Anonymous asked: (sniffles, clings to you) ... fwuff? pwease? ~Sebrek withdrawal anon.
*holds*
Of course, lovely. :)
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Derek and Sebastian lie together, the fan overhead too lazy to offer them the coolness they desire. They’re too lazy to stand up and command that it change its speed, though.
Derek’s fingers card through Sebastian’s hair gently. The athlete is lying on his back, and his boyfriend lies pressed up beside him, hands resting on his chest and stomach. Moving his head to the side, Derek presses a soft to kiss to Sebastian’s hair - and then another, and another.
From his place against Derek’s chest, Sebastian smiles. “What’s up, big boy?” he asks quietly, a bit too tired to be teasing him properly.
Derek echoes his smile. “I just love you a lot, that’s all.”
Sebastian’s eyes twinkle with happiness. “Yeah, yeah.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“You’re just…usually not this affectionate, that’s all.”
Derek is silent for a moment, and then presses another soft kiss to Sebastain’s hair before shifting, using his elbows to support his weight.
“You like it though, right?”
“‘Course I do.”
“You like me.”
“I wouldn’t be under you screaming your name four times a week if I didn’t.”
Derek allows himself a hint of a smile before growing serious again. “You love me?”
Sebastian smiles. “Of course.”
“Then marry me.”
Sebastian only has time to blink before a small object is being pushed into his hand. Sitting up and uncurling his fingers he sees a shining ring, twisting and silver and perfect.
It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Well.
Besides Derek.
“Well?”
Sebastian glances up to see anxiety written out all across his boyfriend’s face. He doesn’t know how it started, but suddenly he feels that his cheeks are wet and warm.
Swiping at the salty skin he sniffs, and then leans forward to press their lips together.
“Yes.”
Anonymous asked: THE SEBREK TAG IS ALWAYS EITHER DEAD OR BROKEN MS. MARGARET I CANNOT TAKE IT I AM SUFFERING FROM WITHDRAWAL HELP ME.
Oh no! This will not do, anon!
Okay here I shall attempt to remedy the situation
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Sebastian’s head hits the back of the pillow and he gasps up at the ceiling, eyes wide and practically unseeing as Derek moves above him.
“Der…Derek.”
The athlete’s hands roam over his body smoothly, sliding over his stomach where the skin is hot with sweat. Leaning forward, he presses his face against Sebastian’s perfectly-marred neck, panting a bit as he thrusts.
“I thought you were gone,” he manages through clenched teeth. He moves again and Sebastian clutches his shoulder, using one hand to muffle a scream. “You left me…”
“I came back.”
Anonymous asked: Derek pulled away from Sebastian and closed his eyes. "I'm straight. I'm straight. I don't want to make out with you. I'm STRAIGHT." Sebastian, of course, just smirked. That evil, smug, incredibly sexy smirk. "You keep saying that, but I really don't think that word means what you think it means." Then he leaned in and kissed him again. Maybe Derek wasn't as straight as he thought...
Sing To Me | A Sebrek Fic
For chylan. <3
“Sing to me.”
Derek raises an eyebrow.
“Excuse you?”
Sebastian lounges back against his chair, smirk flitting over his lips as his tongue darts out to lick at his pen.
“What, you can make noise in bed but not on demand?”
Derek stands up, arms crossed over his chest. “Not happenin’ any time soon, pretty boy.”
He makes to stride out of the room, and grimaces when Sebastian’s teasing song follows him into the hall.
“I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! I feel pretty, and witty, and gaaay!”
***
I feel pretty
Oh, so pretty
I feel pretty, and witty, and bright
And I pity
Anyone who isn’t me tonight
***
“Okay. What the hell are you doing?”
Sebastian’s head snaps up just in time to see the door slam shut. His face whitens and his eyes freeze into a lighter color for just a moment as he considers escape.
“No contact, no calls – what is the matter with you?”
Sebastian remains almost motionless, the tips of his fingers sprayed against the pasty white of the wall as if someone has captured him and stuck him there, static and frozen in motion like the black and white of an old photograph.
“And now, what? I find you here, perfectly fine and as healthy as ever. You are such a dick.”
Sebastian’s throat flutters and changes shape under Derek’s glare, not quite able to choke up the words he needs.
“Yeah, well.” The words are softer than he intended, but he can’t bring himself to care. “I guess I’m just a douche that way.”
He turns slowly, left hand going out to brush the wall for balance as he makes to move away.
