"I gotta a feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night."
Who: dapperdevious and justwants2dance
What: Really not dancing with myself...
Where: Soho, London
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Rating: NSFW
He had heard it was one of the most popular gay nightclubs in London, so of course, Sebastian was going there to check out the nightlife... and see if anything there kept him interested enough to make a full night of it. With Jeremy still extremely pissed at him about the whole not really agreeing with the dating of a knocked up chick thing, Sebastian was on the receiving end of a lingering cold shoulder. Jez might be the sweeter twin of the pair, but fuck, could he hold a grudge when he wanted to, especially against his brothers. He was getting over the worst of the mono now, too, but he was still sleeping a lot, so after a ninja check to make sure his twin was still breathing and had what he needed, Sebastian left Jeremy's apartment and got a cab to the nightclub he had heard so much about.
And it was heaving. The music was pulsing, the strobe lights doing their thing with the smoke machine and a delicious level of gay guys in various stages of dress and undress jammed into the club. This was just what the doctor ordered. Since their fight, Sebastian had been going stir crazy in London. He had come to visit his brother, but getting the silent treatment meant it wasn't turning out how he expected. There was no hanging out or catching up, just a whole lot of Germ lying around his apartment feeling crap and shooting Seb pointed glares now and again. They would have to talk about this soon, but not yet. That would mean Sebastian had to visit the whole Blaine and Kurt factor again, and he was okay putting that off for a bit longer.
But he was just trying to weave his way to the bar to get a drink before he hit the dancefloor when he had to do a double-take at seeing who was already there, leaning back against the bar with a beer in hand amidst a persual of the pulsing scene. Holy shit. Mike Chang. Now, Sebastian knew of him from McKinley back in school The Asian dancer was pretty notorious because he was a weapon most other glee clubs in the mid-west competition didn't have. The moves that dude had were infamous, but Sebastian more than knew what the guy was up to these days. He was one of the main faces of Calvin Klein's current and ongoing campaign, and his adverts could seriously trump a good porn mag for jerk off material. He was alone by the looks of it, too, and hell yes Sebastian was going to use old links from the past to his advantage...
He sauntered over to the lithe dancer with a smirk. "Mike Chang. Long time no see. Why aren't you busting up the dancefloor, and preferrably divest of that shirt?" he flirted and waved the barman down to get a drink of his own. "Another one of the Nude Erections posse hanging out in London, I take it?"
Mike had to do a double take of his own once his eyes landed on who was addressing him. Jesus. Talk about a blast from the past. Once upon a time, Mike could have gladly shoved this dude down an extremely large flight of stairs, but he did redeem himself after the Karofksy thing and stopped being such a dick. After that, the two glee clubs had civil interactions and Sebastian cooled the stupidity of trying to steal Blaine off Kurt. Seriously, that was always going to be a lost battle for him. Kurt and Blaine's relationshio had been like diamonds. Nothing would have broken it, and it was a relief when Sebastian got that message. It made everyone's life a hell of a lot easier. "Dude," he greeted him with a smile and held his hand out to shake Sebastian's. "It's good to see you, and yeah. London's home now, without a doubt. What the hell are you doing here? Here, let me buy you a drink." Without even thinking about it, he handed some cash over to the barman. To that point, he actually completely missed the flirting too. It wasn't like him, but he had actually been contemplating whether he even wanted to bother with clubbing tonight or head home and hit the sack. It had been a long and exhausting day of photoshoots. He was knackered.
"My brother lives here. He has since he finished college and we sort of change off visiting each other when we have the time." Sebastian took his drink from the barman with a nod of thanks and took a quick swig from the bottle before he used it to gesture around the interior of the club. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you dating Tina Cohen-Chang back in high school? I didn't know this was your scene..." he stated with a pointed raise of his eyebrows. Though, if it was Mike's scene, it was definitely a huge +1 for the gay universe, because the dude was smoking and Sebastian would have tried to hit that back then if he had known Mike batted for his team.
