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The night before the wedding, Sebastian felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He thought nothing of it; he had some tea and a hot shower to clear his sinuses and then went to bed at the decent time of ten p.m. He left his bachelor party somewhat early; it supposedly ended at two the next morning, and he heard through texts in the group chat that everyone was more or less feeling fine—hangovers aside, of course—so there wasn’t any news of any bug going around that anyone was aware of.
Around six forty-five a.m. though, Sebastian woke up with a leaky nose. The balcony door had been left slightly ajar, and even though it was summer, a strange chill had crept in overnight. No big deal—he just blew his nose, cleared out the mucus and felt more or less fine. A coffee in him half an hour later, and he was all good to go and get married.
But during his vows, he had to clear his throat a few times and he was sniffling a lot—everyone chalked it up to him being nervous and found it endearing, but Blaine looked at him with upturned brows and concerned eyes, knowing it was more than that. Sebastian gave Blaine a reassuring smile and powered through it though, bringing the entire beachfront venue to tears.
Sebastian and Blaine kissed in front of their loved ones, signed the papers and he felt on top of the world.
A hearty meal and the lively reception atmosphere helped mask the growing cold symptoms as well. Sebastian was able to have his first dance with Blaine, cut the cake, and celebrate their nuptials as any other newlywed would.
Everything was fine.
Everything was cool.
The night was going perfectly until Sebastian's night ended at nine o'clock, when his temperature suddenly spiked and he sweated more than usual. He could feel the back of his shirt start to soak through to his jacket; his hands were clammy, his head was dizzy, and every muscle in his body started to thrum with ache.
Stepping out into the LA summer breeze gave him a little respite; he sat outside by a bench underneath some palm trees, relishing in the coolness of the night with a bottle of water in one hand and some aspirin in the other.
He really didn’t want to call it in so early in the night, especially on his wedding night, but the medicine barely did anything an hour later, and he was shivering as he told Blaine, letting him know he was going to go back to the hotel.
“No, baby, just stay,” Sebastian insisted as sweat trickled down the nape of his neck, practically drenching the collar. “It’s still so early.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, cupping Sebastian’s cheeks in his hands. He grimaced a little when he felt how hot Sebastian was running. Nevertheless, he caressed Sebastian’s face lovingly. “In sickness and in health, right? Of course I’m leaving with you,” Blaine replied, unbothered by the sweat that rolled over his fingers.
He looked at Sebastian with stars in his eyes and hearts in his gaze, like Sebastian was the most beautiful person in the whole world, and that being with him was all that mattered.
So, how could Sebastian say no?
They called it in, leaving the rest of the party to go on without them. Sam didn’t even make any jokes about how eager the two are to consummate the marriage, because after Blaine finally convinced Sebastian that it was okay for both of them to leave, Sebastian was sweating bullets through his suit, cheeks flushed, hair soaked. Sam told them to leave everything to him to deal with, sending them off quietly.
No one really would’ve noticed their disappearance, nor would they question it.
It was their wedding and they could do whatever they wanted.
Back at the hotel, which was thankfully a ten or so minute walk from the beachfront venue, Blaine drew a warm bath for Sebastian to soak in before making him some honey and lemon tea. Blaine gave him the cup and then proceeded to help wash Sebastian’s back, sitting by the lip of the tub, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
They had soft conversations—murmurs that barely bounced off the bathroom walls, reminiscing about the night that had just passed. Blaine’s hands were gentle in lathering up Sebastian’s body with the hotel soap, careful when rinsing off the suds until Sebastian was squeaky clean of the faint cologne and sweat.
Sebastian’s eyes remained on Blaine the whole time, admiring the man he had just married. It made Blaine a little self-conscious when the staring got too pointed—
“Something on my face?” Blaine asked, dipping his hand into the bath and then using the lingering water to dampen Sebastian’s hair by carding his fingers through.
Sebastian smiled, shaking his head. “No. I love you.”
Blaine chuckled, smiling back. “I love you, too.” He leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss against Sebastian’s cheek.
Then, Sebastian kissed Blaine’s lips.
And then…
And then…
And then… They’re fumbling out of the bathroom, Sebastian’s soaking wet body pressed up against Blaine’s dress shirt and slacks, hands roaming everywhere, feet stumbling towards the bed as if being pulled in by a magnetic force.
At first, Blaine had weakly protested: we shouldn’t. You’re sick… You should get some rest…
But trust Sebastian Anderson-Smythe to bat his eyelashes and reply: yeah, but I want you. I want my husband—now.
So of course, how could Blaine say no?
And it was good. Really good. Blaine felt his head grow hazy with heat as he was fucked into the mattress, Sebastian between his legs and the blanket covering them both. The pace was intense; Sebastian pistoning his hips, slapping hard against Blaine’s ass; the sound was all that rang throughout the honeymoon suite.
The pleasure was heightened when they’d also abstained from sex the moment Sebastian proposed to Blaine six months ago.
Well, six months was a stretch.
It’s our one-month anniversary of being engaged… Surely we could make an exception?
So, they made an exception.
Hey, happy two months since getting engaged…
Of course, they had to celebrate that.
Three months, baby. We’re halfway there.
Another milestone, if anything.
But you get the point.
Still, it felt like forever since they’d been intimate, and with the excitement of the night’s nuptials, the feelings and sensations were heightened. So heightened that Blaine wasn’t sure he was going to last long.
Sebastian was insanely hot, both visually and, well… physically. His skin burned under Blaine’s fingertips, hot and pliant to the touch. His hair was slicked back with bath water and sweat, droplets trickling down Sebastian’s neck and spine and onto the sheets beneath. The room also felt like a sauna, as their breaths tangled and their lips smacked lazily in feverish kisses.
Blaine was on fire, his nails digging moon-shaped crescents into Sebastian’s shoulders as his hips lifted off the bed, back arched, neck bared. He was close—very close. Sebastian was touching him, fucking him in all the right places, sending a flurry of electricity throughout his entire body; it was driving him insane.
“More—more…!” Blaine whined through gritted teeth, his cock fat and straining against his stomach, hips moving down on their own accord.
And then, Sebastian suddenly stilled. His muscles grew taut under Blaine’s touch; his hips shaking, voice stuttering, and Blaine felt a gust of fresh air and clarity bring him out of the haze of pleasure he was enveloped in.
It had only been five minutes.
Maybe less.
No, definitely less.
“Fuck, Blaine…” Sebastian choked out, his head hanging low against the junction of Blaine’s neck and shoulder. “That was…”
“Amazing—”
“—Embarrassing,” Sebastian corrected, shame laced in his tone. He pressed his forehead against Blaine’s jaw, swallowing in air faster than he could breathe out, his heart pounding so fast he felt like he was going to go into cardiac arrest at any second. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I couldn’t even—”
Blaine hushed Sebastian, a soft and endearing chuckle escaping his lips. “Hey, no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”
“What am I, a teenager? Fuck, it was like our first time back in Junior year—”
Blaine tutted, catching his breath. “Hey, that was the best five minutes and twenty-seven seconds of my life when I was seventeen!” Blaine assured, the memory of their first time so fond in his mind.
“Yeah, well, that was era-appropriate. Five minutes was a lifetime back then, but I’m twenty-eight now. I could go on for hours—and that’s without foreplay!” Sebastian whined, kissing Blaine’s collarbone before sitting up to look down at Blaine. “Just… give me a few minutes and I’ll continue—”
Blaine shook his head. “No. No. You’re sick, babe. It’s fine. Really. It was great.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “You’re still hard.”
Blaine shrugged like it was a non-issue. “I don’t always have to come. It’s fine. You’re fine.”
“Yeah, but I want you to,” Sebastian sighed, tracing a light finger against the underside of Blaine’s cock. “This… this wasn’t how our first night as a married couple should go. I’m supposed to sweep you off your feet, make love to you for hours until the sun comes up—ask for a late check out and all.”
Blaine laughed, swiping his thumb against Sebastian’s brow. “Yeah, well, like I said—in sickness and in health. And I should be taking care of you,” Blaine said, leaning up to plant a kiss on Sebastian’s cheek. “Besides… we have the rest of our lives to make love. Every night can be our newlywed night. Just not tonight. We also have a flight to catch in a few days, so let's get cleaned up and in bed, okay? Before you get worse.”
Sebastian looked at Blaine with regret and a small frown on his lips. But ultimately, in the end, he nodded, feeling the brunt of the cold crashing down on him.
After a quick rinse in the shower, Sebastian layered up despite the temperature reaching the low eighties. He wore a bathrobe on top of his long-sleeved shirt, cotton pants and thick socks, his body aching and shivering underneath the heavy doona. Blaine stripped down to just his boxer briefs in the sweltering heat, but still curled under the blankets with his feverish husband.
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The sun rays beat against the closed, thick curtains; the light barely bleeding through the cracks. They cast weak streaks of gold across the carpeted floor and the edge of the bed, warm and inviting the morning after their wedding like a gentle caress.
Sebastian stirs from his sleep first, his forehead buried between Blaine’s shoulder blades. He holds his husband close to him by the waist, his arm feeling like jelly draped over Blaine’s completely nude self.
Somewhere during the night, Blaine had kicked off his boxer briefs, the California heat getting to him in their aircon-less hotel (since Blaine didn’t want Sebastian’s cold to worsen overnight). He’s now utterly, blissfully naked, his skin soft and smooth to the touch, much to Sebastian’s delight.
Sebastian’s robe is tangled at the foot of the bed, completely abandoned alongside one of his socks that must’ve rolled off, only wearing the loose cotton shirt and pants from the night before. His fever had broken sometime after midnight; the aching heat in his body is now a jaded thrum, leaving him slightly groggy but feeling a lot better than before.
He lets out a low, satisfied hum against Blaine’s back, his curious fingers tracing lazy, nonsensical patterns down the dip of Blaine’s navel with featherlight pressure. Blaine hums back in response, his body shivering at the ticklish ministrations.
“Morning,” Blaine mumbles, his head heavy against the pillow. He smooths his hand over Sebastian’s, intertwining their fingers and resting their hands against his stomach. “How’re you feeling?”
“Mmm, better,” Sebastian says, baring his teeth to graze Blaine’s skin like he can’t resist.
Blaine sighs, relieved. “Good. That’s good. I’m glad. You had me worried there last night. You kept shaking and shivering like it was zero degrees in here, I was scared I’d have to call the ambulance or something.”
Sebastian presses a soft kiss atop Blaine’s shoulder, lingering there for a beat. “Sorry, love,” he apologises, voice still thick with sleep. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Blaine hums, shaking his head. “There’s nothing for you to make up. You were sick. Are sick. It’s not your fault.” Blaine then shifts in his spot, turning around so he could face Sebastian. He curls his fingers along the nape of Sebastian’s neck, feeling his temperature, before sliding his hand up Sebastian’s jaw, up his cheek, and then nestling it against Sebastian’s forehead. “Still a little warm.”
“Also still a little horny,” Sebastian smiles, eyes closed, as he leans into the touch. “Can we?” he asks, his hand rubbing along Blaine’s spine and over the curve of his waist. He grabs a handful of Blaine’s ass, spreading the cheeks and massaging the flesh.
Blaine sighs sweetly. “Oh, I don’t know, Sebastian…” Blaine’s trepidation bleeds through to his voice, carding his fingers through the side of Sebastian’s hair. “We shouldn’t,” he says, scratching Sebastian’s scalp. “You’re still warm.”
“I’m actually heating up,” Sebastian corrects, letting Blaine’s ass go in favour of taking Blaine’s hand in his and bringing it to the front of his pants, his cock tenting underneath. Sebastian’s breath is hot against Blaine’s skin, and he uses Blaine’s hand to massage his growing erection.
Blaine swallows deeply, every synapse in his body firing and waking him up completely. He finds his hand moving on its own, fingers wrapping around the outline of Sebastian’s cock before he thumbs the head through the fabric.
“Feel that?” Sebastian asks, his hips bucking into Blaine’s hand. “I’m so hard…” he says, voice barely above a whisper. He leans forward and kisses Blaine’s neck, sucking the tender skin and leaving a bruise in its wake. Blaine lets out a breathy moan, craning his neck as his fingers stroke Sebastian—the heat almost scalding to the touch.
“Yeah… yeah…” Blaine murmurs, his eyes falling shut.
Sebastian chuckles, a low rumble in his chest as he pushes Blaine gently onto his back. He follows the movement, nosing along Blaine’s collarbone, down the centre of his chest, leaving a warm, wet trail of kisses behind. He then hooks his leg over Blaine’s waist, his knees bracketing Blaine’s body, tossing the blanket off them to bunch at the foot of the bed.
Sebastian gazes down at Blaine, his eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide. His hair sticks and frames his face, a furious blush on his cheeks. Blaine returns the gaze with a look of pure want and lust, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from whining at how fucking hot Sebastian looks. Sebastian’s shirt clings to his body, the fabric defining every dip and curve of his chiselled figure. His pants strain and stretch to try and accommodate his filled-out cock, a light patch of wetness staining the front.
“God, look at you,” Sebastian purrs, dragging his gaze from Blaine’s face and down his naked and flushed body. Sebastian’s finger trails along, down Blaine’s chest, and he smirks as Blaine’s breath hitches—his body twitching underneath. “My husband.”
Blaine grins lazily, smoothing his hands over Sebastian’s thighs. “If you keep looking at me like that, I think I’ll just come.”
Sebastian tilts his head and raises a brow, “Well… let me look somewhere else, then.”
He shimmies down the bed and leans forward, hooking his arms over Blaine’s thighs. Blaine swallows the saliva pooling under his tongue, pupils blown out wide as he looks down the expanse of his body, propping himself up on his elbows.
Sebastian noses Blaine’s trimmed bush, humming softly so that Blaine can feel the vibrations coursing through his skin. Then, with a hot, wet tongue, he takes Blaine into his mouth, licking and lapping around the shaft.
Blaine’s head drops back, a long, drawn-out moan escaping the back of his throat. He falls onto his back, snaking his fingers through Sebastian’s hair as Sebastian bobs his head, sucking Blaine’s cock in earnest. It doesn’t take long until Blaine’s mumbling incoherently; his words slurring together as uncoordinated as his hip thrusts, bucking into Sebastian’s mouth and chasing that release he couldn’t quite get last night.
Sebastian hums enthusiastically around his husband, looking up at Blaine with damp lashes, as the heat rises back up through his body. His muscles and joints begin to ache, the familiar hurt that assaulted him all throughout his wedding night returning, as his breathing grows laboured.
But he knows Blaine is close—so damn close, and he isn’t about to deny him something he’d put off because Sebastian had the stamina of his younger self who couldn’t last longer than an average song. So, through the ache and the strain, Sebastian powers through it, dragging his lips up and down Blaine’s length, before rolling his tongue around the tip.
Blaine’s eyes screw shut, his grip on Sebastian’s hair tightening, as his heels kick and thrash against the sheets. “I’m gonna… oh, I’m gonna…!” he sobs through broken breaths.
Sebastian picks up the pace, working Blaine’s cock until Blaine’s body goes rigid, hips lifting off the mattress, as hot white spurts of cum shoot down the back of Sebastian’s throat.
Blaine swears, his fingers releasing Sebastian’s hair in favour of grasping the sheets beneath. The rush leaves him breathless, his chest heaving and his skin buzzing as he comes down from it.
And then, he’s noticing Sebastian. The way he lingers there for a second too long. The way his breathing isn’t quite right, bordering on shallow and uneven. The way his shoulders sag like he’s holding himself up on will alone.
“Hey,” Blaine murmurs, his voice coarse and raw. He sits up with a grunt, his hands on Sebastian before he realises he’s moved. His fingers are gentle as they cup Sebastian’s head, his thumbs rubbing against Sebastian’s cheekbones. He brushes damp hair off Sebastian’s forehead and presses his palm there. He then frowns. “You’re burning up again.”
Sebastian hums, leaning into the touch. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “Not the sexy kind either.”
Blaine clicks his tongue softly, fond and unimpressed all at once. “We shouldn’t’ve… I shouldn’t have allowed that…”
“Yeah, well, it was worth it,” Sebastian replies anyway, his mouth twitching into a mischievous grin. “Got my breakfast of champions right from the source.”
It takes everything in Blaine to not hit Sebastian for that crude comment, but he supposes this is what he’s signed a lifetime for. So he settles for guiding Sebastian further up the bed and easing his husband onto his back. Sebastian’s thankfully pliant, stretching his long limbs with feline satisfaction, as Blaine helps peel off the drenched long sleeve off of him.
Blaine then rolls off the bed and pads softly over to the kitchenette, grabbing a lukewarm bottle of water off the counter and handing it to Sebastian. Sebastian sits up slightly to down the bottle like a parched soldier, Blaine watching like a hawk to make sure every single drop enters him. He takes the now empty bottle and sets it aside before using the discarded long sleeve shirt and dabbing Sebastian’s sweaty body with it.
Now, it’s Sebastian’s turn to watch Blaine like a hawk, his eyes studying Blaine’s stern expression as Blaine pats him dry. “I really am sorry our night—and this morning—was the furthest from being sexy.”
Blaine grunts. “Again, you have nothing to be sorry for. In a way, this whole thing was so totally us. Chaotic and romantic.”
“Oh, I’m sure my snotty and aching self was romantic for you,” Sebastian sarcastically says.
Blaine rolls his eyes, though his expression remains endearing. “It was very romantic of you to suck my dick through your fever. Truly in sickness and in health.”
Sebastian barks a laugh at that. “Funny guy, Anderson. I did well marrying you.”
Blaine smiles, tossing the shirt onto the floor before helping Sebastian shimmy out of the rest of his drenched clothing, the cool air hitting Sebastian’s heated bare skin a welcomed feeling. Blaine then climbs back onto the bed, pulling the doona back over them and snuggling in close into Sebastian’s arms.
Sebastian exhales, soft and gentle, his chin dropping to rest against Blaine’s curls. “Think we could still request a late checkout for non-sexy reasons?”
Blaine hums contemplatively. “Nothing sexier than taking care of my sick husband.”
Sebastian pulls Blaine in closer. “Yeah, well, I’m still gonna tell everyone it’s for sexy reasons.”
Blaine just shakes his head, the thought of spending the rest of his life with this man filling his chest with warmth that rivals Sebastian’s fever.