AN: So, wrote this on the GKM a while ago and I'm FINALLY getting around to posting it here. Yay for progress.
Kurt opened his eyes blearily; the brightness of his room feeling like a fresh slap in the face. It didn't happen often, Sebastian and Blaine deciding that it would be a fantastic idea that having sex right up against the thin wall separating their bedrooms but god, when they did it was both some of the best and worst nights of Kurt's life. He could pretend that he was with them, touching them, making them moan, but he couldn't; and he always felt guilty after he got off because they're his friends! But Blaine's groans, and Sebastian's dirty talk just did things to Kurt; specifically his cock.
Reluctantly pulling himself out of bed; Kurt stretched, shivering at the pleasure that came with the cracking of his bones before making his way to the blessed coffee machine.
Pouring a cup and letting the steam run over his face, Kurt took a deep breath; loving the rich coffee smell that invaded his senses. He didn't hear the soft pitter patter of feet walking across the linoleum; but he felt it when Sebastian wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him tight against his bare chest.
"Good morning princess, did you get your mandatory eight hours of beauty sleep?" Sebastian buried his nose in Kurt's hair near the back of his ear, they swayed slightly, the heat radiating off of Sebastian's skin felt like it was burning him. Kurt struggled to keep his voice from shaking.
"No actually, see my annoying roommates decided it be a fun idea to spend the night moving furniture along the thin wall that separates us," Kurt replied, his words laced with sarcasm, Sebastian raised one hand from where it was resting and placed it on Kurt's forehead.
"No, no temperature, you eye-fucked the coffee machine this morning as usual," Sebastian stated, burying his face into the crook of Kurt's neck. "You feel normal, if I'm not mistake you haven't turned into a-" Kurt elbowed Sebastian and attempted to move away.
"Now that we've established and tested this, there's no reason you can't hang out with me and Blainers after dark," Sebastian pointed out, Kurt swallowed around the lump that was forming in his throat, he needed to get away before Sebastian noticed his problem.
The bedroom door opened, revealing the third, final and very tired looking member of their swanky New York apartment. Shirtless and running a hand through his unruly curls (jeez, what was with those two and walking around underdressed, not that he was complaining; or judging since he wasn't wearing one either, but he had a reason! It's not exactly comfortable wearing a come stained shirt . . . )
"Are we making a Kurt sandwich?" Blaine's face broke out into a dazzling smile, his words snapping Kurt out of his inner appreciation of Blaine's stomach muscles. Sebastian twisted them around so there bodies were facing Blaine as he bolted over to them.
Shit! Sebastian might not have noticed but Blaine certainly will! Dead puppies, dead puppies, dead kittens, Finn's orgasm face . . .
Kurt placed his half empty coffee mug on the kitchen counter just in time as Blaine crashed into them, wrapping his arms around Kurt and Sebastian and nuzzling Kurt's shoulder, Sebastian's arms were trapped between them awkwardly, pressing painfully into Kurt's ribs and waist.
"Bas, move your arms," Blaine grumbled before Kurt could speak up.
"I can't, Theia has collided with the Earth."
"Are you saying I'm the size of the moon?" Kurt asked, his voice screaming danger, danger that Sebastian apparently missed.
"No, no honey no," Sebastian quickly reassured, slipping his arms out from between them and stroking Kurt's hips with his thumbs. "I'm saying you're the size of the earth." Sebastian jumped back quickly, cackling madly. The only reason Kurt didn't chase after him and smack him upside the head was Blaine wrapping his arms around his waist and snuggling impossibly closer.
He shot him a death glare instead.
"I call first shower; you're both free to join me if you feel so inclined," He winked as he disappeared into his bedroom.
Kurt rolled his eyes, squeezing Blaine tightly before pulled back and drinking the rest of his now disgusting room temperature coffee. He glanced over at the oven clock, his blood running cold in his veins.
He had an interview at eight that could either make or break his fashion career.
It was currently quarter to eight.
Cursing loudly he rush back to his room, thankful that he'd had his outfit prepared for days. He did a rushed, severely cut down version of his morning routine; repeating the words 'I'm late', 'my life is over', and throwing his hair brush at Blaine for singing I'm late from Alice in Wonderland. He was out the door, attempting in vain to tie up his bitch boots and run simultaneously.
Kurt took a deep breath as he slumped down against the taxi seat, raising an apologetic hand to the lady who he stole it from.
His phone went off in his pocket, Sebastian's smirking face flashing across the screen.
"You're not wearing sock," He sung, Kurt could hear Blaine moving around, a tell-tale sign he was on speakerphone.
"How could you possible know that?" Kurt demanded, wriggling his toes and scowling when Sebastian turned out to be right . . . that would explain why his boots just didn't want to go on earlier.
"They're still on your bed, I also couldn't help noticing you're still wearing the same underwear, do we need to go over the basic rules of hygiene, Kurt?" Kurt could practically see the way Sebastian was no doubt smirking like the little meerkat he is.
"Who says I was wearing underwear this morning?" Kurt replied without thinking "Or now." . . . Could this be considered flirting?
He could hear Sebastian's sharp intake of breath along with the small crashing sounds of plates crashing together. Fuck. He's overstepped his boundaries. Oh god!
"Why were you in my room anyway?" Kurt asked, praying they'd ignore his thoughtless comment.
"I was looking for your dirty little secrets," Sebastian spoke up after a few more moments of silence "Always good to have black mail material for backup."
"Uh-huh, well you're not going to find anything," Kurt smiled.
"Is that a challenge, Hummel?" Blaine's voice cut in.
"No, don't go through my stuff!" Kurt all but yelled at them, not missing the snickering.
"Why, what are you hiding from us princess?" Sebastian asked curiously.
"Nothing," Kurt insisted, "I just don't want you going through my stuff."
"Kurties got a secret," Blaine stage whispered, his voice growing louder and the unmistakable sound of a kiss filled Kurt's eardrum. He hated how alone he felt in that moment.
He was being stupid. He shouldn't be feeling like this about his two best friends, he had a boyfriend dammit!
"Oh hey," Kurt spoke up, ignoring the sarcastic 'hey' he received in reply, "don't forget Steven is coming over tonight." Kurt handed the driver his money as he got out of the cab and rushed into the building, missing the momentary silence from the other end of the line.
"You promised you'd vacate the apartment," Kurt reminded them.
"Sure Kurt," Sebastian's strained voice reached his ears. "We'll make ourselves scarce."
He hung up on Kurt. Well, that was rather rude. Sebastian had sounded strained near the end there . . . were he and Blaine?
'No!' he reprimanded himself 'they're your roommates, they're dating, you can't keep thinking about how you just want to wrap them in your arms and drown in their scent.'
Seven past eight.
He was late. Hopefully they'll overlook this minor infraction, or they're running late as well, please let them be running late too.
Kurt deliberately didn't think about how, if Sebastian was in his room, that he would have seen the cum-stained shirt Kurt had chucked carelessly on the ground.