A/N Thanks to everyone who read chapter one, especially tomada and DivaDi103 for the encouraging reviews. Being relatively new to the Glee fandom, I'm trying to build a readership, so I hope you all enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter Two
Right Now
When Sebastian strolled into the Lima Bean coffee shop the following day, he moved slowly, but didn't favor what had to still be painful ribs.
"So why'd you guys want me here with both of you, huh?" Sebastian asked. His eyes darkened and he scoured the other boys' expressions. "Looking for some three way action?"
Kurt locked his reaction to that down hard, trying to keep from blushing. "Oh please. Like I'd take a buck-tooth-"
"Bas, thanks for coming," Blaine interrupted. Kurt's teeth clicked as he snapped his mouth shut.
Sebastian set his drink on the table and sprawled in the chair across the table from both of them. He wore a half-smile and didn't look put out at all by Kurt's remark. "Well, verbal sparring with your princess is better than banal, concerned chit-chat with the guys at school, so..."
"Sebastian, how are you doing, really?" Blaine asked, his eyes like warm caramel. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Please. I'm fine. More than fine, actually. Relieved that I never have to see that asshole again."
Blaine's puppy dog eyes of compassion made Sebastian's stomach twist. He turned his focus on Kurt, whose expression was understanding but not pitying.
"That's okay, Sebastian. Any news on when the funeral will be?" Kurt asked conversationally.
"I'm not going, so who gives a fuck?"
"I think that's a bad idea," Kurt replied, shrugging.
"We can go with you if you want," Blaine offered.
"I'm not going," Sebastian snapped.
Blaine recoiled, but Kurt just gave him a raised eyebrow.
"If this is just you two having an amateur intervention or something, I am so out of here," Sebastian said as he started to rise.
"No! Bas, please stay," Blaine said quickly. Kurt didn't speak but his look was challenging: stay, I dare you.
Sebastian settled back and took a sip of his coffee.
"You guys been to Scandals recently?"
"We've been rather busy getting ready for nationals," Kurt said, smirking.
"I'm sure you all need as much practice as you can get," Sebastian replied, and the match was begun.
Blaine mostly watched and listened as Kurt and Sebastian tweaked each other's noses and exchanged sneers and sarcastic remarks. He found himself wondering if the two would snipe at one another even in an intimate situation, and thinking how hot that would be.
Somehow, by the time Blaine and Sebastian had to leave to drive back to Westerville, Kurt and Bas had each other's cell phone numbers and they shook hands as they all parted ways.
Blaine and Kurt lingered together in the parking lot after Sebastian drove away in his Porsche, which Kurt had teased was a symbolic penis substitute, and that had garnered a reply about the size of Kurt's Navigator compensating for his own lack below the belt. Kurt had merely smirked at that.
"That went well," Blaine said. They stood close, up against the side of Kurt's vehicle to stay as inconspicuous as they could.
"I think so, too. It was actually fun with him keeping his claws in. Mostly."
In truth, the banter had definitely seemed playful rather than scathing, and the difference was palpable.
"So maybe a friendship is possible, huh?"
"Yes, I think it is. I also think he should go to his dad's funeral. We'll have to work on that."
"I love you, Kurt. Thank you for...being you."
A very brief hug and quick kiss was all they were willing to risk in a public place, then they each headed home.
That evening Kurt was unsurprised to receive a text from Sebastian.
From Sebastian: you two aren't the only ones pushing me to go to that bastard's funeral.
From Kurt: when is it?
From Sebastian: Saturday
From Kurt: if you go, I'll go. Blaine too
From Sebastian: I don't want to go. Don't want to waste anymore time on him
From Kurt: closure isn't for him, it's for you, and it's worth your time
From Sebastian: you're such a pushy bitch
From Kurt: you want me to talk you into it. Just agree to go and I'll quit bugging you.
From Sebastian: so you're the Bas expert now?
From Kurt: the Bas whisperer
From Sebastian: I guess if you're whispering your voice would be less girly
From Sebastian: what, I can't insult you by text?
From Kurt: I'd rather keep it real
From Sebastian: you really do have a girly voice, princess
From Sebastian: come on! You know that's truth
From Kurt: are you going to the funeral?
From Sebastian: only if we take your car
From Kurt: okay
So Blaine and Kurt flanked Sebastian as he sat and made scoffing sounds at the positive, regretful comments the pastor and guests made on Saturday. Few people made the extra effort to drive out to the cemetery for the burial, so the crowd was much smaller at the graveside.
Kurt found his hands shaking as they lowered the casket, and he reached blindly for the comfort of holding someone's hand. When he clutched Sebastian's in his own, the tall boy rolled his eyes and looked at Kurt. He dropped the sarcastic remark that was on his lips when he saw how pale and haunted Kurt seemed, and he reached for Blaine's hand, drawing it across his body so all three of their hands entwined.
When the final words were spoken, the boys walked slowly back to the Nav.
"Do you want me to drive?" Blaine asked quietly. Kurt took a deep breath and shook his head.
"I'm fine," Kurt said.
On the highway heading back into Westerville, Sebastian suggested they stop at the 50's diner, and directed Kurt there. Once they were seated and had all gotten milkshakes, Sebastian couldn't hold back his curiosity any more.
"Why were you sadder at my dad's funeral than I was?" He asked bluntly.
"Bas-" Blaine started, trying to spare Kurt.
But Kurt put his hand on Blaine's leg under the table and gave a soft squeeze. "It's okay. Sebastian, my mom died when I was eight. That was the first burial I've been to since. First human burial, anyway." He exchanged a fond glance with Blaine over the memory of burying the canary Pavorotti, Kurt's song of lament having been what drew them together romantically.
"Jesus. Why the hell did you go today?"
"You're my friend and I didn't want you to be alone," Kurt replied simply.
"...friend? Are we friends now?"
"Well, we text every day, we go out... Either we're friends or we're dating, and sorry, Bas, but I already have a boyfriend," Kurt teased lightly.
Sebastian shocked both the others by blushing and looking away. Kurt and Blaine exchanged surprised glances, then Kurt blushed too when Blaine smiled and waggled his eyebrows.
