Fionn hadn't seen Sebastian in ages. He had gone on a well deserved vacation after handing in his work for the next three weeks. The boy came back sporting a new haircut, a new leather jacket, and brand new polished black leather seats in his '67 chevy impala. He strolled through the parking lot, hands in his pockets and eyes like emeralds as he spotted the young man talking with his group of boys. He smirked catching his eye as he opened the doors to the large "All Boys" school. Fionn ran a hand through his hair, chin tilted upward as he meant the gaze of skeptical students. Rumors had been going around that he had run off with his girlfriend, but obviously that wasn't the case. the closeted boy would never do that. Fionn put his belongings in his locker and grabbed his first hour books. English was his best subject, even though it wasn't his first language he did better then most Americans. Fionn sat down in his usual spot in the last row closest to the wall of windows in the middle of the row. He played with the zipper of his leather jacket and sighed softly to himself as boys surrounded him, asking where he had been for three weeks. Fionn wouldn't budge and let them ask, only answering yes or no questions.
"Today? No. I don't have any plans. At least, I don't think my calendar is full today. And so what if I intended to read? I like books, so what?" He trailed a finger along the sharp line of his lover's jaw. "Why? Do you? I can still give you a ride if you need it." Luka's breath hitched in his throat at the sensation of fingers on his skin beneath the t-shirt. He shifted back against them, his eyes fluttering at the delicacy behind the caress. He kissed Sebastian lightly, chaste in his movements. "Do your rendezvous's always end up like this?" he pondered aloud, his voice quite, trance-like, as if he hadn't intended for it to be asked.
Luka could feel Sebastian's smile against his lips. He liked the lazy way Sebastian kissed him back, still slightly groggy from rising out of bed. He enjoyed the way Sebastian's hands found his waist, like it was a magnet. There were so many small things that Luka was fascinated by in their small moment. There small intimacies that before yesterday had been completely foreign were now a drug to the older man. When Luka pulled away, he left his eyes closed, feeling Sebastian's phantom lips, greedily taking in the heat of the hands on his hips. When they did flutter open, the first thing they saw was the younger man's beautiful face. He blushed, but grinned at Sebastian, his hands moving down to slide along the smooth planes of his still bare chest.
After finishing up, Luka picked up their empty trays and quick like dashed into the kitchen, setting them down where he would take care of them later. "Sorry about that, I figured I'd get rid of the clutter." Once Sebastian had spoken, Luka rubbed his shoulder absently. "I'm an introvert. I'm not going to lie about that. But I can still be brave when I am quiet." He crawled into Sebastian's lap and situated himself so that he was almost straddling him, arms around his neck, his posture completely innocent. "If I wasn't braver around you, I wouldn't be doing this." His smile was almost cocky. "You are amazing, aren't you?" Luka wanted to kiss the other man. Wanted to capture his lips in a moment that the younger man could never forget. But the truth was, there had to be many, many lips that rivaled Luka's own. He gave into the want, framing the younger man's face between his hands with a surprising gentleness. He kissed Sebastian, then, eager and nervous, but still genuine in his actions.
Luka looked down, plucking at a loose string on his trousers and shrugging. He gnawed at his meal, eyes darting around the room but always landing on the other man. When Sebastian finished speaking, Luka couldn't help but let out a small laugh, his smile wide as he shook his head. "Sure, yeah, whatever. I loved it. And I'm not acting like I don't like you. It's just your enormous ego. It's a little... strange to be around someone like you for me." Luka rubbed the back of his head, wincing as he replayed what he had just said in his mind. "I like being around you though. It makes me feel... I don't know... stronger maybe. Braver."
Luka shifted uncomfortably beneath the intensity of Sebastian's gaze, chewing his food to distract himself from the beautiful boy in front of him. "You're welcome," he responded, setting the tray down beside him and bringing his maroon clad knees up to his chest while he munched on a slice of bacon. He nearly choked, coughing up a fit in retaliation to Sebastian's question. His cheeks and ears turned a brilliant shade of red, and he peered up at the other man shyly from behind the long hood of his eyelashes. "I... uh... I can't exactly lie and tell you about how dissatisfying it was. I'm sure you can draw your own conclusion from that statement. His blood had grown hot beneath his skin and within his veins. The truth was, the previous night had been one of the best nights of Luka's life. However, he wasn't quite ready to feed into Sebastian ego to that extreme.
Luka had always been a good cook. From a very young age he had taken to preparing meals and pleasing those around him with the exquisite taste of his creations. He finished up making two plates of french toast, hash browns, and bacon, and juggled everything in his arms before making his way into the bedroom, where Sebastian was already awake. "Mornin' handsome," he purred. "I made you breakfast." He carefully set the other man's tray of food down on his lap before sitting criss-cross at his feet and getting his own self situated. "I hope it's good. If you want more, I made extra." He took a small bite of bacon, unashamedly observing Sebastian in all of his glory.
