#seb gazing at him the whole interview

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

Mark Webber reflecting on Seb's career at the Abu Dhabi GP

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Kimi seb and fem reader threesome?

☽ LOVERS ROCK — sebastian vettel x fem!reader x kimi räikkönen

tags: rated E, threesome, smut, fluff, age gap, photographer!reader

note: i am probably months late but idk inspiration just struck me suddenly. this is set like around 2016.

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Qualifying went better than expected for the Ferrari team. You watched the two drivers end in 4th and 3rd position from the garage, in which, thanks to your ‘close friend of Sebastian’ privilege, you were allowed. You still weren’t officially Scuderia Ferrari’s photographer, but who knows, maybe considered all the pictures you took for them, one day they’ll hire you. Keep dreaming.

As soon as Seb took off his helmet, you ran to congratulate him and wish him luck for the race. You hugged him tight and he discreetly pushed you in an isolated corner behind the motorhome. He kissed you eagerly. Alright, maybe you were more than close friends. At least, you once were, until he finally found a way to romance you and take you in his bed. Nothing serious, just casual sex. That was how you discovered that your chemistry was unmatched.

As Sebastian had to go back to debrief with the engineers, your eye was caught by the monitor showing the post quali interviews. There was his teammate, Kimi Räikkönen, talking about his performance. He seemed unbothered, as always. His forehead was damp with sweat and the red suit made his broad shoulders look even wider. His composed and silent aura exuded masculinity. Sebastian was indeed a passionate lover and great friend, but sometimes, when you observed the two of them standing next to each other, your gaze lingered a bit too much on his teammate. He fascinated you. You never exchanged more than a few words with Kimi, but you wondered what he was like under that superficial layer of cold stares and reserved personality. You wondered what it would be like to pass a hand through that light blond hair and across that imperfect pale skin. Kimi was everything Sebastian wasn't: cold and mysterious, with a body that could have been sculpted from ice and sharp, nordic features.

Sometimes you found yourself staring at him. And some other times, you caught him staring back.

When you saw the man walk out of the frame, you hurried outside with your camera hanging on your neck. You took a picture of him striding in front of an enthusiastic red crowd pushing on the other side of the fence. Another one: a close up of his face. He looked handsome. These would go viral, if you hadn’t already decided to keep them to yourself.

The day after, the two Ferrari drivers were celebrating on the podium. Kimi in second place and Sebastian soon behind, a grin that lightened up the whole mass of Tifosi. It was almost scary how the fans cheered and screamed at them. The track burned red as they overran it, only interspersed by the team yellow symbol sparkling everywhere.

The two patted and complimented each other in the cool down room. “What a race! A big celebration awaits us tonight.” Happiness was written all over Sebastian’s face. After a few unsuccessful results, he could finally breathe.

Kimi smiled back at him.

“Wanna come over? I’ll be with Y/n.” The german suggested, lowering his tone.

The other shook his head. “Wouldn’t dare to interrupt anything.”

“Actually, I was offering you to join us.”

Kimi raised his thin eyebrow, thinking for some seconds to have misunderstood.

Seeing his unphased expression, Sebastian put an arm across his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Kimi, she’s basically been eating you with her eyes since the beginning of the season. And I bet you don’t feel any different. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen her?” He chuckled.

The Finn remained in silence, pondering the suggestion for a moment. “Sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. You know I’d share anything with you.”

You threw your arms around Sebastian’s neck and kissed his cheek when you saw him approach you. “You were amazing out there!”

Seb held you tight, unable to stop smiling. You ruffled his curls.

“Can’t wait to celebrate” you smirked at him mischievously.

Sebastian reciprocated the look. “Listen, I was thinking,” he paused, almost unsure of his own words. “Kimi could come too if you’d like.”

You frowned, confused by his words. Maybe you misheard, you thought. “What?”

“Come on, Y/n, I’m not blind, I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Oh, so he means… You lowered your gaze, taken aback by Sebastian’s realization, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “I–”

“It’s okay. I’m not jealous of Kimi.” He lifted your chin with his fingers and smiled softly. “I want it. You just make sure to be at my hotel tonight.”

You usually didn’t wear anything particular for your encounters with Sebastian. He knows you well and he doesn’t care how you dress. Besides, usually the clothes were off before he could even look at them. This time was different though. You chose a short dress and put a little bit of makeup on. You drove to Sebastian’s hotel, and in the elevator you were almost trembling with anticipation, your heart was beating fast. You still couldn’t believe it was reality, to have the two blond Ferrari drivers at your own sole disposal.

You walked up to the door and knocked. No one answered. What if he was joking?, you thought. No, he would never make fun of you like that. You knocked again and this time the door opened instantly.

Kimi Räikkönen was standing in front of you, in jeans and t-shirt, with a passionless face and piercing ice blue eyes. You fool, expecting to see Sebastian at the door of his own room.

He slowly eyed you up and down, without a word. Your face heated up. You weren’t that much shorter than him, but in that moment he seemed to tower over you. You suddenly felt so small and young under his gaze. If with Sebastian the age difference was already noticeable, with him the gap was even larger. You were just a simple girl, standing in front of a grown handsome man. And not just any handsome man. He was the last Ferrari champion.

“Delete those pictures” he demanded in a firm tone, bringing you back into reality.

How did he noticed?

You smiled amused and crossed your arms. “No.”

Kimi kept his scrutinizing look on you. You tried to hold eye contact but ended up looking away. Damn, his eyes. “Then give them to me.”

“Not for free.” You successfully managed to speak firmly too.

He grinned and leaned on the doorframe. You blushed again, against your will. “Whatever” he commented.

“Can I come in now?”

“Pictures first.”

You were starting to lose your patience. You didn’t come here to argue over photographs, why was he acting so rude?

A voice coming from inside the room interrupted your bickering. “Kimii, stop playing with her, let her in.” You recognize it as Sebastian’s. A wave of relief washed over you as you heard his familiar voice.

Kimi finally moved to the side, allowing you to sneak inside, brushing against his arm. The German was sitting on the bed, a glass of champagne in one hand. “We were just starting the celebration. Want some?” he offered.

You shook your head. It wasn’t exactly the case to get drunk.

He got up and put the glass on a table. The room was wide and elegant, the bed sheets were of a beautiful bordeaux. Your gaze scanned the room and curiously lingered on the bouquet of vivid red roses placed on the bed. Seb picked it up and handed it to you. “For you.”

Your expression softened and your lips curved in a smile, your mood changed completely. The atmosphere shifted from cold and awkward to romantic and familiar. You smelled the roses and held them close to your chest. “Thank you.”

“It’s Kimi you should thank,” he pointed at the older man. You turned and met his shy stance. He looked back at you with hands in his pockets. Well, that was unexpected. “Truce?” you suggested.

“Truce it is,” he replied. “Don’t forget to put them in the water when you get back.”

“Oh, so you want me here after all.”

He shrugged and made some steps closer. “Yeah, I guess. Still need the pictures though.”

“Sure, right” you couldn’t help but smirk at his attempts to break the tension, “so how do you wish to pay?” you teased.

He took the bouquet from your hands and put it aside. “How about we find out?” He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, lightly kissing your palm. “One thing at a time.”

Your heart skipped a beat. So he does speak, huh. And with a heart melting accent. “Deal.” Your hand lingered on his cheek, and before you could realize what was happening, he pulled you in a kiss. A soft kiss, at first, that gradually became more and more bold. His mouth tasted like lemon and champagne. You may have dreamed of this.

While you were lost in the feeling of Kimi’s tongue dancing with yours, a pair of long lean hands overlined your hips, settling right next to Kimi’s. With a possessive grip, Sebastian spinned you around and claimed your lips, taking the air out of your lungs. They were so different in the way they kissed, yet somehow so similar. Both driven by a prevailing urge. You fought for dominance for a moment, but soon you were forced to give up. When you were alone with Sebastian it was a working technique, but it couldn’t be with the two of them.

Kimi had started to nibble at your shoulder,moving up to needily suck the skin of your neck, his gnarled big fingers roaming over your body. You melted into his embrace, feeling his strong, toned physique against yours, his hands exploring your body with a confidence that sent shivers down your spine.

As the kiss grew more intense, you found yourself sandwiched between them. You could feel their arousal pressing into you. They were like two magnets, pulling you into their orbit.

Seb started unzipping your dress. He made it slide off your shoulders, revealing your cleavage. He stroked your nipples with his thumbs through the thin fabric of your bra. Kimi’s hands traveled downwards, caressing your waist and making the rest of your dress fall on the ground. He grabbed your hips and pressed them hard against himself. The mix of their touches, so precise and coordinated, made you moan with pleasure.

When Sebastian broke the kiss, he raised his hand to cup Kimi’s jaw and captured his lips. To your surprise, they kissed fiercely and passionately, savoring each other and your taste in their mouths. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

In the meantime, the Finn ably untied your bra and soon after your panties were gone too. The both of them took a long sight at your naked body. You flushed, feeling exposed and observed, so you pulled Kimi’s shirt as a sign for them to get rid of their clothes too. They took off their shirts at the same time and closed even more the gap between your bodies, trapping your bare pelvis. They started to grind against you and you really felt the need to get them both out of their jeans.

Kimi's gaze was intense, his touch was surprisingly gentle. Sebastian, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of passion, his hands eager and explorative, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone.

Sebastian led you to the king-sized bed, the sheets a rich, velvety crimson that matched the desire in your eyes. As you lay there, exposed and vulnerable, a wave of excitement washed over you. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you felt the weight of both men on the bed. Sebastian kissed his way down your body, his mouth moving to your breasts, tongue gently tugging at your nipples as he continued to drive you wild with pleasure, before moving lower. “Seb…” you called, urging him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed them to touch you more.

The moment was charged with an electric current, the air thick with lust. Sebastian's tongue continued its descent, teasing and licking until you were writhing beneath them. Kimi's hand reached out to stroke Sebastian's hair, a silent gesture of approval and affection that sent a jolt of arousal through you. You felt the bed shift as Kimi positioned himself above you, his icy eyes searching yours for consent, a softness in them that you hadn't seen before. You nodded, unable to find the words, and he took possession of your lips once again, bolder than before.

Sebastian's hands slid down to your thighs, spreading your legs open as he settled himself between them. His eyes were filled with adoration as he stared up at you, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of your sex. You gasped into Kimi's mouth as Sebastian's tongue delved deep, the sensation overwhelming. Kimi's kiss grew rougher, more possessive, as if he wanted to claim every part of you, not just the ones that Sebastian was worshiping. The tension between the two men was palpable. As Sebastian's tongue flicked, you could feel Kimi's fingers tighten around your hip, his own need growing against your side with every moan you released into his mouth.

Kimi broke the kiss, his breath ragged and his eyes smoldering with desire. He whispered something in Finnish, a language that only he and Seb could understand. The younger man raised his chin from you and smirked at him, the heat in his gaze told you it was something filthy and delicious. You felt a thrill at being the center of their attention, the object of their shared desire.

You let out a sound of complaint as Sebastian left your inside and straightened up to sit. He caressed your leg in a reassuring gesture and kissed it. “Not yet, mein schatz.”

With a final, lingering kiss, Kimi positioned himself at your entrance, shoulder to shoulder with Sebastian. Oh… You shivered with anticipation at the thought of what was about to come. The wait was eating you inside. “Kimi, please,”

You felt the head of his cock nudge against you, the coldness of him surprising against your hot, slick flesh. “Say it.” His gaze fixed on your desperate, pleading, semi-closed eyes, while he teased you with his member.

“I need you” you couldn’t find the force to resist him, not even for a little bit.

Pleased by the way your answer was delivered, he pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch as you gasped for air.

Sebastian's mouth found your clit again, his tongue swirling in perfect harmony with Kimi's movements. You moaned, the sensation of being stretched and pleasured by two men at once overwhelming and incredible.

Sebastian's more deep blue eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of them making you feel like you were the most important person in the world. His hand reached up to stroke Kimi's shoulder in a display of camaraderie that was as erotic as it was surprising. You wrapped your legs around Kimi's waist, urging him deeper, feeling the fullness of him inside you.

Kimi's hands found yours, his grip firm and reassuring. The mix of his coolness and Sebastian's warmth was intoxicating, a heady cocktail that sent you spiraling towards climax.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, muffled gasps, as Kimi began to thrust into you with a steady rhythm.

Kimi's strokes grew deeper, his pace increasing, and you could feel the tension coiling tightly within you. Sebastian's mouth returned to yours, sharing your gasps and moans as he kissed you with a ferocity that matched his friend's. And you realized with a thrill that this wasn't just about you - it was about the bond between the two men as well.

Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Sebastian slid down the bed, taking Kimi's place between your legs.

"Mein engel," he murmured, his German endearment sending a warm shiver through you. His touch was kind, his fingers deftly preparing you for what was to come. You felt him line up with Kimi. The older mani withdrew, allowing Sebastian to fill you completely. You moaned, the sensation of being filled by both men now a reality, as Sebastian pushed in.

Kimi didn't move far, his body hovering over yours, his eyes never leaving yours. He leaned down, placing feather-light kisses along your jawline as Sebastian began to move inside you. The contrast between their touches was exquisite - one gentle, the other demanding. You felt like you were being worshiped by two gods.

Their breaths mingled with yours, the sound of their bodies moving together was sweet music to your ears. You could feel the love and friendship between them, the unspoken communication that allowed them to share you so intimately. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, a moment where you were the center of their universe.

And then, as if reading your mind, they switched again. Kimi slid back into you, his coldness now a welcome relief after Sebastian's warmth, his movements rougher.

Your eyes rolled back as Kimi hit that perfect spot, the one that made your back arch. Sebastian's hand found your clit, his thumb flicking it mercilessly as he kissed along your collarbone. You could feel the tension in their bodies, the need to release building as they pushed and pulled, filling you completely.

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge as they both moved in unison, their combined efforts pushing you over the edge. You screamed out their names as you came, your body convulsing with pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls of the hotel room. They didn't stop, though, not even for a moment, continuing to move inside you, pushing you further. You could feel yourself tightening around them, the waves of pleasure crashing over you. And when you finally came down, panting and trembling, you knew that this night would be one you'd never forget.

With a final, deep thrust and a soft groan, Kimi roared out his climax, his entire body shaking as he emptied himself inside you. His grip on your hips tightened, his eyes never leaving yours, as if the connection was the only thing keeping him anchored. Sebastian watched with a mix of awe and lust, his own arousal clear in the way he pumped into you, his eyes glazed over with desire.

And then, it was Sebastian's turn. Despite your exhaustion, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, eager to feel him come apart as you had. With a final, guttural cry, he reached his climax, finally filling you too with his warmth, his body shuddering.

You lay there, feeling more alive than you ever had before, as they both stilled, their breathing ragged and their bodies slick with sweat. You felt cherished and loved, the lines between friendship and desire blurred into a beautiful tapestry of intimacy.

Sebastian pulled out of you gently, a look of pure adoration on his face as he collapsed beside you, his arm draped over your waist. Their release dripped out of you, sliding down your thigh. Kimi leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before rolling to your other side, his hand finding yours. The three of you lay there in silence, hearts racing, bodies entwined. You’d do anything to not let this be the last time with the two teammates, even if it meant for you to hide those pictures from Kimi forever.

[its-avalon-08]

Can you write something fluffy, like meeting Kimi Raikkonen for the first time, maybe based on the song "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift ????? Please and thank you 😊

iceman and his sunshine (kr7)

the sterile white of the ferrari garage felt even colder as you nervously adjusted your headset. your first day as a junior engineer, and you were lucky enough to be assigned to the legendary kimi raikkonen. "iceman" they called him, known for his stoicism and monosyllabic interviews.

forcing laughter, faking smiles

suddenly, a figure loomed. tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of quiet intensity. it was kimi. you braced yourself, but before you could stammer a greeting, he surprised you.

"you must be the new one," he said, his voice surprisingly deep and warm. "y/n, right?"

"y-yes," you stammered, cheeks burning. "nice to meet you, kimi."

a flicker of a smile – a genuine one, crinkling the corners of his ice-blue eyes – played on his lips. "welcome to the team. don't worry, i won't bite… much."

your eyes whispered, "have we met?"

relief washed over you, replaced by a nervous giggle. the sound, light and airy, seemed to hang in the air. kimi tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes.

"you laugh easily," he observed, not unkindly.

you shrugged shyly. "n-not really. just… a bit nervous, i guess."

he gave a short, almost inaudible chuckle. "first day jitters. understandable."

the day flew by in a flurry of activity. you found yourself working alongside kimi, explaining telemetry data with a newfound confidence. he listened intently, occasionally asking sharp questions that pushed you to think harder. to your surprise, he even cracked a few jokes – dry, finnish humor that sent shivers down your spine for reasons that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

later, as the team packed up, sebastian vettel, kimi's teammate, strolled over. a mischievous glint lit up his eyes.

i'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

"someone seems… talkative today, kimi," he teased, nudging kimi with his elbow.

kimi shot him a withering look. "just helping the newbie settle in, seb."

"helping, or… captivated?" seb wagged his eyebrows, earning a playful shove from kimi.

heat flooded your face. were they talking about you? you pretended to be engrossed in your notes, hoping the blush wouldn't betray you.

later that week, you found yourself alone with kimi in the garage, calibrating the car. you were about to apologize for a minor error you'd made when he spoke, surprising you once again.

"you know," he said, voice low, "that laugh of yours. it's… nice." he paused, fiddling with a wrench. "makes the whole damn garage feel less sterile."

all i can say is, i was enchanted to meet you

you stared at him, speechless. a blush crept up your neck.

"i… i just laugh easily," you mumbled, kicking a stray tire iron.

"not a bad thing," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. he met your gaze and held it for a long moment, his blue eyes sending a jolt through you.

weeks turned into months. you and kimi fell into a comfortable rhythm, your laughter becoming a constant in the once-silent garage. he still had his moments of stoicism, but around you, he seemed… different. warmer.

one rainy afternoon, huddled under a shared umbrella, you found yourself confessing your feelings for him. he didn't reply immediately, just stared at you with that intense gaze. then, to your surprise, he cupped your face in his hand and pulled you into a kiss.

it was slow, hesitant at first, then deepened, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cool rain. when he finally pulled away, a genuine smile spread across his face.

my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again

"i thought i wanted to win races for the rest of my life," he murmured, his voice husky. "turns out, i just want to hear that laugh forever."

from then on, the ferrari garage wasn't just sterile white anymore. it was filled with the warmth of your shared laughter and the quiet hum of a love that bloomed amidst the roar of engines.

i was enchanted to meet you

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About You Pt 11

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series

A/N: well, well, well.... anyone wants a drink? let me know your thoughts (and prayers) for this one

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2013, Shanghai International Circuit

Everyone is staring at Sebastian.

