Starlight Romance || Seblaine
“Too bad I’m telling him. You think he’s too big.” Sebastian sing-songed at him before chuckling quietly, muting the sound against Blaine’s temple. It was adorable as always, seeing Blaine get flustered and blush over his own words and get himself all tangled up in knots. He ran a hand along Blaine’s side, kissing his head through his curls, “I agree, he is too much muscle. You should tell him he’s gross. I want to see what he says about that. The egotistical asshole thinks that much muscle is completely normal.” Sebastian was only half teasing, he had a sick fascination with have Blaine say and do things that he knew would throw Marco off completely. Not because he wanted to be mean, although he was sure they thought so, it was just amusing watching Marco’s usually stone faced expression to fall into utter disbelief, shock or outright laughter. The few times he’d actually managed to get Marco speechless were some of the highlights of his day outside of having Blaine in his arms. “I’m far from perfect, dear.”
Sebastian chuckled softly, obediently tipping his head so that Blaine could kiss his neck before genuinely laughing in surprised shock when he suddenly found himself pushed down onto his back. He raised an eyebrow as Blaine straddled him, of course Sebastian’s mind immediately went into a very specific direction—okay so sue him, he’s only a man with a very attractive and warm boy on his lap. When he felt Blaine tentatively try to tickle him Sebastian had to smile fondly. He loved tickling Blaine, but he did so sparingly these days once Blaine admitted the sensation made him feel weird. However he knew Blaine constantly wanted to tickle him, unfortunately for Blaine he wasn’t very ticklish. He was willing to let Blaine try though, it was obvious from the way Blaine’s look of concentration focused on him, that this was important to him. Sebastian hummed as he arched up into the touches on his ribs, lips quirking as he brushed a sensitive spot. He let his hands rest on the ground by his sides, lips quirked up some, “Press harder there baby, and right at the top of my rib cage on the right side.”
Blaine’s face scrunched and he shook his head as his fingers trailed over Bastian’s sides. “I…I can’t tell him that. His face gets all weird.” And, as much as he still felt incredibly uncomfortable telling Bastian anything along the lines of ‘no’ ‘won’t’ ‘can’t’ and the likes, it was true; any time that Blaine opened his mouth and told Marco something at Bastian’s insistence the bigger man got this weird look on his face like Blaine had suddenly sprouted seven more heads. It made Blaine feel mildly uncomfortable because he was never really sure how to react to that look. So if he just didn’t cause it that would be best. Right? Blaine shook his head again and stopped his movements on Bastian’s skin briefly. “I think you’re perfect. There is perfection in imperfection.” He says softly before he starts moving his fingers again. He had seen the way that his Bastian’s body arched into his touch when he brushed a spot on his ribs so he moved back to that spot; that move a rare sight considering the fact that more often than naught when Blaine tried to tickle him, which was rare as well, he ended up failing miserably and just hiding himself in Bastian’s arms because he was embarrassed. This time, however, when Bastian told him to press harder in that one spot, Blaine did as he was instructed.
Even though Bastian’s reaction to being tickled wasn’t nearly as sharp or drastic as Blaine’s own reaction to it, courtesy of years and years of what he now was slowly starting to recognize as a form of neglect, it was still a reaction that made Blaine softly giggle; his fingers pressing just hard enough to get a reaction but still tentative because he didn’t want to hurt the man beneath him. A shiver ran through his body as he ran his fingers over that spot again before searching for what he hoped was a matching spot on the other side of his body. A frown creased his features when he couldn’t seem to find the spot, his lip sucked up between his lips and he chewed on it as he let his fingers stilled against the skin there; their tickling searching ending. Blaine was partially amazed that he had even felt comfortable enough to openly make a move to try something without asking for permission first; especially where it felt like just yesterday that he was too terrified to even look at this man, this breathtakingly gorgeous and kind hearted man, without getting so much as his permission. It felt like just yesterday he would have been terrified to touch this man, then his Master, and yet would be begging for that physical praise; now he was just begging for touch and praying to anyone that would listen that he could protect this man. This man that had become his; not his Master alone but his Bastian. His to protect.
