#st smythe rp

[manhattanprincesmythe]

@notyourbroadwaybabe

[gleekingdom]

A Blam or seblaine Rp or just a MxM ship with Blaine or sam. 1x1 on discord with fluff. Details can be discussed on discord be atleast 18+ I'm in my 20s

[manhattanprincesmythe]

@notyourbroadwaybabe

[gleekingdom]

Okay I really need more roleplays/ I usually rp as Blaine or Sam, Sebastian is a maybe but I'm not quite as experienced with him.

But I want someone to write a fun rp with against my Sam or Blaine. Here are the ships I want or am willing to do.

Sam x Blaine ( I can be Either of the two you choose whoever you wanna be in this ship and I'll just be the other one)

Sebastian x Blaine ( Honestly since my Sebastians a little rusty I like rping Blaine against the character of Sebastian)

Finn x Blaine ( I would be Blaine and I only rped it once, I didn't ship it til I rped it but it was super cute)

Finn x Sam ( There cute, I'd be Sam)

Sebastian x Sam ( I can be either but I'd prefer being Sam)

Blaine x Jeff ( I once saw fanart of it and found it cute, I'd be Blaine)

Jesse x Blaine ( I'd be Blaine, I think this would be and interesting dynamic)

Hunter x Blaine ( Me as Blaine)

Sam x Rachel ( me as Sam) ( and it's the only straight ship I feel like rping)

Blaine x Elliot ( this one just would be cool in the fact they barely interacted in the show so we'd kinda make up there dynamic. Me as Blaine)

Please don't ask for klaine it's fine if you like it, but I personally don't like it as much anymore.

I am 22 so at least be 18 or older and I rp on discord so dm me if you want my pin to rp.

We can come up with ideas together or you can tell me a idea you have with the ship you want from these.

Thank you ^^

[gleekingdom]

My dms in discord are mostly dead. Please someone dm me on here on Tumblr if you'd like to rp any of the following ships. These are all from glee

Seblaine (me as Blaine but I can try as Sebastian if need be)

Blam ( Me as Sam or Blaine)

Sam x Rachel ( I'd prefer to be Sam)

Elliot x Kurt ( Me as Elliot)

Finn x Sam ( me as Sam)

Jesse x Blaine ( me as Blaine)

Sebastian x Sam ( can be either but I prefer being Sam)

Finn x Blaine ( me as Blaine)

Blaine x Hunter ( me as Blaine)

[manhattanprincesmythe]

@notyourbroadwaybabe

[gleekingdom]

Me open to any MxM pairings as long as I can be Sam or Blaine- oh accept Klaine srry

[smige]

Anyone interested in a fandom rp? I’m primarily looking for a Glee or IT Rp. For IT, I’m only looking to roleplay the adult versions of them. I’m okay with OC’s but I’m currently looking to do ships.

Glee ships

-Faberry

-Quinntana

-Brittana

-Pezberry

-Pieberry

-Quittany

-Blam

-Sebastian Smythe x David Karofsky

-Niff

-Kurt Hummel x Jesse St. James

-Samchel

IT ships

-Reddie

-Stenbrough

-Bichie

-Kaspbrough

-Stozier

I’m up for suggestions on both fandoms.

[what-if-rpg]

Hey there, tags! The week just got started, and we would already love to see some apps coming. If you are looking for some new rp, check us out. Under the read more, you will be able to see a full list of all our open characters right now. Also, yes, you can send in an original muse of yours. We will welcome you all here.

CANON CHARACTERS

Brittany Pierce

Kurt Hummel

Danielle Harper

Artie Abrams

Shelby Corcoran

Kitty Wilde

Brody Weston

Unique

Shane Tisnley

Sue Sylvester

Jeff Sterling

Sebastian Smythe

Will Schuester

Matt Rutherford

Friday Romero

April Rhodes

Noah Puckerman

Jake Puckerman

Spencer Porter

Emma Pillsbury

Stephanie Pierce

Sugar Motta

Roderick Meeks

Mason McCarthy

Madison McCarthy

Santana Lopez

Bree Jordan

Holly Holliday

Grace Hitchens

Joe Hart

Rory Flanagan

Judy Fabray

Stevie Evans

Tina Cohen-Chang

Hunter Clarington

Mike Chang

LeRoy Berry

Hiram Berry

Jean Baptiste

Azimio Adams

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Avery Fabray (FC: Lily James)

Stacey Evans (FC: Lili Reinhart)

Chelsea St. James (FC: Ariana Grande)

Shannon Wilde (FC: Hunter Schafer)

Eléonore Smythe (FC: Stefania Spampinato)

Archibald Schuester (FC: Robert Pattinson)

Poppy Rutherford (FC: Ruby Barker)

Jamison Rutherford (FC: Regé-Jean Page)

Danna Rose (FC: Georgina Amorós)

Claire Rose (FC: Danielle Savre)

Thalita Rhodes (FC: Anna Camp)

Lei Readdie (FC: Shay Mitchell)

Evelyn Puckerman (FC: Kat Dennings)

Imogen Porter (FC: Nicola Coughlan)

Zara Pillsbury (FC: Madelaine Petsch)

Elenora Pillsbury (FC: Phoebe Dynevor)

Alessandra Pierce (FC: Claudia Salas)

Rafa Padilla (FC: Rafael Silva)

Adofo Motta (FC: Mena Massoud)

Maximus Meeks (FC: Jonathan Bailey)

Morena McCarthy (FC: Martina Cariddi)

Rebecca Lynn (FC: Ana de Armas)

Valentino Lopez (FC: Wilmer Valderrama)

Treyvon Jones (FC: Mason Gooding)

Talisa Jones (FC: Laura Harrier)

Levi Jones (FC: Michael B. Jordan)

Kyan Jones (FC: Jeremy Pope)

Billie Jones (FC: Alexandra Shipp)

Angelica Johnson (FC: Naomi Scott)

Jordan Jackson (FC: Zac Efron)

Cordelia Jackson (FC: Brie Larson)

Bradley Jackson (FC: Zac Efron)

Mildred Hummel (FC: Sandra Bullock)

Liam Hudson (FC: Dacre Montgomery)

Brian Hudson (FC: Nick Robinson)

Benjamin Hudson (FC: Shawn Mendes)

Gabriella Goldman (FC: Ashley Tisdale)

Abigail Goldman (FC: Ashley Tisdale)

Daniel Fabray (FC: Hunter Parrish)

Mia Evans (FC: Brianne Howey)

Victoria Crawford (FC: Claudia Jessie)

Alannah Crawford (FC: Renee Rapp)

Max Cohen-Chang (FC: Henry Golding)

Jenny Chang (FC: Gemma Chan)

Lucy Blossom (FC: Olivia Wilde)

Troy Adams (FC: John Boyega)

Caleb Adams (FC: Jacob Latimore)

Jess Abrams (FC: Brigette Lundy-Paine)

Castor Abrams (FC: Henry Cavill)

[notyourbroadwaybabe]

Helping Hand || St. Smythe

Jesse continued to stare forward at the man lying on the ground in front of him. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t so much as groaned so he thought it was safe to assume the gunshot had been fatal. He shut his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. He didn’t... he didn’t feel like he would have expected if he’d ever pictured himself in this situation. When he’d witnessed a guy being murdered in front of him, he’d been unsettled for days. He’d never... how he wasn’t more freaked out he didn’t know. He was shaken, yes, and his hands were trembling a little and his breathing was not steady, but he wasn’t curled up in a ball or throwing up or screaming. So he thought he was doing pretty well.

Mainly, he just didn’t want to go to prison. Especially not for self defence, but he expected the fact he worked at a club owned by one of the most infamous NYC crime families, his self defence plea wouldn’t be taken very seriously. Because he was pretty sure prison would be hell, especially if inmates found out he was a gay pole dancer... if any of the stories were to be believed, at least. “Come on,” he muttered to himself, still trying to tell himself to take deep breaths to keep the waver out of his voice, as he just head the dial tone repeat in his ear, “pick up... please.”

