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The worst part is having to sleep on the floor.

I mean, yeah, being chased by insane humans craving our flesh is kind of shit, but my back really hurts. Can we find some matresses or something? Please?

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TAGGING → Sebastian Smythe, Nick Duval

TIME FRAME → Tuesday

LOCATION → Sebastian’s Room 

NOTES → It’s fine, Love!

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

As soon as Nick entered the room, Sebastian’s eyes trained on him, wide and watery. “I’m in bed,” He called softly, voice weak and shaking. He was a bit breathless, still shaking with the tears. He hated the pity in the other boy’s voice, hated that he could break down like this, hating that he looked so weak. When Nick sat on the edge of the bed, Sebastian’s body curled against him like a moth to a flame, clinging to the boy out of sheer desperation for something real, alive, and comforting. The fingers of one hand twisted against the fabric on the side of Nick’s shirt, the other against the course cloth of his pants. He could feel the boy’s eyes searching his face and that only made it worse. A new fit of tears overtook Sebastian’s and he buried his face in Nick’s lap, trying to hide. “I-I didn’t wanna… others are hurt. I can’t look w-weak.” He stammered, his voice a bit muffled. “I’m s-sorry, Nicky.” 

When the painkillers were presented, Sebastian looked up at Nick with pleading eyes; he didn’t want to take them, not when there were so many others who were injured. But he had no choice, because he wasn’t going to make it like this. Nick’s voice was gentle, and his touch even softer as he helped him sit up. Sebastian let the pills drop slowly into his mouth before taking the water and nearly guzzling it all down in one gulp, his throat burning at the cool sting after going without for so long. He was panting when he put the bottle down in his lap, holding it tightly between his fingers. He gave a weak nod and pressed his hot head against the cool skin of Nick’s neck with a sigh. “Yeah…I guess.” He murmured. “I feel s-so sick, Nicky. I’m scared.” He paused, “Don’t… don’t tell anyone else that.” Sebastian added in a hoarse whisper. 

NICHOLAS DUVAL

He couldn't believe how much of a mess Sebastian was - Nick had theoretically known that his friend had very bad days sometimes, but he'd never actually witnessed a breakdown like this. It was a reminder that Sebastian was just as human as the rest of them, even if Nick had a tendency to place him on a bit of a pedestral. "You have nothing to apologize for, love." He said, the small nickname slipping out easily as he combed his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "Seriously. You've got just as much of a right to be scared of the rest of us, okay? I'm sorry if we made you think that we need you to be strong all of the time." He turned his head to press his lips against Sebastian's hair when the other boy hid in his neck, glad that he'd at least taken the painkillers.

Nick carefully wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist, giving him stability even while treating him like he was as fragile as glass. He couldn't even imagine what it must be like to be scared of being infected, and Nick didn't know how to reassure his friend; all he could do was stick around and wait this out right next to him. "I'll stay quiet. And if anybody asks I visited you because I couldn't sleep," He said softly, his hands stroking over Sebastian's back. "But you know that this is nothing to be ashamed of, right? This isn't your fault in the least. I'm sure the others would understand." Nick knew well enough that Sebastian was much too proud to ever let people see him this weak, and the fact that Nick was allowed to be here and help at once made him feel special and incredibly worried - he didn't delude himself into thinking that Sebastian would have told him about this even if he wasn't absolutely terrified. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Lost and insecure → Nickbastian

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It's beautiful though, right?

I mean, I'm still scared, but - the sky. 

Can we stay here for a while? It looks safe enough to me.

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TAGGING → Sebastian Smythe, Nick Duval, Blaine Anderson 

TIME FRAME → Saturday Night 

LOCATION → Nick’s Room 

NOTES → Hoooo, I need a cigarette.

A smile crossed Sebastian’s lips as Blaine reaffirmed what he’d already said, kissing Nick sloppily once again before he was working on the other brunette’s shirt, mouth dragging slow and greedy over the boy’s milky skin. Sebastian’s mouth was nearly watering, full of lust and envy that he wasn’t the one who was getting to taste the boy’s skin, and that he’d been in such a hot rush that the pair of them hadn’t gotten to remove his shirt as well. He just wanted both of their hands on him, being the greedy boy he was.