Mike laughed with a shrug. "Most scenes are my scene, dude. When things didn't work out with Tina at the end of the day, I realised I was batting for both teams. It was no big deal, really. Not the ordeal some guys have coming out. My folks were cool with it, and I had all the support in the world from my friends. It was just a natural progression. But this scene? Definitely one of my favourites. So, what do you say? Want to hit the dancefloor with me? We could keep with the small-talk, but I doubt that's why either of us are here," he said knowingly with a nod in the direction of the other dancers.
"You don't have to ask me twice," Sebastian returned with another smirk. Shoving his drink onto the bar forgotten, he followed Mike onto the dancefloor packed with other guys. He drank in the sight of all the hot bodies, admiring the view of some of the more finer asses as they passed but then his eyes travelled to Mike's, and damn, that right there was one of CK's finest assests. Mike had a swagger in his walk, and the way he sauntered really put emphasis on his butt. Sebastian would happily just stand there all night watching Mike move, but this was way better. As soon as they hit the dancefloor, they wasted no time pressing up against each other and finding a rhythm with the thumping beat of the Ministry of Sound music. He snaked an arm around Mike's torso and then dropped his hand to his ass with an exploratory squeeze. "Nice..." he purred as he leant in towards Mike's ear so he could hear the compliment.
Gay clubs. There was never any wasting of time. If you had it, you flaunted it, and if you wanted it, you took it. Plain and simple. Just about every patron was there for one purpose, and that was why they were there to start with. Sebastian Smyth was just a real turn up of events for Mike, but he wasn't hard on the eyes by any means. Plus, he had been out and proud since high school, so he would know his stuff. Mike still remembered Kurt telling him that Sebastian basically lured them to a gay bar one night. It was where Blaine got trashed and tried to do Kurt in the back of the car, and although Kurt and Blaine had willingly gone, Mike had no doubt Sebastians intentions with Blaine back then had been less than savoury. Everything was different now, and if they were both up for it, why not? Usually small talk leading to a casual hook up involved at least getting a name and maybe a location, but they already knew each other so most of the hard work was done. "You like that, huh?" he returned with a smirk of his own. His hands went to Sebastian's hips and there as no hesitation when they started to grind together with the music.
Mike really had the moves. It wasn't just watching it now, Sebastian was drawn into the mesmirising and fluid motions of Mike's body, and it was beyond delicious. There were couples dancing all around then, but Sebastian was barely noticing the crowd. It was just there, and frankly, he was more than convinced he could get off like this. The tight pants - jeans for Sebastian, leather for Mike - did nothing to hide the erections and as they writhed together in every bit the dirty dancing move, the friction increased and Sebastian really had no choice but to capture Mike's lips in a heated snog. They kept dancing and Sebastian pulled Mike's hips even closer with another squeeze of his ass. These were the things that Queer as Folk were made of, and really, people didn't realise how accurate a depiction of the gay scene that show offered. Babylon was just like any other gay club in the world, only this place probably didn't have a back room.
Definitely no back room. It was a little more upper-class than that, so hook ups were generally taken elsewhere. But despite the obvious chemistry between him and Sebastian, and the clear sign they were both looking for the same thing, so why not just get to it together, they danced for quite some time. It had to be a good five songs, and countless recurring snogs and groping, to the point they were both sweating with exertion and Mike's heart was thumping in his chest. "What do you say? You want to get out of here? My place is just a few blocks away," he said to Sebastian loudly so he could be heard over the ridiculously loud music. They were basically all-but fucking on a dancefloor, so why not just get to home base already?
"Let's do it," Sebastian agreed with a nod, panting slightly to catch his breath after all the dancing. It was fucking hot in there, and it would change as soon as they got out into the cool London night air, but hearing that Mike only lived a few blocks away just made this thing all that more convenient. He did have a brief and fleeting thought about how Germ might feel if he heard that Sebastian hooked up with one of Quinn's friends, but he pushed it away without much of a care. Sex was just sex, and he and Mike were clearly on the same page with that. It wasn't every day you got to fuck a CK underwear model, was it? No way was he going to pass up this opportunity and he was as horny as fuck. If not Mike, it would have been some other piece of ass from that club. With Jeremy getting diseased and Sebastian doing his best to stick close and take care of him, it had been at least a couple of weeks since he had a good, hard lay. He worked hard and he needed the stress relief.