A harsh hand on his shoulder changes his direction like the force of a storm. His breath sweeps up through his windpipe and half of his shoulder automatically drops against the wall, keeping him upright.
Derek glowers at him, dark eyes intent as the ends of his hair glisten with sweat or water.
“Is that what I mean to you? A year of fucks you can write off without a second glance? Is that what this is?”
Sebastian just blinks, the words coming at him in strange waves of volume. His body is in the middle of trying to form a coherent response when Derek leans forward, impatient.
“Huh?”
Sebastian doesn’t respond, the grey of his eyes flickering like a fire that’s lost its energy. Derek grabs hold of his shoulders roughly and gives them a good, hard shake.
“Answer me!”
Sebastian’s legs give out.
He collapses out of Derek’s touch, his spine hitting the unfinished wall with a sharp, painful clash. He slides to the ground in an awkward motion, the bones of his back grating against the white all the way down.
Derek blinks down with wide eyes to where Sebastian lies, one leg bent and one sprawled, before lowering his hands to his sides. He lowers himself into a crouch hesitantly.
As soon as he approaches Sebastian’s level, the latter turns his head to the side, swiping hastily at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, bringing his knees closer to his chest as his arm remains at eye-level.
“Baby, I’m – I’m sorry.”
Sebastian doesn’t turn to look at Derek’s worried eyes.
There’s silence as Sebastian keeps his eyes shielded from Derek’s gaze until the athlete moves his hand forward in a slow and hesitant manner.
“Leave.”
He pauses. Sebastian’s voice is tight.
“Seb – “
The singer lets out a sob as a hot tear streaks down his cheek.
“Please.”
Derek takes his chin firmly with one hand, grabbing his other hand to take it away from his eyes as he turns Sebastian’s head. Those eyes are desperate, deep and bottomless.
“Sebastian…what’s wrong?”
Sebastian stares at him, in him, through him. The tenor of his voice is lost.
“I have leukemia.”
…
Oh.
***
“Jules?”
The actor looks up from where he’s sitting on the hard bench, fingers wrapped around a wine glass. He gives a watery smile when he sees who it is that’s called his name.
“Hey, Der.”
The athlete sits down, gazing at his friend warily as he grasps his shoulder hesitantly.
“You okay?”
“Uh – yeah, I – ” Julian cuts off to swipe at his nose suddenly, letting out a little laugh as he does so. “Yeah, it’s just – stupid, I mean – “
“Hey. You’re my friend. It’s not stupid to me.”
“Well, it’s just – ” Julian breaks off and laughs again, taking a short swig of wine. You’re the one this is all happening to; you shouldn’t have to deal with me on top of it.”
Derek looks at his friend bemusedly. “Sorry?”
“I just – ” Julian breaks off, staring at the ground as his lips curve into the faintest of smiles. “It’s just that…we were always such good friends…ever since high school, I mean, and…well, you were always a player, you know?”
Derek stares at him. “…no. I don’t.”
Julian laughs again, his free hand darting to his eye. “I just always figured that, you know, if you ever did find someone, it’d just be, like, this amazing thing. You’d just be crazy about them; you’d never let them go. And…and you found that. With Sebastian. I just…” He trails off, staring into his wine like it’s some sort of magic wishing-pool. “I never thought it would end like this.”
…yeah.
Neither did Derek.
***
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
***
Derek looks up. The sky has become dark without his notice.
“Derek?”
The athlete looks back down immediately, his eyes catching faded grey. He moves his chair closer (it’s almost impossible), heart cracking when he realizes that tightening his hold on Sebastian’s hand would only hurt him.
“Yeah babe?”
Sebastian smiles dreamily, his eyes half-lidded, already shifting somewhere else.
“Sing to me?”
The athlete smiles back at him, swallowing when he feels a streak of wetness trickle down his throat.
“I don’t know how it goes,” he whispers.
Sebastian doesn’t seem perturbed. His fingers tighten around Derek’s (the grip is so weak the other boy doesn’t even notice).
“Then just…stay with me.”
Derek’s smile grows as the tears caress his lips, flirting with their smoothness before dancing away to explore the edges of his chin.
“I guess I can do that.”
Sebastian’s lips twitch and his head sinks into the pillow a little more. A soft exhale passes through his lips, almost inaudible as his eyes stare forward, almost small enough to be closed.
He wants you to sing to him.
Before the thought fully processes in Derek’s brain he’s opened his mouth, words he can’t hear trailing out.
