Prompt: Kurt cheats on Blaine with Sebastian. Blaine finds out but doesn't know who with. Blaine seeks comfort from Guilty!Sebastian. (Just in case you were wondering where this came from)
A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews already, guys! It means a lot. I am not always the best at updating so I hope you can bear with me. No smut yet, coming soon. Also the painting I was picturing is here: aviemet(.)divitu(.)com/pictures/Surrealism%20Painting/Paintings/Max% I chose it because it's my favorite. Anyways, enjoy!
Kurt expected the car ride to be awkward, at least as awkward as the ride from McKinley to Blaine's house the first time they went to have sex. With shifting eyes that never met and thick, impenetrable silence. But this…this was completely different. The second Sebastian pulled out of the parking lot, his hand was inching up Kurt's leg, rubbing circles and teasing around the one spot that Kurt wanted, needed it to be. Sebastian smirked when Kurt groaned after he pressed a feather light touch over Kurt's half hard cock that was straining to be touched. He couldn't help it when he bucked his hips into Sebastian's hand. He loved this feeling; the feeling of being wanted and desired, like he wasn't about to break. Sebastian continued rubbing just hard enough for Kurt to feel it but not quite hard enough.
Sebastian pulled his hand back and said in a taunting voice, "Don't want you ruining all the fun. Not that I couldn't make you come again."
Kurt glared at Sebastian but he couldn't pretend that the 'holier than thou' attitude that the taller boy possessed didn't turn him on a bit. So rather than replying, Kurt unbuckled the seatbelt and leaned over to lick up Sebastian's neck which had a vein pulsing out increasingly more as he rubbed Kurt's groin. It was good to know that Kurt wasn't the only one trying to hold back. Sebastian's eyes fluttered and Kurt smiled into his hot and now slick neck. "I think if anyone's in danger of coming early, it's you," Kurt whispered seductively, simultaneously dragging his hand up Sebastian's thigh until his hand was clasped around Sebastian's erection inside his pants.
Heat. Heat and anticipation were the only two things that Sebastian could even begin to register in that car; that tiny, enclosed space. With Kurt mouthing over his neck, just below the curve of his jaw and God how did he know that was his most sensitive spot, he was trying not to scream. That coupled with Kurt's hand rubbing painfully slow over his cock, Sebastian had to force himself to pay attention to the road. Kurt moved back into his seat too soon and Sebastian groaned. "How do you like being teased, hm?" Kurt said with a smirk similar to the one Sebastian wore moments before.
"You suck, you know that?" it was difficult for Sebastian not to buck his hips into the air for how turned on Kurt made him.
"No, but I will soon." Sebastian knew the remark was meant to simply make him come more undone so he forced himself to regain composure. He refused to give Kurt the satisfaction of being in control. He smirked and slid out of the car, making his way around to open Kurt's door, flourishing his arm out dramatically.
"Well you're right about that," Kurt glared at Sebastian's self-satisfied grin and hopped out, being sure to move his hips tantalizingly. Sebastian let his eyes wander down Kurt's body, admiring the swing of his ass as he made his way to the large wooden doors of the house. As he unlocked the door and stepped inside, Sebastian felt his heart race. This was it, he would finally get to make Kurt scream his name and forget about Blaine completely. "Welcome to you place of fuckery for the day," Sebastian said, waiting for a glare that never came.
Kurt was busy staring in awe at the gorgeous entryway that he stood in. A huge and intricately carved stairway stood at his front and expensive art hung tastefully on the walls which were painted a calming deep green. "Like what you see?" Sebastian piqued, breaking Kurt out of his reverie.
"Your parents have incredible taste," Kurt replied simply after making his way over to a beautiful painting, fingering the corner of it lightly.
Sebastian could see how in love Kurt was with his home and it instilled a sense of pride in him. Not pride in his wealth but pride in the fact that this was something he and Kurt shared; their love for beautiful things. Sebastian wandered to the opposite side of the painting. "Actually, I picked that one out." Kurt raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. "No, really," Sebastian chuckled, "Surrealism is my favorite. I begged my mother to put the Ernst in here but she thinks his work is too disturbing for the foyer."
Kurt was now watching Sebastian speak and felt a rush of a new type of attraction towards him. He was cultured and had excellent taste in art as well as an extremely talented mouth. And Kurt didn't know how he hadn't seen it before. Sebastian looked back to Kurt and their eyes locked. "She should've gone with the Ernst." The statement was simple but it had an underlying meaning and they both knew it.
"That's why it's in my room now." And with that, Sebastian grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him towards the staircase, a smile playing on his tantalizing lips.
Suddenly, Kurt couldn't get up the steps fast enough and he ended up dragging Sebastian after him. "Which one's your bedroom?" Kurt asked in a huff once they reached the top of the stairs.
"Easy there, tiger, don't want to get too ahead of yourself," when Kurt did nothing but give him his bitchiest stare, Sebastian shrugged and opened the first door on the right, once again feeling his pace quicken as Kurt finally made his way into his spacious room.
Despite the fact that Kurt wanted nothing more than to grab Sebastian's collar and kiss him, Kurt held himself back because he couldn't help but admire the perfection that was Sebastian's room. It was nothing like what Kurt expected. He thought there would be pictures of half-naked men on the walls and piles of tacky clothes everywhere. Instead he saw a simply decorated large room. One wall was made up entirely of windows, giving Kurt a clear view of the field stretching behind the house. A packed bookshelf and a dresser lined the back wall next to a comfortable looking love seat that had books scattered around it. Above a king side bed was the painting that Kurt had been dying to see. He stood next to the bed and stared up at the Ernst longingly, taking in the colors and shapes that had always drawn him into surrealism. "Beautiful," he whispered.
"Yeah, you are," Sebastian said quietly. He was closer than he had been a moment before; Kurt could feel his breath on the back of his neck and it sent chills down his spine. Kurt turned around and found Sebastian standing less than a food away with eyes darkened by lust. Before he could fully appreciate how sexy he looked like that, Sebastian mercifully crashed their lips together for the second time. He pushed Kurt back until his knees made contact bed and he was forced to fall onto his back.
Sebastian straddled Kurt's hips and broke the kiss to catch his breath. He was staring at Kurt's lips but the smaller boy tugged the hair at the nape of his neck so he was forced to stare into Kurt's eyes. He got lost in their blue-green depths for a few moments before leaning back down, his hands resting on either side of Kurt's head. Their lips met again but it was slower, more sensual and warm. Kurt was first to deepen the kiss. He grazed his tongue along Sebastian's bottom lip and groaned when he sucked it into his mouth, using just the right amount of teeth to send Kurt's nerves into a tizzy.
Sebastian hummed in pleasure against Kurt's mouth and it all felt too intimate. He wasn't used to this. Taking it slow was not his style; normally by now, Sebastian would have both their clothes off and he would be fucking Kurt against a wall. Yet here he was, almost coming in his pants just from kissing Kurt, a boy who just a few weeks ago was nothing but an annoying twink to him. This shouldn't have felt right but it did and he never wanted it to end.