[dirtads]

DIRT: The Price of Fame

The sex tape that blew up all over the internet right before the premier  of everybody’s favorite reality TV show. The train-wreck that you loved  to hate becoming a source of admiration after their triumphant  comeback. The number of infidelities and bitter arguments that you never  heard about involving that jealousy inducing pair that has always  appeared to be the epitome of couple goals.

It all comes back to us.

Dirt  is a reputable – or infamous, depending on who you  ask – tabloid based out of Los Angeles, California, chock full of  reporters and paparazzi that travel the world, documenting today’s  hottest celebrities’ every move. With their resources, as well as their  following, Dirt is capable of manipulating the lives of the  aforementioned celebrities, be it for better or for worse.Here we  can give you a helping hand. We can give you the boost you need to snag  the latest role. Possibly help you make your album a best seller. Play  along and things will be just fine. Don’t and, well, you can say goodbye  to the money and fame because, surely, a scandal is in your future.  We’ll scratch your back if you scratch ours. It’s just that simple.

Keep  in mind that what you do or don’t do; what you say or don’t say matters.

Dirt has eyes and ears everywhere.

Are you willing to play, because either way…we’ll be watching.  

MAIN • MESSAGE • PLOT • CHARACTERS

[manhattanprincesmythe]

CITY OF LIGHTS || ST. SMYTHE (12/24)

The two days between the one when Sebastian and Jesse arrived to Paris went by on a blink. On the first day, they worked through the jetlag staying in bed all day long, waking up only to have crazy hot sex on every furniture inside the penthouse, every window, every wall, every possible they could hang onto. There was also food somewhere in there, and the most amazing finish in front of  the fireplace, both of them wrapped up in a blanket while being completely naked. On day two they dedicated themselves to visit all major landmarks around the city, their hands twined tight as they made their way around the city, and Sebastian would go on and on about this or that place from when he was living in Paris. He promised Jesse they would visit the Louvre the day after Christmas, and for the Eiffel Tower, even if they could see it from their balcony, it was there where they were headed right now, almost at ten minutes before midnight came. Ten minutes to Christmas.

“You’re not too cold, are you?” he asked Jesse as they made their way up in the lift to take them to the overlook level of the tower, and he put his arm around him to pull him close and gave him some warmth with his own body. The doors opened when they got up there and he took his hand and pulled him forward. “So? What do you think?” he asked Jesse, an endless stream of lights going as far as the eye can see, in every direction.

@notyourbroadwaybabe

[snarkystjames]

Yay, Friendship! || St. Smythe

Date: November 30th, 2017. Night.

Location: Dalton Academy & A Nightclub.

Starring: Jesse St. James & Sebastian Smythe ( @asksmythesebastian)

Notes: Jesse and Sebastian go out for a little contest at a nightclub which ends in the beginning of a new friendship.

Warnings: underaged drinking

Jesse was looking forward to a night out with a new friend. Even if that friend was a few years younger than him, age was no issue when it came to having some harmless fun. He parked his sedan in the Dalton Academy parking lot, texting Sebastian on where he should meet him since he'd never been there before. "Hey, there you are," he greeted Sebastian once the teenager came into view. "You ready to party?"

Sebastian checked his reflection in his phone to make sure his hair was perfect before slipping it back into his pocket, coming over to Jesse. "Always." He grinned, zipping up his jacket. "Should I call a cab? I'm not really planning on drinking too much, I could always drive your car back, if you are, though."

Jesse shrugged his shoulders, unsure of how the night would play out considering it hadn't even started yet. "Get a cab; who knows how sloshed we'll get tonight." He replied, already thinking in his head what he would get to drink first.

Sebastian nodded, pulling his phone back out and ordering an Uber. "Okay, fair enough." He looked over at Jesse. "I have a boyfriend, though. So no funny business."

Jesse laughed. "Don't worry, hot shot. I have my eyes set on one girl in particular right now. But boy, do I feel sorry for the gay suitors at whatever bar we're going to." When the Uber arrived, the two got inside. "What kind of bar are we going to, anyway?"

Sebastian nodded, sliding in after Jesse and shutting the door behind them, giving the driver the name of the club. "It's more of a nightclub. Just a normal one. But it's near a gay neighborhood, so, I figured I'd still have a good chance. Either way, my looks will give me an advantage."

Jesse's expression brightened at the mention of a nightclub. He was bisexual so suitors of all shapes and sizes was more appealing than just one type of people. "Uh, but have you seen me?" With a coy grin, Jesse ran a hand through his hair before clicking his tongue and pointing a finger-pistol in Sebastian's direction. "All the guys and girls swoon for St. James."

Sebastian couldn't help but check Jesse out a little, cursing himself after he did. Damn. This might actually be a little bit of a challenge. He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I can speak French. It's sexy."

Jesse felt a little threatened. He didn't know this guy was bilingual-- sometimes Jesse had trouble with some English words as it were. "O-oh, yeah?" he asked, trying to put on a bravado to hide the fact that he was a little intimidated. "And what are you going to say to the guys to get them to buy you drinks?"

Sebastian moved closer, whispering in a husky voice, speaking in French. "It doesn't matter. Not when I look this good." He smirked, wetting his lips and glancing up at Jesse.

Jesse listened intently, the smooth-sounding foreign language and direct eye contact causing the older man to swallow thickly. Goddamn. He had no idea what Sebastian had just said but it was awfully attractive. "O-okay, so you have a few tricks up your sleeve. Whatever." He brushed it off and continued to play coy, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sebastian winked and sat back in his seat, satisfied. "Told you. I'm more than a pretty face. Not like it'll matter to the idiots at the club."

Jesse smirked despite the feeling of defeat washing over him for having let himself basically admit Sebastian was smooth. "Please, Ohio's full of idiots that've probably never heard a word of French in their lives. You could ask them where the bathroom was and they'll think you're flirting with them." Maybe after this Jesse would try to pick up a second language to impress Rachel.

Sebastian nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Exactly. It's easy. You better start making a plan, because I want to have a least a little bit of a challenge."

Jesse scoffed at Sebastian's confidence. "Oh, I think despite your French-speaking ways, it'll be more than just a challenge." When the two of them arrived at the nightclub, Jesse got out and looked up at the neon signs outside. It was a bar he didn't recognize but just glancing at the few people walking in, it seemed like a popular spot for people his age. "You know a lot of girls really love even just hanging out with a winner-- telling them I'm a four-time national champion does wonders for my game."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, following Jesse. "Oh yeah, I'm sure show choir just gets them soaked." He cut the line, going up the front and slipping the bouncer a bill, gesturing to Jesse and leading them both inside.

Jesse let Sebastian lead, raising his brows in mixed surprise and approval as they cut the line to get straight into the club. "In a podunk state like Ohio, you'd be surprised," he replied, heading straight to the bar. "I need a drink in me before we start this little contest." He waved the bartender down and ordered himself a shot. "You want something? First round's on me."

Sebastian sat beside him, raising an eyebrow. "Does that count as a point?" He shrugged, ordering a whiskey while making sexy eyes at a girl a little further down the bar.

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Nice try, but no, it doesn't." He downed the shot easily and got himself another drink before opening a tab. He noticed the way Sebastian had given a girl down the bar a look, her obviously noticing and flirting with him by giving him her own look back. "Damn, you weren't joking when you said you had game." Jesse chuckled nervously, sipping at his drink and scanning the bar for any eligible-looking suitors for the night.

Sebastian sipped his drink, patting Jesse on the shoulder and heading over in the direction of the girl. "See ya." Less than a minute later, he waved at Jesse and held up a second drink in his other hand, grinning from ear to ear.

Jesse watched as Sebastian left his side to go chat up a girl, a look of surprise painted over his face when the younger man showed off his second drink. Determined to not have Sebastian show him up, he spotted a pretty young thing sitting all by his lonesome. A quick chat and an empty glass later, Jesse found himself with his own second drink.

Sebastian didn't even bother to pretend to be interested in the girl after he got his drink, immediately moving on to the next guy, who literally sitting right next to the girl he'd just gotten a drink from.

