Trouty and the Tramp Ch.2
Trouty and The Tramp
Chapter 2/? Equal Opportunity Opportunist
Author(s):
stellaann and
trinbriggs
Rating: R
Length: This chapter 2,400. Story is 19,000+.
Warnings: (For whole story) Slash, Language, Sexual content, underage drinking.
Slight dub-con in later chapters but lets call it con-con. For confused consent. : )
Spoilers: S3.
Pairing: Eventual Sam/Sebastian. Firmly est. Klaine.
Summary: Sam has always known exactly who is he, he just doesn't know what he wants. Sebastian may not know who he is, but he always knows exactly what he wants. And he will get it, he always does...S3 AU Sam in Dalton.
***
Sebastian had never been very orderly. Clothes were always thrown where they were taken off, papers were always lost, and he was constantly running late. The problem with these things wasn't that he was as unorganized as a kindergartener, it was that no one ever confronted him about it. A fact he was very aware of and, as he "unpacked" his bags looking for one shirt in particular, smug about. He was charismatic, charming even. He knew he was well liked. And, really, what wasn't there to like? He knew how he looked. Long and strong. And dare he say it (and he does) sexy as hell. It wasn't conceit, it was well deserved confidence. Just ask him.
It wasn't really his choice to come to Dalton. His older brother, Augusten, had ruled this school 3 years earlier and Sebastian followed in no ones shadow. So, after a very convincing and passionate speech to his father when he was 14, public school it was. And he loved the variety. Girls, boys, jocks, cheerleaders, the occasional shy computer nerd. He really wasn't picky. Really.
But his time at public school was over. Get caught with your hand down another boys pants ONCE and its like you called in a bomb threat. How pathetic. At least it was on the last day of the school year. But Sebastian rose to the challenge (because he ALWAYS rises to any challenge… innuendo intended) and decided if Dalton were lucky enough to have him, he would give the best first impression that he could give. Which, in Sebastian's opinion, was a damn fine impression.
He had arrived early, blazer firmly fitted and pants just tight enough, traversing the hallways and entering the Warbler's common room. Smiling at the fact that he already had an in. That was one good thing about having an older brother who used to be on the Warbler council… Sebastian knew Wes and David and had spent the last part of the summer hanging out with various members of the Warblers. So, long story short, he was officially a Warbler.
Standing in his dorm room now he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. It was his first day here and he was already part of the most beloved group in school. He could thank his enormous talent for that.
Finally finding the shirt he had been hunting for, ignoring the numerous others that had been dropped to the floor in his search, he pulled it over his head. He turned to admire himself in the mirror on the door, running his hand along the words, when the door opened.
The first thing he noticed was the hair. The god-awful bleached blond hair. The boy needed a haircut and badly. But the critique ended there.
Lips. Wow. Pouty lips that brought only one thing to the forefront of Sebastian's mind. After he had to literally rip his gaze away from the other boy's mouth he sized up the rest of the package. Broad shoulders, nice arms, and what looked like a tight stomach. He couldn't see the ass but he was sure that it fit in with the rest of the parcel; tight and ready to be opened. By him, preferably. He could do without the hair but the rest of the boy was acceptable enough. He would do; was do-able. Sebastian took in a breath.
"Welcome to Dalton, roomie."
He waited a heartbeat before holding his hand out. The other boy looked at it for a moment before reaching over and taking it. Firm yet sweaty fingers gripped Sebastian's. He must be nervous. How cute.
"I'm Sebastian."
"Sam."
Holding his gaze, Sebastian pulled his hand away and wiped it on his shirt, loving how his new roommate's cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
Sam cleared his throat. "So the rooms are, like, nice. Bigger than I thought."
"Yes, they are nice. And completely soundproof."
Sam blanched.
"I meant in case you wanted to play music, of course." Sebastian smirked and gestured to the guitar Sam had carried in with his suitcase.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. Music." Sam's tongue came out to lick at his lips and Sebastian could actually hear his mind boarding a plane to a very, VERY dirty place.
Sebastian watched as Sam opened his suitcase and pulled out a pair of dirty, worn basketball sneakers, realizing that he had yet to consider that the boy could be straight. Not with THAT hair. But now watching him unload graphic tee after graphic tee out of his suitcase, Sebastian wondered. Not that it mattered. It never did. Teenage boys were so easy. Almost too easy. And Sebastian was a pro at "convincing" straight boys that it wasn't gay when your hand is on another guys dick. It's just mutual masturbation. How do you think he ended up in the locker room with his hand down the Prom King's pants? Apparently the Prom Queen hadn't been too pleased when that little announcement was posted on facebook. Go figure. Sebastian had assumed that she wouldn't care that much, because while her boyfriend had been douching it up with his friends on the dance floor at Prom, she had been jerking him off in the weight room.
