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The first day Chris calls Sebastian is two weeks after The First Avenger wraps. He doesn’t exactly know why he calls him, laying on his back with his legs propped up on his coffee table, petting his dog, but it just seems right.
"H’lo?" a tired voice answers.
"Seb, it’s like noon, why are you sleeping?"
"Hi Chris," he says, voice brightening slightly. "I’m sleeping because we just filmed for a fucking eternity and now I’m exhausted and sleep all the time. Also, I went out last night."
"Have fun?"
"Some," Sebastian answers. They sit together in comfortable silence. "What are you doing?" he asks.
"Petting my dog. I’m thinking of taking him for ice cream today."
"You dork. Who gives their dogs ice cream?"
"Hey man, I care about my dog a lot," he says, swinging his feet over to sit cross-legged on the floor. "You should get a dog."
"Don’t know if the girlfriend would approve of that."
"Dogs are more important than girlfriends."
"I’ll tell her you said that."
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Chris calls Sebastian once a week for the next two months. They don’t really talk about much of anything, but it makes him feel better knowing that every Thursday morning he’d get to hear Sebastian’s voice, listen to him talking about his next projects, and sharing his own. It all goes perfectly until one day Chris calls and Sebastian doesn’t answer. It’s about midnight and he finally gets a call from him. “Man!” Sebastian says jovially. “Sorry I missed your call. I got kidnapped by some friends and we’ve been out all day. I just got home now.”
Sebastian is incredibly drunk.
"You’re wasted man," Chris said with a laugh.
"Mmm, yeah. Yeah. I told ‘em you’d call. But they said they didn’t care. What the hell, right? Don’t they know how important you are?"
"I’m the most important," Chris jokes. "How was your week?"
"Stressful. Broke up with my girlfriend. Rough shit."
"Ouch, dude. Sorry about it."
"Nah, it was my call. I couldn’t stay with her. I’m too wrapped up in someone else."
"You’re cheating on her?"
"Not cheating," Sebastian says. "Nah. Doesn’t even know I exist, well, in that regard. But it wasn’t fair to her."
"We’ll go out together. Pick up some pretty ladies."
"That won’t help."
"Why not?"
“‘Cause it’s you, Chris,” Sebastian sighs into the phone. “I’m fuckin’ head over heels for you, dude. Isn’t that some shit?”
"You’re joking," Chris laughs. "Real funny, dude."
"Not joking," Sebastian says quietly. "I’ve had the hugest crush on you since we started filming, and now that we’re talking more, you’re all I can think about. I’m a sad little shit, I know. Don’t listen to me. I’m drunk. Can we pretend this didn’t happen and go back to how we were? Weekly calls and jokes?"
"You’re serious," Chris breathes. "Shit, Sebastian."
"Yeah well now I’ve fucked up the only other important relationship in my life," he says, laughing bitterly. "2 for 2, Seb."
"What are you wearing?" Chris asks suddenly. Sebastian laughs.
"Boxer briefs. Rutgers tee. Very sexy, I know."
"It sounds sexy," Chris says. "Really. You’ve always had a sort of sexy nonchalance to your style."
"Don’t make fun of me, Chris," Sebastian squeaks sadly. "This is too mean."
"I’m not making fun of you. Take your shirt off."
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The phone calls are different after that. For one, they’re usually at night, and for another, they’re now three, four times a week.
"I’m going to fuck you until you scream," Chris groans into the phone. "Your voice is going to get all deep and scratchy and you won’t be able to talk without remembering how it feels to have me inside of you."
"I’m going to show up to your door in Boston, open the door, and drop to my knees immediately. You better shut the door if you don’t want the neighbors to see me sucking your cock."
"Seb you’re so fucking hot, I keep thinking about that picture you sent me. Holy shit, you’re so fucking gorgeous, I want to bite your lips until they bleed."
"Do it, Chris. There’s many more pictures where those came from. How ‘bout you take a couple of me tied to your bed, waiting for you?"
-
Sebastian wonders if five times a week is too much as he stares at his phone on a Friday night. He’d talked to Chris every day this week, but he turned down going out with some friends in the hopes that maybe he’d call again. He’d queued up a movie and ordered some pizza, turning his phone over and over in his hand. Finally, he sighs and dials Chris’s number.
"Hey," Chris’s voice says.
"Shit, I hear people. I didn’t get you while you were out, right?" Fucking stupid, fucking stupid.
"It’s okay, I can talk for now. What’s wrong? You sound sad."
"Was it dumb for me to call you?"
"Kind of," Chris admits, and Sebastian’s heart sinks. He hears the door and grabs his wallet to pay the pizza guy. "It’s kind of stupid," Chris says, and Sebastian opens the door.
"Because I’m right here," he says, smiling at Sebastian.