A/N: Warning for anxiety, talk about the cut on Sebastian's arm, and Sebastian being kind of a dick during sex.

4:00 p.m. – 4:59 p.m.

"So, have you ever been defiled outdoors?" Sebastian asks, openly watching his cock slide slowly into Kurt's waiting entrance.

"Not yet," Kurt replies as he spreads his legs wide and opens up for his boyfriend, eyes closed with head thrown back, biting his lower lip as he feels Sebastian inch forward. Kurt breathes deeply as he adjusts to the stretch, the slight burn, muscles still on lockdown because of a chill inside his muscles he can't seem to shun. "But you seem to be doing a good job so far."

With shallow thrusts that take Sebastian farther and deeper, Kurt envelops Sebastian completely, until his body is full and begging for Sebastian to move. He feels Sebastian's hands leave his body and waits for his touch – but it doesn't come. He hears a soft scratch, scratch, scratch noise from somewhere nearby and raises an eyelid. Kurt catches Sebastian as he slides warm hands – significantly warmer than Kurt's skin - under his knees, lifting Kurt's legs and bringing them up to rest against his chest, ankles at his shoulders.

Then Sebastian stops…and he stares straight ahead.

"Is…is everything alright, honey?" Kurt asks. Sebastian's glassy eyes look off into the blank space of the tent, the expression on his face – his body language overall – nervous, uncomfortable. It doesn't fill Kurt with too much confidence when Sebastian swallows hard. "Sebastian?" Kurt whispers, his voice unsteady, feeling vulnerable in the position he's in – lying on his back with Sebastian holding on to his legs. Sebastian's eyes dart down at Kurt, but then quickly back up. "Sebastian? What is it?"

There's a breath of silence, and both men stay still, locked in place – Sebastian watching and Kurt waiting. A whistle of wind bats against the tent, making Sebastian jump, but it dies down, and he relaxes.

"Nothing," Sebastian says, his voice strained. "I thought…" another hard swallow as he shakes his head, "nothing…" He sighs heavily and then smirks down at Kurt, holding his legs tight.

"What, nothing?" Kurt asks. "You went white for a second. What's going on?"

"Nothing," Sebastian repeats, and Kurt knows that the next words out of his mouth are going to be dismissive at best. "For a second, I thought I saw something, but it was nothing."

"Saw something!?" Kurt cranes his head, bending his neck at an almost 90 degree angle to try and see outside, but the tent wall is blue and translucent, which means all Sebastian really saw was the shadow of something – something that scared him, even if only a little. "Like what?"

"I thought it might be a bear," Sebastian says, way more at ease with the idea than Kurt could ever possibly be.

"A…a bear!?" Kurt nearly screams, but catches himself, not really wanting to attract the attention of a bear if one happens to be walking around their campsite.

"Calm down, princess," Sebastian says, holding Kurt's wriggling body close. "It was nothing."

"A bear is not nothing!" Kurt argues, attempting to turn his head again, but Sebastian pulls him back in.

"It wasn't a bear," Sebastian assures him. "If it was, you would have heard it, but you didn't, did you?"

Kurt has to think about Sebastian's question before it makes sense.

"No," he admits. "I didn't hear anything but the wind."

"See?" Sebastian smiles smugly, moving now that Kurt's body starts to become pliant. "Now, let's get back to the important stuff."

"Well, if it wasn't a bear," Kurt presses, "what could it have been?"

Sebastian stops with a sigh, letting go of Kurt's left leg to scratch his right arm. "A shadow from one of the trees. Or the ranger checking out the campsite, making sure we're alright. But whatever I thought it was, I don't see anything now, so can we forget about it and get back to having sex?"

Kurt isn't convinced. He doesn't have a good feeling about these woods…or any woods…or nature in general, for that matter. But he didn't see what Sebastian thought he saw, and he didn't hear anything out of the ordinary – just the same persistent breeze off the river, and he'd better get used to that. It doesn't seem to be going anywhere soon.