"I'm kind of surprised you two skinny boys can suck down the carbs like this," Blaine said as the silence lengthened uncomfortably.
"I have a naturally fast metabolism. I can eat anything and not gain weight. It was great when I was in France," Sebastian said, taking the distraction as quickly as possible.
The boys moved on, talking and teasing, but once they had dropped Sebastian off at his dorm, Blaine turned to Kurt expectantly.
"You saw it! I can't believe that. You know that means he wants you," Blaine gushed. Kurt's face reddened again and he kept very busy driving, trying to avoid responding.
Kurt pondered, and finally turned to Blaine when he'd pulled into the Anderson's driveway.
"Why isn't it weird or stressful or anything with you talking about that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Shouldn't it feel weird? You're excited about the idea of me and Sebastian together, or all three of us or whatever. Shouldn't I feel jealous? Or... I don't know, weird. Plus, it's Sebastian! I didn't like him. I actively disliked him. But now it's just..."
"Kurt... You're a generous, compassionate person. It doesn't surprise me at all that you've forgiven or at least moved past our history with Sebastian. And as for it not being weird that the three of us might have sex or even a relationship... Well, you know that I love you. I know you love me. It's just a given that we are totally confident in each other's affections. So if we have all this love, and all this sexual energy, why not share it?"
Kurt tilted his head, trying to figure out if what Blaine said made sense to him.
"I've been jealous in the past, though. Jealous of everyone who showed interest in you: including Sebastian."
"We aren't talking about me going off to have sex with Sebastian, though. We're talking about maybe sharing some of what we have that's so amazing and special."
Kurt sighed. "I don't know. It just seems like I should be reacting to this more."
"We haven't even talked with him about it anyway. You can keep mulling it over for a while. But, I want you to know that I am actually serious about this. I really think we should try it."
Kurt nodded thoughtfully.
"Can we go inside and have sex now? All this threesome talk has made me super horny."
Kurt laughed. "Yes, baby. Let's go."
~~Glee~~
Kurt didn't end up having as much time as Blaine figured to try to work through his internal struggle before discussing it with Sebastian. The friendship part came up when Kurt and Bas started texting that very evening.
From Sebastian: I actually got worried when you went all pale at the burial. I didn't think you could get any whiter than you already are. You doing okay?
From Kurt: kind of like you blushing at the diner: me getting pale(r) doesn't happen often. But I'm fine, thank you for asking
From Sebastian: what?! When did I blush?
From Kurt: you know when. Don't play coy, it doesn't suit you
From Sebastian: it's weird being friends with you
From Kurt: I said something like that to Blaine today
From Sebastian: yeah?
From Kurt: but I emphasized how NOT weird it actually feels. Shouldn't it be weird? Especially with the flirting and the sparring?
From Sebastian: someone who thinks he's very wise recently told me to just feel what I feel and not get stuck in it
From Kurt: sounds very wise indeed
From Sebastian: whatever
From Sebastian: so with it all not weird, can I see you tomorrow?
From Kurt: Blaine has to spend the day with his parents
From Sebastian: I guess I could deal with just you for a while. Coffee? Maybe a movie? Something else?
From Kurt: are you asking me on a date?
From Sebastian: I have it on good authority that friends can do stuff together and have it not be dating
From Kurt: okay then. Text me in the morning. I need to make sure Blaine's okay with it
From Sebastian: and I thought he was the one who was pussywhipped
From Kurt: femme-shaming. Gee, that's original
From Sebastian: figure of speech. Cock-whipped has a whole different connotation
From Kurt: 'crass', 'Bas'. No wonder they sound alike
From Sebastian: you really don't mind it. Admit it (and you pronounce it Baz- I've heard you)
From Kurt: when you're being serious, I don't mind so much. But I do want to keep our texting as free of the BS as possible
From Sebastian. Yes sir
From Kurt: that's better
From Sebastian: I'll text you in the morning
From Kurt: goodnight
From Sebastian: night
Kurt immediately called Blaine.
"I know you're busy tomorrow, but Bas wants to go out with me. Is that okay with you? It's fine if it's not, of course," Kurt said in a rush.
"No that's great! You should totally go and spend more time with him."
"You're not...jealous?"
"Of getting to spend time with my friends rather than having uncomfortable family time, yes. Of you and Sebastian together, no. Of course not. And if the moment arises for you to broach the topic of the three of us sleeping together, that's fine, too."
"Ohmygod, Blaine, I thought we were taking that idea slow?!"
"I know. And if you need more time to wallow in your lack of angst, that's okay. But...sex with both of us, Kurt! God, I get hard every time I think of it. Don't you?"
"I am not wallowing in my lack of angst! I'm just..." Kurt sighed. "Yes I am. If it comes up, I'll see what he thinks. But..."
"No buts! Just do it."
"But, you're right that the idea is super hot. So if I talk about it with Bas, and we get...aroused, we'll, um, I just... Blaine, can I kiss him? I won't take it any further than that, but it just seems to me like it would be mean to bring it up and ask him to be vulnerable admitting he wants it, too, and then leaving him hanging, you know?"
"Kurt... I'm so hard right now. I would rather be there to watch you kiss him, but just knowing you did it would make me... Oh. Please tell me what you want to do to us? I've gotta..."
Kurt could hear Blaine panting and knew he was touching himself. He curled on his side, not ready to masturbate himself yet, but perfectly happy to help Blaine get off.
"Hmm. What do you think of riding him while I'm in him? Oh, baby, or both of us in you? I doubt we'd be much bigger than that huge toy you have. Could you do that? Sit on him and then let me push in beside him and stretch you that wide? Rubbing my cock against his, squeezed tight together by your beautiful body. Oh, Blaine, that would be incredible to see..."
"Ngh...oh...oh... Kuuurrt..." Blaine groaned as he came just that fast.
"So this really does turn you on a lot," Kurt commented after Blaine had cleaned up and gotten back on the phone.
"God, does it ever!" Blaine grinned. "So really, Kurt, I trust you to do anything you feel comfortable doing with Bas tomorrow. If you feel like doing more than kiss, that's okay with me. I truly trust you completely."
Kurt laughed lightly. "Okay, sweetheart. I understand. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Sweet dreams."