It wasn't uncommon for Sebastian to be stared upon when he enters the track. He was the reigning champion so he has been used being the center of attention. He has been looked at by people before but this time it feels very different. A hint of judgement and anger was communicated by their gazes so if looks could kill then he would be seven feet under the ground now.

"It has been two weeks, why are people not getting over it"Sebastian grumbles.

Britta, who was walking alongside him, shakes her head. Sebastian seems to forget about the fighting words that he stated in an interview not so long ago.

"They felt like you are being arrogant with the whole I don't apologize for winning statement Seb"Britta reminded.

His bad, Sebastian admits.

Maybe its a mix of pride and ego that's why he callously stated those words. But Sebastian stands firm on that because he had a chance and he simply seized it. If he was born to concede then maybe he should look for other careers instead of being a Formula 1 driver.

"You have to be in a good mood today" Britta states "You have some interviews and conferences lined up"

"Who's on it?"

"You are partnered with Bianchi, Ricciardo, Bottas, and Alonso"

It was far from his usual pairings of his grid friends. Sebastian thinks Britta has a hand on this in order to lessen the fanfare. And besides, Alonso has his fair shares of controversy, surely he would understand

A slight scoff from a passerby brought him out of his thoughts. The stranger bumped him with no apologies or whatsoever as they only glared at him.

"Rude"

Sebastian could feel more muttering of the people as he gets closer to the media room. He puts up a brave face like he doesn't hear them but he will be lying to say if they didn't hurt. He felt truly wronged being portrayed as someone villainous when he is just doing his job.

The only thing that Sebastian is looking forward to is talking to Y/N.

With all the chaos, he has a sense of relief that Y/N understands. She was the first person who talked to her after everything that happened. She had understood the why and the whole situation. It brought him some sort of comfort that there is someone by his side.

Sebastian was craning his head all around the paddock to look for the girl, she must be here somewhere. He also tried looking for Jenson as they are often paired together but he had no luck with the McLaren driver as well.

And then he finds her busy with her laptop talking with Jenson. Sebastian made a beeline to the duo despite the protest of Britta.

"Y/N, I tried picking you up a while ago but then your hotel-"Sebastian explained.

"Seb"she was looking side by side as if afraid to be caught talking to him "We have to speak later"

"What's going on?"

"We have to go"Jenson excused.

There was a strained smile on both of their faces. They hurriedly exited the room which made Sebastian frown.

Did he say something wrong? Why are they acting weird?

"I heard some rumors about that"Britta piped in "They say that after the whole fiasco last time, McLaren is not allowing interactions between you, Mark, and Y/N"

That's the most bullshit that Sebastian heard. He could have handled the stares and the murmurings but this was his breaking point.

"This is so unfair. What does my fight with Mark have to do with them"

"Bad press, you know how Jenson is still recovering from his bad public opinion"Britta sighs.

But this is still unfair. The expression cannot be removed from the German driver's face. He felt like the anger that he has been trying to keep at bay is ready to burst out.

"Don't worry, this may be only temporary till things die down"Britta assures.

But those words fall on deaf ears. Sebastian has already made up his mind that if they truly want a villain then a villain they would get from this whole fiasco.

2013, Bahrain International Circuit

"Can we talk?"

This feels like a common occurrence between the two Webber siblings. Frankly, Y/N is a bit tired because she knows that this may lead to another argument again.

"I'm busy and I'm under strict orders not to talk to any of you"Y/N brushes off.

He knows that. Jenson had sent him a text that they are refrained from speaking to them publicly. This is why Mark waited until the end of the race where everyone is packing up and busy to talk to her.

"Please Y/N"Mark held on her wrist "I am just extremely worried about you"

There was a concern evident on his eyes. For Y/N, she truly missed that from her brother. How long have she longed for the hate and the irritation to disappear from his eyes. She felt like she could cry on the spot.

"I'm okay Mark"she assures.

"Are you really? Is McLaren keeping the media away? Aren't you getting bombarded? Are they treating you okay?"Mark's rapid question started.

He had been stupid for so long to allow his track rivalry to ruin his relationship with his sister. He made up his mind when he saw how she have been crowded by reporters that he would try to be better. He would try his best to earn her forgiveness and to stay by her side no matter what.

"I'm okay, you don't have to worry"she replies.

But it has been a difficult few weeks for Y/N. She felt very alone and very restricted with her moves around during the weekend. She felt watched by McLaren team for a single wrong move. She was afraid to be kicked out and be left out of the only world she knew.

"I know we have our differences but you have me by your side"Mark pulled her in a hug.

And this is where the waterworks started. It has been a long while since the siblings embraced each other. With all the drama and the stress that they shared the past few years, this brings a different kind of comfort.

"I'm really sorry when I said awful things to you Mark"

"No apologies, you were just hurt"Mark soothes "I should be the one apologizing for pushing you away and being a shit brother"

They were away from the eyes of the public but little did they know they have been spotted by someone else. Sebastian could only turn away with a hurt feeling thinking that Y/N choose a side in this rivalry and it was not by his side.

The necklace that hangs on his neck feels heavy. He quickly unclasped it and he holds it tightly in his hands. It was a reminder of Y/N and her support, now it seems to be mocking him.

Sebastian quickly left without making his presence known. The necklace tossed somewhere that he can't quite remember.

2013, Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya

"I think Seb is mad at me" Y/N was worried.

It was a common practice that even if they are not allowed to see each other physically, they would message each other. However, ever since Bahrain, Sebastian was acting off and cold. It was seriously stressing Y/N out.

"Look at you all troubled"Jenson has the audacity to giggle at her misery "And you say you don't love him"

"Jenson, this is serious"

"You are soooooooo down bad"he teased.

"Why did I ever think that I'll get a decent advice from you"Y/N huffs.

She could have asked Nico or Lewis for help. Or even Michael and Corinna but here she was sitting in Jenson's hotel room and wondering for advices. She classifies this as a desperate situation which is why she is asking Jenson's opinion.

"Hey hey"Jenson sits closer "I'm your lad for this one, you can trust me to give you the other perspective so you can figure out what's wrong"

"So tell me what's wrong"

"Well usually when guys are acting like that then maybe they simply want your affection or your attention to dote on them."Jenson explains.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Doesn't he get a lot of attention from the media and everything?"

It caused Jenson to laugh. He had to remind himself to take it easy on Y/N because Sebastian is about to be the first relationship that the girl is entering in.

"That's a different kind of attention"Jenson states "Maybe Sebastian was just feeling very alone with everyone being against him and maybe he just needs a little extra TLC from you"

"I have always tried to make him feel like I support him"Y/N notes.

"Yeah but maybe you can do something like making him letters or maybe a cheer up basket. I'm pretty sure you could get some people to deliver them to him, it will really cheer him up"Jenson listed out.

Y/N reopens her phone and saw the text messages that she has sent. She tried cheering him up because he lost a podium for the first time this season. He hasn't replied yet or even looked at it.

"Hey cheer up, Sebastian is too in love with you to lose feelings for you"Jenson reminds "He had been in love with you for ages and it took him so long to tell you so I'm pretty sure that he won't simply leave you there"

"You really think so?"

"Oh I know so, you have no idea how Sebastian nearly pushed me off track because I was close to you"

"No, he did not!"

And in another part of town, the man of the hour is in a very crowded area. The flashing lights, the smell of smoke, and overflowing alcohol was not his typical scene. However, Sebastian felt like he needed this break from everything that has been happening since Malaysia.

"Another round of shots for the world champion"someone pushed an array of tequila in front of him.

He gave them a smile as he chugs them all down.

Now he knows why some drivers opt to have drink after a miserable weekend. It makes the pain less and his mind is free from any of those thoughts that he could have done better.

"Sebastian?"a voice called out "Oh my god, I can't believe its you"

His drunken state has clouded his vision. He only made sense that the voice was a female and it was awfully familiar to him.

"Youu can come zit wid me" words were already slurred.

"Sebastian, I'm really happy to see you! I have been looking for you this weekend but you seem occupied"

"Y/N?"Sebastian could only think of one person that would have looked at him this weekend.

"No, I'm not Y/N. I'm-"

Maybe its the club's loud music but Sebastian didn't hear it. He proceeded to get closer to her until he envelopes her in a hug. He felt at peace suddenly being with someone familiar in a place full of strangers.

"Y/N, I missed you so much"Sebastian murmurs.

It was the very first mistake that he has made that night. The second one was bringing the woman back to his hotel and to his bed.

[zyonsay]

heard you write for seb👀 how about rbr seb x reporter m! reader? 😼😼

Jealous? SV5

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Seb left a lil something on your neck...

Warnings: Slightlyyyyy Suggestive (only a lil bit tho)

Now playing: 'Doin Time' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there leo! I actually paired your Request with another Seb request, because i saw the opportunity to squeeze them together!

Hope you have a great day pooks <3

You thought no one had seen you leave the drivers room of a certain blond german. You thought…

Sebastians cheeky, teasing smile made you fluster slightly. This was so unprofessional. “You’re looking awfully good today y/n l/n, I was waiting for you to ask me a question all day.”, a shit eating grin adorned his lips, and he twirled his hair like a little schoolgirl. He was known to shamelessly flirt with people, especially interviewers, but this was something different.

You both have been dating for a few months now, the first time you met was at a party after the Monaco Grand Prix. His easygoing character immediately pulled you in and his sweet, cheeky smile was the cherry on top. Seb treated you like a god, even if he gets a bit much with his teasing sometimes. Both of you wanted to wait a little longer before announcing your relationship publicly, but if you were completely honest it was all just procrastination. Many people felt the chemistry between you two, though they only cracked a few jokes about it and nothing more.

His eyes darted down to your slightly exposed chest; the top few buttons of your dress shirt were unbuttoned. “Aren’t you looking fancy today?”, he knew exactly that just a few minutes ago his own hand was feeling up your chest in his driver’s room.  The red tint on your cheeks deepened a little more before you started asking race-related questions. Seb definitely didn’t make a big effort to hide his shameless and obvious flirting. His gaze danced over your figure during the whole interview, you could feel him undressing you with his eyes.

Your partner Interviewer had just finished interviewing one of the other drivers as he came walking towards you. Sebastian was well aware of the ‘little’ crush the other man had on you. He couldn’t stand his lingering gaze and the way he hungrily licks his lips while looking at you. “Y/n and Sebastian! My two favorite Lovebirds.”, your coworkers smile was almost venomous. He was quick to glance over your figure, but his gaze halted on a violet-colored spot on your neck. Seb was quick to snake an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “Jealous?”, his signature grin now spread across his face as he could basically see the other man fuming.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

We all love and adore Subastian, but can you imagine a more confident, a subtle kind of 'power bottom' Sebastian? Making Chris follow him like a puppy -I'm imagining a scenario sometime during CW press- without being cold or anything, the opposite, actually. Just casual but still really sweet, you know?

Like, imagine Chris being so captivated by him all the time, not being able to keep himself from staring at him all the time, how beautiful he is, how sweet he is while being simultaneously witty and charming, and he keeps being randomly hit by the fact that he sleeps with this guy, in fact, they're having plans later that night, and probably the night after, and after. And it's thrilling to him. The secrecy, how Sebastian sometimes makes him feel like a high schooler, not, well, Chris Evans. And Seb doesn't even do anything, he's not even playfully mean or anything at times. He's just so fucking charming all the time, whether they're around other people or alone, he always gives Chris these innocent friendly smiles during interviews or conferences like it's nothing. And when they get alone, and Chris can finally get all over him he just chuckles sweetly like "Oh, we're doing this, okay!" And gives Chris everything he needs, and drives him crazy always knowing which buttons to push, always letting Chris take control because he knows, calling him things like "tough guy" or "hey big guy" with a smile on his pretty lips, being playful but knowing damn well how much effect he's having on Chris.

and Chris genuinely feels like a high school student living the dream with his crush who he still can't get over the fact that they're actually together. And he doesn't remember the last time he's felt like this with someone.

I just really enjoyed looking at things in a different light than my usual fantasies, so thank you for your blog and thanks for reading. Also, sorry about the repetitive words, I really wanted to make a point 😂

*grabs this and holds it to my chest, I love it so much*

Y.E.S.

Listen--

Sebastian is a study in contradictions, that kid. One minute, he's shy and blushing, hiding behind his hand and laughing at himself, wiggling in his seat; then the next minute, he's bold and brash, leaning back, licking his lips after crack some dirty joke, using that smoldering gaze of his. He's always so sweet, but he can absolutely transform into cocksure confidence so easily. He can lean either way-- and more, he gets so bratty every now and again--so I can absolutely see this for him.

photos from @/bubbarnes

Plus, the detail you added about Chris feeling like a high schooler... something about that is so perfect. Maybe it's just him being a goofball, dork, of that press tour clip where he says he felt like he was in school again when fucking around with Hemsworth (5:32 - 6:13) but either way, I love that. It feels so true! A bold, flirting Sebastian makes him feel like a high schooler again. Puppy love.

That, too, is so accurate. Just calling Chris "big guy," "tough guy," or swooning into him, smiling all pretty, using his looks to his advantage, batting his eyelashes at him... it makes Chris crumble. He might be in control, but he's weak for Sebastian. Anything Sebastian wants from him, when he's so pretty and persuasive, he can have it.

Fuck yes! Thanks for sharing! (Don't worry about the repetitive words, lol, I feel that so fucking hard, lmao. That's my whole life, lol.)

[itssweetiedarling]

Yule Ball

Day 5 of @12daysofchristmas - "I'll be your date for that Christmas/holiday party if you don't have one yet."

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

Characters: Sebastian Sallow/Delilah Reeves (OC)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1742

I went up behind Sebastian, “Mr. Sallow, what preparations have you been doing for the last upcoming tasks as a champion?” I run the school’s unofficial weekly newspaper, so I’ve been nagging Seb all year so far to get exciting news about the Triwizard tournament. 

He jumped slightly but turned to me with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.  "Well, you know, just the usual," he replied, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "Training, studying the tasks, and trying not to get hexed by my fellow competitors. It's a tough crowd out there."

I couldn't help but notice the bags under his eyes, evidence of the toll the tournament was taking on him. The Yule Ball, a magical event held during the Triwizard Tournament, was approaching fast, and the whole school was buzzing with excitement.

"Come on, Seb, give me something juicy for the paper. The students are dying to know more about what goes on behind the scenes," I pressed, flashing my most persuasive smile.

Sebastian sighed, my smile always gets to him"Alright, alright. I've been practicing dancing," he admitted with a glint of embarrassment in his eyes. 

I nodded eagerly, my quill at the ready to jot down notes. “Oh, planning on dancing with anyone, Sallow?”

Sebastian's cheeks flushed slightly, and he averted his gaze for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "Well, you know how it is. It's tradition to have a dance partner for the Yule Ball. Haven't decided yet, though."

I could sense there was more to the story. As a reporter, I wanted to ask more, but as a friend I let it be. Regardless, the prospect of him stepping out of his comfort zone and onto the dance floor was intriguing.

"Practicing dancing, huh? Is this part of your strategy for the tasks?" I teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, "No, not exactly. But you never know when a well-timed dance move might come in handy, right?"

I nodded, making a mental note to include the unexpected revelation in my article. The mysterious champion, known for his mischievous demeanor, practiced dance for the Yule Ball.

As we chatted, Sebastian shared snippets of his preparations for the upcoming tasks. He spoke about refining his spellcasting techniques and studying the strengths and weaknesses of magical creatures he might encounter. Despite his initial reluctance, it seemed that my persistent questioning had brought out a more talkative side of him.

Before I could dig deeper into the details, a group of students approached, eager to catch a glimpse of the champion. Sebastian excused himself with a polite nod, leaving me with a trove of valuable information for the newspaper.

I chuckled, slightly caught off guard by Sebastian's question. "Well, no secret dancing partner for me. I'm more of an observer, capturing the magic of the moment with my trusty quill."

-

At dinner that day, I sat next to Ominis and Sebastian.

Seb leaned over to me, “You know, you asked me who I was dancing with but I never asked you. Have a special someone?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "No one caught your eye, then?"

I shook my head, trying to hide a sheepish smile. "I've been too busy chasing down champions for exclusive interviews. Maybe I'll find time for a dance or two at the ball."

Ominis, who had been listening to our conversation with a grin, chimed in, "Come on, you should enjoy the festivities too. It's not every day we have a Triwizard Tournament and a Yule Ball."

Sebastian nodded in agreement. "He's right. The tournament is intense, but the Yule Ball is a chance to unwind and have some fun. You should take advantage of it." He chuckled to himself, “And who knows, maybe I’ll be your date for the ball if you don’t have one yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Sebastian Sallow, the Hogwarts champion, offering to take the first Hogwarts transfer in generations? That would certainly make headlines."

He looked back at me almost flustered, “Let’s just have some fun, no need to report everything right?”

“Hm?”

I haven’t spent a lot of time on this during the school year. I want to leave an impression on Hogwarts before I leave next year. With semester finals coming up as well, I have been pretty stressed recently. Going to a party without looking for clues sounds oddly nice. 

“How about we not make it about work?”

“I’ll think about it.”

-

It’s been a week since Sebastian asked me to be his partner at the Yule Ball. When I told Poppy, my best friend, she screamed and got all giddy for me. I can always trust Poppy for a good reaction.

I winced but trusted Poppy's judgment. She had an uncanny ability to transform unruly hair into a work of art. As she continued to work her magic, she couldn't help but chatter excitedly about the upcoming Yule Ball.

Now, she is pulling my hair up into a bun. “Ow, Poppy it hurts!”

“Pain is beauty.” She says, brushing my curls back. “Your hair just can’t stay still! But trust me, with the ginger color it will look perfect once I style it.”

"I can't believe you're going with Sebastian Sallow! This is like something out of a romance novel," Poppy gushed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

I chuckled, trying to picture Sebastian as a romantic lead. "It's just a dance, Pop. Nothing too dramatic."