No one could say that Sebastian wasn't an equal opportunity opportunist. He had never actually slept with a girl, their bodies certainly didn't entice him the same way that a guy's could. But, a hand was a hand was a hand, or a mouth… It felt good no matter the gender of the person operating the body part in question. He had slept with a couple boys at his old school, never one to fall into the trap of a relationship on purpose. He would never admit it but he hadn't ever slept with more than one person at a time, preferring to get closure with one warm body before moving on to the next.
Watching Sam move around the room, Sebastian hoped that he was watching his next willing, warm body.
"Do you need help with anything? Unpacking, organizing your secret porn stash, putting your clothes away? I'm here to lend a helping hand Sam…. or whatever else you might need." Sebastian moved closer to Sam, eyes trailing over Sam's figure as he bent to put shoes under his bed. That ass, Sebastian happily observed, it definitely fits with the rest of the package. Blondie was built like a ken doll, he could only hope that Sam was better equipped than the plastic doll. He was determined to find out.
"Sure dude, thanks, where can we put these?" Sam handed him a overflowing magazine holder.
Sebastian looked down, expecting muscle man magazines or something, he was slightly unbelieving as he looked down at a stack of comics poking out of the holder. Superman, Spiderman, and many others he had no clue about. As he leafed through them, he noticed that the majority of them were Batman comics.
It wasn't even the cool new dark and edgy Batman, it was the old school Batman and Robin comics.
" You really do have a secret porn stash! So you like Batman, huh? Are you that big of a nerd or do you get off on barely suppressed homoeroticism?"
Sam looked at him blankly for a moment before letting out a nervous laugh, "Totally that big of a nerd. Bruce Wayne is just a normal dude, who is totally awesome."
Sebastian put the comics on their bookshelf and turned back to watch Sam pull out the rest of the contents in his suitcase. Who knew what helpful hints he might find in Sam's belongings.
As he watched, Sam carefully unwrapped a couple of picture frames. The first was clearly his family, the two small children looking too much like Sam to be anything other than siblings. The second, fluffed glitter everywhere when Sam pulled the wrapping paper off. Sam, brushed glitter off the glass and smiled as he set it down in front of the first on his night stand. There were two other guys in the picture with Sam, they were all dressed up and smiling with their arms around one another, Sam in the middle. One of the boys was strangely familiar, though Sebastian couldn't place him for a moment, then it all clicked.
"Ah, so that's the boyfriend!"
"What, no, I don't have a boyfriend…" Sam stuttered slightly.
"No, I met him, Blaine, right? I've been hanging out with the Warblers pretty much all summer, I met Blaine a couple times in passing. He wasn't around much and I didn't get the feeling that anyone was very surprised when he transferred. The other guy in the picture must be the boyfriend he transferred for?"
As Sebastian took in the picture, the three boys looked very close and very comfortable. He hadn't ever seen a picture of the mysterious boyfriend. He had stunning eyes, and his skin looked soft and perfect, almost as nice as Sebastian's. Sam interrupted his thoughts, "Right, yeah, that's Blaine and his boyfriend Kurt. They're my best friends."
"Where do you know them from?"
Sam pulled the last frame free of paper and showed it to Sebastian. It was a group of people all dressed up in competition costumes, full of smiles. "The picture is from before Nationals, it was my old school's Glee club, the New Directions. That's where I met Kurt and then I met Blaine once he and Kurt started dating."
"What was your Glee club called again?"
Sebastian could have sworn the boy said nude erections the second time as well. Was this kid fucking with him already? Because if he was, color Sebastian impressed.
"Come again?"
"New Directions?" He said it like is was a question.
"Never mind." Sebastian perched on the edge of Sam's bed as the other boy threw his suitcase onto the floor after dumping the contents onto his bed. A small, purple book caught his attention.
"Didn't figure you for the diary type, Sam. Do you start your entries with 'Dear diary' or 'Are you there, God?"
Sam looked down to the book in question, picking it up gingerly before placing it in the top drawer of his nightstand.
