Title: As my life turns
Author: Itskara
Rating: M
Pairing: Kurtbastian
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters! This story is based on film Pretty Women, with some changes =D
Relations: Sebastian – 23 yo business man from the rich family
Nick – 22 yo Sebastian's best and maybe only friend
Hunter – 23 yo known man, important and rich man, his family works with the Smythes
Christopher – 19 yo, Sebastian's younger brother
Kurt – 21 yo, bitchy prostitute with PAST
Jeff – 22 yo, Kurt's room-mate and one of his friend, drug addicted
Smythe was a highly prized and important name not only in Ohio, America, but around the world. Born into a rich family, Sebastian Smythe had always lived a life of privilege and prosperity, growing up to inherit his family's business as an investor of many sorts. Unfortunately, word within the business world swore Sebastian would never be as great as his father was, due to constantly mixing his „funny business" with BUSINESS.
Simply put, Sebastian was highly untamed and he delights in one-night stands, quite often.
"Sebastian! Seb, you can't just leave-"
"I can, and I am," Sebastian replied gruffly, not breaking stride as he walked out of the meeting hall. Nick, Sebastian's right-hand-man, was right on his heels, protesting in relish.
"But Hunter isn't even here yet! You need this deal-"
"Too bad one of his business partners already bored me to death, huh?" Sebastian interrupted again, stopping on the edge of the curb and looking this way and that.
"I know you get uninterested easily, I really do. But this is a very wrong decision. Clarington is not a patient man, you know this!" Nick exclaimed, slapping his hands together as if he were praying, "Please don't go yet. Your limo is in the back of all the cars here anyway; you won't be able to leave!"
"Then give me your keys," Sebastian spoke promptly, turning to him and holding his hand out expectantly. Nick's jaw dropped.
"M- my car? Seb, do you know how to get back to the hotel?"
"Yes. Now give me your keys," Sebastian responded impatiently, flexing the fingers on his outstretched hand.
"Bu-"
"I will fire you," Sebastian threatened, smirking. Nick gulped and gave in rather reluctantly, shoving his hand in his pocket and resurfacing it with a silver key. Sebastian snatched it from his hands, and started walking down the rows of cars, "Where is it?"
"Right there," Nick answered, sighing, "Please reconsider this."
Sebastian slipped into the leather interior, and felt the engine roar to life when he turned the key in the ignition.
"See you tomorrow, Nicky," Shizuo bid farewell with a smirk on his face, and then sped off into the night.
Kurt Hummel had a fairly normal childhood and was raised in a middle-class family, who was his dad, because his lovin' mom died when he was eight. His life was dramatically changed, however, when he decided to come out to his dad that he loves some guy and... it didn't go well. His dad hates ‚these creatures' and he yelled at him for ‚being wrong' and ‚bringing hell to his life', with this and much more, Kurt run away with a wealthy man because he was 'in love' and this person was only one who means a lot to him. That 'love' was cut short when the man have someone else for the whole time, afraid to tell Kurt, and he got married. Kurt, too ashamed and scared to go crawling back home, tried to make it alone.
Despite the fact he was highly intelligent, it was a rough world, and no one wanted a kid with no money. Which was why, even with his attitude that sex has to mean something between to people in love, Kurt had turned to prostitution. It was a dangerous game, but Kurt played it well, and after meeting good friends and establishing a life for himself, Kurt was slowly forgetting how to live any other way, he changed so much since then. Maybe he didn't believe in love anymore, he made customers satisfied and that was his relationship with people.
One of those good friends, though, was screaming for a punch in the face at the moment.
"Hey, hey, I needed that money!" Jeff protested, arms up in defense and managing to look apologetic. Kurt's blue eyes glared fiercely at him.
"Yeah, for drugs. Jeff, you just spent our rent. I had to climb out a window so the landlord wouldn't ask me for it!" Kurt admonished, beyond irritated.
Jeff rolled his eyes and ordered another drink. The bar was packed full, and bodies were brushing past them every four seconds.
"It's my apartment anyway," Jeff replied, shrugging.
"Yeah, it's your apartment, but I need somewhere to live too," Kurt answered, sighing, "Just let me know when you want to steal my money, kay?"
