Mini-Bang Story #1-19 Part 2
Title: Third-and-Long
Author: chippyofyonder
Beta: bmshull
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Dave/Sebastian, past one-sided Kurtofsky and one-sided Seblaine
Summary: NFL player Dave Karofsky finds himself ready to start a family. But when faced with Sebastian’s opposition, will he lose his husband in his fight for a child?
Note: This is not AU, but set further down the line in the Glee universe, in which scientists have discovered that there is a small uterus in most males (believed to be a leftover biological feature to ensure population continuity) that is, for the most part, inactive. Doctors must operate in order to “activate” it, which opens a channel in order for the semen to reach the egg. Males must be examined beforehand to ensure that there is enough room for the embryo to grow, but overall it is considered to be just as safe as a female pregnancy.
Also, the title is an American football term, meaning a team must run a third-down play with significant distance to go. It’s usually a metaphor for a situation where you need to take a lot of risks.
At my hotel. Flight was awful, as always. I’m hoping jetlag won’t be too much of a bitch, but we’ll see.
Gonna try to catch some sleep now. Don’t miss me too much.
Sebastian
***
Hey,
Guess whose French is rusty? Oh man. If I get another dirty look, I’m gonna cut a bitch, I swear…
Publisher seems interested. The editors I’m talking to speak English, thank god, and we’re hashing out some of the details, but they said it might take a few days for the paperwork to be in order (you think they would have had that done earlier…). Anyway, they basically told me to enjoy the sites and they’d let me know soon. I’m thinking wine is in order (do you want me to grab you something from Ladurée? I was going to stop for some macarons anyway).
Off to cause mayhem. Watch out Paris!
Sebastian
***
So, I may need to stay a few days longer. It sounds like they might be changing their minds about my series, and Emily is nagging at me to go schmooze a bit and get them to seal the deal. And here I thought no one was immune to my charms haha.
But yeah. Might need to stay a day or two longer than expected. Thought I’d let you know.
Sebastian
***
Saw the French version of you. Reminded me of those pictures you showed me of your “anti-bully” squad, except more ridiculous. Maybe I should get you a beret for old time’s sake hahaha
Sebastian
***
Hey,
Yeah, definitely going to have to stay longer. They’ve got me scheduled for Monday, so hopefully I’ll be outta here by Tuesday, maybe Wednesday if flying is hectic. I’m already sick of the Parisians, no matter how well they may be dressed (it’s like, a million Kurts or something).
It’s weird not hearing from you. Usually we can call when you’re at away games, but the whole “in a different country” thing kinda puts a damper on that, huh? I mean, I have no idea if you’re even getting my emails. It’s weird.
So. Email me back? If only for my sanity.
Sebastian
***
I miss you.
S
***
Dave unbuttoned his coat, heading listlessly to the kitchen. He glanced into the living room halfheartedly (as he had done hundreds of times the past week and a half), turning to rummage through the fridge. He frowned, making an abrupt turn back and blinked in surprise at the sight of Sebastian, sprawled casually on the sofa. “Oh,” Dave said, a little uselessly.
Sebastian looked tired, but there was an amused and fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Hi.”
The silence began to grow uncomfortable, neither really knowing what to say or how to say it. Eventually Sebastian sighed, pulling his legs up onto the sofa to wrap his arms around them. “I got you a gift,” he said awkwardly, gesturing to the dining room table. “There’s also something…else I thought you should look at.”
Dave shuffled to the table, looking briefly at the shiny box of palmiers (his favorite), before eyeing a large, white envelope sitting conspicuously beside it. He picked it up, turning to Sebastian as he went to open it.
“Are you filing for a divorce?” he asked weakly.
Sebastian looked taken aback, before he shook his head in disbelief. “Just open it, Dave.”
Dave stared at him, before slowly pulling out some papers. He started reading them slowly, his frown getting more and more confused. “These are from a doctor,” he said slowly. “Your health record? History?” He looked up quickly. “Are you sick?” he said, eyes wide and panicked.
Sebastian looked at him in exasperation, face partially buried in his knees. “Babe, c’mere.” He held out his hand for the papers when Dave was in reach, flipping through them until he came upon the ones he was looking for. He handed those back. Dave skimmed the first page, still looking puzzled, but relieved. “So basically, you’re fine,” he concluded. “Okay, one: Don’t scare me like that. And two: What’s going on?”
“You are so lucky you’re hot and loaded,” Sebastian said, face still hidden. “Just keep reading, for fuck’s sake…”
Getting annoyed, Dave continued. “‘Patient’s health is found to be adequate,’” he mumbled aloud. “‘….x-rays of internal organs examined…adequate…the patient has approval to begin pre-procedure process at his own choosing…’”
He flipped to the next page hastily, reading it several times over, before looking at Sebastian blankly. “When did you go in?” he asked.
