#seb calling mark a pretty boy? mark calling seb fit? mark telling sebastian to go to bed and sleep well? good bye :)

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Mark Webber and Steve Jones of Channel 4 F1 interview Sebastian Vettel after Abu Dhabi Qualifying 2022

#mark webber #sebastian vettel #steve jones #even aside from the martian flailing this interview is so.... it;s so nice it made me tear up #seb talking about his kids #how he'll have to be quiet when he gets back to the hotel because they'll be sleeping #the fondness here.... #but also. #seb calling mark a pretty boy? mark calling seb fit? mark telling sebastian to go to bed and sleep well? good bye :) #as such i am tagging this #sebmark

[babybluebex]

Hi, i was wondering if you could write something where Sebastian Stan is a dad to a little boy and the one who always reads to him before bed, but one night Seb is very tired after shooting, and reader is the one putting him to bed, but the little one refuses to go to sleep until Seb reads to him.

Sorry for my bad Engish, it's not my first languaje. Also, if you don't want to write this I totally understand. 🥰

no! i love the idea!! i tweaked it a bit to fit an idea i was already writing, so i hope you liked what i did with it :) and ur english is perfect my love

goodnight, sleep tight [sebastian stan x reader]

➽ pairing: dad!sebastian stan x fem!reader( y/n) ➽ word count: 2.2k ➽ summary: see above! ➽ warnings: mentions of postpartum depression, angst ➽ a/n: the image of seb in bucky’s costume, getting a little baby to fall asleep makes me go uwu

“Are you guys coming to set today?” Sebastian asked, pressing a kiss to my head. 

“I’ll see if Andy wants to,” I mumbled with a yawn. My husband’s call time was six AM, which was so much earlier than I ever wanted to be awake, so he usually woke me up with a goodbye kiss. “I think we can manage it, though.” 

“Ah, well,” Sebastian shrugged. “He’s barely a year old. I think he’ll like it.” 

“But he’s also your son,” I countered. 

“What does that mean?” Sebastian asked. Even in the dark of the room, I could see the happy glint in his blue eyes. 

“He’s stubborn,” I said. “Won’t do anything if he doesn’t want to.” 

“That’s not a ‘me’ thing,” Sebastian told me. “That’s a Romanian thing. We’re stubborn people.” 

“Regardless,” I sighed. “I think he might be scared of the costume. The mask and the arm and all; it might be a bit much.” 

“He’ll be able to tell it’s me,” Sebastian said. “Kids are like dogs, they can recognize people by smell. Right?” 

“Maybe your smell,” I chuckled, my throat dry from the night of sleep. “Mr. Bucket-Of-KY-Jelly.” 

“That was uncalled for,” Sebastian chuckled. He leaned over the bed, bracing his left hand next to me head, and I turned to fully look at him. “I smell great.” 

“When you shower, you do,” I said, scrunching my nose, and Sebastian laughed deep in his chest. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, giving me the gentlest of kisses. Sebastian wasn’t usually a gentle creature-- his kisses usually left me with bruised and puffy lips or marks littering my neck and breasts-- but, in the morning, he was so soft and sweet. 

“We’ll continue this later,” Sebastian said. His long hair fell into his face, and I tenderly pushed it behind his ear. Adjusting to the new everything that Seb required for this film was an experience; the long hair, the stubble, and the weight training was grueling for all three of us, especially little Andrei. He missed his daddy dearly, but Sebastian always made up for lost time with nightly tummy-time and stories. Andrei James Stan had loved his dad since before he was born-- the little bastard always kicked up a storm when Sebastian rubbed my belly or talked to me-- and, when he was gone filming something for a long time, Andy got a little upset and overly clingy. Call it separation anxiety or just plain missing his daddy, but Sebastian always made it up to Andy with a special Daddy/Andy night (which also gave me the opportunity to be by myself for a while). 

“I hope not too much later,” I whispered, pulling him down to kiss me again. “I miss you, Seb.” 

“I know, baby,” Sebastian whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I miss you too. Maybe we can get a babysitter or something on Sunday.”

“Great idea,” I said. “Now, you gotta go or you’ll be late.” 

“Ugh,” Sebastian groaned. 

“Go!” I giggled. “My big super-soldier. You gotta show everyone what you’re made of.” 

Just as I spoke, from across the room, Andy made a squealing noise in his crib. The trailer we were living in while Sebastian shot Winter Soldier was a bit small, but it worked perfectly. “Oh, really?” Sebastian said, turning his head to look at Andy. “And what do you think I’m made of, mister?” 

Sebastian moved to his crib as I turned on the lamp, and I watched Sebastian, all muscles and beard and long hair, reach into the crib and pull his infant son into his arms. Andy was born premature, so he was still pretty small, and it made my heart melt. His fluffy hair was in-between a blond and a brown, sorta like how Sebastian’s hair was when he was little, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes. “Really?” Sebastian playfully grimaced, nuzzling his nose against Andy’s. “I think you’re made of yogurt and farts, young man.” 

“Seb!” I snorted. “Don’t say that to him!”

“He is, though!” Sebastian laughed, Andy’s little fist tightening around a lock of his hair. “I don’t see you denying it.” 

“Don’t say our son’s made of farts,” I protested, getting out of bed. “He’s made of wonderful things, like love and kindness--” 

“And yogurt,” Sebastian added. 

“And yogurt,” I acquiesced. Andy did eat a lot of yogurt. “Speaking of, is the little monster hungry? Is that why you’re up so early?” 

Andy nodded, patting his tummy, and Sebastian gave him to me. “Have a good day today, babies,” Sebastian told me, kissing my forehead, then brushing Andy’s hair back and kissing his soft head. “Just text me when you’re coming by.” 

“Sure thing.” 

“This is Sebastian’s baby?” 

Scarlet held Andy in a tender embrace, gazing at him with surprise. She was looking at him with a look of wonderment, like she couldn’t believe that Sebastian of all people could be capable of producing another human being. Nobody on the cast had properly met Andy yet, hence why Andy and I visiting set was such a big deal. “Looks just like him,” she added. 

“Acts like him too,” I chuckled. “Stubborn as hell and eats everything in sight.” 

“Damn, this really is his kid,” Scarlet laughed, and Andy thumped his head down onto her shoulder. “He’s so sweet.”

Andy smiled at Scarlet and gave a happy squeal, and Scarlet turned to face me. “Who’s that?” She asked in a gentle voice, and Andy’s smile turned to me. 

“Mama!” He exclaimed, reaching for me, and Scarlet and I laughed. 

“Smart as hell,” Scarlet added. 

“That comes from me,” I chuckled. Andy took a fistful of my shirt and started to chew on the fabric, but I was used to it. He was teething and chewed on everything; most of my shirts were a little frayed from him. 

“Mean,” said Sebastian from behind me, and I turned and gave a gasp of surprise. I hadn’t ever seen him in full costume before, and it was a shock at first. A leather vest and tight dark jeans, tactical gear everywhere, and a dark mask obscuring the bottom half of his face. And, of course, covering his left arm, a cast-like structure that looked like silver metal with a red star on his shoulder. The arm was covered in little orange dots-- I’m assuming to assist in mo-cap during editing-- and he wore a leather glove on his left hand. 

“Jesus God,” I laughed. “Scared the hell outta me. You look good, babes.” 

“I know,” Sebastian told me, and I knew that he was smirking at me under the mask. “You look beautiful too.” 

“Not really,” I said. “I’m not even wearing makeup.” 

“Still beautiful,” he said, and he reached up and tugged the mask off. He leaned down and, cradling my cheek in his gloved hand, gently kissed my lips. “And the little rascal?” 

“Mm,” I hummed, breaking the kiss. “He’s sleepy. Getting cranky and all.” 

“Has he eaten?” 

“Just did,” I told him. “Before you ask, yes, it was yogurt. But I also gave him some of those blueberry puffy crackers.” 

“Did you save any for me?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows raising. 

“In my pocket,” I replied. Sebastian and I had quickly discovered that certain baby foods were delicious, especially the fruit-flavored puffy crackers that Andy favored, and I always ended up bringing some with me wherever I went. 

“I know that you’re not eating baby food,” Scarlet laughed as Sebastian reached into my pocket and extracted the plastic bag of star-shaped crackers. 

“They’re good as hell,” Sebastian said, popping a handful into his mouth. “Want one?” 

“I’ll pass,” Scarlet laughed. 

“Ask Mackie, I’m sure he’ll tell you the same,” Sebastian said. Then, he turned his attention back to me. “I could read him a quick story to get him down, if you want.” 

I shrugged. “If you really want to,” I said. 

“Alright, stinker,” Sebastian said, exchanging the crackers for Andy. “Did you bring a book?” 

“Shit, no,” I mumbled. 

“Shit!” 

“Oh, c’mon, man,” I sighed as Scarlet laughed. I frequently forgot that Andy was at the stage where he was repeating things that he heard, and usually Sebastian and I were good about not cussing, because Andy would repeat it for the rest of time. “Don’t expose me like this.” 

“I can come up with a story,” Sebastian said through stifled laughter. “Let’s find a place to get comfy, huh, mister? A nice chair, maybe? I bet Uncle Chris has a really nice chair we can settle in…” 

As he walked away, I felt a presence behind me. I had briefly met Chris at the First Avenger premiere a few years ago, when Sebastian and I weren’t even properly dating yet, but Sebastian and I had eloped, hence no wedding to see him at. “Hey, Evans,” I said and gave him a quick fist bump. 

“Where’re they going?” Chris asked, munching at an orange. 

“To steal your chair in the shade,” I said. “Andy’s getting sleepy and only sleeps when Seb reads him a story.” 

“Cute,” Chris said. “Ya know, Sebastian never shuts up about the two of you.”

“Really?” I asked. “Like, what does he say?”

“Just little stories,” Chris said. “Something you said, or something Andy did. Or just the quick little ‘we had this for dinner’ or ‘we watched this movie last night’. He adores you two.” 

“That’s nice,” I said softly. “I always worry if he’s getting sick of having these two lives. It must be a lot for him.” 

“I can’t read minds,” Chris said. “But I don’t think he could ever get sick of you.”

I nodded slowly. “I was diagnosed with postpartum depression after Andy was born,” I started quietly. “I was so anxious that I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t stop crying, I… I even thought about packing a bag and leaving and not coming back. It was so fucking hard, and I thought for sure that Sebastian would ask for a divorce or something. I guess I’m still a little worried about that. But that’s… That’s really helpful, Chris. Thanks.” 

I tried to contain my tears, but Chris must have seen through my crumbling facade, because he wrapped me in a tight hug. “You’re so strong, Y/N,” he whispered. “Know that I’m proud of you, and Scar, and Mackie, and all of us, but especially Sebastian. Man, he fucking loves you so much. There’s nothing that you could do that would make him hate you or want to divorce you. I don’t know much about your relationship, but I know that.” 

I was glad I wasn’t wearing makeup, because I knew that it would be smeared across my cheeks by now. It was one thing to hear it from Sebastian, but from an outsider like Chris, it meant the world. “Thanks,” I whispered. “That means so fucking much.” 

“And, hey, I kinda know how it goes with a baby,” Chris began. “My sisters have kids, and I’ve played babysitter plenty of times. And I’d say I’m pretty good at it. No complaints so far. So, if you ever need a babysitter to get a break for a night, I’d love to help.” 

