The Boys of Summer

by MoreThanTonight

A camera. A jacket pin. A phone. Lemon balm leaves. A bottle cap. A box of condoms. A bottle of sleeping pills. On the last days of summer before college, Sebastian remembers the most eventful summer of his life and the items related to it. Kurtbastian.

1. The Bottle Top

Chapter one: The Bottle Top

A camera. A jacket pin. A phone. Lemon balm leaves. A bottle cap. A box of condoms. A bottle of sleeping pills.

Not necessarily in that order.

In Sebastian's life, this would be known as The Summer of '12. Or perhaps The Summer of Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe. Maybe something along the lines of The Summer where Water met Fire.

The Summer where Water met Fire. Kurt was like water; he was adjustable. He could reach any surface. He could seep in between the tiniest cracks and sneak his way forward. He could be persistent enough to crash against the most stubborn rock again and again, until he eroded it away, leaving a path for him to get through. He was ever changing like water, he had many forms – some of his forms existed without the knowledge of the others. He could be cold as ice and yet as free and fleeting as water vapour. His eyes were like the sea – ever changing as well. Sometimes in the sun they were a glorious shade of blue, a lovely azure that reminded Sebastian of the coasts of France. Other times they were a confusing shade of sea green, like a spray of sea foam in the distance. But the scariest was when Kurt's eyes turned as gray as the storms in the clouds above. If you looked closer, you could almost see the swirling of thunderclouds in the two orbs. A strike of lightening in the glare he would send back. The warm azure was Sebastian's favourite.

Sebastian on the other hand, was like fire. Like fire he was strong and determined. Arrogant at the least, confident of his own superiority – his ability to force others to the ground before him to get what he wanted. Fire spreads fast when you allow it to, feeding on oxygen and almost any material it finds. It burns, it chars and it leaves a mark that is almost impossible to erase. It's relentless and cunning and won't hesitate in tricking you, even setting fire to its closest friends. But it also gives warmth where used wisely. It is essential for the way of living most of us has chosen. It is present in the flicker of the candle, it preceded the modern stove, and it is there in the mesmerising dance of flame in the late night bonfire in the woods. It was a weapon when yielded correctly. Sebastian was just like that. To a selected few whom stood him close, he provided warmth, protection and safety, while those who stood in his way he would burn to the ground. He left a scorching mark, whether it was a bitter comment or a playful jibe. Like fire, he was unforgettable. With an ever-present smirk on his face, he could look at you in the eyes and you knew – you just knew – that the fire within those two spheres was unconquerable. Unless you were water.

Because whenever fire meets water, water always wins.

That was how Sebastian found himself on his bed, sitting on the very edge so that he had to cling on to the bedspread to not fall off. There were seven items on the table in front of him. Papers, books, CDs – all previous residents of the mahogany tabletop – were strewn on the floor in a careless chaos. Seven items were allowed on the dark, polished surface.

A camera. A jacket pin. A phone. Lemon balm leaves. A bottle cap. A box of condoms. A bottle of sleeping pills.

Seven items that he had managed to find that reminded him of the summer. The window was open and a cool breeze crept in, reminding him that the summer was coming to an end. The two days left were insignificant for him, for his summer was already over. The water had already washed away the fire. But he was preceding himself. Maybe it was best to start with the beginning.

With a sigh, he got off the bed and walked the three steps needed to get to the table. His hands were firmly placed on each side of the table. His warm palms were a contrast to the cool, smooth surface. He looked down at the items that he had carefully placed in a straight line. A camera, a jacket pin, a phone, a few lemon balm leaves on a stem, a bottle cap, a box of condoms and a bottle of sleeping pills. Objects that didn't have much value unless you knew the story behind them. He would start at the beginning.

Sebastian picked up the bottle cap. It was made of some cheap metal, probably aluminium, and was the kind that was ragged in the edges. The brand on top of the bottle had almost faded, but there were two dents on the metal that were unmistakable. Teeth marks. The soft metal had given away for a set of teeth, becoming a mould for the two teeth that had left its mark on it.

He held the cap in between his forefinger and his thumb and flipped it up in the air. If the branded side came up, he would refresh his memory on what happened that night. If the blank side came up, he would put it back in his drawer and forget about the night where it all started.