Jesse had a vastly different approach; he wasn't as ruthless as Sebastian and instead spent at least a little time talking to the people he got drinks from. Doing so put him at a disadvantage but he just wasn't as practiced in getting free drinks in the same way Sebastian was. By the time Sebastian was on his fourth drink of the night, Jesse was still on his second, chatting up a friendly-looking girl who really liked talking about her job.

Sebastian kept a tally on his phone, only taking a couple sips from the drinks. He walked over to Jesse, holding drink number five, and sat down beside the girl he was talking to. "This is too easy. I'm bored."

Jesse had downed his second drink and the same girl he was speaking to offered to buy him another. Never one to turn down a free drink, Jesse easily agreed. "You're cheating," Jesse tried to argue with Sebastian when he rejoined him at the bar, a full drink in his hand, "Are you even drinking these?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, offended. "How am I cheating? It's not my fault I was born sexy." He rolled his eyes, taking another sip. "I had a little. I don't want to get drunk, I have a final in the morning."

Jesse shook his head. "Okay, so if you quit does that mean I win?" Jesse asked, taking a generous gulp from his drink. He could feel the alcohol thrumming through his body and if he was being honest he didn't really care about his and Sebastian's little contest anymore. "Whatever, I don't care-- we should just have fun," he said, pulling Sebastian in the direction of the dance floor, effectively blowing off the girl he was just with.

Sebastian was surprised when Jesse pulled him, but didn't fight it. He danced around him, shaking his head. "Never. I've never lost anything in my life. I've had to fight dirty, sure, but I refuse to lose." He shrugged. "However, in the hopes of friendship, I'd be willing to help you with Rachel, if you'll help me on my date with Blaine." He held his hand out. "A truce?"

Jesse cheered, taking Sebastian's hand into a firm handshake before slinging an arm around him. "Hell yeah! Friendship!" He exclaimed, downing the rest of his drink before he continued dancing along to the beat. "I am going to make such an awesome waiter-- just you wait and see!"

Sebastian laughed, watching Jesse. "Are you sure you've only had a couple drinks? Did you buy yourself some?"

Jesse made a noise of half-guilt and half-amusement. "Okay, you caught me; I bought myself a couple, too," he laughed. "But that's why I opened up a tab, duh!" He grooved to the music and he was just having a really good time with his new friend. "Oh, you totally have to introduce me to your boyfriend now that we're BFF's," he slurred, obviously drunk.

Sebastian eyed him, smirking. "Uh-huh. You heard about the threesome, didn't you? Because I think Sam's the only person he's comfortable doing that with, sorry pal." He patted Jesse's shoulder.

Jesse burst out laughing. "No, I didn't hear about any threesome but thanks for the heads-up," he shook his head and when he was starting to feel tuckered out from dancing his ass off, he led Sebastian back to the bar to get another round of drinks. "Y'know, Vocal Adrenaline would be lucky to have a guy like you and your boyfriend on the team. You don't have to wear your silly schoolboy uniforms when you sing and dance, too-- we have cool costumes."

Sebastian sat down beside Jesse, ordering himself a Sprite and shaking his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't think so. I'd rather drown myself than go to public school."

Jesse shrugged then, deciding not to press any further. It would be more fun to have Sebastian as competition, anyway. "Yeah, well, that public school kicked everyone's ass when I was the lead singer," he clinked glasses with Sebastian before taking a sip of his new drink. "But I'll admit-- if your singing is as good as your flirting, then maybe I should be a little worried." Being drunk seemed to have put Jesse's vocal filter out of commission because those were words he wouldn't say otherwise.

Sebastian smiled at him. "Thanks. It is. I don't half ass anything I do. But Blaine is better than me, at singing at least. My dance skills are better, though." He patted Jesse's hand. "I turned you on before, with the French, didn't I? At least a little bit?" He squinted at him, trying to read his face.

Jesse listened as Sebastian described his and Blaine's skills and thought to himself that he would re-watch some of Dalton's competitions now that he knew who he was looking out for. He shrugged again, unable to deny or even pretend being turned on because he was so drunk. "Yeah, the French was pretty attractive," he admitted begrudgingly. "Maybe you can teach me a few phrases so I can improve my game."

Sebastian smirked, taking a sip of his drink. "Knew it." He laughed softly. "God, it's so tempting to teach you embarrassing shit just to watch you make an ass out of yourself, but I'll refrain, for the sake of friendship."

Jesse laughed along with Sebastian, albeit a little louder than the other because he was drunk. "Just teach me the good stuff and I'll teach you shit that I know; I mean, I'm not a private school scholar and I'm not bilingual but who knows? Maybe one day you'll have a show choir-related emergency and then it's 'Show Choir Whisperer' Jesse St. James to the rescue!"

Sebastian slid back off the bar stool, holding his hand out for Jesse to help him up. "You'd give me advice? Wouldn't that be like, a betrayal of your team?"

Jesse quickly took his hand to help Sebastian balance himself, his other hand grabbing onto the bar. "I dunno," he slurred, shrugging. "It's not like I'd be giving you my team's set list or divulging their weaknesses-- our biggest of which is funk, by the way-- but a few pointers and advice wouldn't hurt."

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows, leading Jesse back over to the dance floor. "Funk? What the hell does that even mean?" He noticed an objectively cute girl checking Jesse out. "Hey. Someone's looking at you. Or me. But probably you. Why don't you go dance with her?"

Jesse didn't know what Sebastian asked but was aware that he was being led back to the dance floor. "Funk is music," he answered, unaware it was an incomplete explanation. When Sebastian pointed out the girl across the way, he quirked an eyebrow and she gave him a flirty look. "Yeah? You think I should?" He asked, puffing his chest out a little and regaining his confidence.

Sebastian was still confused, but let it slide, figuring it was just drunk chatter. "Yeah, sure. Why not? I'll just be over there." He pointed to a group of tables on the side of the room. "And sexting Blaine."

Jesse decided to follow Sebastian's advice, leaving his side to go chat up the girl. If anything, it would be good practice for when he would get back together with Rachel. With liquid courage surging through him, it only took but a few moments before the two of them were grinding against each other on the dance floor.

Sebastian sat down, keeping an eye on Jesse while he texted Blaine, chuckling under his breath. That dude was a lightweight.

After dancing and having himself another few drinks, Jesse jogged back over to where Sebastian sat. He was sweaty and his wet locks stuck to his brow. "Hey, what're you doing sitting out on the sidelines like a fuddy-duddy?" He asked, laughing with a grin spread wide across his face. He waved a napkin in Sebastian's face, showing off the fact that he'd gotten the girl's phone number. "I guess she likes me."

Sebastian shrugged, looking up at him. "I don't want to lead someone on, and be accused of being a tease." He slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Hey, good for you. And someone who actually dresses age-appropriately too, well, if not a little slutty."

Jesse shrugged right back at Sebastian, looking back out at the dance floor. "There's no harm in dancing with someone, is there? Dancing isn't sex or even a relationship. Neither is drinking." He pointed out Sebastian's soft drink and chuckled. "I don't think I'll call her; I've still got my sights set on Rachel."

Sebastian shook his head, getting a little uncomfortable. "No, I've... made that mistake in the past. You can't always tell what something will mean to someone. You might be agreeing to more than you think." He frowned, looking at him. "Why? Rachel's taken, and that girl is cute. Even I can see that. And it looked like you were having a nice time dancing with her."

Jesse sat down next to Sebastian, trying his best to read the other's body language despite being drunk. "What mistake? You dance with someone who expected something more?" He asked, having a difficult time understanding what the other man was getting at. "And yeah, the girl was cute but she's no Rachel Berry. I'm not looking for just fun; I want Rachel."

Sebastian shook his head again. "Forget it." He picked up his glass, moving it between his hands. "I don't know why you would, but I agreed to help you, so... what do you need me to do? You should be aware that she hates me, so I'm really not sure how much help I can be in this whole situation."

Jesse didn't press the serious conversation, not wanting to overstep his boundaries in his brand-new friendship with the Warbler. "I don't know, do you have any dirt on that boyfriend of hers? You're both on the same team, right?"

