"Where are you taking me?" Sebastian asks, following the boy like a shadow as he is still afraid of the shady people they left behind. "It's too damn heavy. Please help me carry a carton." Nick whines, putting the cartons of alcohol on the ground before panting like a mad dog. "If you think I'm gonna help you carry that poisonous liquid, think again." Sebastian says instead, rolling his eyes. Nick looks up to him, laughing all of a sudden. He wipes away the bead of sweat from his forehead with the help of a handkerchief and mutters, "No wonder Oliver took a liking towards you. You guys are splitting images of each other. Are you sure you are not adopted?" "Stop talking nonsense and answer me, Nick. Where are you taking these alcohol bottles? Didn't you all get suspended for a week? Did you all really get caught with drugs?" Sebastian shoots one after another without even taking a breather. "We wouldn't get caught if Oliver could run faster. That idiot has long legs like bamboo for
Sebastian shifts in his seat as he keeps listening to the horrifying incident from both Killian and Nick. It all started with Alex. Nick took at least 10 minutes to let out his frustration and curse at Alex before continuing with the story. Anyway, Alex had some disagreement with his drug dealer which caught the shape of a brutal fight. Soon after Alex called his friends to help him out. While Killian alone dealt with them, rendering some of them on the brink of unconsciousness, it took a worse turn for them when someone sneakily put some drugs in Killian's pocket. Police were called and the rest is history. Apparently, Killian had to bribe some frat boys with alcohol to let them join them in the party and install some cameras around the house to catch the drug dealers who will surely be there, selling drugs to college students. Sebastian finally takes a breath of relief knowing they didn't buy those drinks for themselves. Anticipation runs thick in his veins. Never did he even become
"My fellas, no need to panic." A guy takes the mic from the DJ and starts speaking, making the terrified crowd halt in their movement. The guy chuckles before continuing, "That was my cousin Timmy. He got excited seeing my dad's gun and used it on a raccoon in the backyard. Nothing to be worried about. Continue with the party." While the crowd goes back to normal within seconds, Sebastian finds himself unable to control his overflowing anger. How does someone act so nonchalant after harming a helpless animal? How is no one reacting after witnessing him confess to such a heinous crime? Sebastian's blood boils in disgust and abhorrence. "I need to make sure if Oliver and Alex are ok." Killian informs him, tapping on his shoulder to get his attention. Sebastian turns his attention from the drunkard students to Killian. His eyes catch hold of Killian's worried gaze, subsiding down his hatred for the guy and giving birth to worry for Killian's friends. "Go and sit in the car. I will be
Killian is acquainted with the taste of kiss way too much. He has kissed dozens of people, if not hundreds. The reason behind it is nothing vague. He is clear about his needs and wants. For him, true love doesn't exist which ultimately makes him sleep around, unwilling to settle down with someone. Then why is he feeling this way now? Sebastian's kiss is messy, he reeks of alcohol. However, Sebastian's soft lips against his feel sensational, it throws him into a place where he is cornered with several kinds of unfamiliar feelings. He feels alienated and still pleasant. Unknowingly, his hands find their way towards Sebastian's head. With a swift move, he brings Sebastian closer to himself as he kisses the boy back. Common sense has already flown through the window. He refuses to acknowledge the fact that he is kissing the boy on whom his sister is crushing. The pleasure is too intense to care about anything else. Deep down he knows he will be a victim of his guilt soon after he is done
"Sleep with me." Sebastian whines, holding Killian's hand tightly in his grip, refusing to let him go away. Killian's heartbeat skips for a second hearing Sebastian. He looks down at the drunk boy with tired eyes. Turns out he needs to spend more time in the gym if he wants to carry around a grown up without breaking a sweat. His eyes check Sebastian from head to toe. Sebastian looks like a mess. A hot mess. Killian is having a hard time pinpointing his own feelings as different kinds of emotions crowd his head. He blames the kiss for that. Closing his eyes to get rid of the feeling that is rushing over to him after seeing Sebastian on his bed wearing his jacket. Now he is seeing Sebastian in a new light as it seems. Sebastian has always been beautiful in his eyes without even a shadow of a doubt. However, Sebastian's ethereal beauty now makes him feel hot, sweat beads appear on his forehead as he tries to shake off the unusual feeling. "You need a change of clothes." Killian says a
Sebastian wants the shiny tiles under him to open up and swallow him. At least, that would save him from the humiliating position. From a third person's perspective, the position they are in might suggest something else entirely. Sebastian pushes Killian away suddenly, with force so sheer that Killian staggers back, having been caught off guard by the sudden attack. "Was he fighting with you?" The man asks, pointing his fingers at Killian, his eyes are tender when they are on Sebastian but they turn stern just when they land on Killian. "No!" Sebastian yells without meaning to sound so desperate and harsh. He just didn't want the man to have some misconception about the situation. "We…." Sebastian tries to come up with something but nervousness gets the best of him as two pairs of eyes are on him, expecting him to say something, one pair with amusement and other one in concern. "We were just broing?" It turns out as a question rather than an answer but Sebastian couldn't come up w
Sebastian's heart beats erratically inside his ribcage, anticipation runs thick in his veins as he keeps staring at Killian's captivating eyes, waiting for him to say something. But Killian takes his sweet time, inching his face closer, his breath fanning Sebastian's skin. This scene shouldn't make him as happy as it does. He loves how Sebastian looks so unsure, so hot and bothered caged between his arms. If he could, he would frame Sebastian's flushed race in his mind as a core memory. "W-What do you want?" Sebastian is the one to break the ice and strike a conversation, despite feeling like his heart is about to jump out of his chest any moment. Killian takes one arm away from the wall and runs his finger through his own lips, tracing his finger seductively. Sebastian gulps down. It's too early to deal with a boner. He isn't sure what Killian wants from him, where he stands with that boy and that is leaving him restless at this point. "You don't remember anything?" Killian asks,
Sebastian looks back to find out what Killian is watching, which is, apparently, more important than listening to him. He finds nothing out of the ordinary. Just some people enjoying their coffee. When he looks back, he is stunned to find Killian's eyes mist with unshed tears. Killian looks like he is gonna cry anytime and that hurts Sebastian. Killian never seemed so vulnerable, so lost before. It's true that it hasn't been a long while since he first met Killian. But Killian is definitely that person who masks his emotions and doesn't show his vulnerability to anyone. The fact that he is willing to risk that possible exposure, tells him a lot about the gravity of the situation. Killian's usual spark is gone from his face and that's when Sebastian realizes how much he loves Killian's smirk, his smartass behavior. Sebastian searches his brain trying to come up with something. What should he do to make Killian feel better? Hesitantly, he places his hands on top of Killian's which is