Making it out into the street, the chilled air did hit like a slap to the face, but Mike just sucked in a deep breath and let it cool the perspiration on his skin. He fanned at the front of his shirt a little to cool off, and after bounding a few paces down the street in the direction of his apartment, and away from the lingering crowds out the front of the club, he grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve and then pushed him up against a nearby wall in another hungry kiss. Their lips and tongue battled for dominance and now that they didn't have an audience, Mike dropped his hand to cup Sebastian's cock through his jeans. If he was honest, the fact he knew Sebastian was convenient for him. He hadn't really been in the mood for the catch and chase of picking up that night. If not this, he would have just gone home alone. This worked. At least, it was going to as soon as they hit his nearby apartment.
It was Sebastian who broke the snog this time and he swept his tongue over his lips to wet them, green eyes still drinking in the view of Mike's swollen mouth from the making out. "Are you sure about this? I know you're still connected to Blaine and Kurt these days. Sure it won't be one big awkward moment?" he murmured huskily, even if as the enquiry came, he was still rolling his hips against Mike's and felt the hard length of Mike's cock slam up against his. Fuck yes, he wanted this. If Blaine Anderson was going to be a factor, Sebastian was going to be really pissed. It was bad enough Germ was fucking the dude's baby momma, he didn't want him cockblocking a good fuck for no reason.
"Do you? How do you know that?" Mike panted back, though he really wasn't all that bothered with the answer. His head dropped back against the wall with a grunt of arousal and the tips of his fingers speared down the back of Sebastian's tight jeans to stroke the bare cleft of his ass.
Those ministrations alone elicited a tight groan of hunger from Sebastian and he huffed out a sharp sigh of annoyance that his conscience was even trying to get in the way here. "Long story? Too long for tonight," he offered distractedly and then pulld Mike's lower lip back between his and they got lost in yet another needy snog still pushed up against the wall. He rolled his back, pressing his ass roughly into Mike's hand to invite more of those touches. "Fuck, I want you balls deep in me, dude," he breathed against Mike's mouth with a quick swallow to wet his throat.
"Work," was Mike chaste response as he yanked Sebastian back away from the wall and started to walk purposefully down the sidewalk again. He honestly didn't care about the Blaine and Kurt link. It was unlikely a bit of casual sex between old acquaintences was going to affect that whole scenario anyway. Kurt and Blaine were beyond happily married and had a baby on the way. End of story. Mike was game if Sebastian was. It only took a few minutes to make it to Mike's place, and he hastily unlocked the apartment door and then slammed it shut behind them. Keys, wallet and cell phone were dumped unceremoniously onto the sofa, shoes were kicked out of and they were soon wrapped up in another hungry embrace on the sofa tearing each other's clothing off.
Tearing was the operative word. Mike actually ripped the cuff of Sebastian's shirt in how heated the situation was becoming, but neither paid any mind to it. They got naked and Mike was sprawled back on the sofa amongst the cushions with Sebastian on his knees between his legs before they knew it. Mike had a long leg hooked over Sebastian's shoulder while Sebastian swallowed him hole, lips sliding expertly down the length of Mike's dick as he took him deeply into his throat like a well-practiced pro. The moan that fell from Mike's lips was delicious and Mike twisted his fingers into Sebastian's hair, urging him on with the hungry blow job, and all he could do was curse harshly and hoarsely when he felt Sebastian delve the tip of his finger into Mike's ass without invitation. Yes, this was exactly what they both needed...
It was right in the middle of the blow job, though, where they got to the point that Sebastian had two fingers driven deep inside Mike's hole while Mike's hips rocked rhythmically in and out of the wet warmth of Sebastian's mouth that from under Mike's ass, his phone started to ring with the Kung Fu Fighting theme song. He really wanted to ignore it, but it was late and really unusual for his phone to be ringing at that hour. It distracted him enough, but he didn't try to fumble under his butt to dig it out. He was too lost in the blow job... at least, until the phone started to ring again. "Fuck... fucking hell," he swore in frustration and Sebastian pulled back, looking up at him, while Mike did dig around underneath him to find his phone. It cut off just as he found it, though, but his screen told him it was two missed called from Puck and then the buzz of a message signalling a voicemail came through. "It's Puck. Just... one second, okay? Sorry, dude."
