Hello! I’d love to read a good, FLUFFY, get-together Sebchal, after Seb retired. Charles crushing on him hard still and missing him.
Thanks for taking the time to read the request! :)
you got it! thank you for making the request :)))
charles sits at the island across from seb, who’s chopping up seasonal vegetables for their pasta dinner. he can’t stop watching seb’s hands as he carefully maneuvers the knife.
“are you sure i cannot help with anything?” charles asks, gaze still fixed on seb’s hands.
“i’m sure,” seb replies as he continues chopping up some zucchini.
“i can season?” charles offers. “or stir the sauce?”
seb smiles down at the cutting board as he finishes chopping the last of the vegetable.
“please?” charles asks. “you’re allowing me to stay here, i would like to help.”
“charles, i offered for you to come stay with me,” seb responds with a small laugh.
“yes,” charles replies matter of fact.
“yes, and you don’t need to do anything to pay me back,” seb explains. “i want you here, charles.”
charles blinks at seb and furrows his brow. “and i want to be here and help you.”
seb chuckles and looks like he’s about to respond when charles quickly adds, “i miss spending time with you, like this.”
as soon as he says it, charles can tell he’s blushing. he and seb have been texting regularly now for months and have connected at airports in passing, but seb inviting charles to stay at his house in switzerland felt bigger, it felt like more. and charles wants more.
“i just, i mean…” charles trails off, hoping he’s not gone too deep a shade of red, a corsa rosa like his ferrari street wear.
“i know what you mean,” seb replies with a smirk. “me telling you how to cook over video chat is not the same.”
charles gasps. “hey! that was only a couple of times and that recipe was very challenging!”
seb laughs as he turns around to scrape the chopped zucchini into the pot.
charles has missed hearing that whole hearted laugh in person. he can’t see seb’s face, but he’s sure seb’s eyes are wrinkling at the corners like he adores so much.
it’s quiet for a moment as seb places the eggplant on the cutting board and cuts the ends off.
“you think you can handle stirring?” seb teases.
charles rolls his eyes as he gets up off his stool and heads over to the oven to show seb just how good he can stir the damn pasta sauce.
there’s a comfortable silence as they cook, seb sliding in beside charles to add vegetables to the pot every few minutes. charles swears seb gets closer to him each time, but it could just be wishful thinking.
as they start seasoning the sauce, charles is just happy to have seb so close to him, their shoulders brushing. the sauce smells amazing, but seb’s citrusy musky cologne smells even more divine and charles’ head feels like it’s swimming with how badly he wants to just wrap his arms around seb and breathe him in properly.
“okay, try it,” seb says with a nod toward charles, encouraging him.
charles nods and slowly lifts the spoon up to his lips. it’s delicious and hearty, the perfect balance of herby and spicy like charles loves. it tastes like comfort and home.
“c’est magnifique, amazing,” charles replies. “you want to try?” he asks seb as he holds out the spoon.
seb just nods and licks his lips before leaving in to kiss charles, cradling his face with both hands.
charles freezes in shock, but it’s not long until he feels his whole body relax and melt at seb’s kiss. seb is right here and seb is kissing him. like really kissing him.
when seb starts to pull back charles makes a small whine at the back of his throat and he leans back in to kiss seb back properly, dropping the spoon back into the pot.
charles isn’t sure how long they stand there, trading soft kisses in front of their well-cooked pasta sauce until seb pulls back. when charles opens his eyes, seb is staring at him like he’s a first place trophy.
“you’re right,” seb says quietly. “it is amazing.”