Sebastian huffed. “I went in last week. Got to Paris, had the editors eating of my hand and the contract signed in two days,” he said, a tad haughtily. “Left the next day, and came back to the US.” He paused, before admitting awkwardly, “I’ve been staying in a hotel downtown.”
Dave took this in. “I really don’t know what to think anymore, Sebastian,” Dave admitted. “I’ve read the papers, I see what it says, but I just don’t get it.”
Sebastian sighed. Dave realized he must have had a shower, as he was dressed in his old sweats and his hair was unstyled, strands damp and getting in his eyes. He seemed diminished, so unlike the vivacious, confident man that Dave had married that it broke his heart, just a little.
“You know, I was scared shitless when you said you wanted a serious relationship,” Sebastian began, almost conversationally. “We’d been casual for a while, but it sort of hit me in that moment that we’d been fooling around a lot longer than I’d been with anybody else. And you remember what I did?”
“You dumped me,” Dave said.
“I dumped you,” Sebastian agreed. “And I was miserable as fuck. So I harassed you until you took me back, and told myself that I hadn’t been sleeping with anyone else anyway, so why the hell shouldn’t I give monogamy a try with a guy I can actually stand?”
“Which you did,” Dave added.
“Yep. And then I realized that six years had gone by. We were living together, you’d been playing professionally for a couple years, I had just published my first book…and my mom asked me when you and I were finally going to get hitched. And again, what did I do?”
“You dumped me,” Dave said, wryly.
“I dumped you. Because when the hell did my life get that fucking domestic? Where was the wild ‘Sebastian Smythe’ I’d always known? When did I get to the point that people were talking about me and marriage in the same sentence, like it was normal? Expected, even. I was weirded out, but most of all, I was scared,” he admitted. “I was fucking terrified because not only was it normal, but I didn’t hate it. And what did that say about me?”
Dave made to interrupt, but Sebastian held up a hand. “I don’t regret marrying you,” he said softly. “You didn’t make me do it, as much as I joke with everyone that you did. I just remember sitting in Jade’s spare room, thinking about how stupid I was the first time I left you, until I realized that I missed you and that I felt even worse than I did then. And I realized that not only was I miserable from leaving you…but I was sick with the thought that, this time, you wouldn’t take me back.”
Sebastian kept his eyes averted as his husband sat down beside him. “It’s a hard habit to break. Running, that is. Running away when you’re scared. Because I am, Dave.” He laughed self-depreciatively. “God, a crazy bastard like me, raising a kid? I don’t know how to interact with a kid, let alone have one of my own. But that doesn’t make me want it any less,” he admitted quietly. “And enter the fear all over again.”
He turned to face Dave. “I’m sick of lying to myself. I wanted a relationship with you, I wanted to marry you, and, god forbid, I want a family with you. No matter how stupid I act, telling myself I shouldn’t want to be this tied down at twenty-seven. No matter how much I think I’ll be a lousy dad. And no matter how much the thought of being pregnant still sort of freaks me out. I’m done running, because I know now that I’ll always regret it. I’ll always come back.” He paused. “If you’ll have me?”
Sebastian looked at Dave, completely and utterly uncertain for the first time since they’d met. Dave’s face was blank, staring at his feet. Eventually, though, his hand came up to wrap around Sebastian’s ankle, stroking lightly before traveling up to Sebastian’s face, tugging him forward. Sebastian scrambled from his curled position, cupping his hand over Dave’s in order to maintain contact.
“Yeah,” Dave said, kissing Sebastian lightly. “I think that could work.”
***
“Were you serious about a family?” Dave asked hesitantly. They had talked well into the evening, clearing the air between them about their hurts and fears. They had ended up on the floor, Dave resting his arms and head on Sebastian’s lap as the other man leaned back against the sofa. There were pillows everywhere and it was exactly how they used to lay together in their first apartment, Dave already drafted to the NFL and Sebastian still in school.
Sebastian, who had been running his fingers through Dave’s hair, paused. “When I went in to the doctor,” he began slowly, “it was mostly for questions about the procedure. Like, what did we need to do beforehand, that sort of thing. That’s when we ran the tests, to make sure I could do it safely. The blood work took a bit longer, which is why I said I was being delayed.” He started petting again. “After getting the okay, she gave me some specialists to contact, but advised that I should hold off for at least five to six months, to think on it.” He took a deep breath. “I agree. I do want a family, Dave. But I want to be sure that I’m ready, and I don’t think I am right now.”
“That’s fine,” Dave said quickly, catching Sebastian’s hand and holding it tight. “That’s more than fine. I don’t think I’m ready yet either.” Sebastian relaxed just a fraction. Dave swallowed, before saying, “I meant it before, about adopting. If you’re not comfortable with the whole pregnancy thing. I understand.”