"You too."
Kurt shook his head as he started to put his phone down. Then he decided to send a text.
From Kurt: I talked with Blaine. I'm all yours tomorrow, so you better be good
From Sebastian: oh, I am. Can't wait to see you
From Kurt: really? I'm not a consolation prize?
From Sebastian: you're a whole different prize. Sleep well
From Kurt: you too
Kurt set his phone aside, turning off the light and settling in under the covers. He took a few deep breaths and tried to clear his mind and relax for sleep, but the only images behind his eyelids were erotic and not restful at all. The picture of Sebastian without his shirt on miraculously no longer had the bruises all over him, and instead was just his light skin with the tight, ropy muscles wrapping his strong arms, cut torso, and leading down to trail under the waist of his slacks. The image shifted and suddenly he was in a pair of boxer briefs instead, and he was looking at Kurt with hooded, hungry eyes.
Kurt felt his erection pressing against his pajama pants and he decided it would help him sleep if he masturbated, so he tossed the covers back and pushed his pants down past his ass. He reached for the lube and the piece of silky fabric that had once been some kind of sports jersey that he used for cleanup, and sometimes, when it was freshly cleaned, for a dry rub. But tonight he wanted the slick glide that lube provided, so he squeezed some out and stroked himself a few times to spread it, teasing the head with a swipe of his thumb.
Sebastian. No, Bas. Sebastian was the mean asshole who nearly blinded Blaine. Bas was the damaged boy he'd been getting to know and like in the last two weeks.
So...Bas, smirking at him as he dropped to his knees and started sucking Kurt. He shivered at the image and squeezed the head, creating a little suction in his hand, imagining it was Bas's mouth. He had to bite back a moan.
Using his other hand, Kurt cupped his balls and teased the lower part of his shaft as he started working the top half with his slick hand.
Bas bobbing, licking across the slit every few passes, looking up at him with those gorgeous green eyes. Oh, the silky feel of his straight hair as Kurt ran his fingers through... Different from the curls that Blaine had, which he let free when they were taking their time... Blaine. Kissing Blaine while Bas blew him. Kurt did moan at that. Mmm. Blaine sitting against his headboard, Kurt in front of him, safe in his strong, loving embrace, with Blaine's talented hands touching Kurt's chest, his velvet voice speaking in his ear, all while Bas sucked him. Bas's long-fingered hand below his mouth, pumping Kurt down to the root even while he tongued the crown and... Oh!
Kurt tasted copper as he bit his lips to hold back his sounds. He worked himself through his orgasm, his back arching off the bed as he writhed, then collapsed flat, breathing hard, spent, with his chest splattered almost to his chin.
Blinking away the starbursts in his vision, Kurt cleaned up and then pulled his pants up and snuggled under the covers on his side. He could still feel his imaginary Blaine holding him from behind, and he added in the thought of Bas's slim form in front of him, chest to chest, sharing breath as their heads shared his pillow. He drifted off, content.
~~Glee~~
From Bas: good morning princess
From Kurt: I'm tempted not to even respond to that
From Bas: you don't like the nickname?
From Kurt: no
From Bas: alternative preference?
From Kurt: I don't know, maybe my NAME?
From Bas: good morning princess Kurt
From Bas: really? God, you're pretty sensitive for a non-princess
From Bas: you're pretty, too
From Bas: come ON!
From Bas: Kurt?
From Kurt: yes, Bas?
From Bas: you know how to get what you want, don't you?
From Kurt: I'm learning
From Bas: you want me to drive today?
From Kurt: how are you feeling?
From Bas: nothing a couple of shots won't cure
From Bas: that was a joke
From Kurt: I repeat: how are you feeling?
From Bas: okay. A little sore but nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'm fine to drive
From Kurt: alright. When will my carriage arrive?
From Bas: now you're just confusing the issue
From Kurt: well?
From Bas: I'll be there at 11. Wear something comfortable, we may do some walking, and definitely a lot of driving
From Kurt: what's the plan?
From Bas: for me to know and you to enjoy being surprised
From Kurt: I'm not sure that works for me
From Bas: trust me, please, Kurt
From Kurt: since you asked nicely...
Choosing what to wear without knowing what exactly they'd be doing was a challenge, but Kurt managed. He nixed the platform shoes he had considered when he recalled having to look up at Bas, opting for his best fitting, most comfortable Doc Martens, left partly undone. Skinny jeans, but not his tightest ones; they had to be alright for sitting in a sports car for who knew how long. A fitted dark blue t-shirt under a white henley, with black leather bracers and his slouchy black leather civil war uniform hat. He nodded to his reflection and went downstairs to make breakfast.
Bas knocked on the front door promptly at eleven. Kurt was glad he was home alone and wouldn't have to try to explain why his former adversary was there and where they were going when he didn't actually know himself. He'd let his dad know he was going out for the day with friends, and would be home by curfew, and that had been enough for Burt.
Kurt brought his thigh length, slim fit wool coat with him, but the air was merely brisk so he didn't put it on.
"You look positively butch, Princess," Bas remarked as they went down the walk to the waiting Porsche. Kurt stopped halfway there.
"No."
"What?!" Bas smirked as he turned back to see Kurt's bitch face. "You cannot expect me to spend all day with you and not tease you. Come on!"
"I'm done with the femme-shaming. Teasing; good-natured teasing, is fine. I'd miss our banter. But no more girl jokes."
Bas looked torn. His eyes narrowed and his lip twitched toward a sneer, then his shoulders slumped a little and he frowned.
Finally, his back straightened and he sauntered back up to Kurt, looking down at him from so close they were almost touching. Kurt held his breath, unable to tell from just their short acquaintance which side of Bas had won.
"I'm going to have to work on a different nickname, then. Kurt is too curt for someone like you," Bas said, flashing a happy smile. Kurt exhaled sharply in relief.
Bas turned back around and got in his car. Kurt followed, slipping into the cradling leather seat with a pleased sigh. Then he turned to Bas with one eyebrow raised.
"You're good at backhanded compliments. So, where are we going?"
"I should make you guess."
"Do I get a hint? I don't know you well enough to guess."
