Italy was alright, he decided within the first two minutes of being there. That quickly changed once he witnessed lots of hairy men exuding heterosexuality that were making overt hand signals, and beautiful women with long legs that looked incredibly uninterested.
Actually, no. Fuck Italy.
He grumbled lowly, folding his arms and huffing at every little thing. There were far too many people, and roughly ninety percent of them were tourists (he ignored the fact that he was one), it was way too fucking hot, and everyone was speaking Italian, so he didn’t understand jack shit. His camerawoman was having a ball, because, of course, the goddamn woman seemed to speak every fucking known language ever. He was actually rather tempted to ask if she knew Latin.
Sebastian shrugged it off, choosing instead to march off to where he hoped the Leaning Tower of Pepperoni Pizza was. After getting lost three different times, his camerawoman finally decided to take matter into her own hands (after laughing for an obnoxiously long time) and they made their way to it by nightfall. He scaled the embarrassment of a fence that circled it, and leaned against the designated side, childishly flipping off his giggling accomplice.
If there was someone Quinn hadn’t got to meet for a long time and was looking forward to it was Sebastian, so as soon as the show started she didn’t hesitate before taking a look at the list of landmarks they were supposed to visit and choosing one to do it with him. Quite honestly, going to Las Vegas with him and having sex on top of a gaming table sounded more than appealing for her so, after proposing him to go there and waiting for him to accept, she quickly made her way to that city.
Being in a place like that she wanted to have fun, walk around and visit the casinos and play, because she had never been to Las Vegas before and it seemed like a great city. However, the only idea of having sex in one of those casinos, in front of everybody and all, was getting Quinn really horny. Besides, she had a feeling Sebastian was such a good fuck and they would have fun together. Once her jet arrived to the airport, she waited there for Sebastian to arrive since they hadn’t decided where to go exactly yet.
It was almost funny how easily he had gotten along with Quinn. It had started with a small joke about Zack’s appropriate Pokemon nickname, and then escalated to daily texts, late night phone calls about nothing, and video chats where they both basically sobbed at Lifetime movies, and caught re-runs of Friends, and molesting each other’s ask boxes with pick-up lines. His actual self seemed to shine through a bit more with her, and he felt comfortable. Usually he didn’t have sex with his best friends, but she had asked much earlier before if she could kiss his jawline, and that sort of erased any prior sort of reservation he had.
Of course, the fact that one of the other people he was closest to in this house had a massive crush on Quinn still kept him feeling a bit guilty. He hadn’t spoken to Roxanne since Swan’s death, and although he hated himself for it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. She hadn’t been too interested in talking to him anyway. He rubbed his eyes as he arrived, trying to clear his mind as much as possible. Sebastian was right about to hop into a cab, when he spotted Quinn. He blinked slightly, and looked around, then back at her. He was visibly confused. Then it hit him that they hadn’t agreed on a place to meet up. He walked over to her, in a full tuxedo picked just for the occasion, and held out his hand. “Ever heard of The Venetian, Fabray?”
Finally, this season took him to South America, a place he had actually never been to, to date. Venezuela, from what he heard was a very beautiful country especially in the summer. He looked in his suitcase for his summer outfits and found a tight fitting tank top and shorts to go with his flip flops and sunglasses. He hadn’t met Sebastian yet and was interested to see why he picked a waterfall of all places. Actually, now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had ‘wet’ sex to date on the show which was strange but he was definitely open for new experiences.
He stepped off the plane and was greeted by amazing sunshine, so much so that he did find that sex under a waterfall would be gloriously perfect in this weather. He was driven there by a taxi, his cameraman Carlos sitting at the front again like he was used to and when he arrived the waterfall looked amazing already. The sun was beating down and he couldn’t wait to be under the soothing remedy of the cooling water. He stripped down to his boxers and threw himself into the plunge pool, refreshed by the liquid goodness that remedied the sunshine. He reached the bottom of the waterfall and stood there, letting the water beat down on him as we awaited Sebastian to arrive.
He dressed comfortably, much to the dismay of his camerawoman, who seemed almost disgusted by his appearance. Comfortably only meant a pair of black and white swim trunks, but Sebastian spent an obnoxiously long time chasing her around the jet and offering her a lap dance he didn’t really intend on going through with. It ended with them giggling childishly in each other’s arms, because as much as they managed to pretend they loathed each other, they had actually grown pathetically close. But that was besides the point, really. The jet arrived with no difficulty at all, and he spent the time in the cab flicking the side of her head until they came to the waterfall.