“That would be so nice,” I sighed into his shoulder. “Not to be TMI…” I paused to let him stop me, but his hand comfortingly ran up my back. “It’s been a while since it was just… Me and Seb, ya know what I mean?”

“I do,” Chris said. “You have my number.” 

I nodded and detached myself from Chris, and I chuckled as I wiped my face dry. “I’m gonna go find my boys,” I said. “Thanks for that, man.”

“Anytime, Mrs. Stan,” Chris said with a smile. 

It wasn’t hard to find Sebastian and Andrei. They were settled in a canvas chair under a tarp shade, with Andy’s little head resting on his shoulder. He seemed like he was already out like a light. “... So Steve is like ‘Bucky?’ and Bucky looks at his friend and he says ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’, which is not that good. Because Bucky should know who Steve is, right?” 

“Are you telling him spoilers for the movie?” I asked, putting my hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. 

“It’s the only story I could come up with on the spot,” Sebastian said. “But he seems to like it… Or not like it. Does it mean he thinks it’s boring if he falls asleep during it?” 

“I think it means that he loves you,” I said. “And he finds comfort in you, even when you look like that.”

“Look like what?” Sebastian asked. When I didn’t answer and only gave him a playful smile, he said, “When I look like what, Y/N Stan?” 

“So different than usual,” I offered with a shrug, and Sebastian rolled his eyes. 

“You’ll pay for that,” he told me, patting Andy’s back gently. “What were you talking to Chris about?” 

“He was just telling me some nice things,” I said simply. “About how you’re always talking about me and Andy. And he said that he’d babysit whenever we need him to.” 

“Hmm,” Sebastian hummed softly. “Sounds promising. I really miss you, baby.” 

“I miss you too,” I told him. “Now, my love, you have work. Be good and kill Chris for me.” 

“Anything for you, my baby.” 

#sebastian stan #sebstan #seabass #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y./n #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan x reader fluff #sebastian stan x reader angst

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Body Politics

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Paring: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Word count: 9.4k

Rating: E (so 18+ only please!)

A/N: Okaayyy! So it took a while, but I finally wrote the thing based on this prompt (which I unfortunately accidentally deleted, but I saved the prompt itself):"hello! I saw some pics of chris with various politicans for his new project and thought about a stucky/evanstan fic in which chris/steve wants to film a clip with a newly elected senator who turns out to be bucky/seb and chris/steve just can't deal with the hotness." 

It’s… a bit longer than I intended it to be - surprise! As always, I’ve posted it to AO3 and I’d recommend reading it there because it really is quite long (that’s what she said). Hope you enjoy the filth 💖 N.B. I know you asked for Senator Sebastian, but it seemed to fit better with the story to make him a Representative instead! Hope that’s ok!

Body Politics

Chris has done dozens of these videos by now. In fact, he did two of them just this morning. He knows the drill, he knows what he’s doing, there’s really no reason to be nervous anymore. And yet, as per usual right before he’s going in, his anxiety is peaking, causing him to feel jittery and queasy, and like he’s suddenly forgotten everything he’s supposed to know about the American political system.

God, he’s going to make a massive fool of himself. What the fuck was he thinking? Should’ve just stayed in his lane, like plenty of people told him to. He sighs at his reflection in the mirror, splashing his face with cold water in the hope it will help him focus.  

“Ready?” Mark asks him, as soon as he steps out into the hallway where Mark had been waiting for him.

“Absolutely,” Chris nods, all put on confidence and ease which he definitely isn’t feeling. “Let’s do this.”

Mark is well aware how bad Chris’s anxiety tends to get before this sort of thing, but he doesn’t comment. He knows Chris will be fine as soon as the cameras turn on and he can stop being Chris Evans, meatball and anxious mess, and start being Chris Evans, movie star and aspiring politician – or, as most people view him, real life Captain America. Chris doesn’t mind that image so much. He’s proud of what he’s done with the character and besides, Steve Rogers is a better man than he’ll ever be. Sometimes it’s a little frustrating when people seem to be more excited about meeting Cap than about what it is Chris is there to discuss with them – things that are important not only to him personally, but to the fate of the entire country. But on the flipside, his Cap persona has opened a lot of doors for him, and that makes the occasional flare of irritation more than worth it. Politicians and civil servants are just people too, after all. Well. Most of them.

Today, Chris is meeting with Democratic Representative Sebastian Stan. Stan is quite new on the Hill, and Chris was doubtful whether meeting with him would be worthwhile. But Mark had said he’d heard good things about the guy, plus he was willing to meet with them, so Chris had decided to give him a chance. Since it was all quite last minute, he hadn’t really had time to do much research on Stan and just read the notes that Mark had sent him earlier this morning. 

Chris was impressed with the guy’s resume, and despite his usual nerves he was quite looking forward to speaking with him. It was undoubtedly going to be better than interviewing some stuffy old Republican. Again. Chris is well aware that he signed up for this whole bipartisan thing himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t occasionally get the urge to throw hands when he hears someone like Ted Cruz or Dan Crenshaw spout their conservative bullshit.

Chris walks into the office that’s set up like a small film set: two simple folding chairs set up on a worn rug in front of some antique, mahogany cabinets, giving the appearance of nonchalant sophistication. Next to the chairs are some studio lights and reflectors, and two cameras, one behind each chair.  

Mark takes a seat on the far end of the room, there to observe and chime in if necessary, while Chris hikes up the knees of his dress pants before sits down on one of the folding chairs. He crosses his legs, tapping his pen against the papers resting on his knee while they wait for Representative Stan to arrive.

After a minute or two, the door behind Chris opens, and he gets up, ready to greet the Representative. He turns with a smile, which freezes on his face as he comes face to face with the guy he’s supposed to be interviewing.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

The thought flits through Chris’s mind, unbidden and very, very inappropriate, under the circumstances.

It’s true, though. Standing before him, wide smile on his face and his hand held out expectantly, is a man who wouldn’t have looked out of place on the kind of red carpet that Chris frequently finds himself on, too. Chris’s body moves on autopilot, greeting Stan and shaking his hand, while his brain produces nothing but static, helplessly stuck on a litany of holy shit he’s gorgeous what do I do what do I say.

Representative Stan is dressed in a perfectly tailored, aubergine suit, his chestnut hair slicked back in a way that could’ve seemed skeevy, but instead looks sleek and sophisticated. His steel-blue eyes are bright and intelligent, but there’s a glimmer of something almost mischievous in them, too – as if Stan knows something Chris doesn’t and he may choose to waylay him any minute. Stan’s jawline and cheekbones could cut glass, and his mouth… Chris has to make a conscious effort to look away from his mouth, or this could get really awkward really fast.

It’s only when both of them have taken place on their respective folding chairs and Gino, their camera guy, asks them if they’re good to go, that Chris’s brain decides to cooperate again. Not fully, but just enough to be able to focus on the questions he knows he needs to ask. He clears his throat and plasters on a smile, hoping fervently that he at least outwardly appeared like he knew what he was doing while he was inwardly busy having a melt down over a pretty boy.

He shakes himself. It isn’t just a pretty boy. Sebastian Stan is a United States Representative. One who is now looking at him expectantly from the chair opposite, ready to answer Chris’s questions about healthcare for all, gun control and gerrymandering.

Oh, Christ.

Stealing himself, Chris nods at Gino, signaling for him to turn on the cameras. He takes a deep breath, and starts.

“Representative Stan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for sitting down with us today and for agreeing to answer some of my questions.”

“Please, call me Sebastian,” Stan replies, smiling. “And the pleasure is all mine.”

Chris swallows, trying hard not to get stuck on the word pleasure or the way Sebastian’s slight New York drawl sounds coming from that beautiful mouth, and asks his first question. “Sebastian. Could you tell me, in sixty seconds, what your stance is on gun control?”

---

Representative Stan’s – Sebastian’s – answers are all incredibly thoughtful yet to the point, and with every reply Chris feels himself sinking deeper and deeper into a state of despair. He’s pretty and he shares Chris’s opinions on basically everything? This guy is trouble. Heaps of it.

When Chris asks question four, he almost falters when he thinks he catches Sebastian looking him up and down, gaze lingering for a moment on his hands and shoulders. But surely that’s just wishful thinking? Just in case, Chris quickly checks Sebastian’s left hand: no ring. When he meets Sebastian’s eyes again, the corner of his mouth ticks up into a hint of a smirk, as if he knows exactly what Chris was doing.

Immediately, Chris feels his cheeks heat up. Not for the first time in his adult life he’s grateful for the fact that his beard covers most of his face. He clears his throat again and sits up straighter, trying to appear as if he’s listening intently to Sebastian’s next reply instead of freaking out about the possibility that Sebastian might be interested back. Just the idea makes Chris feel too hot under the lights suddenly, his collar too tight around his neck.

He holds it together relatively well for the remainder of the interview, only tripping up and staring at Sebastian’s mouth as he talks maybe two or three times, and honestly, he kind of feels like he deserves some kind of medal for that. When his final question, regarding constituencies, has been answered, Chris represses the urge to sigh in relief. As soon as the cameras turn off, he reaches up to loosen his tie just a tad, needing to get some air.

And, lo and behold, Sebastian’s gaze tracks the movement, before settling on Chris’s mouth for just a moment. A thrill of excitement runs through Chris’s body, head to toe. Is he reading this right? Fuck, he hopes he’s reading this right.

“Thank you, Sebastian,” Chris says, standing up and watching Sebastian do the same. “This was all very interesting. It’ll be a valuable contribution to A Starting Point, I’m sure.”

“Not a problem,” Sebastian replies pleasantly. “It’s been very” – he pauses to lick his lips, not breaking eye contact – “enlightening.”

Oh, boy.

Chris holds out his hand again and Sebastian takes it. There’s no mistaking it now: the handshake lasts too long for it to be entirely professional and there is definitely more eye contact than necessary. Chris’s heart is beating in his throat by the time he finally pulls his hand back, daring to subtly let his fingers brush Sebastian’s wrist. He watches in satisfaction as Sebastian’s eyes darken a fraction, a spark of heat flashing through them before he smiles pleasantly again and turns around to thank Gino and Mark.

Chris internally slaps himself in the face. Jesus, this is such an inconvenient time and place to develop a crush on someone. Still, he already knows he’s helpless against Sebastian’s charm and he’ll probably spend the next few weeks or so pathetically (and unethically) watching the footage they just shot and daydreaming about all the things he wish he could’ve done to him. It’s just not fair for someone so smart and dedicated to also be this hot.

When Sebastian turns to him again, Chris valiantly pretends he’s not in the middle of a mental breakdown and gives him a smile.

“So, Chris,” Sebastian starts, pensively rubbing his chin. “Can I call you Chris?”

“Of course,” Chris hastens to assure him. “I’m just regular old Chris.” Regular old Chris? Pathetic.

“Okay then,” Sebastian replies, and his eyes are dancing. “Chris it is. So, I’m sure you’re busy, but I’d love to pick your brain on something. I wonder if you have a moment?”

Well, damn. Maybe Chris won’t just be daydreaming after all.

Chris nervously rubs the back of his neck. “Sure, yeah. No problem. You were my last interview for the day anyway, so I’ve got time.” He looks at Mark, who’s standing over by the doorway. “Are you okay going ahead without me? I’m not sure how long this will take so there’s not need to wait around for me, I guess.”