Nick reached out, fingertips grazing over the prominent and faintly uncomfortable bulge that was restricted inside his jeans before they retracted as quickly as they had come. Sebastian laughed slightly, grabbed Nick’s wrist and guiding his fingers over again. He pressed the boy’s palm against his groin and slid his own hand over Nick’s, adding pressure and releasing it as his hips rolled up against the touch. “Don’t be afraid,” He whispered to the boy as his hand snaked away, leaving Nick to take the initiative. “You know what to do, I know you do.” He groaned, head tossing back as he pushed his hips up once more.

Blaine was still hunched over and kissing Nick, but Sebastian couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and scrape his nails over the boy’s back, the hot skin beneath his fingers drawing out a soft moan. His hand slipped down Blaine’s back and toyed with the waistband of his pants before sliding lower and grabbed harshly at his ass before smacking it lightly with a smirk. He really did have a great ass, so tight and round. Sebastian had spent plenty of time thinking about it.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine took careful note of what Nick was doing to Sebastian. There was something so sexy in how tentative he was, how careful, even though he was as shitfaced as the rest of them. Every put together thought in Blaine’s mind had flown out the window the minute Nick and Sebastian started kissing for the first time and it didn’t seem like they’d be coming back for a long time…or at least until he was sober.

Sebastian’s rough fingers soon were trailing down his back, his mouth still moving over Nick’s chest at the time. He let a moan reverberate from within before the fingers through Nick’s belt loops slid out and started rubbing over the bulge in Nick’s own trousers. When Sebastian squeezed his ass he squeezed Nick’s front, getting satisfaction in the way Nick’s erection felt in his hand. 

He really wanted to make both the boys feel good and, at this point, that’s all he was focused on. He didn’t care if he got off or not, he just wanted the two of them to have the best experience of their lives. Blaine was a people pleaser, through and through. And Sebastian seemed to be enjoying himself with Nick. He didn’t want to get in the way of that so he pulled off of Nick and sat back, breathing deeply as he watched Nick explore Sebastian further.

NICHOLAS DUVAL 

Nick gasped when Sebastian guided his hand to his bulge, his eyes shooting to meet Sebastian's as he tried to reassure himself that what he was doing was okay. Finally he began to slowly move his hand, still distracted by what Blaine was doing to him; it took a while for him to stop arching closer to Blaine's hand and mouth and realize that neglecting Sebastian wasn't entirely fair. Nick began to concentrate on making the taller boy feel good, tongue poking out of his mouth as he experimentally pressed the palm of his hand down before beginning to properly squeeze him through his pants.

He whined with disappointment when Blaine pulled away to just watch, immediately wanting the other boy right back where he'd been only seconds ago. Still, he didn't want to pressure him or anything, so he just bit his lip and focused back on helping Sebastian out. Nick knew that wearing such tight pants couldn't be comfortable right now - it wasn't like his own were doing much better - and so, after a moment of hesitation, he unbuttoned Sebastian's and began to slowly pull the zipper down before palming him through his underwear.

"Blaine?" Nick asked with a small voice, a silent plea for help as he scooted over to give Blaine space between Sebastian's legs as well. He didn't know why, but having the other boy just watch felt wrong. Besides, if he judged the situation right then Sebastian wouldn't be adverse at all to them both making sure he felt good. 

Live and Let Live→ Sebastian, Nick, & Blaine

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TAGGING → Sebastian Smythe, Nick Duval

TIME FRAME → Tuesday

LOCATION → Sebastian’s Room 

NOTES → It’s fine, Love!

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

Sebastian had been awake for hours, frantically tossing and turning in a puddle of sweat on his bed. Every inch of his body ached, every muscle felt like it was being torn, stabbed, and burnt all at once. He’d vomited up the contents of his stomach three times over and the ache in his head was nearing unbearable levels. The only light in his room was from a lamp that he’d turned to face the wall so that the light wouldn’t have any chance to make his headache any worse than it already was. Panic was flooding him; too many options, too many dark thoughts and hypothesis for why this could be happening. The most insistent and terrifying of which was also the most improbable… but it wasn’t impossible. The clean air of the compound was contaminated by those things and Sebastian knew his immune system might’ve gotten screwed up by all the pills and experiments they put him under. The thought mixed with the pain had reduced him to tears.

