A/N Added warning for this chapter: slight-dub con.
Fully expecting Sebastian to correct her, Kurt didn't even bother to formulate a reply. So when Sebastian grabbed one of the hands Kurt rested on the table, the unsuspecting man's shock nearly paralyzed him. Somehow he managed to keep a neutral face, waiting to see where this was going.
"Well, we both grew up in Ohio and met during high school. We got together not long after becoming acquainted. Then when we both decided to move to New York for school, it only seemed practical that each of us save some money by finding a place together."
Sebastian turned to look at his companion. In this moment Kurt was indescribably grateful for all those years of acting training, as now he could smile while mentally swearing revenge on his roommate.
Amanda chimed in with a genuinely sweet tone to her voice,
"High school sweethearts, how lovely! Where are you studying, Kurt?"
At least this much he could talk about truthfully.
"I'm at the New York Academy of the Dramatic arts, in the acting program."
Michael hadn't said much throughout the meal, but perked up a bit at this news.
"I hear that's a very prestigious program with a high success rate for graduates. Congratulations on getting in."
Kurt's cheeks pinked and Sebastian cast him an adoring look, which Kurt knew to be completely false but that surely appeared convincing to anyone else.
"We're all very proud of him, especially since somehow he also finds time for an internship at , on top of designing and constructing much of his own wardrobe."
While managing to pull off a humble expression, inside Kurt's head he was screaming "why are you trying to make me sound as stereotypically gay as possible?" He was proud of his accomplishments and harbored no shame about his life choices, but Sebastian was deliberately delivering select information and Kurt wanted to know why.
All this time, the Stanley's remained mute, looking somewhat uncomfortable but clearly trying to hide it. The students on the other hand all seemed unperturbed and somewhat intrigued. At the mention of fashion, Sandra's face lit up.
"Really, you do all that? That's incredible. I may be doomed to a professional life of business attire, but I still devour every issue of Vogue and I do love my shoes. Perhaps I can drag you out shopping with me sometime?"
Kurt struggled to pinpoint the moment when the conversation began focusing on him. He chose not to think about it too hard, considering that these were all things he knew how to talk about. Laughing, he responded,
"There will be no dragging necessary. I can't imagine ever turning down an opportunity to shop."
The professor cleared his throat loudly, effortlessly cutting in to the chatter.
"Sebastian," he said calmly, "may I speak to you out front for a moment?"
As though he anticipated this, Sebastian responded with equal evenness,
"Of course, sir." He twisted toward to a mildly confused Kurt and pecked him quickly on the cheek. Facing the rest of the table he gave a shallow bow. "Excuse me, I won't be gone long."
Once sequestered in a corner of the lobby, the elder man pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply before speaking.
"Mr. Smythe, I'm not positive precisely what you are trying to do, but I am sure that I do not much appreciate it."
Sebastian feigned ignorance, though he knew exactly what this discussion was about.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't understand what you mean."
Professor Stanley's eyes opened and he frowned at his student.
"Do not try to fool me, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about. If you want to be successful in this business, one thing you must learn is how to keep appropriate company and maintain a suitable image. Regardless of what you do in your personal life, flaunting it around your professional peers is entirely unacceptable behavior."
Prepared for this, Sebastian squared his shoulders and coolly offered his carefully thought out retort.
"One thing you continue reiterating to us is that the most important trait a lawyer needs to exude in a professional setting is confidence. I am nothing if not confident, in all pursuits of life. I am not ashamed of myself or the life I choose to lead. Should I ever opt to hide even a fraction of either, the confidence in which I take such pride would be in danger of wavering. I cannot afford for that to happen." He let this sink in for a moment before continuing. "So with all due respect sir, please tell me if it is worth sacrificing my most valuable attribute for the sake of your comfort?"
A period of still silence passed between them before the professor nodded, though he didn't verbally address Sebastian except to say,
"We should return to our table."
The two men rejoined their party gracefully, apologizing for their brief absence. Michael and Joe were chatting about basketball. Kurt and the ladies, even Mrs. Stanley, were in the midst of what sounded like a heated debate about the merits of classic versus modern Broadway musicals. Conversation flowed rather easily for another 20 minutes or so before beginning to taper off. Sebastian and Kurt were first to take their leave, making the excuse that Kurt had an early appointment with his boss the next morning. Without speaking they walked outside and hailed a cab to return home.
Even though the evening had not been entirely unpleasant, Kurt lingered in a state of resentment toward Sebastian for pulling his little stunt without warning. He hardly knew where to begin in questioning his roommate about what happened. As a result, the ride back to the apartment passed without a word spoken between them. Sebastian knew that his behavior would not escape Kurt's wrath, so he simply waited for the outburst. There didn't seem to be much sense in provoking the inevitable.
It wasn't until they stood in the hallway, locking the door and removing their coats, when Kurt finally burst. But in true Hummel fashion, "burst" meant "speak in a chillingly measured voice that is more terrifying than yelling."
"So, do you mind explaining to me what the fuck that was all about?"
Bracing himself for the impending battle, Sebastian cast Kurt an exasperated look.
"Can I at least change and sit down first? Maybe even make myself a drink? I have a feeling I need one for whatever bitching is about to do."
Kurt's expression did not change— while his features were calm, his eyes stormed in a way that Sebastian had only seen once before. The memory of that encounter in the shower, combined with the way Kurt currently crowded further into his personal space, sent a small shiver down his spine.
"No," he stated firmly, "we are talking about this now." His tone left no room for argument, not even from Sebastian. However, predictably, he would try anyway.
Sebastian heaved a put-upon sigh. He held absolutely no inclination of explaining any of his true intentions about making an impression on Professor Stanley. The truth probably would have been enough to make Kurt back off; maybe even forgive him a little bit. Then again, where was the fun in that?
