And I also said I’d write George Sebrek. So I’m writing Sebastian turning 21. Because George is turning 21. So logic. Yes. I have it.
Sebrek: Drunk Off Of Nothing But Each Other Til The Sunrise
“I’M 21 BITCHES!” Sebastian yelled for probably the 20th time that night….which was saying something since it was 2:12am the morning of his 21st birthday. And Sebastian was drunk.
“Honey. Drink some water. You’re going to have a bitch of a hangover later if you don’t.” Derek said soothingly, trying to wrestle the umpteenth plastic cup of alcohol from Sebastian’s grip and replace it with a cup of water.
“Noooo you don’t understand.” Sebastian slurred. “I can DRINK. LEGALLY.” He pulled his hand away from Derek’s, sloshing a bit of his drink onto his own shirt.
“Babe. I know it’s exciting. But I really want you to be alive tomorrow.” Derek whispered, nuzzling his nose against Sebastian’s neck, trying a new tactic to get Sebastian to slow down on the alcohol. Derek understood that turning 21 was a big deal; he remembered the what seemed like week-long hangover he had when he turned 21. But he wasn’t in a relationship then. He didn’t have a boyfriend who had planned for weeks the things he wanted to do for his birthday. And damnit, Derek did not want Sebastian to be hungover all through his birthday because Derek made plans. And he intended to keep them.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Sebastian giggled, clutching his cup tight to his chest, and pulling Derek out of his thoughts. Derek sighed and leaned over to kiss Sebastian chastely on the lips before getting up from the floor where Sebastian had been lounging. “No wait come back.” Sebastian whined, dropping his cup on the floor (much to Derek’s distaste) and crawled across the carpet until he was at the foot of the bed where Derek sat. “More kisses for the birthday boy.” Sebastian pouted until Derek caved and leaned forward to haul Sebastian up onto his lap and kiss him hungrily, his tongue working itself into Sebastian’s mouth, tasting alcohol and juice and something fizzy in Sebastian’s mouth.
“Drink some water, babe.” Derek murmured against Sebastian’s lips as he ran his hands up and down Sebastian’s sides under his shirt. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Pouting slightly, Sebastian grudgingly removed his lips from Derek’s face and drank some water.
“Come on babe. Let’s go to bed.” Derek set the cup of water on the side table and shifted himself backwards until he was laying in bed, Sebastian sloppily laying on top of him. “Let’s get some sleep, and later, we can celebrate you.”
Through Sebastian’s hazy thoughts, he registered Derek’s warm hard body beneath his, Derek’s hand tracing slow and lazy patterns on Sebastian’s back, as the alcohol began to course through his veins, making the world seem fuzzy and warm - although Sebastian always feels fuzzy and warm when he’s around Derek. Sebastian’s last conscious thought before drifting off to sleep was that tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow he would tell Derek that he loved him.
“I love you” Derek murmured softly, kissing the top of Sebastian’s head before he curled into Sebastian and fell asleep, knowing that the next morning was going to be a beautiful day.