She rolled her eyes. "Just a dance? Do you even realize how many witches in this school would give anything to be in your shoes right now?"

I sighed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "It's Sebastian. You know I don’t think of him like that. But he did say he wanted it to be fun, not like work."

I did as she requested and walked over to the mirror. I picked out this light blue dress at the beginning of the year when the tournament was announced. The dress flowed gracefully, matching the ethereal atmosphere of the Yule Ball. Poppy was right; the ginger color of my hair complemented the soft blue of the dress. I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence.

Poppy finished with my hair and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Well, you look absolutely stunning. Go look in the mirror!”

"You've outdone yourself, Poppy. Thanks for helping me get ready," I said, genuinely grateful for her support.

She grinned. "Now, let’s go and have the time of our lives. Dance like no one's watching, and don't forget to savor the moment."

"We're in this together, remember?" Sebastian said with a playful grin as we approached the grand entrance. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the champions and their partners prepared to make their entrance.

-

The champions of the tournament get their own special entrance at the ball. Of course, their partners have to join them. I tried to drop out of it, but Sebastian reined me back in.

As we stepped into the Great Hall, there was a collective hush that swept through the room. The magical ceiling sparkled with stars, and the enchanted decorations added a touch of elegance to the atmosphere. The champions were met with applause, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Sebastian guided me to the dance floor, and the music began. The initial awkwardness melted away as we fell into a rhythm. It was clear that Sebastian had put some effort into his dancing, and I found myself thoroughly enjoying the experience. I wasn’t surprised he was good at dancing after all his practice. He can make anything look good… including his outfit. He wore a dark blue tuxedo with white and black accents. Somehow, our ideas for outfits matched.

Throughout the night, we danced to various tunes, occasionally taking breaks to mingle with friends and fellow students. 

At one point, Sebastian and I found ourselves near the refreshment table. He leaned in, his tone soft. "So, what do you think of the ball so far?"

I couldn't help but smile. "It's beyond my expectations. Hogwarts knows how to throw a magical party."

He chuckled. "Glad you're enjoying it. And by the way, you're an excellent dancer."

I blushed, grateful for the dim lighting that might conceal my embarrassment. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Sallow."

Sebastian's comment caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, aren't you the possessive one tonight?"

“Honestly, this isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I get to show you off to the whole school, and they think you’re mine.”

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just for tonight. After all, I did secure the best dance partner in the room."

We continued to dance and enjoy the magical atmosphere of the Yule Ball. The night flowed seamlessly, each dance more magical than the last. As the Yule Ball approached its end, the final dance was announced. The melody filled the air, and Sebastian extended his hand for the last dance.

"Shall we?" he asked with a charming smile.

I nodded, and we moved gracefully to the center of the dance floor. The music was slow, and the enchanting atmosphere heightened the emotions of the moment. It felt like time slowed down as we swayed to the rhythm.

Sebastian looked down at me with a soft expression. "Thanks for being my partner tonight. I know it was more than you signed up for.”

I smiled, appreciating his sincerity. "It turned out to be better than I expected. And it's not every day one gets to dance with a Triwizard champion."

He chuckled. "True, true. But I'm not just the Triwizard champion tonight. I'm Sebastian, dance partner extraordinaire." 

We both laughed, and the dance continued. As the final notes echoed through the Great Hall, there was a sense of closure, and the Yule Ball concluded on a high note.

-

Sebastian walked me back to our common room on his arm. We lingered in the quiet hallway, the echoes of the Yule Ball fading away.

"Thanks for a wonderful night, Sebastian," I said, genuinely grateful for the unexpected adventure.

He grinned. "No, thank you. I had a great time, too. Maybe we should do this again sometime when there's not a tournament in the way."

I nodded, feeling a warmth in my chest. "I'd like that. Until then, Mr. Sallow, dance partner extraordinaire."

Sebastian chuckled, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. "You got it. See you around, partner."

Needless to say, there was a lot to discuss with Poppy the next day.

[niemernuet]

Short untitled one-shot about Sander and Henrik that came to me after Henrik's memorable show in Sölden with the protesters and his subsequent excuse that he was just angry that they were ruining Sander's race. Bit different maybe, heed the warning.

rating: M pairing: none for main, Timon/Clément if you squint characters: Alexander Steen Olsen, Henrik Kristoffersen, Timon Haugan, Sebastian Foss Solevaag, Leif Kristian Haugan, Clément Noel, Atle Lie McGrath, Lucas Braathen, OC warnings: non-con, assault

“It’s not usually like this.”

Timon spoke quietly, as if he dared not be louder than the hushed voices filling the spacious hall with a soft murmur.

Sander picked at his face mask, and gave him a quizzical look.

“You know,” Timon said, and waved his hand through the air, “the…mood. Normally, World Cup races are great fun, it’s just with Atle and Lucas both injured…” He left the sentence unfinished, and instead ended it with a shrug.

Even though a paper mask was hiding most of his face, the grin on Sander’s face was clearly recognizable.

“Oh, I’m not bored at all. Not with Seb and…hey, Seb, who’s that writer again?”

Sebastian sat on the other side of the coffee table in a comfortable lounge chair. “Håkan Nesser,” he said, not unfriendly and yet without looking up from his book.

“Håkan Nesser,” Sander said to Timon before turning to Seb again. “And is it still good?”

Sebastian chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea! The detective just found out that the dead journalist had a wife who went missing on a hike a few years earlier. That totally came out of nowhere and changes everything!”

“No way!” Sander exclaimed, and looked at Timon. “That changes the whole story!” He watched earnestly as Timon snorted into his mask.

“Yeah,” Seb said, too immersed in his book to see much of his surroundings. “This man can produce nothing but bangers.”

“Evidently,” Sander answered, while Timon shoved a hand under his mask, and bit down on it. With another grin, Sander turned towards the large window front opening towards the main street, and while Timon kept fighting for composure he watched as the masses of people washed through the small village like endless waves. Right next to the entrance to the hotel, Leif was standing by a pot of dead box wood with the well-known dopey smile that indicated that he was face-timing his children. In little more than two hours there would be the opening ceremony where the best racers would get to draw their starting number and while neither Timon nor Sander had to participate, they did have to be present for a few interviews and photo shootings with sponsors beforehand. It was the second to last station of the world cup before the finals in Switzerland, which again, neither Timon nor Sander were invited to.

A sharp gust of cold air blew into their corner when the door from the reception hall of the hotel flew open, and another Norwegian athlete rushed inside.

“Are we having the interviews here?” Henrik barked at Timon, and glared across the room.

“They’re still prepping the last things,” Timon said, rolling his eyes at Sander. “Can’t be long now.”

“It fucking better,” Henrik snarled. “I don’t have all day.”

“It’s almost evening,” Sander muttered behind his mask, making Timon snort again. He caught himself quickly though.

“Hey, Henrik, have you already met Alexander? It’s his second time in the World Cup.”

Henrik paused for a few moments, his gaze resting on Sander at the same time irritated and utterly bored. Sander gave it back in strides, and when Henrik finally walked away, his middle finger shot up.

Timon chuckled. “He’s in a wonderful mood today.”

-----

The atmosphere in Kranjska Gora was unlike any other place in the entire World Cup. Sure, there would be another race, the big final where the crystal globes were handed out but as only the best of the best were invited there, the races in Slovenia were the end of the season for the big masses, and they treated it with the appropriate gravity.

The strict rules of the pandemic ended at the threshold to the bar, and neither Timon nor Sander, much like a substantial part of the other athletes, questioned the legality of the place. The bodies were packed tightly together, and the thumping bass seemed to move them in the rhythm of the strobing light. Timon pulled Sander through the crowd, and ordered the first round at the bar. Sebastian and Leif, of course, had opted for an early bedtime with Håkan Nesser and a videocall with the family respectively.

"Next time will be better," Timon yelled over the noise as he toasted with Sander. He nodded, still a bit annoyed with himself and the way he had lost control of his skis in the heavy snow. He took a big swig so he would not have to say anything. Slowly, they made their way through the crowd while Timon introduced Sander with every step they made. He knew all of them, some from races in the European Cup, and some from television. The Swiss delegation seemed to have arrived in its entirety; no wonder after their double victory today. Odermatt and the short one who had not been on the podium danced together, pretty much the only Swiss to do so, and Sander had to step out of their way when Timon pulled him past. They ended up close to a wall at the other end of the bar, near a group of French athletes. It only took Sander a short while to realise that Timon had stationed them there deliberately.

"I knew I'd find you in here," Clément yelled as he raised his glass towards them. Sander did not even know the bar carried wine. It certainly did not look the kind.

"We have reasons to drink today, so…" Timon answered, and pointed to his left. "That's Sander. He's new."

"I watched your race today," Clément said. "Well, I watched your split times in the app, at least. I thought it was glitching because it showed so much green. At least until…you know…" He grinned, and Sander was forced to answer with a thin smile.

"He'll beat you in no time," Timon threw in, and Clément laughed.

He eyed Timon over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his red. "Have you thought about what I said?

Timon rolled his eyes but the fond smile betrayed him. "I told you I'm in…"

"…negotiations," Clément finished for him. "I know you are very in demand. But have you considered that you will find nobody better than Dynastar?"

Timon laughed, and Sander could barely hear his answer over the noise. Quietly he sipped his beer while the gap between him and the other two grew wider. Timon nodded when he offered to fetch the next round while Clément mustered him with that faint, slightly condescending smile that only the French could, conveying perfectly how glad he was to get rid of him. Without another look back, Sander squeezed through the crowd, jostled across the floor by the mass of bodies until he reached the counter on the other end. The two barkeepers could barely keep up with orders raining down on them from every direction, and Sander resigned to a long wait. He watched them hurry up and down the length of the bar, raising his hand whenever one came close, and it took him a while to realise the pair of eyes resting on him. The guy was not bad to look at, under the dim, strobing light anyway, a bit older than Sander, rugged but not unkempt, and with a curious gleam in his eyes.

He leant closer, and Sander's heart sped up when his breath landed on his ear. "First time?"

Sander pressed his lips together, and shook his head, hoping that the blush on his cheeks was not visible. "No," he lied. "I've been to bars before."

The other guy laughed. "I mean in Kranjska Gora."

Sander's cheeks felt like one of the red lightbulbs flickering above but the other guy simply patted him on the shoulder before he leant over the counter, and held out his hand.

"Here, on me," the guy smiled, and offered him one of the shot glasses.

"I'm supposed to fetch three beers for my friends," Sander said weakly, and looked after the barkeeper who was already halfway down the room again. His shoulder still throbbed from the short touch.

"Three?" the other asked. "That's one too many. Are you sure they want them?"

Sander still hesitated, his gaze dashing towards the back of the bar. As if on cue a gap opened in the bodies moving on the dance floor, revealing Timon and Clément deep in conversation, their heads almost touching. Sander snorted, and looked back to the guy. He grabbed the little glass, clinked it against the other, and threw it back. It burnt all the way down into his stomach, and it took a few seconds until he had full control over his face again.

"Not bad," the guy laughed. "Almost as fast as you are on skis." He drank his shot without blinking, and turned back to the bar. It was as if he had a telepathic connection to the barkeepers the way he could get their attention with ease.

"I really shouldn’t…" Sander began. The guy turned around, and his friendly yet sharp gaze made Sander's stomach flutter as hard as the shot before. He slid closer, until their thighs were touching, and his hand was resting on Sander's hip. Jolts of electricity surged through Sander's body.

He realised that they were the same height. "Sorry," the guy smiled, "couldn't hear you over the music. You were saying?"

Sander swallowed hard. "I've got another race tomorrow."

"So you already want to leave me?"

"No, I just…"

"Great!" the guy laughed, turned back to the bar, and before Sander knew, he had another tiny glass in his hand.

"I watched your race today. You'll do just fine." He eyed Sander expectantly until he drank his shot.

"I'm not so sure," Sander coughed through the burning sensation in his throat. "But if it helps me reach the finish line."

The guy laughed, and swapped the empty glass in Sander's hand with a full one. "If you can trust the locals then this will help against every bad thing you can only imagine."

Sander laughed. The shots had crept up into his head almost immediately, and he could feel their effect in the blurred edges of his view.

"Which team are you with?"

The guy winked at him, clinked his glass against Sander's and emptied it. His hand was scorching on Sander's hip, and he could feel every finger through his jeans.

"Don't think I could be a racer, okay…" the guy said with raised eyebrows, and waited for Sander to empty his shot again.

"No, it's not that!" Sander laughed. "Because if you were I'd know you."

The guy kept smiling at him, the silence between them lasting longer and longer.

"Swiss?" Sander guessed, and the guy burst out laughing. "French? Italian?"

He received another glass.

"Austrian?"

"Now you're just insulting!"

"No!" Sander yelled, and laughed again. The guy observed him with an amused grin as he fumbled with the shot glass. He did not know how much time passed, or how little, except that he kept laughing and guessing both his name and nationality while drinking until suddenly the world threatened to turn upside down.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air?" the other said, and guided Sander through the crowd. The air outside was crisp, and white frost already laying on the black pavement. Sander took a few deep breaths as they ambled along, and it took him a few houses to realise that…

"My hotel's in the other direction."

"Nah, it'll be shorter around here," the guy said, and waved to the left. "Trust me, I know this place." He grinned at Sander. "Not like there's a lot to know."

They passed another hotel, swankier than the one of the Norwegian team, and finally turned left into an alley. The shine of the street lamps ended shortly behind the sidewalk, and while the next one was visible in the distance where the alley crossed into another street again, there was a sizable patch of darkness between them. Sander's feet felt clumsy and unwieldy on the cracked pavement as he stumbled along, leaning into the touch of the other guy to his right for support. His hand was still resting around Sander's hips, and he only had to budge a little to push him against the wall of the building.

"You can really pack those shots away", he smiled. Out in the cold, clean air, his breath sent no more tingles down Sander's spine. He tried to turn away from the wave of sour alcohol breath but was too late. His kiss was heavy, his tongue a shapeless lump in Sander's mouth.

"I should go back," he gasped when the other retreated, hating how breathless and small his voice sounded in the dark. All of the excitement of his buzz had vanished, and only the alcohol remained like lead in his limbs.

"What? Now? When it's just getting good?" the guy mumbled against Sander's skin as his mouth wandered down his neck. His stubble scratched like sandpaper.

"No! Let g…" The hand clamped over Sander's mouth like a vice, pressing the back of his head hard against the rough surface of the wall.

"No?" the guy snarled, grabbed Sander's hand, and slammed it hard against the wall. A wave of pain and fear broke over Sander at the realisation how little he could do against the strength of this stranger.

"No? After all this you want to pull out?"

"Hey!"

The cone of a cellphone's flashlight landed on them, and the guy startled. It was enough for Sander to push him away, and stumble two steps out of his reach. He coughed, sucking the cold air deep into his lungs.

"Get the fuck away from him!"

The cone of light became bigger and blinded Sander.

"This doesn't concern you," the stranger from the bar growled. "Move on!"

"The fuck it does!" the other man barked, and Sander's stomach seemed to fall out under his feet as he realised who it was. Before the other guy could react, Henrik shoved him hard.

"I said: Get the fuck away from him! Do you even know how old he is?"

The other guy laughed roughly, and with rising dread Sander watched as he squared up against Henrik. "He's of age, don't worry."

"Congratulations, that elevates you from disgusting creep to just creep," Henrik snapped, and shoved him again. "Now get lost."

The light from the phone wobbled as Henrik got shoved in return. "You don't want to try me," the man snarled.

Sander took a step forward, trying to move in before the other could lunge at Henrik but Henrik was faster. The punch was swift and came without any warning, the crunching noise under the slap of skin meeting skin so disgusting that Sander felt like throwing up instantly. The other guy stumbled, his knees buckling under his weight. No sound came from him except a loud gasp as he staggered against the wall.

Henrik on the other hand was much louder. "Fuck!" he yelled, and furiously shook his hand. "Fucking hell, that hurts like shit!" Still swearing he raised the phone in his other hand, and shone the light into the face of the stranger. Blood was gushing from his nose, and the look in his eyes was pure bewilderment.

"You don't want to try me!" Henrik spat, grabbed Sander's hand, and pulled him towards the street.

He did not dare to pull out of his grasp as they walked under the street lamps of the main street, approaching the centre of the town with all the hotels and bars. Henrik eventually stopped on his own, let go of Sander, and for a while he clenched and unclenched his bruised hand while his gaze darted up and down the road. Eventually, he took a deep breath, looked up towards the lamp, and stared at his phone for a moment before he switched off the flashlight. Only then did he remember who was standing next to him.

"You fucking idiot!" he said to Sander with cold anger in his voice, and the same irritation in his eyes as yesterday. "You lot really does get dumber with every year."

Sander pressed his lips together. Somewhere in the back of his head, buried under the alcohol and the adrenaline and the feeling of utter humiliation, was a small, sensible voice that tried to explain all the ways he was in the wrong, and supposed to thank Henrik, and go to bed without further discussion.

"I had it under control," he grumbled, and walked away.

"As if!" Henrik laughed joylessly, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "What would have happened had I not gone for a short jogging round before bed? What would have happened had I not recognised the patch on your jacket from the stairs to the hotel?" He slapped his palm against the logo of Ski Norge, and Sander impatiently rolled his shoulder back.

"I had it under control!" he yelled in Henrik's face, his cheeks burning, and tears stinging in the corners of his eyes.

Henrik blinked in amazement. Then, he took a step forward, and sniffed the air around Sander.

"You fucking idiot pound back Slivovitz twelve hours before a race?" He grabbed his arm again, and shook him hard. "I'm serious, is there something wrong with you? Do you start in the special category when you're not crashing out in the World Cup?"

"Leave me alone!" Sander yelled, hating how close his voice sounded to tears. He turned around again, and this time Henrik did not stop him when he dashed away but followed closely on his foot. For a while he did not say anything, until:

"Here! Take these!"

Sander looked down at the open palm of Henrik.

"If any coach is still up and smells you like this, you will walk back to Oslo and never start in another FIS race in your life."

Sander frowned. Reluctantly, he grabbed the two mints from Henrik, and shoved them between his teeth.

"Walk upright," Henrik continued, as if Sander had not been doing it the entire time. "Don't talk to anyone, and brush your teeth once you're in your…"

"Hey, Sander!"

