A/N: Hello!
Before I started writing this story, I've probably never thought I'd ever write a boypussy. Despite this, I just loved the idea of writing bp!Sebastian because is more rare and well, I was curious. So I gave it a try. Seeing the nature full prompt I thought it was coming out more as a oneshot, but I rather got 10 parts of it, probably because I've also enjoyed the stepbrother part of it. I hope you enjoy this and remember, I've already written and published 9/10 in Italian, so I just have to translate them. The story is unlikely to stay incomplete.
The title of the fic is from Britney Spears's song, Seal it with a kiss.
Ship: Kurt/Sebastian (Kurtbastian)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Burt and Sebastian's mother are about to get married. Kurt and Sebastian hate each other but Kurt pushes Sebastian into trying and making things better for the sake of their family. However, it looks like Sebastian has a secret he's hiding carefully. (written for a prompt atgkm).
Warnings: Bp!Sebastian, masturbation, oralsex, stepbrothers.
If you don't like boypussy or it sounds too weird to you, I beg you no to read this. Fan fictions weren't created to make people uncomfortable with what they read, so I don't want it to be the case, thank you very much.
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Part 1
Kurt can't stand him.
He has always hated Sebastian Smythe, from the very first moment he has seen him at high school. He is very unpleasant as a person: he is vain, arrogant and he can't help but bring out his ridiculous ironic lines and jokes even in the worst moments and situations.
Also, if that hadn't been enough to make him look like the bitch he is, as soon as he stepped into McKinley, he has decided that Kurt is his favorite victim. He has a few more, but he is cocky to them only when Kurt isn't around and he needs someone else to torture to spend his time.
In the beginning, Kurt used to play his game, he firmly answers his stupid lines, but he got fast bored, especially because of the fact that Sebastian's lines were all almost focused on the same subject (Kurt's doubtfully male voice, clothes and whatever thing made Kurt look like a girl instead of a boy to him) and Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to waste his precious time on that.
Many times he wondered if Sebastian has gone through something very traumatic that made him the terrible person he was.
Other times then, he is simply convinced of the fact that Sebastian is a jerk, no need for further explanations.
He is still undecided about the two choices though, because they both seem very realistic to him.
So, he just stopped wondering about it because he has decided that the best way to survive his school days is ignoring him and pretending that Sebastian Smythe doesn't even exist.
His strategy has revealed quite efficient.
Every time he sees Sebastian coming out of the hallway, he simply walks through the first door he catches and he disappears, running away from his verbal tortures and it almost works, so much that Kurt has even thought he might have considered Sebastian as a little more pleasant.
He's almost forgot how cruel he is, given the fact that he hasn't talked to him in a while.
Unluckily for Kurt, destiny has decided to be quite a jerk too, catching him into a trap with no way to run.
/
Today has begun in the most ordinary way and, saddest thing, Kurt hasn't been able to find a door to escape, so he's found himself in front of Sebastian that is smirking as usual, right before his eyes.
"Good morning, Lady Hummel." He says ironically, also giving him a fake but elegant bow.
Kurt gives back an annoyed face because his perfect strategy has a disadvantage: since he has started avoiding Sebastian's tortures, he is also a little unprepared and he can't stand the idea that Sebastian could, eventually, shut him up because of that.
"Sebastian, I have bigger fish to fry." He answers, but there isn't even a true word among those and he feels so ashamed for trying to escape so clearly, avoiding the confrontation. "I've got no time to waste on you and your ridiculous repetitive lines."
Sebastian gives him a weird face too while Kurt steps forward to walk by the hallway, hoping that he can leave him behind.
Hummel hears soon the sound of Sebastian's steps behind his back and realizes that Smythe isn't going to let him have the last word, no matter how silly and vain it sounds.
"Your precious Nosechel needs a manicure?" He asks, while Kurt is trying not to sigh out loud through the hallways.
There is something so wrong about the whole thing: if Sebastian does hate him that much and thinks all those terrible things about him, why would he still walk behind him like he is his shadow, following Kurt no matter where?