The sound of metal landing on hard wood was almost deafening that night where the air was as cool as summer rain and the darkness present around his house. His face void of emotions, Sebastian looked down at the cap. A faded name stared back at him. Corona.

It was the first day of summer vacation, but still the bar wasn't crowded. Sebastian had already searched the place for new faces, but there were few whom interested him. There was a hot, blond guy, but he looked married. By the looks of it, he was married to a woman but he came here to have casual fun. Sebastian would have gone for it, but he wasn't in the mood for the reassuring words that no doubt will come from the other. I'm not really gay. This is just an experiment. See, I even have a wife. Too much trouble, he decided.

This summer was going to be all about causality. It was the last summer he had to spend here in Lima, and when the summer was over he would take off to New York for college. New York would be overcrowded with gay guys and he wouldn't have to come back to this pathetic excuse of a bar ever again. Well, apart from during those vacations where he came back to visit his parents.

How many beers had he drunk already that night? Two? Three? Four? He wasn't counting and maybe it was for the best.

His eyes zeroed down on a man who was sitting by the bar. He was wearing a black button-up shirt and a pair of casual jeans, and if Sebastian didn't know any better he would have thought that the boy didn't want to be seen.

"Adam", Sebastian grinned, taking the seat next to the man. It was only barely he managed to aim enough to not fall to the ground. Maybe it was a little more than two beers.
"You are back from college?"

The man looked up from his drink. He would recognise that nasal, falsely cheery voice anywhere.

"Smythe. Are you old enough to even know what college is?"

At this, Sebastian laughed – the sound came out hollow and meaningless. He leaned forward to whisper in Adam's ear.

"I was old enough when you fucked me in your backseat this Christmas", he said hotly against Adam's ear, his voice barely louder than a whisper as his teeth grazed teasingly along his earlobe before Sebastian pulled away with a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

"I was drunk"

"So was I. What's your point", Sebastian laughed, rolling his eyes.

Whatever Adam's reply was, Sebastian didn't hear it. His eyes were fixed on the new entry; a boy only slightly shorter than him wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a hot pink sweater. A forest green scarf that matched the boy's green sunglasses was wrapped around his slender neck. The instantly recognisable stagger in his step alerted Sebastian that the boy was already tipsy even before he entered the bar.

Without offering Adam so much as a smile or a goodbye, he went over to greet the newcomer. Sebastian's smile was gloating as he took in the other's slightly dishevelled appearance.

"You are not looking good, Hummel", he drawled, and Kurt could hear the smirk in his voice as he peered at the taller boy from his darkened glasses.

"Shut up, Smythe. I'm not in the mood to deal with you", he snarled, before walking on. Kurt headed towards the bar, and to Sebastian's surprise he ordered himself a beer. He would have pegged him for a girly cocktail-person.

The bartended turned away to serve a new customer without opening Kurt's glass bottle, and the boy just looked down at the bottle with a bitter look.

"What has gotten your panties in a bunch, Hummel?", Sebastian asked. He was a little more intrigued that he should be. He knew that these were dangerous waters, but it was the first day of summer – he was allowed to test them. Besides, it was another chance he got to torment Hummel before he was whisked away by the gay bars in New York. Who knew how many chances he would have left?

"If you are going to insult me, please at least be creative. I've heard that one three times already today", Kurt replied in a cold voice as he continued to stare at his unopened bottle.

Sebastian considered making a biting remark and he would have if his brain weren't so alcohol-adled. So instead he scoffed and grabbed Kurt's bottle from him.

"You don't even know how to open a fucking beer", he remarked, lifting the bottle to his lips before using his teeth to open it. He handed the beer to Kurt who took it silently. If Kurt was impressed by the trick, he didn't show it. Sebastian tried to get a look of his eyes, but Kurt was still wearing those glasses.

"Who the fuck wears sunglasses inside anyway?", Sebastian pressed, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "It's fine that you are making a fashion statement or whatever, but this is just getting ridiculous". Sebastian took hold of Kurt's glasses and pulled them off his head, only to reveal that Kurt's eyes were red and puffy as though he had been crying all day.

He expected Kurt to shriek and jump up and down while useless swatting him with his effeminate fingers, but the Kurt he met was different. He seemed like a shadow of himself, an imprint, not the real Kurt that Sebastian had become accustomed to meeting.

