#sebandler

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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