It's a curse, almost like Sebastian enjoys so much making fun of Kurt that he can't breathe without it.
"No, that's not the point. I should study, have lessons, you know all of those things normal students do instead of walking behind others to mock them, wasting their precious breaths." He answers, before turning to him. "Oh, sorry, I've almost thought for a second that your breath could be precious!"
Sebastian, though, is simply smirking, almost satisfied by the fact that Kurt has reacted.
And Kurt realizes he has fallen: he has spent days and days avoiding his provocations, and now he has given up and can't force himself to shut up. He has lost all of his lovely peace.
Damned high school doors.
Before Sebastian can even speak again and make things worse, Kurt decides he needs to avoid that.
"Okay, listen," Kurt says, lifting an hand and almost closing his eyes, before he can take his fingers on his own forehead; Sebastian, arms crossed to his chest, is getting cockier and cockier, "I won't stay here and waste my precious time – yup, mine is precious – on your stalking activity. I've got tired of this and I just want you to leave me alone."
When he opens his eyes though he understands fast that anything he has said has been vain. Sebastian is still smirking, as usual, and he doesn't look like he is about to change the look on his face because of that request.
So Kurt can't help but sigh and roll his eyes to the ceiling.
"Will you torture me forever?" He asks, resigned.
Sebastian tilts his head on one side, stretching his neck, and then on the other side, repeating the motion.
"Until it's funny."
Kurt smiles at that because he realizes that the only thing he needs is to make the whole thing boring. He knew he can do the best to get Sebastian bored; he has absolutely no doubts about it.
But he doesn't know yet that he is going to find out there is actually no way of making those conversations boring, so he's gonna give up on that and focus on surviving the fact that the torture would have lasted until the end of high school, at least.
At least, this is what he was thinking before that day came.
/
Kurt is completely relaxed upon the coach, watching the latest fashion show on RealTime and getting more and more asleep as the minutes pass by.
At the ends of the week, when he succeeds in escaping school-stress – also, Sebastian-stress -, he likes to give himself some Hummels' relax and comfort.
Also, this weekend isn't quite different from the others, not until Kurt heard somebody knocking on the door and has to pull off of that relaxed and warm position to go and open the door.
He walks through the hallway, staggering, since he has been disturbed almost at the end as he was about to miss the last two dresses to give up and sleep to regenerate his body from the strain caused by the previous days.
He lifts on the tip of his toes to look though the high little door-hole and, when doesn't recognize the person he is barely seeing, he pulls a hand though his hair to fix it. He hates how naked he feels in front of people if his hair is in a mess like this.
When he wisely gives up on that – he isn't succeeding and his hair isn't helping -, he leans a hand on the door-handle and pulls it off.
He opens the door and then, he is 100% sure he has never seen this woman before.
Light brown soft hair are covering the sides of her chest in waves, surrounding her face, and hypnotic green eyes are staring at him, almost studying Kurt's reaction. She is quite tall, well dressed, expensive jewels (Kurt can clearly see that they belong to original collections and even rare ones) and high heels.
Only when he has realized how much he has studied her back, even unkindly, he looks up to her face again. Luckily, she is wearing a friendly shining smile.
"You must be Kurt." She says, leaning a hand.
Kurt intuitively lifts an eyebrow before he can realize that's quite unkind too. Not that he is used to guests at home, but that woman doesn't look dangerous.
"Marie." She says, almost showing him her hand.
Kurt then decides to grab it, leaning on just a little beyond the porch. He wants to ask her how can she know who he is but he decides to pull out a politer question.
Also, he can't suspect about a women having a French name. It's beyond all the laws Kurt Hummel has always believed into.
"Can I … help you?" He asks, hesitating, because he isn't used to see high class women knocking at his door.
The woman, Marie, smiles again but she nods. "I'm searching for Burt, is he home?"
There is something so weird in this sentence.
