A/N: I started this one on special request for a Kurtbastian fic. You're welcome Your Bitsness, lol. I see this one going toward my more natural darker toned stories. This one will be slower going in terms of me posting cause I've got a pretty busy work schedule but I'll do what I can. Reviews keep me going and are greatly loved and appreciated.
Warnings: There will likely be: Character death (major and minor), adult language, sexual content, sexual assault/abuse, slash, substance use, violence and whatever else I may have missed that could be viewed as triggery. I use the word 'likely' because this story is pretty much being made up as we go along so it's not set in stone where I'm going quite yet. Also I don't mean 'major' as in the main protagonists... persay. Lol.
Disclaimer: I owns none of it, except the plot, and OC's and yep. And I actually like Applebee's even though Kurt doesn't in my story. Read along and you'll see what I'm talking about.
This place was a complete shit hole.
Full of shit hole dykes and pathetic tranny drag queens and old biker daddy's with perturbing fetishes, spewing over with thousands of moments of regret. An ensemble of societal derelicts oozing of fucking sad.
He could almost taste it. Their sadness. It flowed into his nostrils like a putrid odor that settled over his tongue and burned down his esophagus. Nearly as searing as the whiskey shot he'd just thrown down.
Hidden behind their artificial smiles, and steadfast whispers of promised cock sucking in some seedy location yet to be determined; behind the drunken two stepping and light hearted chatter creating a bedlam of feigned exuberance... There was staggering self hate, and years of disconnect, broken promises... hell even broken bones from years of abuse from strangers and even some times supposed loved ones.
There was loss and misunderstanding and a huge hole in so many chests that most wouldn't notice if they didn't have that same exact void themselves.
Yeah. A shit hole place, with shit hole people. And he was one of the worst of them...
It was slow most nights. Even Saturdays never automatically deemed a promising venture. But truthfully, this shit stain of a gay institute had become a sort of haven. A place where he could meet potentials, (his more eloquent word for tricks), and get shit faced for a while without being hassled.
"Another one Seb?"
"Nah, Tommy. Just a beer."
"You got it, man."
Tommy was an older guy. A wrinkled fairy with a thick silver mustache who never failed to regale old tales of fighting for 'the cause' as he always referred to it as.
Usually this meant marching down some back water street and getting smacked by flying beer bottles while taking jail breaks for public indecency for scamming on some John just because gays should have the right to just like every other hetero jerk off.
Tommy's biggest accomplishment in his years of being a champion for 'the cause' was establishing this shit bag bar in the early eighties. He never left.
Sebastian personally thought all of that pride marching shit was just a cry for attention. But he was content with having this place as a segway for business whether it stank of stale fairy lust and regret or not.
Who gave a fuck who you fucked? Long as you got something out of it in the end, it was all the same.
As he tipped back his beer, his narrowed eyes scanned over the place for any potentials. He spotted several that he'd already had on some random nights long past; even spotted a few regulars.
It was unfortunately a Wednesday. A night where Scandal's was indeed at its slowest and not even his third shot was making it any less pathetic.
He slowly drained his beer, sloshing the liquid in his mouth before swallowing it down. He was bored of the regular clientele and a few more sips away from just leaving. He could make up his cut by the motel off of Pendleton Avenue before shooting back to the apartment.
Just as he made to stand, he caught sight of a fresh face in his peripheral vision, plunking into a bar stool several seats down. He did his best to tune in, clutching his beer bottle as he awaited the newbie's drink request.
"Hey there," Tommy greeted. "Now you're definitely new. And an absolute beauty to boot. What can I get you darling?"
Even through the dank atmosphere, Sebastian noted the flush trailing up the ivory skin. The boy's tongue poking out to lick across his generously pouty lips nervously. A tinkling laugh ghosting that mouth as he subtlely brushes a stray brunette lock from his face.
"Um - yeah. I'll take a... Um - sorry. I don't normally drink. I have no idea where to begin."
His voice was silky. The pitch beautifully feminine but masking a deep intonation that probably came out when the boy had a cock up his ass.
"You look like you might enjoy a good sea breeze."
"Ooh. Well, anything that doesn't remind me of cows or football jocks sounds lovely."
"Coming right up then."
Sebastian had turned to fully face him now, drinking him in as openly as he was swilling down his beer.
