The Night You Met Sebastian Stan

Part 1

You look around the party with your friend.  "You know they're never going to be here."  You say exhasperated.  "I'm sure Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan have way better things to do than show up to some guys' hotel suite because he was an intern on some Avengers movie four years ago."  Your friend looks at you, "I know.  I know this is completely ridiculous.  But what else would we be doing?  And what if?  What if they did actually---  oh fuck me..."  Her voice trails off.   You frown, "Well first I'd be mad at you for not sharing.  I mean friends should always-"  "Shut up."  She puts a hand over your mouth.  "I meant.. fuck me...look over there."  You follow her gaze towards the door and your mouth drops open.  They are even hotter in person.  "Oh fuck."

It doesn't take long for Isabel to get what she wants, she always does.  You've only managed to sneak furtive glances at Sebastian a few times and she's already on the couch next to Chris, whispering something in his ear as he smiles and runs a hand up her thigh.  You're genuinely happy for her but still, now you have no one to talk to and you can only play with the straw in your drink so many times.  Not much else to do but try to steal another look at Sebastian, you suppose.  You look up from your rum and coke and your eyes travel up his tight t-shirt to his face and shit.  He is staring at you.  His eyes sparkle when you make eye contact and you're not sure if you should smile or pass out.  You go with a small smile and holy fucksticks he smiles back.  You look at the floor again and before you can acknowledge your cheeks flushing pink, he's walked over to you.

You chat for a while and to your surprise, he appreciates your rather depraved sense of humor and returns all your raunchy banter with a rakish grin and some lascivious comments of his own.  You continue like this for a while, shamelessly flirting with each other, getting closer and closer on one of the oversized chairs by the balcony.  If this guy only knew how close you were to losing your mind every time he licked his lips or let his gaze travel down your body, he surely would have to show you some sort of mercy. 

"Hey man, thanks for comin'."  The sound of the party host's voice breaks you both from the moment. 

"No problem," He says politely, turning to the other guy and smiling.  "I'm having a good time."  He looks back at you pointedly.  You use the small interruption as your chance to catch your breath and fix yourself another drink. 

"I'll be right back.  Try not to miss me too much."  You make your way to the bathroom, fix your hair, adjust your bra and check your makeup.  "What is even happening right now?' You ask yourself in the mirror.  You exhale loudly and open the door, ready for round two.  You can see where the kitchen is set up with a make shift bar and you make your way towards it.  Without you noticing, Sebastian has stepped in front of the doorway, not letting you pass.   He looks down at you, grinning smugly and the fire is ignited again inside you.  "What are you doing?" you ask him. 

"Blocking you from the bar."

You narrow your eyes.  "Why?"

"To frustrate you."  He looks so damn proud of himself. 

"Well then tie me naked to a bed and refuse to touch me." You say before you can really help yourself.  His mouth drops open and his eyes widen.  He seems pleasantly shocked.  You step closer to him so your bodies are touching and you grind your hips against his.  Staring at him intently you hiss, "Move."

His tongue skates across his teeth and you can hear his breath catch in his throat.  He lowers his head a little and his eyes are darker,  "You know... you have been a delicious tease all night."  You look up at him with faux innocence in your eyes.  He wraps one arm tightly around your waist, preventing you from escaping.  "And I think I'm going to have punish you for it."