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

Who?

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

Since Jeff and Nick's not-quite-fight a while ago, Jeff had to admit that things had been strained between him and his best friend. They'd chatted a little, tried to keep things as normal as possible between them, and, as far as Jeff could tell? Failed miserably. He hated the way it felt having normal conversations with Nick, but not feeling normal about them in the least. The smiles that used to pass so easily between the two of them now felt forced, unnatural... And Jeff was tired of it. He was tired of feeling like he didn't have a best friend anymore, but an acquaintance, and he was tired of things bothering him that shouldn't. Nick was his best friend. He should be happy that Nick had a girlfriend, and a really nice one at that, who really seemed to like him a lot. He should be thrilled that they were talking about taking their relationship to the next level. But he wasn't, and he couldn't even begin to put a finger on why.

Warblers practice had been longer than usual, with a rendition of Jeff's favorite Beach Boys song, "In My Room," which he'd grown up listening to with his dad for most of his life. In fact, as a child, it had been one of his lullabies, and it always reminded him of home. Home, which he was really missing these days, since his dorm room with Nick had lost the feeling of home it used to have to him.

At the end of practice, Nick had gone off with Blaine, Kurt, and Mike to grab dinner before the caf closed for the night, and invited Jeff along, but the blonde had thanked him, but said no. He wasn't even sure why, if he really asked himself about it deep down.

Still, his gaze lingered on his best friend as he sank down onto the couch and watched him walk away.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He glanced up just in time to see Sebastian walking past him toward the door, and Jeff's eyes discretely took in the other boy's movement. Or at least, he thought it was discretely. He let his eyes trace over Sebastian's form, unconsciously biting down on his lower lip, and wondering why it was that he was not only checking out an incredibly gorgeous guy, but getting turned on in the process.

What Jeff hadn't been expecting was for Sebastian to turn around and glance at him just as he was searching for something of a throw pillow variety to put on his lap. The blonde quickly averted his gaze and tried to make it seem as if he'd been staring at a painting on the wall.

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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.

He checked out of rehearsals contemplating a trip to Scandals that night just to stop himself hitting brain death. About to leave the room, Sebastian glanced back randomly just to see who was left in the room, and the sight he was met with caused him to huff out a laugh but the smirk that followed it could only be described as devious. He sauntered over to the blond beanpole slumped on one of the leather sofas and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Did you just check out my ass, Hinton?"

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 million times before.

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.

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.

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Sebastian just laughed and shook his head. "They're only person you're kidding is yourself, Jeff. If you want to hang out in the closet, it makes no difference to me, but it will get awfully lonely and boring in there all on your lonesome. You might find the odd football jock or Bible basher sitting in there twiddling their thumbs along with you, but I guarantee, they won't be able to show you the good time I can," he said with a smug smirk.

He watched Jeff closely and the pointed to the door with his thumb. "Who are you drooling over? It's not Matheson, is it? Oh, this is precious. The BFF wants the BFF's ass. Shame he's more into Crawford and tits. You two could have been cute together. Awkward gay sex, though..." He shook his head. "Much more fun when one of you knows what you're doing."

Sebastian completely called him out, and Jeff knew good and well that the other boy wasn't wrong. He couldn't sit here and claim to be perfectly straight when he'd clearly just popped a woody from checking out Sebastian's ass. His eyebrows raised, Jeff watched the other guy's face, trying to figure out if Sebastian was offering to have sex with him.

"No!" Jeff blurted out a little too quickly, and far too emphatically. "No, it's not Nicky... He's my best friend, dude, that would be weird... And he's... He's straight." He stood up from the couch, adjusting his blazer again, and failing miserably at the cover-up effect he was going for. "Oh?" Jeff challenged with a confidence he didn't really feel. "And who do you know who knows what they're doing?" Oh, God. That sounded stupid when he said it... In his head, it had been something really movie-like, but when it came out, it just sounded stupid.