"Sure you do."
"The rodent house at the zoo?"
"I thought we weren't being mean, prin-" Bas pointedly stopped himself before uttering the hated nickname.
"You're right. I apologize. I'm just not good at guessing and not knowing is honestly bothering me. I have some control issues."
Bas got them going, and only replied when they were waiting at the light for the highway on-ramp.
"Cincinnati."
Kurt waited for more information. Then he sighed, blowing air out in frustration. "One word? You could have said that back at my house. Any more details?"
Bas accelerated, quickly shifting through the gears, using the power of his car's engine and smirking as he saw Kurt pressed back into the seat.
"You okay there? Don't want the g-forces to impair your breathing or anything."
"Please. I have better lungs than most athletes; haven't you heard my breath control?"
"You rarely stop talking. Is that what you mean?"
"I mean that you shouldn't forget that I'm on the team that beat you at regionals."
"Well, mostly all I saw was you singing backup, so it's hard to tell if you actually-"
"Jesus, Sebastian! I'm not spending the day with you being Sebastian the cruel. If you're just going to be a male Santana, I want out of this car right now."
Sebastian didn't slow the car, and his expression darkened.
"I am who I am, Kurt. I thought being friends meant you accepted that."
Kurt struggled to get his temper under control. The miles whizzed by, and he stared out the window unseeing.
"Bas," he finally began. "I like our banter, but the part of you that goes for the jugular to try to hurt people so they can't get close enough to you to hurt you isn't healthy or productive. I want to be friends with you, not your razor spiked armor."
Bas clenched the steering wheel hard. "I don't know how to just turn it off, okay?" He whispered. Kurt barely heard him, and it took a few extra seconds for the words to register.
"Okay. I'm going to call you out on it when you go from fun to mean. I like you, Bas. At least I do when you aren't cutting my heart out."
Sebastian's face crumpled at that. "I don't want to do that to you."
Kurt put his hand on Bas's knee. "I know."
They drove for a while longer, then Kurt removed his hand.
"So, have you really never heard me sing?"
"Not really. Not a proper solo performance."
"We'll have to rectify that."
"That's part of the plan."
"The plan! You sidetracked me! What is the plan? What are we going all the way to Cincinnati for?"
"I think telling you that we're going to the city is enough. We'll have lunch and look around, and later on I'll drive you home. That's as much as you're getting,"
"That's not fair!"
"Don't you trust me?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"Well, then call today a trust-building exercise."
"You're infuriating."
Bas just smiled.
~~Glee~~
As they made their way through the suburbs and into Cincinnati proper, Kurt was impressed with the confidence Bas showed in where he was going. He stopped at a restaurant and told Kurt to wait in the car, then returned just a few minutes later with food. He then drove toward the river and parked across from Washington Park.
"Picnic lunch okay?" Bas finally asked.
"Sure."
They found a place to sit and Bas unloaded the bag he'd aquired at the restaurant. Cold roast chicken, some kind of white bean spread for the sliced baguette he unwrapped, green bean pickles, and two small slices of a light-looking cake.
"Bas, this looks incredible!"
"I got spoiled with the amazing food in Paris. That little restaurant has the most authentic French food I've found anywhere in Ohio. If we only could have a nice rosé, it would be complete," Sebastian said, handing Kurt a bottle of lemonade.
It tasted as good as it looked. Bas watched Kurt and enjoyed his reactions as much as the food.
"This is divine! I have got to find a recipe for these green beans."
"Mmm, the pepper flakes in this tapenade add just the right note!"
"Is this yogurt cake? Ohmygod, yum!"
When they finished, Kurt found himself blushing at Bas's gallant clearing of the trash, and realized that he had a distinct sense of being wooed. But any concerns he had about how to bring up Blaine's proposition fell away when Bas revealed their next stop: a private tour of the famous Cincinnati Music Hall.
"How..."
"My mom is a patron who makes large annual donations, and her father was on the board for ten years," Bas said, shrugging.
"I've been to shows here, and I so love the building! A tour! A private tour! Oh, Bas, this is incredible. I'm just sad Blaine is missing it."
"He's had the tour. The Warblers get a tour each fall after auditions are through. The trip is a team building thing."
"He never told me, and I wasn't at Dalton that early in the year..."
"Good. That means that I get to be the one to bust your music hall backstage cherry," Bas smirked. Kurt lightly backhanded his arm, but stared up in awe at the familiar building.
The tour was fascinating. Kurt got details of various performances and famous visitors, and got to see all the workings backstage at a professional theater. He imagined one of the dressing rooms as his, and just about fell over in a faint when Bas invited him to sing on the stage.
"What?!" Kurt's voice went almost shrill. "Are you serious?"
"I told you that hearing you sing a proper solo was part of the plan."
Kurt hesitated. "Are you going to make fun of my vocal range?"
Bas shook his head and shrugged that off. "Making fun of your voice singing would be like making fun of the chandeliers in the lobby."
Kurt blushed at the compliment and took the stage.
It was like singing for those stolen moments on the stage in New York with Rachel, but better, because it was just him. Sebastian moved away and went to sit in the audience, and Kurt wracked his brain for what to sing. Then it came to him, and he took a breath and began.
My story is much too sad to be told
The stage lights were just the ambient ones, so Kurt could see Bas in his seat. His head tilted, and Kurt continued, seeing recognition dawn when he got to the more familiar refrain.
I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all.
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
Kurt sang it to Sebastian, feeling the sentiment with full honesty. The verbal sparring, the sexy flirting; he really did get a kick out of all of it.
He finished and Bas stood to applaud. Kurt was surprised to hear more clapping from the wings. The tour guide as well as a couple of men in work clothes were applauding, too. Kurt took his bows and then it was time for them to go.
Outside, Kurt was still flush from his triumphant performance, and he could barely keep his feet on the ground.
"If I was gonna keep calling you femme names, I'd have to switch to Queen now: that was beyond a Princess performance," Bas said. Kurt's heart crashed.
"I... Bas, what the fuck?"
The hurt in Kurt's voice shook Sebastian. And when he looked and saw tears in Kurt's eyes, he was appalled. "No... Wait, Kurt..."