He chuckled as the newbie drummed his fingers against the bar, pretending to not notice Sebastian noticing him. Apparently the staring had become too much; perhaps too intimate of a gesture as newbie slowly addressed him with cautious contemplation.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Nope," Sebastian blurted, sipping at his beer with a smirk.
"Oh-kay," newbie ushered skeptically, turning slightly away as if this would revamp the invisible blockade he was hoping to create between them.
Eventually newbie's irritation with Sebastian's leering wins him over however.
"Seriously - what is it?"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty two. Why?"
"Liar," Sebastian sneers.
"W-what?"
"You aren't twenty-two."
"And how would you know? You don't know anything about me -"
"Oh, I know everything about you. I know that this is your first time here. Probably your first time ever at a bar not inside of an Applebee's. I know that you're a high schooler, probably so utterly exhausted with the shit that being super flametastic got you in this town full of hick red necks that you decided to treat yourself to a gay night out. So you got your resident school douche stick to make you a fake I.D. that probably has some caricature name like 'Ross Dangerfield' on it, and lied to your Mommy about staying at a friend's so you could come out and play without worrying her too much. That about sum it up pretty eyes?"
Newbie's eyes are swimming, bubbling with battling emotions before easily frosting over behind a cool glass of sharp blue. A sight that even Sebastian somehow found unnerving on something as dainty and fragile looking as this kid seemed to be.
"First of all, I despise Applebee's. Second, it actually says Alvin Lambert. And thirdly my Mom is dead you presumptuous asshole. But my Dad did approve of me going out to a midnight showing for a movie which according to my time, will be finishing up in the next hour."
The brunette accepted his drink with a nod of acknowledgement before chugging half of it down and smacking his lips obnoxiously.
"So I'd prefer if you didn't psycho-analyze me on my gay night out since my time is indeed limited. Actually, I'd prefer it if you didn't talk to me at all. Or stared at me creepily with your squinty meerkat face."
Well, damn. Point: Newbie.
"Suit yourself. But I'd think twice before dismissing me like a speck of shit on your pretty little boot heels Princess. You're gonna be needing my help."
"Oh and how do you figure that meerkat?"
"'Cause I wasn't the only one enjoying the view."
And just as Sebastian drains the rest of his beer, a seasoned Bear steps uncomfortably close to newbie, leaning over his shoulder and breathing beer tainted breath against the pale neck.
"You're cute. Can I keep you?"
"I'm sorry. I have an affinity to being kept by strange men. Also, I'm a bit uncomfortable with your clear invasion of my personal space."
"This is nothing baby. Give me a few minutes with you in the men's room and I'll be happy to really invade. Your. Space," the Bear whispers suggestively, biting his bottom lip as his fingers score across the Princess's delicate throat.
The blue eyes meet Sebastian's who then simply shrugs and faces forward to order another drink in response, leaving old blue eyes to fend for his fucking self.
Tommy's face scrunches up with displeasure as he notices the unwanted advances of the Bear against his newest customer. Sebastian has a sneaking suspicion Tommy has taken an immediate liking to the kid.
"Hey! Ron. Give it a rest, okay? You've had one too many and it's messing with your ability to know when to stop. So I'll help you. Knock it off!" Tommy warns, his hands spread across the tarnished bar top as he awaits Ron's reaction.
Ron chuckles darkly and then continues to lean into the kid, pressing his face into the neck and trailing light kisses there as if daring Tommy or anyone else to try him.
"Seriously - Stop," Princess pleaded, clearly past the point of exasperation and lingering on real fear.
Before Tommy could react, a glass beer bottle exploded over Ron the asshole's head, causing him to slump to the floor in a moaning heap. The bar seemed to be suspended in silence as Princess covered his mouth with both hands in shock, and Tommy gaped over at Sebastian.
What was left of his beer bottle was jagged and protruding edges pointed out toward the world like taut nipples, the bottle neck held firmly in his grip; completely contradictory of his non-chalant air. Sebastian tosses the broken bottle half in a nearby trash can indifferently.
"Fuck Sebastian!" Tommy hisses.
"You're welcome. I'll be leaving now. Oh, and before I forget," Sebastian steps on top of the hunched body, causing the man to growl out more painful moans as he slips several bills on the bar top.
"That should cover mine and Princess'. See you next week."