Starlight Romance || Seblaine
Sebastian didn’t actually have anything against the dramatic beast, but it was a pain in the ass when it wanted to be. Of course Binx always obeyed instantly whenever Blaine gave an order, which succinctly made Sebastian look like he was the stubborn one instead of the damn dog. But then the dog took such good care of Blaine, kept him calm and happy, made him happy in all the ways Sebastian couldn’t. Sure the dog could be a nuisance, but he was Blaine’s, and if anything ever happened to Sebastian Binx would be able to keep him safe, be able to comfort him—and in the end that’s what mattered most to him. Not to say Binx wasn’t a little his dog as well, in truth Sebastian had always wanted a dog; he’d just never been allowed to have one. He was pulled out of his thoughts by Blaine’s babbling and bright blushing. He bit his lip to stifle his laughter, not that he succeeded, by the end of Blaine’s rambling Sebastian was full on laughing.
Sebastian tried to calm down but ended up still chuckling even as he talked, “Been noticing how he’s just a fucking wall of muscle, huh?” Sebastian half snickered, he wasn’t blind, Marco was indeed a literal wall of muscle—it also wasn’t unusual for the boys at the facility to be equal parts terrified…and attracted to the damn man. Something that usually provided never ending entertainment for Sebastian, the puppy crushes mistaken for love thrown at Marco gave Sebastian ample mocking material for the rest of his life. And while it was hilarious that Blaine was now getting flustered over possibly having offended Marco, it also got under his skin some—Marco was most guys’ ideal tall and muscle for miles, he didn’t want Blaine fixating on him the way others did. He tried to push away the irrational feelings, “I’m so telling Marco you think he’s fat.”
Blaine blushed even further and shook his head. “No, you can’t tell him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He’s just….is there such a thing as too much muscle?” He had always thought that if he had been bigger or had more muscle then he would have been able to save her or even save himself; always thought that he had just been too small and out muscled. But to Blaine, Marco just looked like he had too much muscle. Blaine shook his head again and wrapped his arms tighter around Bastian’s waist, nuzzling into the soft spot between his shoulder and neck. “You’re perfect.” He nudged his nose against his Bastian’s neck. And he absolutely meant it; despite what Bastian may think and constantly tell him, Blaine knew that the man he was snuggled close to, the man that held him no matter what, was perfect. Even if the rest of the world didn’t see it. Leaning in close, Blaine pressed the gentlest of kisses to Bastian’s neck. Even with Bastian’s teasing he knew that something about what he had said had bothered him, he was easier to read then a book, and he wanted to set him back at ease. This place was their safe place, their place where they didn’t have to worry about anything and he wasn’t going to let Bastian be upset while they were here; if it was up to him Bastian wouldn’t ever be upset, worried or angry at any point in his life.
So, to get Bastian’s mind off of whatever it was that was tormenting him, Blaine shifted abruptly and pushed the other man down and straddled his waist; his fingers skimming just beneath the sweater that Bastian had pulled on and tracing lightly over the other man’s ribs in a slow, slightly unsure, tickling motion. The sensation of being tickled was one that Blaine still hadn’t figured out if he liked or absolutely hated; it was pleasant to have that physical contact and it made him laugh but at the same time when they really got into it he felt as though all the air was being pulled out of his lungs and he couldn’t manage a simple breath. But Blaine also knew that it was rare that he got the chance to tickle Bastian; it was always the other way around. So he was taking his chance and he was going to make Bastian laugh if it killed him. With a quick whistle he even got Binx to lay across Bastian’s long slender legs to make sure he didn’t move overly much while he started slowly moving his fingers a bit more firmly over the other man’s ribs and stomach.
Oh!! Well thank you! Bastian’s Puppeteer and I always try to get at least one update a day but sometimes our schedules get a bit crazy or the boys aren’t cooperating but we are both on at least once a day. The fact that we actually have so many followers is mind blowing to me, but I’m glad that people like our plot. As for writing, I absolutely LOVE my partner and without her none of this would have happened. She could have denied working with me and none of this would be here. I’m lucky to have found her!!
Starlight Romance || Seblaine
Sebastian wished he’d been able to help Blaine, able to make him feel better—safer. There was only so much he could do, only so many ways he could hold Blaine close and make him happy, only so many ways he could protect Blaine from the world without stifling him. The last thing Sebastian wanted was to limit Blaine in anyway, and he couldn’t wait until the day they were both free and he could let Blaine really find his own way in life. Teach him more about music, about cooking, about all the little things that made life special and worth living—Blaine deserved that more than anyone, and one day Sebastian would make sure he got just that. “That dog is a drama queen and you can’t convince me otherwise.” Sebastian snorted he loved Binx, the big dog was a huge part of their lives now and he loved helping take care of him and the way the big dog took to Blaine so quickly, loved him so dearly. However, that didn’t mean the dog wasn’t a pain in the ass more often than naught.