Sebastian scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him. "You could say that." He took a sip of his Sprite. "Only sort of, he's bi, like you, not full on gay."

Jesse furrowed his brow. "That's not exactly dirt. I meant like, how do I get under his skin and show Rachel that he's not someone she should be with?"

Sebastian sighed. "I don't know. I don't really... feel right about this. We're trying to move on from all that drama, and I'm tired of it. His dick was mediocre anyway, it wasn't worth all that." Sebastian's eyes widened at his slip of the tongue, quickly taking a drink to try and stop more words from coming out, hoping Jesse hadn't caught that last bit, or would at least be too drunk to remember it later.

Jesse blinked, unsure of what he had just heard. "Wait, wait, wait-- what?" He asked, holding his index finger up. "Did you just say his dick was mediocre? How do-- Did you and Rachel's boyfriend--" The end of his question dangled, almost as if he was too surprised to finish his sentence. "Now see, this is dirt," he laughed, pointing at Sebastian. "Wait, is this why you and Rachel hate each other? Did she steal him from you or something?"

Sebastian sighed, dragging his hands down his face. "I blew him. Once. Okay? That's it. Don't... please don't bring it up. It was before they got together. She didn't steal him from me. I was with my boyfriend by then. She hates me because I'm a fucking asshole who clearly can't keep his mouth shut." He grabbed Jesse's hands, pleading with him. "Please. Just... pretend I didn't tell you.”

Jesse could see that Sebastian was practically begging him not to talk about this. "Okay, okay, relax, man," he chuckled to let him know everything was okay and there was no need to worry. "I won't tell anyone about it." Even if he wasn't going to repeat this information, it was still valuable and maybe he could use it to his advantage somewhere down the line. He pulled his hands out from Sebastian's hold and patted him on the back. "Seriously, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Sebastian nodded, not entirely sure if he could trust him, but relaxing a little. "I... need a cigarette. I'll be back in a minute." He quickly went out a side door, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

Jesse frowned at the soured moment between the two of them, watching him leave through the side door for a smoke. After downing the rest of his drink, Jesse followed after Sebastian and shivered at the cold biting wind that hit him as he stepped outside. "Shit, it's cold out here," he chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood there with Sebastian. "Hey, I was serious when I said I wouldn't tell anyone. Hell, I don't even remember what we were talking about." He reassured him, playing along with pretending as if Sebastian hadn't told him anything.

Sebastian looked over, pursing his lips together and letting smoke blow through them. "Thanks. It's just... I caused a lot of drama by doing... that... and... it really... it was really hard on Blaine. Like, I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown, or something. He was getting attacked by all these people he thought were his friends, and I don't want to see him that upset ever again."

Jesse listened as best he could, nodding along as Sebastian spoke. He could relate, knowing that dealing with drama was never easy for someone who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Okay, so like I said, we'll keep the fact that I know about you and Hunter between us." Jesse assured him again. "We don't want Blaine to be upset, right?" He offered Sebastian a small smile.

Sebastian nodded, leaning back against the side of the building. "Great. Yeah. Thanks." He put out the cigarette and zipped his jacket up. "Are you ready to go? You can crash on the floor in my room if you want." He paused, looking at him. "Wait. You're an adult."

Jesse cocked his head to the side at Sebastian's statement. "Yeah, I am. Did me using my real ID to get into the club not make that fact obvious? So what of it?" He pulled out his phone to check the time and when the digits looked blurry to him, he chuckled. "I'm definitely not good to drive home just yet..."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I just meant that you probably have your own place." He shrugged. "That's why we took a cab, remember? I can just have them drop you off at your place, and then you can come pick up your car tomorrow. Unless you wanted to stay, but..." He shrugged again. "I'm not really in the clubbing mood right now."

Jesse nodded. "Yup, got my own little apartment in little ol' Akron, Ohio," he sighed, looking back over his shoulder, towards the bar. "Why don't you go on ahead without me? You've probably got to study for your big final tomorrow, right?" He said, "I'm not an idiot so I won't drive drunk; you don't have to worry about me."

Sebastian bit his lip. "Are you sure? I don't feel right, leaving you in this condition." He eyed Jesse closely. "I mean, I guess you're like, a grown man, or whatever, but still..."

Jesse laughed off Sebastian's comment and shook his head. "Hey, c'mon. I'm twenty-one. This isn't my first time in a nightclub and I'm a big boy; I can take care of myself." He assured the younger man, "I'll even stop drinking so by the time I take a cab back to Dalton, I'll be okay to drive."

Sebastian nodded, pulling out his phone and ordering a car. "Okay. Go... seal the deal with that chick. Take your mind off of other people. And text me, when you get home."

Jesse nodded back at his new friend with a wide smile. "Yeah, yeah. I'll text you, Dad." He teased, though truly he was grateful to find someone who actually cared about his well-being. "And let me know when you and Blaine are doing your little date so I can throw together a kickass waiter outfit."

Sebastian smiled a little, pointing at Jesse, the way Cooper had taught him. "Hey. Only Blaine is allowed to call me that." He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets to warm them. "I think Sunday, maybe? It's our one month anniversary of officially being boyfriends, or whatever."

Jesse scrunched his brows together in a semi-confused expression and then un-scrunched them when he realized what Sebastian was talking about. "Kinky, dude." He laughed, but then nodded. "Cool, I'll keep Sunday open and just let me know where and what time. I'll show up."

Sebastian winked at him. "Probably around six, at my parents' place. You're cool with getting like... kicked out right after dinner, right? Or maybe even earlier?"

Jesse shrugged but then nodded. "Yeah, whatever. I'm just doing it for you to get all romantic with your boyfriend and inevitably score, right? Just kick me out whenever you don't need me anymore."

Sebastian smirked. "I don't exactly need to get romantic with him to score. It's more about doing something nice for him. He deserves it. However, if me doing something nice leads to me fucking him on the kitchen table, it might be a little awkward if you're still there."

Jesse waved a hand in front of him, "Okay, whoa, whoa, I don't need the specifics," he chuckled. "Just text me the address to your folks' place and I'll be there-- maybe text me the time too in case I forget. And when you need me to leave, just say the word and I'm out of your hair so you can bone your boyfriend."

Sebastian grinned and nodded at him as his Uber pulled up. "Sounds like a plan. I'll see you then. And uh... for the record? You can do better than Rachel."

"Alright, duly noted." Jesse frowned when Sebastian suggested he go after someone other than Rachel but waved goodbye anyway before heading back into the bar, looking forward to spending the rest of the night with whoever would grace his company.

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RESCUE || ST. SMYTHE

Tony hummed to himself as he finalised the finishing touches on his set up, ignoring the muffled protests from Jesse, still bound to the chair. The gun was positioned so it was out of sight of the main entrance, which was the best Tony could do. “Don’t worry, St James,” he said conversationally as he directed the gun towards the man, “this won’t kill you. Not straight away at least.” He looked through the view finger to aim it where he wanted it, “it will hurt a lot though – that’s kind of the point. Sebastian just won’t be able to resist leaving you alone to die but he’ll be too late to save you. He'll just get to watch you bleed out instead.” He made a tsk sound, shaking his head, “shame, really. I would have loved to drag this out longer but I’m no fool. I know Sebastian will have a plan so painful but not too long. If that’s okay with you?” He laughed, walking over to Jesse and clapped him on the shoulder which caused Jesse to flinch, “that’s the spirit! Though if you’ve got any peace to make with the man upstairs, I’d do it now because the second Smythe steps foot into this warehouse the gun goes off… doesn’t matter if he waltzes through the front door or tries to come through the window.” He leaned over so he was close to Jesse’s ear and smirked, “either way… bang.” 

“Now,” he continued, straightening up and dusting his hands off, “I have to go get ready for your boyfriend’s big arrival. Got a special bullet in this gun,” he indicated the gun tucked into the band of his trousers, “just for him, but you’ll be dead by then so no need to worry your pretty little head over it. Nice working with your St James, see you in another life.” He whistled to himself as he walked away – a tune far too merry for this situation in Jesse’s opinion. But from the way he was tied he couldn’t see where he’d gone so Jesse was left with just him, his thoughts, and the gun pointed at him. He took a deep breath and readied himself – maybe he would be dying tonight, but he certainly wouldn’t be going without a fight.