“The whole being pregnant thing is kinda daunting,” Sebastian agreed. “But I like the idea of a kid being…ours, ya know?” At Dave’s beaming smile, Sebastian hastily added, “If only because any offspring of mine are bound to be gorgeous and talented, even with you being the other half of their DNA.”
“Right,” Dave said, still grinning madly. Sebastian tried to smother him with a pillow, which led to them wrestling, laughing like maniacs all the while. Afterwards they shared the palmiers, and though the cookies were just a little stale, neither seemed to care.
***
“ So I was thinking,” Sebastian said one morning, watching Dave cook breakfast.
“Uh oh,” Dave replied, pouring the egg mixture into a pan.
“I was thinking,” Sebastian continued anyway, “that maybe we should look into getting a new place.”
“What’s wrong with this one?” he asked, frowning down at the eggs before scrambling them. Omelets were overrated, anyway.
“Nothing really, I just thought it might be nice to upgrade. Have some more room.”
“What, like a house?”
“Well yeah,” Sebastian said, before sipping his coffee. “Nothing too suburban,” he added with a shudder. “But ya know, a yard, bigger kitchen, main bedroom, home gym for you, an office for me-”
“Gotta tell you, it’s sounding pretty suburban-y,” Dave teased. Sebastian sighed, realizing Dave needed a bigger hint.
“And at least one guestroom. Two would probably be better.”
“Two? What do we need two for?”
Sebastian hid his smirk, going in for the kill. “Well, I figured we’d have to convert the first one into a nursery anyway…”
Dave dropped the spatula. “Oh,” he shakily. “Yeah, I…yeah. Good. That sounds, uh, good.”
“I mean,” Sebastian said, enjoying himself immensely. “If you don’t think so-”
“No!” Dave yelped, turning around. “I agree. Awesome. Um, the idea, that is. Sounds great. Yeah.”
“Good,” Sebastian hummed. “I’ll give my parents a call later today. My grandma left me a decent chunk of money when I was fifteen, but with the condition that I had to ‘calm the hell down’ before I could get it. Her words, not mine.”
“What do you mean by a ‘decent’ chunk of money?”
“Kind of obscene, even by my standards.”
“Oh.” Sebastian’s parents were extremely wealthy.
“And once we get that all settled…”
The air was charged between them, both vividly recalling their conversation a little over eight months ago.
“Hey Dave,” Sebastian murmured.
“Yeah?” he asked eagerly.
“Eggs are burning.”
“…oh…shit!”
***
“I think there has been some mistake.”
“Really?” Sebastian said haughtily. “How so?”
“Well,” the real estate agent said nervously, “About your down payment-”
“Which the seller received. In cash, I might add.”
“Yes. Uh, just, it appears that the sum is almost total the purchase price.”
“And?”
“…”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but I believe we’re done here.”
“…of course, Mr. Smythe. Have a good day.”
***
“…the interior decorator should be here by eleven and…what?” Sebastian asked, in response to Dave’s staring. The movers had left several hours ago, and they had just finished setting up the necessities of the master bedroom. They had cracked open a couple of beers, sprawling across their mattress with no intents to move for quite some time.
“Nothing,” Dave said, after a few moments, still looking at Sebastian with a quietly content smile. He rolled to lean over him, setting his bottle on the floor and pressing their lips together lightly. “…love you,” he breathed, knowing he didn’t say it very often.
Sebastian leaned up to meet him. “Love you too,” he replied, not one to verbalize the sentiment either.
They both knew it anyway.
***
“…and remember, it may take a few months for the first few cycles to begin, so don’t be surprised if there are no signs of fertility to start with.”
“And just to be clear,” Sebastian said, sitting with Dave, three weeks after his surgery, “what should we be keeping an eye out for, um, sign-wise?”
Dr. Tate smiled at the couple encouragingly. “When the egg is fertile, it will send out a signal. This should mildly stimulate your prostate-”
“Got it,” Sebastian said, shifting awkwardly. Dr. Tate’s smile became mildly amused, but she smoothed it into something more professional.
“Some men are more sensitive than others, and in some cases the pressure isn’t really enough to register at all. If this is the case for you, we’ll put you on a very mild hormone that should regulate the cycles. That way, you’ll better know when your ‘fertile periods’ are.”
“Right,” Sebastian said again, feeling just mildly out of his depth.
Dr. Tate chuckled, saying gently, “I’ve included all of this information in a packet for you, as well as several websites and other contacts that can hopefully help with any unanswered questions. I’m also available by phone if you feel any reason to schedule another appointment.”
Sebastian nodded, elbowing Dave, who had not said a word the entire visit.
Dave winced. “Um,” he said awkwardly. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” she said, leading the couple out. “I know this all seems like a lot, right now,” she said kindly. “Take some time and just relax, if you can. You’d be surprised what anxiety can do to the body.”