“But he’s your drama queen, so I guess he’s forgiven.” Sebastian mused as he ran a hand along the dog’s side, smiling when he licked at his wrist before going back to his goofy tongue hanging out expression. “Weirdo.” Seastian muttered at the dog before turning his attention back to Blaine again. He held Blaine a little closer when he talked about the facility, he knew Blaine hated the doctors and their constant questions, to be fair; Sebastian was hardly a fan himself. “I know, beautiful, one day all of that will be behind us. Until then I will be right there in those rooms with you, every single step of the way.” Sebastian knew one day those promises would start losing their affect, but it was the best he could do. Smiling he kissed the back of Blaine’s head, “Yes well the turtle likes you too.” He rolled his eyes at the mention of keeping him safe, he didn’t care about his own safety—only Blaine’s, which Marco knew and respected. Blaine’s life would always come first if it came down to it. “Mhmm, a very loud and obnoxious ghost.”
Blaine rolled his eyes just the barest amount as Bastian went on about Binx; he knew the dog could be a handful at times for Bastian when he was trying to get him to do something but Blaine loved the dog as is and wouldn’t change a single thing about him. He was his constant companion and was always there to keep him calm and warm whenever Bastian had to step away from him; even if just for a few moments at a time. There were moments, however, that Blaine knew that his companion could absolutely be a bit of a drama queen; and he found it funny when he did. The most recent escapades that left Blaine chuckling had been before everything had gone down with the tree; Bastian had grabbed a package of string cheese to give to the dog and every time he had tried giving it to him Binx would turn his head away. Bastian was left looking at the dog in frustration until Blaine had asked to try. All the dog wanted was the cheese to be peeled into strings for him before he ate it. Blaine was left chuckling while Bastian just glared at the dog and called him a diva; not for the first time.
“One day….” Blaine echoed as he finally turned his head and watched as Marco patrolled the sand a ways down the beach. “He’s only loud when he’s shouting. Other than then he’s really quiet for someone so….well, someone his size.” Blaine absolutely blushed when he realized what had come out of his mouth. “I didn’t mean that…I meant for someone so big….but not fat! I mean…..Marco is a walking wall.” He could actually feel his cheeks heating up to the point that he was sure any residual water left on his skin was steaming off. He hadn’t meant that Marco was fat; just that the man was the size of a wall and that he was all muscle. Blaine had seen him running down the hallway a few times and he had noticed that anyone in his way looked stunned when they found themselves pushed into a wall for him to get by. All Blaine could do was let himself sigh and trace nonsensical patterns into Bastian’s side as he tried to get the blush on his cheeks to go down; his fingers sliding over Bastian’s ribs, beneath his shirt, in a feather light touch.
Biche’s one request for Thanksgiving was that I not shave for a while (hence the attempt of facial hair) and that I wear my glasses all day…like I could ever say no to him.
I think he looks good with the scruff on his face and those glasses. I stole them the other day but he needed them back for reading.
Bastian fell asleep in the common room after we had this huge feast of turkey and potatoes and stuffing and all other kinds of deliciousness. I ate so much food I feel like I’m going to explode. So I stole his phone and took a picture.
Starlight Romance || Seblaine
Sebastian knew exactly what that far away look meant. It meant Blaine was lost in thoughts of his father, lost in the realization that one day they would be free of him. One day they would be free to have whatever kind of future they wanted together, and soon they would never have to be afraid again. First they just had to be strong and fight through everything that was coming at them, Sebastian would help get him through it all, he would never stop fighting for him. “We still can’t stay here forever.” He murmured softly as he pulled Blaine in close and let him make himself as comfortable as he wanted. He could feel the face Blaine made into his shoulder, but rather than start a fight over it he let it go for now. He knew Blaine didn’t like eating much, but he’d gotten better at admitting when he was at least a little hungry and that was better than nothing.
“We can’t stay here forever, but one day this will be our home. It will be our safe place and we won’t ever have to leave if you don’t want.” Sebastian smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple before leaning back to let Blaine get himself comfortable. When Blaine curled into his chest he started humming quietly, just enough for Blaine to feel the vibrations, his arms wrapped around the other boy as Binx laid down with a huff along their sides. “Your beast is so melodramatic, you know that? You’d think I just made him run a marathon, not brushed him and pampered him like a damn prince. Ungrateful thing.” Sebastian grumbled good naturedly as he shook his head before smiling down at Blaine, “I told you baby, here we’re just Sebastian and Biche. Not Master, no doctors, no therapy…no fear. Unfortunately we still have to put up with the turtle but I’m starting to think he’s just going to be our own personal poltergeist.” He teased again even as he glanced over to spot Marco a ways down the beach minding his own business while still keeping an eye out for them both.