The sound of Nick’s heavy knock made Sebastian jump and squeak in terror, a new wave of tears coating his cheeks. As soon as he heard the familiar voice though, he was able to take a deep breath and drag himself from the bed. His knees quaked as if they were going to give out but he pushed himself to the door and unlocked it before crawling back to the bed and collapsing onto his sweat-soiled sheets with a long, nervous breath. “It’s open.” He called out. Sebastian was so used to being on anti anxiety pills and nerve medications, to be without them was screwing with his mind and sending him into something resembling a nervous breakdown. He was afraid he couldn’t do this and he really needed Nick right now. 

NICHOLAS DUVAL

As soon as he heard the click of the door being unlocked Nick stepped forward,  pushing it open and entering the room before closing it again. He took care to lock it properly, aware of what might be waiting outside, and his eyes strained to get used to the relative darkness of Sebastian's room. "Bastian?" Nick asked softly, recognizing the figure on the bed and carefully stepping closer. He gasped as soon as he noticed what kind of state his friend was really in; the other boy was usually so strong and composed, and seeing him in tears was breaking Nick's heart just a little. "Oh, Seb," He said, pity in his voice as he hurried closer and perched on the edge of the bed, not wanting to accidentally move him and cause him more pain. "You should've said something earlier, love." Nick muttered, his eyes searching Sebastian's face for a few moments. He looked so incredibly upset, and Nick had to try hard to not be swept up in his friend's misery. This wasn't about him, and he'd try to be strong even if he felt like crying.

Nick stroked some of Sebastian's sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the painkillers. "Here, this might help." He took care to not speak too loudly, aware that that would just make the headache worse. "C'mon, try to sit up for me?" Nick coaxed, brushing Sebastian's tears away before placing his hand on his shoulder to steady him. "I have water, too." He reached for the water bottle in his backpack and uncapped it, chewing on his lip and never taking his eyes off Sebastian. Nick didn't know how to actually take care of somebody, because nobody had ever really needed him to try before, but he was trying his best. "It'll be okay, promise. Just let me take care of you for a little, yeah?"

Lost and insecure → Nickbastian

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Lost and insecure → Nickbastian

TAGGING → Sebastian Smythe, Nick Duval

TIME FRAME → Tuesday

LOCATION → Sebastian’s Room 

NOTES → Hope it's okay!

Nick frantically tore up his room in search of the painkillers he knew he’d hidden somewhere, sure that he hadn’t used them all just yet. They were stronger than ordinary paracetamol, because Nick had stolen them from the lab when nobody was looking; he got headaches sometimes, and they were really the only thing that allowed him to concentrate on those days. Still, Sebastian needed them more. He grinned when he found them behind some books on his shelf, quickly pocketing the little white pills before pulling on his shoes and grabbing his backpack. The door to his room creaked softly when he pushed it open, but Nick wasted no time worrying about it. He simply pulled it shut behind him and locked it before hurrying down the hall to where Sebastian’s room was.

“Hey, it’s me. Let me in?” He called softly, knocking on the heavy door and waiting with baited breath until something happened. Nick just hoped that Sebastian was well enough to at least unlock the door, because he had no other way of getting inside and helping as much as he could. The worry for his friend was growing with each second, and Sebastian’s fear that he was turning into one of them had shivers running down Nick’s spine. He knew that the other boy wasn’t turning, of course –and if he were, Nick would deny it until he died – but it said a lot about Sebastian’s mental state that the usually so confident boy suddenly seemed lost and scared. It was enough to make him ignore his own fear, even if all he really wanted to do was hide under his covers until the monsters disappeared and everything went back to the way it should. 

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Just stop thinking about it? It's not going to happen. And - even if it did, I'd find a way to fix it. Even if I have to spend the next fifty years searching for a cure. But it won't. You'll be fine.

That's nothing you have to thank me for. Seeing you will make me feel a lot better, anyways. 