"Chiiiiiiiill out," Jeff said, waving his hand in the air until his drink was placed in front of him. He took a long sip, relishing in the taste, before turning back to Kurt and pointing a finger at him, "Just go make some money tonight. Pay the landlord tomorrow morning."
"You should be the one going out tonight," Kurt said in rebuttal, but Jeff merely shook his head.
"No can do tonight. I have both drugs and alcohol in me, dude. I'm not that fucking stupid, there are sickos out there!" Jeff exclaimed, taking another sip of his drink. Kurt's top lip curled disgustingly.
"Remember, this is on you if I can't get enough money tonight," Kurt hissed before fighting his way through the throng of bodies to make it to the exit.
The clean, fresh air when he got outside was heavenly, and he breathed it in greedily. Decked in his tightest black shirt and dark-blue jeans shorts, Kurt had already been ready to make a round tonight. He just wished he didn't have the pressure of possibly not having a place to stay tomorrow if he didn't make the money.
'Stupid Jeff,' Kurt thought, walking up the street toward the livelier side of town. It was already pretty late, most others had probably already claimed their spots on the sidewalk. That knowledge just annoyed Kurt more.
The sound of a car from behind him entered his ears.
Kurt glanced behind him cautiously. He was always weary of walking the streets alone at night. Like Jeff had said, there were some 'fucking sickos.' And he was still a couple blocks away from the populated section of downtown.
He brushed his fingers over the knife in his pocket when he heard the car get closer and slow down.
Kurt turned when the car was parallel to him, and was momentarily shocked to see a shiny red corvette.
'What the hell is a fancy American car doing way out here?' Kurt couldn't help but think. He watched with rapidly growing curiosity as the window slowly rolled down.
Sebastian really didn't want to admit it, but he was one-hundred-percent lost.
How he managed to get from a bright, populated rich area to this deserted, dark part of town, well... he'd like to know that himself.
Whatever the answer was, it was pissing him off.
Irritated thoughts about the dinner party, the man who had pissed him off, and the constant reminder that his father would surely ridicule his brash move tonight slowly divested into an inner monologue of 'killkillkillkill.' Though this would cause alarm for the average person, it was a pretty common occurrence in Sebastian's mind.
He was tired; extremely so. And after driving for nearly two hours, he was ready to do anything just to be back in his penthouse suite and bundled up in silk sheets.
Stupid GPS system was completely useless to a man who was driven everywhere for most of his life.
So, that left two options.
Either stop some place and risk getting mugged or stabbed (he really didn't have high hopes for this place) or stay in the car, ultimately having a quick way out should something go wrong, and ask that one guy up ahead for directions.
Option two it was, then.
Driving closer to the man was making Sebastian have second thoughts, however.
Sebastian was rapted by those tiny shorts, but told himself to not think about his needs again, not today. A few questions and he'd be on his way.
Pressing on the break and rolling down the window, Sebastian bent down to be able to clearly see the boy. One thing was for sure, he was a pale, skinny thing.
"Excuse me? Can you give me directions to the Dayton?" Sebastian asked politely, despite his throbbing head. He watched as the boy raised a brow, walking closer to the car.
"I can," Kurt answered, bending down and resting his elbows inside the window. Kurt's lip then curled up into a smile, "For a houndred dollars."
Sebastian didn't look somehow surprised, while reaching for his wallet.
"Whatever," Sebastian growled unhappily, flipping his wallet open.
"Just went up to two-houndred," Kurt challenged, shrugging playfully when Sebastian paused and gave him a look of death, "How'd you get way out here anyway, salary man? Better watch it, this baby is going to get jumped."
Kurt patted the so-called 'baby' with his hand.
Sebastian ripped the money out of his wallet and shoved it into Kurt's chest.
"That's why I'm trying to get out of here," Sebastian reasoned, waiting for the boy to have a proper hold on the money before snapping his hand back like he didn't want to touch such an offending creature, "Now give me the directions."
Kurt pocketed the money, not making a single move to back away from the car.
"Go up two blocks, take a right, go to the fourth light, take a left, then a sharp left-"
"Whoa, whoa," Sebastian interrupted, gripping the steering wheel and sighing exasperatingly, "Don't you... know street names, or something?"
There was no way Sebastian was going to remember all those directions.
