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SEBASTIAN STIRRED SLIGHTLY IN HIS SLEEP, and ian couldn't help but smile when the dirty blonde tightened his grip for a moment before falling back into deep sleep. ian was facing sebastian, his arms around the red head's waist and his head against his chest.
ian didn't know what was really happening with them, sometimes it felt like they were in a relationship, and that they were actually together. ian knew that sebastian didn't want that but he couldn't help but feel a bit upset about it. his feelings definitely became stronger for the dirty blonde over the time they've been close.
he ran his hands through sebastian's dirty blonde hair, imagining that what they had was an actual relationship, and not just being friends with benefits. ian really liked him.
sebastian's eyes flickered open, moving his arm then wincing. his arm accidentally bumped into his fresh piercing, not noticing the body wrapped around his. "hey, seb." ian mumbled, catching his attention.
"morning, ian." he had a raspy voice, due to him just waking up.
sebastian furrowed his brows, thinking about the position they were in. the feeling scared him, made him immediately think they were in a relationship. he felt his heart beat quicken, his eyes wide. he knew it wasn't smart to panic, but he did. he shoved himself away from the red head with heavy breaths, sitting up at the edge of the bed.
"hey, you okay?" ian asked, looking at sebastian with worry.
"yeah, just got scared for a second. but it's fine, don't worry." sebastian laughed halfheartedly, shaking his head. he pushed himself off the bed, going to grab a pair of pants.
"you going back to mickey's today?" sebastian asked the red head, glancing over at him.
"yeah, i really need to get the gun back to kash." ian sighed.
"i still think you should break things off with the old man, red." sebastian sighed, looking at his new piercings in his mirror. he grabbed his saline solutions and q-tips, cleaning the metal.
"you jealous?" ian asked, snickering as he stood up to change.
"nah, there's nothing to be jealous over but i am worried. the dude's got a wife. you're 15." he reminded ian.
"things haven't really been happening between us recently, anyways." ian sighed, pulling his jeans on.
"got anything i can wear? don't really wanna go out wearing the same thing as yesterday." ian turned to ask the dirty blonde.