I can't... fucking move.

But what if. What if I do turn into one of those things? What if I hurt one of you?

Okay, Nicky. Th-thanks. 

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They weren't lying. I've been  studying that virus my entire life, and you're fine, okay? I won't accept anything else. 

Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can. And I'll bring whatever painkillers I can manage to scrape together, okay?

I can't... fucking move.

W-we don’t have enough. I’m okay… I just… 

I could be. What if… what if they were lying? Or what if all these drugs and medicines  and experiments killed off my immunity? What if I’m becoming like one of them? A horrible monster…

Please come here. Please.

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Okay, that's it. I'm going to go get you your medicine now. I'm so sorry, Bastian. You should have said something earlier.

You're not infected, you can't be. It'll all be alright, I'll fix it, I'm sure it's just you needing your pills. Please stop crying?

I can't... fucking move.

It’s the antipsychotics; nerve pills and pain medication. Xanax I-I think and maybe hydrocodone. I d-don’t know Nicky. It just hurts. 

What if I’m infected? What if it’s not the medicine at all? Nick…

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I'm not sure. But I'm going to go out and get the water purifier from the chemistry lab, so if I make it back I'll know more. If it helps, I think it's gotten a bit better? At least the noise is going down.

Has anyone checked to see if the monsters are still out there? I mean, I’m sure they are, but I’m just curious as to how many we’re dealing with here…

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Stay in bed, get Rachel to help you out. Don't push yourself so much, okay? I'm really worried about you. We'll get somebody else to get supplies. What kind of pills are they? Because if they're painkillers or antibiotics or something, I'm sure we can organize some. But if it's ...you know, drugs, then it might be better if you go through withdrawal now. 

I can't... fucking move.

My entire body hurts - my head is pounding, my stomach is doing flips, my heart is racing and I-I’m not sure this fever is going to break any time soon. I th-think it’s withdrawals from m-my pills but…

I n-need to get supplies. I can’t stay in bed. Can���t afford it.

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I'll do what I can. And I'm good at making fires, that probably won't be a problem - just give me a bit of vinegar and some ethanol and I can get pretty much anything to burn. Who'd have thought that Chemistry would actually turn out to be useful, right? 

I have ethanol from when we ... from the Vodka-thing, and there should be vinegar in the kitchen. 

Thank you. And I mean, if worst comes to worst I'll at least make some decent bait, right? 

It's been five days.

Good… please don’t let yourself get hurt. Alright, I’ll stay behind and try to figure something out. We need anything that’s going to hurt them… but a gun if you can find out would be ideal. Anything that’s can be thrown or used at a distance, too. We don’t want to get too close to them, right? 

We could try… all the more reason we need guns… ropes, knives, anything sharp. Matches, too, or oils that’ll ignite. We need things to make fire… there’s so much to think about here, but we need to figure it out. Maybe we should make a checklist. 

Nicky, you’re helpful in other ways. You’re so smart, and you could help with wounds and stuff if you really needed to. 

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TAGGING → Sebastian Smythe, Nick Duval, Blaine Anderson 

TIME FRAME → Saturday Night 

LOCATION → Nick’s Room 

NOTES → Hoooo, I need a cigarette.

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

Sebastian was a little shocked at the awestruck way the two boys gazed at him as his shirt was discarded, as if they were looking straight into the sun or at a car accident, unsure if they wanted to keep watching or look away, but being unable to all the same. Blaine’s fingernails trailed over the skin, raking over a nipple and making Sebastian’s hips twitch up in interest and his eyes fall shut for half a second as he moaned gently. Then Nick was leaning in and kissing his collarbone and his hand was putting just enough pressure beneath his navel to drive Sebastian wild. He whined and dropped back a bit as the two began to whisper to one another, leaning on his elbows to support himself and to keep a good view. 

Nick was kissing down Blaine’s chest and stomach as the shirt fell open by his own hands, button by button popping and more of Blaine’s faintly olive skin coming into view. Sebastian whined softly, wanting to lick it, to taste the light sheen of sweat that had come across it. He could see the light hitting the faintly wet lip marks that Nick’s kisses left, and he could almost see the way Nick trembled. He wondered if it were nerves or anticipation… or maybe both.