They stopped, and turned around.

Timon wheezed when he came to a stop beside them. "Sorry, we didn't know where you were. We thought you'd left with that other guy…" Timon kept panting while Clément also caught up to them.

"Not that I'm not happy for you but I was kinda looking forward to that beer," he said, much less out of breath than Timon.

"Sorry," Sander muttered, painfully aware of his breath coming out of his mouth in white clouds. "I just needed fresh air."

Clément shrugged. "Eh, I'm just joking. I hate beer, and the wine here is virtually undrinkable." With a smile, he turned to Henrik. "Hi."

Henrik looked at him and Timon with a surly look. Without another word, he turned on his heel, and jogged away.

"Okay…," Clément muttered, and rolled his eyes. "He definitely is in a mood, huh?"

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Timon groaned, and linked arms with Sander. "Please don't tell Atle or Lucas about this part of the evening."

"What? Why?" Sander asked, turning his head hastily towards the ground. Slowly they walked along the rows of hotels and restaurants. Their hotel was coming closer now, the neon lights shining only a few metres away.

"Atle was sure he'd try to corner you somehow. He said I would have to protect you. I didn't believe him but he was right. I hope he didn't impart his wisdom on you for too long."

"Next time pretend to get a call," Clément threw in.

Sander stared at his feet moving one step after the other on the frozen street. He shrugged.

"It wasn't that bad," he said.

Epilogue:

Even though the place was a massive block of glass and air, Norway’s skiing team brought the capacity of the lobby at its limit. Everyone dutifully wore the new polo with next season’s design, as instructed by the marketing team. Soon they would disperse to the various studios for the photo shootings but for the time being they were forced to wait. Most of them were clustered around the big couch that was fully occupied by Kristin and Lucas and their outstretched legs with the clunky splints around the knees. Sander kept fidgeting with the collar of his shirt even as he approached the corner at the far end of the lobby, the only place that allowed a glimpse around the neighbouring building and the harbour behind it. Henrik did not stop scrolling through his phone while Sander fought with himself, and only looked up when he cleared his throat.

“I…” Sander began before his voice gave out. He had often thought about this moment. Not about the one back in spring, that one was locked deep away in his heart, but he had something to make up for after all. And so, here he was. “I wanted to thank you.”

Henrik raised his eyebrows over his high forehead that his wispy bangs could not hide.

“For…Slovenia,” Sander added, his voice barely faltering, his mind not going back to that night and the feeling of sharp pain in his hand, the helplessness...

Henrik mustered him for a moment, a slight frown on his face. Then, he nodded, and went right back to his phone.

Sander took a deep breath, the another. He hesitated. “So…you and Hirscher?”

Henrik chuckled. “No,” he said.

“I mean…”

“It’s me and Van Deer,” Henrik interrupted him. “Difference.”

“Sure.”

An exasperated groan escaped Henrik’s lips as he looked up from his phone again. “Did McGrath send you? That little gossipy bitch! Why doesn’t he pester Haugan?”

“He didn’t,” Sander hurried to say. “I was just trying to make conversation.”

Henrik paused. “Oh.”

They wallowed in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.

“You know, if you’re interested…” Henrik eventually began, and trailed off with a shrug.

Sander shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m good. For now.”

“Okay. Your loss.”

Sander pressed his lips to a thin smile. He looked over his shoulder, then back to Henrik. “Okay. See you around.”

“See you,” Henrik muttered to his phone.

Lucas, Atle and Timon were not even pretending not to have watched Sander’s exchange with Henrik with unashamed curiosity. He did not say anything when he joined them by the couch.

Lucas began first. He turned around as far as his stretched leg allowed. “Timon, could you please come here and bend down so I can hit you?”

Timon snorted, and took a step back from the couch. One second later, he doubled over with a hiss, and clutched his upper arm where Atle had boxed him.

“That’s for leaving Sander with Henrik in Kranjska Gora,” Lucas said.

“I told you I’m sorry. It was just five minutes.”

“A lot can happen in five minutes,” Atle said, his voice dripping with reproach. He turned to Sander. “We should have never left you alone. It’ll be better next season, I promise.”

Sander laughed. It came easy, now that he had done his duty. Now that he never had to think back to that night again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Henrik and I are cool.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and grinned at them.  Atle blinked at him with wide eyes for a moment, before:

“Ow fuck!,” Timon yowled.

[itsallyscorner]

I was wondering if you can write something about reader x marvel cast where they go on the tour bus with James Corden. Maybe reader is dating a costar (you can choose who)

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We Are Avengers

Pairing: Marvel cast x reader, Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Summary: Basically what happens during James Corden’s Star Star Tour😌

Warnings: None :)

Hello darling, thank you for the request! I apologize that it took so long for me to write, but I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been lacking motivation in general. But thank you so much for this request, it gave me the chance to rewatch one of my favorite Marvel cast videos so thank you for that as well, it never fails to make me smile. I hope you don’t mind that I chose Seb as the co-star you’re dating! Also, yes, I know I’ve been writing a lot of headcanons but writing this as a headcanon seems like the best way to write it for me😭 I’m gonna add in some pictures that the cast took with their disposable cameras, so enjoy😉

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When it was mentioned that you and some other members of the Infinity War cast were going to be on James Corden, you were very excited.

You enjoyed making appearances on late night talk shows; Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel—they were always fun to be on. Though you’ve always loved making appearances on James Corden’s show.

When you first heard about being on The Late Late Show, you were expecting to do a typical interview in the studio that would lead to playing a game later on in the show.

What you didn’t expect was to be led out to the parking lot with the rest of the cast, only to be greeted by a double decker bus with James’ face plastered alongside it.

At first you were all a bit confused but one of the producers came up to you all and explained the segment you were all filming.

Everyone was buzzing with exhilaration waiting to get on the bus. One by one you were called up, you being paired with Sebastian.

Wait, he would make you go up the stairs first so he can stay behind you, making sure you don’t fall. Omg and he would place his hand on your lower back too😭🥺

“Wow—Marvel’s own power couple, it’s such an honor to have you both on here. Thank you for coming!” James greeted the both of you. Partially acting because the cameras were rolling.

You and Sebastian beamed at him, proud of the title the fans and your cast mates have given you both over the years. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, James.”

James gives you both your name tags, pausing mid way while he was handing Seb his. James’ gaze shifts between you and Seb, “I’m sorry, you’re just both so beautiful.”

Seb bashfully thanks him, pulling you towards the seats, as you giggle behind him.

You and Seb sit towards the back, behind Don and Tom.

You all sit tight, talking amongst yourselves as you wait for the bus to start. In the seats were disposable cameras and some Late Late Show merch.

The bus hasn’t started driving yet, but you were all having too much fun with the disposable cameras.

Everyone was just taking pictures of each other. You and Seb took a couple selfies and some stolen shots of the others, mostly Anthony.

You even got a cute shot of Don and Tom:

Yes I know they used disposable cameras but I decided to tie in my ‘Polaroid’ series into this even though they’re not using Polaroids—just go with it😭

Being the more social one in the relationship, you were going up and down the aisle talking to everyone.

Seb stayed towards the back with Anthony and Winston. While you were at the front talking to Lizzie and Chris.

Being sad when you were all told to go sit down because you had to leave Lizzie.

Though it probably wasn’t shown in the video, I just KNOW that the filming for this segment was chaotic as fuck.

Chaotic in a good way.

But the whole bus was loud I just know it.

You could hear Mackie across from you talking loudly and laughing that contagious laugh of his.

You, Lizzie, Pom, and Zoe attempting to talk to each other from different spots on the bus over everyone else’s voice.

Chris and Paul can also be heard laughing all the way from the back.

James feeling like a parent because it felt like he was babysitting a bunch of toddlers.

The whole thing was freaking chaotic from the start, I mean ya’ll started the ‘tour’ with Benedict and Chris rubbing sunscreen on James’ legs.

Everyone passing around the sunscreen after, because it was sunny as hell and no one thought of wearing sunscreen.

Seb being a cheeky asshole and ‘accidentally’ smearing sunscreen across your face.

“Sebastian!” You gasped before a flash of light went off on you. When your eyes recovered from the flash you see Seb holding up a camera at you, snickering to himself.

James began to act as your guide, pointing out things like a coffee shop and explaining what it is.

All of you being childish and pretending to not know what a coffee shop or what a line is.

Laughing at Don when he got out of his seat and took a picture of the coffee shop. Like how he got into an over exaggerated position just to take a picture was funny.

Everyone being childish and acting as actual tourist in Los Angeles. Like pointing things out and asking about them or taking pictures of literally everything you drove by.

When Reggie Watts began that sing along thing everyone joined in, bopping and dancing along to the beat.

Like you guys are just having a really great time, happy to be in each other’s presence.

You could hear Sebby singing along to Reggie beside you, and you couldn’t help but just adore him singing and having fun.

He’d notice your stare, he may have had sunglasses on, but you could see the crinkle of his eyes from behind his sunglasses as he smiled at you.

“Na, na, na, na, na, na!” Seb repeated, leaning towards you to press a kiss on your temple.

Throughout the whole ride, he’d have his arm along the back of your seat or have it across your lap.

After the sing along, James went back to acting as a tour guide. He pointed to a red building—whatever it was—and deemed it as “Barbra Streisand’s holiday home”.

Josh Brolin, who was sat along at the back of the deck, raised his hand. “Excuse me! I—uh don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Can I use the bathroom?”

James pretending to cringe and telling him that in order to use the bathroom you have to be in three or more Marvel movies to use the bathroom—end credits don’t count.

Everyone being childish once again and yelling “OHHHHHHH!” Like a bunch of school kids.

James points to Tom, “Tom Hiddleston do you need the bathroom?”

Tom, with his soft voice and a small shrug says, “I’m actually okay!”

James then points to you and Seb, “My lovebirds at the back, Sebastian, (Y/n), do either of you need the bathroom?”

You and Seb glance at each other, “Nah we’re good.” Your boyfriend answers.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom before we came here.” You look behind your shoulder at Josh, a smug expression on your face, “Unlike some people.”

Josh flipping you off while everyone laughs at him.

Since Anthony and Seb aren’t sitting together, I just know that Anthony would be yelling at Seb from across the bus to get his attention.

No seriously, I saw them in the background of the video and even heard Mackie yelling lmao😭😂

“(Y/n) call Sebastian!” Anthony yelled at you from across the bus, pointing to the man beside you with a grin on his face.

You chuckle and nudge Seb, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”

Seb would shake his head at you and turn his attention to Anthony; who just wanted to take a picture of Seb from his side of the bus.

James trying to get spoilers out of all of you but thankfully you all aren’t Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo.

“Does anyone on this bus die in the next Avengers?” James asked. Suddenly you were all quiet, not a word coming out of any of you.

Until Paul began to scream his infamous line, “snITCHES END UP IN DITCHES!”

Getting confused when James suddenly asked the bus to stop and ran off the bus.

Next thing you know, you’re all hopping off the bus and walking into a comic store with a Spider-Man statue at the front.

Seb motioned to the statue and looked back and Anthony, “We gotta get a picture with that.”

Anthony instantly agreeing—he was willing to do anything to tease Tom Holland.

Seb’s not that huge with PDA, but he always needs to be touching you. So he’ll be interlocking your hands with his the moment you walk off the bus and all the way into the comic store.

Feeling thrilled to surprise the people who were shopping at the store.

You all walked around, mingled with some fans, taking selfies with them, and signed a few things.

You were looking at some Funko Pops with Lizzie when you felt a small tap on your leg.

You looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with wide eyes full of admiration. In her tiny hands was a Funko Pop of your character.

You and Lizzie instantly coo at the toddler, crouching down to her level so you can talk.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You greet her, taken back when she suddenly wraps her arms around you into a hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around her small figure and hugging her back.

“I love you so much!” She squeals into your ear, arms tightening around you. Your heart swelled as she excitedly babbled about how much she loved your character and how you were her favorite.

“I love you too! Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!” You decide to carry the toddler, who you later learned was named Lila. Her parents scolded her for distracting you from the other fans in the store, but you brushed them off, your attention focused on your tiny fan.

You carried her around while you met other fans and signed more comic books and merch.

You even introduced her to your other cast mates.

Sebastian’s heart absolutely melting at the sight of you with a baby.

Homie wants to wife you up one day and seeing you with a baby made his baby fever sky rocket.

“Lila, this is Sebastian! You know who he plays right?” You ask the toddler in your arms. Sebastian ducking a bit so he could hear her over the commotion in the store.

“Yeah, he’s the wiener soldier!” She replied. Both you and Seb had to hold back your laughs at her answer.

Lila bragging about how she loves you more than Sebastian.

Seb having to agree because he doesn’t wanna make a toddler cry.

Before you all left, you took pictures with Lila and her parents and signed a bunch of her merch.

^ the boys got their picture.

You guys get back on the bus only to come back to rolls of paper under your seats.

You all sang the “Avengers” song, singing screaming the lyrics dramatically.

Don and Anthony bringing on the vocals.

Before you guys get off the bus you all take a selfie together.

Leaving Chris Hemsworth on the bus and walking off the bus with your heart all warm and fuzzy because you had an amazing time with your boyfriend and your friends :)

This is so long holy shit

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[jessybarnes]

Lubirea Vieții Mele

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan 

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: Angst, smut, fluff, panic attacks, drinking, crying, emotions, not feeling good enough, implied self-harm, puking, language, drunk dialing, drunk confessions, cuddling, yelling, making out, daddy kink, thigh riding, praise kink, hair pulling, biting, oral sex, deep throating, cum swallowing, anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, cumming hands-free, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5,843

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

A/N: Lubirea Vieții Mele is Romanian and it translates to Love of my Life.

Movie premieres are nothing new to Sebastian. He's attended so many that he can pretty much map out exactly how the night will go.

First, he'll dress up in a fancy suit, primp his hair, cologne, you know, the whole nine yards. Next comes the red carpet. That's the fun part. To someone who's never been to a red carpet event, well, it can be a bit overwhelming. Hundreds of camera flashes, people yelling your name, crowds, and not to mention the interviews where they ask the same five questions over and over. After all of that is over, then he'll finally get to sit down, relax next to his co-stars, and watch what they've worked so hard to create. 

Those eyes. 

That's where he is, now. Sitting in a dark theater sharing a large bowl of popcorn with Chris Evans.

Sebastian has sat next to him plenty of times. Interviews, on set, car rides, you name it he's done it. This was different though. This is the premiere of Avengers Endgame.

They've worked for ten years to get to this moment and now that it's finally here, he's honestly miserable. Not because he isn't proud of what they've accomplished, but because he won't get to see those bright blue eyes every morning anymore. 

They always make his heart seize in his chest when they looked into his own.

He's imagined them in so many ways, so many carnal ways, that he's thankful no one can read his thoughts.

He shouldn't be thinking about Chris on his knees looking up at him through those perfectly long lashes as he takes his cock down his throat. He shouldn't picture himself laying on his back, knees pushed to his chest as Chris looks down at him with lust-blown pupils while he fucks him slow and deep. 

He's not even paying attention to the movie. How can he when the most beautiful person in the world is sitting right next to him?

Sebastian studies Chris, takes his time to memorize everything about him. The way the beautiful features of his face light up from the brightness of the movie screen, how his long eyelashes barely brush his cheeks every time he blinks, and the way his tongue flicks over his lips that glisten from the buttery popcorn.

Sebastian’s instantly thankful he's holding the bucket in his lap because the longer he looks at Chris the tighter his suit pants get. 

His resolve is slowly dwindling with every thought. It's too much, he's too much and also not enough.

He can kiss him right now if he wants to. Reach over, turn Chris’s face with his fingers, and close the short distance easily. It's dark enough and no one is seated behind them so they'll be unseen.

Except Chris isn't interested in him. Not like that anyway and that's when the thought of never being able to be with him intimately finally sinks in. 

Sebastian takes in a sharp,  shaky breath and closes his eyes to keep his tears at bay. He brings one of his hands to his lips, biting down on one of his knuckles to stifle the sound of a soft sob that escapes his mouth.

A hand on his knee makes him nearly jump out of his skin. Chris is staring at him now, concern in his eyes and the intensity of his gaze is his undoing. Sebastian has to leave. He has to get out of here or he's going to break down.

"Seb? Hey, man what's wrong?"

He grits his teeth and shakes his head, a string of tears slide down onto the lapel of his jacket.

"I-I-I gotta go…I’m sorry I-I can't…" 

He shoves the popcorn bucket into Chris’s lap and practically runs to the exit. He can barely see through his teary vision, but eventually, he makes it to the back alley of the building, surprisingly without being stopped by anyone.

His whole body shakes as he slides down the concrete wall. Every emotion, every feeling, every moment he's ever spent with Chris is hitting him all at once and it's suffocating. Sebastian finally lets the dam break, gasping for breath and loudly sobbing into his shaking hands. 

The sound of Chris’s voice calling his name only makes him cry louder because, of course, he came after him. The sound of his dress shoes on the asphalt gets closer and soon that smooth, deep voice speaks his name so softly it physically hurts.

"Sebastian?…", one of his large hands begins to rub his bicep in consolation. "Shh, hey… listen to me, okay? You're gonna hyperventilate if you keep breathin' like that."

Chris gently grabs one of Sebastian’s hands and places it over his heart, the action pulls another loud sob from his throat.

"Breathe with me ...c'mon …in, hold for two, and out. That's it. In, hold for two, and out. Match my breathing, Seb. Again...good job. You're doin' so good." 

He isn't sure how long they sit there, but eventually, Sebastian is able to calm down enough to open his eyes.

Chris still has his hand pressed to his chest, the steady beat of his heart keeping him grounded.

"You're okay. Shh...I've got you."

Sebastian looks up at him and shakes his head.

"You don't though…Not when I- you won't…fuck..."

Chris gives him a confused look. "Sebastian, you have to know by now that I'll always be here for you. I'll help you with anyt-" 

Sebastian doesn't let him finish, and instead pushes himself up to stand on wobbly legs.

"You can't h-help me with this, Chris." His voice is just above a whisper. "I wish, goddammit, I fuckin' wish you could, but you can't."

Chris takes a step towards him, and he takes a step back. "Don't…"

A look of hurt flashes in his eyes, and it kills Sebastian to see it. He never wants to be the cause of hurting him, but it's either this or a ruined friendship. He can't lose him so he goes with the lesser of the two evils.