"Kurt gave it to me as a goodbye present. It's not really a journal. I write everything down in it. Lyrics, thoughts, grocery lists. You name it."
"Shit, maybe I should have asked if Kurt was your boyfriend?"
Sam looked angry for a moment before his eyes went soft.
"Him and Blaine are the best people I have ever met. I fricken love my book, dude. It was pretty much the most awesome gift ever and it's from one of the most awesome guys ever. Make fun of it all you want but you would be lucky if you had two best friends like them."
Best friends with two gay guys, huh? Sam seemed incredibly comfortable with boys who liked boys. Maybe is was time to see just how comfortable he was; time to test Sam's boundaries. Something Sebastian was good at.
Sebastian stood up from the bed and crowded Sam, moving the boy towards the bookshelf. Leaving a little more than a foot between them. Sam flushed, obviously not really understanding what was going on.
Sebastian took advantage of Sam's uncertainty and leaned closer, resting his arm on the bookshelf behind Sam. He kept his gaze playful and he could tell when Sam finally got it.
"I… I'm not gay." Sam's spluttered, brushing roughly past Sebastian's shoulders, heading to the door.
Unfortunately, that slight brush pushed Sebastian back just far enough to catch his left foot on Sam's suitcase. Falling backwards, he landed on the ground with an undignified "oof".
"Dude, I am so sorry. Are you okay." Sam rushed to pull him to his feet. Sebastian could tell from the look on his face that he hadn't anticipated his pulling bringing them so close together. Faces closer than before, Sebastian couldn't help but let his eyes wander, once again, down to those sinful lips. Sam must have noticed because, face turning red, he dropped his gaze just slightly past Sebastian's eye line and licked his lips.
Sebastian felt a broad smile flash across his face at the other boys unintended response. Score one for Sebastian.
Sam pulled away faster than he had even pulled Sebastian to his feet, muttering, "I've got more stuff in the car to grab. Just… sorry", before walking out the door.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Sebastian crossed the room to Sam's nightstand. If he was going to make progress with this boy he was going to need some insider information. It didn't really count as an invasion of privacy if Sebastian was really only using it to benefit Sam in the end, right? And what person wouldn't consider fucking Sebastian a benefit? No one, that's who.
Chapter 1/ Chapter 3
Chapter 2/? Equal Opportunity Opportunist
Author(s):
stellaann and
trinbriggs
Rating: R
Length: This chapter 2,400. Story is 19,000+.
Warnings: (For whole story) Slash, Language, Sexual content, underage drinking.
Slight dub-con in later chapters but lets call it con-con. For confused consent. : )
Spoilers: S3.
Pairing: Eventual Sam/Sebastian. Firmly est. Klaine.
Summary: Sam has always known exactly who is he, he just doesn't know what he wants. Sebastian may not know who he is, but he always knows exactly what he wants. And he will get it, he always does...S3 AU Sam in Dalton.
***
Sebastian had never been very orderly. Clothes were always thrown where they were taken off, papers were always lost, and he was constantly running late. The problem with these things wasn't that he was as unorganized as a kindergartener, it was that no one ever confronted him about it. A fact he was very aware of and, as he "unpacked" his bags looking for one shirt in particular, smug about. He was charismatic, charming even. He knew he was well liked. And, really, what wasn't there to like? He knew how he looked. Long and strong. And dare he say it (and he does) sexy as hell. It wasn't conceit, it was well deserved confidence. Just ask him.
It wasn't really his choice to come to Dalton. His older brother, Augusten, had ruled this school 3 years earlier and Sebastian followed in no ones shadow. So, after a very convincing and passionate speech to his father when he was 14, public school it was. And he loved the variety. Girls, boys, jocks, cheerleaders, the occasional shy computer nerd. He really wasn't picky. Really.
But his time at public school was over. Get caught with your hand down another boys pants ONCE and its like you called in a bomb threat. How pathetic. At least it was on the last day of the school year. But Sebastian rose to the challenge (because he ALWAYS rises to any challenge… innuendo intended) and decided if Dalton were lucky enough to have him, he would give the best first impression that he could give. Which, in Sebastian's opinion, was a damn fine impression.
He had arrived early, blazer firmly fitted and pants just tight enough, traversing the hallways and entering the Warbler's common room. Smiling at the fact that he already had an in. That was one good thing about having an older brother who used to be on the Warbler council… Sebastian knew Wes and David and had spent the last part of the summer hanging out with various members of the Warblers. So, long story short, he was officially a Warbler.