Mark, who, unlike Chris, is not an idiot, looks far too knowing. “Absolutely. You take your time, Chris. Do what needs to be done, and all that,” he grins. “I’m gonna head back to the hotel, got plenty of work to be catching up with. I’ll see you later.” Turning to Sebastian, Mark adds, “It was a pleasure meeting you. Take care. Be safe.”

“Yes, sir,” Sebastian replies, giving Mark a playful wink.

Mark turns to smirk at Chris one more time before he grabs his briefcase and heads out the door behind Gino and his assistant, leaving Chris and Sebastian by themselves. The sudden silence is a little stifling, and Chris is the first to break it.

“So…” he says, like an idiot.

Sebastian inclines his head with a smile. “So,” he replies, looking back up at Chris from under his eyelashes. “My office is a little further down the hall, if you want to follow me. It’s not much, but at least it offers better seating than a couple of folding chairs.”

Chris laughs, a little louder than the comment warrants, but he’s nervous, okay? He’s not sure where this afternoon will take him, but he sure hopes he’s not reading this wrong and Sebastian isn’t going to break out some official documents for them to discuss the moment they step into his office.

Sebastian leads the way through a maze of corridors, occasionally raising a hand in greeting while Chris tries to keep his head down. He doesn’t mind being recognized or stopped, usually, but he’d rather not have to chat to some random stranger while he’s on his way to what is potentially a really hot and really inappropriate hookup. He gets a few looks, but he keeps his gaze fixed on Sebastian’s back, and fortunately it isn’t long before Sebastian opens a door on the left hand of the corridor, gesturing Chris inside.  

It’s just a normal Capitol Hill office; not too big, all white walls and dark wooden furniture that’s seen better days but that still does the trick. The window looks out onto a lawn, high enough up to ensure no one is able to see inside when they look up on their lunchbreak walk. Sebastian’s desk is littered with papers, most of them organized into neat piles and held down by paperweights. A man after Chris’s own heart.

The door closes behind them with an audible click, and Chris stills. His instincts tell him to fill the silence with mindless chatter, but he knows he’s likely to say something embarrassing that could well end up jeopardizing this whole rendezvous. So he bites his tongue, and waits for Sebastian to speak first.

Sebastian takes his sweet time – whether because he doesn’t know what to say either or to rile him up, Chris isn’t sure.

“Take a seat,” he says eventually, gesturing to the sturdy, armless chair in the middle of the room, about two yards between it and the wooden desk near the window. Chris, starting to wonder if this is going to be just business after all, does as he’s told, expecting Sebastian to take place behind his desk.

Sebastian doesn’t. Instead, he perches on the edge of his desk, one foot on the ground and crossing his wrists on his left knee. Chris is having flashbacks to being called into the principal’s office, only much, much better.

“I really do admire your initiative and ambitions with this website,” Sebastian says, sounding genuine. “It’s always a risk for someone from the entertainment industry to venture into politics and usually I’d say it’s not a great idea.” He pauses, and Chris fights the urge to squirm in his seat. “But then, usually,” Sebastian continues, “people are after some kind of power or influence, whereas you’re concerned with making sure people are informed enough to vote, and vote wisely. I think that’s a very admirable aspiration.”

Chris sends Sebastian a grateful smile. “Thank you. A lot of people think I’m just sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong and I should stick to acting, but I care deeply about these issues. My career has afforded me a platform, an opportunity to make my voice heard, and I can’t not use that opportunity to try and make a difference.”

“That’s exactly it,” Sebastian agrees. “Sure, you’ve got a famous face and name, but you’re not taking advantage of it. You’re using it to do some good. And, um –” He pauses, biting his lower lip around a smile and tilting his head a little to the left, before finishing, “Well, let’s just say I think that’s very sexy of you.”

Chris barks out a surprised laugh. “Glad to hear it, Rep- Sebastian,” he corrects himself. Gathering his courage, he deliberately, slowly lets his gaze sweep Sebastian’s form, head to toe and back again. “And as it happens,” he goes on, deciding to throw caution to the wind and just go for it, “I think you’ve got many excellent qualities yourself.”

A slow smile spreads over Sebastian’s handsome face, lighting up his features and momentarily stealing Chris’s breath away.

“That so?” Sebastian looks down at the floor for a moment, then looks back up at him through his eyelashes – to devastating effect. Chris is pretty sure he lets out a quiet gasp, his heart tripping over itself in his chest.

Jesus Christ, where is his cool when he needs it? Or his game, for that matter.

“I’ve gotta say,” Sebastian continues, head still cocked and fixing Chris with his gaze. “You’re not at all how I was expecting you to be.”

“How were you expecting me to be?”

“I don’t know.” Sebastian gives him a considering look. “Less down to earth, less likeable, more Hollywood?”

Chris huffs a laugh. “Yeah, people usually tell me I’m a little disappointing in real life. Shorter than they were expecting, not as muscly, etcetera etcetera.”

Sebastian frowns, a little wrinkle appearing on his brow that Chris immediately wants to smooth out with his thumb.

“Oh no, I don’t think you’re disappointing at all. You’ve exceeded my expectations, if anything. I figured it probably took tons of make up to make you look as dashing as you do on screen, but if anything I think you’re more handsome in real life.” Gesturing at him, Sebastian clarifies, “The beard, the waist, the shoulders – it’s… quite something.”

“Oh,” Chris says intelligently. “Thank you.” He winces. “I mean-”

“You’re cute,” Sebastian interrupts, grinning.

“I –” Chris falters again, dropping his head into his hands. “Fuck, I swear I’m usually smoother than this.” He looks back up at Sebastian a little sheepishly. “You just kinda caught me off guard. I guess you surpassed my expectations, too. I wasn’t expecting a Representative too be quite so…”

“So?” Sebastian prompts, still watching him closely.

“Gorgeous,” Chris breathes.

This time, it’s Sebastian who sucks in a breath, his eyes widening just a little. It’s small, almost imperceptible, but Chris is watching him closely so he notices. Seems Sebastian isn’t quite as unaffected by all this as he first appeared. That knowledge makes something in Chris’s chest loosen, helps him regain his footing a little.

Keeping his eyes locked with Sebastian’s, Chris slowly uncrosses his legs, planting both his feet firmly on the ground. Sebastian’s eyes drop down to Chris’s lap before they flick up to his face again. His perfectly white, straight teeth – more Hollywood than Capitol Hill – sink into his plump bottom lip, right hand dropping to his waist to casually unfasten the button on his suit jacket.

For a few seconds, neither of them speaks or moves, the tension in the room almost palpable now. Chris suppresses a shiver when Sebastian slowly gets up and walks over to him with an air of a predator approaching its prey.

Unconsciously, Chris holds his breath, then lets it out again in a rush when Sebastian plants his hands on Chris’s shoulders and proceeds to straddle his thighs, sitting down squarely in Chris’s lap.

Chris makes a sound, somewhere between surprised and helplessly turned on, his hands flying up to rest on Sebastian’s waist. “Whoa, I- okay.” He swallows nervously.

“Okay?” Sebastian checks.

Chris nods, a little too quickly to be suave, but hey, this is kind of an unusual situation.

Sebastian relaxes infinitesimally, the only sign that he’s not quite as confident here as he appears to be. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes drifting over Chris’s features.

From up close, Chris can count Sebastian’s eyelashes, can see the hint of a stubble on his jawline. He’s intoxicating, and Chris doesn’t dare move an inch as he lets Sebastian study him. Finally, after he’s looked his fill, Sebastian’s gaze comes to rest on Chris’s mouth. His tongue, pink and wet, flicks out to wet his own lips, and Chris’s mouth starts to water. He aches with how much he wants to kiss that pretty, pouty mouth.

After a long, loaded moment, Sebastian leans in, his breath ghosting Chris’s lips for a second and making his heart race in anticipation, before he finally presses their mouths together.

The kiss is soft, lush, almost sweet. Chris holds his breath, his stomach flipping like he’s some kind of blushing virgin being kissed for the very first time.

Then, Sebastian makes a sound – a tiny, throaty noise that’s almost a moan but not quite, and something inside of Chris snaps. He groans, parting his lips and urging Sebastian to do the same, and then they’re kissing, hard and openmouthed. Chris slides one hand up Sebastian’s neck, burying his fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Sebastian moans for real this time, hands smoothing over the fabric of Chris’s suit jacket, lingering on his shoulders and arms.

“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters against Chris’s mouth, squeezing his biceps. “So fucking hot.”

Chris is used to being called hot, of course. It’s inescapable in his profession. But coming from Sebastian, quite probably the sexiest man on God’s green earth, the words mean a lot more than they usually do. It emboldens him enough to wrap an arm around Sebastian’s waist and pull him closer against him, pressing their groins together briefly.

“Uh,” Sebastian hiccups, pulling back a fraction to look down at Chris. His pupils are blown already, lips reddened and spit slick, and Chris wants. He wants this man so much and he hardly even knows him.

“God, look at you,” Chris breathes, staring in something close to awe. “Pretty as a picture, sittin’ in my lap.”

Sebastian swallows, his eyelids fluttering at the compliment, and then he slowly and deliberately grinds down. Both of them groan at the friction, Chris’s own hips jerking upwards of their own accord, and Sebastian does it again, simultaneously leaning down to capture Chris’s lips in another kiss. Soon, they’ve found a sort of rhythm, their hips rolling in time with the slow, luxurious thrusts of their tongues into each other’s mouths. It’s intoxicating - the smell of Sebastian’s aftershave mingling with fresh sweat and arousal making Chris’s head swim.

Already, he’s uncomfortably hard inside his slacks, the need to rut, to seek relief, becoming almost unbearable the longer they spend slowly grinding together on that office chair.

“Sebastian.”

Sebastian hums, dragging his mouth over Chris’s cheeks before taking his earlobe between his teeth, worrying it gently. Chris makes a pitiful noise. He throws his head back automatically, inviting Sebastian to attack his exposed neck next. Licking along the tendons that stand out, Sebastian presses wet little kisses to his throat and jaw, too much and not enough at the same time. It’s like Sebastian has a map to all of Chris’s weak spots, like he’s trying to tick them off one by one until he reaches the spot marked X.

Just when Chris thinks he’s going to have to beg him for some relief, Sebastian pulls back, placing one more lush kiss on his lips before he climbs off Chris’s lap.

On instinct, Chris’s hands fly up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry,” he says, panting slightly. “Did I-“

But before he can finish his sentence, Sebastian has quickly taken off his suit jacket and thrown it carelessly to the side, sinking to his knees in front of him. He pushes open Chris’s legs with a hand on either knee, a question in his eyes as he looks up at him.

“I hope you’re alright with this, because I really wanna suck you off.”

Chris does absolutely not squeak. “Yeah, I’m – I’m alright with that.”

“Excellent,” Sebastian grins, feral and beautiful. Slowly, he runs his hands up Chris’s thighs until he reaches his belt, opening it quickly and efficiently. Chris lifts his hips a little so that Sebastian can pull down his slacks just enough to reveal the bulge of his erection, the tip, red and already wet, peaking out over the waistband. Sebastian let’s out a low whistle. He reaches up to press his palm to Chris’s dick through the fabric, squeezing lightly as if to get the measure of it.