It takes Kurt a few seconds to realize that, actually the sentence is okay. It sounds a little weird because he hadn't heard the name of his father coming out the smiling mouth of a woman for so long. It's strange, he has to admit that, but maybe he is overthinking and the woman is just asking for her car in the wrong place.
"He should be down at the shop," he answers then, nodding towards the end of the road, "overtime hours. Terrible weekend, I suppose."
The woman before his eyes looks really sorry for that and Kurt understands immediately that there is something.
Not that he minds, he isn't one of those kids who don't want to see their father with a different woman, after their mother's death; he just didn't expect it would have happened so suddenly.
"Oh … then, I don't want to bother while he's working. I know he's so serious at that and I don't want to interrupt." She answers, forcing a smile, but Kurt can notice she is truly sad about the fact the his father isn't there.
This face and the tone of her voice are enough to convince him that she is really into his father and all she wants is to spend a little time with him, without any further reasons. She has passed Kurt's exam so she is welcome.
Maybe she has a cool hot teenage son hidden somewhere, also because she can't mislead Kurt with perfectly dyed hair and that trim skin: she isn't that young.
"Do you want to come in?" He asks then, moving from the porch and showing her the inside of the house in an invitation.
The woman looks a little lost, almost as if she isn't waiting for that immediate kindness and she is surprised to get all of that trust so soon.
She hesitates, shy smile on her face, before she can decide and step forward until she is walking through the hallway. She turns to Kurt, wondering face, and the boy nods towards the kitchen.
The woman nods too and she walks to the kitchen, looking down at the floor.
For some weird reason, something on Marie's face – he hasn't decided what yet – has made her look cocky to his eyes, but he's clearly wrong.
He follows her, after he has closed the door behind his back, and notices that the woman, Marie, is still standing, in the kitchen, almost as if she is waiting for Kurt to give her his permission to sit.
"Please, take a seat," Kurt says then, watching her moving the chair, "can I … make you coffee?" He asks, a little doubtful.
The woman smiles again – even sweeter than she has been in front of the main door – and shakes her head.
"Tea, maybe."
Kurt can't help but smile at the request because a person preferring tea, British style, is certainly fascinating to him.
"Of course." He answers fast, stepping towards the cupboard to search for the tea bags.
Marie stays in silence for a few minutes.
Kurt starts to get anxious then because he doesn't want silence to come in right when he is thinking about how lovely the woman is, searching for his father so hard to knock on the door the Hummels.
He pulls out the kettle and fills it, a little nervously.
What is he supposed to say? His father hasn't dated women for eyes and the only mothering figure Kurt has dealt with is his mother, but too many years have passed, he can't use it as an example of how to behave, he was just a kid back then. It's not like he can use the same time of conversations he used to fill the silence with his mom.
Luckily, it changes sooner that he would expect.
"Your dad talks about you a lot …" the woman says shyly.
Kurt turns to her, confused.
She is being very sweet: smiling embarrassed, her low and weak voice coming out her mouth hesitantly. Still, Kurt is sure he has seen her smirking on the porch, so he has thought she is able to handle a conversation with the son of the man she is dating without being embarrassed.
"Does he?" Kurt asks, not even knowing how to make the conversation work properly, "and … does he talk about me in a good way or …?" He asks ironically and it seems to work since the woman is smiling more naturally.
"So good." She answers, nodding. "He really loves you; obviously, any good parent loves his children."
Then, Kurt can't keep it. The hope of having a sexy stepbrother who might walk around the house half naked tempts him too much and wins over the discretion of chatting with strangers about their personal facts.
"Do you have any child?" He asks, probably eyes lightning with hope, so much that Marie's smile brightens too.
"Yes, I do have one child," she answers, tapping her fingers upon the table, "I think you might be as old as he is."
Perfect.
Things are suddenly starting to sound perfectly okay (and Kurt even feels a little guilty at that thought).
"Really?" He asks again, maybe too much enthusiasm showing out from the tone of his voice.