Blaine sighed when he heard Bastian say that they couldn’t stay there forever; he knew they couldn’t, knew it was only a temporary get away for them for the moment. He did, however, hum happily and smile when he was reminded that they would someday live here right on the beach. He just had to be patient, and Blaine knew without a doubt that he could be as patient as he needed to get what he wanted; he had been trained that way and, as far as Bastian kept saying he had come in this short amount of months, training like that never just went away. That was something that stuck with a person for the rest of their life; almost like a second skin, just beneath the surface waiting to be tapped and brought forth. And it wouldn’t be hard for Blaine to wait, not so long as he had his Bastian there with him; humming softly and loving him. Not to mention, with that heartbeat thrumming steadily beneath his ear, Blaine wasn’t in a hurry to move anywhere or do anything. Well, anything aside from chuckle softly when Binx huffed down next to them and run a hand through his still damp fur. “He’s expressive. And it was a big night so far; he’s run all over the place and then had to sit still for brushes. But he’s just jealous because he isn’t getting any attention. Huh?” He cooed at the beast as he scratched behind his ear; Binx’ tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he smiled.
Blaine shuddered briefly at the list that Bastian rattled off softly; those were a few of the things that he really hated about the facility. If it could always just be Bastian, Binx and himself he would be happy. All the doctors and the therapists, the ones that kept poking and prodding at him and constantly asking him how he was feeling, were just causing him to live in moments full of pain and memories. He wanted to live in the here and now, in the moment where he was wrapped around his Bastian and with Binx nearby and the only person he had to worry about outside of them was their hulking turtle. “I don’t like the doctors or the therapists.” He says softly, about as under his breath as he could possibly say it and still be understandable. Looking down the beach Blaine could see Marco walking in the sand. “I like our turtle. He makes sure that you’re safe and that means my job of keeping you safe is easier.” He nuzzled in closer to Bastian and hid his face into his neck to try and hide the yawn that was currently ripping from him. He had spent the last couple of days doing nothing so he had no idea why he was so tired. All he had been doing of late was curling into his Bastian and mindlessly watching the as various characters pranced across the screen. “Poltergeist? You mean like some kind of ghost?”
Starlight Romance || Seblaine
Sebastian smiled gently as he took his time getting Blaine dried off. He had to admit that he was glad Blaine didn’t want to change their bed just yet. He liked the way they had to tangle up in each other and their blankets just to fit on the bed with the oversized dog sprawled across half the small mattress. Sebastian personally preferred when they were like that, and he had a feeling even when they did upgrade to a bigger bed he’d still wrap around Blaine like a vine and hold him safe and close—just so he’d always know, even in his sleep, that his boy was safe. Personally he’d always prefer to sleep with Blaine’s weight securely on top of him so that he could just hold him nice and tight. “Good, when we have our own home we’ll have a huge bed to roll around in, but for now we’ll sleep like we have been. I like getting to be your living blanket anyways.” He grinned kissing Blaine’s jaw before he got up to let him get dressed.
He pulled Binx’s grooming brush out of the bag and slowly worked on getting the long shaggy hair unknotted. Sebastian liked the methodical motions of brushing out Binx’s fur, it was one of the chores he never minded taking from Blaine and doing himself. He found it calming, of course it was nothing compared to taking care of Blaine’s hair that was his favorite thing to do at night before they crawled into their bed. Once Binx was taken care of he quickly hurried into his clothes before settling on the blanket and pulling Blaine into his lap. “Enjoying yourself so far, love?” Smiling he nudged his nose into the space behind Blaine’s ear, humming faintly to himself as he pulled their bag over to lean back against, “I’ve got hot chocolate for you if you want it too. And a few things to snack on. That way we can stay here for a while.” He hummed again, kissing the warm damp skin behind his ear, nosing aside the thick curls to get at the spot.
Blaine watched Bastian brush out his shaggy beast and couldn’t help the level of serenity that settled down around him; sure he was getting a little impatient where he wanted to curl up onto Bastian’s chest and listen to his heartbeat but he absolutely loved the peace that he could see playing across his Bastian’s features. What really made Blaine smile was when he watched the small bits of tension that had built up in Bastian’s frame simply melt away. He had noticed over the past month or so that whenever Binx needed to be brushed out, Bastian was more than happy to offer to do it; he even usually jumped to offer to do it before Blaine could even say anything about it. And as an added bonus, he got to watch the two things he loved most in this world interact together; and there was absolutely nothing better than watching them. Blaine knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that this was what his life was going to be like as long as he could get away from the tyranny of his father.