Chris inhales sharply. Somehow, Sebastian looks even better from this angle than he had before, and he watches Sebastian’s every move with lidded eyes. “C’mon,” he murmurs, hoping he’s not overstepping.

Sebastian’s eyes snap up to his face, the look in his eyes is downright predatory. “You want it?” he asks, squeezing Chris again and licking his lips.

Chris can’t help but roll his eyes a little. “You know I do, Congressman.”

“Oh, that do it for you, huh?” Sebastian sounds amused, that cheeky twinkle appearing in his eyes again that gets Chris’s pulse racing.

“You do it for me,” Chris replies honestly, reaching down to card a hand through Sebastian’s hair. “I’ll admit it’s kind of hot that you’re in politics and have a lot of the same opinions as I do. But to be honest, if you’d been working at my local gardening center, I’d still have done a double take. You’re just really fucking gorgeous, Sebastian.”

Sebastian looks at him with big, round eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open. He swallows once, then licks his lips. Hoarsely, he asks, “How are you real?”

Before Chris has had a chance to reply, Sebastian is taking him out of his underwear, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, and taking him into his mouth. Chris groans loudly, his mind blanking out for a second at the exquisite feeling of Sebastian’s hot, wet mouth around his dick.

“Jesus, fuck.”

Sebastian pulls off for a moment, just long enough to mumble, “Language,” before he reapplies himself to his task.

Blinking through the haze of pleasure, Chris stares down at him. “Did you just..?”

Sebastian just moans around him, but his eyes are laughing. Chris can’t help it – he laughs too, out loud, the sound quickly turning into another moan when Sebastian takes him deeper still. He swallows him down, all the way into the back of his throat, making himself gag a little. Pulling back to gulp in a breath, Sebastian keeps his slick, red lips wrapped around the head, gently suckling while his hand grips him with the perfect amount of pressure as he strokes along Chris’s shaft.

Chris hopes he’s not overstepping when he brings his right hand to Sebastian’s head and slides his fingers in his thick, chestnut hair, tugging at it experimentally. If the sound Sebastian makes is anything to go by, he’s more than alright with that development. Chris curls his fingers, messing up Sebastian’s perfectly styled hair and reveling in the effect it has on him, the way it seems to make him sloppier, more desperate.

Sebastian lets him fall from his mouth for a moment to lap at his shaft, before mouthing at the base of it, burying his nose in the coarse hair there. Chris isn’t sure what it is about that particular gesture that hits him, but suddenly the urgency he feels intensifies threefold. He gives Sebastian’s hair an unsubtle tug, pulling him back down, and Sebastian happily lets himself be steered, taking Chris into his mouth once more and beginning to suck him off with renewed vigor.

Sebastian’s mouth is exquisite. Chris has never felt anything quite like it, and it’s not long before he’s a panting, delirious mess. “Oh god,” he breathes, “if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last long.”

Abruptly, Sebastian stops what he’s doing, looking up at him with slightly wild, dark eyes. A gossamer strand of saliva still connects his wet, reddened lips to Chris’s cock.

“I want you to fuck me.”

The words ring out loud and clear in the otherwise silent room, and Chris blows out a quick, steadying breath. He strokes Sebastian’s cheek, thumb trailing over his slightly puffy lower lip.

“You have no idea how much I want that,” Chris says regretfully. “No idea. But I wasn’t exactly anticipating this to happen today, if you know what I mean.”

Sebastian’s eyes light up. A moment later, he’s getting to his feet and hurrying towards the built-in cabinet near the window. Chris watches in confusion as Sebastian produces a black, leather gym bag and rummages around in there for a second, reemerging with a triumphant sound.  

“I’ve got stuff.” Sebastian sounds a little breathless as he holds up a packet of condoms and a small bottle of lube.

Chris grins, raising a single eyebrow.

“I’m a single, gay man,” Sebastian explains, rolling his eyes. “I do go out occasionally, you know. Plus I used to be a boy scout. Always be prepared, and all that.”

“Hey,” Chris says, holding up his hands. “I’m not judging.”

“You totally are,” Sebastian snorts. “You should stop that and fuck me instead. Deal?”

Oh, but Chris loves this. He loves the banter, the way the extreme sexual tension of just moments ago has shifted into something more lighthearted, though still undeniably charged. It’s been a while since he’s had anything more than a one night stand, and those typically leave little room for levity, in his experience. Usually, people are so preoccupied with the fact that they’re sleeping with Chris Evans, Captain America, and so desperate to please him, that it almost becomes a little off putting.

With Sebastian, there’s none of that. Yes, Sebastian’s clearly very attracted to him, but he doesn’t hesitate to crack a joke or make a smartass remark. Chris admires that kind of self-assuredness, that independence, if you will, while he also manages to make it clear how much he wants this.

How much he wants Chris. And the feeling, Chris thinks, as he slowly lets his eyes trail up and down Sebastian’s slightly disheveled form, his entirely mutual.

Purposely lowering his voice, Chris says, “Take off your shoes, socks and pants.”

A visible shiver runs through Sebastian at Chris’s commanding tone.

Chris smiles wolfishly. “That’s what I thought. Today please,” he adds when Sebastian doesn’t move immediately, just stands there like he’s frozen.

Sebastian jerks into action, going over to the desk where he puts down the supplies before turning back to face Chris. Slowly, he starts to toe off his shoes, which he kicks aside, followed by his socks. Chris watches intently as Sebastian’s hands drop to the buttons on his slacks, unbuttoning them one by one before hooking his thumbs in the waistband and pulling them down, past the modest swell of his ass. They fall to the floor and he steps out of them easily. Chris’s eyes glue themselves to the bulge in his dark grey briefs, where a wet spot has formed at the front. Next, he lets his gaze trail over Sebastian’s long legs, elegant and yet with firm, muscled thighs that Chris would love to feel wrapped around his waist one day. Or his head. He’s not picky.

Sebastian just stands there, letting himself be looked at, seemingly savoring the attention. Finally, he reaches up to loosen his tie, deftly pulling it off and dropping it. He starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, next, but Chris stops him after he’s opened the last one.

“That’s enough.” He goes to sit up a little straighter in his chair and beckons Sebastian closer. “Come here.”

Obeying beautifully, Sebastian walks over to him, but not before snatching the condoms and lube off the desk. He comes to stand in front of him, holding Chris’s eyes and waiting for further instructions.

“Take off your briefs.”

Sebastian lets out a shaky breath. Slowly, he slides his underwear down his legs and steps out of them. His dick isn’t too large, but it’s pretty, and makes Chris’s mouth water instantly. Reaching out, he puts his hands on Sebastian’s hips. He darts a quick glance up to his face to check if this is okay, when Sebastian just bites his lip as he looks down at him with a heated look in his slate grey eyes, Chris lowers his mouth over Sebastian’s cock.

He lets out a pleased little hum at the taste of him on his tongue, swiping it around the head to lap up the precome that’s gathered at the tip. Sebastian moans beautifully, hands resting on Chris’s shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle.

“Chris,” he breathes, letting his head fall backwards. Chris looks up at him through his lashes, marveling at how pretty Sebastian looks even from this unflattering angle. He bobs his head and sucks him off with relish, taking him down over and over, until Sebastian’s thighs start to tremble.

“Please.”

Chris pulls off with a wet sound. “Please what?” he asks, voice even rougher than it was moments before.

“I need –” Sebastian whimpers, hips jerking, and Chris thinks he knows exactly what he needs.

He sits back against the back rest and pats his lap. Sebastian takes the hint immediately and climbs on, straddling his thighs. His flushed, leaking cock presses against the front of Chris’s dress shirt, sure to leave a stain, but Chris couldn’t care less. He’s got a lap full of mostly naked Sebastian; he does not feel particularly worried about dry cleaning right now.

Chris allows himself a moment to take Sebastian in. With his flushed cheeks, and dark eyes, glossy with arousal, he’s breathtaking. His hair is mussed and his toned, tanned torso visible through the gap in his opened dress shirt. His cock is hard and flushed, the base surrounded by neatly trimmed pubic hair. Sebastian’s been biting his lips, it seems, because they look extra red – a little raw from the way his teeth have been worrying at them while Chris sucked him off. Needing to taste them more than he’s needed anything in a while, Chris leans in, wrapping an arm around Sebastian’s waist and pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss. He runs a hand along Sebastian’s long legs, which are remarkably smooth, like the rest of him. Sebastian balances a line between strong and elegant, and Chris is mesmerized by it.

“God, you’re stunning,” Chris rumbles, trailing a hand from the hollow of Sebastian’s neck all the way down his chest, abs, and then bypassing his cock to slide around to his backside. He grabs a handful of that small but perfectly formed ass and kneads it. Sebastian’s breath hitches, and Chris splays his hand over Sebastian’s tailbone before he deliberately dips his middle finger between his cheeks. When the tip of it brushes Sebastian’s smooth, tight hole, Sebastian gasps, his pupils dilating impossibly further until there’s barely anything left of the beautiful ocean blue of his irises. Their gazes lock while Chris gently teases at Sebastian’s hole with his finger, rubbing little circles there that don’t do a thing yet to loosen him up but that have Sebastian squirming in his lap nonetheless.

It takes approximately a minute of this before Sebastian breaks, whining in the back of his throat in a way that Chris is pretty sure is unintentional.

“What is it, baby?” The endearment is out before Chris can check himself, but the way Sebastian shivers against him shows he doesn’t exactly seem to mind it. “You need something?”

“Yes,” Sebastian breathes.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Want your fingers in me,” Sebastian answers instantly, though the way his voice trembles tells Chris it’s harder for him to say it than he’s trying to make it appear. “Please.”

“Anything you need, baby,” Chris assures him, leaning in to steal a kiss.

He takes the lube from Sebastian’s clenched fist, popping open the lid and reluctantly drawing his hand back from Sebastian’s ass to coat his fingers in the stuff. They’re back a moment later though, slick fingers rubbing over Sebastian’s hole with intent, before he starts to work the tip of his forefinger slowly inside. Sebastian sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as Chris slowly slides his finger in deeper, his mind bombarding him with signals of hot, tight, wet that go straight to his already rock-hard cock.

He can’t wait to be inside Sebastian, but first, he needs to make sure he does a thorough job opening him up. The last thing Chris wants to do is hurt him. In fact, he’s already ready to fight anyone who ever hurt Sebastian in the past or is planning to in the future, and he’s rather not have to kick his own ass.

“More,” Sebastian demands. His tongue darts out to lick his own lips, and Chris’s cock twitches at the sight. Lining up a second finger next to the first, he slowly presses it in as well, carefully stretching Sebastian’s tight entrance, readying it for his cock. Just that thought alone is enough to make Chris’s brain short-circuit for a second. Sebastian rests his forehead against Chris’s, his breathing picking up, but it doesn’t sound like he’s uncomfortable. So Chris doesn’t stop, instead slightly spreading his fingers to gently pry him open further.

“You’ve got – big fingers,” Sebastian pants, rocking back on them just a little.

“Sorry,” Chris says guiltily.

“No – ah. That’s, that’s really not a bad thing.”

Chris smirks. “I see. You want more?”

“Yes, please,” Sebastian breathes, the last word fading into a moan when Chris adds a third finger to the first two.