Luka woke up early the next morning, his body tender and too warm. His intelligent brown eyes fluttered open to see Sebastian's sleeping face. The younger man was holding him close, his strong arms wound around Luka's smaller body. He slowly unraveled himself and crawled out of bed, careful not to wake the other man. He found himself a pair of maroon skinny jeans and an over-sized black t-shirt before dressing himself and making his way to the bathroom. Once there, he couldn't help but notice the ache on his neck and collar. Looking in the mirror, the cause was revealed to him. Dark marks littered his skin, trailing down his neck and along his visible collar. He couldn't resist the urge to touch the trail of bruises, and with delicate fingers, mapped out their placements. Sebastian had definitely claimed him. On quiet feet, he made his way to the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous morning, and figured Sebastian would be hungry as well when he finally dragged himself out of bed, so Luka busied himself with making breakfast, ignoring the ache in his body.
Luka liked the feeling of Sebastian's arms around him, the solid strength behind his careful touches. He knew there must be so much restraint in him, so much that the younger man was holding back. The German reached up to hold Sebastian's face, to cradle him delicately between his long slender fingers while they kissed, slowly and lazily. "Okay," he said. That one word was all he needed, because he was giving Sebastian permission to do whatever he wanted, and it was dangerous for Luka. The soft kisses to his neck made him sigh sweetly. He laid there, absorbing the heat from the other man's body before pulling the covers up over them both. It didn't take long before he was falling asleep to the beat of Sebastian's heart.
"Of course I have a bed, do I look like the kind of guy that sleeps on the floor?" Luka figured he might as well fight fire with fire and prove himself to be more than a door mat. "I... yes. I have that too." Luka swallowed hard. Sebastian and him were complete opposites. Luka had never been with anyone. Ever. He hadn't even had his first kiss that was how inexperienced he was. And here was this beautiful boy, wanting him. "... and then they, well, of course they do. Who wouldn't?" Luka felt his throat constrict as Sebastian pointed out the men he had been with. People that Luka had known or heard about, and they were all much interesting than he was. He didn't want to disappoint Sebastian. He turned his attention back to the other man, and feeling a surge of excitement, he grabbed him by the front of the shirt, pulling him up so that their lips were almost touching. "Get up, then, little prince." The term of endearment was a mockery. Luka was nervous. His hands were clammy, his heart beat loud in his chest, and his eyes were wide, but despite this, he kissed Sebastian firmly. When he let go and pulled away, he stood up and gestured for the younger man to follow.
Luka actually laughed at what Sebastian said. "Not exactly. I have been sharing an apartment with another student for the past few months. It hasn't exactly been working out for me though. I don't move into the dorm for another week. Sorry to disappoint." For the first few years of college, he had lived in a dorm. He chose not to stay there for the majority of the school year and instead resided at his grandmother's. She was his only family, and he had felt the need to take care of her. But now Luka was officially going to live in a dorm. "My flatmate is still on vacation though, so I've been missing the dorm life, but even then, I will have the room all to myself. My roommate switched dorms to be with his old high school mates." Luka's eyebrows shot up at Sebastian's next comment. "You're awfully presumptuous. Do the people you go home with just accept your assumptions?" The stutter had ceased to manifest in his words, which left Luka with a sense of pride. Luka found himself particularly disinteresting, but Sebastian seemed to find something extraordinary within the older man.
Luka rubbed the side of his arm, avoiding Sebastian's eyes for fear that if he looked at them, he would drown in the sea of blue and green. He wasn't sure why he was so amusing to Sebastian, or what could possibly possess the younger man to continue talking to him. It wasn't exactly like Luka was the easiest to talk to. He wasn't particularly funny or clever, perhaps a little too honest, but that was about it. The next set of words made Luka look up. He flushed a bright red and cough the slightest bit. "I... uh... my house..." Luka was like a smitten school girl. "Are y-you saying you want to go to my home?" He was actually looking at Sebastian now, trying to decifer the hidden meaning behind his carefully executed dialogue. As the younger man finished his beverage, Luka eyes the empty bottle carefully. Luka didn't drink. He didn't understand the appeal to what could potentially happen.
"Oh Alison. You're not a burden at all," Noah told her, shaking and smiling lightly at her to reassure her. "You're never a burden." As the two of them walked towards the parlor, he couldn't help himself but smirk at her reaction to the little place. "Not used to small businesses?" he questioned, letting out a small chuckle. He remembered when he went to New York for a day or two that all he recalled seeing was huge businesses because that was what attracted people. "There aren't many huge businesses around here, but the people like it that way," he explained to her as he shoved his hands in his jeans' pockets. "Okay, you can pay this time," he gave in, laughing before smirking. "My friend so happens to work here so maybe he could give us a discount or something," he playfully said, walking towards the counter. Seeing his friend, Bentley, they shared a handshake and then introduced Alison and his friend. "Bentley, meet Alison. Alison, this is one of my childhood friends, Bentley." After that, he ordered a cookie doe ice cream cone. Looking over to Alison, he nodded towards her. "What would you like, Alison?"
