Sebastian Stan Short Stories

Sebastian Stan [3]

"Quiet Time"

Present day, fiction

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"Hey, can you come check some stitches on one of my costumes?"

I turned away from my workstation in the costuming shop to see Sebastian leaning against the door frame. Stitches my ass.

"That same pair of pants rip again?" I asked, continuing the façade for the sake of one of the other seamstresses in the room.

"Yeah, same pocket too," he confirmed. Once upon a time, a pocket on his pants really had ripped. We quickly realized it only took a few minutes to patch a small hole but that the work could be dragged out for at least a half hour. An hour if we played it right.

"No problem," I assured him. I set down the costume I had been tailoring and picked up a small toolbox reserved for on set repair work. I followed Sebastian out of the shop and to his trailer on the other side of the lot. We chatted amicably while we walked, discussing the upcoming filming schedule and who would be going to the next location. Perfectly regular conversation for two coworkers on a film set.

Like a gentleman, Sebastian opened his trailer for me and I stepped in, with him right on my heels. The door was shut and the locked turned. I sat the toolbox on the nearest empty surface, a chair I think, just in time to be turned around for a kiss that weakened my knees.

"The pocket really did rip again," he told me, whispering the words in between kisses down the side of my neck.

"What are you doing to those pants?" I asked, laughing and squirming as he reached a ticklish spot on my collarbone. Naturally, he began working over that area quite thoroughly.

"Whatever stunts they let me," he answered. His lips travelled back up my neck, and we were back to trying our best to make-out quietly. There was always gossip on set, and it had been easier to sneak around.

Sebastian let his hands trail down my sides until he could pull me closer by my hips. He took a few steps back, keeping me flush against his body, until he hit the couch and sat down. I was clumsily pulled onto his lap, but my lips never left his skin as I positioned myself over him.

And then it was back to fevered kisses. Sneaking around had a way of making everything just a bit hotter, even if the door was locked and we had a perfectly normal reason for being in his trailer together. Maybe not such a good reason to be going at it on his couch, but oh well.

I couldn't keep my hands off of his body, and he was having trouble keeping his out of my hair. My fingers lingered over his arms and shoulders, and his found places in my hair and at the small of my back.

"Remind me never to complain about how long you spend in the gym," I said, brushing my hands across his biceps. He grinned at me proudly until I kissed the smirk off his face. He began working at the buttons on my light flannel, kissing me all the while. I let him push the sleeves down my arms and into the floor, but began pulling on his t-shirt as soon as my hands were free. There was another charming smile on his face as he added his shirt to mine in the floor.

There was more kissing, invisible lip prints across jawlines and over shoulders. Wandering hands and graceful fingers, clinging to each other and finding the most sensitive places to-

"Hey, Stan, we're about to -- oh my God."

The door was opened with a little bit of brute force, but I was too red-faced with embarrassment to turn around and check who was currently looking at my almost bare back. It sounded like Chris though.

"We're about to what?" Sebastian asked, biting his lip to keep from smiling. I laid my forehead against his bare shoulder, trying not to burst into giggles.

"I think I forgot," Chris admitted. He was definitely still staring; I could feel it. There were more footsteps outside, but I didn't lift my head. Instead I gently ran my fingers over Sebastian's ribs, making him startle slightly.

"Could you remember really quick? We should get dressed," he told Chris.

"Who is this we?" someone else asked. The trailer was rocked a bit as someone stepped in. Anthony. Of all the people to catch me straddling Sebastian Stan while both of us were shirtless. "Well, look at you. Sexy Sea bass got a girl. Is it the seamstress you've been sneaking around with? Y'all aren't slick. There was a betting pool about who and when someone would catch you."

Chris stifled a laugh.

"Me and Evans will get out of your hair then. Behave kiddos. Be safe," Anthony reminded us. "Joe called a meeting in fifteen, by the way."

The trailer rocked again as Anthony stepped out, and I sat up to look at Sebastian. He was just as pink in the cheeks as I was.

"Damn, Jeremy Renner owes me a twenty. That's great," I heard Anthony laugh before he shut the door.

Sebastian and I looked at each other and simultaneously burst into laughter. I rolled off his lap and onto the free end of the couch while he doubled over.

"Well," he said. He offered me my shirt, and I began pulling it back on. "It only took two months to get caught."

"I don't think my boss will ever let me come alter your costumes alone ever again," I told him, still smiling.

"I need to find out who all was involved in this betting pool," he decided. "I want a commission."

"I want half of whatever you get," I said.

"Deal."

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Author's Note:

I feel like this isn't great, so I might change it. I've got be in the right frame of mind to write this sort of thing, and I kind of forced this. Also sorry about the irregularity of my updates. I tend to have lots of things started and just have finish them, which also tends to happen in one fell swoop.

I've also got a rough plot line for what could possibly become a full length Sebastian Stan fanfic. Because of my terrible track record regarding full length projects I want to get a good chunk of it written and finalized before publishing any. Needless to say, I'll keep you all updated on that.

Thank you again for so much!