Standing in his dorm room now he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. It was his first day here and he was already part of the most beloved group in school. He could thank his enormous talent for that.
Finally finding the shirt he had been hunting for, ignoring the numerous others that had been dropped to the floor in his search, he pulled it over his head. He turned to admire himself in the mirror on the door, running his hand along the words, when the door opened.
The first thing he noticed was the hair. The god-awful bleached blond hair. The boy needed a haircut and badly. But the critique ended there.
Lips. Wow. Pouty lips that brought only one thing to the forefront of Sebastian's mind. After he had to literally rip his gaze away from the other boy's mouth he sized up the rest of the package. Broad shoulders, nice arms, and what looked like a tight stomach. He couldn't see the ass but he was sure that it fit in with the rest of the parcel; tight and ready to be opened. By him, preferably. He could do without the hair but the rest of the boy was acceptable enough. He would do; was do-able. Sebastian took in a breath.
"Welcome to Dalton, roomie."
He waited a heartbeat before holding his hand out. The other boy looked at it for a moment before reaching over and taking it. Firm yet sweaty fingers gripped Sebastian's. He must be nervous. How cute.
"I'm Sebastian."
"Sam."
Holding his gaze, Sebastian pulled his hand away and wiped it on his shirt, loving how his new roommate's cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
Sam cleared his throat. "So the rooms are, like, nice. Bigger than I thought."
"Yes, they are nice. And completely soundproof."
Sam blanched.
"I meant in case you wanted to play music, of course." Sebastian smirked and gestured to the guitar Sam had carried in with his suitcase.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. Music." Sam's tongue came out to lick at his lips and Sebastian could actually hear his mind boarding a plane to a very, VERY dirty place.
Sebastian watched as Sam opened his suitcase and pulled out a pair of dirty, worn basketball sneakers, realizing that he had yet to consider that the boy could be straight. Not with THAT hair. But now watching him unload graphic tee after graphic tee out of his suitcase, Sebastian wondered. Not that it mattered. It never did. Teenage boys were so easy. Almost too easy. And Sebastian was a pro at "convincing" straight boys that it wasn't gay when your hand is on another guys dick. It's just mutual masturbation. How do you think he ended up in the locker room with his hand down the Prom King's pants? Apparently the Prom Queen hadn't been too pleased when that little announcement was posted on facebook. Go figure. Sebastian had assumed that she wouldn't care that much, because while her boyfriend had been douching it up with his friends on the dance floor at Prom, she had been jerking him off in the weight room.
No one could say that Sebastian wasn't an equal opportunity opportunist. He had never actually slept with a girl, their bodies certainly didn't entice him the same way that a guy's could. But, a hand was a hand was a hand, or a mouth… It felt good no matter the gender of the person operating the body part in question. He had slept with a couple boys at his old school, never one to fall into the trap of a relationship on purpose. He would never admit it but he hadn't ever slept with more than one person at a time, preferring to get closure with one warm body before moving on to the next.
Watching Sam move around the room, Sebastian hoped that he was watching his next willing, warm body.
"Do you need help with anything? Unpacking, organizing your secret porn stash, putting your clothes away? I'm here to lend a helping hand Sam…. or whatever else you might need." Sebastian moved closer to Sam, eyes trailing over Sam's figure as he bent to put shoes under his bed. That ass, Sebastian happily observed, it definitely fits with the rest of the package. Blondie was built like a ken doll, he could only hope that Sam was better equipped than the plastic doll. He was determined to find out.
"Sure dude, thanks, where can we put these?" Sam handed him a overflowing magazine holder.
Sebastian looked down, expecting muscle man magazines or something, he was slightly unbelieving as he looked down at a stack of comics poking out of the holder. Superman, Spiderman, and many others he had no clue about. As he leafed through them, he noticed that the majority of them were Batman comics.
It wasn't even the cool new dark and edgy Batman, it was the old school Batman and Robin comics.
" You really do have a secret porn stash! So you like Batman, huh? Are you that big of a nerd or do you get off on barely suppressed homoeroticism?"
Sam looked at him blankly for a moment before letting out a nervous laugh, "Totally that big of a nerd. Bruce Wayne is just a normal dude, who is totally awesome."
Sebastian put the comics on their bookshelf and turned back to watch Sam pull out the rest of the contents in his suitcase. Who knew what helpful hints he might find in Sam's belongings.