Hearing the boy’s soft question to Blaine, Sebastian quirked a brow. “I thought it was great,” He slurred, interrupting before Blaine could say much of anything. “You two are so fucking hot together,” He panted, green eyes wide and trained on the pair of them. 

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine could feel Sebastian’s eyes on them as Nick worked at his shirt, his own eyes blown wide as Nick’s lips moved down his torso. The further south they got the deeper Blaine breathed, his chest moving and his muscles clenching. “God,” he whispered, threading his fingers into Nick’s hair. He was nervous, sure, but there had to be something in that alcohol that was making him the way he was now. There was only one word for it: horny.

When Nick nervously asked if everything was alright, Blaine was about to answer when Sebastian interrupted for him, assuring Nick that it was great. But Blaine still felt the need to drag Nick’s mouth into another kiss, his eyes closing and his bare chest pressing against Nick’s clothed one. “Perfect,” he mumbled sloppily into his mouth.

Blaine’s hands smoothed up Nick’s torso, his fingers finding his top button. “May I?” he asked, not really needing his permission, he just felt it polite to ask before he removed his shirt. He pulled the buttons open, one accidentally popping off before he shoved the shirt from Nick’s shoulders. The other boy was milky pale and toned, his muscles lean but visible. Blaine leaned down and started pressing small kisses over Nick’s pecs, his fingers hooking into Nick’s belt loops and tugging him forward.

NICHOLAS DUVAL

Nick smiled happily when the other two boys praised him, glad that he'd managed to not mess up and make a fool out of himself. He chuckled against Blaine's lips as he was kissed again, his hands gliding over the skin that he'd exposed just moments ago. "Thank you." He said, smiling at Blaine before looking over at Sebastian and admiring the other boy some more. He really was awfully attractive. 

Suddenly Blaine had started to unbutton his shirt and Nick couldn't do anything but nod and chew on his lip as he watched. He immediately allowed Blaine to push his shirt over his shoulders, not insecure about his body at all - he knew that he didn't look as toned as Sebastian or Blaine, but he worked out enough to not feel ashamed in the least. 

Then there were lips on his chest and Nick wasn't even able to think about whether he ought to be insecure or not - instead his eyes fell shut and he whimpered, his back arching closer to Blaine's mouth as his hand immediately buried itself in his hair. Nick barely had the presence of mind to reach out for Sebastian, not wanting the other boy to feel left out and nevertheless blushing when he placed his free hand right on the top of Sebastian's thigh. His fingertips grazed the bulge in Sebastian's pants before he pulled back again, afraid that he'd overstepped. 

Live and Let Live→ Sebastian, Nick, & Blaine

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I promise I'll be careful, and I'll find something to hit them with if I have to. I'm not sure if you coming along is smart, though. There's really no reason to put us both in danger, and I know the lab better than the back of my own hand. I can look for weapons if you need them, just tell me what you're looking for. 

And the virus is designed for humans, it doesn't affect animals. Maybe some survived? The infected can't have eaten them all, right? We could try to hunt. 

Because I didn't think anybody actually wanted me to come along. I'm not very good at combat and stuff like that, I won't be much help. So.

It's been five days.

We’ll need that. Be careful, okay? Take something heavy and blunt to swing at them… or should I go with you? I need to find weapons. I can handle a gun alright but I’ll need ammo… that’s all the way at the other side of the compound. Fuck. And food, we’ll need food… the kitchens are probably a mess. Do you think we’ll be able to find anything that’s okay to eat out there?

Why are you thanking me?

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I can run to the chemistry lab and get the water purifier, at least. I'm - I'm fast, I'm sure I'll be fine. But I don't kow about the rest. Sam will probably know, though. He's apparently been trained for this.

That's ... thank you. 

It's been five days.

I know I’m right, what else is new? Where can we find all that stuff without encountering the infected? 

It does. It…really does.