"Okay," Kurt nods. That one word opens the depraved flood gates of Sebastian's mind and he attacks Kurt's body full-force. Kurt giggles at his boyfriend's sudden enthusiasm, moving his legs down Sebastian's arms to hook his knees over Sebastian's elbows, giving Kurt more leverage to lift his ass up higher.

"God, Kurt," Sebastian moans, moving in and out of Kurt's body faster. "You feel so fucking amazing, babe. You're (scratch, scratch)…"

Kurt watches Sebastian scratch his arm and raises an eyebrow.

Kurt didn't notice if Sebastian had been scratching during foreplay when Sebastian had his head buried between Kurt's legs. With Kurt's cock down his boyfriend's throat, he might have been a little distracted. But Sebastian is kneeling above him, and Kurt sees every time Sebastian scratches that wound on his arm – the one that Kurt thinks may have gotten longer, but knows has gotten redder and more irritated every time Sebastian takes his nails to it.

"Sebastian," Kurt says, groaning when Sebastian speeds his pace, hitting Kurt purposefully hard but short of his target, "don't you think you should put something on that cut? You keep scratching at it, it's going to get infected."

Sebastian huffs, rolling his head on his neck, trying to concentrate on what his body feels, all the conflicting sensations, some more urgent than others.

"Kurt, (scratch, scratch) this really isn't the time (scratch, scratch) to discuss this."

"I might agree if you did more actual fucking than scratching." Kurt shifts under Sebastian's weight, avoiding an elbow to the cock as Sebastian changes positions to scratch again.

"I'm sorry, hun," Sebastian mumbles, rubbing his arm against Kurt's leg for friction, "but now that it's dried out, it's itchy. But to be honest, I don't think I'm scratching that much." Sebastian stops pounding after a couple of strokes to scratch with Kurt glaring up at him, and Sebastian's fingers cease.

"Uh…sorry."

"Right." Kurt sighs. "Look, I'm getting a cramp, so maybe we can finish up here?"

"Wow," Sebastian says, holding Kurt's legs tight to avoid scratching, "aren't you the romantic?"

"I try," Kurt says. "Now fuck me."

Sebastian moves, squeezing Kurt's legs tighter and tighter, crushing his knees uncomfortably, arms twitching with Sebastian's urge to scratch. But regardless of all the fidgeting, Sebastian finds his groove in Kurt's body…which doesn't do much for Kurt, but Sebastian is definitely enjoying himself.

"God, Kurt…" Sebastian repeats, readjusting Kurt's legs, more for the friction of Kurt's leg hair against his itchy arm than anything else. "Oh my God…

"Um, Sebastian…" Kurt reaches out a hand, trying to get Sebastian to look at him, to see his loss of arousal, but Sebastian's eyelids flutter shut.

"Yes, babe," Sebastian continues, long and loud, taking advantage of being outdoors to be obscene with the volume of his voice. "That's it, Kurt…"

"Sebastian…" Kurt flails an arm to swipe at Sebastian's skin, but with Sebastian's constant squirming and shuffling, he moves just out of Kurt's reach. "Sebastian…I need…" Kurt twists, contorting to move his hips in a way that will send Sebastian's every thrust right to Kurt's hidden sweet spot, but he falls a hair short each time.

"Yes, Kurt," Sebastian says with a shudder. "Keep doing that. Yes, yes, yes…"

"Sebastian!" Kurt grunts in frustration.

"Kuurrrt!" Sebastian exclaims, his hips starting to stutter.

"SEBASTIAN, GODDAMMIT!"

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech

It's an ear-splitting sound like none Kurt has ever heard before – loud, sharp, and grossly inhuman. The high-pitched wail echoes everywhere inside and out, bouncing off the tent walls, ringing through their ears till it feels like it's piercing Kurt's brain, and then fading into nothing but a rustle of leaves, which flutter down from the treetops and spatter the roof of the tent like pregnant drops of rain.

Kurt's body freezes solid and the hairs on his body prickle, sprouting like nettles all over his skin.

Sebastian doesn't stop, but his eyes open and he looks all around the tent, then at his boyfriend, bent almost in half and turning red-faced beneath him.