Kurt stomped away, then changed his mind and came back to the taller boy. He glared up at him.
"I said I'd call you on it. That was hurtful and mean. Do you think that just because you gave me an amazing afternoon that you can treat me like dirt? Is that somehow balanced in your mind? Because it's bullshit!"
"It just slipped out. Kurt, I can barely keep the 'no BS' in our texting, you've gotta give me a chance to get used to not pulling it when we're talking."
Kurt whipped out his phone, typing quickly. Then Bas's phone buzzed.
From Kurt: Let's do this this way, then
From Bas: fine
From Bas: I'm sorry
Kurt sighed. The fight drained out of him, and he shook himself at his own drama.
From Kurt: I don't know why your words hurt me so badly. I ignore everyone else
From Bas: I don't want to hurt you
From Kurt: I know. Look, today has been incredible. Thank you
From Bas: you're welcome. I'm glad you've enjoyed it. I have too
From Kurt: it feels like a date
From Bas: I know
From Kurt: and?
From Bas: I don't know. You and Blaine are the only people I think of as real friends and I don't want to fuck that up
Kurt took a deep breath and dove in, ignoring the mini fight they'd just had.
From Kurt: Blaine and I, TOGETHER, have been discussing the idea of asking you if you would sleep with us.
Bas froze. His eyes didn't leave the screen as he turned around, putting his back to Kurt, whose stomach dropped at the action.
From Bas: is this an elaborate plot to get revenge on me?
Kurt made a scoffing sound and Bas flinched.
"No," Kurt breathed, then turned back to texting.
From Kurt: if it was, I would lie right now, but no, Bas, it's not. Blaine has always liked you, excepting his weeks of recovery from the slushie, and I have...grown quite fond of you since the accident. And of course you're sexy as hell, so...
Bas barked a laugh as he read, but he turned back around and looked at Kurt. The uncertain wonderment in his eyes was heartbreaking, and Kurt stepped closer and put his hand on Bas's cheek.
"It's true. I don't know where it might lead, but... We want you, Bas."
Bas's cocky grin surfaced. "Who wouldn't?"
Kurt slapped his cheek lightly. "Don't be an ass. I could rescind the offer."
"But if Blaine wants it, too..."
Kurt's expression grew serious. "It's both of us or neither, Bas. We're not going to wreck our own relationship for this. It's more like... Expanding it. To include you, somehow...sometimes. What do you think?"
"I think that if Blaine were here, I'd kiss you and show you how on board I am with it."
"Well, it's a good thing he and I already planned for this, then," Kurt said softly, and gently drew Bas's face down toward his, rocking onto the balls of his feet to bring their lips together.
Kurt felt like he'd been poked with bare electrical wires; his skin was alive with energy, and he felt his heart beating faster with each soft press and slide against the taller boy's lips. Bas was nearly frozen with the same response. His breath caught, and he felt dizzy, putting his hands onto Kurt's hips to steady himself. Kurt swayed closer with the contact, increasing the pressure of the kiss and parting his lips at the same time, drawing Bas's open for the first slow lick.
Bas locked his knees to keep from collapsing. Kurt was kissing his mouth like he owned it, and Bas only wanted him to keep doing it forever.
Eventually, Kurt realized that they were standing in the middle of a parking lot and so he gently broke away, kissing each corner of Bas's mouth and then briefly his lips again before he moved back. The tall boy just stood there, eyes still closed, seeming frozen. Kurt stroked his fingers down his cheek and murmured his name. Bas's eyes fluttered open, and Kurt felt like he was seeing Sebastian Smythe for the very first time. He looked open and vulnerable and Kurt wanted to wrap him up and protect him forever so he wouldn't ever have to put the walls back up that hid this beautiful spirit.
"Oh, Bas. Thank you," Kurt said softly.
"I... I don't..."
"Shh. It's okay. Let's get in the car. We don't have to go anywhere, but let's get inside, okay?"
Bas nodded, and they went to the Porsche and climbed in. Kurt faced Bas, but Bas stared ahead out the windshield.
"Sebastian? Are you okay?" Kurt asked quietly. Bas swallowed audibly and shook his head. "What is it?"
Kurt hesitated, but finally reached out and took Bas's hand in both of his.
"C'mon, I might be able to fuck your brains out, but I don't think I could have kissed them out of you," Kurt teased. Bas gave a start then stared at him.
"You... You said fuck. Referencing sex, not as a swear."
"Yeah. So?"
"You said you'd fuck me. You want to fuck me? I mean, you said... In that text... And you're a top... I don't... Um..."
"Ohmygod, did I break you or something? Bas, it's okay. I'm not going to attack you. Please relax and tell me what you're thinking. Or feeling? Please, tell me what-"
"You cracked me open and filled me up and... Kurt, I... I can't say how sorry I am for hurting you, and you're, you're giving me a chance to be your friend, and to be with you and Blaine, god, beautiful Blaine... I don't know, maybe you did break me."
"I think that you don't know that you're worth caring about. But you are, Bas. That's something your dad took from you, but maybe Blaine and I can start to give it back. You matter, Bas. You matter to me."
Sebastian blinked. Kurt wasn't sure if what he said even made it to his awareness, but he was ready to repeat it as often as necessary.
Everything swirled in Bas's brain, and his head pounded. Too many thoughts and memories chased each other round and round: all the horrible, degrading things he'd grown up hearing from his father, all the pain throughout his life... But Kurt and Blaine, reaching out to him in spite of the pain he'd caused them. Kurt, wanting him. Kissing him like he belonged to Kurt, like he was wanted and needed for something more than fleeting moments of pleasure. It was too much.
"I think if you kiss me again, I might be able to get my brain back in gear," Bas confessed; hesitant, asking and feeling totally unworthy of having his needs met.
Kurt relaxed, relieved that there was something he could do for his friend. He leaned closer and Bas met him halfway and they kissed, heat rising between them in a wave of sexual desire that washed away any doubts either of them had.
Kurt pulled back first, not realizing he'd clutched Bas's shirt front in his fist and that Bas's hand was tight on the back of Kurt's neck. They both sat gasping.
