A/N: Why am I doing this to myself?! I really should be finishing up my other fics before starting ANOTHER one.. what can I say, though? I know other people have written stories similar to this, but I thought I'd give you all my own interpretation. Oh, and this is literally my first time writing smut. I hope it was at least bearable.
Anyways, reviews would be lovely if you want this to be continued!
xxx, Elizabeth
Prologue
It was the usual Friday night for Sebastian Smythe. He was sitting alone at the bar, a beer in hand, surveying the crowd of possible prospects. A guy down the bar offered to buy him a drink, so he gladly accepted a second beer which would be tossed back within the next few minutes. Of course, then he'd owe a dance to the buyer, but that didn't matter much to Sebastian. A dance with a stranger was less than the usual for him.
He was getting up to accept the invitation to dance from Todd—or was it Tim—when something caught his attention. Someone just arriving to the bar. Someone he hadn't seen before. The boy was gorgeous. Pale skin, eyes that shone brighter than stars, jeans that looked painted on. Basically, exactly the kinda of guy Sebastian was in the mood for on that particular night.
He was about to give a hurried excuse to Ted—Tate?—for why he had to leave so quickly, but the boy he had seen had already disappeared amongst the bodies moving on the dance floor. Sebastian sighed and decided he would find him again later.
The dance with Tahj—actually, maybe it was Tom—was less that appealing. The boy grinded too hard and in a tempo that didn't match the music at all. At one point, Sebastian grabbed at the boy's hips, attempting to slow him to the timing of the music, but that gave Tay—Trae?—the wrong idea, of course.
Before the tall brunette knew what was happening, he was being pulled closer and closer to the men's room where he hadn't been planning to go until later, and definitely not with the boy that was pulling him there now.
And then there was that guy again. The one he would have no problem with taking a visit to one of the back stalls with. And he was just standing there against the side of the bar casually. As if he were waiting for someone.
Sebastian pulled back when he felt lips attach to his neck, biting deep into his skin. "Easy tiger," he said with a laugh, pulling back further so he was a good foot away from Tanner—or, you know, something with a T. "I'm actually here with a date. Don't want him to get the wrong idea."
T, who—now that Sebastian looked—had remarkably white teeth that contrasted greatly with his orange-ish tan, smirked at him, "And what would that idea be?"
Sebastian laughed, "That I'm avoiding him. I've got to go." He pulled away from T and walked toward the bar, directly toward perfect-boy.
He didn't stop talking until he was right next to perfect-boy, grabbing his hand. Perfect-boy jumped a bit at the unexpected contact, "Um, sorry, do I know you?"
Sebastian smirked, "Not yet. But play along. I'm trying to get a guy off my back. I wanted to dance, he wanted to fuck. You know how it is, I'm sure."
Perfect-boy laughed at this and—God, that laugh is amazing. "Sure, sure. I know how it is. Shall we dance?"
"You any good?"
Perfect-boy's eyes narrowed. "Are you having doubts?"
Sebastian smirked, "Just a question, smart ass. Yes, let's dance." The taller boy led them to the middle of the dance floor, all too aware of the fact that his hand was still being grasped tightly by perfect-boy. "Oh, and feel free to get as close as you want. I told T that you're my date."
Perfect-boy scoffed, "You're quite sure of yourself, aren't you?" He played along, though—wrapping his arms surely around Sebastian's neck and sliding one thigh between the taller boy's knees. He slowly began to move with the beat, keeping perfect time as he swiveled his hips to the music.
Sebastian couldn't believe his eyes as he watched perfect-boy dance. He was completely captivated—something that never happens to him. And then perfect-boy was sliding closer in until their chests were pressed together. Sebastian slowly grinded down as his hands slipped from perfect-boy's sides down to his hips. And those hips—those hips were talented. They moved in slow circles, lightly brushing against Sebastian's body.
The touches were feather-soft, and sometimes Sebastian was sure he was imagining them, but each time he felt them, warmth shot through his blood stream.
That, mixed with the heat of the club, the two beers he had downed beforehand, and the experience he had with these sort of things gave him the courage to slide one hand down further, just barely brushing against perfect-boy's perfect ass.
Perfect-boy didn't appreciate this very much, though. He smirked and pulled Sebastian's hand back up to where it had been resting on his hip. "Easy, now. At least buy a boy a drink first."
The smirk was enough for Sebastian to know that perfect-boy was just messing around, but he kept his hand still on the other boy's hip just in case. He was not going to lose to this guy. And then it hit him. His eyes widened in shock and he lowered his mouth to perfect-boy's ear. "Crap, T's looking over here. I don't know if he's buying this whole date thing."
"Let's make things a little more interesting for him then, shall we?" perfect-boy winked and slowly leaned in to press his lips against Sebastian's.
The taller boy froze in shock. He had no idea if T was actually watching, but he wasn't about to let on to that now. At the same time, though, he was breaking his number one rule of hook-ups. Never kiss on the lips. Too personal. But then he felt lips part against his own and perfect-boy's breath was cool and minty and his tongue was brushing along Sebastian's lower lip, asking for entry.
And since he had already broken the rule, he figured it wouldn't hurt to go all out with it. Sebastian's lips parted slowly, allowing perfect-boy's tongue access to explore—and explore it did. He could feel it brush lightly against his own before sliding to the side of his mouth, then the other, as if he were attempting to memorize each crevice for a later time.
Sebastian pulled the boy's hips closer and began moving to the music, grinding against those talented hips as he kissed back, allowing his own tongue time to explore. A hand tangled in his hair and began tugging at the soft strands, causing even further arousal on Sebastian's part.