Sebastian let out a low whistle at the sight, fixing a pair of sunglasses over his nose. It really was beautiful. Better than the pictures, obviously. “Hurry up now,” he teased, speaking to his camerawoman as if she was a puppy. A quick middle finger was sent his direction, and he grinned and waltzed off in the direction of the plunge pool. He slipped in slowly, and headed to where the other man was, offering a quick wave. They had a bit in common, actually, if one disregarded the fact that Sebastian was lying about being here for his sister, because he didn’t have one. At that, he felt a tinge of guilt, but covered it up by licking his lips and splashing water in Mike’s direction, despite the fact that the act was useless, considering he was already under the waterfall.
If there was one person he could handle being shoved in a house where they were forced to have sex for an impossibly long amount of time with, he wouldn’t mind that person being Audrey one bit. She made every knew meeting different, whether the scene or person stayed the same or not, and he couldn’t help but to admire that about her. It wasn’t the only thing he admired about her, of course, but he figured neither of them were the type to sample a relationship.
His pilot joked with him about the Buckingham palace, telling him that he was from London, and how it might be a bit hard to get into the throne room, but he sort of tuned him out. It couldn’t be that complicated. He figured he was just trying to make conversation anyway, after all, he had a bit of help considering NK sort of organized this thing so it would all be as swift and hot as possible. It probably wouldn’t be any simpler than stealing candy from a baby.
Once he arrived, Sebastian ended up waltzing in without a second glance. He didn’t think he would ever quite comprehend the exact sort of pull NK had, but he also didn’t matter too much. He watched his camerawoman stumble over her own feet for a bit as she glanced at their surroundings. He had to admit, it was beautiful, but he was more in favor of the beautiful person that would soon be joining him.
Isabella was lost in her own little world. She knew that she really liked him, but she knew that she couldn’t just let him do that to her. To let her sit around. Just let the fact that he hurt her get away. She wasn’t about to. The only break that she had was whenever he was at her house for that week before the show. She was happy about that really. She didn’t want that to change either. The fact that they watched a movie together, and she was just okay right then. They talked a few times, gave a few smiles. She almost hit Jesse easy ten times for being mean, and to Sebastian she was almost sure that was funny to him, judging by the simple smile that he had on his face. Running her fingers through her hair as she tapped her foot on the rail, she looked up once she could hear the door open then shut. She looked up to see him, and almost every single thing that she had on her mind washed away whenever he turned the corner. Her heart raced, and she looked at the flower in his hand. She was so tempted to give in. What could it hurt?
She would be letting him get away with it, and that wasn’t okay. What if he did it again? Sighing, she looked at the flower, giving him a small smile as she took it. Placing it to her nose, she closed her eyes for a second before making her way back to her thoughts before. Putting the flower down, she tilted her head then shoved him back into the wall that was behind him. “Yeah.” She said taking in a deep breath. Her hands press on his shoulder while her eyebrows raised. She didn’t know why he did her the way that he did, and honestly she had found herself in a situation that she really did like him. She just didn’t know what happened, and she tried to just push those thoughts away while looking at him with a serious look on her face. Swallowing, she took in a deep breath trying her best to not cave. Moving her lips to his neck she started to suck then bite at a place there.
Sebastian smiled boyishly as she put the flower to her nose. That was a good sign, right? His smile quickly faded as he was pushed a bit too roughly into the wall. His glasses slipped a bit down the bridge of his nose, and he realized he was still wearing them. He furrowed his brows confusedly. Did she not like the flower or something? Should he tell her what the meaning of it is? Did she already know, and just not like him anymore? The thoughts running through his mind halted for a quick moment as she nearly attacked his neck. His right hand snuck under the back of her shirt, and splayed on her lower back, reveling in the comfortable warmth.
"Isabella, y- you, uh," he paused to give a quick nervous laugh. His left hand sought her chin, and her turned her face as gently as he could towards his. "Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?" He whispered, leaning his forehead worriedly against hers.