"Okay. Alright. So, there's definitely chemistry there. Um, sorry about your shirt," Kurt said, smoothing the fabric against Bas's chest and almost groaning as he felt the heat from the boy's skin on his hand. He interlaced his fingers and put them in his lap to avoid the temptation of tearing Sebastian's shirt off right there. Bas withdrew his hand as well.
"You say when and where, and I will be there," Bas stated. Kurt laughed.
"That's always the trick, isn't it? Finding time and a place alone? Blaine's folks travel for work a lot, so that's where we usually get the chance to take our time. And I definitely want to take my time with you," Kurt said. He saw Bas shudder at the statement and a thrill went through him. He felt almost lightheaded, and wished Blaine was there to share a look with. They so often knew what the other was thinking without saying anything. "I'm going to text Blaine. He'll be so happy!"
"Really?"
"Yes, for sure!" Kurt giggled. "I hope he's not in a compromising position, though."
"Huh?"
"He gets an instant hard-on when he thinks of the three of us together."
"Blaine does? Seriously?"
Kurt heard something in his voice that made him pause in getting his phone out. "He's your dream guy, isn't he? Your fantasy."
Bas blushed again and turned his head away.
"It's okay, Bas. He's my teenage dream, too."
Bas's hand crept toward Kurt, and he enfolded it in his own immediately. With his other hand he texted Blaine.
From Kurt: he said yes!
From Blaine: OMG
From Blaine: did you kiss him?
From Kurt: yes
From Blaine: I just excused myself to the bathroom and I'm going outside. Call me?
"Blaine wants to talk to us. Is that okay?" Kurt asked. Sebastian's hand tightened in his, but he nodded. Kurt called and spoke quickly to Blaine's breathless greeting. "You're on speaker, sweetie. We're in the car."
"Hi guys!" Blaine practically sang. Bas's head finally turned back and he looked at the phone Kurt held flat in his hand.
"Hey, Blaine. You've been holding out on me. I never knew you had a kinky, ménage á trois fantasy," Sebastian said, his confident persona sliding back into place. Kurt looked at him anxiously but relaxed when he saw that Bas was still blushing and his face still had that open look on it.
Blaine laughed. "Just you, Bas. I can't imagine sharing Kurt with anyone else."
Blaine's voice and the phrasing went straight to Kurt's groin and he sucked in a breath as he started to get hard. "Blaine! You can't say something like that right now. I'm going to bust a seam on my pants!"
Bas gasped and his eyes went to Kurt's lap, eyebrows rising when he saw the denim straining over the bulge there.
"Maybe Bas could help you with that," Blaine suggested.
"Ohmygod, baby, I'm not going further than kissing without you."
"I'm right here on the line," Blaine said, his voice dropping and sounding like liquid gold.
"Fuck," Bas muttered, adjusting himself. Seeing his discomfort and arousal gave Kurt the impetus to get himself under control. He'd seriously been considering letting Bas give him a hand job.
"Behave yourself, Blaine. We're in Cincinnati in Bas's Porsche. That's not going to happen." Kurt's voice had quiet authority and Bas almost moaned, biting it back with effort. "Any chance we can meet up somewhere in a few hours?"
"Why don't you guys come to my house after you get some dinner? Mom's got bridge and Dad will be working on a proposal in his office."
Kurt calculated. "Be there around seven?"
"Perfect. Then we can have a couple hours before you have to go."
Bas frowned.
"My curfew is ten on school nights," Kurt explained to Bas. "But Bas drove. Someone will have to take me home."
"Dalton lights out is at eleven. I'll take you home," Bas said quickly.
"See? Now we need to hang up because I have to get myself calmed down before I go back in to my parents," Blaine said, his voice bubbling with excitement.
"Okay. See you soon! Love you," Kurt said.
"Love you, too. Bye guys!"
Kurt hung up. "Well? Let's get headed back to Westerville, shall we?"
Bas agreed.
They held hands on the highway, and Kurt kept looking down at their interlaced fingers in wonder as he planned. They'd have to be quiet, but Blaine's house was big, and his dad's office on the opposite end from Blaine's bedroom. They'd certainly done plenty of sexy things with his father either oblivious or unconcerned in the past. Still, they never had penetrative sex unless they had time and space alone so they could really cut loose. So... Blowjobs? He shook his head slightly. Too intimate for the first time.
With the limits for the evening set in his mind, Kurt relaxed. They'd do whatever felt right.
The 50's diner seemed to be their place since that's where Sebastian took them for dinner when they got back to Westerville. Kurt ate his salad and tried not to stare and think about what was going to happen later. Bas stared too much, enjoying how it seemed to make Kurt a little nervous.
"What!" Kurt finally snapped, unleashing a huge grin from Bas. Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"You're cute when you're paranoid," Bas said. Kurt gave a little huff, but a smile curled the edges of his lips.
"And when you're embarrassed. And when you're eating. And-"
"Ohmygod will you please stop?"
Bas laughed. "This is too much fun! You get upset when I insult you, you get upset when I compliment you... What's a boy to do, Kurt Hummel?" He blinked flirtatiously and laughed again when Kurt's face pinked.
"I suppose the compliments are better than the insults, but only if you're sincere."
Bas put his burger down and reached across the table to put his hand on top of Kurt's. Kurt looked around, worried about people seeing the display.
"Kurt, you're a very attractive guy. Just because you're a fashionista who is way too stylish for Ohio doesn't lessen that."
"Why did you treat me like you did at the beginning?" Kurt asked suddenly, trying to change the subject by latching onto the elephant that had been phasing in and out of every interaction they'd had.
"You had Blaine. I wanted him. I figured if I could rile you up enough you'd have some kind of hissy fit and maybe Blaine would break up with you. I imagined him coming back to Dalton and he and I ruling the school together," Sebastian confessed. He shrugged. "But you were tougher than I thought. That slushie... Those stupid pictures of Finn... I was just so mad at everything and everyone. I figured the world owed me and I was going to take what I wanted by any means necessary."
Kurt decided he really shouldn't have asked. He felt his face burning scarlet and he wanted to crawl in a hole. Of course Bas wanted Blaine. Blaine was everything Kurt wasn't.
