"I'll be your best kept secret, and your biggest mistake..."

[warble_on_jeff]

Who? warble_on_jeff and dapperdevious
What? In which Sebastian's queer eye finds a not-straight guy...
When? Friday afternoon, after Warblers' practice
Where? In the Warblers practice room.
Rating: Could be anything

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[dapperdevious]

Sebastian was finding Warblers rehearsal lately incredibly tedious and boring. He went through the motions because it would be some decent extra credit points on his record, but seriously, if they didn't stop with crappy song choices and forever sticking Blaine Anderson in lead like a hyperactive puppy on crack that bounced his hobbit ass all over the furniture, Sebastian was seriously going to have to find some other interesting extracurricular activity to entertain him. Shame that Anderson was off the market and not up for the taking to be said extracurricular activity because he was totally hot and had an ass that wouldn't quit. He might have even contemplated putting up a fight for the lead Warbler, but they were a team and it was an unwritten age-old rule not to water someone else's grass and he was forced to respect that Blaine belonged to Kurt

[warble_on_jeff]

Clearly, Jeff's "focus on the painting" plan was entirely in vain, and Sebastian had caught him. As the other boy strode toward him, Jeff was racking his brain for a decent response to anything Sebastian might ask him. At this particular moment, Jeff was convincing himself that it wasn't what it looked like, and that he wasn't getting hard from looking at another guy, though, with a distinct absence of throw pillows at his disposal, Jeff couldn't really hide that one all that well. He tugged at the bottom of his blazer, making do with what he had.

"I... Um... What?" Jeff asked, his voice coming out in more of a squeak than he'd intended for it to. "I was... the painting... It wasn't... I never noticed it before..." Cute argument, Jeff, he thought to himself. Sebastian wasn't an idiot, and the chances of his not realizing that by the painting, Jeff had really meant Sebastian's ass were slim to none. It was an even harder argument to make, given that Jeff had been in the Warblers for quite some time, and been in this room probably a

[dapperdevious]

Sebastian's tongue trailed slowly across his lower lip, even if he was still smirking. Oh, this was highly amusing. The guy was clearly a extensive closeted case, but Sebastian didn't know him well enough to assume it was because he wanted to stay pretending he was straight, or if he maybe didn't even realise he was queer yet. Sebastian was definitely a gay bitch, but he wasn't douchy enough to disrespect the struggle coming out could be sometimes. He was just way more of a fan of being out and proud, and to the fuck with the world if they wanted to hate on it. He took guys up the ass, and he was fucking fantastic at it too.

And Jeff didn't have much of an ass, but he probably could be a bit of fun. After all, someone had to show him how it was done, right? "Never noticed? The irony," he commented in amusement and hitched his bag over shoulders. "How much are you going to pay me not to spill your dirty little secret?" he asked... maybe only half joking.

[warble_on_jeff]

The blonde's mouth hung open as he tried to come up with something... anything... to say that wouldn't make him look even more like an idiot than he already felt like. His eyes fell on Sebastian's face, not even realizing that his own tongue traced his lip in time with the other boy's.

"Irony of what?" Jeff asked, tilting his head to the side in a look that was comparable to that of an inquisitive puppy. "W... what do you mean pay you? I don't have a secret. I..." He was lying, and even he knew it was obvious as he sucked his lower lip in between his teeth. "What did you... have in mind?" Even as he said the words, Jeff found himself wondering if he was going to regret this.