"Only know the names of the streets I work on. Want to know some of those?" Kurt asked slyly, staring at Sebastian expectantly.
Sebastian was trying hard not to flirt back, and was becoming increasingly more tired with this „right and proper" behavior. He looked over the boy again - a prostitute. Prostitutes was bellow his level, especially this poor one, he could have any guy he wants, and this definitely wouldn't score points for classiness.
Kurt was trying very hard to hold his face without emotion at the disgusted look on the brunette's face.
"... just, run those directions by me again," Sebastian finally said with a frown. Izaya was just a tad bit disappointed that his question was being ignored, but his facial expression didn't change.
"Uh uh uh," Kurt chided, waving a finger in the air and standing up straight, "Already tried to tell you and you rudely interrupted me. Good luck, mister!"
With that, Kurt gave him a small wave and started down the sidewalk.
Sebastian was left stumped once again, watching those pale legs strut down the sidewalk. When the fact he had just gave away two-houndred dollars for absolutely nothing hit him in the face, however, Sebastian quickly put the car into gear and followed after him.
"Hey you little whore!" Sebastian yelled out the window. Somewhere deep inside, he understood that calling the person you wanted help from a whore wasn't exactly the best way to go about things, but he actually was whore, so... nothing wrong, right? "You can't just walk away like that!"
Kurt sighed, folding his arms behind his back and tossing his head over his shoulder to watch the car trail after him.
"Oh, is the little rich boy used to getting his way?" Kurt taunted, loving the shocked look that overtook the brunette's face. But really, even though this was interesting and either entertaining with this brat being insulted, Kurt was still worried about being able to get enough money for the rent tomorrow. He knew the uptight bastard in this car was not interested in the least, so he just wanted to get up to the main district and look for a potential-
Wait a minute.
Kurt stopped in his tracks, swinging around and putting his hands on his hips.
"Tell you what. Twenty-five houndred dollars, and I'll show you exactly where the Dayton is," Kurt proposed.
"Twenty-five hou..!" Sebastian exploded, stepping on the brake so hard that he lurched forward a little, "It was just two-houndred!"
"Twenty-five houndred dollars or you can just wander the streets and get car-jacked," Kurt said like he really didn't care, when in fact, he was practically leaning forward on his tip-toes. Twenty-five-houndred dollars. That was the exact amount for rent. If this guy was truly that directionally challenged, why shouldn't Kurt take advantage of it?
Sebastian was going to gnaw his teeth into sawdust if he continued to grind them like he was doing. Of all the people he could have possibly run into tonight, it had to be this guy.
"Fine. You know what, fine," Sebastian replied gruffily, throwing up his hands in defeat before reaching for his wallet again, "Twenty-five-houndred dollars."
Really, it wasn't a big amount for Sebastian. But the situation alone made it difficult to hand over the money.
Kurt was beyond elated. That was a lot easier than he thought! And he didn't even have to sell his body for it!
"Great," Kurt responded, surprising Sebastian by walking around the car and opening the passenger side door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sebastian yelled, instantly gripping Kurt's arm when he sat down. Kurt tensed from the man-handling, it reminds him of something, someone... but he managed a smile.
"I said I'd show you exactly where it was. And you are clearly not good with directions. So I'll come with you," Kurt explained, still, waiting, for Sebastian to let go of him before even thinking about making a move to shut the door.
Sebastian was not up for the idea. At all. In fact, he was already disgusted if Kurt was marking Nick's car with dirty shoes. The idea alone made him cringe.
But, once again, he was left with two options.
Either continue to roam these unfamiliar streets and hope to eventually find a place that seemed safe enough to stop at, or let this man show him exactly where it was, and be able to be curled up on his bed within the next hour.
… and once again, option two it was.
"Touch anything, and you die," Sebastian growled, roughly pulling away. Kurt didn't let the hurt show on his face and leaned to grab hold of the door. It shut, trapping the both of them in the car.
"Hm, that's definitely a new one. My clients always want me to touch..." Kurt joked weirdly as Sebastian pressed on the gas.
"Just tell me where I'm going," Sebastian said tautly.
"Take the next right," Kurt replied, busily looking around at all the gadgets and smooth interior of the car, "Hey, do these seats go back?"
Sebastian glanced over at Kurt while he was turning. The guy was clearly interested in everything, though he tried to shrug it off.