"What's wrong?" There was an unpleasant edge to Sebastian's voice, and Kurt flinched a little. "Jesus, Kurt. What did I say?"
"Nothing," Kurt said, forcing his head up. "It's fine." He tried for a smile but was pretty sure he didn't succeed.
Bas scoffed. "Now who's bullshitting? Do we need to text again?"
"No." Kurt straightened his shoulders and met the other boy's eyes. "I just should know better than to ask a question I'm not ready to hear the answer to. You want Blaine. You're putting up with me to have him, and that's-"
"Utter nonsense!" Bas nearly shouted, and the restaurant quieted for a moment with the outburst. When normal sounds resumed, Bas continued. "I just spent a very special day with you, Kurt. I did everything I could to make it good and enjoyable for you. Not Blaine."
Kurt frowned.
"Didn't you... Didn't you feel anything when you kissed me? I sure as hell did. Kurt, it's not just Blaine. It's definitely you, too. I like you. I find you incredibly attractive. I'm really looking forward to getting physical with both of you, okay?"
Kurt contemplated Sebastian, trying to determine if he was being honest or not. But while there was wariness in Bas's pretty green eyes, there wasn't any guile. The open, vulnerable version of Sebastian Smythe was the boy sitting across from him. Kurt nodded slowly.
Bas shook his head. "I don't think I ever expected you of all people to have insecurities."
"Everyone has insecurities."
~~Glee~~
They finished their meal more quietly than they'd started it, and went back out to the car with more than twenty minutes before they could go to Blaine's house. Sebastian drove them to a park a few minutes from there and pulled to the far end of the parking area where they had some cover of darkness.
"Can I help get you warmed up?" Bas asked, the white of his teeth glinting in the dim light from the dashboard.
"Just come here, you fool," Kurt replied. He desperately needed the reassurance of Sebastian's reaction to him, so he pulled the other boy's head toward him with a commanding tug to his neck. Bas went readily, eager to feel Kurt's lips again.
Starting out rather gentle, the kiss grew heated quickly. Exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, it wasn't an elegant kiss, but they met at the same level, and it felt intense. Bas gasped against Kurt's mouth, and he smirked in return.
Sebastian put his hand on Kurt's thigh, and Kurt's hips jerked. Bas chuckled, then gasped again when Kurt grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, his mouth devouring Bas's.
The alarm Kurt had set on his phone went off way too soon, and he growled as he pulled back from the kissing to silence it. Then he remembered that in five minutes, Blaine would be involved, too, and he practically threw Bas's hand off his leg toward the gear shift.
"Get us to Blaine's house," Kurt ordered. Bas nodded mutely, his breath coming fast and his heart pounding. He obeyed.
Blaine opened the door before they could knock, grinning like mad, his face flushed, his excitement palpable. He hurried them up to his room and locked the door before he turned to Bas.
"So you're really okay with this?"
"How could I not be? I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, and Kurt has..." Sebastian looked at Kurt, who hung back a little, watching warily. "Kurt's fucking gorgeous, man. No way I'd refuse the chance to try this."
Kurt laughed, blushing, then stepped up to Blaine and kissed his cheek. "We're only going to a certain point tonight. Your dad is oblivious but he's not deaf."
"Of course. You call the shots. I trust you. Bas? That okay?"
"Yeah, I think I can trust you tonight."
Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "So my first call is for you two to kiss," he said, still standing close beside Blaine. Sebastian's eyes darted to Kurt's, then Blaine's, and back.
"That a challenge?"
"No, Bas. It's an offer. I know you want to kiss Blaine."
Bas nodded and looked at Blaine again. The beautiful caramel colored eyes he'd fallen for were kind and welcoming, glinting with excitement. Sebastian chuckled and bent down, brushing his lips against Blaine's, seeing his eyelashes flutter, then he closed his own eyes and went for it, kissing the boy exactly as he'd dreamed of for ages.
Blaine made a little whimper and swayed toward Sebastian, and that turned Kurt on like he'd never imagined. Sebastian was lost in giving Blaine his very best effort; teasing, deepening, then backing off. Kurt leaned up and sucked one of Bas's earlobes into his mouth while his hands skidded down both boys' backs to give their asses a squeeze. Blaine's butt was the rounded handful he was familiar with, and Sebastian's was smaller and tight. He groaned at the contrast and licked down Bas's neck.
Kissing Blaine while Kurt touched him was making Bas's knees go weak. His breath sped up, and he grabbed at Blaine's waist with one hand while groping blindly toward Kurt, who smiled against his neck and guided the grasping hand to Blaine's ass, replacing his grip. Sebastian moaned and swayed, so Kurt stepped behind him so the tall boy was sandwiched between them.
Bas finally broke away from Blaine's lips and twisted his body, seeking Kurt. Kissing Sebastian at the odd angle was awkward but still hot. He felt Blaine's hair brushing against their chins as the short boy attacked Bas's throat. Sebastian moaned into Kurt's mouth, which made him tremble in response.
The slow kisses, traded among all of them, grew in heat and desperation. Kurt tapped Blaine's fly, and Blaine caught his eye and nodded while Kurt started to unbutton the tall boy's jeans. Bas gasped Kurt's name, and Kurt ran his hand up and down his side.
"Trust me, my beautiful Bas. We'll take care of you," Kurt whispered to him. Sebastian relaxed. All Kurt did was unfasten his jeans and inch them down to his thighs. He left the dark boxer briefs Bas wore in place. Peeking over his shoulder, Kurt saw Blaine had followed his lead and kept his briefs on, too, the tighty whiteys making Kurt smile as they always did.
Blaine pressed against Bas, causing a choked off cry from the tall boy, and reached his arms around him to help Kurt with his own jeans. The sound of his zipper sliding down, and the wiggle of Kurt's hips as he and Blaine peeled his jeans past the swell of his ass had Bas shaking from head to toe. Blaine slid one arm tight around Sebastian's back, and the other encompassed Kurt, drawing the three tight together. Kurt hugged around them both as well, biting his lip at the pressure of his cock against the firm muscle of Bas's ass, trying to focus on taking care of the boy.
Releasing his lip from his teeth, Kurt instead ran his mouth across Bas's shoulder, dropping kisses up to his neck.