Sebastian exhaled heavily, but nodded as he sunk back onto his haunches to wait for Mike to check the voicemail. He swiped his hand through his sweat-soaked hair and couldn't help but just sit there and gaze hungrily at Mike's dick still hard and pressed up against his ripped abdomen. Sebastian wasn't particular religious, but he found himself sitting there praying that the message was just an accidental misdial. He needed to get his fucking sex on, damnit. It was soon evident, however, that it wasn't a misdial. Mike's eyes widened as he listened to the message and he actually paled faintly, despite the red flush to his face from exertion. "What? What is it? Everything okay, dude?"
Mike his the button on his phone to end the voicemail message and pushed up off the sofa. "No. Fucking far from. Blaine's been in a car crash, he's at the hospital. I'm sorry, dude, but I have to go. We're a pretty tight-knit bunch these days. I... have to be there," he said, clearly panicked as he searched around for his pants. That was when he remembered they were leather and not only did he not want to battle back into them, but clubbing attire was hardly appropriate for going to a hospital.
"Holy shit!" Sebastian gasped, peeling himself up off the floor with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me? What happened? Is he okay?" He watched Mike trawl around looking for clothing and then followed him up the hall to the bedroom.
Mike grabbed a pair of well-loved jeans from his dresser and shook his head. "I don't know. Puck didn't say, he was just letting us know what's going on. Is anyone really okay after a car crash? You can stay here if you need, dude, but I seriously don't know how long I'll be. Or you can come. It's up to you. But I have to go, and like, stat." He got dressed and then threw another pair of his favourite jeans at Sebastian with a Liverpool United hoodie. For some really strange reason that he didn't understand or have time to analyse at that moment, he realised he wanted Sebastian to come with him...
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Really not dancing with myself...
Where: Soho, London
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Rating: NSFW
He had heard it was one of the most popular gay nightclubs in London, so of course, Sebastian was going there to check out the nightlife... and see if anything there kept him interested enough to make a full night of it. With Jeremy still extremely pissed at him about the whole not really agreeing with the dating of a knocked up chick thing, Sebastian was on the receiving end of a lingering cold shoulder. Jez might be the sweeter twin of the pair, but fuck, could he hold a grudge when he wanted to, especially against his brothers. He was getting over the worst of the mono now, too, but he was still sleeping a lot, so after a ninja check to make sure his twin was still breathing and had what he needed, Sebastian left Jeremy's apartment and got a cab to the nightclub he had heard so much about.
And it was heaving. The music was pulsing, the strobe lights doing their thing with the smoke machine and a delicious level of gay guys in various stages of dress and undress jammed into the club. This was just what the doctor ordered. Since their fight, Sebastian had been going stir crazy in London. He had come to visit his brother, but getting the silent treatment meant it wasn't turning out how he expected. There was no hanging out or catching up, just a whole lot of Germ lying around his apartment feeling crap and shooting Seb pointed glares now and again. They would have to talk about this soon, but not yet. That would mean Sebastian had to visit the whole Blaine and Kurt factor again, and he was okay putting that off for a bit longer.
But he was just trying to weave his way to the bar to get a drink before he hit the dancefloor when he had to do a double-take at seeing who was already there, leaning back against the bar with a beer in hand amidst a persual of the pulsing scene. Holy shit. Mike Chang. Now, Sebastian knew of him from McKinley back in school The Asian dancer was pretty notorious because he was a weapon most other glee clubs in the mid-west competition didn't have. The moves that dude had were infamous, but Sebastian more than knew what the guy was up to these days. He was one of the main faces of Calvin Klein's current and ongoing campaign, and his adverts could seriously trump a good porn mag for jerk off material. He was alone by the looks of it, too, and hell yes Sebastian was going to use old links from the past to his advantage...