"Of course they d- I told you not to touch anything!" Sebastian exclaimed, watching Kurt laugh as the seat gradually lowered him.
"Now this is nice," Kurt admonished, nearly completely horizontal. Sebastian nearly had a heart attack when Kurt suddenly lifted his feet and placed them on the dash, spreading his legs, "It would totally be interesting being fucked like this." Kurt said curiously, almost like a child.
Sebastian was trying to breathe correctly, he really was, but this guy just touched something, just put his feet on the dashboard, and those small shorts weren't leaving much to the imagination in that lewd position and he was going to murder this man as soon as he stopped staring and-
"You just missed the light you were supposed to turn at, by the way,"Kurt spoke calmly.
Sebastian harshly stepped on the brake and sent them both lurching forward. On reflex, Kurt quickly threw his legs down and braced his feet on the floor.
"The heck?" Kurt complained, sitting up and looking behind them, "You could have caused a major accident if someone was behind us!"
"You..." Sebastian almost laughed, though it was definitely not a happy sound, "Put the seat back up and then don't fucking move."
Kurt frowned at the order.
"Wh-"
"NOW," Sebastian roared, startling Kurt.
There was a moment where they simply stared at each other. Then Kurt's frown deepened and he reached under the seat to bring the back up.
"As you wish... asshole," Kurt muttered under his breath.
Sebastian heard it. He decided, for his own health, he would pretend he didn't.
When the seat was back in its proper place and Kurt was still, looking out the window, Sebastian made a U-turn.
"Now, which way?" Sebastian asked.
"Right. Then you'll make a sharp left," Kurt answered tightly, mood ruined for tonight. Now he was just waiting to get to the hotel, get his money, and get the fuck out of here.
Sebastian followed Kurt's directions, very aware of the change in personality from the one sitting next to him. Well good, Sebastian thought, maybe they could get through the rest of this drive without a murder taking place.
When Sebastian spotted the familiar hotel, he could have started singing. Kurt shared his thoughts.
"No parking garage?" Kurt asked, the first thing besides directions that had come out of his mouth in the last ten minutes. Almost on cue, a man in uniform came rushing out and took the key away from Sebastian, "... oh. Right. Valet."
Kurt would never admit he felt a little uncomfortable in front of a huge, extravagant hotel standing next to a man in a suit. Especially when the valet was looking at him oddly.
"So, money?" Kurt asked expectantly, holding out his hand.
Sebastian looked down at the hand and smirked.
"A major rule in business: never, ever give the service before getting the money. You get ripped off like that," Sebastian spoke condescendingly, stepping right around Kurt and walking toward the hotel.
It was Kurt's turn to gape for the night. Then he started panicking. He was on the other side of town and it was already this late! There was no way he would be able to get back downtown and have enough time to proposition someone before sunup!
Kurt quickly twisted around, deliberate step after deliberate step hitting the pavement.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Kurt complained, slowly catching up, "If it wasn't for me, you'd still be lost!"
"And I appreciate the directions," Sebastian answered smoothly, refusing to look at him, "However, about the money, what I said still stands."
Sebastian reached for the handle of the front door and-
"Please!"
Sebastian stopped and furrowed his eyebrows at the desperate yell.
"Look, if I don't get at least twenty-five-houndred dollars tonight, I probably won't have a place to stay tomorrow. And neither will my friend," Kurt explained, cringing the entire time. He was hopeful when Sebastian didn't immediately walk in, and quickly continued, "You're right! I should have demanded the money first..."
And really, Kurt had thought of that, but he definitely did not think Sebastian would try to jip him like this.
"... but I can make it up by doing something else. Anything you want. My body is yours."
Sebastian frowned at that, and wanted so very badly to just waltz right back into his hotel and go to sleep, but...
Damn it, this was exactly why everyone taunted Sebastian about how he will never measure up to his father. Too emotional. Sebastian understood privilege. He understood that he would never be in a position in his life where he wasn't sure if he'd have a safe place to sleep that night. To be reduced to that, Sebastian...
Sebastian pitied the man in front of him.
A couple chose that moment to exit the hotel, eyes widening when they saw Kurt.