“There’s a good boy,” Chris says, kissing Sebastian’s cheek almost sweetly. “Asking for it so nicely.”

Sebastian sighs contently, melting a little further against him. Slowly, Chris starts to slide his fingers in and out while Sebastian’s fingers dig hard into Chris’s biceps. Since Chris knows sometimes the discomfort of the initial stretch can cause an erection to flag, he brings his left hand to Sebastian’s cock to stroke it tightly, just until Sebastian’s eyelids start fluttering from pleasure instead of tension.

Chris keeps him on the edge for a while, aware that he’s probably done enough to prepare him, but unable to stop staring at Sebastian, where he’s open and wanton and beautiful in his lap. It’s only when Sebastian whimpers and buries his face in Chris’s neck, breath hot and moist on his skin, that Chris remembers he’s working towards something here.

“Shhh,” he coos, rubbing Sebastian’s smooth back with his free hand. “It’s alright. I’m gonna give you what you need, okay?”

Sebastian nods shakily, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Chris’s throat.

“Please,” he pleads, somewhere between sweetly and desperately, and Chris’s heart does a funny thing inside his chest. He has to kiss Sebastian again then, deep and slow and consuming, swallowing his beautiful moans as he crooks his fingers inside of him to makes him cry out softly into his mouth.

Finally, Chris makes himself pull back, pulling out his fingers and wiping them on the bottom of his own shirt.

“Okay,” he says, feeling a little unmoored and shaky himself. “Alright, stand up for me, honey.”

Sebastian does, climbing off Chris’s lap, and standing there on slightly unsteady legs, like a baby deer, waiting to be told what to do next.

“Take off the shirt and bend over the desk.”

It’s an order, but Chris watches Sebastian’s face carefully so see his reaction, ready to propose something else if he isn’t comfortable with this. He needn’t have worried. Sebastian instantly turns around, all but ripping off his shirt and then pushing aside some of the papers on his desk before bending over it. He keeps his legs straight, making his ass stick up in the air a bit as he presents himself for Chris’s hungry gaze.

For a moment, Chris can’t believe his luck. He came here today with a purpose; to work on his project, his brain child that he cares about a lot, and it had gone well, and that was all Chris has hoped for from today. To find himself in this position now, with the most attractive man he’s ever seen laid out before him like some sort of fata morgana, patiently waiting for Chris to fuck him stupid, that’s something he could never have anticipated. It’s better than anything he could have dreamed up.

“Jesus,” he says out loud, too caught up in his feelings to have much of a brain to mouth filter left. “I can’t believe I got this lucky. Look at you.”  

“Chris,” Sebastian says, sounding a little impatient now. Which makes sense, considering he’s naked in his office on Capitol Hill, draped over his own desk, while some actor guy with his pants open watches him from a chair.

Chris shakes himself and finally gets up. Taking off his suit jacket, he drapes it over the back of the chair, and calmly turns around. He walks closer but still doesn’t touch Sebastian, just stops a few feet away. Something tells him that despite Sebastian’s impatience, he probably quite likes being on display like this. Feeling bold, Chris decides to take it a step further and test him a little.

“Show me,” he says.

Sebastian goes still. “What?”

“You heard me,” Chris repeats calmly. “Show me.”

Chris thinks he hears Sebastian murmur a curse, but then he lifts his arms and brings them to his ass, grabbing his cheeks and parting them, spreading himself open for Chris’s inspection. Chris can’t help the soft groan that escapes him at the sight. Reaching out, he smooths his palm over Sebastian’s lower back, then over the curve at the top of his ass, thumbing him open a little bit further.

“Fuck, that’s pretty.”

And it is. Sebastian’s pink hole is wet and slightly relaxed with how long Chris just spent fingering him. It makes Chris’s mouth water. He briefly entertains the thought of eating him out, but then Sebastian makes another impatient noise, wiggling his ass a little.

“Come on,” he pleads. “Do it, Chris. Just- please.”

A new wave of arousal washes through him, fast and strong, making him feel a little lightheaded.

“Okay, yes, I’m – Fuck. Just one second.” Chris doubles back for the lube, then grabs a condom and prepares himself as quickly as he can with his shaky, fumbling fingers. He positions himself behind Sebastian, his clothed thighs pressing into the back of Sebastian’s bare ones. With his left hand, he grips Sebastian’s hip as the other lines up his cock, resting the tip against his entrance.

“Please,” Sebastian repeats, sounding more desperate than ever, and then Chris is pushing forward, slowly sliding into the warm, welcoming heat of Sebastian’s body.

He grits his teeth to stop himself from moaning too loudly. Despite the thorough preparation, Chris’s brain whites out for a minute at how tight Sebastian feels around him because of his muscles clenching instinctively at the intrusion. Sebastian is making aborted little noises that could be pleasure or pain, and once Chris’s brain comes back online enough to register them, he leans down over Sebastian’s back to press a kiss to his spine as he fully bottoms out. He stays there for a moment, trying to keep his breathing even and kissing up on Sebastian some more in an attempt to distract or comfort him, whatever it is he needs.

But it must not be as bad as Chris thought, because it’s only a couple of seconds before Sebastian starts to push back against him.

“I’m good,” he says hoarsely, “you can move now.”

“Oh, thank god,” Chris sighs. He pushes himself back up to his full height and draws out a few inches, groaning at the drag of Sebastian’s inner walls around his cock before pushing back in. He means to go slow, to let Sebastian adjust, but it feels so good that he can’t help but slide in deep and stay there for a moment, drawing tight little circles with his hips that have Sebastian shuddering below him.

Unable to help himself, Chris pulls back and snaps his hips forward again forcefully, burying himself deeper into Sebastian’s welcoming heat. Judging by the sound Sebastian lets out, he does not mind. In fact, as Chris starts pumping his hips and driving into Sebastian over and over again, Sebastian starts to become louder and louder, moans and curses falling freely from his lips.

Chris adores every single sound Sebastian makes as he lays into him, but part of him is still conscious of the fact that they’re at Sebastian’s place of work. The door may be locked – at least, he hopes it is – but he doubts the room is soundproof, and he’d never forgive himself if their little tryst ended up jeopardizing Sebastian’s job or reputation in any way. Since Sebastian doesn’t respond to Chris’s pleas to keep it down, Chris doesn’t see any other option than to bend forward and put his hand over Sebastian’s mouth, muffling his cries.

“I’m sorry,” he says, genuinely regretful. “If we’d been somewhere private I’d’ve let you be as loud as you want, sweetheart. But this is your office. We don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?”

Sebastian moans in a way that Chris thinks could mean that he in fact does want everyone to hear them, but while that may be true in the moment, Chris is pretty sure Sebastian would regret it hugely after everything was said and done and the whole wing knew of their sexcapades. So he keeps his hand where it is, even if it impedes his freedom of movement a bit.

When he feels Sebastian lick at his palm, Chris’s first thought is he’s just being a brat, but when he does it again, Chris takes the hint. He takes his hand off Sebastian’s mouth and puts his fingers to his lips. Sebastian immediately takes them into his mouth, lips closing around them as he suckles them like he’d sucked on Chris’s dick before, making content little noises.

“Oh, baby,” Chris groans, rolling his hips again as he feeds Sebastian his cock and his fingers at the same time. “You just needed something to suck on, huh? Being fucked not enough for you? You wish you had my cock in your mouth, too?”

Sebastian whines around his fingers, and Chris rewards him with an extra forceful thrust that has Sebastian scrambling for purchase on the edges of his desk.

Just so he can draw this out as long as he can, Chris takes it down a notch, slowing until he’s just leisurely sliding in and out, making his strokes long and deep and getting Sebastian to sigh in pleasure below him. Part of Chris wishes he could just stop time right here, stay suspended in this moment in time forever, buried inside in the most stunning man he’s ever had. Not that he’s had all that many men. He’s definitely bisexual, but he tends to lean towards women a little bit more – at least, he thought he did.

Being here now, with Sebastian, he genuinely can’t imagine wanting anything else ever again. Which is… something to be examined closer when he’s not balls deep, perhaps. To stop his mind from overthinking, Chris changes their positions, pulling his fingers from Sebastian’s mouth and ignoring his protests. He pulls him upright by the shoulders, plastering his clothed chest to Sebastian’s naked back.

“Oh,” Sebastian breathes, lifting his hands to grab at the arm that Chris wraps around his chest.

Chris buries his face in Sebastian’s neck, dragging his lips and beard over the sensitive skin until Sebastian is squirming against him. Chris groans in Sebastian’s ear, tongue darting out to lick around the shell.

“You feel so good around me, sugar,” he praises, free hand dropping down to press Sebastian’s leaking erection against his belly. “You feeling good, too?”

Sebastian shudders against him, clearly torn between whether to press back or push forward into Chris’s hand. “Please, please, can I-”

Chris hums, shaking his head. “Sorry, honey. Not yet.” He slides his hand down from Sebastian’s clavicle to his pectoral, flicking experimentally at his left nipple with his thumb.

“No, no, unnghh,” Sebastian moans, letting his head fall back against Chris’s shoulders.

“Ohh,” Chris chuckles, charmed. “Sensitive, huh? How’s it feel when I touch ‘em? Feel good?” Not waiting for Sebastian’s reply, Chris takes the hard little nub between his thumb and forefinger and tweaks it lightly.

“Oh fuck,” Sebastian curses, jolting like he’s electrocuted, before panting, “Do that again.”

Chris doesn’t have it in him to deny Sebastian anything right now, so he repeats the movement and tries not to come on the spot from the way Sebastian’s ass tightens around him when he does. In his experience, most guys’ nipples aren’t all that sensitive, but from Sebastian’s reactions, is sure seems like he’s a nipple kinda guy. Which works out perfectly, because Chris is too. He’s already dying to suck on them sometime, scrape his beard over them, worry them between his teeth and find out how far he can work Sebastian up just from playing with his pretty nipples.

When Sebastian whimpers and sighs, yes, please, yes, Chris realizes he’s said all that out loud. And even though this might just be sex-drunk ramblings, Chris’s heart leaps at the implication that there might be a next time.

Keeping up a steady pace, Chris continues to fuck into Sebastian from behind while he rubs and pinches at his chest. He relishes the high-pitched noises that fall from Sebastian’s lips seemingly without conscious thought: he’s lost in it, just like Chris is lost in him, and it feels so fucking good.

Finally, when he feels the tell-tale tightening in his balls, Chris almost reluctantly pushes Sebastian away from him, down onto the table. He’s loath to let go of him, would much rather keep him close, but he’s conscious that he’s not hitting the spot in that position, and he wants to make this as good for Sebastian as he possibly can.

With a hand on his lower back, Chris presses Sebastian down as he starts to finally give it to him properly, pulling almost all the way out on every stroke before plunging back in. He chances a look down, mesmerized at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of Sebastian’s hole, which hungrily draws him in over and over again. There’s something almost obscene about the fact that Chris is still fully clothed, just his dick out, while Sebastian is gloriously naked, unabashed and wanton, letting himself be taken.

“Oh Jesus,” Chris pants, crazy with it, his body feeling loose and too-tight at the same time. “You’re so fucking hot, you’ve got no idea. Driving outta my fucking mind, sweetheart, Christ.”

“Harder,” Sebastian pleads, trying to muffle his cries in his own forearm. “Fuck me harder, c’mon.”