Blaine was lost in thought to the point that he squeaked in surprise when Bastian pulled him into his lap; the squeak quickly changing to a soft laugh as he snuggled close into his Bastian’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. Blaine nodded carefully, so as not to break Bastian’s nose with his head. “Mhmm. Swimming was fun, even if my fingers started turning purple by the time we came out. I like it here. It’s quiet and happy.” The hot chocolate made Blaine laugh softly and smile, he wasn’t sure what the facility did to it but the hot chocolate was delicious; however the mention of snacks caused Blaine to make a face. He still wasn’t the biggest fan of eating; he tried to hide that face into Bastian’s shoulder though. “But we still can’t stay here forever?” He knew they couldn’t, that they would have to return to reality at some point. Biting on his lip Blaine shifted and moved to straddle Bastian’s lap; curling himself into the other man’s chest more securely. “I like that I can forget while we’re here.” He whispered against his shoulder.
Starlight Romance || Seblaine
Before Blaine Sebastian would honestly say his smiles had been few and far in between. Not that he never smiled, it was just that more often than not his smiles were laced with sarcasm or dark humor. Less a smile and more a twist of his lips just short of being a smirk or more likely: a scowl. Sebastian had never been a heartless guy, he’d just never had a reason to care about anyone else. His entire life Sebastian had been living for other people—his father had no time for him other than to tell him all the ways he fucked up his lessons or the ways he’d never be smart enough to help others, he’d never amount to anything. For most of his childhood his mother had been too overshadowed by his father’s domineering personality to do anything, he knew in some ways…some very deep and hidden ways, she loved him, but he rarely saw that. No, it wasn’t until Blaine that he felt wanted, needed, it wasn’t until Blaine that he felt like himself.
“Hmm we do need a bigger bed, don’t we? I’ll look into us getting a new bed in the morning.” He smiled faintly, that same signature flip of his lips, he tried to shield Blaine from the worst of his insecurities—the things he felt and had gone through growing up were nothing compared to Blaine, and right now Blaine needed to be able to focus on the good things. He felt the boy start panicking as Marco pulled in, and again when Binx went too far, but in both instances he came right back down and Sebastian didn’t have to worry too much. Pulling out some clean clothes for Blaine, one of Sebastian’s hoodies and a pair of his sweats, he set them on the dry part of the blanket before throwing a towel over Blaine’s head. He playfully ruffled the towel over Blaine’s hair, straddling his lap as he ran the towel over Blaine’s shoulders and chest. Lifting the towel away he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips with a smile before wrapping the towel tight around his shoulders, “How about, you get into some dry clothes and I’ll brush out Binx’s hair so he doesn’t get knots?”
“We can wait to get one when we get our home on the beach? I just….I like how we have to be close on the one we have now. And it…it is just the three of us right now.” He bit his lip as he smiled shyly up at his Bastian. The reason he didn’t want the bigger bed was, to be completely honest with himself, he felt safer with the smaller bed at the facility. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel safe in their room, no he felt absolutely safe with his Bastian and his Binx in their room but at the same time he didn’t feel safe in the facility itself anymore. There had just been too much that happened and no matter what he tried it all had left a lasting impression on him. There was the hallway that his father dragged him down by his hair, the same hallway where his Bastian nearly killed a man because of him. There was the closet from the first night, where he had cut himself with the bottle. And then there was his and Bastian’s original room, anytime he closed his eyes and thought about that room he grew pale and clammy; there was so much that had happened in that room that it couldn’t even be overshadowed by the good that had happened in it. All he saw when he closed his eyes was him, alone and bleeding, on the bed as he cried. He was pulled from his thoughts when he suddenly found himself blinded by a towel.