***
“I don’t think this is what Dr. Tate meant,” Dave said as Sebastian kissed his neck hungrily.
“Bet I’ll be plenty relaxed afterwards,” he said, dropping to his knees and fiddling with Dave’s belt buckle.
“But-”
“Dave,” Sebastian said bluntly. “Are you honestly telling me you don’t want your cock in my mouth right now?”
Dave remained silent.
“Didn’t think so,” Sebastian said, leaning forward.
***
Dave was finishing his work out, settling the weight back to rest when he heard the front door slam.
“Dave!”
He jumped, nearly hitting his head on the bar. “Gym!” he yelled back, swinging himself upright at the unusual pitch to Sebastian’s voice. Glancing at the clock, he noted that Sebastian should have been meeting with Emily, and his concern grew. The door opened before he could get much closer to it, and his mouth went dry.
Sebastian was flushed, a light pink spreading from his face down his neck and chest, visible from the top of his light blue button down. He had worn his favorite suit, finely tailored in a navy blue. It was Dave’s favorite as well, emphasizing Sebastian’s slim hips and long, lean legs. He’d always enjoyed the easy confidence with which Sebastian wore it; casual yet composed.
There was nothing composed about Sebastian now. He was leaning heavily against the wall, hand gripping the doorknob as though to keep balance. His hair was rumpled and his breathing was harsh and openmouthed, eyes hooded but pupils blown wide. Suddenly Sebastian shuddered, hunching in on himself while letting out the smallest, keening groan. His eyes fluttered shut, and Dave focused with sudden clarity on the bulge in Sebastian’s trousers.
“Dave,” Sebastian whined, the sound making him become hypersensitive to the fact that he was drenched in sweat from his workout, and that he was achingly hard. Sebastian seemed to realize as well, as his eyes were trained sharply on the front of his old shorts, before meeting his face hungrily.
“Oh fuck,” was all Dave could say before Sebastian pounced, curling around him and meeting his lips forcefully with a deep moan. He rubbed against him desperately, shuddering again and gasping into Dave’s mouth. He pulled back, gripping Dave’s face to look him in the eye.
“You have five seconds to get in me, or I swear to god I’m going throw you on the ground and make you,” he snarled.
Dave gaped.
Some time later, Sebastian was pressed to the previously abandoned bench, scrambling frantically at the bar as Dave thrust awkwardly, knocking over a bottle of lotion (hastily sought) and searching for some kind of purchase to steady his movements. Sebastian had lost his pants and shoes, but was still clad in his shirt, suit jacket, and socks. His shirt was unbuttoned, pushed aside so Dave could nip and suck as he pleased at Sebastian’s heaving chest. Sebastian, for the most part, could only moan as the throbbing, aching place inside him was hit again and again by Dave’s cock. “Oh, oh, fuck,” he cried, bringing one hand down to grasp his dick. He keened, babbling incoherently, “Right there, harder, please, please.”
Dave, hooking his foot on the bench leg and finally finding leverage, complied. He knew he wasn’t going to last, not with Sebastian’s pleading voice pushing him closer and closer to the edge. While the other man had always been a passionate and pleasing lover, he’d never seen Sebastian so wild, so utterly desperate the way he was now. It was heady, and he kissed at the other man’s mouth, silencing the begging that was driving him slowly mad.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Sebastian hissed, clawing at Dave’s back. He bucked up, before crying out as he reached his pleasure, coating their stomachs. He gasped as Dave surged up, pushing inside him deeply before coming himself, groaning into Sebastian’s neck. They lay bonelessly, panting into each other’s mouths. Eventually they roused enough to sit on the floor, Sebastian wrinkling his nose at Dave’s sweat slicked body and picking at his crumpled clothing, already dreading the trip to the dry cleaners.
“I think that was the sign we were supposed to look for,” Dave muttered.
Sebastian snorted. “Mild stimulation my ass.”
***
After confirming that the reaction was normal (on the extreme side, but still normal), Dave and Sebastian fell into a routine. This routine was similar to what they usually did, only sometimes Sebastian came home panting and they wouldn’t leave the house for days on end. It got to the point where Sebastian couldn’t shiver without Dave rolling on top of him, indifferent to Sebastian’s complaints of, “I’m just cold, for fuck’s sake!”
Both acted put upon, but there was a certain eagerness to their responses, an anticipation in the air when it got closer and closer to Sebastian’s “time”. Sex had always been good, but there was something deeper now, something more than just pleasure as the goal. They were more teasing, more playful, but indescribably more loving. They waited breathlessly, almost impatient in their want of these new, addictive moments.
Until one time, it didn’t come.
***
“Mr. Smythe? Mr. Karofsky? The doctor will see you now.”
***
But something even more wonderful did.