A haze comes over Chris’s brain, the only thing he can see and feel being Sebastian and the buzz in  his veins, the pleasure coiling in his gut, so close to release. He grabs Sebastian’s hips and pulls him back against him every time he fucks into him, and suddenly, Sebastian’s moans change. They become higher and breathier, littered with aborted curses, and Chris knows he’s hitting the spot.

“Like that, baby? You like it like that?” Chris doesn’t care that he probably sounds like a bad porno right now, his entire consciousness filled with the scent of arousal in the air and the slick, filthy sounds of their bodies joining mixed with obscene moans.

Sebastian isn’t much better, anyway, keeping up a near constant litany of Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, in time with his beautiful, naked body being shoved up and down the table with every forceful thrust of Chris’s hips.

“Oh god,” Sebastian gasps suddenly. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come.”

“You’re – like this?” Chris asks incredulously. “You don’t need me to-?“

“I need you to keep going,” Sebastian groans. “Just like this, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Yes, sir,” Chris grits out. Truth be told, he doesn’t think he could stop now even if he wanted to. He’s so close.

Sebastian seems to finally have lost the capacity for speech altogether, the little breathless ah, ah, ah, sounds that Chris punches out of him the only thing he can manage.

“I’m guh-” Sebastian tries futilely, but he doesn’t get further than that.

“Now,” Chris orders, aiming another trust right into Sebastian’s prostate and grinding down on it, his hips flush with Sebastian’s ass. “Come for me, do it.”

And Sebastian does. He keens, body seizing up, clenching tightly around Chris’s cock. Chris’s hips stutter, wanting to keep thrusting, but it’s too much. Before Sebastian has even finished, Chris’s orgasm slams into him like a freight train. He comes with a long, drawn out moan, losing all sense of place or time as waves of pleasure wash over him, cock pulsing as he fills up the condom with his release.

Chris isn’t proud of it, but he more or less collapses onto Sebastian’s back when he starts to come down, his heaving, dress shirt-clad chest against Sebastian’s sweat-damp back. Chris presses his lips to Sebastian’s shoulder blade, panting against his skin as he catches his breath for a good few minutes.

Finally, his softening dick slips out, and Chris is forced to get up. “Give me one second,” he murmurs, looking around and spotting a box of tissues that’s fallen to the floor. He quickly removes and ties off the condom, wrapping it in a tissue and tossing it in the trashcan, along with the one he uses to clean himself. Next, he tucks himself back into his pants and zips them up, before he grabs another hand full of tissues. He cleans Sebastian up carefully, mindful not to be too rough with his undoubtedly sensitive, softening cock.

“You okay?” Chris whispers, gently stroking the slight curve of Sebastian’s hip.

Sebastian just hums in reply, not showing any inclination to get up of his own accord. He seems pretty out of it, honestly, so Chris helps him up and then guides them both to sit down in the chair again. He pulls Sebastian into his lap, against his chest, the contrast between their states of dress even starker now than it was before. Somehow, Chris is a little moved by it, by how much Sebastian seems to trust him, even if he barely knows him. It makes him tighten his grip instinctively, murmuring praise and endearments into Sebastian’s hair as Sebastian’s head lolls back against Chris’s shoulder.

After a few minutes, Sebastian starts to stir, blinking open his eyes and shivering a little. Chris pulls him closer still, rubbing his hands over Sebastian’s arms and legs in an attempt to warm him up a little.

“You with me again?” Chris asks quietly, lips brushing Sebastian’s ear.

Sebastian swallows, then gives a short nod. “Yeah.” His voice comes out thick, so he clears his throat. “I’m- I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to let myself go quite so much.”

He sounds embarrassed, and Chris won’t stand for that.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” He grabs Sebastian’s chin, turning his face so he can pull him into a kiss. It’s soft, sweet, without much intent, and Sebastian hums into it. “You were perfect,” Chris praises as he pulls away. “You are perfect.”

Despite the fact that he’s been naked all this time, this is what makes Sebastian blush, and Chris watches the color appear in his cheeks with delight, chasing it with his lips and nuzzling Sebastian’s hot cheeks.

“You’re pretty fucking amazing yourself,” Sebastian breathes. He turns into Chris further, lifting a hand to run it first through Chris’s beard and then his hair, tugging him down for another kiss. This one is slower, deeper, and Chris lets himself melt into it.

“I couldn’t believe my luck when you looked at me like that, earlier,” Sebastian confesses, speaking against Chris's lips. “Never woulda thought you’d have been into guys, let alone that you’d be like this.”

He doesn’t have to specify what he means by that, because Chris understands. He never thought Sebastian would’ve been like that, either.

Chris gives a small shrug. “Yeah, I’m bisexual, but I don’t flaunt it. ‘Cause, you know – Hollywood.”

Sebastian hums. “Yeah, I do know,” he says, before adding, “Capitol Hill,” by way of explanation.

A giggle bubbles up inside of Chris that he can’t quite stop in time.

When Sebastian raises an eyebrow at him in question, Chris blurts out, “We just fucked on Capitol Hill.”

Sebastian laughs, bright and happy, resting his forehead against Chris’s. “We sure did, sweetheart.”

He probably shouldn’t push his luck, but Chris has never been very good at keeping his feelings do himself. Before he can question it too much, he says, “So, I know it’s all backwards, but… I’d love to take you out for dinner. If – if you want.”

A sweet, fond smile spreads over Sebastian’s face. “Well, as it happens, I could really go for a burger and a beer, right about now.”

Chris groans, squeezing Sebastian’s waist. “If only you could be naked for the whole thing, and it would be perfect.”

Sebastian laughs. “Maybe on our second date. If you’re lucky.”

It Chris crosses his fingers behind Sebastian’s back, no one needs to know.

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[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 15

~*~Emma*~*

Sebastian was totally asleep before me.

The movie couldn't have been at the five minute mark when he was out. I remember him saying his mom had him up early moving boxes and we were out very late the night before. I wasn't offended. He was tired. Besides, I liked curling up against him and letting myself drift off.

Once I fell asleep I didn't wake up until morning. I'd fallen asleep curled up next to him and awakened draped over him. I lay there enjoying the feel of him for several minutes before my bladder insisted I get up. If he wouldn't have woken by the time coffee was ready I would have woke him. It made me smile to watch him stretching. He came over to the breakfast bar rubbing his face and looking like a rumbled little boy.

Sebastian took the cup I offered and I walked around the breakfast bar to sit beside him. He took a sip and looked over, "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you."

I smiled, "Don't think another thing about it."

He laughed, "Ok, that is the most Southern thing you've said. Pretty sure I heard your accent kick in too."

"I always have an accent." I'd never had a heavy southern accent and years in New York had lessened the slight residual twang.

Sebastian bobbled his head side to side, "Yeah, so do I. Sometimes more than others. I’ve been in Atlanta enough to know what to listen for. I've been waiting. I love southern accents."

I smirked as I brought the cup to my lips, "You'll have to get me drunk."

He snorted a laugh, "Gladly. What's the rest of your weekend look like?"

"Sundays my rest day." I went on with the question which had been lingering in my mind. "When are you heading back home?"

"My place or mom's?"

"I meant your place." He already knew this. He was playing with me. Good.

Sebastian turned the stool to face me, lacing his fingers in front of him. "I was supposed to be on a train now. I changed my plans yesterday. See, I met this woman I wanted to get to know better" He grinned sheepishly, "and felt guilty for bailing on helping my parents. So sometime tomorrow?" He leaned back to pull out his phone, "I think for the second day in a row my mom's texts have woke me up."

I grimaced with a chuckle, "Are you in trouble for staying out all night without calling home?"

"I’m sixteen all over again." He went into his messaging app and scrolled down a little. He took turns looking at his phone then me, telling me what the text said. "Asking what time I’d be home this morning. Twice. Admonishing me for staying gone all day. And night. Long one about her understanding I wanted to see you, but I was here to help and leaving this morning." He looked confused and scrolled further back, "I know I sent her my change of plans.” He tapped the screen when he found the text. He spoke out loud as he typed, "I'll be home soon. Check earlier texts. Not leaving yet. Today is yours. Love you." He set his phone on the counter.

"Sorry I got you in trouble."

"There's been a lot of apologizing for an innocent night sleeping on a couch." We both laughed. Even harder when his phone buzzed with a text. He looked down, "She's sorry she missed the text and I should bring you with me."

"Helping out is the least I can do." I spoke before thinking, "I understand if you don't want that."

"Wouldn't have said it out loud if I wasn't good."

I was feeling self-conscious. I hadn't invited myself, but it felt kinda like I had. Going to his parents to help move was a weird thing to do. But hell, what hadn't been weird. Nine-hour date, yoga class, line dancing, and falling asleep. All with no kissing. On second thought, helping move his parents into their house fit perfectly with the last two days.

"I need, like seven minutes."

He smiled, "I'll have another cup of coffee."

I ran upstairs to take the world's fastest shower, wash my face, brush my teeth, and change clothes. I put on shorts and t-shirt before pulling my hair into a ponytail. I skipped down the stairs, "Ready."

Sebastian looked at me then his phone, "Wow, that was under seven."

We met behind the chair. I rubbed his bicep, "Didn't want to get you in more trouble."

"Worth it." He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around me in a soft hug. Close to my ear he said, "You smell amazing. What do you wear?"

"Prada Candy.”  His breath against my ear was almost more than I could manage. His beard scraped my shoulder near my neck and I felt a shiver.

Sebastian must have noticed. He pulled me in tight again, just long enough for me to memorize how pressed against him felt. The hard wall of his chest, tightness of his stomach, and the strength in his arms.

He groaned, "We better go." He moved away, grabbing my hand as we headed out the door. In the car he unlocked his phone and handed it to me. "Text mom we're on our way."

I snickered a little when I took the phone. A few seconds after I hit send it vibrated with a response.

Mom ~ Is Emma coming with you?

Seb ~ Yes. This is Emma. He's driving.

Mom  ~ Wonderful. Have you eaten?

Seb ~ No. Do you want us to pick up something? I know a great bakery.

Mom ~ That would be great. Thank you. Looking forward to meeting you.

Seb ~ You too

I looked up from his phone to see where we were. "We need to take a right at the next light. I offered to pick up breakfast."

Sebastian shook his head with a smile, "Oh... she's going to like you."

"I'm very parent friendly. Although, I've never done the parent thing on day three."

"Me either. First time for everything."

Today was starting out as unique as the last two days. I didn't mind. It was exciting and calm all in one. Exciting because I didn't know what was coming next. Calm because I didn't care. Being with him felt very natural. It reminds me of when I met my best friend, Angie, Eli's wife. We never did small talk. We just clicked and started having these real conversations and joking around like we'd known each other for years. We didn't dump all our secrets, like Sebastian and I hadn't, and there were still those apprehensive moments, but we felt safe enough to just talk.

I feel that safety with Sebastian. The 'does he like me' feeling seemed to be all about the failed first date kiss. It wasn't there at the restaurant and was gone at the gym. Several times I've felt something was surreal. Most recently texting his mother. Bizarre, yet somehow perfectly normal.