"Jesus Christ, Kurt!" Sebastian chuckles, apparently not as traumatized by that banshee-esque howl as Kurt is. "Was that you?"

"Um, no," Kurt answers, leaving off the jackass moniker at the end of that statement even though Sebastian more than earned it. Kurt is barely able to speak - an overpowering, primal sense of warning locking his lips, coupled with the speed Sebastian is fucking him, fit to drive Kurt through the air mattress and into the tent floor, digging a ditch in the earth underneath. "That…that came from outside."

"Oh, well," Sebastian says, blowing it off, pausing a brief moment to scratch his arm against Kurt's leg, "it was probably just a screech owl. I always thought you two bore a startling resemblance."

"Ha…ha…" Kurt deadpans, trying to catch his breath between thrusts that are becoming painful without coming anywhere close to erotic for Kurt. "Sebastian, could you…maybe just…"

"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian moans, managing to alternate between scratching his arm and driving his cock into Kurt's body without much pause in between, "I think…I'm cumming…I'm cumming…oh God…"

"Well, I'm not," Kurt whines, knowing that it's all downhill from here if he doesn't manage to change angles or do something so he can cum, too. "So can you please…"

But it's too late. Kurt has had sex with Sebastian enough times to know when he's going to blow. He knows Sebastian's 'o' face, knows how his body reacts, how his hands clench and his right foot repeatedly and sporadically hits the floor. Sebastian cums, but despite all his moaning, his Oh Kurt and Oh God-ing, he doesn't orgasm as hard as usual. The whole act is anticlimactic, for Kurt especially, who is left frustrated and wanting on an ice-cold air mattress with his legs in the air. Too quickly and way out-of-character for Sebastian (who usually likes to bask in the afterglow of his sexual prowess with his cock stuffed inside his boyfriend's ass), he drops Kurt's legs and pulls out, sitting on his heels and scratching at his arm like he's trying to tear it off.

"God," Sebastian says, digging into the skin with his blunt nails in an alarming manner. "I didn't think I was going to last long enough to finish. This is driving me crazy."

"At least you finished," Kurt gripes, sitting up and grabbing Sebastian's arm, covering the wound with his hands to keep it safe from Sebastian's destructive nails. "Don't you think that maybe you shouldn't be scratching this? You're just going to make it worse."

"Nngh!" Sebastian grunts, struggling to free his arm from Kurt's grasp. Sebastian twists back and forth, throwing Kurt left and right like a ragdoll. "Let go, you fucking parasite!" Sebastian laughs. "You know, you're freakishly strong! Let go! Let go!" Kurt manages to hold on but Sebastian slips his arm out far enough to expose the scratch, then plops down on his side and rubs his arm against the velour top of the air mattress.

"I give up," Kurt sighs, abandoning his efforts and crawling away to the far side of the mattress, leaving his boyfriend to scratch the skin off his arm.

"Don't be an old fuddy-duddy," Sebastian says, rubbing down the length of the mattress like a Golden Retriever with a bur in its ear.

"Fuck you," Kurt bites, lying on his back and wrapping his fingers around his half-hard cock. "I'm going to masturbate and then go to bed."

"Noooo," Sebastian whines, rubbing a trail Kurt's way. "You can't go to bed now. The sun hasn't even set yet."

"Yeah, well," Kurt says, stroking slowly, shutting his eyes to focus on the movement of his hand, "between our swim in the fucking freezing river, your creepy possible Sasquatch sighting, and the disappointing sex of a few minutes ago, I think I'd rather be asleep."

"You'd really rather be asleep than stay up all night with me?" Sebastian asks, half-playful, half-genuinely-hurt, reclining beside Kurt's body to watch him jerk-off. Sebastian has a fascination with the way Kurt touches himself, wholly in love with Kurt's hands and his technique – his long fingers, his smooth palm, his carefully calculated strokes and subtle twists. It takes Sebastian's mind off of the scratch on his arm for a while – and the strange shadow he saw lurking around outside.