Within seconds, he was harder than he would like to admit out loud, and he suddenly felt the urge to show perfect-boy just how perfect he was. He pressed down onto the smaller boy's leg until he knew the boy could feel his hard-on. Perfect-boy gasped, but lowered his own growing bulge to brush against Sebastian's.
And Sebastian couldn't take it anymore. He pulled perfect-boy in as close as he could and let his hand drop to the boy's ass once more. This time, he was met with no protest. Slowly, he began moving with perfect-boy toward the side of the room where they both knew the restroom was located.
Sebastian was pressing perfect-boy up against the door, their lips never losing contact. One hand pulled away to grope along the door for the handle and twist it open, sending them both sprawling into the room.
The lighting was dull inside, one singular light flickering from above the mirror. Perfect-boy slipped away from Sebastian, but only for a moment to lock the door to ensure no interruptions would be made. Then he was grabbing at Sebastian's hips, pulling him forwards once again. His mouth slowly worked down Sebastian's jaw and down to his neck where he began to bite and suck at the tender skin.
"You know," Sebastian breathed, attempting to avoid a moan that was growing in his chest, "I was lying about T. He left as soon as I started talking to you."
Sebastian could feel perfect-boy's lips quirk up into a smirk at this. "I kinda figured," he mumbled as his hands dropped to fumble with the zipper on Sebastian's jeans.
"W-what?" Sebastian gasped as perfect-boy popped the button and began working his pants down, pinning him up against the wall in the process.
A wicked grin crossed over perfect-boy's face. "I didn't want you thinking I would put out so easily. Needed an excuse to get this started."
Sebastian smirked, "Baby, with me, and excuse is never a requirement."
Perfect-boy laughed, but the laugh slowly faded as Sebastian's jeans finally fell to the floor with one final tug. He stepped back to appreciate the view, but only for a second. "Damn," he mumbled as he stepped back forwards, lips brushing along Sebastian's neck as a hand hot forward to palm at his now growing erection.
"Like what you see then?" Sebastian asked between gasps as he felt perfect-boys equally perfect hand wrap around his member.
"Mmm," perfect-boy hummed as he bit down hard on Sebastian's neck, determined to leave a mark that could still be seen in a few days' time.
A loud moan escaped Sebastian's mouth as he palmed over perfect-boy's crotch, attempting to undo the zipper. Perfect-boy batted him away and began to speed up the hand that was now pumping Sebastian's cock.
Perfect-boy sank down to his knees and hummed in appreciation before slowing down the motion he had been repeating over Sebastian until it stopped. He let go and his hands began to explore, roaming up and around Sebastian's body.
His tongue licked one strip from base to tip, then another. Another moan of appreciation from Sebastian was all perfect-boy needed. His mouth opened slowly and sank down on Sebastian's cock. He took in the tip then bobbed back up. Each time he repeated the motion, he would add more of Sebastian into his mouth until Sebastian could feel himself hitting against perfect-boy's throat.
And, damn. He really was perfect if he could deep-throat.
And when perfect-boy moaned around Sebastian's member and he could feel the vibrations it caused, it took all he had not to come right then and there.
Perfect-boy pulled back and took Sebastian in again fully. "Fuck," Sebastian groaned. If perfect-boy was as talented with the rest of his body as he was with his mouth, then he wasn't sure if he'd quite be able to handle it.
And in the end, it may have been that thought that pushed Sebastian over. He could feel the pressure building up quickly, and he grabbed perfect-boy's hair, pushing him back down on him as he screamed and hit his peak.
Perfect-boy swallowed every drip of Sebastian's release, then pulled off of him with a pop. Sebastian was sweating and panting heavily, still recovering from his orgasm when perfect-boy stood up and pulled Sebastian's pants back up and around his waist. He buttoned them for the boy, then leaned in for a final kiss.
Sebastian could taste himself on perfect-boy's tongue, and his arms tightened around the boy as their tongues danced together. But as soon as it began, perfect-boy was pulling away and walking towards the door.
Sebastian cocked his head to the side and grabbed the boy's hand. "Wait. Don't you want me to return the favor?"
His question was met with a loud bang on the other side of the door. "Hey, you aren't the only one that wanted to get laid tonight! Finish up in their!" came the voice of an angry man from the other side of the door.
Perfect-boy smirked, "I don't think we have enough time for that. I'll see you around, pretty-boy."
Sebastian stood there and watched as perfect-boy strode to the door, fumbling with the lock. "Can I at least know your name?"
Perfect-boy smiled as he opened the door. "It's Kurt. Yours?"
"S-sebastian," the tall boy breathed as he watched perfect-boy—no, Kurt—walk out the door and towards the exit. He was pushed out seconds later by another couple, but he didn't spend the rest of the night searching for another conquest the way he normally would.
Instead, he stood off to the side, still dazed from the sensation of Kurt's mouth around him. And he wanted it. He wanted it to happen again. And that was another rule that Sebastian seemed to be intent on breaking. No repetition.
Sebastian came back to Scandals each Friday night for the next few months in search of perfect-boy, but he never showed. Soon, school started and things started to go back to normal. But sometimes in the middle of the night, Sebastian would wake up from heated dreams about soft brown hair, luscious pink lips, porcelain skin, and deep blue eyes. Some nights, he could feel the ghost of talented hips swerving and pressing lightly against his own. But Kurt never showed up.
Not until almost a year later. And not at Scandals. He showed up at a little coffee shop in Lima, Ohio with his boyfriend—a boy that Sebastian, at one point in time, knew very well.