"Sebastian, please. Talk to me."

"I can't, Chris." His voice is laced with sorrow and pain. "I can't because I'll ruin everything." 

He doesn't give Chris a chance to respond. If he looks at him for one more second the walls around his heart will crumble like a house of cards.

Sebastian hates leaving him like this, standing here with a helpless look on his face, but he has to go home. He needs alcohol, lots of alcohol, to numb him from this heartbreak.

Chris must have texted and called him a hundred times, but his efforts go unanswered. The attempts finally stop around eleven at night.

Sebastian, however, is working on his third bottle of wine. He wishes he had something stronger, but going to the liquor store drunk sounds like a terrible idea. 

About halfway through his fourth glass, the screen on his phone lights up. He types in his passcode and finally reads all the messages from Chris.

Sober him would have just deleted them, but that ship sailed about half a bottle ago. He scans the last few texts and swallows the lump in his throat. 

Sebastian chugs the rest of his glass and licks his lips. He really shouldn't do this. It's nearly midnight, he's shit-faced drunk, and emotional. All of which were the same reasons why he hits the call button.

It rings three times before a sleepy Chris answers, his gruff voice sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock.

"M'hello?"

Sebastian takes another swig from the wine bottle.

"Chris? 'S um…'S me, Sebastian."

There's shuffling and the sound of Dodger shaking his head back and forth before he responds.

"It's good to finally hear from you, man. You okay?" 

Sebastian giggles, his arm accidentally knocking the bottle over. "Aw, fuck. W'gon drink that. Chris! D'you have wine? Should brin m'some"

Chris sighs. "Seb, I think you've had enough to drink. You should go lay down."

"No! Nuh-uh...s'not gon happen. Know why? 'Cause I always think 'bout you."

Chris is wide awake now. Did he hear that right?

"Me? You think about me? What do you mean?"

Sebastian huffs impatiently.

"S'always you, Chris. Mmm you're," He clears his throat. "'S'hot...so hot an I have been I'love with you for so long. S'hard not to touch an kiss you. I um… wanted t'kiss you in the theater t'night but ‘m scared you hate me."

Chris’s whole body freezes. He… Sebastian loves him? Realization hits him like a freight train. The intense looks, the lingering touches, the way Seb always goes out of his way to make him happy even if it doesn't benefit him. It all makes sense now.

He finally understands why Sebastian was so upset at the premiere, why he left him standing in a dark alleyway. 

Soft cries bring him back to the current moment and his heart clenches painfully in his chest.

"Sebastian, hey, no, no, no, don't do that. Please don't cry. I don't want you to cry over this, over me. You deserve someone better."

"'S'no one els'I want."

Chris swallows thickly. "Sebastian I-"

He cuts him off, beginning to cry louder. "You don' wan' me. M'not good enough…’m no fucking good enough!"

Chris jumps at the sound of glass breaking, his heart rate doubling in speed in fear of Seb hurting himself.

"Sebastian! Hey! Hey, listen to me, okay? I'm coming over. I'm coming to see you, alright? Don't move. Give me fifteen minutes." 

Chris quickly takes Dodger out to use the bathroom and feeds him before speeding across town to Sebastian’s apartment. He locks his car and runs upstairs to the third floor. He's instantly grateful he's been entrusted with the spare key.

Swinging open the door, he sees three empty bottles, one of which is shattered on the floor. Chris doesn't see any blood though and immediately breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of an unharmed Sebastian slumped against the wall of his kitchen.

He approaches him slowly like he's a scared animal about to flee.

"Hey, Seb. It's me. It's Chris. Come on, let's go get you cleaned up, yeah?" 

Sebastian gives him a lopsided smile, reaching up at him with grabby hands.

"S'you! M'so happy to see you an y'beautiful face!"

Chris pulls him up and steadies him on his feet.

"It's good to see you too, buddy. C'mon, let's get this suit off you."

He leads a very drunk Sebastian to his room, sits him on the edge of his bed, and kneels in front of him on the floor.

"Mmm, you gon' take m'clothes off?"

Chris lets out a breathy laugh. "I am. But no funny business, alright? We're gonna get you into some comfy clothes so you can get some sleep."

Sebastian pouts. "Tha's no fun! Wan' feel you an kiss you an," he whispers the next two words like he's trying to keep them a secret. "Have sex!" 

Chris cups Sebastian’s face between his large hands, a serious look in his eyes.

"Sebastian, listen to me, honey. You're drunk. Way too drunk to consent. I won't take advantage of you."

It's almost comical the way he crosses his arms and huffs.

"You jus' don' want me. M'ugly an' no' good enough."

Chris knows he won't get through to him like this. There's only one thing he can think of to do to make him listen.

"Sebastian, look at me. You are not ugly. The furthest from it."

He moves the pads of his thumbs underneath his puffy red eyes, the tear tracks make Chris’s heart ache. "You are," he brings his lips so close to Sebastian’s that he can feel his ragged breathing fanning against his own. "More than good enough for me."

As gently as he can, Chris presses their mouths together. Sebastian tastes like sangria and salty tears and all Chris wants to do is take him into his arms and kiss his pain away.

Sebastian whimpers and tries desperately to pull him closer, but Chris knows if he doesn't stop now the tether of his self-control will snap.

He reluctantly pulls away and smiles softly when Sebastian chases after his lips.

"You gonna let me take care of you now?"

Sebastian nods, "'s'nice of you."

Chris stands up and goes to Sebastian’s dresser, rummaging through his drawers before finding some sweats and a plain white tee.

"Alright, buddy, let's stand up so I can take off that suit jacket."

As soon as he brings Sebastian to his feet he can tell by the look on his face that he doesn't feel good.

He pushes Chris out of his way and stumbles to his ensuite bathroom barely making it to the toilet before spilling the contents of his stomach. 

Chris gets down on the floor next to him and begins smoothing a hand down his back to try and soothe him.

"It's okay, Sebastian...that's it, let it all out. There we go…shh…you're okay I've got you."

A few more minutes tick by before he physically has nothing else in his system to throw up. Sebastian groans and flushes the toilet with a shaky hand.

"’ M sorry."

Chris gently guides him to rest against the bathtub before wetting a nearby washcloth with cool water. He gingerly starts wiping it all over Sebastian’s head and neck.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Seb."

He discards the cloth in the tub and stands to fill the glass on his sink with some water.

"Hey," Chris runs his fingers through Sebastian’s sweaty hair to get his attention. "Can you drink a little water for me?"

The brunette nods and parts his lips slightly making Chris chuckle.

"Slow sips alright?" He tilts the glass against Sebastian’s partly opened mouth. "Don't chug it, okay? That's it…good." 

He helps Sebastian rinse his mouth out with some Listerine and even though it took a few minutes, he was finally able to get him in the clothes he laid out.

It's nearly one-thirty in the morning when he successfully tucks Sebastian into bed. Chris watches him breathe for a little bit. He looks so peaceful like this, like he has no pain.

Chris allows his brain to process everything that's happened over the last hour. His best friend is in love with him, no, not only is he in love with him, but he's also suppressed it for so long that it's taken a major toll on him.

Chris hates that Sebastian had to go through that. He even blames himself a little for not noticing sooner. 

Chris sighed, standing up from the edge of the bed to go and clean the mess in the kitchen. It was the least he could do.

He barely made it across the room before Sebastian’s voice made him stop in his tracks.

"No! Please…don' go."

He let out a broken sob and Chris’s expression softened.

"Shh, Sebastian…"

He walked back to him and crouched down to look into his eyes.

"Hey, no, no, no...don't cry, sweetheart. I'm not leavin' I'm just goin' to clean the mess in the kitchen, okay? I'll be right back, I promise."

Sebastian shook his head, his bottom lip quivering uncontrollably. "'S'not true. M'not worthy o'love…you'll leave me or find someone better. Jus' like ev'ryone else." 

Chris’s heart shattered. How could anyone hurt this man? Sebastian was this pure sweet soul who would do absolutely anything to make someone smile.

He wouldn't hesitate to give the shirt off his back just so someone else wouldn't have to go without. He was a beautiful, giving, passionate man who had, unfortunately, been taken advantage of one too many times.

Chris made a decision. He didn't have to think twice about it. He would do anything and everything in his power to make sure Sebastian’s heart never broke again. 

Ten minutes later, Sebastian was snoring softly nuzzled into the crook of Chris’s neck. 

"Sebastian, don't say that. Shh… I'm not goin' anywhere, okay? I'll stay. I'll clean the kitchen for you tomorrow, sweetheart. Please don't cry. You're too pretty to cry."

Chris stripped down to his boxers and slid beneath the covers, gently wrapping Sebastian in a comforting embrace. He swallowed the lump in his throat at the feeling of Sebastian’s arms clinging to him as if he'd disappear.

"Don' leave me…please don' let go…"

Chris pulled him flush against his body, resting his chin on top of his head as he softly hummed to try and comfort him.

"Shh, I'm right here, honey. Close those eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be right here when you wake up." 

He listened to his steady breathing, letting the feeling of his body against his lull him to sleep. 

Sebastian felt awful. His head was throbbing, his mouth was dry, and his eyes burned.

It took him a moment to realize where he was. He was definitely in his bed, there was no mistaking that, but he wasn't alone. Soft breaths fanned along the back of his neck and there was a pair of arms wrapped loosely around his torso.

He blinked a few times to adjust to the sun's rays peeking through the curtains and looked down.

He immediately stopped breathing, his eyes going wide with panic. He knew those hands, those were Chris’s hands.

Oh, god, oh no, oh no, what did he do?

Sebastian carefully freed himself from Chris’s arms and sat up. He ran through yesterday's events, piecing together everything as best as he could.

He remembered the movie premiere, how he got overwhelmed and had a panic attack in the back alley. Chris had comforted him, but he'd pushed him away.

Then what? C'mon Sebastian think!

Oh, yeah, he'd had a lot to drink and, oh god, he called Chris. Shit, did he confess that he loved him? God, he hoped not. He must have said something to get Chris to come over, but he couldn't remember.

He had clothes on, so they didn't fuck, right? He'd at least want to remember the first time they did that together if it ever happened. 

Chris began to stir and a new wave of panic shot through his body like a bullet. He scooted to the opposite end of the bed, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes.

"Seb? Hey," Chris's thick fingers gripped his thigh, "how ya feelin'?"

Sebastian let out a shaky sigh. "Like I fucked up."

Chris sat up and attempted to pull Sebastian back into his arms. "You didn't fuck up. Not at all. Come here."

His breathing was becoming erratic again and he could feel his throat beginning to tighten. Sebastian stood up, hands coming up to grab fistfuls of his hair.

"I-I don't remember what I...FUCK! What did I do?" 

Chris watched as he began to pace, finally getting up to calm him down. "Seb, you gotta stop. Just listen to m-"

Sebastian stopped pacing and faced away from him, his forehead resting against the white wall.

"M'so stupid...so fucking STUPID!"

Chris jumped at the sound of his fist hitting the hard surface.

"Sebastian! Stop! Just please listen to me."

He grabbed Sebastian’s arm and spun him around, trapping him with his body. Chris’s arms caged him in, his eyes finding a shocked expression on the other man's face.

"Listen to me, okay? Can you do that?"

Sebastian nodded.

"You are not stupid, you didn't do anything wrong, and nothing went further than first base, alright? I'll start from the beginning. You called me absolutely plastered and we talked for a little bit. You got upset and broke a wine bottle so I came over to make sure you were okay. I brought you in here and planned on getting you comfortable, but you got sick. I took care of you, helped you clean up, and got you into bed. I fully intended on taking the couch, but you were insistent on me staying. I hate seeing you cry, Sebastian. I couldn't leave you, even if it was just 'drunk you' talking. Now we're here, and I'm not mad or inconvenienced in any way, alright?" 

Sebastian’s mind reeled as he tried to comprehend everything Chris was telling him. He felt horrible that he'd got so carried away, even if he was glad the love of his life was practically holding him against the wall.

Then it hit him, Chris just said they hadn't gone further than first base. First base?!

"Wha- I… we… did I-?"

He couldn't form a coherent sentence, his brain becoming fuzzy all of a sudden. Chris moved his right hand to Sebastian’s cheek, his fingers slotting perfectly behind his ear. They were so close now, emotionally bare to one another, and it was the most intimate moment of his life.

Sebastian closed his eyes and let himself lean into the touch, he allowed his body to soak in everything Chris was giving him because he may never get another chance. 

"Sebastian, look at me."

He shook his head no and kept his eyes shut. He knew if he opened them, if he looked into those beautiful baby blues, he'd lose it.

"Sweetheart, please? I want you to look at me when I do this…I wanna see those eyes."

Sebastian took a slow shaky breath and finally looked at Chris. The emotions he saw made his breath hitch, the guilt, the pain, and was…was that lust? 

"You're so beautiful", he breathed.

Chris studied him, took his time to capture every detail of Sebastian’s face. The thin wrinkles in his forehead that only surfaced when he was anxious or angry, the tiny lines on either side of his eyes that became more defined when he laughed.

His laugh, the one thing Chris considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes wide and sparkling with unshed tears. A few stray teardrops collected on a couple of Sebastian’s eyelashes, and all he wanted to do was wipe them away.

Finally, his gaze settled on his lips. They were chapped, an almost rosy color, that made Chris realize he never wanted to kiss anyone else ever again. Not when the most precious human being was right in front of him. 

Chris dipped his head and pulled him into another kiss. One of his hands threaded through Sebastian’s short brown locks, while the other slid under the hem of his shirt. The warm touch of Chris's fingers caused him to shiver and release a breathy moan. 

Chris closed the distance, pushing his nearly naked body against Sebastian’s in a heated kiss. He poured everything he had into this moment, all of his hopes, dreams, and love into his lips as he explored the brunette's mouth.

As much as he wanted to drown in Sebastian’s taste, completely lose himself in him, Chris knew he had to gauge his reaction. Reluctantly, he pulled back, but only far enough to see the questioning look in Sebastian’s eyes.

"Chris? A-Are you...are y-"

Another kiss silenced Sebastian before he could finish. "Do you want this, Seb? Do you want me?"

He looked at Chris like the answer was obvious.

"Yes, but you don-"

The third kiss to his lips made Sebastian’s mind go blank. "Don't worry about me, I know what I want."

Chris gave an experimental roll of his hips and Sebastian nearly came in his sweat pants at the feeling of Chris’s clothed cock against his own.

"Tell me to stop and I will, okay?"

"Okay", Sebastian whispered. 

Chris kicked his feet apart gently and slid his knee between Sebastian’s, giving his leaking cock some much-needed friction.

"Oh, fuck… Ch-Chris…"

The blonde nipped at the skin of his jaw playfully, swiping the short stubble with his tongue.

"Tell me what you need, sugar. Can feel you, baby…how hard you are for me. Bet your dick is so pretty. S'gotta be. All of you is gorgeous, Seb…so fuckin' perfect."

Sebastian couldn't think straight, let alone process all the filthy things Chris was saying to him. The fact he found pleasure in his body at all was a wet dream come true.

"Need you, oh shit, please!" 

"Mmm," Chris wrapped his hands around the back of Sebastian’s thighs, lifting him easily, and carried him back to his bed. He sat on the edge, bringing Sebastian down to straddle one of his thick thighs.

"Gonna have to be more specific, sweetheart. Use your words."

Chris was enamored by him, all flushed, practically panting with need, and he'd barely touched him.

"W-Wanna feel your mouth on me. Wanna cum down your throat, and feel you inside me. Want you to fill me up, Daddy." 

Chris’s eyes darkened, his whole demeanor changing over that one word. "Daddy, hm? Need me to be your Daddy, baby boy? Need me to take care of you?"

Sebastian whimpered. "Oh, god please!"

Chris grabbed the back of his neck and smashed their lips together in a possessive, needy kiss. Their teeth clashed as Chris licked into his mouth.

"Fuck Daddy's thigh, baby. Wanna see you come apart hands-free. Can you do that for me?"

Sebastian whined and licked his lips. "Y-Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy." 

Chris took Sebastian’s shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the other side of the room.

"You're so pretty, sugar. All smooth and toned. C'mon, stand up so Daddy can take your pants off."

He stood on shaky legs and let Chris strip the rest of his clothes off him.

"Oh, baby, you're a goddamn masterpiece. Knew you'd have a pretty cock. So long and thick."

Chris ran the pad of his index finger along the underside of his shaft, collecting a bead of pre-come leaking from his tip.

"Look at you, baby boy." Chris hummed as he licked his finger. " Already so wet for me. I don't even have to lube you up, do I, honey? C'mon, move those hips for me. Make yourself feel good."

Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed as he gripped Chris’s biceps, his nails leaving crescent indents as he began moving his hips back and forth. 

"That's it, sweetheart. So fuckin' sexy…watching you rub that pretty dick on my thigh."

"Daddy!,…feels - oh my goddd - s-so good."

Sebastian was embarrassingly close to cumming and they'd barely started. He couldn't help it, not when Chris was talking to him in that deep authoritative Boston accent, making his body come alive with want.

"Yeah, sugar? You're makin' such a mess, Sebastian. Open your eyes, look here baby," Chris took one of Sebastian’s hands, bringing it down to the large tent in his boxers.

"Feel that? You feel how fucking hard I am? Seein' you fuck yourself, gettin' my thigh all wet, s'takin' all my strength to keep from fuckin' you into your mattress." 

Sebastian made an obscene noise that was borderline pornographic, "Daddy… Daddy I… please can I… ‘m'close."

Chris began kissing him again, swallowing his filthy moans as he aided Sebastian in moving his hips.

"Sweetheart," He spoke against Sebastian’s parted lips. "You're such a good boy, askin' Daddy for permission. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

Sebastian dug his nails into Chris harder and shoved his tongue into his mouth for another desperate kiss. "I-If you'll let me have one, Daddy."

Chris kneaded his right pec with one big hand while the other rolled his left nipple.

"Oh, baby…Daddy's so lucky to have such a good boy. So obedient," he breathed as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. "I know I told you to make a mess on my thigh, but I think you deserve to finish in my mouth. Just like you wanted. You wanna see Daddy choke on that pretty cock?"

Sebastian nearly passed out at those words, his hips stuttering as he let out a choked moan.

"I'll take that as a yes, c'mere sweetheart." 