What is bizarre and not normal is the continued lack of kissing. Unless I'm reading things really really wrong it doesn't make sense. I'm taking breakfast to his parents’ house after he spent the night sleeping with me on the couch, for fuck’s sake. Then there's the interesting bit about him delaying going home for two days. I don't feel comfortable initiating a kiss. Too many questions about what went wrong the first time. Not a fear of rejection, but a fear he backed off for a reason. If that's some sort of boundary for him, I have no right to push. I do have the right to ask though.

We arrived at his parents’ house with an obscene amount of breakfast baked goods. Mini quiches, muffins, pastries, and bagels. I had to smack his hands to keep him out of the box. This is becoming a thing with us. I’d smacked his hands at the festival too. I can think of a list of things he could do that would not result in my smacking his hands away. Probably not the best thoughts to have as we're pulling in the driveway.

Sebastian was to my side of the SUV before I could get out. He took the box and my hand before heading to the side door. "Mom's Georgeta. Step Dad is Anthony."

I looked horrified, "I can’t use their first names."

Sebastian smiled, "I dare you to try anything else."

He let go of my hand to open the door, holding the box above his head to allow me to pass. "We're here."

A voice came back, "Kitchen, Sebastian."

He took my hand again and lead the way. His parents were sitting at a table in a sunny breakfast area that over looked the deck and pool. The view looked incredible and I wanted to spend some time out there today.

When they saw me behind him they stood and came over to greet me. His mom reached me first, "Emma, so nice to meet you. I'm Georgeta and this is Anthony."

Sebastian said something in what I assumed was Romanian. Georgeta patted my hand, "Of course you should call us by our first names."

I narrowed my eyes at Sebastian and waited while he and his mother had a chat. I looked at Anthony, "Do you speak Romanian?"

His smile was friendly and reached his brown eyes, "Just enough."

Sebastian had put the box on the table and came back to me, "I was explaining you're from the south where things are proper."

I nodded, "When I first came to New York a server got angry with me for using ma'am and thanking her."

Georgeta looked at me, "If you'd rather.."

I interrupted by shaking my head, "No, it’s whatever you’re comfortable with."

"Georgeta it is." She said something to Sebastian that made him smile.

He leaned in and whispered, "She said you're very sweet." He started to move away, but reversed to hug me. He whispered in my ear, "I think so too." He held on a few seconds longer before letting me go and moving to the table.

I had to stifle a groan and get my shit together fast. I'm having breakfast with the parents, but shit, today is apparently hugging day and his voice went straight to my spine and sent a shock out in every direction.

Thankfully my breakfast contribution was a big hit. Sebastian nodded toward me, "Emma knew the house when I told her where it was."

His mother looked at him then me.

"It's been empty for a long time. The family that lived here had inherited it from their grandparents. When their daughter got married she moved to Colorado or Arizona. I can’t recall which. The parents followed when the grand babies were born. Took awhile for them to decide to sell. The community was happy there’s be new people to love it."

Anthony spoke up, "The agent told us the house had been well loved." He put his hand on his wife's arm, "And now it's littered with boxes."

Sebastian clapped his hands together, "We're all yours. What do want us to do?"

I jumped in, "I’m a great organizer."

Georgeta showed me the guest bathroom and linen closet while she sent Sebastian for boxes. She was going to work on the guest bedroom across the hall. If I had any questions she'd be right there.

She waved her hand around the bathroom, "I'm not fussy."

Sebastian walked up with a stack of boxes, "Mom just wants things out of boxes and put away."

I understood too well. I moved from the city to an apartment to my condo in under a year. "You never know where things go until you've used the space for a while."

His mom nodded, "Exactly."

"There's about four more. I'll be back."

By the time Sebastian had brought all the boxes I was sitting on the floor putting things under the sink. He squatted down next to me and brushed a lock of hair behind me ear, "You ok with this?"

"Sure." His mom said something in Romanian that made him roll his eyes. "What did she say?"

"Something about work before play."

I laughed, "Better get to it before you get grounded."

He cringed, "Yeah, that would be bad." He put his hand on my head and pushed himself up. "See you in a bit."

I really was good at organizing. There's not a lot of storage in a classroom, but there's a lot of things to store. When I finished in the bathroom I went across the hall. "I’m about to start on the linen closet. Anything I can help you with?"

"Help making the bed would be nice."

I went to the far side of the room where the bed linens were stacked. I found the mattress pad and started shaking it out over the bed. "Sebastian said you teach music. Are you going to offer lessons here?"

"Mmm, probably. I was thinking to retire, but I know I' II start to miss teaching. You understand."

Onto the fitted sheet, "I love summer break, but I start to crave the structure and want to get to know my new kids. My parents wanted us, my sister and I, to take piano lessons. I wanted to play volleyball."

"It's never too late. Are you musical at all?"

I nodded, "I can play guitar. Had lessons every day for over a year. At least an hour of practice on top of that."

"Were you playing volley all too?"

"Yes. It was my senior year. I had volleyball practice after school. Homework before dinner and then guitar lessons and practice. Playing was my zen, how I relaxed. I know this is weird, but I liked struggling with a new chord or a new part of a song. I needed to learn to push through the frustration to get to success."

Georgeta laughed, "You'd be a good student. I like ones who got angry instead of defeated. They push until they beat what was in their way."

We finished with the duvet and pillows. She lifted a frame off a dresser and handed it to me. The frame was a beautiful blue scroll work. It took a moment for me to focus on the picture, "Is that Sebastian?" She nodded. "He’s so little and the water is gorgeous." Sebastian couldn’t have been older than three.

"The sea wasn't so far from our apartment. His grandparents would take him there for some fresh air and to play. No one had much then. I think Sebastian is in his head so much because he grew up trying to anticipate what was coming next. Even a child can feel the chaos and despair."

"He hasn’t talked much about then. I haven't really seen the overthinking."

"He's worked hard to let the waves roll over him. I'm proud of him. You'll meet the stuck in his head overthinking soon enough."

"With any luck." My eyes went wide when I realized what I'd said.

She laughed, "I hope you're both lucky."

I looked toward the door, "I'm going to start on the linen closet."

"Thank you for your help. I'll head to the kitchen."

Filling up a linen closet is a lot like Tetris. Only without the time element and you can move the pieces. I was stretching up to put tablecloths on the top shelf when Sebastian snuck up on me. I felt a hand on my back and a voice say," Hey."

I jumped and screamed, "Shit!" The table clothes rained down on our heads.

"Oh shit, I’m sorry."

He would have been more believable had he not been laughing.

I spun around and found myself in his arms. He put a hand on my head and held it to his chest. "I didn't mean to scare you." His chest shook with suppressed laughter.

I held onto his back. His muscles were stretched with his arms around me. I slid my hands down either side of his spine and let them rest on the sides of his hips. It was that or grab his ass. I was so very tempted. "I startle easy."

Sebastian snickered, "I can tell." He took a step back, taking my hands, "I wondered if you needed some help."

I looked at the scattered fabric at our feet, "I do now."

He gritted his teeth and shook his head, "I suck at folding."

I bent down to pick up one, "I'll fold you put up."

"I can do that."

After giving him the first one I paused to watch him stretch. The muscle definition in his arms and torso was fascinating. The second time I put my hand on the back of his shoulder to feel the movement. Sebastian didn't seem to mind. The last one I put my hand on his shoulder and walked past, dragging my hand diagonally to trail off his waist. His stomach jumped a little with the slight contact. I drifted toward the guest room, "Your mom showed me a picture of you."

"How embarrassed should I be?"

"Not at all you're playing on the beach. She said it wasn't far from your apartment." I led him to the picture.

He picked it up and stared at it a long time. I was afraid this was a mistake, but his mouth started to turn up in a smile and his blue eyes twinkled. "This was a good day."

"You were awfully young. What do you remember?"

"Not much. I don't remember what was going on. Just that we went to the sea. It was warm and sunny. I remember it being a happy day."

“It's beautiful."

He nodded, "The beach always felt like a different word. In Constanta everything was controlled. Curfew, food we were allowed, heat and electricity were all controlled by the government. We never knew what we would have from day to day. At the beach it was the same not knowing what you were gonna get, but it wasn't a regime dictating. It was the phase of moon. It was natural. I was happiest watching the water, it turned to a love of tides and the moon, and then I became a space nerd." He pointed at the picture and looked at me, "This was a good day, a beginning.”

"Thanks for sharing it with me."

He nodded with a sweet soft smile. “Besides seeing if you needed help I was coming to get you. Mom wants organization help in the kitchen."

"What are you doing?"

"Moving boxes to the kitchen and helping dad with the family room."

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[alightsaberinthenight]

I finally got caught up on Shadowhunters and wanted to take a moment to write down where I think or hope session 2b will go. Keep in mind I have read all the books so there will be spoilers.  

Valentine is captured and the clave is celebrating. Those in charge pretty much have the attitude that the war is won and all that is left is the cleanup and finding the sword, which they are more than willing to use creative measures to get out of Valentine.

Some version of the Seelie court scene reveals the truth that Clary and Jace are not actually siblings. Clary’s pissed that he didn’t tell her earlier, Simon’s upset that now that Jace is back in the picture romantically, but more than that the revelation leaves two big questions for the group: If jace isn’t Michael Wayland’s son, and he’s not Valentine’s, then who is he? And what ever happened to the real Johnathan Morgenstern, the real boy with demon blood?

The inquisitor comes back to get onto Jace, perhaps because he activated the sword or, more likely, because he let the sword disappear. He explains that he thought he was destroying it but since they don’t have the sword to compel the truth, Imogen refuses to believe a word he says. In short, I just want a chance for her to be a complete cunt to him like she was in the book.  

The shadowhunters of the NY institute were decimated in the battle with Valentine so the show has the perfect excuse to introduce more characters as the clave transfers more people there to replenish the numbers. That’s probably the excuse they will use to bring in Sabastian.

I want to see him integrate so perfectly with the group that no one ever suspects him of anything. Play up the friendship Will and Dom already share and make Seb and Jace become easy friends. Seb calls him Angel boy teasingly. Have them become not quite parabatai close, but enough that Alec is definitely feeling a little neglected, especially since Magnus is busier then normal in his role as high warlock trying to clean up Iris’s mess. It could also set the stage for the Dark Parabatai plot line if they want to go down that road eventually.

The clave doesn’t trust Jace and the gang because of all the times they have broken the rules, so have Sabastian be the sixth ranger. The new member of the team that is in good standing enough to run interference.

Once the clave gets their head out of their asses about Demon boy being a threat, I want them to put Sebastian in charge of hunting him.  Have Sebastian send them in circles so expertly they think they are going somewhere while in reality they are just running circles.

One other character I hope we get to see is Amatis, Luke’s sister.

Clary doesn’t trust her at first because the last time she trusted someone just because they were Luke’s sister, it came back to bite them in the ass. That changes over time, especially when she is one of the only ‘grown up’ that is willing to help them with finding Demon boy and Jace’s family.

They could even have her and Luke reconcile while dealing with whatever happens to Cleo, whom I think is going to be forced to go through some form of Amatis’s Endarkened storyline from the books, which they have already kind of hinted at with Valentine’s experiments and what happened to Dot.

I would like to see Amatis as some sort of Shadowhunter detective; something to parallel Luke in a way. Maybe she even eventually becomes close to Clary almost like and Aunt or surrogate Mother now that the show killed Joselyn. Even if they don’t go that road, I would like to see her be something active rather than just the moping divorcee they made her in the books. Amatis was a great character but casserole dish didn’t give a role worthy of her.