Sebastian winks at Tommy who groans exasperatedly but takes the money all the same.
The air feels like it's breathing new life into him when he makes it outside.
He pulls out a cigarette from the nearly empty pack in his coat pocket and lights it swiftly. As he sucks in the smoke, he starts dialing the usual cab company he used on his prepaid phone.
"Yeah, can you send me a cab. Address is 1201 Kramer. Yeah, Scandals. Right - the gay place with the huge neon pink sign that might as well be a fucking neon ass outside that spells out the word - wait for it... Scandals. Thanks."
Idiot. He drags on his cigarette, reveling in the taste as he slowly blows out the smoke.
It's safe to say he's more than surprised when he hears that soft voice billow smoothly into the night like the smoke curling from his lips.
"Hey."
"What do you want Alvin?"
"It's Kurt, actually."
"That's even worse."
"And you're Sebastian -"
"What are you, some sort of a private dick?"
"No. I'm a high schooler who snuck out under the guise of being at a movie just to feel normal for an hour."
"Normal. At this place?" Sebastian scoffed. "Fuck, how shitty is your life that this dive feels normal?"
"My turn. I take it you're some fascist asshole adrenaline junky who likes to get his kicks by picking up the lay of the week here and occasionally flexing his wiry muscle by smashing bottles over people's heads. Not to mention also being a high schooler."
Sebastian had the right mind to either kick the little shit's teeth in or ravage the shit out of his pinkened lips. He couldn't decide which one. So he settled on letting out an amused chuckle.
"I don't necessarily get my kicks from it and it's the more the like the lay of the day - not week. And you're wrong about the high school thing. I don't do school sweet cheeks."
"What are you some petulant, home schooled brat?"
"No. I'm some petulant escort drop out. School doesn't make me any money Princess."
"E-escort?"
"Mmhm. You know, the kind that fuck for cash."
"You're a - a prostitute?"
"Apparently school does wonders for one's power of deduction. Yeah, I fuck people for money. I've probably fucked half the bar in there at one time or another."
Kurt (he only remembers because - seriously - people still name their kids names that like?), appears just as astonished as he did when the beer bottle shattered against his assailants skull.
"I, um - okay. I'm gonna - do you, need a ride or something?"
"Excuse me?"
"I asked if you need a ride somewhere. I'm heading home and I guess it's the least I can do for you. You did show off your bottle breaking skills on my behalf so..."
"Right." Sebastian flicks the cigarette butt, watching it roll to a stop several feet away, smoke still trailing lightly from the tip. He then turns and faces the Princess, hands now settled in his pockets.
"Look if you want to hook up, we've got to make it quick cause I got shit to do. Normally it's two out the gate but for you... I'll make it an even hundred fifty."
"Sorry?"
"You wanna fuck me Princess. It's cash up front. Blow jobs are fifty. Hand jobs twenty and I don't swallow. So which one's your car?"
Kurt blinks at him, clearly speechless, his pale cheeks tinged pink under Sebastian's scrutiny.
"Well? Which car?"
"I don't want a blow job or a hand job or anything remotely near that. I just wanted to offer you a ride. That's it. Just a ride."
Sebastian's heard that one before. He'd even made the mistake of believing it once. That one ended with him needing a few stitches above his eye and having a sore jaw for a week. But something tells him that this kid actually doesn't mean him any harm. Not like it matters anyway. The dude was a waif. Sebastian could probably topple him with a single pinky.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Fine. Follow me."
Kurt saunters over to a clean looking SUV, a jet black Navigator that gleamed under the pinkish light washing over it from the reflected lights of the bar sign.
They halt as they reach the car.
"Now if you try anything weird. Like attempt to rob me or... anything else," here the kid's blush glosses over his cheeks, "I'll have you know that I keep pepper spray, and my Dad works at a garage where there are plenty of tools that would work wonderously in causing you gut wrenching pain. So I'd think twice."
Sebastian can't help but chortle. This kid made for good entertainment value if anything.
"Got it Princess. I'll just rob the next twink I see when you drop me off instead."
Kurt shoots him a look mingled with both apprehension and aggravation.
"Kidding sparkles. Shall we?"
Kurt rolls his eyes and hops into the vehicle, Sebastian still chuckling to himself as he closes the passenger side door behind him.