The look of total blank dumfoundedness on Jeff's face was extremely amusing. He looked slightly like someone just yanked his pants down in public and was trying to figure out if he should laugh or cry. It was only accidental that Sebastian took a lot of pleasure and amusement in that. And really, Jeff was too much of a pretty boy to be straight. You only had to take one look at him and he looked like a reject for a boy band.

"Yes, he is. So there's not much point in staring at his ass, is there?" Sebastian offered as he stood there with his hands in the pockets of his trousers. Jeff was the epitome of trying to put up a tough front, but was failing miserably... and again, Sebastian just snickered at his discomfort. Just when he was thinking this whole scene was boring and he needed something new to play with. It was like a gift from the gods or something. "That depends what your taste is, princess," he offered and then he leaned down and planted an unbashful snog right on Jeff's lips.

Tilting his head to one side, Jeff noted the amusement on Sebastian's face, and felt as if he'd just been caught mid-jerk off or something for all the vulnerability he felt in realizing that Sebastian knew everything, just by looking at him. Jeff hated feeling like all his secrets were right there on the table in front of him, especially when not even he had realized that he had the secrets in question.

"I... I wasn't staring at Nicky's ass," Jeff countered. And he wasn't... Was he? No... Of course not. That would just be dumb. He almost protested being called "princess," but before he could get the words out, Sebastian had swallowed them up in a serious kiss. For a split second, Jeff froze up, scared half to death of what he was doing... but in the second afterward, his hand had come up to Sebastian's neck, and he was kissing him back. What the hell was he doing? Sebastian was a guy, and until today, he hadn't realized he even liked guys... Or maybe he had, but he'd just been telling himself that he didn't. Either way, he was stunned. Pulling out of the kiss, Jeff turned deep brown eyes up to Sebastian, his lips trembling and his breathing sped up quite a bit. "Shit..." he finally said, his eyes scanning Sebastian's face in disbelief.

Sebastian just stepped back and his tongue traced slowly and teasingly across his lips in the wake of the kiss before he smirked. It was priceless, really. Besides the tiny, split-second moment where Jeff stilled right at the start, there had been no hesitation whatsoever. There was no pushing away, there was reciprocation. "Don't try to fucking kid me, Hinton. I'm not stupid. You're a typical closeted case crushing on your bestie. But he doesn't want you and rather than sink into a pit of teenage angst and despair, you would always just cut your losses and have a real guy show you the ropes."

Yes, he was a cocky bastard and he knew it. But he wasn't just all talk. He knew his way extremely well around a male body, and there wasn't anything wrong with Jeff. In fact, Sebastian was pretty sure he could a hell of a lot of fun playing with him, and he always got what he wanted.

Jeff was pretty much in a state of full-on shock as it hit him how freaking awesome that kiss had been, and not just that, but how much he'd wanted it. So what if he liked guys, right? Blaine and Kurt were gay, and no one seemed to have a problem with that at all. It wasn't like he'd suddenly be on the outs with the Warblers if it came out... pun intended... that he was into guys. But Nick? It couldn't be Nick. Sebastian was right. Nick didn't want him. Not like that. And Jeff had convinced himself... mostly... that he didn't want Nick like that either. But the way Sebastian spoke was almost taunting, and Jeff rose up to his full height, meeting the other boy's gaze. What he'd heard from Sebastian could be best described as a challenge, and Jeff wouldn't back down from a challenge if he could help it. "Okay," he said nonchalantly. "Nobody's sinking into any angst and despair anyway, but okay."

Adjusting his blazer for the seemingly millionth time, Jeff finally gave up. There was no fixing his little problem, even if he wanted to. "Let's go." This guy thought he wanted Nick? He'd just have to prove him wrong.

"Right now?" Sebastian just laughed at this and stepped back, hitching his bag over his shoulder. "Sorry, sweetheart. You're going to have to wait until I'm ready. I have class, and if I want to follow in my father's footsteps, I'm not letting any little blond boy band pretty boy foil my grades. Call me on the weekend, I'll see if I have some spare time."