Sebastian smirked when he noticed the clerk inside the glass doors also staring at the crudely dressed man. They has to be used that Sebastian has some guy with him here and there, but they would have never expected a prostitute.
"At least wear this," Sebastian sighed, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it at Kurt. Kurt caught it, looking mildly confused, "Just... put it on and hurry up, will you?"
Sebastian opened the door and walked in.
Kurt quickly threw on the coat and ran inside after him. He didn't get very far, however, before stopping and gaping up at the painted ceilings and chandeliers.
"Oh shit-" Kurt said quite loudly. Sebastian tensed and glanced around, embarrassed at catching even more attention. Swiftly turning around, Sebastian brought his hands down on Kurt's shoulders and steered him to the elevator.
Kurt really didn't like being manhandled, but sheesh, he was too focused on wondering how much that particular chandelier was worth alone!
If Sebastian wasn't pissed off, he might have laughed at the stunned expression on the boy's face.
"How much does it cost to stay a night in this place?" Kurt asked apprehensively, looking back at Sebastian over his shoulder when they stopped in front of the elevator. Sebastian pressed the up button before facing him again.
"A thirty-eight houndred dollars," Sebastian answered, watching Kurt straighten and clutch the coat around his shoulders. Sebatian momentarily wished he had something to cover up those bare legs.
"Man, the life of the rich. What do you even do to get that money?" Kurt asked when the elevator dinged. The doors slid open, revealing a man in uniform who bid them hello and raised a brow at Kurt. One pointed glance from Sebastian made the man step aside and look away as Sebastian and Kurt walked inside the elevator.
"Ever heard of the name Smythe?" Sebastian asked dryly. Truthfully, it was meant to be a completely rhetorical question, because everyone knew the name Smythe, but...
"No," Kurt answered honestly, watching Sebastian's eyebrows shoot up. Then his eyes traveled to Mr. Elevator Guy, who insisted on staring down at Kurt's legs. Kurt smiled, "You telling me that's your name?"
As Kurt asked this, he drew closer to Sebastian, and promptly lifted his leg high and wrapped it around the blonde's waist. Sebastian was positively outraged by the gesture, and a little flustered, but tried to hold his temper in due to the man with them in the elevator.
"Remove yourself," Sebastian said through tightly clenched teeth. Kurt just gave him a confused look before looking over on the Mr. Elevator Guy.
"But your friend here was just staring so much! I decided to give him a better look," Kurt practically purred.
Mr. Elevator Guy's face was positively glowing, and he was shaking his head repeatedly.
Sebastian shoved Kurt off with barely contained strength.
"No one to blame but yourself. Wearing those things," Sebastian berated, though he threw a glare at the other man anyway.
"Well it is kinda part of my job," Kurt replied to Sebastian before turning back to the poor blushing man, "Like what you see? A houndred dollars, and I'll blow you right here."
Mr. Elevator Guy's jaw dropped while Sebastian's clenched tightly.
There was a light 'ding', signifying they had reached the top floor, and Sebastian quickly grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him out of the elevator.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention a word about this," Sebastian growled at the elevator man, who was hastily shaking his head up and down in agreement. Kurt couldn't help but send him a quick „fly-kiss" and smiled before he was being hauled off down an extravagant hallway.
"He was adorable," Kurt remarked as Sebastian used a card key to get into the room.
"Restraint, politeness, etiquette; do you know the meaning of any of those words?" Sebastian bellowed as he ripped the door open and waited for Kurt to walk in. Kurt did just that, with a skip in his step, and slipped his shoes off at the front door..
"Restraint: the ability to control or moderate one's impulses. Politeness: consideration for others and the adherence to conventional social standards of good behavior. Etiquette: the behavior regarded as correct or acceptable in social life," Kurt recited proudly, throwing the coat that was on his shoulders on the floor and swiftly turning around, leaning against the back of the couch rather suggestively, "But more importantly, now that you have me here, what are you planning to do with me?"
Sebastian wasn't sure what to address first. The maddening idea that this guy had just thrown an expensive, brand-name coat down on the floor like nothing, the bizarre fact he'd just recited very accurate definitions out of nowhere, or the misinterpreted thought this guy had about why Sebastian had brought him up here in the first place.
After slipping off his own shoes and loosening his tie, Sebastian walked further into the room, bending down to snatch up his coat from the floor before sliding the tie off.