He couldn’t help but laugh and smile brightly as he felt the towel be ruffled through his curls, the same curls that were starting to brush past his shoulders at this point, and when he felt the same towel run over his shoulders and chest. The smile only brightened when his Bastian lifted the towel and kissed him softly, showing that the other man was straddling his legs and was close enough to touch. He always loved when he could reach out and touch Bastian; and it had been needed as of late as well. Even as he was all smiles and the towel was draped over him Blaine reached out and grasped softly at Bastian’s hips. He just needed to know he was really there, really with him, and that this wasn’t his brain playing a trick on him. Glancing over at the clothes laid out for him, Blaine smiled wider and nodded before biting his lip and leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Bastian’s sternum; then he was sighing as he got up to finish getting dried off and making the quick change into the sweats and that hoodie that smelled so much so like his Bastian that Blaine was instantly put at ease. So much so at ease that he felt comfortable just curling up on the blanket and watching as Bastian quickly brushed out his beast; a small smile playing across his features. Soon enough though he was pulling the bag over to himself and pulling out the clothes that Bastian had brought for himself as well and pushing them towards him. He couldn’t wait to curl into Bastian; listening to his heartbeat and soaking up the warmth that he always got from the other man.
Starlight Romance || Seblaine
It wasn’t that Sebastian didn’t enjoy Marco’s company, the brute of a man was practically his brother—the one person that could take his shit and dish it back without batting an eye. The one person who had always understood the troubles he goes through with his father; hell Marco was the one person that knew Sebastian hated his work and everything it put him through. That being said, he had plenty of plans and ideas for his future with Blaine and very few of them involved having the other man in their home. No, he definitely didn’t need that man lurking around for the activities Sebastian hoped to one day get up too with his Blaine. “You run plenty fast, love, he just happens to have four legs to your two. He even outruns me, you know.” Sebastian smiled before chuckling, “And you don’t have hobbit legs, you’re just compact and perfectly sized just for me.” Sebastian grinned lopsidedly as Blaine started nearly bouncing out his arms at the prospect of another large dog to join their bizarre little family. He was glad though that Blaine wanted that too, wanted more dogs wanted things that let them begin having normal lives.
“There are bigger dogs, yes. We can get one of those too—they’re large and fluffy and fairly bear like, but I think you’d love it.” He shrugged, “I’ve always wanted one…a large one or even a wolf like dog…I don’t know which kind yet, but I want one. You have your Binx, after all.” Sebastian smiled as Blaine opened up to him, he sighed softly, leaning up to kiss his forehead. He knew how hard it was for Blaine to voice his wants and needs like that, how scary it was for him to be open like that and it made him smile to know Blaine was willing to continue trusting him. When Blaine started shivering Sebastian stood back up, arms tight around him as he carried him back out onto the beach, from the corner of his eyes he saw Marco parking next to their car, he’d walk around and keep a perimeter just in case. Sebastian settled Blaine on the blanket they’d brought, digging through the bag to find him some dry clothes to get changed into. “Then together we will make ourselves a home one day. I promise, we will have our house on the beach with the glass walls, large dogs and an even bigger bed.”
He wanted to argue, to point out that he very blatantly did have ‘hobbit’ like legs, but then his Bastian was grinning at him and telling him that he was sized perfectly for him; how could he argue with that lopsided grin? That look was one that Blaine realized was just for him; it had taken him so long to actually come to understand that that smile was his and his alone. He was the only one that Bastian let see that smile and it made Blaine’s insides feel as if they were absolutely melting every single time he did. Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Bastian’s shoulders as he stood up in the water, his mind racing over the very idea that they were going to really do this, someday; he could feel it. Someday, hopefully soon, they would have their own little house and at least two dogs that rivaled the size of small horses. They would have a….dare he say it? Blaine would have a little family that would love him without any strings attached. Their own little house that was full of windows that painted the ocean and the beach as their own live wallpaper and the man he loved swathed in sunlight? It was a heaven that Blaine had never thought he would have the chance to partake in. And he couldn’t wait.
Blaine’s body tensed when he saw the headlights of another car pull up; all he could do was tighten his hold on his Bastian and wait to see who it was. When he saw that it was Marco he could feel his body completely relax once more; just in time to be settled down onto the blankets as Bastian started digging around through the bag that he had brought with them. Blaine had a moment to wonder what it was that Bastian brought with them before he was nodding as well. “We’ll need a bigger bed. We already need a bigger bed with just the three of us.” He was distracted, nearly panicked, as he watched Binx run a ways down the beach; he could have sworn for a few bleak seconds that his lungs were going to explode for lack of oxygen before Binx started running back to him. The big dog kicked up sand all over Blaine’s legs as he flopped down in a sopping wet mess onto him; causing Blaine to laugh and scratch at the dopey dogs ears even as he shivered from the wet and cold air that swirled around him. He didn’t care, though, because he was here with his Bastian and his Binx, with Marco keeping them safe, and here they could be happy and free.