He can't help but notice that something weird appears on the woman's face at the question: he can't identify the expression, he isn't able to tell what it means exactly, but he thinks that it could something about her son that makes her hesitant even while only mentioning him.
It would have been really unkind to try and find an interest in what this might be about, just like asking too many interested question about her son.
After a few minutes of silence, the woman nods, almost as if she has resurrected from a state of meditation and Kurt can't help but finding it weird.
"Yes," she adds, as if the movement of her head hadn't been enough to make it clear, "he is a wonderful boy, really."
Kurt has no idea why the woman looks like she needed to specify that, but that information is quite interesting for him. He has to bite the inside of his mouth because he is already thinking about asking her a thousand questions about his new stepbrother.
"Can I … ask you something?" The woman's shy voice helps him out.
Kurt smiles kindly, while he is leaning to reach two medium cups from the cupboard.
"Whatever you wish." He answers, while he is trying not make the tea drop from the kettle, pouring it into the cups.
"Are you gay?"
Kurt can't help the way his head turns fast to her, even though it looks like a rushed reaction. He isn't really scared by the question (because he is proudly out), he wasn't simply expecting the woman might asked.
"I'm gay."
Several seconds of silence happen, but then the woman just smiles naturally once again. Kurt wonders why because she shouldn't have been happy about it if she has a soon, right? Maybe she is simply tolerant, but it is hard to think that she might want to find her son a boyfriend.
"Bien." She answers in French and then Kurt decides that she is too much of an amazing woman and she deserved all of his respect and sympathies.
/
They don't even realize they've been spending at least twenty minutes chatting about many different things.
After they have passed over the initial shyness, Kurt has found out Marie and him hit it off amazingly, they have an affinity he hasn't shared with anybody in such a long time.
They've talked about colors and furniture, discussing lively about how it can affect the guests, and the talk has simply started when Marie has commented on how gorgeous the windows of the Hummels' house look.
Then, they've talked about fashion, hair, jackets, dresses, accessories, and Marie has even sought for Kurt's advice because, according to her, Kurt must be a Guru of Fashion because 'you look gorgeous and elegant even in this home outfit, and that apron … is it yours? It's so cute!' (how could Kurt ever not love her?).
In the end, surprisingly, they have switched to the topic 'boys' with no embarrassment at all. Kurt's classified her as one on those people who have no problems in dealing with the sexuality of the person that is standing in front of them and don't judge anything.
Kurt has already decided that that woman is totally perfect for his father (well, actually she is perfect for him and his shopping afternoons), so time has come to deal with private issues, to meet the woman behind the passions.
"What's your son's name again?" Kurt asks and he can't help but smile, because it is so silly of him to ask about it with such an interest after he has practically claimed his own homosexuality in front of Marie.
"Didn't say it …" She answers and she clearly is about to tell when something interrupts them.
Kurt perfectly knows the sound, so he tries to catch the letter on Marie's mouth, the one she was about to pronounce right before she's stopped, but she has already turned to the door of the kitchen. And then his father comes out.
"Dad!" Kurt comments because, sure, he is happy to see him but he also knows that Burt could have chosen a better moment to come back home.
The scene that is right before Burt's eyes makes his eyebrows arch: his son and Marie are sitting at opposite sides of the table, but they look quite relaxed and spontaneous, calm and smiling.
For a second, he felt guilty because he could have told his son about that relationship, but he was afraid that, despite the fact that years has gone by, Kurt wouldn't be ready to see his father dating another woman.
"Kurt," Burt says, leaning the keys upon the little furniture and stepping into the room, "she is …"
"Marie!" Kurt interrupts fast, with a shining smile on his face. "We've already met!"
Kurt can clearly see the relief upon his dad's face maybe because he has imagined that Kurt could accuse him of cheating on his mother's soul or something. He realizes that it's a stupid worry because he knows his son is mature enough to understand.
"Oh …" He comments and Kurt sees him walking towards Marie until he puts his hands on her shoulders. "Then, I think there's something you might wanna know …"
Kurt's eyebrow lifts in a spontaneous movement, too spontaneous to be avoided.