"Did you understand everything I just told you?" Sebastian leaned in to talk to his driver as he got out of the car, havoing drawn a plan all the way over the place where that man was keeping Jesse, his Jesse prisoner. All because of revenge. And even if his reasoning for it wasn't at all not on point, the way he went about it had not been the right one, and Sebastian was going to make sure he remembered that. The car had dropped him far enough from the warehouse so that Tony wouldn't hear any sounds coming from the car. Or at least he was hoping that. 

He took the longer road, through some abandoned scrap and metal that was laying around, almost walking on his toes not to make to much noise. His lean and agile figure allowed him to be stealth enough about it, and he was glad that was the case, since he didn't want put Jesse in any more danger than he already was. He ducked behind a pile of metal junk to take a look at the warehouse from a distance, and there he located the back door to the place, knowing Tony would had certainly waited for him at the front.  Keeping himself low, he made it quickly to it and opened the door slowly, just a nudge to try and take a look inside.

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From Jesse's vantage point, he couldn't really see much except in the direction the chair was positioned. Tony had vanished... no doubt hiding out somewhere watching on the cameras. He had certainly told Jesse enough that he planned on letting Sebastian watch him die before appearing to kill Sebastian. God, this was fucked up. The other man seemed confident Jesse would be dead, having told him all about his brother and why he was doing this. He'd said it so conversationally, as he was preparing everything, it was almost creepy. Then again, he was tied to a chair with a gun pointed to him, so maybe it's definitely creepy. 

He knew that as soon as anybody set foot into the warehouse the gun would go off. Tony had made sure he'd known that - the entire place was somehow set up. And the chair was goddamn heavy, and he knew it would hurt a lot but he needed to move. He needed to fall. He didn't want to do it too soon in case Tony heard but he was worried if he waited until he saw Sebastian it would be too late. He didn't know if just opening the door would set the gun off, or if it was when Sebastian came inside. So he figured it was his one shot anyway. He could keep an eye on the front door and try to see Sebastian most either way, he needed to do this now. 

 And he was right, the chair was heavy and getting it to swing sideways was more difficult than he thought it would be, especially given he was tied up. He wasn't weak by any means, but most of his strength was in his upper half, being a pole dancer, and this required full body strength. In his focus and the way he was faced, he didn't hear or see the back door to the building crack open a little.

Sebastian did his best to stay as low to the ground as he could as he opened the door  crack, then he leaned in and gave the whole frame  a thorough look, or  as thorough as possible to see if there were any switches, or cables to set any kind of alarm off. Or worse. He knew that just because it was the back door that Tony hadn't left it unattended, so he had to be cautious as possible. Jesse's life was in danger, and he didn't want to make matter worse. As far as he could tell there weren't any switches or cables on the door, or red spots that could pass for motion detectors, though that didn't mean there weren't any of course. Still staying low, he walked past the door and stayed glued to the door as much as possible, and headed inside, walking on his toes. 

It was only after turning a corner that he could spot Jesse on the middle of the room, tied up to a chair. That sight alone made him see red with rage, but he had to keep a cool head, for both their sakes. But... what was he doing, swaying the chair the way he was? It ocurred to him two seconds after that he was actually trying to break free. "Jesse" he whispered, trying to get his attention. Maybe what he was doing wasn't the best idea.

Jesse took a deep breath, every time he tried to sway the chair, preparing for the impact of hitting the floor. Or maybe he was preparing for the gun to go off - he really wasn't sure. But he was dead if he didn't do anything so he figured he may as well try something. Every grunt he made was muffled by the makeshift gag in his mouth, no doubt put in place to prevent him from being able to warn Sebastian, if he saw the man. 

He just hoped that - no matter what happened - Sebastian got out of here alive. He expected he would... he really didn't think Tony (or was his name Nathan? He'd heard the other man refer to himself as Nathan and honestly, him using a pseudonym at the club was probably likely) had thought this through. Even if Jesse got shot, Tony/Nathan/whatever had clearly underestimated Sebastian. If he thought Sebastian would just sit with him while he died and then let himself get shot as well, the man was an idiot. Sebastian was the best shot this side of the Hudson (probably the other side as well) and if he wanted, Tony would be dead before he could even get his hand on his gun. 

When he heard a very clear Jesse he froze for a second. He knew that wasn't Tony's voice - it was Sebastian's. He'd know his voice anywhere. His head spun around to try to find the other man, eyes locking for a split second when two things happened. 

One, the chain began to tip. Like properly tip, he could feel himself going over and he prepared himself mentally for the hit he knew was coming. 

Two, there was a bang. He hadn't been expecting it, but he probably should have. It all happened so fast, yet felt like it was slow motion. Holding Sebastian's gaze, falling and getting shot.

The bullet hit him in his upper arm, right below his shoulder. He knew the gun had been aimed at his heart, but this was just his shoulder. Or his arm. People got shot in the arm all the time. So this was better... right? It didn't feel better. It felt... like the absolute worst pain he'd ever felt in his entire life. He didn't even notice his body and the chair hidding the floor with a thud - nothing could compare to the searing pain that was coming from the bullet wound. 

Know he had fallen, he knew Sebastian would be able to see the gun set up, knew he would be able to tell that it wasn't a person standing behind the weapon but an intricate set up. He also knew Tony wouldn't come out straight away - fuck he needed to tell Sebastian this... he needed this gag out of his mouth, he needed - he needed Sebastian.

The loud bang that echoed around the room felt like a hit right through the chest. His instict threw him with his face on the floor, and for about half a second he feared the worst had ocurred. But when he forced himself to look up and saw him laying on the floor he ran towards him, while trying to keep as low to the ground as possible, thinking that maybe another shot would soon follow.  "Jesse!" he exclaimed as he kneeled by his side, pulling the gag off his mouth quickly so he could at least breathe. "Hold still, hold still" he told him, while taking a quick look at his shoulder. "It went through. It's a clean shot" he assured him and worked quickly in undoinhg the ties off his hands. "Did you see where he went?" he asked him, while trying to keep an eye out. Even if he was dying to hold him in his arms and kiss him and take him away from that place, he still had to deal with the prick who had made all of this happen.

"Fuck," Jesse gasped out when Sebastian pulled the gag out of his mouth, both to express the pain and to try to suck in a breath. "Those really aren't fun outside of the bedroom," he quipped, though he knew now wasn't the time for jokes. His arm was killing him and Sebastian's words snapped him out of it. "Fuck, god I'm glad to see you." He groaned, his hand coming up to put pressure on the bleeding wound on his arm now that his hands were free. As much as it hurt, he knew that it was far better than where else the bullet could have ended up. And he needed to focus. 

"He... I don't know. Sebastian - Seb, you've got to hide. Or something. He timed it. He knows how long it would take for somebody to bleed out and die after getting shot where he intended I did." His words were slightly slurred from the pain, his breathing heavy, but he needed to tell Sebastian. Keeping pressure on the wound, like he knew he needed to, he continued, "then he's going to come back and kill you. He can't... he can't be far. Maybe upstairs? But I don't - fuck - I don't know. I'm sorry - I'm sorry."

Sebastian frowned while he heard Jesse explaining in a way what Tony's, or whatever his name was plan were. Even if he had practically grown amongst mobsters, that was a whole new level of fuck up. He immediately went into protective mode and put his arms under Jesse's so he could pick him up. "Okay. Let's get you out of that gun's aim then, what'd you think?" he said with a breathless chuckle, then used his upperbody strength (thank God for his recently adquired abs), and took a liping Jesse out of the room and away from the sight of the automatic gun. He had barely sat him down with his back against the wall, when the gun went off again, and in the microsecond he got to hear the firegun sound, he put his body in front of Jesse's as a shield, his arms wrapped around him as the echo of the shot died out.