He sauntered over to the lithe dancer with a smirk. "Mike Chang. Long time no see. Why aren't you busting up the dancefloor, and preferrably divest of that shirt?" he flirted and waved the barman down to get a drink of his own. "Another one of the Nude Erections posse hanging out in London, I take it?"
Mike had to do a double take of his own once his eyes landed on who was addressing him. Jesus. Talk about a blast from the past. Once upon a time, Mike could have gladly shoved this dude down an extremely large flight of stairs, but he did redeem himself after the Karofksy thing and stopped being such a dick. After that, the two glee clubs had civil interactions and Sebastian cooled the stupidity of trying to steal Blaine off Kurt. Seriously, that was always going to be a lost battle for him. Kurt and Blaine's relationshio had been like diamonds. Nothing would have broken it, and it was a relief when Sebastian got that message. It made everyone's life a hell of a lot easier. "Dude," he greeted him with a smile and held his hand out to shake Sebastian's. "It's good to see you, and yeah. London's home now, without a doubt. What the hell are you doing here? Here, let me buy you a drink." Without even thinking about it, he handed some cash over to the barman. To that point, he actually completely missed the flirting too. It wasn't like him, but he had actually been contemplating whether he even wanted to bother with clubbing tonight or head home and hit the sack. It had been a long and exhausting day of photoshoots. He was knackered.
"My brother lives here. He has since he finished college and we sort of change off visiting each other when we have the time." Sebastian took his drink from the barman with a nod of thanks and took a quick swig from the bottle before he used it to gesture around the interior of the club. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you dating Tina Cohen-Chang back in high school? I didn't know this was your scene..." he stated with a pointed raise of his eyebrows. Though, if it was Mike's scene, it was definitely a huge +1 for the gay universe, because the dude was smoking and Sebastian would have tried to hit that back then if he had known Mike batted for his team.
Mike laughed with a shrug. "Most scenes are my scene, dude. When things didn't work out with Tina at the end of the day, I realised I was batting for both teams. It was no big deal, really. Not the ordeal some guys have coming out. My folks were cool with it, and I had all the support in the world from my friends. It was just a natural progression. But this scene? Definitely one of my favourites. So, what do you say? Want to hit the dancefloor with me? We could keep with the small-talk, but I doubt that's why either of us are here," he said knowingly with a nod in the direction of the other dancers.
"You don't have to ask me twice," Sebastian returned with another smirk. Shoving his drink onto the bar forgotten, he followed Mike onto the dancefloor packed with other guys. He drank in the sight of all the hot bodies, admiring the view of some of the more finer asses as they passed but then his eyes travelled to Mike's, and damn, that right there was one of CK's finest assests. Mike had a swagger in his walk, and the way he sauntered really put emphasis on his butt. Sebastian would happily just stand there all night watching Mike move, but this was way better. As soon as they hit the dancefloor, they wasted no time pressing up against each other and finding a rhythm with the thumping beat of the Ministry of Sound music. He snaked an arm around Mike's torso and then dropped his hand to his ass with an exploratory squeeze. "Nice..." he purred as he leant in towards Mike's ear so he could hear the compliment.
Gay clubs. There was never any wasting of time. If you had it, you flaunted it, and if you wanted it, you took it. Plain and simple. Just about every patron was there for one purpose, and that was why they were there to start with. Sebastian Smyth was just a real turn up of events for Mike, but he wasn't hard on the eyes by any means. Plus, he had been out and proud since high school, so he would know his stuff. Mike still remembered Kurt telling him that Sebastian basically lured them to a gay bar one night. It was where Blaine got trashed and tried to do Kurt in the back of the car, and although Kurt and Blaine had willingly gone, Mike had no doubt Sebastians intentions with Blaine back then had been less than savoury. Everything was different now, and if they were both up for it, why not? Usually small talk leading to a casual hook up involved at least getting a name and maybe a location, but they already knew each other so most of the hard work was done. "You like that, huh?" he returned with a smirk of his own. His hands went to Sebastian's hips and there as no hesitation when they started to grind together with the music.
