugs?"
Wes shook his head, taking a deep swig. "Nope, not really my thing. Uh...never have you ever liked a girl."
Sebastian grabbed the bottle, taking a hit. "Never have, never will. As long as there are hot men on this earth, Sebastian Smythe is sticking with 'em. Never have you ever had sex in the woods?"
Wes chuckled incredulously. "In the woods? Like, do you mean literally physically in the woods? Outside?"
Sebastian nodded. "Physically in the woods, babe."
Wes laughed. "No, I have not had sex in the woods. Sounds...dirty. I assume you have? I require details. And more liquor."
Sebastian smirked. "It wasn't that bad. Scratched up some guy's back up against a tree though."
Wes groaned. "See, this just sounds uncomfortable." He paused, thinking. "Never have you ever had sex underwater."
Sebastian chewed on his lip. "Well I wasn't completely submerged..."
Wes frowned slightly. "What does that mean? I obviously don't mean, like, with your head and everything underwater. That wouldn't last very long."
Sebastian smirked. "Waist down was submerged. Everything else, though..." He trailed off, smirking.
Wes shrugged. "That counts, I suppose. Pool?"
Sebastian nodded. "It was nice."
Wes grinned. "I did hot tub. Interesting experience." He grabbed the bottle for a long drink. "Your turn."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Nice." He leaned back on his hands, thinking. "Hm...never have you ever had sex in a dressing room. Which you probably have, but I'm running out of ideas here."
Wes gasped. "Oh my God, I actually haven't. I need to get on that ASAP. New life goal."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Again, I'd offer, but..."
Wes smiled. "No, I know." He shook his head. "You better let me into your fun with Grey sometime, man."
Sebastian nodded. "Definitely. I'm not giving you up that easily."
Wes grinned. "Good. I don't want to think that I'll never sleep with Sebastian Smythe again," he added with a wink. He reached for the bottle. "So, tell me...hmm. What was your first kiss?" he asked with a smile.
Sebastian laughed. "It's a scary thought, honestly. I'd be terrified if I were you." He leaned back, humming. "Lesse. I was...ten. Maybe nine, I don't remember. We were all at some birthday party for somebody, and somebody brought up that we should play spin the bottle. Sooo we did. And when it was my turn, it landed on some girl I absolutely detested. So I moved the bottle over and before anyone else could say anything, I kissed Charles DuPont right on the lips." He smirked. "Yours?"
Wes chuckled, smiling. "And how was Charles DuPont? Any good?" He shrugged. "Nothing terribly exciting. One of my friends, on a dare. I was twelve." He shook his head. "I can't believe you were playing spin the bottle when you were nine. Far cry from the virgin." He winked.
Sebastian shook his head. "He was awful. Terrible. Tasted like Cheetos and tried to get his friends to beat me up the next day, but I ran away and pulled some strings and made up a lie about him trying to expose himself to the girls on the playground. I got him expelled." He shrugged. "Oh please, don't be so surprised. And was your dare kiss any good?"
Wes couldn't stop laughing. "You got him expelled? Jeez, Sebastian, already breaking hearts at such a young age." He shrugged. "It was what it was. The advantage of making out with your friends is then you can share drinks with them and shit."
Sebastian shrugged. "What can I say? Nobody messes with the Smythes." He nodded. "This is true."
Wes took another drink, nodding solemnly. "Well, I will never mess with you. Or steal your man."
Wes looked straight at him. "You'd better make sure of that, Smythe."
Sebastian nodded, closing his eyes. "I will."
Wes grinned. "Okay, then." He glanced at Sebastian, assessing. "Two more shots, babe, and then get your ass over here so we can snuggle."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Fine."
Wes smirked. "You'll like it too," he promised, draining his cup and arranging himself against a few pillows.
Sebastian collapsed against the bed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say."
Wes glanced over at Sebastian's drink. "Drink up, my friend."
Sebastian tipped the bottle back down his throat, laughing around the neck. "That I can do."
Wes took a last swig then opened his arms. "Get your sexy self over here," he commanded.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, setting the bottle down. "As you wish." He laughed, crawling over to him.
Wes grinned, wrapping his arms around Sebastian and flipping off the light. "Don't even think about complaining, I didn't get any sex," he pouted. "This is my consolation prize."
Sebastian shrugged, relaxing. "Fine. Only because you gave me alcohol and didn't get sex."
Wes laughed, pulling him closer. "See? This isn't so bad, right?"
Sebastian huffed, rolling his eyes. "Tell anyone and you're dead meat, Clarington."
Wes nuzzled into Sebastian's neck, one arm slung across his waist. "Uh huh. Admit you kind of maybe sort of like it."
Sebastian shook his head. "never."
Wes rubbed slow circles into his chest, whispering in his ear. "You sure? Not even a tiny bit?"
Sebastian shuddered. "You're gonna make me all horny, dude. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that's not how cuddling works."
Wes laughed, breath hot on Sebastian's neck. "Of course it's how cuddling works, are you kidding? Besides, I would love nothing more but we both know you're only hung up on Grey, so..."
Sebastian groaned. "You're killing me, babe. He is too. Everyone's out to get me."
Wes smirked, fingers playing with the hem of Sebastian's shirt. "Uh huh."
Sebastian huffed. "You're terrible."
Wes laughed, cuddling closer. "And you love every minute of it, babe."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say."
Wes chuckled. "K, you comfortable?"
Sebastian nodded, stretching out a little. "Super."
Wes grinned. "Excellent." He pressed a quick kiss to the nape of Sebastian's neck. "Night, then."