Sing me to sleep…
sing me to sleep…
It’s dark outside, and it’s been a while. Derek stops singing and looks at Sebastian instead. His face is pale, his eyes still slightly parted, his body still. Derek reaches out a slightly shaking hand to place it against the nearest part of the singer’s face. It’s cold.
“Sebastian?”
There’s no reply.
***
Here lies Sebastian Smythe
Beloved son and friend
Who, before his death on the twenty-fifth day of December,
Desired these words to be written on his grave:
“The rest is silence.”
Sometimes, Derek thinks he can hear Sebastian. A gentle song strung through the whispers of the trees, or even just his persistent, teasing melody – “sing to me, sing to me” as it echoes against the stone.
Sometimes, he thinks he can hear it.
But it’s really just the wind.
Persistance
So I started writing this on my phone last night, and I figured I should just send anything somewhat Sebrek to you because I love you and you’re awesome and you’re one of the Sebrek captains. So. Here goes.
___
When Derek asks Julian what gay sex is like, it shocks the actor so much that the coffee mug in his hands is forgotten as it clangs to the floor and shatters.
Derek sighs, expecting this reaction, and beds down to pick up the thankfully evenly distributed pieces of clay under the hot creamed coffee.
“Excuse me?” Julian asks in response, still astonished as he doesn’t even bother to help the athlete below him.
Moving to throw away pieces of the ceramic mug, and grab paper towels to clear the floor, Derek simply rolls his eyes. A certain level of fear passes through him as he says nonchalantly to the best of his ability, “I’m just curious.”
“Is there anything you need to tell me — because you, of all people, should know you could tell me this kind of thing,” Julian reassures, but smirks all the while. It makes Derek wonder why it was a good idea to befriend a cocky bastard like him.
“No!” He exclaims defensively in return. “I’m just curious as to what the difference is, and I figured you — being bi, would know.”
Julian’s eyes shine with amusement as he moves to get himself another cup of coffee, the spoiled brat not even thanking Derek for picking up his mess like always. “Well for one, a guy has a penis and a girl has —”
“Julian!” Derek yells, exasperated. “I think I know the anatomy differences!”
He was being serious now, and Julian quiets, the speculation clearly forming in his eyes so clearly that Derek looks away. Julian twitches his mouth, dumping sugar into his coffee and thinks at the correct way to respond. “Well, when you have sex with a guy, they’re usually rougher and are much better at keeping feelings at bay. Girls are kind of clingy and always want morning after cuddles and shit.”
Derek snorts, “You and Logan do morning after cuddles.”
Julian glares at the mocking in his best friend’s voice. “Yes, but we’re in an established relationship. I thought you wanted to know about sex.”
“I do,” Derek honestly answers, realizing he sounded far too eager. “I mean— out of curiosity.”
“Does this have anything to do with how Sebastian hits on you?” Julian asks simply, before bringing the coffee to his lips and sipping quietly.
“You know about that?” Derek replies in shock, as acting was not exactly his strong suit.
Julian chuckles gently, sending a fond glance at his friend’s face. “Everyone knows that,” He rolls his eyes and but softens and looks at the athlete. “It’s okay, Derek.”
“He’s just so—” Derek groans to finish the sentence, pent up frustration building in his mind. “He’s so fucking persistent. I just — I wanted him to leave me alone so I made out with him and yeah but now he won’t leave me alone and—”
Derek stops at the sound of Julian’s laughter, who put the coffee cup down and was bending over trying to catch his breath. “You — you do know guys aren’t that different. I think he likes you,” Julian teases, grinning his signature Cheshire grin.
“I—What?” Derek asks, confusion coming upon him. “No he doesn’t. He just wants to have sex with me.”
“And wants more. You should be able to notice this by now after all the hearts you’ve broken,” Julian says, making fun of the shock on his best friend’s face.
“Maybe… Maybe I want more too.”
He says it so softly, Julian doesn’t hear it at first. All he heard was a slight mumble, but after reevaluating what his friend had just said, his eyes soften in understanding, as someone who’s been there and been confused. He wraps his hands around the mug in his hands once again, and looks at Derek seriously, “Then go get more. You deserve it.”
Derek doesn’t respond, and instead looks at Julian, smiling at the content in his eyes after getting what he wanted for so long. And now Julian was telling him to stop worrying, to stop focusing on the well-being of himself and Logan and to take time to settle down. He looks at the wooden floor, his mind imagining what would occur if he just braved it all and went to Sebastian’s door.
“I can’t,” Derek whispers. “I’m not ready.”