At least, he thought he saw it. His head has been pounding something fierce since they got out of the river. Adrenaline overload, more than likely, along with some dehydration. A bottle or two of water and he should be fine. Sebastian decides not to mention it to Kurt. No need to worry him with those details if he's going to flip his shit over an insignificant scratch.

Kurt gasps and Sebastian feels a twinge of shame, knowing he epically failed in the orgasm department.

"Wh-what did you have in mind?" Kurt asks in a breathy voice, his hips bucking up against the movement of his hand.

"Let's go do the Boy Scout thing, hmm?" Sebastian says, running his fingertips down Kurt's chest, circling his nipples lightly, then bending to lick over the one closest.

"We're going to…mmm…discriminate against homosexuals and…aaah…help some old people cross the street?" Kurt snarks with eyebrow raised.

"No," Sebastian says, sucking on Kurt's nipple till he gasps louder. "Let's make s'mores, roast weenies, sing songs. Let's be obnoxious and childish and immature and have fun." Sebastian has something else in mind, something he needs Kurt in a better mood to pull off. His eyes flick subconsciously to where his wet jeans lay discarded in a pile, needing to know that his secret is safe.

"What we were doing a…a…a second ago wasn't fun?" Kurt asks sarcastically, hand stroking faster. "It seems like you got a big kick out of it."

Sebastian grabs Kurt's free hand by the wrist and holds it above his head, kissing him hard. His tongue slides inside Kurt's mouth, mimicking the movement of his hand, coaxing Kurt to cum.

"It was fun," Sebastian whispers, massaging Kurt's thigh, "and we can definitely do that again later…"

"Ooo, goody. I can't…I can't wait," Kurt mutters, shivering when Sebastian replaces Kurt's hand with his own, and starts marking up Kurt's neck with gentle nips.

"Buuuut," Sebastian continues against Kurt's skin, "we should really start our campfire before it gets too dark. Setting up a fire by flashlight is not fun, and we're not going to have much of a moon out there to help us."

"I…I…" Kurt starts to argue, but the orgasm he'd been working toward steals the argument right from his throat. Intense, mind-blurring pleasure washes over him in waves, each one squeezing the breath from his lungs. The first few waves over, it hits him again harder when he feels Sebastian's hot, silky tongue cleaning the cum off his stomach, and an errant spurt gets Sebastian right across the cheek. Reeling and breathless, Kurt doubles over with laughter when Sebastian hovers over and glares at him, a single rope of white dripping down his cheek. Kurt screws up his face, peering into Sebastian's unamused eyes. In his eyes, Kurt sees something – something Sebastian isn't telling him. But as much as he would like to torture and interrogate his boyfriend for information, his stomach growls, twisting inside out in its need for sustenance. After everything they've been through in one afternoon, they have to eat.

There's no going to bed for Kurt now.

Besides, after that orgasm, Kurt is feeling generous. He might be willing to give Sebastian a second chance at sex after dinner.

"Fine," Kurt says, "let's go make a campfire in the spooky woods and eat some unhealthy and highly processed junk food." Sebastian rolls his eyes, starting to scratch his arm again, and Kurt shakes his head. He sits up, pushing Sebastian aside and heading for his bag in the corner of the tent. He opens the front pocket, roots around with his hand, and pulls out a bunch of tubes and jars, examining each one in the scant bit of sunlight illuminating the walls. "But take this and use it." He tosses a red tube of hydrocortisone to Sebastian.

"Yes, mom," Sebastian says, grabbing the tube and looking at it with an unimpressed gaze.

"What mom? You barely have any skin left on that arm and you have the nerve to be an asshole?" Kurt snaps, blissful orgasm-related euphoria gone. "You know, you dragged me out to the Godforsaken middle-of-nowhere. I'm not the one who knows how to survive in the wilderness. We could get seriously hurt out here. I wish you would take things a little more seriously."

"I don't need to," Sebastian says, opening the tube and squeezing out some thick white ointment into his palm. "I have you to be a frickin' killjoy and worry about all the dull, unimportant shit." Sebastian looks over at his jeans and smiles. "I'll be the fun, spontaneous one."