On the other hand I do want Stephen to be a ghost this season—not an I see dead people kind of ghost—but a presence all the same. Have Amatis’s broken marriage mark be visible. Have Imogen take Sebastian under her wing because she sees in him everything her son could have would have been if Valentine hadn’t gotten his claws into him. Have Imogen and Amatis fight because she thinks that if only Amatis could have kept a hold of him, maybe she could have convinced Stephen to leave the circle when he realized what Valentine was up to. Which is shit, Amatis reminds her, because as much as she loved Stephen, he was a grown man and made his own choices.

Because I am a twisted little shit, I want Amatis to be the one to figure out who Jace really is. It wouldn’t be too hard especially if they made her a detective, all she would have to do is ask which pregnant women were close enough to Valentine that he could experiment on them. And which babies have disappeared. That would leave only one choice.

I want to see Imogen try to go from a complete terror to a doting grandmother the moment she hears the truth, because Jace’s reaction will be priceless. I want to see that relationship develop in a way the book never gave it a chance to.

At some point I would like to see at least parts of Stephen’s letter to Jace used as a voice over at the end of an episode.

Simon would be one of the only people to see that something was a little off about Sabastian but his concerns never come to much because he is dealing with all the vamps wanting to either kill him for being a daylighter or figure out how he did it. He only gets a little screen time with Sebastian.

I would like to see Simon and Izzy get a bit more screen time together. If they don’t want to go down the Sizzy road just yet, that’s fine but they could still explore the dynamic between them. Maybe Izzy is having a rougher time getting sober then she thought, and in a moment of desperation asks Simon for a bite. He remembers the taste of Jace’s blood and is tempted but refuses. Maybe he could be there for her, even if just as a friend, while she is there for him after he breaks up with Clary because she is in love with Jace.

Throughout the season Magnus keeps trying to place Madzie with a warlock family, someone to love and care for her but for whatever reason it doesn’t work. Maybe she’s too strong for them magically, maybe she just doesn’t fit, or maybe she finds a good family and something happens to them. Either way, I want her to stay on the show. That little girl is just too good of an actor (she’s only four!).

 I don’t think having Magnus and Alec adopt her outright at first is a good idea, them having just said ‘I love you,’ but I would love to see Magnus be like a godfather to her, teaching her magic on the weekends and the like. Eventually I would want it to be Alec to voice the idea of raising her. It would be a spur of the moment thing, something he hasn’t had time to talk himself out of, and they both knew Magnus was thinking on it.

Finally for the reveal of Seb, in the books he kills Max but I don’t think they will do that on the show, since it is owned by Disney. However I do think they will need a death to make it hella personal for the group. The most likely victim to me would be Maryse. She’s a character the audience knows and is a mother figure for a good chunk of the characters.

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[musette22]

If I Fell

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1571

A/N: Fic number four in my 700 followers celebration! I've been getting some requests for more character bleed Evanstan (similar to There's a Tavern in the Town) so here’s a short one! Hopefully one day I’ll be able to write something a bit longer. It got a liiittle bit angsty, but mostly it’s just fluff & boys being sweet❤️

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It’s a gray, rainy day. One of those days that would be gloomy, if it weren’t for the fact that Sebastian and Chris are perfectly content spending it huddled up together inside Sebastian’s SoHo apartment, lounging about in their PJ’s and ordering embarrassing amounts of take away. It’s been a while since they got to spend an entire day together, just doing nothing, and Sebastian is cherishing every minute.

He’d woken up this morning safely ensconced in the cocoon of Chris’ embrace, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, warm breath tickling the nape of his neck. Chris had roused slowly, humming contentedly as Sebastian burrowed even closer, hugging him close to his chest. Cuddles turned into kisses, which turned into sleepy fumblings under the covers, both of them luxuriating in the feeling of not having to rush for once. Nowhere to be, just a long, lazy day stretched out ahead of them.

Chris had taken his time with him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while he worked him leisurely, unhurried, slowly dragging the pleasure out of him until he’d felt it burst all the way from his toes to his lungs, catching in his throat as he spilled warmly over Chris’ tight fist. Then when they hit the shower together, Sebastian had sunk down to his knees, determined to make Chris feel just as good, just as loved and cherished.

After, Chris had cooked him breakfast – waffles and eggs and orange juice, the whole shebang. Chris isn’t exactly a gifted cook, but it still beat Sebastian’s meagre culinary efforts by a mile. They’ve mostly just been laying siege to Seb’s oversized but ridiculously comfy couch since then – Chris reading, and Sebastian working on one of his short stories. His latest one is more or less autobiographical, telling the story of a young boy living in Romania in the late 80s, during the time of the revolutions. Even after all these years, the events of his early youth still aren’t easy for Sebastian to talk about, so his therapist suggested he write about them instead. It’s been good to have Chris here for it. Just having him close helped; his big, solid body a reassuring presence on the couch beside him. And when Seb sometimes did need to talk, Chris listened patiently, clasping Sebastian’s hand in his, or just holding him close against his chest.

Sebastian still doesn’t know how he got so lucky. Sure, they’ve had their ups and downs since first getting together on the set of The First Avenger, drifted apart only to find each other again months, sometimes years later. But eventually, they came to realize they never quite felt whole without the other. They belong together, simple as that. They’re each other’s person, and Sebastian wouldn’t trade Chris for the world, no matter how tough it may be sometimes.

“You a little sleepy, baby?” Seb asks, when he sees Chris’ head snap up for the third time after he nodded off yet again. They’re watching a documentary on the Mars rover, but for once, space can’t seem to hold Chris’s attention.

Chris shakes his head like a dog, trying to wake himself up. “Lil bit,” he admits, before promptly breaking out into a huge yawn.

Seb chuckles. He picks up a pillow and puts it on his lap, patting it invitingly. “C’mere,” he orders. “This’ll be way more comfy. Just close your eyes for a second, yeah?”

With a grateful little smile, Chris pulls up his long legs onto the couch and lies down, nestling his head in Sebastian’s lap. As if they have a mind of their own, Sebastian’s hands immediately drift to Chris’ hair, fingers combing soothingly through the soft, light-brown strands.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Chris mumbles as he closes his eyes, and immediately conks out.

Sebastian smiles down at the sleeping beauty in his lap, gaze lingering on the features he loves so dearly, the laughter lines and worry lines alike all smoothed out by sleep. Chris is objectively beautiful, of course, but in Sebastian’s eyes, he’s just plain entrancing. Always has been.

Seb looks his fill, before finally turning his gaze back to the screen, settling in to finish the doc about the brave little Mars robot by himself.

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Some fifty minutes later, when the credits have rolled, Chris is still fast asleep.

“Baby,” Sebastian whispers.

Nothing.

“Chris,” he tries again, gently running his fingers through Chris’s hair again, scritching at his scalp. “Wake up, sweetheart. You gotta get up or you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Finally, Chris stirs, his eyelids fluttering as he drags himself into consciousness.

“Hmm,” he sighs, rubbing his nose into the pillow. “Wha’s it, Buck?”

Sebastian blinks.

Did – did Chris just call him Buck?

He frowns, brushing the hair off Chris forehead. “It’s Sebastian, baby,” he says softly. “Not Bucky.”  

A beat, and then Chris stiffens.

A few seconds tick by before Chris slowly turns his head, meeting Sebastian’s gaze almost reluctantly.

“I - I was dreaming…” he croaks, faltering. “It’s… I’m not – I’m sorry, I don’t know…”

He trails off, looking so lost, and Sebastian suddenly realizes what’s going on. He knows how much Chris has always identified with his Avengers’ character, how over the course of a decade, he’d come to see Steve as a friend, a part of himself, in a way.

How he misses him, now that he’s gone.

Or, not gone exactly, but Chris, at least, will never be getting into Steve Rogers’ skin again. He’s is still processing this, coming to terms with it, but Chris has told Seb that sometimes he still dreams he’s him. His perfect alter ego.

He’s never called Sebastian Bucky before, though. That part’s new. But since the most important person in Steve’s life is Bucky, and Bucky, in a way, is Sebastian, it figures things might get a little muddled in his head sometimes. In any case, Sebastian doesn’t mind. If it helps Chris cope, then he’s happy to go along with it.

“Shhh,” he murmurs, lifting his hand to Chris’s face, stroking his cheekbone with the back of his fingers as Chris looks up at him with big, pleading eyes that make Sebastian’s heart ache. “’S okay, Stevie. Been a long day, you fell asleep. Everything’s okay, I’m here.”

It takes a moment, but as soon as he understands what Sebastian’s doing, Chris’ face crumples.

“Bucky,” he gasps, almost a sob. ”You’re here.” He bodily curls into Sebastian, arms coming up to circle his waist as he buries his face in Seb’s sweater.

Sebastian’s heart does a curious thing then, where it breaks and swells at the same time, until it feels fit to burst. He feels Chris’ distress keenly and he’s overwhelmed by Chris’s absolute trust in him – the way he’s letting himself be utterly vulnerable, trusting Sebastian to take care of him.

God, he loves this man. Loves him so much, and he won’t let him down. Never again.

He makes soothing sounds as he rubs Chris’s heaving back in slow, calming circles, for as long as it takes until he feels his breathing slowly start to settle under his palm.

“That’s it,” he says, voice low and hushed. “We’re both here, Steve. I’m never leavin’ you again, you hear me? Ever.”

Chris shudders, sniffling against the soft fabric of Sebastian’s sweater, before taking a deep, slow breath. As he moves to sit up a little, Sebastian keeps his eyes fixed on Chris’ face, letting his own concern for Chris mingle with Bucky’s concern for Steve and finding that it still comes as easy as breathing. He wipes away the stray tears under Chris’ eyes with the pad of his thumb – then, out of habit, lets his fingers trail down Chris’s cheek, down to his lips.

With that touch, the air between them suddenly changes, turns tense in a way that’s familiar yet at the same time brand new. Sebastian swallows.

Lowering his chin a little, Chris blinks up at him through his stupidly long, wet lashes.

“Bucky,” he starts hesitantly, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I –” His voice cracks with emotion, and Sebastian thinks, oh. Oh, that’s how it is?

The nature of Steve and Bucky’s relationship has always been a question mark between them, something they’ve danced around since the first movie, without ever outright putting a label on it. Somehow, it felt like there was too much at stake. But it makes sense, Seb supposes. Always has, if he’s being honest.

Sebastian tilts his head, making no effort to contain the affection or desire in his eyes as he lets his gaze trail over Chris’s flushed features.

“Anyone ever tell you how pretty you are when you cry, Stevie?” he murmurs, slowly dragging his thumb over the soft, silky skin of Chris’ plush lower lip, noting the distinct hitch in Chris’ breath.

Chris’ eyes flutter closed. “Bucky,” he breathes again, lips brushing over Sebastian’s thumb, and then, once Sebastian’s eyes are on Chris’ mouth anyway, it’s the most natural thing in the world to lean in and kiss him.

It’s soft and sweet, and Sebastian smiles against Chris’ lips. “Been wanting to do that since forever, sweetheart.”

“I love you,” Chris sighs into his mouth, snaking his arms around Sebastian’s neck and pulling him back onto the couch with him.

This time, they don’t come up for air in a very long while.

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