"Well I'm glad you seem so smart," Sebastian spoke, walking to the other side of the room where a briefcase lay against the wall. After hanging his coat neatly on the coat-rack and throwing his tie over it, he grabbed said briefcase and made his way back to Kurt, "I'm sure you know your ABCs too? I need these alphabetically filed by tomorrow. Do it, and I'll give you your money."
The briefcase was opened to reveal a rather messy pile of papers.
Kurt just stared.
"... eh?" Kurt whined, picking up the corner of the top paper with two fingertips like it disgusted him, "You're serious?"
"Dead," Sebastian assured rather quickly.
Kurt couldn't believe it. Filing? This man was really going to give him twenty-five-houndred dollars just to put some papers in alphabetical order? He had that much money just to throw away? It irked Kurt.
It also irked him that he had actually didn't want Kurt for fuck. It's change for once, but really, I mean, the brunette was clearly gorgeous, and Kurt was extremely curious about what kind of lover he was.
But if he had to file papers to get the money, then he would file the papers.
… after he took a look around this hotel room.
"Deal," Kurt answered, patting his hand on the papers, "Even though it's a little insulting, alphabetical order, you got it."
Sebastian was pleased with his acceptance. He was not so pleased when Kurt turned and walked away from the briefcase, head turning this way and that.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked, annoyed.
"I have to know my work environment before I can successfully start filing!" Kurt exclaimed, Sebastian mentally calling bullshit the moment he finished the sentence, "I should know my employer, too. You never told me your name, you know. Unless you want me to call you Mr. Smythe?"
Sebastian balked at the name that was so often associated with his father, and sighed.
"My name is Se-"
"Is that bathtub marble!" Kurt exclaimed, running into the bathroom.
Sebastian felt a headache coming on as he grudgingly made his way over to the bathroom. Kurt was sitting on the side of the tub, a fancy glass bottle in his hands.
"Is this bubble bath liquid? Oh man, I'll get started on those papers right away if you let me do them in a bubble bath," Kurt said enthusiastically.
Sebastian crossed his arms and leaned up against the door frame.
"No way. I don't trust you. You'd get the papers all wet," Sebastian replied. Kurt scowled immediately, and forlornly set down the bottle of bubble bath. The corner of Sebastian's lips quirked upwards at the grown man getting sad over not being able to have a bubble bath.
It didn't take Kurt very long to get excited again after walking through the suite, however.
"A mini-bar? Is that a massage table?" Kurt asked rather animatedly, wide eyes taking in all the luxuries, "A massage table with a bunch of oils... "
Sebastian rolled his eyes. Kurt saw the king-sized bed, and suddenly made a run for it. He launched himself on the mattress, his mouth opening in astonishment at the soft mattress underneath him.
"Wow, you totally sink in this thing," Kurt commented, lying back with his arms spread and eyes focused on the ceiling.
"Will you get out of my bed and start working on those papers already?" Sebastian asked, though the initial bite in his words was gone. He found it oddly... cute... to see this guy acting like a little puppy who just got a new home. All of the extravagant stuff around him was normal for a man like Sebastian. He had never really thought twice about the extra amenities and unbelievably soft bed.
"You are a spoil-sport, you know that?" Kurt asked, raising his head just enough to put Sebastian in his line of vision, "Fine, fine. I'll start on your precious papers."
Kurt heaved himself up and walked over to the couch where the briefcase was waiting. Instead of walking around the couch like a normal person, Kurt opted to hop over the back and bounce down on the cushions instead.
Sebastian shook his head in disbelief, this boy was quite similiar to Sebastian's younger-self. He was a little worried about letting the man out of his sight, but he desperately wanted to change into more comfortable clothes, so Sebastian made his way to his room to do just that.
His heart skipped a beat when Kurt was not sitting on the couch when he came back out.
"Hey!" Sebastian yelled, frantically looking around, "The hell did you go?"
"Out here!"
Sebastian paused and turned toward the balcony. For the first time, he noticed the door was open, and walked over.
Kurt was sitting outside, piles of papers surrounding him as he placed them all in order. Kurt looked up when Sebastian appeared in the doorway.
"beautiful view from here," Kurt commented, picking up a stack of papers and straightening them out.