"Give them back", Kurt's stare was unyielding, but his words were resigned. A beautiful contradiction, Sebastian found himself thinking.

"You were crying", Sebastian pointed out the obvious, freezing for a few seconds giving Kurt enough time to snatch the glasses back. However he didn't put them back on. He slid them in the pockets of his sweater instead.

"It's none of your business"

"Why?"

The silence between them felt like a physical barrier even though some top 40-song was playing on the speakers.

Sebastian stared at him and Kurt stared back. None of them knew how long they were there like that. Little by little the animosity in Kurt's eyes was replaced with something that reminded of defeat and he lifted the beer bottle to his lips, drinking heartily from it. He pulled the invisible trigger and now Sebastian was waiting for the bang.

"Blaine broke up with me", Kurt finally said, and he was surprised at how calm he sounded. Kurt's eyes were laced with something else, something that dulled the electricity that usually resided there, and Sebastian wondered just how much the boy had been drinking before he came.

When Sebastian didn't say anything Kurt continued.

"So there. You can have him now that he is single and free. Isn't that what you always wanted?"

Sebastian wanted to scream. There was something so utterly wrong about this situation. Kurt wasn't supposed to be drinking there with him, telling him about his break-up as though he didn't care at all, even though the red rim around his eyes was evidence of the opposite. He was supposed to be snarky, to retaliate everything Sebastian threw at him. He wanted to tell Kurt that what he wanted was for him to be normal and not this zombie version of himself.

Instead, he smirked and ordered another beer. The beer top was still on.

"Didn't you get the memo? Blaine doesn't interest me anymore", he said nonchalantly.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind.

"Aren't you going to open that bottle?", Kurt asked instead.

Sebastian looked down at the closed top and shrugged.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

Kurt took the bottle and gave it a scrutinising stare, but Sebastian laughed. He looked absolutely ridiculous in that pink sweater while holding a beer bottle in his hand.

The piercing look Kurt have him was enough to shut him up.

"It isn't rocket science, Prissy. You put it in your mouth, put the edge of the cork between your teeth and tilt open the bottle", he said, amusement clear in his voice.

Kurt opened his mouth tentatively and bit the bottle cap. With a grimace, he tried to twist open it, but it didn't budge. With a frustrated huff, Kurt slammed the bottle on the bar counter.

"Do it yourself"

There was still a drop of saliva visible from Kurt's attempt and Sebastian couldn't stop staring at it as his own lips met the bottle. In a matter of two seconds, the bottle was out and Sebastian spit out the bottle top, but there was a sweet taste on his tongue that didn't come from the beer. He had Kurt's spit in his mouth without even kissing him.

Shaking the wayward thought away Sebastian tilted his head back to down the beer and Kurt followed suit. Even though Kurt's bottle had less in it, Sebastian was more used to drinking. His eyes met Kurt's and they both agreed upon the silent challenge. Who could drink up first? Sebastian's smirked was still visible from the corner of his mouth and Kurt looked like he was about to murder him. Kurt's eyes were prickling from the intensity of the stare and the taste of beer sliding down his throat. Sebastian looked at said throat. A small sweat bead was rolling down Kurt's neck as his Adams apple bobbed slightly with every swallow and it was the most mesmerizing thing Sebastian had seen in a long time.

But Sebastian was relentless and before long, he slammed the bottle on the counter top again.

"I won"

"I want a rematch", Kurt said quickly.

"Fine, up I'm upping the ante", Sebastian smirked arrogantly, glowing in his victory no matter how insignificant it was.

He ordered two shots, and little did he know it then, but that marked the beginning of what would be The Summer of '12. Or the summer where Water met Fire.

The next day, Sebastian would remember how those two shots became two more. And then two more. That at some point, Sebastian's arm would be draped around Kurt and Kurt either didn't mind or was too drunk to care. He would remember how they bought a few beers from the bartender and went out to drink it, mutually agreeing that the music inside was horrible. They split the four beers equally and Sebastian showed him how to do the trick with the bottle cork. Kurt failed the first time, though the only thing Sebastian could think was that the way Kurt's lips were closed around the neck of the bottle was almost pornographic. When Sebastian had to open it for him, he could swear he tasted Kurt's saliva this time as well.