"Like what?" He asks and then he sees them looking at each other in complicity. Then they both turn to him.
"We're gonna get married."
Burt stands hesitantly, holding his breath because he is totally scared about Kurt's possible reaction to such an unexpected announcement: they have been living alone for years and Burt can't help but think that he has been selfish not to tell Kurt anything about the woman he wants to marry until that moment.
Kurt simply claps his hands, even a little euphoric.
"That is awesome!" He answers, spontaneously happy, both for his father and his afternoons of A-class shopping. "When?"
"In a month."
Oh.
Of course Kurt has imagined a little more time for that also because if Marie hadn't knocked to his door that day, he wouldn't know about her yet. He can't help but wonder why his dad is keeping him away from the preparations: he is a great wedding planner.
But Kurt needs to convince himself that it doesn't matter: his dad is getting married again, he's going to have a woman on his side, and he's not going to be alone with his son anymore. Maybe he would have kept his dream about planning Burt's marriage apart from his father's happiness because this choice can really change their lives.
"Okay." He answers and he sees his dad sigh in relief. "Are we living here or-"
"No," Burt answers fast, finally sitting there, "we'll live in their estate."
That sounds good: his dad is happy, the woman has an estate, how can Kurt go against the wedding? Everything is so perfect.
"My son will be so happy to share a little space with someone," Marie says, looking at Burt and then switching to Kurt, a constant smile on her face, "he could really need living with two lovely people as you. It'll make him a better person himself."
"Why are you saying this?" Burt asks fast, looking at her. "I'm quite sure you really exaggerate about him and he just has a little weird temper."
The woman doesn't look convinced at these words and she rolls her eyes before she can answer; and Kurt wouldn't have loved the answer.
"Sebastian isn't really what you call a good person lately," Marie explains, wrinkling her lips, "I wonder where has my sweet innocent baby gone …"
But Kurt's mind is already disconnected.
He wants to think that it's a casualty, homonymy or something, and that he is really starting to over-think because he can't be so unlucky, seriously.
Sadly, he is also quite aware about the fact that karma doesn't pay back him much lately, so it wouldn't surprise him to find out that he would have been forced to spend his days with that Sebastian.
The thought alone makes him shiver.
"Did … did I say something wrong?" Marie asks but Kurt can't answers because he is thinking too hard: suddenly he has realized he knows this smirk, these green and wit eyes … how could he even not notice such an evident similarity?
Nothing would have changed though; he can't keep his father from marrying the woman he is in love with anyway, not even for such a good reason because Kurt only wants him to be happy.
"No way." He answers then, wearing a smile. "Everything's just fine, I … I was just thinking about it! I can't wait to see what you're going to wear!"
Marie suddenly looks more comfortable again (Kurt also notices the change of look on his father's face) and smiles back at Kurt.
"Could need a help with that."
These words are enough to convince Kurt: Sebastian or not, Burt needs to marry this woman.
/
It has been so hard in the begging.
Marie and Sebastian have moved to their place a few days after they met, almost as if Burt has been waiting only for Kurt to find out to get things started (Kurt appreciates that because he knows that his father could have thought about his future marriage and don't care about what Kurt might think about it).
At the end of the month, after the marriage, they're going to move to the Smythes' estate.
He can't help but notice that Sebastian is trying not to talk to him, but he can see it in his eyes that he doesn't like the situation, just like him. Kurt at least tries to hide it and seem enthusiastic about Burt and Marie's projects because he is happy about them.
We they have meals, Sebastian is silent for most of the time and Kurt can't help but think, because of the looks he is sending him through the table, that he is doing that only because if he opens his mouth, he won't be able to control the stream of insults coming out from it.
Actually, Kurt has realized they haven't spoken up spontaneously not even once since they've been in this house together. It's always because of Burt and Marie if they get involved into some conversations and that makes Kurt understand that their parent might have found out about the fact that they don't like each other a lot.