As he watched, Sam carefully unwrapped a couple of picture frames. The first was clearly his family, the two small children looking too much like Sam to be anything other than siblings. The second, fluffed glitter everywhere when Sam pulled the wrapping paper off. Sam, brushed glitter off the glass and smiled as he set it down in front of the first on his night stand. There were two other guys in the picture with Sam, they were all dressed up and smiling with their arms around one another, Sam in the middle. One of the boys was strangely familiar, though Sebastian couldn't place him for a moment, then it all clicked.
"Ah, so that's the boyfriend!"
"What, no, I don't have a boyfriend…" Sam stuttered slightly.
"No, I met him, Blaine, right? I've been hanging out with the Warblers pretty much all summer, I met Blaine a couple times in passing. He wasn't around much and I didn't get the feeling that anyone was very surprised when he transferred. The other guy in the picture must be the boyfriend he transferred for?"
As Sebastian took in the picture, the three boys looked very close and very comfortable. He hadn't ever seen a picture of the mysterious boyfriend. He had stunning eyes, and his skin looked soft and perfect, almost as nice as Sebastian's. Sam interrupted his thoughts, "Right, yeah, that's Blaine and his boyfriend Kurt. They're my best friends."
"Where do you know them from?"
Sam pulled the last frame free of paper and showed it to Sebastian. It was a group of people all dressed up in competition costumes, full of smiles. "The picture is from before Nationals, it was my old school's Glee club, the New Directions. That's where I met Kurt and then I met Blaine once he and Kurt started dating."
"What was your Glee club called again?"
Sebastian could have sworn the boy said nude erections the second time as well. Was this kid fucking with him already? Because if he was, color Sebastian impressed.
"Come again?"
"New Directions?" He said it like is was a question.
"Never mind." Sebastian perched on the edge of Sam's bed as the other boy threw his suitcase onto the floor after dumping the contents onto his bed. A small, purple book caught his attention.
"Didn't figure you for the diary type, Sam. Do you start your entries with 'Dear diary' or 'Are you there, God?"
Sam looked down to the book in question, picking it up gingerly before placing it in the top drawer of his nightstand.
"Kurt gave it to me as a goodbye present. It's not really a journal. I write everything down in it. Lyrics, thoughts, grocery lists. You name it."
"Shit, maybe I should have asked if Kurt was your boyfriend?"
Sam looked angry for a moment before his eyes went soft.
"Him and Blaine are the best people I have ever met. I fricken love my book, dude. It was pretty much the most awesome gift ever and it's from one of the most awesome guys ever. Make fun of it all you want but you would be lucky if you had two best friends like them."
Best friends with two gay guys, huh? Sam seemed incredibly comfortable with boys who liked boys. Maybe is was time to see just how comfortable he was; time to test Sam's boundaries. Something Sebastian was good at.
Sebastian stood up from the bed and crowded Sam, moving the boy towards the bookshelf. Leaving a little more than a foot between them. Sam flushed, obviously not really understanding what was going on.
Sebastian took advantage of Sam's uncertainty and leaned closer, resting his arm on the bookshelf behind Sam. He kept his gaze playful and he could tell when Sam finally got it.
"I… I'm not gay." Sam's spluttered, brushing roughly past Sebastian's shoulders, heading to the door.
Unfortunately, that slight brush pushed Sebastian back just far enough to catch his left foot on Sam's suitcase. Falling backwards, he landed on the ground with an undignified "oof".
"Dude, I am so sorry. Are you okay." Sam rushed to pull him to his feet. Sebastian could tell from the look on his face that he hadn't anticipated his pulling bringing them so close together. Faces closer than before, Sebastian couldn't help but let his eyes wander, once again, down to those sinful lips. Sam must have noticed because, face turning red, he dropped his gaze just slightly past Sebastian's eye line and licked his lips.
Sebastian felt a broad smile flash across his face at the other boys unintended response. Score one for Sebastian.
Sam pulled away faster than he had even pulled Sebastian to his feet, muttering, "I've got more stuff in the car to grab. Just… sorry", before walking out the door.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Sebastian crossed the room to Sam's nightstand. If he was going to make progress with this boy he was going to need some insider information. It didn't really count as an invasion of privacy if Sebastian was really only using it to benefit Sam in the end, right? And what person wouldn't consider fucking Sebastian a benefit? No one, that's who.
Chapter 1/ Chapter 3