"Would it be predictable and cliché to admit that Halloween is my favorite day of the year?" Kurt asks as he watches Sebastian negotiate the lock to his apartment door with a hand covered in fake werewolf hair and long, black, artificial nails. Kurt rolls his eyes and takes the key, fitting it into the lock quickly and unlocking the door.
"Thanks, gorgeous," Sebastian slurs through false teeth, pecking a kiss carefully to Kurt's scarred cheek. Sebastian turns the knob, letting the door swing open wide, and gesturing for Kurt to enter with a gentlemanly bow and a flourish. Kurt shakes his head and laughs, bobbing a mock curtsy before skipping inside.
"I don't think so." Sebastian struggles over the words before giving up and pulling the teeth out of his mouth. He picks up three shopping bags from the floor in the hall and carries them in, shutting and locking the door behind him. "I mean, you won three costume parties at frats we weren't even invited to, and you didn't have to spend a single cent on a costume."
Kurt salutes with a look of extreme pride.
"And that, sir, is what they call the height of thrift."
Sebastian had originally balked at the idea of Kurt going out on Halloween as himself, thinking he was being cruel to his condition, and setting himself up for mockery and ridicule. But the overall effect was actually quite the opposite. While mingling among students who didn't interact with him on the day to day, people actually looked at him with awe. They complimented him, talked to him, approached him. No one flinched at his presence, or stared…or pitied him. It was strange but, so far as Sebastian knew, also the most at ease Kurt had ever been in public since they met.
Sebastian couldn't really find a reason to object.
"You have more candy here than anyone can eat in a lifetime." Sebastian takes the bags of candy into the kitchen and sets them on the island.
"Oh, I can't eat it," Kurt explains, dropping down on the couch and melting into the overstuffed cushion with a sigh. "It would ruin my flawless complexion."
Sebastian rolls his eyes as he starts to un-wolf, pulling the fake fur from his hands, face and neck carefully, wincing when Kurt's homemade skin glue catches a few strands from his eyebrow and pulls at the hair. He had long since given up trying to defend Kurt from his own self-depreciating comments, since they seemed to be a coping mechanism ingrained in his behavior for far too long for any objection of Sebastian's to have an effect.
"Nope, we wouldn't want that," Sebastian says instead, reaching into one of the bags, grabbing a bite-sized Twix bar, unwrapping it, and popping the whole bar into his mouth. He chews, moaning obscenely, with his eyes squeezed shut so tightly he doesn't see the way Kurt's head snaps around, eyes wide and hungry as he watches Sebastian's mouth work around the chocolate, following his tongue when it licks over his lips, swallowing when Sebastian finally swallows, and then whimpering quietly at the sound of satisfaction Sebastian makes.
Kurt is so focused on the way Sebastian devoured the piece of chocolate, he doesn't hear Sebastian's question.
"Uh…Kurt?" Sebastian asks curiously. "Are you okay, gorgeous?"
"Uh…yeah, I'm fine. Why?" Kurt crosses his legs in an attempt to recover, praying that his cock will quickly lose interest.
"I just asked you a question."
"R-really?" Kurt stutters. "What was it? I didn't catch it."
"What are you going to do with it all?" Sebastian repeats, reaching for another Twix. Kurt clenches his knees tighter as he sees the chocolate disappear into Sebastian's mouth, waiting for Sebastian to close his eyes again before shoving the heel of his hand into his crotch to keep his threatening hard-on at bay.
"A-actually," Kurt manages, trying to keep his voice calm and even in the face of Sebastian's almost pornographic enjoyment of the candy in his mouth, "I'm going to take most of it to the kids at the burn center. They didn't let them trick or treat around the hospital this year."
Sebastian's eyes pop open, the look on his face shifting from glee to guilt. Kurt smirks at Sebastian's childlike expression.
"Sebastian, we have more than enough. You can steal all the Twix you want."
Sebastian bounces on the balls of his feet where he stands, snatching one more chocolate bar before joining Kurt in the living room. Kurt looks at the remnants of artificial skin and fur still clinging to Sebastian's skin, along with traces of eyeliner and face makeup, and cringes.
"We'd better get the rest of that off you before you clog your pores," Kurt comments. "Did you leave the cold cream…"
"On the bathroom sink," Sebastian finishes. Kurt winks, standing from the couch with a now practiced ease. He pats Sebastian's knee as he walks by, missing the catch in Sebastian's breathing at the casual contact. Kurt shuts the door behind him the second he enters the bathroom, and turns on the faucet. He splashes his face with ice-cold water repeatedly, trying to get his entire body to settle down. He turns the water off after he accidentally inhales some, coughing and sputtering into the sink. Kurt scrutinizes his reflection in the mirror, eyes roaming over the splotchy flush of red still visible on his cheeks, the way his eyes seem so foreign and dark. He can dunk his whole head in cold water; it won't make it go away.