There were few things Sebastian was actually legitimately terrified of. Flying being one (which was obvious by the booming music in his ears, and his constant fidgeting), and ghosts being two. It was obvious that he didn’t really think through this graveyard sex thing. The only thing on his mind as the time was fucking someone against a tombstone, which was actually rather awful, now that he thought about it. But when he looked up where exactly he was heading, he realized they were going to be fucking right near a mausoleum that was rumored with be fucking haunted. Even if you ignored the fact that it was already dark when the jet arrived, the place was still creepy as all hell.
He paused by the plaque, tracing the words with his fingers as if it were braille. Sebastian wasn’t even quite sure who this Marie What’sherface even was, and even so, he felt that this was unbelievably insulting to her and whatever she probably did. It must of been important, right? To land her this fancy tomb, and all the flowers in front of it. He shook his head, and then glanced around, hoping that Chloe would arrive as soon as she possibly could.
He didn’t like Jesse one fucking bit. He didn’t like his smarmy little weasel face, or his menopausal snarkiness, or his refusal to take the goddamn cupcake card that Sebastian spent fifty dollars on. Fifty fucking dollars. It had become so strained at the house, he honestly felt like banging his head on the wall every morning when the bed was empty, and all three of them were having a goddamn party out there. Sebastian would’ve loved to say he wasn’t sure why he sent this sort of proposition to Jesse, but really, despite his doucheyness, he was hot. So.
The jets were alright, but there were all purely business (which he find rather surprising, considering their employers), and did not appreciate any attempts to rub a quick on out in their incredibly polished bathrooms. When he arrived, they nearly pushed him out, despite his innumerable curses of childish complaint. He traced the intricately worn down patterns on the wall with a curious finger, idly awaiting the asshole’s arrival. He had to admit, he was a bit hopeful that he’d be fucked, because he was getting a bit tired of having to do all the work for everyone else. He flashed a wolfish smile at his camerawoman (who seemed impossibly unamused), and slumped lazily against the wall, reveling in the scrape of hard stone against his back.
Isabella smiled a little at the message from Sebastian. Was she still pissed at him for over the break? Of course she was. She wasn’t about to just simply be over it to say the least, but she had spent a little while with him before they went back into the house. Just a simple few conversations of course. Taking in a deep breath, she climbed onto the jet with a smile still there as she walked on. Putting on her ipod, she danced around a little in her seat as she looked around. Faded came on, and she let it over come her thoughts of course only until she knew they were getting close. She knew that she needed to think of what she was going to do with him. Ask him why they hadn’t spoken? She could of course, but what would the fun be in letting him just simply get away with things? She didn’t want to do that. Running her fingers through her hair as they landed, she quickly got into a cab and directed them to the place that they were going. Her camera man was close by, and she smiled to him with a nod before making her way out of the cab.
She walked into the prison, looking around then swallowed hard as she walked on in. She hadn’t been in prison before, but hopefully by the looks of it she wouldn’t ever be. Leaning against one of the sets of bars, she crossed her arms over her chest then let her mind go into thought. Sure she missed him. Of course she did, but this was where she needed to do her best to make sure that she didn’t let him get away with hurting her. Hopefully this would work, for all she knew it might fail. She was going to try anyway.
Sebastian huffed out a small breath of relief once he read Isabella’s reply. It didn’t that she was mad at him anymore at all, especially after how kind she was to him in the house. She was the one who had managed to calm Jesse down enough to watch a movie (although, the two of them didn’t really watch it, so much as glare angrily over Isabella’s head at each other), and even after their short, slightly strained conversations, he felt a small bit happier with their situation. He wasn’t sure he would be too inclined to jump into a relationship with her, especially considering he had never even explained why he was suddenly so pouty after the awards ceremony. But he was hoping they could both just forget it ever happened.
After experiencing a bit of turbulence that Sebastian nearly whimpered at, they arrived safely, at the creepiest fucking building he had ever seen in his entire life. He twirled a plucked ambrosia in his fingers as he examined it. The flower, although cheesy, was for Isabella. He simply hoped she didn’t know the real meaning behind it. If he’d learned enough from his useless nightly Wikipedia readings, the ambrosia meant something along the lines of your affection is reciprocated. He swallowed thickly, trying hard to ignore the fact that he was actually here, and made his way over to their designated meeting place. Once he arrived, he smiled sweetly, and offered the flower to her. “Fancy seeing you here.”