He can have told his dad about the fact that the boy living with them is the one mocking him every day, insulting him with words Kurt even has to give back, but he is so happy about his father and he can't obstruct the marriage; yes, he knows Burt wouldn't accept such a behavior with his son.
So he realizes Sebastian and him would have gone one, ignoring one another until they died, even though there are things he would have even wanted to talk to him about, to get to know him.
He is too curious.
There is something – he doesn't know what – that Sebastian and his mother are carefully guarding, hiding it through looks, coughs, sighs, signals that Burt never notices, but Kurt is the chattiest of them all, so he can't ignore it.
He is intrigued because if there is a secret Sebastian and his mother are protecting, he wants to know to use it against him.
Unluckily, his curiosity is going to win as always and he would have soon crossed the invisible line he has created about not talking to Sebastian.
/
"Sebastian?" He calls him out, staring at the way his future step-brother turns at him and nods, wearing his confident smirk, maybe because he is ready to get started with teasing him.
It doesn't happen though: Sebastian only gives him a face and turns to stare back at the street, while he is sitting outside the porch of the Hummels' house.
Kurt ignores the fact that Sebastian is clearly snubbing him and he sits beside him, noticing Sebastian's annoyed face at that.
"We should talk about this thing and-"
"Just as if I wasn't totally disgusted by the thought alone of living with you." Sebastian cuts him up, not even looking at him.
Kurt rolls his eyes and decides to move towards Sebastian's chair, putting his hand on the other boy's arm, making him start. He wants to feel proud about the fact that he is trying to talk to somebody he hates just because he wants to make his dad happy, but the truth is that Kurt isn't so worthy: days are passing and he is getting more and more curious, he needs to understand the looks, the ambiguous conversations, every single thing; he wants to know what is happening and he needs to gain his enemy's trust to do that.
Although he has started, Sebastian is still focused on the cars passing through the boulevard, arms still resting on the arms of the chair and hands on his lap.
"Look, Sebastian," he tries again with a serious tone (he is a great actor, he is worthy for that at least), "I know we don't agree on anything and you're probably going to ask me why I don't have a vagina instead of a penis, but-"
Kurt is suddenly surprised by the cold look Sebastian is giving to him because he has turned fast and surprised. He has no idea what he has said because it would have totally been a perfect Sebastian Smythe line.
He swallows and he decides he has to go on, no matter how hard Sebastian is looking at him, making him shiver.
"But," he continues hesitating, "I really care about my dad and I know you care about your mom. So, if you wanna go on and ignore me or insult me, whatever you want, I'm okay with it. Just, please, can we pretend like we love each other in front of our parents?"
Sebastian hesitates too and Kurt can clearly hearing him breathe while thinking about the suggestion.
Even though he is thinking, his silence lasts more and he can't answer kindly so Kurt thought that he is trying to avoid one of his terrible replies at least. Which is already good.
"It'd be hard for me too, you know? Every time I see you, I just want to tease you and-"
"Shut up, Kurt." Sebastian says and Kurt's lips close in that very moment, while the other boy is looking at him in a little less annoyed way. "I know. I perfectly know. Didn't you notice how much I'm trying hard not to set fire to all your terrible clothes for the sake of this house?" Kurt hesitates again and winces because his clothes aren't terrible, not at all. "I'm really trying. Seriously."
"Okay," Kurt answers soon, realizing that he is still holding Sebastian's arm tight, "but it's not showing: okay, you aren't setting fire to my clothes, but I don't think it's good for us to have dinner in silence or-"
"I'm trying." Sebastian fights back, nodding at him. "It's not my fault that you're so irritating."
Kurt looks down and swallows again, this time because he is still wondering if there are actually any ways to get it right or if they're doomed to have silent dinners for eternity.
There is a little voice into his mind suggesting secretsecretsecret but, for once, Kurt tries not to listen to it: he really cares about his dad's new relationship and he doesn't want to damage it because of his owns with Sebastian. Burt and Marie already look so happy together but Kurt knows they won't be happy for real if their sons don't change their attitude towards each other.
"I wouldn't do that though."
Sebastian's voice breaks that silence violently.
Kurt tries to play back into his mind their conversation because all of a sudden he has no idea what Sebastian is talking about. Does he mean he wouldn't talk to him anyway? He wouldn't make efforts for that?
"What?" Kurt asks when his mind gives up and realizes that he can't understand what the hell is going through Sebastian's mind. "What wouldn't you do?"
Sebastian breathes hard again and Kurt can't help but wonder if that's a gesture of nerves, one of those twitches that should make him realize that Sebastian is a little upset or maybe vulnerable and exposed.
He dilly-dallies a few seconds more.
"I'm not going to ask you the reason why you don't have a vagina." He says and Kurt is totally shocked while he noticed that Sebastian isn't wearing his usual smirk. "I wouldn't do that."
He lets his mouth drop wide open because he has no idea what can push Sebastian not to tease him with something like that. Okay, it is a little more that his usual insult on his girly dresses, but the main idea is that.
Once again, he feels like something is missing to his puzzle and he arches his eyebrows while thinking.
As soon as he does that though, Sebastian speaks again, almost as if he'd wanted to stop his stream of thoughts.
"Now that we're living together," he makes clear but Kurt feels like it's forced, only to speak and break the silence again, "I would have done that before. Now it'd be a little too much, considering that we live in the same house."
He would want to ask him what is happening, what his mother and him are saying to each other with their eyes but he thinks that would ruin any chance he has to improve their relationship.
"I'll try not to get undressed in front of you," Sebastian is continuing, smirking now, "I know you wouldn't resist me and our parents could get a heart attack if they find out; they should be careful when they step into our rooms."
Kurt focused on the fact that Sebastian has started smirking again after several minutes: he is sure about the fact that it is the first time, since he has met him that such a long time is passing from one smirk to another. Anyway, his attention is brought to what he has said because, well, it is a little upsetting for sure.
"I would resist, don't worry about it." He answers and feels like Sebastian is thinking that it would be okay if Kurt would want to lean his hands on him. "And I don't think they should worry about it neither. It's pretty clear to both of them how much we dislike each other."
Sebastian looks at him again and Kurt has no idea if he is happy or not with seeing that ironic face again: it means that there is nothing weird coming in between them, and they're KurtAndSebastian again; on the other hand though, it clearly means that Kurt hasn't been able to create something different who can help him satisfying his curiosity.
"Kurt, Kurt," Sebastian mocks him, lifting his chin to make a perfect impression of Kurt's judging face, "I'm so disappointed in you: it's clear that they should be careful when they enter your room only because of the risk of a hand-job show."
Kurt lifts his eyebrows, but he can't keep from laughing.
"Really?" He asks, putting his elbow on the chair and his chin on his hand, acting as if he is curious about it.
"They'd find you touching yourself, jerking off and whispering my name, and I don't think that'd be a good thing for a parent to see, anyway."
Kurt comes out with an amused face.
"Your ego is so unlimited, more than whatever is on this planet. You know that, right?" He asks, lifting his eyebrow again and staring at Sebastian who is smiling.
In this moment, after these stupid lines, Kurt is sure about the fact that it does change something between them and tension is a little gone.
He isn't sure about how he feel though: he is happy that he has made it better because that means making the air into their house more breathable when they are in the same room and so, it's going to make his dad happy; but still, he is also a little sad and selfishly unhappy because he hasn't find out anything about that famous mysterious language Sebastian and his mother are using to communicate.
He has reached half of his goal, so he is also feeling half defeated; plus, Sebastian is looking back at the street, so he can't try to open up the conversation again because it would have seemed forced and unnatural, nothing like the usual nonchalance Kurt is practicing to use to get the topic where he wants without making Sebastian suspicious.
He sighs mentally, trying not to do that out loud, and he follows Sebastian's gaze towards the street, convincing himself about the fact that he has already gone so far all at once.
He's one step closer.