"Are you honestly surprised? Since when do I turn down an opportunity to fuck with you?"
Kurt moved in further, effectively pinning Sebastian to the door without actually touching him.
"Are you telling me that act was your plan all along?"
"Of course it was." Sebastian shrugged, feeling the rage rolling off of the body blocking his escape route. "Other than convincing you to come to your senses and allow me fuck you, finding new ways of catching you off guard and seeing you sweat is one of my favorite hobbies."
Had his temper not been rising steadily for the better part of two hours, Kurt most likely would have drawn this argument out awhile longer. Normally he never allowed Sebastian to get under his skin so easily. Insults and witty comebacks would be tossed back and forth until one or the other grew bored, got the last word in, and wandered off to do something else. Tonight, however, Kurt was fuming and his patience broke before he could collect himself.
With no plan and no words, consumed with an anger that halted all rational thought, Kurt used his entire weight to throw his body at Sebastian, slamming the smug man hard against the door. His eyes shot manic arrows and Sebastian met them with challenge swimming in his own. Instinct took over and without thinking Kurt surged forward, smashing their lips together forcefully. An audible thud echoed around the room as Sebastian's head crashed against the unforgiving wood.
Kurt wasted no time in ripping Sebastian's lips apart and jamming his tongue into the as-of-yet-unresponsive mouth. It took a moment before Sebastian realized what was happening, but after catching his bearings he didn't hesitate to reciprocate with equal fervor. There was no finesse, no gentle caressing of lips and tongue, not a trace of anything that one might describe as passion. This kiss was merely an exchange of energy; a tool for releasing some of that intensity before allowing it to build and explode.
As the two continued their wordless fight via mouth, Kurt took advantage of his body crushed flush against Sebastian's and began to rocking his hips forward. He felt the man beneath him struggle to detach his face, neck rolling sideways and tongue ceasing to fight back. Kurt followed the movements, refusing to allow any sort of freedom that might allow speaking. He kept up the steady rhythm, relentlessly rutting against Sebastian's crotch, both of them hard within the confines of their expensive slacks. Under typical circumstances Kurt would fret over the way in which he was treating such expensive garments but these were not, by any stretch of the imagination, typical circumstances.
Sebastian kept resisting, furiously thrashing his head this way and that, attempting to twist his body free. The harder he fought, the stronger Kurt pressed against him, determined to maintain every bit of control in this situation. Without realizing it, each endeavor to wriggle away from his aggressor only served to create more friction on his cock. Despite not entirely wanting what was happening, undeniable arousal flowed through him, as evidenced by his persistent erection.
After an indeterminable amount of time Sebastian broke what, by that point, only barely counted as a kiss. He gasped roughly and Kurt did not immediately claim him again, needing oxygen himself, though he went on grinding recklessly.
"Hummel," Sebastian rasped, "I swear to god, if you make me come in these pants…"
He didn't get to finish as Kurt cut him off with another fierce connection of lips, pulling away after a moment to growl,
"Then you'll take them to the fucking dry cleaners."
For the first time since their encounter began, Kurt stilled completely, though he did not bodily release the man under him. He looked directly into Sebastian's eyes, no longer emerald green but a color more akin to the rainforest floor after a storm, and found he could not read the thoughts behind them. Kurt's intense gaze lost its previous hints of malice, though what exactly replaced it, he did not know.
This time Sebastian moved first. Kurt still held him in place against the door, but it was Sebastian's mouth that initiated the final connection of their bodies. Now their pelvises rolled in tandem, each man succumbing to the reality an impending orgasm that was too close to walk away from. It wasn't much longer before Kurt broke away, moaning loudly as he spurted, hot and blindingly powerful, into his briefs. Sebastian slid more quickly along Kurt's thigh for another few moments before following suit, dropping his head onto the already sated man's shoulder.
They stayed in this position for maybe 20 seconds, panting and waiting for full consciousness to return. As soon as Kurt trusted his shaky legs he stepped back a bit, leaving Sebastian to stumble forward after being supported for so long. With surprising deftness, given his post-orgasmic state, Kurt shucked off his jacket before removing his trousers and pulling the belt free. By now Sebastian was upright, but still immobile. Standing unabashedly in his shirt and stained underwear, Kurt turned to walk away and thrust the soiled clothing towards the door without a second glance.
"What the hell, Princess?" came a voice from behind him.
Kurt paused to glance over his shoulder. Sebastian held an armful of discarded clothes, glaring at him with a mixture of disdain and confusion. With a grin Kurt said only,
"Thanks for offering to pick up the dry cleaning bill." He entered his room, beginning to close the door when he heard a resigned chuckle from the hallway and a barely audible "cheeky little shit."
The subsequent months leading up to graduation passed by smoothly enough. Only one other serious altercation occurred between the roommates, which ended with Kurt's dick down Sebastian's throat. Immediately after his orgasm Kurt walked out of the room, leaving an irate Sebastian to jerk off alone. After that incident, it was business as usual between the two men until summer break rolled around.
Kurt chose to spend the time back in Ohio with his family while Sebastian stayed behind for the internship that Professor Stanley ended up referring him for, but before Kurt took off both of them agreed to sign a contract renewing the lease on their apartment for another year. He figured that enough weeks apart would allow him to recharge his patience for another 12 months spent living with Sebastian. When he weighed the price of finding a new place against the cost of occasionally relinquishing a small amount of pride, he decided that the latter proved a wiser investment.
A/N: I've grown rather fond of this verse, so if there's anything from it that you'd like to read, shoot me a prompt and I'll see what I can do!