"I wouldn't know," Sebastian answered, staying in the doorway and cringing a bit at Kurt's curious look, "Heights and I don't mix."
Kurt's eyes widened.
"... you're in the penthouse suite. It's on the top floor. Why would you get this room if you're afraid of heights?" Kurt inquired. Sebastian shrugged.
"It's the best," Sebastian answered. Kurt sat back a little and dropped the now-neat stack on the ground.
"Uh huh," Kurt said, dropping his head for effect, "Always the best for Smythe."
"It's Sebastian," Sebastian answered quickly, his eyebrow twitching. Kurt seemed rather surprised and Sebastian hastily explained, "I don't like being called that."
"Sebastian" Kurt repeated, testing it on his tongue, before looking up expectantly. Sebastian raised a brow at the stare.
"... what?" Sebastian finally asked. Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You practically drill me on etiquette earlier and then you don't ask my name after I ask for yours?" Kurt jibbed.
"Fine, what's your name?"
"Kurt Hummel," Kurt replied with a sweet smile, "You sure you don't want to know the names of the streets I work on? For when you realize you were an idiot to let this opportunity slip by?"
„I can have anyone I want, every girl, every guy, I don't need some cheap boy-prostitute" Sebastian snorted "You want to keep doing my work for me?" Sebastian asked, nodding his head at the papers
"If I get to come back to the penthouse suite and keep making twenty-five-houndred dollars a night? Doesn't seem like a bad deal," Kurt responded, smiling as he filtered through more papers.
Sebastian stood there for a moment, just watching him. Then he remembered he hadn't checked his cell phone for messages and nearly groaned. But, knowing he would just bury himself even further underground if he wasn't completely informed tomorrow at work, Sebastian made his way back inside and over to said cell phone.
A number four blinked at him, and with an annoyed sigh, he went to Voicemail.
The first two weren't very important, but the last two most definitely were.
Nick had called, sounding quite upset. He explained how insulted everyone at the dinner party was at Sebastian's leave, and warned him it wouldn't look good in the news.
The last one made Sebastian tense up considerably.
"I just got a call from Hunter's secretary. I would love to hear your explanation on why you just walked out on a near million-dollars deal, Sebastian! This is the third time this month you've made a major mistake and it's costing me money! We will talk about this. I refuse to have another son go astray-"
Moaning, Sebastian deleted the message without listening to the rest. He could hardly stand his father as it was, but when his father talked about Chris... he couldn't deal with it at all.
Tension flowing through every movement he made, Sebastian walked back over to the doorway leading to the balcony.
"You almost done?" Sebastian asked, sounding rather annoyed. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed at the tone.
"There are kind of a lot of papers here," Kurt remarked, gesturing toward the circle of sheets around him. Sebastian sighed, leaning his back against the door frame and rubbing harshly at his temple.
Kurt's eyes kept flickering from the papers to the obviously upset and tense man. In his opinion, this guy really did need a good lay. But, Kurt was smart enough to realize making another offer would probably only annoy the brunette more.
"So how'd you end up way on the other side of town anyway?" Kurt asked conversationally. Sebastian stopped rubbing his temple and shifted hazel-colored eyes to look at the light chestnut-haired man.
"... do you mind if I vent a little?" Sebastian inquired. Maybe it was weird to want to spill your guys to an absolute stranger, but Sebastian's whole life was based on appearances. Nick was his closest friend, but with him also locked in a position of appearances, some things just couldn't be said. And Sebastian was at his boiling point. He just wanted someone to listen without telling him how disrespectful his thoughts were, or telling him how to run his life.
Kurt was beyond surprised at the question.
"... do I get more money?" Kurt asked with a questioning look. Sebastian's face was deadpanned.
"You are a fucking mooch," Sebastian accused, watching Kurt smile, "Sure. Whatever."
Kurt's smile fell rather quickly. Was this guy serious? He would pay someone just to listen to a rant? That was... sad.
"My father is a dick."
Kurt almost ripped one of the papers in surprise.
Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, clearly irritated, and continued, "Aaargh, he pisses me off! Money! Money money money, that's all he cares about, and that's all I ever hear him talk about. Make the money, he tells me. Oh, but it doesn't count if my younger brother becomes an actor and makes tons of money, because 'acting is a pitiful excuse of an honorable job'! My brother cut off ties with our family just because of that cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch!"