Mike really had the moves. It wasn't just watching it now, Sebastian was drawn into the mesmirising and fluid motions of Mike's body, and it was beyond delicious. There were couples dancing all around then, but Sebastian was barely noticing the crowd. It was just there, and frankly, he was more than convinced he could get off like this. The tight pants - jeans for Sebastian, leather for Mike - did nothing to hide the erections and as they writhed together in every bit the dirty dancing move, the friction increased and Sebastian really had no choice but to capture Mike's lips in a heated snog. They kept dancing and Sebastian pulled Mike's hips even closer with another squeeze of his ass. These were the things that Queer as Folk were made of, and really, people didn't realise how accurate a depiction of the gay scene that show offered. Babylon was just like any other gay club in the world, only this place probably didn't have a back room.
Definitely no back room. It was a little more upper-class than that, so hook ups were generally taken elsewhere. But despite the obvious chemistry between him and Sebastian, and the clear sign they were both looking for the same thing, so why not just get to it together, they danced for quite some time. It had to be a good five songs, and countless recurring snogs and groping, to the point they were both sweating with exertion and Mike's heart was thumping in his chest. "What do you say? You want to get out of here? My place is just a few blocks away," he said to Sebastian loudly so he could be heard over the ridiculously loud music. They were basically all-but fucking on a dancefloor, so why not just get to home base already?
"Let's do it," Sebastian agreed with a nod, panting slightly to catch his breath after all the dancing. It was fucking hot in there, and it would change as soon as they got out into the cool London night air, but hearing that Mike only lived a few blocks away just made this thing all that more convenient. He did have a brief and fleeting thought about how Germ might feel if he heard that Sebastian hooked up with one of Quinn's friends, but he pushed it away without much of a care. Sex was just sex, and he and Mike were clearly on the same page with that. It wasn't every day you got to fuck a CK underwear model, was it? No way was he going to pass up this opportunity and he was as horny as fuck. If not Mike, it would have been some other piece of ass from that club. With Jeremy getting diseased and Sebastian doing his best to stick close and take care of him, it had been at least a couple of weeks since he had a good, hard lay. He worked hard and he needed the stress relief.
Making it out into the street, the chilled air did hit like a slap to the face, but Mike just sucked in a deep breath and let it cool the perspiration on his skin. He fanned at the front of his shirt a little to cool off, and after bounding a few paces down the street in the direction of his apartment, and away from the lingering crowds out the front of the club, he grabbed Sebastian by the sleeve and then pushed him up against a nearby wall in another hungry kiss. Their lips and tongue battled for dominance and now that they didn't have an audience, Mike dropped his hand to cup Sebastian's cock through his jeans. If he was honest, the fact he knew Sebastian was convenient for him. He hadn't really been in the mood for the catch and chase of picking up that night. If not this, he would have just gone home alone. This worked. At least, it was going to as soon as they hit his nearby apartment.
It was Sebastian who broke the snog this time and he swept his tongue over his lips to wet them, green eyes still drinking in the view of Mike's swollen mouth from the making out. "Are you sure about this? I know you're still connected to Blaine and Kurt these days. Sure it won't be one big awkward moment?" he murmured huskily, even if as the enquiry came, he was still rolling his hips against Mike's and felt the hard length of Mike's cock slam up against his. Fuck yes, he wanted this. If Blaine Anderson was going to be a factor, Sebastian was going to be really pissed. It was bad enough Germ was fucking the dude's baby momma, he didn't want him cockblocking a good fuck for no reason.
"Do you? How do you know that?" Mike panted back, though he really wasn't all that bothered with the answer. His head dropped back against the wall with a grunt of arousal and the tips of his fingers speared down the back of Sebastian's tight jeans to stroke the bare cleft of his ass.
Those ministrations alone elicited a tight groan of hunger from Sebastian and he huffed out a sharp sigh of annoyance that his conscience was even trying to get in the way here. "Long story? Too long for tonight," he offered distractedly and then pulld Mike's lower lip back between his and they got lost in yet another needy snog still pushed up against the wall. He rolled his back, pressing his ass roughly into Mike's hand to invite more of those touches. "Fuck, I want you balls deep in me, dude," he breathed against Mike's mouth with a quick swallow to wet his throat.