On his last beer, Kurt managed to pry the top away from the bottle and showed the bottle top to Sebastian, pride evident in his face although they didn't talk that much. The alcohol slurred their words and it seemed easier to just try to interpret what the other was saying without excessive words. Sebastian pocketed the bottle top with the two teeth marks on them.

He would remember how a little beer spilt down Kurt's lips and he leaned forward to wipe it away, but instead his lips met a pair of warm lips. He couldn't remember why this was so wrong. He couldn't remember why he shouldn't be doing this with Kurt, a boy he despised with passion.

Hate was a strong word, wasn't it? It certainly felt that way as Sebastian's hand snaked around the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss he didn't know who initiated. Kurt obliged, slipping his tongue into Sebastian's waiting mouth as their tongues fell into a slow melody, the push and pull of a familiar rhythm.

"Make me forget", Kurt's voice echoed in the dark and it felt like a shot ricocheting against their surroundings.

Sebastian was fast to comply and crashed their lips together against, and this time his hands wandered around Kurt's waist as he tugged the pink sweater up, revealing Kurt's pale stomach. Kurt shuddered when the cool air hit his uncovered skin and Sebastian broke the kiss to glance down. He could swear that Kurt's pale skin looked like ivory in the moonlight.

The next day he would remember how they realised that they were out in the open and scurried to Kurt's car as Sebastian didn't bring his. He was planning on either crashing at someone's place or taking a cab home. They agreed that Sebastian's house would be the safest place as his parents were not at home and Kurt didn't want to explain this to Burt. Thinking about Kurt's father made Sebastian laugh and Kurt giggled with him.

"Let me drive", Sebastian insisted, leaning on the car as his feet weren't quite steady.

"Never. I'm not letting you drive my baby", Kurt giggled and got in.

They drive back to Sebastian's house felt like an eternity and Sebastian switched between staring out the window and caressing the inside of Kurt's thigh sensually until the boy snapped at him for being too distracting. Naturally, this only put a victorious smirk on Sebastian's face.

When they finally pulled over at Sebastian's house, Kurt didn't notice how grandiosely big the house was or that the cars in the garage were worth more than what most people would earn in a lifetime.

This time Kurt was the one to pull Sebastian closer to him, attacking his neck with butterfly kisses. Sebastian laughed and pulled him inside, mumbling something about surveillance cameras.

Kurt didn't notice the books on the shelf of Sebastian's room, or the CDs in the rack. He didn't notice the shades of white and dark browns that themed the room, and neither did he notice the casual disarray of things that were strewn everywhere on his mahogany table, the floor – everywhere.

The next thing Kurt registered was Sebastian pushing him, making him topple on the soft bed bet with his limbs out of control. The fall resulted in a fit of giggles that seemed to echo into the silent night. Sebastian landed on top of Kurt and fought the effect of the alcohol to straddle the shorter boy. A hand went to the wall and Kurt tilted his head to see what Sebastian was doing, only to be met with the faint glow from a lamp on the wall by the bed. He was on Sebastian's bed, The Sebastian Smythe who infuriated him to no end and whom tried to pry Blaine away from him. The thought of Blaine didn't hurt anymore. If anything, it sent a numbing feeling through his body. He had already shed his tears and pain had been replaced with numbness. Now he wanted to forget. Was it too much to ask for? To ask for a night where he could feel as though he was living again? He deserved this. And Sebastian was the tool he used to achieve this.

"This goes off", Sebastian announced with a lopsided smile as he tugged on Kurt's green scarf. The knot was tighter than he thought it was and even though he tried to pull the scarf off, it didn't budge. "I swear to god, Hummel, your scarves are like.. glued to your body". Somehow this was funny to him and he laughed again.

Kurt just rolled his eyes and took it off without difficulty, revealing more of his slender neck. "You are..", Sebastian started, but he was cut off by Kurt who pressed his lips against Sebastian's.

"Can we not talk?", he sighed and bit Sebastian's bottom lip. Sebastian nodded silently and understood what Kurt meant. They were not friends. They were barely acquaintances. This was something they both were doing for the physical pleasure and not because they enjoyed each other's company. Sebastian wondered if the company really was so bad if they had managed to have a good time outside of that bar, but these were forbidden thoughts. They implied that he cared, and the next day when he woke up these thoughts would be gone. He would even deny remembering them.