Kurt listened silently, continuing his job. He winced when Sebastian mentioned that last bit – the part about cutting off ties with family. That was hitting a little too close to home, and brought up things Kurt would really rather not think about.
"And now he's threatening me because I walked out on a business deal tonight. Stupid idiots aren't worth my time, anyway. I don't even know what I want to do. One part of me wants to try and shove it in their face that yes, I can fucking run a business without 'getting too emotional' and the other wants to say fuck it all and just leave. But oh, how the media would eat it up! My name would be on every front page there is... 'the only Smythe left to take over the Smythe franchise abandons the company!' Heh, I can totally see it. Even now I have problems, I'm womanizer, I let people in my house for some quickie one-night stand, I'm going to the bars instead of doing something for my job and... I just want to live a little bit spontaneous, not like some ... some fucking robot without soul!"
Kurt determined this guy had major family issues and had kept a lot inside for too long.
"And my mother just goes along with whatever my father says, no matter what it is. If he told her to go jump off a bridge, I bet she'd do it. Aargh," Sebastian ranted, covering his eyes with his hands and breathing harshly, "I'm sick of everything."
Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn't bitter at the moment. Watching this man, standing in his penthouse and brand-name clothing, talk like he had the worst life ever was pathetic. He didn't even know how bad it could ge-
A gust of wind caught on the side of the building and swooped into the cubbyhole where the balcony was. Kurt's eyes widened and he quickly rolled to the ground, lying on some of his stacks so they wouldn't get blown away. Sebastian noticed a second later, and also reacted, rushing to his knees and slamming himself on the papers.
Though they saved any from swishing up and over the balcony edge, some were still scattered.
"Damn, I didn't think the wind could get in here," Kurt complained, looking rather comical with the way he was sprawled out on the piles of papers.
Sebastian scowled.
"Get these inside! Why the hell did you come out here on the balcony anyway?" Sebastian exclaimed, sitting up and picking up the papers.
"Not everyone is afraid of heights, you know," Kurt replied, following Sebastian's example.
"Look, I just want to get some sleep," Sebastian said, shoving his paper's in Kurt's hands, "I can't do that while you're here. So hurry up."
"Stop rushing me," Kurt grumbled, placing the papers back in the briefcase, "You're so tense you probably won't be able to sleep tonight anyway."
Sebastian didn't want to admit it, but it was probably true. Though he was tired, his body felt completely wired, which was a tricky combination.
Making their way back in, with Sebastian practically slamming the sliding glass door shut behind them, Kurt set the briefcase down on the coffee table and looked over toward the massage-bed.
"... hey, what if I offered you a massage?" Kurt asked, one eyebrow raised.
"... a massage," Sebastian repeated, his mind going to the gutter for just a split second, "You're just looking for ways to make more money, aren't you?"
Kurt chuckled, walking over and slipping right behind Sebastian, placing his hands on his shoulders.
"Nope, this is a freebie! God, your muscles are really are tight," Kurt admonished, pressing his fingers against his shoulders. Sebastian tensed even more, if that was possible, and quickly stepped away from Kurt's hold.
"I don't need a massage. I need you to finish these papers and get out of here," Sebastian claimed. Kurt waved a hand in the air like Sebastian was taking things too seriously.
"Oh come on. I'm great with my hands," Kurt said lowly " But really, you're making me nervous. It's like having a time-bomb walking around me. And it'll help you sleep"
Sebastian eyed him carefully, going over his options in his head. A massage sounded heavenly, really. He'd been at this hotel for four days now, but had been so busy running here and there that all he'd used this room for was to come home and crash. And his muscles felt like they were going to cave in on themselves at any moment.
He was sure paying enough for one, so why not?
"Fine," Sebastian relented, watching Kurt's eyes brighten, "After you do those papers."
Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically.
Hello there! Second fic and I hope that's better one! I came up with the idea and my friend help me with some phrases, she's really great writer, so now I know what to do! :D haha, I hope you will look forward to next chapter, I'll update more often – thanks to my boring classes, I just draw something here and there and write something too, so it'll even be longer :) (I have to go about 1234567890 times over this chapter to make sure there aren't some big errors in grammar ^^")