He tilted his head smugly. "When you go back to your room and watch reruns of Gilmore Girls and Grey's Anatomy while you wallow about that unrequited love for you BFF, try pausing and Googling some gay porn. I'm really not into anything completely inexperienced. You could do with some research, or I'm going to get very bored, and very fast. Time to get a little Queer as Folk up in this thing." He looked around with a tiny scrunch of his nose. "This place hasn't been debauched nearly enough. I keep waiting for Robin Williams to jump out up on tables and shout Carpe Diem."

"Oh... um... right, class," Jeff replied quickly, suddenly feeling like a big dork for getting overly excited in the whole situation. Shaking his head to swoop his hair back to the side in the emo kid style that he always wore it in. "On the weekend... I can do that. But, I don't have your number."

Sebastian didn't buy a single damn thing coming out of Jeff's math, and the blonde could tell. "I don't watch those shows," he protested, though unconvincingly. "I like comedy shows..." What was he even talking about? He really needed to shut up. It was obvious from the amused look on Sebastian's face that clearly wasn't born of the fact that he found Jeff's conversation witty. "Gay porn... I can do that." He had no idea what would constitute "good" gay pron or "bad" gay porn, but he'd check it out anyway. "Dude... If he did, Blaine would be offended that somebody else took his jumping on furniture thing away from him."

"I know where you live," Sebastian returned and just had to laugh. Why was this so fun? He had been extremely bored ever since Blaine decided he was in love with Hummel. Before that, Sebastian had been planning the way to bounce on Blaine and get his clutches in, but all that was taken away. He probably still would have tried, but if Blaine couldn't see he could do better, screw him. It was only a matter of time before he got bored of Hummel anyway, and Sebastian would be waiting for his opening.

He brushed at an invisible piece of lint on his blazer. "That's nice, dear," he said with a bored tone. Part of his foreplay really wasn't his prospects favourite movies. He had better things to think about than Tom Hanks and Will Farrell. They really, really, weren't his type. "I'm sure Blaine will survive. He's a very... very big boy," he added deviously.

Jeff was finding this whole thing very confusing, and he was in a bit of a headspin over it all, but there was something almost playful in Sebastian's demeanor, mixed in with a shit load of smoldering... whatever it was that people like Sebastian had. Whatever it was was super fucking hot. "Right down the hall from you," Jeff confirmed with a small smile.

If he'd felt like a babbling fool before, Sebastian's response assured him of it. Part of him wanted to ask how exactly Sebastian knew how "big" Blaine was, but he kept that particular question to himself for now. "Dude..." he said finally, shifting awkwardly on the spot before he forced his eyes back up from his feet to look at Sebastian. "Was it really that damn obvious that I was checking out your ass? I thought I was being discrete."

"And they say boarding school is as exciting as an STD," Sebastian offered. He couldn't say he ever had problems with being a gay boarder at an all boys school. It most certainly had its convenient perks. You just had to know how to have fun.

He watched Jeff for a moment, contemplating him. He really wasn't going to judge on closeted cases because they had their reasons, but he was never one to hide who he was. He had been out for years and not a single fucking person was going to tell him he couldn't be who he was. His family accepted that, and there were three other brothers to carry on the Smyth name. That's all that really mattered. "I don't know whether to be helpful here or just laugh over the fact you thought you were being discreet. Discretion is probably something you should work on, considering how much you're clearly drooling over Nick."

"I never thought boarding school was boring," Jeff replied with a shrug. "There's always friends around and stuff." Shut up, Jeff! You're being boring again. "Have you... slept with other guys who go here?" Not that it mattered really, but Jeff was kind of curious.

The blonde felt increasingly awkward as the other boy's eyes focused in on him, and he tilted his head to one side with a weak attempt at a joke. "Do...I have spinach stuck in my teeth or something?" When Sebastian gave his sizing up of the situation, Jeff's eyes raised up to meet Sebastian's, his jaw set defiantly, though the more he repeated it, the less true it seemed. "Helpful would be nice, but I'm not drooling over Nick... I'm pretty sure I'm drooling over your ass though."