It was the night for lust and the impatience that surrendered them, previously only circling them cautiously, kicked in like a jibe to the side. Suddenly there were hands everywhere as Sebastian threw off his shirt and Kurt's pink sweater came off. The next thing Sebastian registered was being completely naked where he knelt beside Kurt's body. He was staring at it as though it came from a different planet. Why hadn't he thought about that theory before, that Kurt was an alien? It must be true; alcohol was indeed an eye-opener. Kurt's body was pale and lean. As far as eye could see, there were only long muscles – but they were there. Kurt's pale skin was a contrast to the black boxers he was wearing and Sebastian hooked a finger underneath the elastic waistband, signalising that they had to go off.

For the first time that night, Kurt seemed hesitant, but he didn't say anything. He lifted his ass up and slid the boxers down, kicking them off the bed. It was good enough for Sebastian. He didn't want a soul-searching conversation about ethic and morals. He wanted to fuck.

Sebastian's tongue darted over his lips as he saw Kurt's cock, half hard and waiting to be touched. He didn't know what he had expected, though admittedly, he had never thought about Kurt's cock before. But he certainly hadn't expected it to be so long and flushed. Sebastian didn't often bottom, but he couldn't help think what it would be like to be underneath Kurt. However, tonight he wanted to take Kurt and brand him.

His hand flew to the bedside table where he found a bottle of lube and coated his fingers with it. Despite Kurt's order to keep his mouth shut, he looked at Kurt with a firm stare and said, "I'm not bottoming". Kurt simply nodded in reply and spread his legs.

Sebastian looked at the little puckered hole that was slightly red and pushed his forefinger in to the first knuckle. Kurt was so tight that he could practically be a virgin. Groaning at the thought, Sebastian pushed the finger all the way in, causing Kurt to squirm a little. But Kurt still didn't say anything.

Before long, the first finger was accompanied by a second and Sebastian scissored his fingers to stretch the boy. This time Kurt's back arched and he hissed at the contact. Sebastian only smirked at him and added a third finger. Even though Kurt was tight, he took Sebastian's fingers so good and Sebastian couldn't help but stare as his fingers slid in and out of him. The dark silence was swapped with the wet, slick sound of lube and Kurt's heavy breathing.

Sebastian's own erection had made itself present by now as it slid against the inside of Kurt's thigh, begging for attention. He took out his fingers and dragged his wet fingers around the rim of his now stretched hole, forcing Kurt to glare at him. Chuckling softly, he bit the edge of a condom wrapper and tore it open. He wrapped the tight latex around his straining cock that was throbbing for friction and coated it with the clear liquid before looking at Kurt.

Kurt's cheeks were flushed in a subtle way, casting a rosy shadow on his face. His head was tilted upwards and his eyes half-shut. He was biting his bottom lip as his chest rode and sank for every shallow breath. Sebastian wanted to find his camera and take a picture of him just to preserve this moment, for he doubted that he would find something as beautiful as that ever again.

However, the desperate need to get off overcame the love for beauty. "I'm going to fuck you now", he informed in a low, hoarse voice that made Kurt's cock twitch. But it only earned him another glare from the boy as Kurt turned around and got on his knees with his ass facing Sebastian. "Do it like this", Kurt demanded in a raspy voice, looking at the wall in front of him.

Sebastian was all too willing to comply. He placed his on Kurt's hips and he wasn't surprised that even the skin there was baby soft. His erection dragged against Kurt's hole teasingly before he slowly pushed into Kurt and watched as Kurt's lower back arch and his fists balled around his sheets. Sebastian buried himself to the hilt and emitted a guttural moan, Kurt's rules be damned. Apparently Kurt thought the same thing himself as Sebastian registered a small, needy whimper come from the boy.

Sebastian tightened his grip around Kurt's hips and thrust into him as hard as he could to see if Kurt could make any more sounds. The thrust hit Kurt's prostate spot on and he keened, screaming out into the night. Sebastian countered that with a smirk and continued to thrust faster and faster, his own breath hitching as he felt Kurt's tight heat around him. He wanted to pound into the boy to make him to continue making those sounds, but he was afraid that the night would end too young if he went any faster.