"It's okay, Sebastian. We've got you. We're here for you, with you. Just let go and feel. Kiss Blaine. Kiss your dream lover," Kurt murmured. Bas tilted his head down, and Blaine raised up and their lips met again.
"Kiss him, Bas. Kiss him like he's air and you're drowning," Kurt said, trying to engender the urgency he knew Blaine loved to feel in a kiss. Blaine's breathy moan told him Bas was doing just fine. Kurt thrust himself against the tall boy's back and bit his shoulder. Bas spasmed under the assault and Blaine's hand slid down and grabbed Kurt's ass, pulling them all tighter together.
"Jesus fuck, Blue Eyes, is that your cock?! God... Big boy was an understatement. Ohh... You're gonna be my first, Kurt. I want you to fuck me so hard I taste it-"
Kurt shuddered, humping harder against Sebastian. "Ohmygod..."
Blaine's groan drowned Bas out, and Kurt ducked under the middle boy's arm to get to his boyfriend. He latched onto Blaine's neck and murmured to him between sucks.
"You're gonna come, Blaine. You're gonna come rutting up against Bas while I come all up his back," he said. Blaine cried out affirmative, and Kurt felt him bucking against Bas, the thrusts echoing to his own cock, rubbing against the crack of Bas's ass.
"You guys gonna let me come too or are you just gonna use me as a fucking post?"
Kurt moved back and bit Sebastian's shoulder again. "I can feel you shivering, Bas. You're gonna come whether I tell you to or not, aren't you, my rebellious boy? You're gonna come with me humping your back like a cat in heat, dreaming of feeling me fill you up."
"Oh, Kurt! He's so hard for you. We both are. I'm getting so close..." Blaine moaned.
"Just give in, Bas. Feel it. Feel us both..." Kurt whispered. He put one hand around to grip Blaine's ass, sliding the other between them, up under Bas's shirt and fondling his chest, finding the hard nub of his nipple and rubbing it incessantly. Bas's voice rose in pitch. He had his hand on Blaine's ass, too, but he reached up to cup Kurt's head as the three of them writhed, giving in to being completely surrounded by beautiful boys who cared about him, who wanted him to just let go and feel good and let them take care of him. Tears leaked out of Bas's eyes. He'd never felt anything like it.
"Oh god! Kurt! Blaine! Yes!"
When Sebastian surrendered, obviously as into this whole scenario as both himself and Blaine, Kurt moaned ecstatically.
"Oh god, Kurt... Make that sound again and I'm gonna come," Bas said, his voice shaking. Blaine stiffened, burying his face in Sebastian's neck, crying out as he climaxed.
"Yes," Kurt hissed in response, and he sped up and pinched Bas's nipple.
"Ah!" Bas called. Kurt moaned again and both of them came, too, writhing, throbbing, clutching.
They clung to each other, sweating and shaking. Blaine was the first to pull back slightly, shucking his jeans, then tugging Bas's up over his hips so he wouldn't trip on them. Then he went for tissues and a wash cloth.
Kurt panted against Sebastian's back for a few moments longer, holding the tall boy. Bas's hands covered Kurt's where he had them tight against his chest, one under his shirt and one over it.
"You okay, Blue Eyes?" Bas asked quietly.
Kurt nodded and drew back, shuffling to Blaine's bed and dropping onto his back without pulling his jeans up. The wetness in his underwear was unpleasant, but very quickly Blaine was there, sopping up what he could with tissues, then blotting the come out with a damp cloth to keep them from getting even more gross as it dried. It barely registered to him that Blaine had done the same for Bas, who moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
As soon as they were as clean as they could reasonably get, Kurt spoke.
"You're too far away. C'mere," he mumbled, extending his arm and touching Bas's back where he slumped. At the touch he straightened and he turned around. Kurt and Blaine shifted up the bed, Blaine curling on his side with his head in Kurt's shoulder. They both looked welcoming, and Sebastian moved tentatively toward them, laying down on Kurt's other side, letting him put his arm around Bas and pull him closer. He ended up mirroring Blaine's position, looking across Kurt's chest into the warm gaze from Blaine's beautiful eyes.
"Thank you, Bas," Blaine said, reaching out to touch his face.
"I haven't done anything yet. Wait till I get to show you some real moves," Sebastian teased.
Kurt felt relief wash through him at the return of the Bas who teased and snarked. He hugged both boys.
"You've done plenty. You took a chance on us. You trusted us to hold you and support you and care for you. That's amazing considering where we were a few months ago," Blaine said, smiling.
But referencing the past was the wrong thing to do. Bas tensed and tried to shift away. Kurt held him tightly, though.
"Bas, we want you here with us. Please, believe me. Trust me," Kurt said. Bas stilled. He looked down, unable to meet either boy's eyes, but that caught the sight of Kurt's damp underwear, with his jeans still halfway down his thighs, and Blaine's completely bare legs, one casually hooked over Kurt's legs, almost touching Bas. He swallowed hard.
Raising his eyes, meeting Blaine's gentle look before getting caught by Kurt's crystalline blues, Bas nodded and some of the tension left his body.
"Where'd 'Blue Eyes' come from?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, curiosity and affection filling his expression.
"You sang Sinatra," Bas answered directly to Kurt.
"Oh!"
"You sang Sinatra?" Blaine asked, sounding excited.
"From Anything Goes; I Get a Kick Out of You," Kurt told Blaine.
"That's great! Ol' Blue Eyes! I love it," Blaine enthused. But Bas waited for Kurt's reaction.
Moving his hand up to stroke the back of Sebastian's neck, Kurt smiled softly. "I love it, too. Thank you."
Bas dropped his head back to Kurt's chest, smiling. Maybe he could have this. Maybe these two amazing boys would actually accept Bas with all his flaws and posturing, tearing down his walls so he could be the boy he never thought anyone could love. He relaxed completely and began to doze.
Blaine watched Sebastian and his heart soared with what he saw. He looked up at Kurt, who nodded that he'd seen the same thing; the real Sebastian Smythe.
Kurt's mind drifted, and he began to wonder if this could somehow become more than sex for all of them, or if maybe it already was.