Sebastian's lips pursed and his nose scrunched up with a look that loudly and clearly said 'I'm judging you, and you're boring me'. He wet his lips casually. "What, do you think I'm a fucking Monk? Of course I have. There's a hell of a lot more gay dudes here than you realise. We just don't need a homophobic fanfare about the fact, like McKinley who - gasp - deign to have guys that like cock walk their halls. And they wonder why they're a goddamn laughing stock. If their show choir teacher isn't closeted with that hair, then I'm friggen Oprah," he drawled.

He gave a small, smug flick of his head and casually checked his watch. "You're not the only one, princess. Luckily, I'm not Angelina Jolie. I'm not monogamous, I'm not about to hook up and adopt twenty babies from Ethiopia in the name of domestic bliss. But this ass," he said, running a hand slowly over the curve of his ass, "comes at a price. Matheson's not about to stumble out of the closet to join you anytime soon so long as he has Crawford booty spreading their legs for him, so it looks like it's just you and me, even if you do look like a Hanson brother. I'll set that little detail aside. It all looks the same in the dark."

"I just... didn't really know we had that many gay guys here. That's all..." He didn't bother continuing the conversation on the track of talking about McKinley, because the last thing he wanted to think about right now was homophobes. "Are your parents and your brothers cool with you being gay? They're not jerks about it or anything?" It was totally off topic, and while Jeff didn't think he had anything to worry about with his family, but he supposed it would be better to prepare for the worst just in case.

Jeff tilted his head to watch Sebastian's hand curve over his own ass, and swallowed hard. Fuck he was hot, even if the comment about the Crawford girls spreading their legs for Nick made him feel sick, if only for an inexplicable moment, deep in the pit of his gut. "Oh, yeah?" he asked after recovering from that moment of weird. "And what's the going rate these days?" Jeff wasn't sure how exactly to take that. He didn't think he was a bad looking guy, but without even realizing it, he glanced in one of the of the big mirrors on the wall, tilting his head quickly to see if he really did look like a Hanson brother. "You'd have to turn the lights off to sleep with me?" he asked, a little irritated by that particular statement.

"That's because we're all busy in a club working tirelessly on how we can be rebellious and not walk around with those flashing signs above our heads alerting society to our existence," Sebastian returned, raising an eyebrow at Jeff again. "Do you walk around telling people you're straight? No. So, don't expect us to walk around telling people we're gay. I've always hated fucking double standards. My family are fine. One of my brothers is gay, the other two is straight. They got an heir and a spare of each. My father would probably prefer the ease of having all straight sons in the position he is, but he's fine with it. We're lucky. Not everyone is, especially in Ohio."

"Do you seriously have self-confidence issues? Huh. Never pegged you for that. Be grateful I didn't liken you to a Hilton sister," he added pointedly. "The price is keeping up with me. If you don't, I'm going to get very bored, very quickly. I hope you know what you're getting yourself in for."

Jeff had to laugh at that. Sebastian had a sarcasm to him that was far more edgy than that of anyone else he knew, and while it was abrasive, it was also kind of hot. "No, but if I walked around telling people I was straight, I'd probably be lying, right?" he replied with an ease to his tone that he didn't really feel. "That's cool that your family's okay with it."

"No," Jeff replied with a shrug. "That's what threw me off... I think I'm hot enough to fuck with the lights on." Okay, so maybe that wasn't the total truth. He certainly didn't think he was ugly, or that anybody should need the lights out to fuck him. "What I don't know, I'm a pretty quick learner," he shot back, eyebrow arched. "I think I'll be okay."

"Or extremely delusional. Pretty much how you are when you're adamant you weren't perving on your roomie," Sebastian threw back, really having no intention of letting what he witnessed drop. Jeff had clearly shifted his train of sight from Nick as he left the room to Sebastian, and if that wasn't enough to get Sebastian's gaydar wailing, nothing was. He didn't know about Matheson's tastes, and didn't really care, but this was would be material he could really go the distance with and he had been lacking some good entertainment lately. "Homophobia's trendy in Ohio. Luckily, I'm a New York native."