However, Kurt had other plans. He stuffed a fist into his own mouth to keep him from screaming out as Sebastian thrust into him. Sebastian rolled his head backwards and continued to move in and out of Kurt's tight heat. If something was off then, he didn't notice it before the next day.

Sebastian felt the familiar heat coiling in the pit of his stomach that signalised that his orgasm was near. He didn't want to wait and he had no reason to prolong this anymore than he needed to. He wrapped his fingers around Kurt's cock and jerked him off at the speed of his thrusts as he felt his orgasm coming closer by the second. "Fuck, Kurt..", he moaned out, frantically jerking the other off as Kurt's came. Kurt's orgasm was nothing as Sebastian had predicted. It seemed as though he boy used all his energy to keep quiet as he came silently, his lips twisted in an 'o'. Sebastian felt Kurt clench around him and he came with a loud groan.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, five or six maybe. Maybe even twenty. No one was counting. But at some point, Sebastian pulled out and let go of Kurt's hips, letting the other boy collapse on top of his bed. He rolled the condom off and tied it securely before he threw it in the direction of the trashcan. His eyes followed the latex as it hit the wall first and then drop into the black bin.

When Sebastian looked back, Kurt was already under his covers, stiff as a stick. He just assumed that the other boy had fallen asleep and joined him under the covers. He would deal with the consequences of his actions the next day. Now he just wanted to sleep. They both fell asleep with a respectable amount of space between them.

Sebastian slumped down on his bed, looking at the pieces on his table. The bottle top was in his fist, so there were only six objects left. The night where it all begun. He wished he could say that night was the end of it all, but it wasn't and that was what the other six objects were a symbol of. Well, he had thought about the beginning but is the beginning really the most important tale? Isn't the things in between just as important, if not more?

To Sebastian the start was just that.. a start. The following days, the rest of the summer – that was what will come to define the state he was in right then. Not the drunken sex, but the realisations the next day.

Sebastian awoke by himself, his head felt like it was floating somewhere between New Zealand and Swaziland. He raised his hand to shield for the strong sunlight as he tried to find his phone. It was nowhere to be found on his nightstand so he tried to find his pants. When he saw his pants on the floor, he remembered what happened the previous night. Kurt. He turned towards the spot Kurt fell asleep last night only to find it empty. He froze completely, to listen to any sounds that might come from house, but he was met with a wall of silence. Kurt had bailed. His clothes were gone and so was the boy.

Not that Sebastian cared. He scoffed it off and brushed away his bangs from his eyes. Why would he? Kurt was just another one-night stand that didn't mean anything to him. He was already fading from his life, the way countless others had done before him.

Only when he was in the shower did he realise how strange the entire thing was. How detached Kurt had been the last night. How it seemed as though he didn't even care about the break-up even though it was evident that he had been crying about it. How he didn't even bother fighting with Sebastian. Make me forget. The words echoed in Sebastian's mind over and over again, and he wanted to punch the wall. He had been a plaything for Kurt, and while this usually wouldn't have fazed him, it made something within him feel on fire. Like the burning, scorching kind. Kurt had used him as rebound to get over Blaine. While Sebastian used boys all the time, he wasn't aware that it would feel this way to be used. Raw, aching, humiliating.

He thought about the way Kurt had told him to shut up and the position he had chosen that made it easier for them to not look at one another. How even in the moment of pleasure, something about Kurt felt off. Somewhere deep inside, Sebastian missed the old Kurt. Or at least a Kurt that wasn't the one he saw yesterday. But Sebastian just brushed it off. Odds were that he wouldn't have to think about Kurt Hummel ever again. The summer will be filled with random flirts and in a few months he would be in New York where Kurt Hummel would just be a shadow of his past. One of them at least.

Sebastian went back to his room, clothed in only a towel around his waist, and searched his clothes for his phone. Alongside with his phone, he found a white bottle top with two teeth marks. Instead of throwing it away as he should have, he hid it in the third drawer on his desk. He sat down on the edge of his bed and toppled backwards. His back hit something cold and hard, and he rolled over to inspect the object. It looked like a pair of small wings with a pin on the back. It wasn't his, so it had to come from Kurt. A jacket pin.