Jesse groaned when Sebastian helped him up - not only did his arm hurt but he had landed pretty hard on his side so it felt like everything hurt. Still, he put his weight on Sebastian and his good leg, limping out of the way of the gun. Honestly, he'd thought that it would only go off once and that would be it but hearing it go off again made him jump. Did they set off the sensors again... or was that Tony on the move? 

"The dude is crazy," Jesse said when Sebastian set him down, "hellbent... I think he said something about his brother. Pauli? Think he worked for your family." He kept his hand pressed to the wound ... obviously he was grateful it was in his arm and not - you know - his heart but he was still bleeding and he could see the blood through his fingers, pressed to the skin. "I don't think he's planning on letting us leave here alive." 

Sebastian took his jacket off and wrapped it around Jesse's arm, making a torniquet, just above the place where the wound was to make pressure. "I know. I saw the video." He gave Jesse a sad look. "The asshole sent it to my father, and he called me up to show it to me. Somehow he had this stupid idea about me not coming to get you-" He shook his head. "Idiot. He doesn't know me at all." He gave Jesse a small smile, then ran his fingers through his own hair. "You just stay here. I'm going to find him, okay?" He was about to stand up and leave, but then he leaned in and kissed him soundly on the lips, almost grateful that it hadn't been the last time they kissed the night before. "Wait for me here" he told him again and stood up and went ahead to see if he could find Tony, or whatever his name was.

Jesse bit down on his lip when Sebastian tied the tourniquet so he didn't too much sound. He didn't want to give their position away to Tony... he was sure the other man had figured out his plan had gone south by now and would no doubt be looking for them. What colour was left in his face drained the moment Sebastian said that the video was sent to his father... he know Tony (Nathan, whatever) had said he was sending the video to the Smythes but - given that he was assuming he was going to die - had put that worry aside. But now he it was a very real thing... Sebastian's Dad must have realised something was going on if Sebastian had come after him. That was not a meet the parents that Jesse was looking forward to. 

Jesse laughed, "I'm not going anyw- mpf" His words were cut off by Sebastian kissing him and he practically melted into the kiss. A few hours ago he'd thought he'd never be able to kiss Sebastian again. And just in case this was to be the last time... god, he was going to soak up every moment. When Sebastian broke away, Jesse was a little dizzy but nodded, "I'll be here... I l.... just... make sure you come back. Okay?" He watched Sebastian leave, his body slumping against the wall as he tried to make his breathing as quiet as possible.

Sebastian felt a lump in the middle of his throat as he walked away from Jesse. He knew he had to take him to the hospital to get his wound taken care of, but if he didn't take care of the other issue, it being the asshole that had twisted their lives in such a way, neither one of them would be safe much longer. Trying to be as quiet as possible, almost walking on his toes, he moved forward through the warehouse, trying to have a good view each time he turned around a corner. It wasn't long before he heard something creaking on the floor, and it wasn't coming from him. He turned around and glared at the other man standing there. "For someone who planned this so thoroughly, you're really not much of a quiet ninja, aren't you?" he said with a hint of a chuckle, then his voice turned much darker. "You're gonna pay for what you did to Jesse, Nathan- or who-the fuck-evr you are."

Nathan laughed, his hand on his gun which was pointed at Sebastian though he didn't fire, "and yet, I'm the one with the advantage right now so I hardly think my ninja skills are up for debate. Is your boy-toy dead? I must admit, when I heard the gun go off a second time I thought maybe it had got you too and it would have made my job a lot easier. No hard feelings though, right? You guys killed my brother... it's just revenge. I don't really have a choice in the matter.You understand, I'm sure?" He clicked his tongue, "though I was rather hoping to make this a little more dramatic. Doesn't this seem so anti-climatic to you?"

Sebastian kept a neutral face as he heard the man talking. He thought Jesse was dead... In a way, that was good. Very good. It shifted the focus totally on him, and he could use that to take care of him like he wanted to. "So, in order to have your family vendetta, you thought about going at someone who had nothing to do with my father?" He chuckled and shook his head. "You watch way too many action movies, Nathan." He crossed his arms together, and grin curling his lips. "If you wanted to make him suffer, it would've been much easier ifyou has just killed me, because you see, now you're left with the matter of dealing with me, and that's not going to come easy for you." He laughed. "Everything about you is anti-climatic, so this is no surprise at all." He extended both his arms open. "You want to give it a shot? Come on. Let's see just how accurate you are."

Nathan raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, "but I am going to kill you. Jesse was collateral, really. Had to get you here somehow, I didn't think you would be as easy to drug and drag here. You're literally standing here, surrendering to me... am I supposed  to think you somehow get the jump on me? My gun is pointed at your chest, Smythe," he spat out the name with such venom as he cocked the gun, finger on the triggered. "Any last words - no, you know what. Save it." With that, it seemed like everything moved in slow motion as he went to squeeze the trigger, aiming for Sebastian.

"You're welcome to think anything you want, asshole. So shut up and get on with it" he said, then what happened next felt like it was all in slow motion. If years of training in personal deffense and fighting had taught him something it was to have quicker reflexes that made him react way more rapidly than regular people did. It was sort of a gift he was proud to have. So when the other finally pulled the trigger he jumped forward and ducked, just enough to have the bullet graze his shoulder. But there was no time to think about the firing pain that was spreading down his arm. Before the other could even react he tackled him to the ground and gave him a blunt hit to the center of his chest, before he pinned him down with his knee, all the render him defenseless. "You picked the wrong person to fuck with" he sneered, putting even more pressure on the guy's neck.

Nathan let out an annoyed growl when Sebastian jumped out of the way of the bullet and before he could even raise the gun again, Sebastian had him on the ground. He struggled against the other man, trying to get him off of him and for the first time since he began this whole revenge thing he felt actual fear. He hadn't really considered this thing to go any other way other than his. Hadn't expected Sebastian to actually have skills, he just figured he had henchmen to do everything for him. He gasped when the other man pressed on his neck, hands gripping at him but there was nothing he could do. 

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the building, Jesse was struggling to keep pressure on his arm and struggling to keep his eyes open. The blood had pool around his fingers as he gripped the wound. He had heard the gunshot from moments earlier and he just had to believe that it was coming from Sebastian's gun, not Nathan's. Or, if it was Nathan's, that he missed. He was relatively sure he wouldn't make it out of the building without Sebastian but the worry went beyond that... he couldn't lose Sebastian. The feelings he had for the other man were for more intense than he could have ever expected, and the idea that the other was shot - shot badly - hurt him more than bullet in his arm.

Out of the many things he had learned at the self deffense lessons, leacing the asaultant unconscious seemed to be the most important to apply at that moment. With his shoulder still bleeding, but with the adrenaline pumping hard enough inside of him to allow him push aside that fact, he turned Nathan around so that he had both his arms around his neck and he squeezed with the right amount of pressure to achieve his goal. He started feeling the other man going limp against his body, and at that very moment he heard the sound of the police sirens approaching, just how he had instructed his driver to do when he first dropped him there. He let go of Nathan, who was already out, then kicked the gun away, far enough for the other not to reach too quickly (you never knew), then he groaned and looked at his wounded shoulder. 

"Fuck" he muttered, then he made his was back to where he had left Jesse, the sounds of people coming into the warehouse echoing around the walls. "Hey there" he told Jesse when he finally got there, then he kneeled in front of him and took his hand. "It's over" he said with a faint voice, several of his personal bodyguards now forming a sort of human shield around them, while the police went in to take care of Nathan.

"Sebastian?" He blinked, his vision blurry but no... that was definitely Sebastian's voice. The other man slowly came into focus - as much focus as he could muster right now - and he noticed the blood on the other man's arm. "You're hurt," he said, feeling dizzy as he tried to reach forward, "I think... Sebastian, I think I... you ... we need a hospital. I don't feel so good." He slumped a little against the wall, trying to will himself to stay away. Fuck, people got shot all the time. It was only the arm but still... he felt dizzy. It wasn't like it was a paper cut, he supposed, and he'd had nothing but his hand to try to stop the bleeding. He felt he could relax now at least - Sebastian was here.