Luka shifted uncomfortably as Sebastian's gaze burned into his skin. He had never in his entire life been looked at with such a fathomless intensity. His own eyes flickered from Sebastian to anywhere else, unable to keep contact for too long. They didn't make eye contact until Sebastian spoke again. "Of course I've heard of you. The talk of a devastatingly handsome flirt like you reached even my ears. But I must admit... when I saw you for myself I was a little floored." Luka was unsure as to why he could actually talk to Sebastian, why words came so easily despite his flustered nature. Perhaps it was a side effect of the older man's desire to please. He actually laughed at Sebastian's next set of words. "Me? Possibly sexy? I'm afraid I've given you the wrong impression. I'm about as sexy as a rock, to be honest. As for the second part, you're dead on. But I might fall a little short on the sexy thing. For you, I could try." There was a slight mockery to his tone, but nothing that the younger man should take to heart. "If you want to see me sexy, this is not the place," Luka said. When the words came out he realized how they sounded. "Oh... uh... that may have come across the wrong way."
(It's quite alright. I've gotten to the point where length doesn't matter, just the quality of the reply)
The intensity of Sebastian's gaze was completely unfamiliar. He could not help but grow more and more flustered under his undivided attention. The majority of people did not have the time of day for Luka, and here Sebastian was, greedily taking in the way the older man turned red under his observational scrutiny. "Don't you know? I'm famous for my outstanding ability to sit through boring conversations instead of getting the guts to talk to the beautiful boy across the room. I guess now I don't have to do that." He shook his head and peered up at Sebastian from under a hood of long eyelashes. "You do realize that a flush is a side effect of heat alongside being stared at by you? You might not have any affect on me. I could be turning red simply because it's hot in here. Oh, and I'm not cute." He leaned forward and took a sip of his drink before contemplating the answer to Sebastian's question. "As a matter of fact I have two couches in my apartment. Unfortunately I was practically dragged off of one of them by the host of this rendezvous and brought here in tow. Friends do what they have to in order to get guys like me out of their nests." Luka took note of Sebastian drumming his slender fingers against his glass. "I don't have to ask why you're here. You're infamous around here for your partying abilities. However, I can't help but wonder what made me deserving of your attention."
When Luka caught the devastatingly handsome individual looking at him, he immediately flushed a soft red and looked away. Despite the increasing desire to catch another glimpse of the man, he forced himself to look elsewhere. With the other man gone, he decided to strike up a conversation with one of the guys closest to him. At least they knew each other. Luka had gone to high school with the other guy, but quickly found that was roughly all they had in common. Distracting himself with non-alcoholic drink in hand, Luka found it increasingly more difficult to find a reason to stay at the party. Max wasn't there to walk Luka through the steps of human interaction, and none of his other friends were there. They were few, after all. This part was no overly exclusive, but enough so that Luka recognized nearly everyone there. The one person he did have interest in, however, was so out of Luka's league that he dare not start an interaction.
As he continued talking to the rather boring guy next to him, he did not notice the stranger's return. He was dimly aware of someone settling down on the coffee table in front of him, but he did not turn his attention to them until the guy he was conversing with coughed loudly as a signal to engage in a different conversation. To his pleasant surprise, it was the man from before. "Hello... I'm not sad, just a little out of place," he admitted. "As for your compliment, thank you." Luka laughed, softly and hesitantly. "I will admit, I can come across as quite the loner. But if I truly was, I wouldn't be talking to you." He was slightly flushed by the handsome man's presence, but luckily it could easily be blamed on the warmth of the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sebastian Smythe. I'm Luka Hirsch."
Luka had never been to a party before. There was a different light to the situations such an event brought on, and the twenty three-year-old man was not entirely sure he could appreciate it. This had never been his domain. It had never even occurred to Luka to go to the parties that his fellow college students invited him to every once in a while. As a junior in college, he was expected to become a part of that scene. However, this was just not to Luka's particular taste. Not even his best friend, Max, could make the part scene enjoyable for the introverted young man. It was just too fast-paced for him. The thrumming music, the sweat-slicked bodies. The individual occurrences would not be too much for the young man, but having everything happening all at once was overwhelming for him.
Luka ran a hand through his shock of dark hair, his eyes, the color of scotch filtered by sunlight, flickering around the room. Max had gone upstairs with some girl, leaving Luka attempting to blend in. He wanted to be a fly on the wall. There were too many people milling around, too many people trying to talk to him, and too much heat moving around his body. He found salvation next to a window by the couch, where the party continued, but at least the chill of the night chased away the heat that wound around the inside of the house. He was sitting on the floor, drink in hand with the night air sliding down his back when the most gorgeous man he had ever seen in his entire life, stole all of his attention.