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Kurtbastian. Kurt finds out Sebastian is his noisy neighbour in NYC. or vice versa.
"Oh God, yes, there-!"
BAM BAM BAM
Kurt stops mid-moan, still clutching at his sheets and panting heavily as he and the guy currently fucking him into the matress still their movements and simultaneously look over to the wall to their left where the offensive sound is coming from.
"What the fuck?!" Michael rasps, very obviously not happy about being interrupted when he's still buried balls deep in Kurt's ass.
"I-Ignore him," Kurt breathes, "he'll start blasting music after a few minutes."
"Doing this often, aren't you, sweetheart?" Michael's grin is teasing as he grinds into Kurt slowly, the frenzy of his earlier thrusts gone with the disruption.
"Sometimes. Now move," is Kurt's only reply, and he squeezes around Michael's cock purposefully, making the other man groan and, mercifully, speed up.
What he said is true. Kurt doesn't sleep around, not really, but he's a designer student regularly working with very attractive, and often very gay or at least bi-curious models. Who can fault him for taking advantage of this situation?
And hey, at least they go on dates first. Which, admittedly, never last beyond the sex, but it's the thought that counts.
It's not that Kurt's not interested in a real relationship. He is, very much so even. It's just that it never feels right. There's always something missing, something he hasn't found in anyone since, well, since Blaine Anderson.
But he doesn't want to think about that particular disaster, and he doesn't want to remain celibate, so he likes to bring boys home sometimes and have them leave in the morning without worrying about having his heart ripped out of his chest and shred to little pieces.
And if his neighbour has a problem with that, what with him hammering on the wall each time Kurt has someone over (he's not that much of a screamer, come on), then he can just go and fuck off.
It's probably just some homophobic bigot or an old grumpy geezer. Kurt really couldn't care less.
The next morning, Kurt wakes up to the sound of someone ringing the bell and knocking on Kurt's door so loudly that it sounds like they want to take it off its hinges. He rolls over and finds the sheets beside him empty. Well. Michael did seem like the hit and run type.
The pounding and ringing is starting to give him a headache, so he gets up quickly and throws on yesterday's boxers, too disoriented and heavy with sleep to bother to look for anything else. Whatever dickhead is on the other side of that door will just have to fucking deal.
BANG BANG BANG
"I'm coming, I'm COMING, oh my GOD, shut UP!"
Kurt stumbles towards the door and throws it open, his patented bitch glare ready to set the offender on fire.
"What the hell is your problem, you-"
And then his jaw drops open because standing before him in only sweatpants and tshirt, a look of equal shock on his face, is-
"...Sebastian?" Kurt examines the face he hasn't seen in years, and yeah, definitely meerkat material. "You're Sebastian."
Sebastian's eyes rake over Kurt's body.
"You're naked."
Kurt flushes and crosses his arms over his chest, embarassed but refusing to back down.
"Figures that'd be the first thing you comment on after, what... five years? And I am not naked."
When Sebastian doesn't say anything in reply and only continues to stare at various parts of Kurt's body, Kurt finally snaps.
"My eyes are up here!" he exclaims, snapping his fingers in front of Sebastian's face.
"Sorry," Sebastian says with a grin which makes it very obvious that he is not, "still trying to process the fact that it's you who's been playing the banshee since I moved in a month ago."
"Excuse you, I am not-"
"Oh, trust me, Kurt," Sebastian interrupts, the name rolling off his tongue like honey, "you are." His eyes travel over Kurt's torso and legs once more. "It's kinda hot, actually, if you're into that kinda thing. And not trying to study, that is."
Kurt rolls his eyes, although he can't help but preen a little. Sure, it's been years since that little rivalry thing they had going, but it's still rather nice when the boy (not a boy anymore, his treacherous brain reminds him, just look at those arms) who used to mock you for being too 'feminine' can't keep his eyes off of you.
"Whatever," Kurt replies. "I thought you of all people wouldn't mind. In fact, I am quite surprised I haven't been hearing anything from your side if you've been here for a month already."
"Haven't really had the time," Sebastian shrugs mysteriously, and Kurt wonders if there's a story behind his smile. Not that he cares, of course. "Anyway, I actually came here to tell you that if this doesn't stop soon, I'm filing a complaint to the landlady. But since we're kind of old pals now," Kurt rolls his eyes and Sebastian smirks, "I guess I'll let you off the hook."
"Why, thank you. How very kind."
"Aren't I, though?" Sebastian grins. "But still, we have to make a compromise on this somehow. I can't concentrate if you keep moaning like that next door."
Kurt raises an eyebrow. "And what would you suggest?"
"I suggest, Kurt," Sebastian begins, his voice suddenly dark and deep as he slides up to Kurt's boxer-clad body, "that next time, you come over and moan all you want," the words are whispered against Kurt's ear and Kurt almost forgets to breathe, "and then I study while you recover from that mind-blowing orgasm I gave you."
He pulls away only slightly, their faces still inches away from each other as the tension crackles in the small space between their bodies.
And Kurt? Well, he doesn't need a long time to decide.
"Deal," he breathes before pulling Sebastian inside by the collar of his shirt and slamming the door shut behind them.
After all, what's the worst that could happen?