Sebastian nodded, then reached out and held Jesse gently by the neck. "Yes, you do. But you stay awake, you hear me. Stay awake, Jesse" he repeated with a firm voice, even shaking the other a bit, then at that moment a medical stretcher appeared at his side, along with a group of paramedics. "Take him" he told them, pointing at Jesse when they seemed to want to check Sebastian first. Only after he made sure they were attending Jesse he allowed been checked himself. It wasn't long after they were both been loaded into the ambulance car, Sebastian not wanting to leave Jesse's side for once, his hand holding the other's and still nagging him to stay awake.

Jesse drifted in and out of consciousness, but the steady grip of Sebastian's hand kept him grounded as much as possible. He tried to focus on it, on Sebastian's voice ordering him to stay awake. "You being all bossy is hot," he said, his words slurred, but he tightened his grip on Sebastian's hand. They arrived at the hospital in record time and were quickly unloaded from the ambulance and wheeled into the emergency doors. "S'stian I think I lov-" "Sir," a doctor's voice interrupted Jesse, speaking directly to Sebastian, "your friend seems to have lost a lot of blood and we need to take him to triage so we can close the wound and get him on a ward with a transfusion. But you need to get that looked at as well, so I'll get one of the nurses to take you to an emergency ward, okay? We will come get you when you friend is in a room and you can sit with him if you like."

Sebastian chuckled at Jesse's words, though he was happy he was talking at all. He stopped on his spot when he was practically blocked by the doctor and he raised a brow. "You have another thing coming if you think you can tell me what to do. Don't you know who I am?" He huffed, then walked past him. "You just make sure nothing bad happens to that man. And if you need blood, he can have mine." He walked ahead to where Jesse was being taken, then stopped at the door, knowing better than to get in the way of the people now working on Jesse. It wasn't until he thought things to be in sort of control in there when he allowed one of the nurses to go to a nearby room to get his wound checked.

It was a few hours later when Jesse came through and woke up and the first thing he realised was the room was bright. It  took him a few blinks to clear the brightness and let the scene come into focus ... a private hospital room. He knew for a fact that his insurance wouldn't cover this, and he suspected he knew who was behind that. His arm and shoulder still hurt, but not like it had in the warehouse. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but it can't have been that long... it was still clearly night, and he was sure he hadn't been out for days or anything like that. He remember them placing the anesthesia mask over his face to knock him out. As he looked around the room, he noticed Sebastian sitting in a chair and his brain slowly filled with memories of realising Sebastian had been shot too. "Seb - " he cleared his throat though he still felt he sounded a little croaky "are you - are you okay?"

After a much heated fight with the doctors and managers at the hospital, Sebastian was allowed to stay by Jesse's bedside, completely ignoring their advice about staying on his own hospital bed. So by the time Jesse woke up he was sleeping on a chair, his upper boy completely bent over the bed. He looked up when he heard his voice and stood up quickly, taking his hand. "Hey, hey... I'm here, Jesse." He looked at his own patched shoulder, his arm hanging on a sling, and shrugged. "Nothing serious, don't worry. As for you-" He leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. "You have some recovery to do, and I'm going to make sure you do it." The nurses came into the room to check on Jesse, and Sebastian took the time to step outside the room to check with his two personal bodyguards, who were keeping watch at the door. After the nurses left he came back inside and sat on the bed. "It's all over now, Jesse. We're okay."

The nurses checked him over, telling him his stats were good which he assumed was - you know - a good thing. They had also given him some water during their visit and had helped him sit up, so his voice was feeling less hoarse when Sebastian entered back into the room. He shuffled over so Sebastian could have more room on the bed and sighed, leaning in to the other man. "What happened to Nathan? Is he... dead?" He joined their hands together, interlocking their fingers as if to ground himself so he knew he was safe.

Sebastian closed the door after the nurses left, then sat beside Jesse on the bed, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. "He's in prison, as he should. Now... Whatever happens from now on there is out of my hands-" He looked at Jesse pointedly. "But he should've known better before messing with the person that matters to me the most." He shifted on the bed to face him, his hands now cradling Jesse's face. "I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life, and that's saying a lot. The thought of losing you- I almost went insane..."

Jesse nodded... he just hoped that Nathan stayed in prison. There would obviously be a public trial and oh god - would he have to testify? He probably would. He took a breath and shook the thoughts out of his mind. It was a problem for another day, frankly, because if he knew anything about the justice system, it was that his trial was unlikely to happen anytime soon. He focused in on what Sebastian was saying, grounding himself in the way the other man held him. "I love you!" Jesse blurted out then his eyes went a bit wide at the realisation of what he had said, "sorry. I shouldn't have... I just. I care about you a lot as well. And I know this whole thing started with you saying you'd never sleep with an employee but clearly I was too irresistible... I just wasn't sure how deep you were into this. Even now. Until you showed up today. Jesus, Seb... he could have killed you. He wanted to. He used me as bait and you came."

Sebastian's eyes went wide like plates at the blurted confession, and he could feel his brain and heart going into overdrive, trying both to catch ip at one another. Before he could say anything Jesse was already talking, obviously freaked he had said the wrong thing. He laughed softly and shook his head. "As much as I like it when you babble-" he started saying, then covered Jesse's mouth with his hand. "Shut up, St. James" he said, then moved his hand away and captured his lips with slow, deep kiss, pouring all his feelings into that one kiss. He pulled back just a bit and nodded. "Of course he used you as bait. He knew you were- are the most important thing to me" he said, then looked him in the eye. "I love you too, Jesse. Damn if I know when it happened, but I do. And I knew it the moment I thought something horrible had happened to you."

"Honestly, I think I was a little bit in love with you the first time you had me bent over your desk," Jesse half joked, carefully moving as far over on the bed as he could, patting the space next to him so Sebastian could get more comfortable than just sitting on the edge. "Does this mean we can stop hiding it at work because I hate to tell you, boss, but I think everybody knows and - oh god," he said, suddenly struck by the thought of something, "everybody knows. The video... your dad. Is he going to put a price on my head? Because I feel like I've had enough of people trying to kill me for at least the rest of the year."

Sebastian grinned. "To be honest, lots of men had fallen in love with me the moment I bent them over a desk, or pressed them against a wall. But none of them meant anything, until you.  And that sounded sappy as hell." He chuckled and shook his head. "Believe me, I know they know. They would be a bunch of dummies if they didn't, but we do have to thank them for their discretion." He scoffed. "He can't do nothing like that. I'm an adult, not a child, and he can't tell me what to do anymore." He laid down on the bed next to Jesse, having care not to squeze any of the I.V. lines down. "Who knows- Maybe if he gets to know you he will love you."

Jesse tried to ignore the twinge of jealousy that flared up inside of him at the thought of Sebastian with other men. Which was ridiculous because it wasn't as if he didn't know they had both slept with other people before obviously, but he still didn't want to think about the other people that Sebastian had - as he said - bent over a desk or pushed up against a wall. "Everybody loves me," Jesse replied, though it was more to cover up the fact that meeting Sebastian's father actually terrified him. He was - for all intents - the leader of one of the most notorious mob families in New York City. He was pretty sure that if Sebastian's Dad didn't like him, it wouldn't matter what Sebastian thought... he was as good as gone. "If we're... really talking about not hiding it and people knowing... can I... I want... this-" He wasn't sure how to say what he was thinking without it coming across as overly sappy or - worse - attacking. "I haven't slept with anybody else since- for awhile. You... you're not still sleeping with other men, right?" He tried not to look at Sebastian in that moment, as to not let his jealously show.

Sebastian chuckled. "Don't worry, your charming abilities will be put to the test that day, and it will your greatest success, babe." He tried to find Jesse's gaze, which was difficult to do when he seemed to be ducking his head like that, as if he was avoiding him. When he heard what the other said he smiled softly, then cupped his chin and made him look at him. "You're adorable. You want us to be exclusive?" he asked, then melted their lips together in a sweet, slow, deep kiss, his tongue claiming Jesse's mouth in the most delicate way he could, considering there were two tongues included. When they finally pulled back he looked him in the eye and grinned softly. "We have been exclusive for a while, Jesse. But it was nice of you to ask." He chuckled softly, then took his hand. "There no one else I'd rather have with me, in this shitty thing life is, than you. I feel like you could make any day better, just with that damn smile that makes me swoon." He scoffed softly. "And if you repeat this to anyone, I swear I will deny it." He winked at him and chuckled. 