Chris moved him so he was laying on his back, his legs dangling off the foot of the bed.

"Fuck, Seb…you're a work of art. Just wanna taste every inch of your pretty skin. You ready, baby?"

Sebastian propped himself up on his elbows and nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

Chris peppered kisses up his left thigh and looked into Sebastian’s eyes as he pressed a delicate kiss to the swollen head of his cock.

"D-Daddy…"

Chris splayed his right palm over Sebastian’s abdomen to hold him in place. "Shh, Daddy's got you, sugar. Gonna make you feel real good."

Sebastian tried, he fuckin' tried, to watch Chris take all of his cock down his throat, but his eyes rolled back into his head on their own volition.

He was breathing rapidly, his hands fisting the sheets, and when Chris ran his tongue from root to tip he almost blacked out.

Sebastian watched his dick disappear into his mouth over and over, permanently storing the image in his mind. Chris was drooling and making the filthiest noises, making Sebastian’s legs shake.

"Daddy-daddy-daddy oh-my-god...sh- I… please. Feels so good….so good Daddy! M'close ‘m'gonna… oh fuck!"  

Chris pulled off him, a string of spit still connecting them. "Do it, sweetheart. Cum down Daddy's throat."

He took Sebastian to the hilt, his cock sliding past his gag reflex, and when Chris swallowed around him he cried out.

"Oh, god…DADDY!"

Chris hummed, swallowing everything Sebastian gave him making sure not to miss a drop. 

"Taste so fuckin' sweet, honey."

Chris lifted Sebastian’s hips and placed a pillow underneath them. "Daddy's gonna prep you, okay? Don't wanna hurt you when I fuck that tight little ass of yours."

Chris hovered over him, pushing two fingers into his mouth. "Suck."

Sebastian moaned around his digits, licking and sucking them like it was his last meal.

"That's a good boy. Alright, that's enough. Gonna open you up now. Tell me if it's too much, sweetheart."

Chris circled Sebastian’s rim, slowly pushing a spit-coated finger into him.

"Ohhh, Daddy…"

"Feels good, doesn't it, sugar? You're so tight and warm. Has anyone ever done this to you before? Have you played with this pretty little ass, baby?"

Sebastian shook his head. "N-No, Daddy. Fuck! Just you."

Chris bit his lip and moaned. "God, Seb…you're stunning." He added a second finger and began scissoring them, stretching him slowly.

"Daddy… please ‘m'ready! Please make me yours." 

Chris spit onto his hole and added a third digit. "Just a little more, sweetheart."

Soon, Sebastian was fucking himself on three thick fingers, saying Chris’s name like it was a prayer.

"Okay, baby. You ready for Daddy's thick cock?"

Sebastian whined as his legs were spread wide. "Yes, please, Daddy!"

Chris spit on his hand and pumped himself a few times before resting the head against Sebastian’s entrance.

"Remember to breathe, honey. This is gonna hurt a little."

Ever so slowly, he rolled his hips forward, his dick filling him up inch by inch.

"Ah! Daddy….Daddy, it hurts!"

Chris stopped and leaned down to kiss Sebastian’s lips. "Breathe baby boy…relax, and let the pain turn to pleasure. If it's too much, Daddy can stop."

Sebastian shook his head and wiped at the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. "No, Daddy. Please, please don't stop. ‘M'okay…you can move." 

A couple of minutes later he'd finally bottomed out. Chris hovered over Sebastian, his hands cradling his face while he kissed him passionately.

"You're perfect. Absolutely perfect, Sebastian," he whispered. "Daddy's got the best boy. You fit perfectly around me."

Sebastian wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck. "Please move, Daddy."

Chris nipped at his bottom lip and pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back in.

If Sebastian was loud before, then he was surely waking the dead now. He set a brutal pace, the obscene sound of their skin slapping together, echoing off the walls.

"Shit, sweetheart… God, the way you scream for me is music to my fuckin' ears. Louder, baby. Want everyone on this block to know who makes you feel this good.

"You do, Daddy! OH FUCK! Y-You do…harder please!"

Chris changed his position again. He wrapped a strong arm around his waist and maneuvered them so Sebastian was straddling him. Their bodies became flush against one another as Chris sat up on the foot of the bed.

"Oh, Daddy…'s'deep…’m'so full."

Chris leaned back a little and supported himself with his hands. "Ride me, sugar. Ride Daddy's cock." 

Sebastian whimpered, planting his feet on the comforter, and began moving up and down.

"Daddy! Oh, please… please let me cum again! Wanna feel you too. Want you to fill me up, Daddy…please, please, please!"

Chris sat back up, his fingers gripping Sebastian’s waist so tight he'd surely leave bruises.

"God, sweetheart… you look so beautiful bouncin' on Daddy's cock. ‘M'gonna fill this pretty little ass to the brim. You close too, baby? Gonna paint Daddy's chest with your cum?"

Sebastian nodded. At this point, he didn't even need Chris to touch him. Not when his cock was slamming into his prostate on every other pass.

"Yes, Daddy! Please ‘m'so close! Please can I cum?"

Chris brought their mouths together in a sloppy needy kiss. "Fuck! Sebastian! Oh, honey, Daddy's right there…Oh my g-...Cum with me! Right now, baby! Cum all over me! Oh, FUCK S-SEBASTIAN!"

Chris slammed his hips down holding Sebastian in place, thick ropes of cum shooting into him. Sebastian screamed against Chris’s shoulder as he bit down hard from the intensity of his second orgasm of the day. 

When Sebastian opens his eyes again he was cradled in Chris’s arms, his knuckles brushing his cheek.

"Hey, baby… you with me?"

Sebastian licked his lips and looked up at him with a blissed-out smile. "M'yeah."

Chris kissed him sweetly. "Did so good for me. M'so proud of you."

He gave him another chaste kiss before pulling away to give him a serious look. "Sebastian, last night you told me something and I want to know if you meant it. Do you really…love me?"

Sebastian stiffened, his eyes filled with fear, fear that he'd be rejected. Chris was holding him tight so he couldn't move, he had no choice now.

"Yes…I-I love you. Loved you since the first Cap movie."

Chris smiled and kissed him deeply, putting every ounce of love and affection he could into that one kiss.

"I love you too, ya know. Couldn't imagine myself loving anyone else." 

For the first time in his life, Sebastian had found true happiness. 

Sebastian felt relief wash over him like a tidal wave, tears of joy falling freely from his eyes.

"Thank you, Chris. Thank you for loving me for who I am and finally allowing me to be happy."

And he truly was. 

And he'd found it with Chris.

[dreamitschemeit]

Honey Dutch// sebastian stan x reader

Warnings: Mentions of explicit content, marijuana use, 18+ minors dni

Summary: Seb and his local bartender can dance around what they refuse to acknowledge for only so long. 

As you took your first drag, your anxieties blew away with the blunt smoke. The sweet taste of wine and honey on your tongue warmed the ice on your bones. It was a cold spring night in New York, but the view on Sebastian’s balcony was more than alluring. You didn’t see the city like this often. 

After you endured a long shift at the bar and Seb endured endless interviews, it was a gift to finally breathe. He was someone you felt you could be honest with, and the feeling was far from unrequited. It was odd at first, your weekly smoke sessions. As relaxing as it was being in his presence, you had to remind yourself this was the man you used to wait in line to see on the big screen, watch the endless interviews that plagued him so. 

“Penny for your thoughts,” he questioned from in front of you, breaking the comfortable silence.  

You noticed you were leaning forward with your arms on your knees. This was something he insisted you did while deep in thought. Handing him the blunt before sitting back, you grabbed your wine and took the last sip. 

“Not anything special,” you answered, crossing your legs at the knees. “Thinking about all the serial killers you studied.”

He let out a chuckle filled with smoke, already holding the second bottle of wine the pair of you had started. You nodded your head, watching him fill it halfway. Anytime you were together he reminded you that you deserved someone to pour you a drink sometimes, which was part of what made him so likeable. 

“Ha, well, you did help,” he smiled, eyes meeting yours before taking a sip of his own drink. 

Rolling your eyes, you let out a scoff before uncrossing your legs and leaned forward again.  “Why else would I be concerned? I know what you read, I saw the notations on your script.”

You both broke out into laughter this time, a whole body chuckle overtaking you. It was hard to tell if what was said was so funny or if it was how absolutely thrilled you sounded. He swore he could listen to your genuine laugh on repeat, not that he’d ever say such a thing. You were his bartender after all, and there are lines you just don’t cross. Still, he thought about it. 

Another comfortable silence fell over you. Grin still in his eyes, he traced his gaze over your features. The wine did little for his subtleness, and the weed only made the thoughts louder. There was just something about your ripped jeans and boots that did something to his brain in that moment. You hardly missed his gaze, but you couldn’t think beyond the buzzing his eyes left on your skin. 

Clearing your throat, you looked up to meet his eyes. They were so much brighter glossy from the smoke. You cursed yourself for forgetting your quip, instead opting for flipping him off. Part of you knew better than to entertain the thoughts running through your mind, but the part of you that screamed ‘fuck it’ was growing louder with each second that passed. 

He chuckled again, this time shifting in his seat. There was something making him uncomfortable, but then again you felt it too. You refused to focus on the heat growing in your stomach and on your cheeks, but he didn’t miss the tint. A small grin lit up his features, more of a personal gesture he hoped you would ignore. 

It was frustrating, being grown and dancing around things he truly wanted to dive into. He wouldn’t let himself linger on those thoughts of you for too long, but when he did it was enthralling. ‘Maybe one day’, he would always tell himself. But why couldn’t one day be today. All he really needed was confirmation this wasn’t unrequited. The substance was definitely either helping or hurting, but it didn’t take much convincing for him to pick the first.  

You noticed his brow scrunched in thought, wondering what was on his mind. It was obviously pretty thought provoking, and somewhere inside you hoped it was you. Before you could stop yourself, you broke the silence. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

A beat passed before he spoke. 

“Okay, hypothetically speaking,” he paused, “What would you do if I got up right now and kissed you?”

He spoke confidently, body now turned to completely face you. It was an unexpected question but one that brought an involuntary smile to your face. 

“Well, hypothetically speaking,” you paused, “I’d let you.”

That was all he needed before his lips were on yours. He tasted like wine, honey, and smoke. His lips were softer than you had imagined, his hands firm in their grasp on you. Somewhere during your long awaited moment of passion, he wound up underneath you on his living room couch. Warm hands and lips and tongue and teeth explored new skin as it was exposed. The sweet, sweet haze that had made this possible lifted as hearts began to race. 

You would burn this into your memory: the way he looked on his knees between your legs, the way his eyes moved as you sank onto him, the sounds that left his throat as he made love to you. It was clear you weren’t only wine drunk. 

[starshipsofstarlord]

Rush Hour

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | whilst on the way to an interview, you and Sebastian are stuck in traffic. There seems to be only one way to pass the time that comes to mind.

Warnings | smut, fingering, teasing, slight voeyurism I guess (on the phone?)

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It was stressful, viewing how parades of cars, lined up in their designated sections filled the large road. It appeared as none of them were going to start moving for a while, and it made you bite your lip in frustration. Out of all days, it had to be this very one, when you had to assign your presence within a specific slot of time.

You and Sebastian had even left early, as insurance that you would arrive at your destination on time, but now, you had severe doubts that you would. And those doubts, within the past few minutes, had became incredible high. It looked as though there was no chance of escaping this frozen parade for the current and important time being. 

Even the simplicity of looking out the window made you slightly mad, you had places to be, as you assumed many other people that were under the same predicament were too, but for the meanwhile, you weren’t going anywhere. The lines of vehicles were stuck in some kind of limbo, stricken by the same thundering of karma at once.

Your significant other was behind the wheel, tapping his long fingers upon the round gear, causing your attention to divert up to his talented digits. As you studied them and their smooth exterior, an idea rendered in your fuming mind, and so, to put it into action, you slyly placed one of your own hands to rest upon his upper thigh.

Sebastian, instead of waving off the affection, smiled at it, thinking that it was nothing more than a tender instinct to also calm him down. The bet was, his agent would have his ass for showing up late, well aware that they had been the one to arrange this press in order to promote the latest of your shared projects.

However, he had not expected in this bustling, and public surrounding moment that you would creep your grip up higher, and so he tensed as you did just that. But he chose to allow you to continue for now, his front deep digging solely into his lower lip to express some of the tension that he was under whilst stuck in the car.

It was impossible to predict how long the pair of you would be stuck in the moving box, and it seemed that you had configured a way in your mind to pass it. One that had lead to your fingers dancing over his trousers, and making him groan lightly in anticipation.

His cobalt eyes snapped towards you though as you removed your hand. To put it simply, you were teasing him, riling him up in the constricted amount of space. It relented you no escape from him, nor his uptake in revenge. And as you shrouded under his gaze against the inside of the passenger side door, you gulped.

Perhaps, you thought, you should have just kept your hands to yourself. And then, you would not have been stuck in this predicament of being cursed with his winter glare; it made you feel like melting ice cowering into the level below. For a second, you wished the controls of the radio volume had the ability to reverse time, so that you could correct your mistake.

The feeling of his hands abandoning the wheel, considering that the car was not going to be continuing moving on the road for a while, and drifting towards the bottom seam of your skirt had you inhaling as much air as your lungs would allow. It would not be the first instance of which he put his earnest skin upon yours in public, but with all around being still on one spot, a part of you worried sincerely of a noticed fan grabbing their phone with their clammy hands, and recording the interaction.

And if done, the interval, whilst stuck in one, would be painted sourly over the entire internet. There would be an assortment of clashing reviews; some lustful and imagining what it would be like to be trapped in the car with you two, and others shaming of your indecency. And to say the magazines and online articles would have a field day, well, that would be an understatement.

Seb drifted his feather light touch up higher, brushing just above the border that labelled the end of your outfit. Instead of say anything that compromised his mission, you settled back into your seat, sinking your head into the designed rest, and opened your legs a little, permitting him no resistance to do as he pleased; all because, you wanted the satisfaction and fulfilment of the adult acts too.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, squashing it beneath the carnivorous bone, as his hands danced elegantly around beneath the complimentary fabric. He toyed with you, by stroking his fingers over the thin material of your underwear, expertly putting pressure down upon your covered bud, confiscating a breathy whine out of your closed mouth. “You’re already wet.” A damn smirk coveted itself upon his healthy lips, your eyes flickering between the seductive sight, and that hidden beneath your clothes.

“Do something.” It wasn’t an order on your part; it was a sensual beg, in other terms, your sexual starvation put into words. The air from your lungs was practically ripped away as your partner delved his explorative fingers into the privacy of your garments, the pads of his delirium causing fingers heading straight towards your swollen and puffy clit.

With no hesitancy, you head rolled sideways to rest against the window, your breath frosting carelessly against the glass. Instead of caring about what was being viewed from the outside of the car, you focused on what could be seen from within the space of the front two seats. And so, you pushed up your skirt, giving the pair of you an explicit image of his hand roaming beneath the divider that kept your crotch from the barren air.

“Like this?” Sebastian taunted, sinking a finger into your sopping hole, causing your eyelashes to flutter at the sensation. A furrow worried his face however, even as he stayed still, not moving his digit, all due to the ringing of his phone. Using his free hand, he picked up the device, bringing it to his ear. “Hello?”

As he began to converse, he slowly paced his finger in and out of you, the thought of him finger fucking you whilst on the phone making you that much wetter. “No, me and y/n are going to be late, there’s traffic.” You assumed that he was speaking to his agent, and as you mewled, he left you empty, bringing his finger to his mouth to clean.

“I don’t know how long it’s going to be until the road clears.” Seb sighed, after removing his slick coated digit from his mouth, pouring a little spit onto it, and bringing it down to rest on you clit. Shuffling, you leant back as far as the seat belt allowed you to have both of your feet to be perched on the end of the passenger side, knees tucked up your body willing to take whatever he would so much as give to you.

“Seb.” At the sound of his voice falling so erotically from his lips, a crease formed between his eyebrows, and so, as punishment for interfering with the static of his phone, he pinched your clit, and to cease the audible response, you bit into the palm of your hand, leaving indents of your teeth begins.

“I can’t make it go any faster.” You were not sure whether he was speaking to you or his agent. But it didn’t matter, not as he began to roll your clit between his fingers, paying the button ample attention, that had your head going all fuzzy and thoughtless.

“As much as I wish I could clear up this whole parade of stuck cars, I can’t.” He deliberately shook his head, purposely looking away from where he was playing with you to keep focused on the phone call, despite still rubbing tight circles around your bud. “She’s fine, in fact, she’s fallen asleep. Y/n will be all rested and content if we get there.”

Rested was a word that you were opting against, but if you were going to be privileged with being made content, then who were you to argue with him? So you remained silent, biting onto anything that could silence you, to keep yourself satisfied and ensuring that he would keep some truth behind his words. “See what you can do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With little to no reluctance, he dropped his phone onto his lap, it meeting and causing some friction against his semi. But the awakening in his trousers was not his priority, instead it was the slick that was collecting so wholesomely on his fingers, acting as a natural lubrication to continue his round administrations.

“Sebby.” This time, instead of trying to silence you, the man marked you with a pleasant grin, only to apply more pressure behind his movements. It was a wicked deed, but you had no mind to it as it served no bother; instead, you were rather pleased that he was to be giving in on his pardoning.

“You going to cum for me darling?” His words were almost taunting, you could feel a flush of heat cascade up your neck and all around your body. And all from clitoral stimulation, this man certainly knew what he was doing. “Cum on my fingers baby, make them all nice and wet.”

Plunging your teeth once more into your bottom lip, you groaned, shutting your eyes and breathing steadily throughout your nostrils. And with that, you shattered underneath him, your shoulders twinging from the spasming aftershocks that riddled your body senseless.

“Would you look at that, the cars are slowly beginning move.” You needn’t have even needed to open your y/e/c eyes to know that there was an amused smirk contouring his features; that man sure could get cocky sometimes, and half of those happened to be in public.

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Call for Assistance

Request: Hi hi! Idk if you write for Seb or not but if you do, maybe could you do a fic where reader is his assistant and sometimes that means assisting him with ~those~ needs 👉👈🥺

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), dirty talk, semi-public.

Word Count: 2246

a/n: I’m sorry the ending is so cheesy lmao - requests and taglist are open!