"Work," was Mike chaste response as he yanked Sebastian back away from the wall and started to walk purposefully down the sidewalk again. He honestly didn't care about the Blaine and Kurt link. It was unlikely a bit of casual sex between old acquaintences was going to affect that whole scenario anyway. Kurt and Blaine were beyond happily married and had a baby on the way. End of story. Mike was game if Sebastian was. It only took a few minutes to make it to Mike's place, and he hastily unlocked the apartment door and then slammed it shut behind them. Keys, wallet and cell phone were dumped unceremoniously onto the sofa, shoes were kicked out of and they were soon wrapped up in another hungry embrace on the sofa tearing each other's clothing off.
Tearing was the operative word. Mike actually ripped the cuff of Sebastian's shirt in how heated the situation was becoming, but neither paid any mind to it. They got naked and Mike was sprawled back on the sofa amongst the cushions with Sebastian on his knees between his legs before they knew it. Mike had a long leg hooked over Sebastian's shoulder while Sebastian swallowed him hole, lips sliding expertly down the length of Mike's dick as he took him deeply into his throat like a well-practiced pro. The moan that fell from Mike's lips was delicious and Mike twisted his fingers into Sebastian's hair, urging him on with the hungry blow job, and all he could do was curse harshly and hoarsely when he felt Sebastian delve the tip of his finger into Mike's ass without invitation. Yes, this was exactly what they both needed...
It was right in the middle of the blow job, though, where they got to the point that Sebastian had two fingers driven deep inside Mike's hole while Mike's hips rocked rhythmically in and out of the wet warmth of Sebastian's mouth that from under Mike's ass, his phone started to ring with the Kung Fu Fighting theme song. He really wanted to ignore it, but it was late and really unusual for his phone to be ringing at that hour. It distracted him enough, but he didn't try to fumble under his butt to dig it out. He was too lost in the blow job... at least, until the phone started to ring again. "Fuck... fucking hell," he swore in frustration and Sebastian pulled back, looking up at him, while Mike did dig around underneath him to find his phone. It cut off just as he found it, though, but his screen told him it was two missed called from Puck and then the buzz of a message signalling a voicemail came through. "It's Puck. Just... one second, okay? Sorry, dude."
Sebastian exhaled heavily, but nodded as he sunk back onto his haunches to wait for Mike to check the voicemail. He swiped his hand through his sweat-soaked hair and couldn't help but just sit there and gaze hungrily at Mike's dick still hard and pressed up against his ripped abdomen. Sebastian wasn't particular religious, but he found himself sitting there praying that the message was just an accidental misdial. He needed to get his fucking sex on, damnit. It was soon evident, however, that it wasn't a misdial. Mike's eyes widened as he listened to the message and he actually paled faintly, despite the red flush to his face from exertion. "What? What is it? Everything okay, dude?"
Mike his the button on his phone to end the voicemail message and pushed up off the sofa. "No. Fucking far from. Blaine's been in a car crash, he's at the hospital. I'm sorry, dude, but I have to go. We're a pretty tight-knit bunch these days. I... have to be there," he said, clearly panicked as he searched around for his pants. That was when he remembered they were leather and not only did he not want to battle back into them, but clubbing attire was hardly appropriate for going to a hospital.
"Holy shit!" Sebastian gasped, peeling himself up off the floor with wide eyes. "Are you kidding me? What happened? Is he okay?" He watched Mike trawl around looking for clothing and then followed him up the hall to the bedroom.
Mike grabbed a pair of well-loved jeans from his dresser and shook his head. "I don't know. Puck didn't say, he was just letting us know what's going on. Is anyone really okay after a car crash? You can stay here if you need, dude, but I seriously don't know how long I'll be. Or you can come. It's up to you. But I have to go, and like, stat." He got dressed and then threw another pair of his favourite jeans at Sebastian with a Liverpool United hoodie. For some really strange reason that he didn't understand or have time to analyse at that moment, he realised he wanted Sebastian to come with him...
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE