Yes! I am trying to plan it out now and I really want to write it some time this week!
It may have been juvenile, searching for eggs in the cold wet grass with his now teenage brothers, but Jeff loved this tradition. His entire family always got together for Easter and every year they had a huge Easter egg hunt. Everyone participated and Jeff was glad that this year, Sebastian was too.
It had developed into a competition over the years and now that Sebastian was participating, Jeff knew that the competition was steep.
They were all standing on the back patio waiting for Jeff’s dad to tell them to go. Sebastian was standing next to Jeff, smiling sweetly.
“I see right through that smile, Sebastian Smythe,” Jeff smirked.
It was a lazy Sunday night and Jeff and Sebastian were stuck at Dalton finishing up some homework. The TV was on in the background playing a movie they had forgotten about as soon as it started. Seb was seated at the head of the bed with his laptop balancing on his knees and Jeff was laying on his stomach staring at his laptop as he went over notes for a French exam.
Sebastian rubbed his eyes, trying to get his mind to stop wandering to his boyfriend. He glanced at Jeff and noticed that his pajama pants were hugging his ass tightly. Sebastian swallowed hard and tried to think about his homework.
We have a lot more things in the works right now, we are just very behind!
I promise, more is on its way!
We are considering it! I’m a little backed up on writing right now, real life is a little bit in the way, but it’s definitely something that we want to write at some point.
His hands were shaking. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. The part that should have made him nervous was already over.
They vows had been exchanged, the rings were in place and now Jeff was standing in front of the head table, watching Sebastian across the dance floor, having a conversation with the DJ.
“You okay man?” Nick asked as he clapped Jeff on the shoulder.
Jeff nodded and smiled. “I’m about to dance with my husband.”
They exchanged a smile before their attention was turned to Sebastian talking into a microphone.
“Before I dance my first dance with my incredible husband,” Sebastian paused as people started to cheer and clap. “I want to tell you all a little story.”
He caught Jeff’s gaze and winked at him, knowing full well what that did to Jeff, even after all these years.
“Years ago, I was a different person, one who would have never believed that this day was possible.”
Applause started again and Sebastian chuckled as he choked back a few tears at the thought of what he was currently experiencing. A few hours ago, he had married the man of his dreams at a beautiful candlelight ceremony.
“I grew up lucky. I had it all, or at least I thought I did. I had a few experiences, that resulted from me making some stupid decisions and there was a day where I just couldn’t handle anything anymore. I was lost. I didn’t feel so lucky anymore.”
Sebastian closed his eyes for a moment and Jeff watched him intently. Jeff remembered the day Sebastian was talking about. He remembered so much about that day. What Sebastian was wearing, the way he smelled as he clung to Jeff while they slept, the way they melted into each other’s touch like the other person’s body was always meant to be against theirs.
“A friend found me that day, I remember walking into Jeff’s dorm room at Dalton and this song was playing. I remember Jeff was sitting on his bed in a pair of black pajama pants and white tshirt. I remember that Jeff smelled like cinnamon and oranges and I remember lying there that night thinking that if I could fall asleep every night, wrapped up in Jeff’s arms, then I would never have a restless night again. I felt lucky again. ”
Applause erupted again and Jeff stared at his husband with wide eyes as the words came out of Sebastian’s mouth.
“This song kept popping up throughout our relationship. I would hear it on the radio at the exact moment I needed a reminder that I really was the luckiest guy ever. Sometimes Jeff would start playing it on his guitar and we would sing a few bars together. So when we were trying to figure out what song we could dance to and Jeff told me that it was up to me, I immediately thought of this song.”
The first few bars of the song started playing and Jeff grinned widely.
“Jeffrey Sterling-Smythe, may I have this dance?”
A spotlight lit the center of the dance floor and Sebastian appeared under it, his hand outstretched to his new husband.
Jeff placed his hand in Sebastian’s and Sebastian spun them around as they both wrapped their arms around each other.
Didn’t they always say we were the lucky ones.
I guess that we were once, babe, we were once
“We still are,” Jeff whispered as Sebastian sang the first lines of the song to him.
Sebastian grinned. “We are babe, we really are the lucky ones.”
It was a series of events that led to this moment. This could have been a simple birthday blowjob, but Sebastian wouldn’t have that. Not that Jeff was complaining, the white hot lines of pleasure shooting through his body every few seconds kept him very happy. He knew that the day Sebastian suggested that they go buy a few sex toys that something like this could happen. Sebastian enjoyed the level of control he held over Jeff that came with the sexual knowledge and experience he had. He didn’t use it against Jeff but he helped guide Jeff through various experiences that any teenage boy would love to have.
The butt plug started as a joke but by the end of that day, Jeff was the proud owner of a dark purple butt plug. It sat in his desk for a few weeks, Sebastian would make a joke about it every once in a while but it was quickly forgotten about in favor of a passionate session of love making or a quickie in the choir room before rehearsal started.
Sebastian was exhausted. Every muscle in his body felt like it was either made of sheet rock or Jell-O. His legs were on fire and every time he took a step his muscles would tighten more and more. His arms were loose and he was almost certain that if he had to use them again that they would fall out of socket and hang even more limply at his sides.
He pulled the bathroom door open with his foot and took two steps before collapsing on Jeff’s bed.
“I hate lacrosse,” he groaned and Jeff chuckled from his seat at the desk. “Can I quit?”
“No,” Jeff stated simply as he dropped his pencil and spun in his chair.
Seb rolled his head to the side and glared at his boyfriend. “Why not?”
Jeff sat down on the side of the bed and smiled sweetly. “Because I think you look hot in your lacrosse uniform.”
“Bang bang chicken,” Sebastian repeated as he showed his plate to Jeff.
Jeff smirked. “Sounds dirty.”
Sebastian laughed. “You even said that without blushing.”
A blush tinted Jeff’s cheeks and he smiled. “Apparently you talking about me blushing causes me to blush.”
Sebastian reached across the table and brushed Jeff’s hair out of his eyes. Jeff caught Sebastian’s hand before he pulled it away and gave it a squeeze before letting it go again.
After a few weeks of dating, they had fallen into this perfect rhythm with each other. Everything they did, said, felt was to compliment the other, remind the other person that they were the most important.