Kurt's been with Sebastian for two months; two amazing, wonderful, fun, exciting months. It's not like they haven't done anything – Sebastian's sofa has seen numerous heated make-out sessions, and more jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring, wet dream inducing hand-jobs than Kurt can count. Sebastian is so understanding, so patient, waiting for Kurt to be ready, slowing things down when they go too fast, sometimes saving Kurt from himself. So how should he go about opening the flood gates to the one thing that he put a halt to for so long?
How should he tell Sebastian he's ready now?
"Kurt? Babe? Are you okay?" Sebastian calls from the living room.
Kurt scans the bathroom sink and finds the white tub cold cream, and an unopened package wedge-shaped cosmetic sponges.
"Yup. I was just…washing my hands," Kurt calls back, quickly washing his hands to save face. He doesn't want to lie to Sebastian, and in Kurt's mind even little white lies count.
Kurt steps into the living with the cold cream and the wedges in his hands. Sebastian is sitting on the sofa, arms out to his sides, head reclined, eyes shut; the picture of complete and utter relaxation.
"Well, you look like you're ready to call it a night," Kurt observes.
Sebastian hears Kurt's voice, hears him approach the couch and smiles, patting his thighs with his hands, a silent request for Kurt to sit on his lap.
"Not without you," Sebastian murmurs. Kurt kicks off his shoes and socks and climbs onto Sebastian's lap, straddling his legs, facing him. Kurt screws the cap off the cold cream while he stares at his boyfriend's face - a mess of smeared and half-torn prosthetic makeup, yet still gorgeous as ever.
"This might be a little cold," Kurt whispers. He uses his finger to scoop out a portion of the thick cream and starts applying it to Sebastian's face. Sebastian sucks in a quick breath at the chill, but relaxes beneath Kurt's fingers, letting his own hands creep up over Kurt's thighs where their legs touch.
"But it feels good," Sebastian sighs, hands traveling up Kurt's legs to his hips, and then splaying out to move slowly over his ass. Kurt stops breathing at Sebastian's touch, the way he always does, afraid that a wrong move would break the spell and Kurt would find himself alone, waking from a vivid dream, even after all this time.
"Does it?" Kurt asks, his voice shivering slightly. He uses a wedge to carefully remove traces of makeup from around Sebastian's mouth and eyes.
"Mm-hmm," Sebastian hums, sneaking his hands beneath Kurt's t-shirt to gently caress his torso, one hand running smoothly up and down flawless skin, the other tracing the lines and ridges of his scar. Kurt always imagined that having someone touch his scar would disgust him, but Sebastian's nonchalance, his cavalier attitude, makes it soothing. Kurt longs for Sebastian's touch. Kurt's whole body tingles, his quietly simmering hard-on returning with a vengeance. Unconsciously, he tightens his legs, and Sebastian smiles at the feeling of Kurt's lithe, muscular legs clamping around him.
"Kurt…" Sebastian takes the pot of cold cream out of Kurt's hand and sets it on the couch. He grabs Kurt's free hand and brings it to his lips, kissing across his fingertips. "Would it be predictable and cliché to admit that I really want you?"
Kurt's hand wiping Sebastian's face stops. He watches Sebastian's lips play across his fingers, suddenly imagining those lips dancing over other, more intimate places, and he swallows hard. Everything becomes tight and uncomfortable – his legs clenching around Sebastian's lap, the button fly of his jeans digging into his aching cock, his chest where his heart swells against his ribcage. Sebastian's eyelids flutter open and Kurt can see Sebastian's eyes, just as dark as he knows his own still look.
"I…I'm not trying to rush you, Kurt," Sebastian amends, his voice shaky and unsure. "I just…I want to be honest with you."
Kurt cleans the last of the makeup off Sebastian's face and tosses the stained sponge into a nearby trash can.
"I know," Kurt says with a coy grin. "I do, too. That's why I have to tell you…I wasn't really taking all that time in the bathroom washing my hands."
"You weren't?" Sebastian raises an eyebrow and presses Kurt's captured fingers to his lips again.
"No," Kurt admits, shaking his head.
"Then, what were you doing?" Sebastian's words against Kurt's skin tickle his spine in the most delicious way.
"I was actually trying to figure out a way of telling you how much I want you, too."
Sebastian's smile reaches his eyes and lights up his entire face.
"Are you…are you telling me…"
"Yes, Sebastian," Kurt says, rolling his eyes fondly. "I'm ready. I want to have sex with my gorgeous boyfriend."
"Good." Sebastian sits up to grab Kurt around the waist, and then in one fluid motion, stands up from the sofa with Kurt's legs wrapped around his hips, "because I want to have sex with my gorgeous boyfriend, too."