"Really? And how many people have you fucked, Hinton? Anyone I can survey as to these skills you talk of?" he challenged, holding Jeff's gaze.

Jeff wanted to protest further, but there was no point. Sebastian wasn't buying it, and there was nothing Jeff could say that would prove it to him. He hadn't even realized it himself, but clearly, Sebastian had seen something that made him think Jeff was perving hardcore on Nick. Jeff quickly pushed that aside. "I've never been to New York," he mused. He wanted to ask what it was like, and if Sebastian missed it, but he got the feeling that was unwelcome conversation at the time.

The blonde tossed his hair to one side with a shrug. "I didn't say skills. I said I'm a fast learner... I... I've n..." He spoke in a tiny voice that he wasn't even sure Sebastian could hear. "'Mavirgin..."

"No law says you have to either," Sebastian returned lightly. The slight agitation and nervousness Jeff was exhibiting in this situation was enough to tell him how inexperienced the guy was. And course he was. As of a few minutes he ago, he probably hadn't even been sure a closet existed, let alone whether he was coming out of it. There was no right or wrong way to come out, some just had a smoother ride than others. But this right here, Jeff was exposing himself to be taken advantage of and Sebastian didn't want to see that happen... but he could still have a bit of fun with it.

He didn't, however, expect to hear that Jeff hadn't even done the deed with a chick. Wow. Did he really want to bother with an all-out virgin? It sounded like too much work. Sebastian never wanted to be anyone's first. "You know, maybe you should get that cherry popped with a chick first. Anal's not for the fainthearted."

This was one of those times Jeff really wished he knew how to keep his mouth shut. He was starting to really feel embarrassed. He felt stupid, and he couldn't figure out why he kept talking... Saying stupid things that had nothing to do with anything. But at that response, he managed to keep his mouth shut.

Jeff turned to look at Sebastian as the other guy suggested he sleep with a girl before trying to get his gay on. "B... but I don't really know that many girls. At least... Not in Ohio. Just Crawford girls who are friends with Nicky's girlfriend, and I don't wanna sleep with any of them." He shrugged, hating that he'd slipped up and brought Nick back into the conversation again.

Sebastian scratched at his temple, nose scrunching up a little wryly as he listened. If ever there was an awkward moment, it was dealing with virgins. He was pretty sure he just did not have the patience, not to mention he would be faintly concerned what injuries he might suffer at the hands of a dude who didn't not know how to work an ass. "Then maybe you should get someone back in Kansas to do the deed, Dorothy," he said blandly and looked at his watch. He didn't want to play Dr Phil to the inexperienced of the world. "Or just hit on your room mate. You never know, you might get lucky."

Jeff realized he was quickly losing his opportunity, and he needed it, if for no other reason than to prove that he didn't want to sleep with Nick. He swallowed hard before nodding. "Fine... I'll... I'll get rid of my V-card before you and I do anything. Just... I guess I'll let you know when it's done." This was fucking crazy, and it wasn't Jeff's way. He'd always thought when he had sex, he wanted it to mean something. That resolve had only been strengthened when he saw how Nick had felt after his drunken sex with the random chick at the party. But in a way, it would mean something. If he slept with a girl, it would help him to discover who he really was... right? He picked up his book bag. "I gotta get to class, but I'll see you later, okay?"

Sebastian looked the blond up and down, really not sure by this point what was a joke and what wasn't. That alone was sort of boring him because actual virgins were an unknown quantity. You could never be sure how sensitive they were, or even just plain desperate. Still, it must be awkward to be crushing on your straight best friend without realising it and Sebastian had the faint notion to be sympathetic over it... but it wasn't like he was going to lose any sleep over the issue. He really wasn't wanting for other prospects he could have fun with.

He hitched his bag over his shoulder again. "Whatever," he returned through a cynical laugh and threw Jeff a wave before sauntered out of the common room himself. And there he was thinking Hummel and Anderson were the only virgins left at Dalton.

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