Skin On Skin

Chapter 16

Three Months Later...

Sebastian pushed Blaine backwards unable to stop himself any longer. The delicious sight of Blaine Anderson before him, waiting to be devoured, to be stripped and fucked into oblivion was all too much. He had waited long enough, too long in fact, and tonight after months of neglect, it was finally Sebastian's turn to have his fun with Blaine.

Blaine's head hit the wall hard from the force of Sebastian's shove, so hard that the picture a few feet away jumped in its frame. His body came slamming against the cool surface a second later. It didn't matter though. Blaine was so drunk he could barely feel his legs, let alone the effects of being thrown up against a wall.

Sebastian licked his lips lustfully and watched Blaine try to focus on Sebastian's body, but the hotel's dim lights and dull paint job were obviously not helping his plight and his head only veered this way and that in the midst of his alcoholic stupor. Deciding that they were only stalling, and since he couldn't get his hands on Sebastian, Blaine brought his hands to his shirt in an attempt to undress. He did not care for one moment that they were still in the hallway outside of his hotel room.

"I knew you wanted it," Sebastian chuckled to himself, and he shook his head in amusement when Blaine's fingers lost their grip and fell lethargically to his sides. "Dear Blaine, when will you learn that Absinthe is not a good drink for you?"

Blaine ignored his chiding. "Come here, my tall, sandy haired man," he managed to mumble. He tried to reach out for Sebastian, but his arm splayed too far to the right and completely missed his body.

Sebastian looked up and down the hallway, his hand going up to rub his chin thoughtfully as if he was having to consider Blaine's invitation, but nothing could hide the satisfied grin that was plastered all over his face. "Well, if you insist," he purred after a moment, and without any further ado, he pounced pushing himself against Blaine's chest almost lifting Blaine off his feet in the process. Their lips met roughly, their breaths heavy with the alcohol they had consumed in the bar downstairs.

Sebastian was on cloud nine. Not only was he also trashed thanks to the alcohol they had drunk, but after everything that had gone down since Blaine had walked out of Kurt's apartment three months ago, this was the first time that Blaine had actually done anything with anyone and Blaine was doing it with him. Sebastian couldn't help but want to gloat because of all the men in the world that Blaine could have picked, it was going to be him: Sebastian Smythe. He was the person that Blaine had chosen to fuck first.

To be honest, Sebastian had actually been getting worried about Blaine. It was so out of character, unnatural almost for Blaine to go that long without having sex. Not when Blaine usually left a string of broken men scattered around the country. In fact, Sebastian still couldn't believe that all of Blaine's odd behavior was down to that pathetic excuse of a man called Kurt. Surely, there had to have been some other reason for why he had been acting so oddly, but no matter how Sebastian had tried to pull Blaine out of his frump, Blaine had remained tight lipped about the whole matter.

Now though, who cared? What did it matter because finally tonight something had snapped inside of Blaine? Sebastian had seen it happen, had seen the change in Blaine's eyes while they had stood at the bar. It was that look that Sebastian could recognize after all their years of being friends. It was that look that Blaine got when Blaine wanted to be touched by anyone who would dare to put their hands on him. And upon seeing his chance, Sebastian had immediately leaned in and placed a possessive hand on the lower part of Blaine's back and spoke, "How about another round before we take it upstairs?" Blaine's only response had been a coy smile and the sixth shot of Absinthe had disappeared down his throat.