“There you are.” I smiled brightly as I walked into Sebastian’s private dressing room, throwing my Gucci purse on to the velvet armchair in the corner of the room.

Tonight he was a special guest on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, it was one of the only talk shows he didn’t mind doing. Tonight’s appearance was part of the publicity schedule for new The Falcon and The Winter Soldier series, but unfortunately, Mackie wasn’t able to attend.

I knew how nervous Seb got doing these interviews without his colleague beside him, which is why I wasn’t surprised when I was beckoned to his dressing room before he was set to go on.

Seb turned from where he was preping himself in the reflection of the mirror, a smile of relief appearing on his face when he saw me.

He was sporting a simple crisp white shirt, buttoned up with a navy tie around his neck. A black, open suit jacket and matching pants hugged his body nicely, complimenting his skin tone. His hair was slicked back and I could tell he hadn’t shaved today just by the slightest bit of stubble growing through his face.

“You feeling okay?” I asked innocently, walking over to stand in front of him as I patted down his chest to get rid of any dust which may have settled there.

His whole week was a full of press interviews and I knew exactly how much he’d be dreading it. He worked himself up and overthought everything, and he got real touchy when he was nervous.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist softly, head dropping as he whined into my neck. I chuckled lightly, unable to hide the smile which covered my face as I ran a hand through his hair lightly. “It’s just part of the job, you know that. and you love your job.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time?” He mumbled against my skin, a smile curling on his lips in amusement. Seb leaned his head back against the wall behind him, peering down at me with a cheeky smile.

He looked fucking hot. Too hot.

“Because one of us has to be.” I raised an eyebrow and smiled up at him in admiration, my chest pressed against his as I played with the back of his hair, careful not to mess it up.

I could smell his aftershave and it was intoxicating. “C’mere.” He gestured me closer with his head, causing me to move my face closer to his. “Help me relax.”

Seb took my lips with his, kissing me softly as he pulled my hips forward to rub against him.

I nodded as I kissed him back softly, tilting my head to give him more access. I part my lips slightly, letting my tongue gently run over his bottom lip.

Seb let out a grunt that vibrated from his throat, taking the lead as he glides his tongue teasingly into my mouth.

I let my other hand glide up touch his chest over the steamed shirt, feeling the definition of body. I sighed in satisfaction, deliberately palming over his nipples as my hand moved across the material of the shirt.

Sebastian moaned into my mouth, his kisses passionate and needy. It soon became too much, my clit twitching when I felt his hard cock pressing against my body.

I leaned my head back, my eyes dropping to the space where our crotches are rubbing together. I noticed his big cock straining against the material of his pants, desperate for attention.

“You like it when I touch your nipples, hm?” I asked sweetly, my hand roaming further down his chest to his toned stomach.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a desperate grunt, his hips bucking to mine as I leaned in again, this time leaving gentle kisses down his neck.

I let out a little whine, causing vibrations to erupt against the skin of his neck. “Seb.” I nipped at his sensitive skin, feeling him buck his hips again as I moved my hand to the waistband of his pants.

Seb’s hands moved up to my waist, over my back and around to my tummy, just under my boobs as he gripped on the black lacy material of my top. “Off.” He whined with a pout.

“I can’t, bub.” I sighed sadly, pouting back as I used the pet name to soften him up. I skilfully unbuttoned his pants before lowering my hand inside, feeling my way into his underwear as I looked up into his gorgeous eyes. “It’s a bodysuit.”

Sebastian whined again out of frustration, unable to get what he wanted before he came up with the perfect solution. He tugged on the material each side of the low cut ‘v’ shape between my cleavage, adjusting it so that it rest under either side of my boobs, my tits now on full display for him.

“That’s better.” Seb smiled proudly, satisfied with himself as he cupped my tits in his hands, massaging them as my nipples harden under his touch.

My fingers wrapped around his cock as I kissed the base of his neck, pumping him slowly whilst collecting precum from his tip. Seb was big, but he looked even bigger with my tiny hand wrapped around him.

I leaned back with a smile, watching him play with my chest as his eyes focused on my tits. He tugged harshly on my pebbled nipples with his rough fingers. I bit my lip, fucking his cock with my hand as I felt myself getting wet.

I moved my lips millimeters away from his, our breaths meeting as we pant against each other. “M‘not gunna last, darling.” Seb whimpered out, his eyes looked up to gaze into mine.

“S’okay,” I squeak out reassuringly, lust taking over as my palm feels every vein on his cock. “You feel so good in my hand.”

“I wanna cum in your mouth.” Seb admitted in a mumble, his hands tugging on my sides to pull me down. I knew he was getting desperate from the way he was starting to talk dirty.

I kept my hand wrapped around him inside his pants as I got down on my knees in front of him. I shuffled close to him, Seb helped push his trousers down, out of the way, so that his cock could spring up freely.

I licked my lips, wasting no time guiding his tip towards my mouth with my hand. I kissed his leaking tip, swirling my tongue around it as Seb gasped loudly at the feeling of my hot mouth on him.

I hummed around his tip, still pumping his shaft with my hand as his hands moved to the back of my hair, guiding me further down on him.

Seb’s eyes closed tightly, a hiss escaping his clenched jaw as I replaced my hand with my mouth, taking him all in.

I moaned around his length, trying not to choke as I breath shallowly. My hands rested on his thick thighs, saliva escaping the corner of my mouth as I wait for him to take control.

But he doesn’t, he’s too fucked out, too close to even move. I could tell by the way his chest was rising and falling so uneven, trying his best to keep it together. Sweat was building on his forehead and above his parted lips, his eyes only opening when I started to bob my head up and down his length.

I flattened my tongue, relaxing my throat so I could fuck his cock with my mouth. I looked up at Seb, eyes so hooded he almost looked drunk, his hands dropping from my head weakly as his head dropped back against the wall behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, he didn’t want to cum. It felt too good. He loved the way my lips felt so soft moving up and down his length. My mouth so warm and welcoming for him.

It sent me crazy seeing him like this, desperate to make him cum, to please him. I swallowed around his length, keeping him deep inside as my tongue flicked rapidly against the underside of his shaft.

My fingers traced ever so slightly over his balls, immediately causing him to cum with one final moan, spilling his load into my mouth. I pulled my head back, opening my mouth wide as he shot every single drop of his cum inside.

I watched his cock twitch, his eyes now glued on my mouth as I swallowed all of him.

Seb tried to calm himself down as I stood back up, tucking my boobs back into my top before helping him re-do his pants back up, his cock safely inside.

“You relaxed now?” I asked softly, looking up into his blown out eyes as he admired me with a nod.

“So relaxed.” Seb leaned in to mumble against my lips, making me smile against him as my arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m glad to hear it, mister.” I replied sweetly, pecking his lips over and over.

“Mr Stan.” A voice called from beyond the door, startling us both with how loud they knocked.

“Mmh, maybe I’m still a little stressed.” Seb mumbled between kisses, making me giggle at the audacity he had to ignore whoever was knocking.

“Sebastian!” I used his full name to notify him of the seriousness of the situation, leaning my head back as I smile up at him in adoration.

“You’re on, Mr Stan.” The person decided to call out again anyway, hoping that someone inside would be paying attention.

“Guess it’s showtime.” He pouted slightly, stealing another kiss before he let go of me. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Thanks for coming.” I respond with an innocent smile, my cheeky comment catching Seb’s attention as his head swings around with a smirk.

“Just you wait till I’m done with this interview.” He shook his head, chuckling in amusement at my remark as he opens the door, taking one last glance back at me, which was when I noticed it. My heart sunk.

“Oh wait, Seb-“ I called out but it was too late. He’d gone. I didn’t get to tell him. Oh well. No one would notice right? Not a single one of the national viewers would notice the lipstick on his lips and neck, right?

———————- LIVE ON THE AIR ————————

“So Sebastian, we’ve talked about the new show, the friendships and behind the scenes mayhem, the travelling, even the amount of lube needed to get into your costume.” Jimmy cracked the joke as he started speaking, crossing his arms as he lent back in his chair.

“That’s right.” Seb nodded shyly, speaking unnecessarily to amuse himself with a little smirk as he became more comfortable in the interview.

“But one thing I think everyone is dying to know,” Jimmy continued, building suspense as he swivelled in his chair towards the audience, gesturing for them to nod in encouragement.

“Okay.” Seb dragged the word out slowly, anticipating what it could be as he sat up a little straighter in the armchair. He chuckled nervously, tugging on his jacket to straighten it.

“Is how exactly those lipstick marks on your neck got to be there.” Jimmy said in a wonderfully sarcastic tone, eyebrows raised as the audience cheered loudly.

Seb suddenly stopped all of his movements, trying to keep a straight face as the crowd kept on cheering. He stared at Jimmy, who was now giggling like a little school girl.

Seb caved after a couple of seconds, laughing loudly as he leaned forward to cover his face with embarrassment of being called out.

“And Sebastian,” Jimmy continued as Seb regained his posture, sucking in his cheeks and sitting up straight as he tried to get rid of his guilty smile, faking a frown of concentration.

“Yeah?” Seb answered shyly, letting out a nervous cough as his face twitched back into a smile momentarily.

“I couldn’t help but notice that Y/N is here with you tonight.” Jimmy’s words make my heart drop as a spotlight points me out in the audience.

My eyes go wide, but I can’t help but laugh as everyone cheers loudly. I cover my mouth, watching Seb able to do nothing but clap for me from the stage.

“So.” Jimmy dragged out the word in a high pitched voice. “am I right in suggesting that Y/N might’ve visited your dressing room before the show?”

Seb smirked, rubbing his hand over his mouth, his silence hid nothing considering the fact that his face completely gave it away. There was no point in him denying it.

I covered my face with my hands, utterly shocked that we had been called out on national television.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a shaky breath, a beaming smile on his face as he chuckled from embarrassment too, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

The audience clapped, screeched and cheered at his answer, making me want to disappear in my chair.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jimmy called out as the audience continued cheering us on. “Mr Sebastian Stan and Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, the cat was out of the bag. The many rumours confirmed. The many fans who shipped us would be tweeting, we’d probably be trending in an hour. I guess I’d just have to convince his publicist that we did it as a stunt.

I promised myself that after that, I was never going to attempt any kind of sexual activity in a public place again. But I knew that was a lie.

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Mick Schumacher - Perfect Strangers

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“ You okay alone? I have to go but wouldn’t want to bore you with press events. ” Seb turned to me after talking to Britta for a little, while I watched the mechanics tend to his car in the garage. “ You can stay here, I’m sure no one minds the company. ” He added, sending me a little smile, making me nod.

“ Yeah, I would probably get lost anyways if I went out there. ” I let out a laugh, staying in my seat next to the engineers as he gave me a quick hug and then left the garage, following Britta who was already telling him everything he needed to know. Today was the second time I met her, but I still liked her calm, collected demeanor and energy. I could see why Seb was so content about working with her for the past years.

While they were gone I watched as the team got ready for FP1 and the camera crews walked around the paddock, catching drivers for interviews and capturing moments for interludes they will have during the coverage of the practice rounds on TV. I was more familiar with watching the practices, qualis and races on TV than attending them, even though I would have had the chance to do so. Sebastian was a great friend of my dad, making him like an honorary uncle or godfather to me when I was a bit older and spent quite some time with him and Hana. I even looked after Emilie when they had somewhere to go and were sure I won’t put him in danger. We were lucky that I was trustworthy from a really young age, meaning they could trust me with him as soon as he was fine without Hana being there for a few hours. There wasn’t an occasion when I would have rejected babysitting the young Vettels.

“ Can I get a coffee from somewhere? ” I turned to Seb’s engineer when I saw he wasn’t occupied with something else. I really didn’t want to bother them as they were doing an important job here. At the same time, I needed directions not to get lost around the paddocks.

“ Of course. They have different kinds in the canteen. But we have a machine here too, if that’s enough for you.  ” He pointed at a door in the hallway, making me follow his finger with my gaze. “ It’s the staff room, but driver guests are welcome to use it. ” He added with a smile which I returned, thanking him before standing up.

Inside the room I could easily spot the machine that was already going with a cup under it, slowly being filled with the dark liquid. While it finished up I took another cup and a capsule from the holder on the counter. When the machine turned off I quickly changed out the empty capsule and also the cup from it, putting it to the side. I was sure someone would come back for it later. Sure enough, just when the machine finished my coffee the door behind me opened. I was just looking for some sugar and creamer, not really paying attention to my surroundings, and jumping a little when someone greeted me. Turning back immediately my eyes met with a boy, who was around my age and I could recognise him as Mick. Probably anyone would have recognised him.

“ Sorry, didn’t want to scare you. ” He let out a chuckle, stepping to the counter next to me. “ Was this under the machine? ” He asked me pointing at the mug that I put to the side.

“ Yes. Hope you don’t mind me taking it out. ” I smiled at him stepping to my own cup and adding a bit of sugar and cream into it. “ Sugar? ” I asked him, handing the container to him when he nodded a little. I took a sip from it, to make sure it had enough of everything, before turning to the room.

“ You’re Y/N, right? ” He asked and although I nodded as an answer, I couldn’t help surprise getting onto my face. It wasn’t shocking that people knew his name and almost anything about him, but I couldn’t tell the same about me. “ Seb talks quite a lot about you. At least once every weekend. Also, I think we met before already. ” He explained, making me sigh and hide my face in my palm a little.

“ Never thought I would be a topic for Seb to mention all the time. ” I shook my head, leaving the room when he was ready and we went back to the garage together. “ Hope he only said good things about me. Although I’m pretty sure he probably embarrassed me already, even without me coming to races. ” I let out a sigh entering the garage and sitting down on my previous spot.

“ Not too embarrassing. Just the usual child stories. Although I would say they were more about his children, mentioning you on the way too. ” He shrugged a little, sitting down next to me, at the end of the ‘table’. “ But he made sure we knew you’re coming today. ” My eyes widened a little, before letting out a laugh. If people didn’t know him so well, they could have misunderstood me for one of his children. If I would have been younger, probably, as I was too old for that to be a possibility.

“ So I wasn’t even a surprise? That’s upsetting. ” I let out a sigh, swirling my cup a little, to dissolve the sugar on the bottom of my coffee, as the first sip was still quite bitter. “ Oh, congrats for the championship. I almost forgot. ” I let out a laugh, my hand slapping my forehead a little, as I realised how impolite I was with not even mentioning it.

“ It’s okay, but thank you. I’m just looking forward to the next season now. Gonna be quite a change. ” He smiled at me, shrugging a little but then his shoulders stayed a bit lifted as his muscles tensed. I looked up at him with an understanding smile.

“ You’re gonna get into it. First years are for getting used to the championship and the car. ” I told him, hoping I wasn’ saying something that sounded stupid. I followed the sport but wasn’t as knowledgeable about it as some fans. “ I’m sure every fan knows how hard it is. ” I added as I thought that could be a concern of his. His team loved him, I was sure they would support him however the next year turns out.

“ First seasons are always for learning, but… you know, they think experience comes easily with my name. ” He sighed, rather lifting his cup to his lips, probably to mask the smile fading away from his face. I couldn’t fault him though, there was probably immense pressure on him. Of course, mostly from the outside world, as people around him probably knew quite well how talented he was. Just as Seb always mentioned how skilled and kind he was.

Everything sped up when Seb and Charles arrived back at the garage and they started getting ready for practice. We mostly just stayed silent, sharing a few thoughts when something happened, so we won’t disturb the engineers and he can also mostly focus on the data and how everything went with Ferrari. I knew this was already his time to learn  everything, and didn’t need any distractions. I was fully content with just watching the practice runs and how the crew worked around the car when it was brought back in before one more round around the circuit. I was just about to get a bit bored with everything when it was time for lunch and we could leave. For the afternoon I went for a little walk close to the track, and only met up again with Seb for dinner in the hotel’s restaurant.

I was a bit surprised when Mick joined us, but didn’t mind it one bit. He was funny and it felt like we have known each other for years already, even though this was just the second time in our whole lifetime. I could see Seb watching us, like a hawk, his grin not leaving his face once. I saw as he tried to speak up, the smirk giving him away, but by pushing his leg with mine I got him to close his mouth before uttering a sound. Britta almost choked on her next bite as she knew exactly what was happening, but tried playing it off. Luckily it didn’t seem like Mick realised what was happening around him, and I was glad Seb couldn’t make the night uncomfortable for everyone. He had that effect on situations like this, mostly when it was about me or his own children. They were lucky they were still too small to understand it.

“ You seemed to get on quite well. ” Seb spoke up when we were already on the floor of our rooms making me roll my eyes. He wasn’t someone I was about to have this conversation with gladly.

“ Well, he’s my age and kind. Not like you. ” I poked his side with my elbow, making the both of us laugh as we got to our rooms. With a quick goodnight both of us entered our separate rooms and got ready for the night. I was maybe looking forward to the next day a bit more than that day. Knowing I will have a bit more company made everything better.

The following day we got to the track early as Seb still had some interviews to do before practice. I knew we wouldn’t be able to have lunch together as the afternoon was about Qualification and he needed to focus, but I was sure I would find someone to eat with or maybe just go by myself this one time. What surprised me stepping inside the garage was Mick sitting in the same position as yesterday and a mug of piping hot coffee waiting for me next to his one. With a glare sent at Seb, who was snickering at the situation, I walked closer, sitting down on the stool. His gaze immediately lifted from his phone, looking at me with a smile.

“ Morning. ” I greeted him with the same smile, my hand moving to the cup in front of me. “ Is this for me? Or are you getting ready for a long day? ” I asked him chuckling, seeing as he shook his head a little, maybe even rolling his eyes.

“ Yours. The way you made it yesterday. Hope that’s really how you like it. ” He added, although I already got an answer to my question. It was really sweet of him to think about me, and even more, remembering how I made it just a day ago.

“ Thank you. Glad I didn’t hold back on the sugar then. ” I shook my head a little, taking a sip already and I was sure he followed my usual ‘recipe’ as it tasted the exact same way. “ Perfect! ” I added with a content sigh, my body finally waking up. I wasn’t made for early mornings, even though on most days I started my schedule quite early.