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TAGGING → Sebastian Smythe, Nick Duval, Blaine Anderson 

TIME FRAME → Saturday Night 

LOCATION → Nick’s Room 

NOTES → <3

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

Was shocked by the eagerness of Blaine and the beauty of the sounds falling from Nick like a waterfall. Greedy, he wanted more. The other two’s kiss was over but Sebastian didn’t stop his palming at Nick as Blaine moved towards him, wrist twisted in what would otherwise be an uncomfortable position in any other situation. Blaine was pressed close to him, a thigh on either side of Sebastian’s body, keeping him trapped there like a willing prisoner. If what Sebastian had felt before was anything to go by the other was wanted him (and Nick) as much as Sebastian wanted the two of them; there was no reason to run from something so perfect. 

This time the lips against his throat were Blaine’s, nipping experimentally at the tender flesh and ghosting little kisses across the skin. Then there was a tongue tracing out the curve of his ear and hot little words being mumbled to him. How could Sebastian resist? He craned his head and wasted no time in bringing his unoccupied hand up to cup Blaine’s chin, crashing their mouths together in a rushed flurry of tongue and teeth and want.

When he finally pulled away he was breathless, panting and struggling to get a handle on his thoughts. “Why don’t we get a little… a little more comfortable?” He suggested, sounding wrecked and winded all at once as his hands fell to the buttons of his shirt, tugging at them as one by one they fell open and exposed inch upon inch of skin. His shirt slid back off his shoulders when it was open into a heap of fabric on the bed that he quickly shook off and tossed onto the floor. “Who’s next?” 

BLAINE ANDERSON

The kiss Blaine shared with Sebastian was very unlike the one he’d just had with Nick. It was rough yet completely sexy at the same time. Blaine’s tongue danced against Sebastian’s for a long while, his thoughts getting immersed in the other boy in front of him. His alcohol muddled brain was doing something to his hormones…a good something, naturally. But maybe this was going to far? He didn’t stop to think further because Sebastian was already pulling away. Blaine’s breath came out like he’d just run a marathon. It was thrilling.

Then, Sebastian’s shirt came off and Blaine couldn’t stop staring. He’d seen a man shirtless before, of course he had but that was before he’d come across all these confusing feelings about guys…boys…men in general. Sebastian was smoking, you’d have to be blind not to see that. With a small moan, Blaine run the tips of his fingernails down Sebastian’s chest, the heel of his hand brushing over a nipple. “Wow,” he breathed, his thighs squeezing around Sebastian a little. He placed his lips against his shoulder and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the taller boy. 

It wasn’t long before Blaine’s eyes flickered to Nick’s and he held a hand out. He leaned over while he pulled him closer and he leaned his lips up to his ear, whispering so that Sebastian couldn’t hear him. “You want to give a show, Nicky?”

NICHOLAS DUVAL

Nick couldn't take his eyes off Sebastian's skin, just as fascinated as Blaine was by not only how attractive the other boy was but by his confidence. Nick would have never dared to suggest taking off their shirts (mainly because he wasn't quite sure how far he wanted this to go) but now that Sebastian was right in front of him and looking like something out of greek mythology Nick was very much in favour of them being shirtless. He leaned forward to ghost his lips across Sebastian's collarbone, his hand coming to rest on the other boy's stomach, right below his navel, to support himself. 

He was pretty preoccupied with admiring Sebastian's skin, and when Blaine pulled him over he needed a second to ajust - the idea of giving a show was scary, of course, but judging by how much Sebastian had liked it when they'd kissed he figured that he probably wouldn't be laughed at even if he messed up. Besides, now that he thought about it he really did want to get Blaine out of his shirt as well, and so he just nodded and shifted until he was kneeling next to the other two boys.

Nick waited until Blaine had moved to face him properly before hesitantly unbuttoning the top of his shirt, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before beginning to properly work on getting Blaine's shirt off the other boy's chest. Nick took his time, kissing the skin that he revealed and looking up at Blaine with wide eyes to make sure that he wasn't messing up. He was trembling more and more with anticipation the closer he came to Blaine's waist, painfully aware of how close he was getting to Blaine's crotch. Finally he'd finished unbuttoning and kissed his path back up Blaine's chest again, a little nervous. "Was that okay?"

Live and Let Live→ Sebastian, Nick, & Blaine