As he settles in, for some reason, they're still not moving.
"What gives Princess? Change your mind about the blow job?"
Kurt sighs heavily. "Gaga, no. I can't go until you put on your seat belt."
Sebastian laughs aloud but then stops when Kurt is still glaring over at him, apparently waiting for him to actually put on his seat belt.
"Wait - you weren't joking?"
Kurt's blue eyes thin, his mouth crimping into a worthy sneer.
"Huh. Okay. You really are uppity aren't you Princess? Maybe you should let me give you a freeby - loosen you up a bit. I'm sure any man who gets up your ass is gonna be pissed when his dick gets chafed by the stick you have stuck up there so really, I'd be doing them a favor."
"And now, we're off," Kurt sing songs, obviously miffed but choosing to not be goaded when he hears Sebastian's belt fasten closed.
They stay silent most of the ride with the exception being Sebastian redialing the cab company to cancel his transport and Kurt whispering out lyrics to some god awful show tune that Sebastian thankfully didn't recognize.
Sebastian switches on the radio, mostly just to piss the twink off. He tunes into a soft rock station and settles back into his seat while looking out the window.
"You could've just asked you know?"
"Asked what, sparkles?"
"Asked for me to stop singing. If it bothered you so much."
The kid sounds kind of hurt underneath his show of vexation. That doesn't really help to bolster Sebastian's hopeful amusement. If anything, it kind of deflates it.
"Your voice is weird."
Kurt huffs but doesn't say anything.
"But nice though. It sounds... Different. But nice. Honestly. It was more your song choice that was making my ears bleed."
"What? It's from Wicked. Everybody loves Wicked -"
"No. Not everybody obviously. Look can you just - shut up already and drop me off at the motel off of Pendleton? The cross street is Prairie."
Kurt grips the steering wheel tighter and bites his lip as he mumbles, "Mmhm."
Ten minutes later, when they're cruising through residential areas toward Sebastian's stop, Kurt breaks the silence.
"How old are you?"
"Who cares?"
"I'm just curious."
Sebastian shakes his head irritably, drifting into an uncomfortable pause before retorting.
"Eighteen."
"Oh. I take it that you're a Scorpio. You just have that - sting, about you."
"A Taurus actually. My birthday, I think it was yesterday."
Sebastian glimpses the green number signalling the time above Kurt's radio.
"Yeah. Since it's now 12:45 am, making it officially tomorrow. My birthday was yesterday. You can just pull up here," Sebastian points over to the side of the motel where an ice machine was located.
Kurt pulls to a stop and Sebastian climbs out.
"See ya around Princess." He shuts the door, then steps away from the car.
"Wait! Sebastian!"
The light brown head turns to face Kurt, eyebrow raised in obvious inquiry.
"Are you sure - Will you - Are you gonna be okay?"
Sebastian feels his lips curve upward.
"No. But, yeah," and he reverts to strolling back toward the motel entrance only to be halted once again by the sound of a door slamming shut. Kurt leans against his car, using it for a hard surface to write something down, and then bounds up to Sebastian, small slip of paper in hand.
"It's my number. Just - use it. You know, if you need something."
"Or if you need a quickie. Offer still stands. I don't even mind keeping my other customers waiting."
Kurt's supplies him with a wry smile and states almost affectionately, "Good night Sebastian. Take care of yourself."
Sebastian nods, slipping the paper inside his pocket.
"I always do Princess. I always do," he whispers to himself, as Kurt is now climbing back into his SUV.
Sebastian disappears inside the motel entrance. He stands inside the lobby just out of sight. A full thirty seconds later, Kurt finally pulls off and Sebastian steps back outside, leaning against the stucco wall as he pulls out another cigarette.
He had a feeling if Princess would've seen him take up his post outdoors that he wouldn't have been able to pull off. Probably would've scared off any potentials with his gay griping about hygiene or something else equally uptight.
Sebastian chuckles to himself again. He guessed the thought was sort of comforting... Somebody actually caring. Even if it was fleeting.
His mind wanders back to the confines of his life. He thinks that he'd better hit a couple John's before heading back to the apartment. Simon didn't tolerate being short with his cut. Simon never tolerated anything that wasn't to his liking. Which unfortunately felt like everything.
A/N: So... shall I continue? Please let me know what's on your mind. Many thanks!