We had an almost exact repeat of the previous day, the only differences being that we had lunch, just the two of us, and that I stayed for the afternoon, watching the quali and rooting for Seb. I may have missed a few laps, being too distracted by our conversation but even when he only reached P13 I knew it wasn’t because of us not watching him. Seeing how frustrated he was I left him to Britta, knowing he didn’t like company so soon after suffering a kind of defeat. He usually just needed time to calm down and look at everything with a calm head again.

“ There’s usually a party on the beach after the races here. Usually the younger drivers are the one attending with some of the crews. But if you would like to come and Seb will be in the mood to relax, they probably wouldn’t mind having you guys there. ” Mick made me turn towards him from my position, a smile getting onto my face, while his was a bit unsure. “ I wouldn’t mind anyways. So you two can be my guest. ” He shrugged a little, his eyes averting between mine as I was looking straight at him.

“ Sure, thank you. He usually gets back to normal if he has some time to calm down. ” I let out a sigh looking towards the hallway where Seb disappeared just seconds ago. I was pretty sure that inside he was fuming at his starting position while Britta tried to talk a bit of sense into him.

Although I took a car back to the hotel with him, in the end he chose to have dinner in his room and I went to the canteen alone. Thinking back to the night I can’t even remember how I ended up at a table with some of the guys who were my age, with Mick to my side. There were a few of the F2 and even F3 drivers too, everyone talking and joking together. even though everyone had to have an early night we still spent a few hours together just talking, before everyone went to their own rooms. I did toss and turn for a little until I finally fell asleep and then stayed in bed almost all morning.

The first thing I got out of bed for was lunch before getting ready for the race and the party afterwards. I didn’t put on anything special as I always prioritised comfort over look and didn’t pack anything party worthy anyways. A light blouse, jeans and a sandal had to do it as it was everything I had for the few days I planned on spending in Abu Dhabi. Who thought I would get invited to a championship party during my first ever true race weekend. Not me, that’s for sure. I knew we would maybe have a drink or two with the ones close to Seb if the race goes well, but didn’t think I would get to celebrate with younger ones, no matter in which position they cross the finish line.

We left the hotel together for the track with Seb, the car dropping us off at the parking lot just prior to the entrance to the paddocks. I tried focusing on him,just making sure he knew he had my support too, although I couldn’t help but get into a short conversation with Mick. When I turned back to the older man he was already putting on his helmet, but sent me a smile, from which I knew he wasn’t mad at me for not being always next to him. I watched as he got into his car but then left for the grandstand, as I really didn’t want to be in the way of anyone, and opted for watching the race from the usual position. I thought it would be less stressful this way, as I was an outsider more than someone who knew a drive personally, but I was still a bit disappointed for him when they finished the last lap in front of us. I took the stairs down to the paddocks, entering the Ferrari garage even before Seb arrived back.

“ You did good. ” I hugged him when he got to me, although I knew simple words couldn't help after a season like his. It still felt right to tell him, making sure he knew we were still proud of him.

“ Thank you, but it wasn’t the best last season I would have asked for. ” He shrugged a little, putting down his equipment on the table next to him. “ I’m gonna have to get some interviews, photos done and change. We can leave after that if you don’t mind staying until then. ” He informed me, while I crossed my arms in front of myself.

“ Actually, Mick invited me to like a season ending party at the beach. Most of the younger drivers will be there, and you’re invited too if you would like to come. ” I told him, waiting patiently for his answer. “ But I don’t mind staying if you would like some company. ” I added, realising I took him not minding my absence for granted.

“ I’ll probably just have a quiet night, but you go and have fun. I’m fine with leaving you to him and the others. ” He shook his head, with a small smile still visible on his face. “ I’m gonna be miserable enough for the both of us, and we will have enough time to catch up after today. ” He added with a laugh when I was about to change my mind, pulling me into a side hug.

That’s how I ended up in a car with all the youngsters, after a quick introduction, that took us to the beach. It was probably a private section of the sandy path next to the water, as it wasn’t crowded and every face that came up to me was already familiar in a way. I couldn’t fault them for only partying in their own circles, as I could imagine the chaos some fans getting in would cause. No one needed that when they came here to relax a bit, after a stressful season full of training and working. I was just happy to take part in it and have a few drinks with the guys before dancing the night away. Looking back, I wasn’t that fed up with my choice of flat sandals, as even that was killing my feet when we got back to the hotel.

Even though I woke up with a killer headache, I wouldn’t have traded it if it meant changing the previous night's outcome. Despite the hangover, and having to fly home early, I felt refreshed and ready to take on the usually boring life at home again. It always filled me with energy if I could get out of the usual rhythm, and this time maybe the new contact in my phone helped too. To the stage that Seb was giving me curious looks when we got into the car already, and even more when just looking at the meaningless device made me smile a little wider.

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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?”

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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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eye on the prize

summary: commission for astrid, who asked for chris evans x reader interview fluff.

pairing: chris evans x reader

words: 3,006

trigger warnings: RPF, slow burn, heavy flirtation, idiots in love, nondescript mentions of misogyny in the media as a business, a likely poorly reconstructed timeline (time fake and reality is a construct!)

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The hotel bed is large, big enough for four of you. The blankets are thick and the soft, the pillows a perfect balance of structured but plush. Sunbeams stream onto the mused sheets, warming your face. It’s nice, but only as nice as the calm before a major tropical storm can be. As your phone alarm blares next to you, you start to wonder if being caught in a category five hurricane would be better than press junkets.

A whole day talking to people about a movie you made months ago that you know jack shit about. Sometimes you have nightmares about giving a book report on a novel you’ve never even opened (you’re how old? And high school is still haunting you? Jesus, you need to go back to therapy) that cause you to break out in a cold sweat and kick all the covers from your bed and buy a bunch of stuff online to distract yourself from your racing heart and shaking hands.

Still, those are never as bad as interviewers asking about character arcs and plotlines and your relationship with actors you’ve barely (if ever) met and whatever else a normal interviewer would ask a normal interviewee when all you know is your character, the fact that she does shit with magic, and she’s Dr. Strange’s daughter. Anything other than that is anyone’s guess.

Your stylist and makeup artists are the ones to eventually drag you out of bed and plop you into hair and makeup after squeezing you into an incredibly tight pair of jeans and a non-controversial sweater. The forty-five minutes are a complete blur, but then again, nothing feels real until Sebastian hands you a large coffee in a travel cup that bares no logo or other kind of copywritten signifier – your knight in shining…cardboard? What are travel coffee cups even made of? Paper? Can paper even “shine?”

You’re nearly purring when the taste of caramel macchiato burns your tongue. “Ah. Thanks, Seb. I appreciate it.”

Sebastian shrugs, sipping at his own drink masquerading as generic brand. “No problem. I didn’t want you to bite an interviewer’s head off this morning. Or worse, mine.”

You play-hit him in the face and laugh with him, making small talk and trying to kill the time before the mind-numbingly long day really begins. You’re halfway through a rant about the woes of make up artists trying to put you in a full face of makeup to a man who barely has to put on concealer, the fucking asshat, when Chris makes an appearance.

“Hey, guys,” he’s is also drinking coffee from the unmarked travel cups. He looks you up and down before taking another sip. “You look really nice today.”

You blush, smoothing out your sweater – one of the color-blocked ones that sits at the intersection of casual, feminine, and not-intimidating. “Thanks, you too.”

Sebastian’s about to say something snarky when someone wearing a headset calls upon the three of you.

“Let’s get going, people!” she calls, ushering you into three barely-comfortable seats. You’re between Chris and Sebastian, the sheer mass of them making you feel approximately three feet tall. It doesn’t take much to forget how large they both are – even if Sebastian doesn’t weight two hundred pounds anymore and Chris was able to tone down his exercise regime since finishing Infinity War, you still feel like you’re sitting at the big-kid table for the first time.

The first interviewer is from some YouTube channel you only know because your fourteen-year-old niece gushes about them every family dinner. The woman who sits in front of you is young, cute. Dresses trendy, dark eye makeup and red lips.

She’s nice, too, along with being knowledgeable about the projects of each of you. She banters with Sebastian about his seven million movies before turning to you.  

The interviewer turns to you. “And you! You’re nominated for some pretty major awards!”

You smile wide, unable to help yourself. “Yeah, best actress and best original score.”

“That’s so cool,” Chris mumbles. You blush and pretend not to hear him as you speak again.

“It’s just super crazy,” you tell the interviewer. “Not even gonna lie. When I was younger, I would look at stars who like, cried when they found out they were nominated. Not even winning, just their name shows up on the ballot. But now I’m like, it’s me, two-time Grammy nominee! I was nominated for a Grammy, twice!”

Sebastian chimes in, laughing. “When we were at bunch together, I got there early and the caterer showed up and they were like, we’re here for the two-time Grammy nominee?”

“You had a brunch?” The interviewer asks.

You nod. “Yeah, I bunch of the Avengers cast and the cast from my last movie were in my hometown, which is super rare, so I hosted this giant brunch-”

“As one does,” Sebastian chimes in with a crooked smile.

You nearly hit him. “Yes! As I do! I wanted to see all my friends, whom I love, so I host a brunch. Sue me! Anyway…I hosted this brunch and invited a bunch of people over. Just a bunch of my favorite food from my favorite restaurants. Everyone I’d wanted to see for such a long time was there. It was amazing.”

The interviewer paints a faux frown across her face, looking at the man on your right. “Chris, you look very sad.”

“I didn’t get invited to the brunch,” Chris frowns. Unlike the woman in front of you, he looks genuinely sad. A twinge of pain bounces in your ribcage, and you rub his cardigan-clad back

“You were out doing Broadway shit!” you laugh. “You were halfway across the country!”

Chris continues to frown, staring at the printed-out pictures from the social medias of various guests. A few are from yours – you in a flowy sundress with your head thrown back laughing, a shot of you and a few of your friends from college drinking alcohol in the bright mid-afternoon sun. One you recognize from Sebastian’s Instagram, another from Hemsworth’s. A few from Twitter of a few of your non-movie-star friends. You look so happy in all of them, so beautiful in each shot. “I still wanted to be invited.”

You just roll your eyes. “Okay, call me when you’re in my region of the country and I’ll host a brunch,” You touch your forefinger to his nose. Chris blushes, profusely, in his cheeks and his ears. “just for you and me.”

You don’t hear much after that, too focused on Chris’ eyes meeting yours and his small smile. You’re taken aback by how sweet, tender he looks, and before you know it the interviewer is saying goodbye and the next one is taking her place.

It’s a man this time, a little older than the last one with artsy facial hair and a button hip. He mostly pays attention to the two men and soon your brain goes on battery-saver and you’re lost in your own thoughts.

Are hipsters still a thing? Is that what this guy is trying to be? Do hipsters even like Marvel? Is that too “mainstream for them?”

Eventually he asks a question about you, your recent entry into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, your music, your composing. You’d be happy to talk about your passions, of course you are, but the first genuine question of the interview is positing towards…not you. You’re about to tune everything out again, but then Chris speaks and you snap back to attention.

“It’s always interesting to meet people who bring something new to the art form, ya know? A huge part of acting is learning and evolving and all that, especially from other actors,” Chris avoids your gaze, and the gaze of everyone else, as he speaks. “If you stop learning, if you stop growing, what’s the point? Why would I do this job if I didn’t think it could change me for the better?”

There’s a moment of thick silence, the heavy weight of Chris’ introspective answer settling over the people in the room. It’s one of the things you lo-

It’s one of the things you enjoy most about Chris, how dedicated he is to acting as more than a job. It’s amazing, truly, how much he adores what he does. You could spend the rest of time with him, a plate of cheese, and a bottle of wine; listening to him talk about how he thinks of acting as an art, how that art can impact people and society, how actors have a responsibility to that art (that is, of course, after you mock him endlessly for Not Another Teen Movie and Fantastic Four).

You feel like a high schooler again, doodling your first and his last name in hearts in your math notebook with your favorite pink glitter pen. You’re an adult, why are you blushing red as a raspberry every time he says something smarter than a fast food order?!

The rest of the day goes down in a blur, the only time you start to care again when someone on the production staff calls for dinner (yeah, no lunch on press junket day. You can ask for a light snack, but you learned the hard way a full meal is “bad for your figure” and “makes you likely to burp on camera” and a bunch of other stuff you care very little about).

All three of you groan in happiness when you enter the room designated as craft, the thick smell of barbeque hitting you like a baseball bat. But a good baseball bat, though, like…one you ask to be hit with. Honestly, you have no idea what you’re talking about because you’re so hungry.

When you finally manage to scavenge food, Sebastian’s right behind you as you stare at a very delicious looking tray of pulled pork. Your plate is already full, but what if they take the food away? And then what if you get hungry later?

“You know he’s flirting with you, right?” he whispers as you watch the man in question scroll through Twitter on his phone. Chris is eating about the same thing you are, plus celery. You almost make a quip about it being “nature’s floss,” but then you realize that would be dumb because Sebastian definitely wouldn’t find it as funny as Chris would.  

You shrug, picking up a French fry from your plate. “Yeah, but you were, too.”

He scoffs into his second Americano of the morning. “Nah. Not like that. He likes you! He like likes you!”

“He does not-“

“And you like-like him!” He boops you on the nose and pinches your cheek like some sort of grandmother who hadn’t seen her fifteen-year-old son since he was five. “My little baby has a cruuuush!” he coos while making small kissy noises.

You’re about to bite back about how you’re not that much younger than him, but then the sound guy on the other side of the meat tray glares at the both of you. Looks like, while Chris couldn’t hear your bickering from the across the room, this dude definitely could – and he’s not very happy about it.

“Sorry,” you both mumble, shrinking away from the persecuting techie and his judgmental eyes.

Sebastian only talks again when you find an unpopulated corner, devoid of prying eyes and anyone who could be annoyed with the two of you gossiping like high schoolers.

“You know I’m not wrong, right?” he says around a bite of crisp apple. What is up with this guy and fruit?  Sure, he’s on a restrictive diet for a role to keep him from bulking up (something at the intersect of keto and vegetarian but able to eat lean meats) but he’s can’t eat like, the vegan stuff? Why must he always eat like rabbit in your presence? “Have you not seen what he says on Twitter?”

You scoff. “No, because I don’t have a Twitter. And neither do you!” You narrow your eyes accusingly. “How do you know what he posts?” Sebastian rolls his eyes. “I see screenshots on Instagram, first of all. Second, he could be complimenting your music on the inside of a cave. It’s about the principle.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you hiss. “Also, I’m done arguing with you about this. Let me find a cheeseburger and eat in peace. Is that too much a woman to ask, Sebastian!?”

He just laughs you off and lets you eat in peace, eventually getting his own food. Though, you suppose the meal was specially timed, because then Chris Evans is sitting next to you.

He’s about to say something, too, and you’re about to listen, but then you get called for an individual interview for a women’s health magazine and you have to leave him and you plate of food and fuck…you hate this job. A lot.

The interview is boring, once again, and the next time you have another coherent thought you’re taking the elevator back up to your hotel room and waving off your manager, who is telling you to be downstairs by seven tomorrow to catch your flight back home.

You’re just kicking off your heels when you hear a faint knock at the door. When you look through the peephole, you see a very sad-looking Christopher Evans. With his small frown and hunched shoulders, he looks like a kicked puppy; and even though all you want to do is take your bra off, you let him in.

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking as if he was a child preparing to be scolded.

“I lost my hotel key. And my backup got demagnetized.”

You bite back a laugh, trying to seem sympathetic. “Do you want to chill in here until security brings you another one?”

Chris nods solemnly as he steps through the threshold. “Thanks.”

Neither of you speak for a while, instead Chris looks around your quite messy (or “homey,” as you call it when you FaceTime your best friend and she scoffs at how easy you can make a room look like a hurricane tore through it) room and you…find an outfit for tomorrow?

You’re the first one to speak, only breaking the quiet after changing into fuzzy socks and sneakily taking off your lacey bra (and tucking it under the covers of the bed for you put away later).

“Well, that was excruciating,” you mumble. All you want to do is change into your biggest, most comfortable hoodie and your cotton panties and order room service and ignore humanity until you leave for a flight the next morning, but a man you’ve had a crush on since he appeared as Johnny Storm is right in front of you and after that talk with Sebastian your world is kind of shaken to its core and should you make a move? Is he the kind of guy to not like that? Would you want to be with a guy that doesn’t like that? What if he-

“Always are, I guess.” Chris interrupts your train of thought, saving it from going off the rails. When you at him he looks just as, if not more than, exhausted than you are. “That’s one of the things that you forget, I think. How hard it is to talk about these movies.”

You snort. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Chris smile a little wider as you laugh. “Yeah. Other movies I can talk about like, characters and plots and shit. With these I live in constant fear I’m gonna pull a fucking Ruffalo and get my ass fired from the best paying gig I’ve ever had.”

Chris laughs with you, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Word.”

An awkward silence fills the room and you find something, anything to do to avoid his heavy gaze under those thick eyelashes and his thick beard that you just want to run your fingers through or his even softer hair that you want to mess up while you-

“Do you want to get dinner together sometime?” you blurt. You’re ready to take back the words as soon as you say them, wanting to backtrack or say “just friends” or “ha-ha, just kidding!” or something else that absolves you of non-platonic commitment.

By a long stretch of luck that you can’t even begin to thanks a long number of deities for, Chris doesn’t laugh at you or turn you down or even walk out of the room. He meets your gaze with excitement in his eyes and a smile wider than your home state. “I’d love to,” is all he says. It’s all either of you get to say before his phone rings loudly, and the name of the head of security flashes on his screen. He sighs loudly, apologizing as he takes it. Somehow, you feel more awkward as he turns away and answers the call. You fidget with your hands, with a loose thread on the sweater you’ve come to hate more than anything else in the world, with your phone. Nothing makes it easier to face Chris again once he hangs up.

“That was…,” he laughs lightly. Not laughing at you, maybe at life or how weird his life is, but never at you. “You know. They fixed my key and want to give it to me in person.”

You swallow and nod. “Yeah, understandable. I’ll, uh,” you clear your throat. “I’ll see you…”

Chris finishes for you. “How about we find a good restaurant near here after I’m confirmed to actually be me by the private security detail our employers hired to make sure no one kills us? We can have that second dinner I’ve heard you always eat late at night.”

Holy shit…he remembered that time you vaguely mentioned how much you enjoy staying up late and eating lots of food. It makes you blush as you respond.

“Yeah that sounds,” you sigh happily, smile just as big as his is. “That sounds great.”