For a split second, Jesse's stomach dropped... he thought that Sebastian was going to tell him that he didn't do exclusive relationships. That Jesse had just imagined it all. But then the other man was kissing him, their mouths moving together languidly. He laughed, miming zipping his lips shut, "your secret is safe with me... but just so you know, that's probably the most romantic thing that anybody has ever said to me. Mmm ... if that's what happens when I get shot, maybe I'll get shot more often. Non fatal, of course."

Sebastian frowned a bit. "You can have all of that without getting shot, so don't say that." He huffed softly, then scooted on the bed beside Jesse. "I never thought I could do anything romantic. Huh-how about that?" He looked up at him and grinned. "I'm good even doing that" he said with a soft chuckle, then shifted on his side to face Jesse. "I'm going to help you get better, and then we're going home. Together." He reached down and laced their fingers together.

Jesse looked down at their joined hands and smiled. The last day had been a crazy one - hell, the last few years since he met Sebastian had been some crazy years. Not all because of Sebastian, of course... it really all started with witnessing that stupid murder. But Sebastian - even back then - had kept him safe. Denied that he would have slept with his employees, of course, but that didn't really last long with them. And then being on and off every time Sebastian said it was the last time. Still, despite all that craziness (and no doubt craziness to come), he felt safe, right here, next to Sebastian. It was like all of the danger and things that had happened didn't matter. He gave the other man's hand a squeeze and nodded. "Home." He agreed, resting his head on Sebastian's shoulder, letting his eyes slip shut as he let some much needed rest wash over him.

END SCENE.

[manhattanprincesmythe]

A Rushed Decision || Self-Para

Sebastian got out of the car and shoved the door closed behind him hard, maybe the amount of tension that coursed through his body at the moment making him do things with a lot more force than usual, and he made it up the steps that led into the big oak door. He hadn’t even knocked on it before it was already opening. “Good afternoon, Master Sebastian” the man at the door said, and even if he still flinched at being called like that, seeing him there made Sebastian smile a little. “Hey Fred. Where is he?” The butler nodded. “He’s in the studio, sir.” Sebastian patted Fred’s arm and walked past him, his long legs moving in wide strides to take him into the next room.

“I don’t have time for any kind of crap right now, so make it quick” he said as soon as he opened the door and looking at the older man standing there. He gave Sebastian a stern look. “And hello to you too, son. Alright, no more crap. Come here.” He walked around the desk and opened the laptop that was there, and Sebastian followed him there but froze on the spot when he saw the image on the screen, a paused image of Jesse beaten and tied down to a chair. His heart twisted inside his chest, both fear and anger boiling like lava through his veins, then his father pressed the touch pad on the laptop and the video came to live.

It was really hard for him not to feell sick as he watched the video, and it was equally hard not to grab the laptop and smash it into the wall behind them, but he managed to stay as calm as possible as he let all the situation sink in, how that man had weasled his way into his club to carry on some sort of personal vendetta, and in doing so he had taken what he clearly knew mattered the most to him.

“So here’s what’s going to happen-” His train of thought was cut when the other man started talking again, and he shook his head to clear it out a bit and turned to him. “You’re going to stay put and let our men take care of that guy. Last thing we need right now is you putting yourself in harm’s way over a-” He waved his hand dismissevely. “- a hook up, sort of thing., which we’ll be discussing later, about how inappropiate it is to mingle with an employee like that. A strip dancer, for God’s sakes. Don’t you have any standars at all?” He shook his head. “Anyway, we’ll kill this Tony person and let the stripper dancer go free, and he will be let go, and we’ll all continue with our lives like this never happened, understood?”

During the whole time the older Smythe was talking Sebastian was leaning against the desk, arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows tight together in perfect concentration, hearing everything his father was saying. When he was sure the other was done, he pulled himself up and walked over to the other side of the desk, then put both his hands on it as he faced the other man. “And just in what universe did you think I would go along with that screwed up plan of yours? Sorry to break it to you, father- But you lost the right to tell me what to do a long time ago, when you decided to put me in charge. I decide what’s best to do in this situation. And another thing. Don’t you for once think you can tell me who I decide to keep in my life, and how I keep them.” He huffed. “And he’s not a mingle, or a hook up or anything like that. He’s my boyfriend, and his name is Jesse St. James. Live with that if you want, and if you don’t I don’t care anyway. I’ll take care of this, so stay the hell back.”

He turned around and headed to the door. “Oh, and another thing. What Tony did right there, you brought this on. So once again, father, I’m cleaning up your mess. How about that?” He shook his head and slammed the door on his way out. His driver was waiting him with the motor on and he got back inside quickly. “Where to, sir?” he asked him, and Sebastian had to take a couple of breaths before he gave  him the address of the abandoned warehouse. “And don’t you think about calling for any back up. I’m dealing with this myself.” He looked outside the window. “That asshole is going to regret to have put his hands on Jesse.”

[manhattanprincesmythe]

Daunting Realization || Self- Para

“I’m telling you, Angelo... It’s a deal you can’t say no to-” Sebastian rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Did you really just compare me with Michael Corleone? Well... That’s not such a bad comparison, is it?” Another chuckle, then he stood up, the phone still held to his ear. “Trust me, okay? Your whiskey will go out like gold around here. I know that because I’ve tasted it already, so you and I can make a huge  profit here-”

Sebastian went on for about a good five minutes, talking Angelo into not having doubts to plunge into doing business with him, then at a certain point he frowned. “Well, I’m charge now, and things are done differently. I expect your response tomorrow at noon, yes? Excellent- Pleasure doing business with you, Angelo-” He chuckled and shook his head. “Uh.. no. That’s the only kind of pleasure we can have now. Business. I know. It’s quite the shame for you. Talk you later.” With a smirk curling his lips Sebastian put the phone down and went back to his desk to scratch ‘calling Angelo Baggia’ off his notepad.

“Come in” he called out when he heard a knock on the door, then he saw Ritchie, one of the dancers  standing there, telling him that they were looking for Jesse, and he seemed nowhere to be found. By that point, it wasn’t a wonder they were looking for him in Sebastian’s office, so he didn’t bother to ask why would he know.

That wasn’t important. What set the red light on was the fact: Jesse was nowhere to be found.

Jesse wouldn’t have just dropped everything and leave. Sebastian knew if he had an errand to run he would at least have told him something, especially in the middle of an active working night.

Something wasn’t right.

He made it down the stairs two at the time and in no time he was at the main floor, looking around, and already highly concerned. When he asked who had last seen him, one of the dancers told him he saw him having a drink at the bar, and then shortly after going out the back door. Now, it wasn’t unusual for the dancers to get some freash air out in the back of the club, but why hadn’t he returned? 

At first, it escaped his attention that  the bartender was also not there, because his priority was to follow on the steps Jesse had taken. Something in his guts told him things were bad.

When he finally made it outside he looked around almost frantically. “Jesse?!” he called out loud, his fingers now running through his hair as he kept to control his breathing, then his eyes went down to the ground and his heart sank.

Slowly, he stepped forward and bent down to reach for the cellphone that laid on the ground. Jesse’s phone.

He looked to the side and saw the marks on the ground of tires, as if whoever was there left in a hurry. That didn’t make any sense, because no one ever parked in that alley. He stood back up and took a deep breath, his fingers now squeezing the phone so tight, it was a wonder it didn’t break in his hand.

Someone had taken him. And Sebastian told him he would always protect him. And he had failed. 

There was no way he would stand down now. He turned around and marched inside, everyone there parting ways as he walked by.

It was time to make it right.

Maybe just maybe, Angelo wasn’t that much far off in comparing him to Michael Corleone. Whoever took Jesse will suffer. And Sebastian would make sure of that.