Instead, Julian just nods in understanding and doesn’t comment and tell him to go and profess his feelings. Derek doesn’t need to say how the electricity that Sebastian gave him scared him, because he never felt anything like that before, or how his nose scrunches up when being silly.
Not yet, but soon.
lionphantom asked: "Fuck- DEREK-" Sebastian groaned loudly, half of his beautiful face being crushed against the mattress as the older Stuart rammed into him from behind. "Don't stop- Derek- Never stop-" he growled, raising his ass up a bit more and pressing back against the other boy. Derek let out a strangled whimper at the sound of his name that was dragged out so deliciously from Sebastian's lips, almost as delightful as the drag against the head of his cock each time he pulled out enough to thrust back in.
OHAI I DO BELIEVE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU.
Hi. So. Yeah.
He’s able to resist at first. Derek’s been practiced like that for his entire life — always knowing how far to string girls along, always knowing at what point to give them up. He prides himself on his self-control.
So when Sebastian decides to stop coming onto Julian for his needs, he moves on to his next prey — and oh, Julian has a best friend that may be one of the hottest things Sebastian has seen and he tells himself if he doesn’t put this in his book of achievements, he’s not sure he’ll forgive himself. He doesn’t hit on Derek right away because he figures this is his new challenge, because Derek has that pointless label called straight.
But when it comes to sex gods, like himself and rumored Derek, there is no sexuality. There’s just sex, and if two talented boys would decide to come together, wouldn’t that be the epitome of sex?
“Why not?” Sebastian says, looking at the athlete who’s hunched over his textbook on the common room couch.
“Because you’re not a challenge,” Derek replies easily, because he’s good at listing reasons to never be with anyone. To not want them twice, usually. “Because you’re offering yourself to me right now, and that just screams easy.”
Sebastian smirks, wanting to burst into laughter, but keeping his cool. It’s amusing to him how much Derek thinks this is affecting him. Maybe he’s easy, but he doesn’t have a self-confidence problems. Derek’s words don’t hurt, he’s had too much great sex and wins to not be used to insults and leers. “Maybe not, but you, on the other hand, are.”
Derek doesn’t say anything, and this is the moment he knows he’s messed up. His brain is actually considering whether he would give Sebastian the satisfaction at all. Derek inhales deeply, still looking at his textbook as he scolds himself because where did his reasons go.
The taller boy begins to grin, knowing he’s penetrated the committed walls of the other Stuart. “Think about it. It’d be great. Legendary, even.”
“But this is your win, not mine,” Derek says, reconsidering his reputation and everything he’s worked for.
Sebastian, still grinning, merely shrugs and says, “Are you telling me that Derek Seigerson doesn’t think great sex is a win?”
He stares at his textbook, realizing that he hadn’t even gotten his work done correctly during the entire time. He looks back and forth between the textbook and the smug boy across from him. He shuts the book, echoing with a dull thud across the room, and practically glares at Sebastian, mixed with a layer of lust in his eyes.
“Let’s go. Now and get it over with,” He demands rolling his eyes at the obvious look of accomplishment coming across the other Stuart’s eyes. “Show me what you’ve got, Smythe.”
Derek Seigerson’s resistance was only so manageable up to a point.
Just to see if it’s legendary, Derek reminds himself, already wanting to punch himself as he catches his eyes following Sebastian’s ass, as he follows behind him into his room.
Just to see if it’s good.
Oh look what an angel dropped in my ask today
Anonymous asked: A quick question, are you captain of the seberk ship? also I love you.
Hello anon!
Uuuuum…I don’t know.
*Looks around* Guys, who’s the captain of the Sebrek ship?
Anonymous asked: It wasn't fair that Sebastian could make his voice sound like that, Derek thought with his last shred of coherency as he pushed into the other boy, whose hot breath ghosted on his ear, whispering things that Derek barely dared to think about even in the privacy of his room. It wasn't fair, so Derek would have to change it. After all, Sebastian couldn't talk dirty while he was screaming.
SebastianistotallyascreamerthoughyoucanjusttellhimandJulesit’snotevenfair
Anonymous asked: "What you you want?" Derek whispers, shuddering as Sebastian's fingertips trace the drops water trailing down his chest from the shower. Sebastian grins, his warm lips grazing against Derek's ear as he asks, "Don't you want to fuck me like you did this morning?" He toys with the towel slung around Derek's hips and whispers, "I'm still so wet from when you came inside me. Remember how you made me beg for it? How I screamed your name?" Derek whimpers as Sebastian's hand slips beneath the towel...
you.
are.
my.
favorite.
person.
ever.
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