Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Summary: Who would have bet soccer could be so fun?

Notes: Thank you Frankie for your guidance and wisdom. I love you.
Thank you to all of you also. Sorry the updates have slowed down but rest assured I'm still here. The story will continue.
I love Kurtbastian and I love you all.
No warnings for this chapter. It was time for some fun
Enjoy xx

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The conversation was animated as the men headed to Rawai for lunch. Tom couldn't keep the wide grin from his face, constantly opening and closing the ring box and admiring his purchase. Kurt smiled watching him, remembering the blissful feeling of being in love and newly engaged. Kurt hoped that things worked out better for Tom and Emma than they had for him.

Lunch was a rowdy affair at a casual beachside restaurant. They all ordered a dish each with a few pitchers of beer and shared them family style. Liam had skeptically tried a few new things on Kurt's insistence, while Toby had steered well clear of the seafood. Kurt's favorite had been the red roast duck with rice. He hadn't even attempted to pronounce the Thai name.

After a filling lunch, they took a walk along the water's edge, messing around in the water and splashing each other.

They soon reached a decrepit old pier.

"No way!" Sebastian sounded excited. "It's not, is it? That's so awesome!" He pointed.

"So cool," Kurt grinned. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"Me either," Tom confirmed. "It's a floating soccer field, right? Let's go have a kick."

They strolled down to the rickety pier and rented a soccer ball from the attendant for just a few baht, taking the narrow 'bridge' onto the field. The pontoon rocked under their weight.

"Ehh...are we sure this is safe?" Kurt wobbled. "Great! I'm going to end up seasick from playing soccer."

"You'll be fine. Just give yourself a minute to adjust," Sebastian suggested, holding Kurt's shoulder to balance him.

"I bet that's what you say to all the boys, isn't it?" Kurt teased and they both laughed.

"Eww!" George exclaimed, taking charge. "I'll be the ref. You, you, you and you are one team…" he pointed to Sebastian, Kurt, Liam and Craig. "Tom, Toby, John, and Phillip - you guys are the other. Good luck, gentlemen! May the odds be ever in your favor," he chuckled.

"Stop! Let's make this interesting," Tom challenged. "Losers skinny dip in the hotel pool at midnight tonight. Whattaya say?"

"I'm not skinny dipping," Craig protested, covering his clothed crotch with his hands.

"Then you better win, dude," Tom laughed.

The guys all nodded, trash talking each other as they took their positions, Kurt and Sebastian both playing attack. The game began with Tom kicking off.

It was the funniest and most bizarre game of sport Sebastian had ever played.
The field constantly moved under their feet, not only making it hard to judge where the ball would go, but also making it challenging to stay upright. The ball constantly ended up in the water and most of them took turns retrieving it to keep cool in the humid heat. There was more laughing and mocking than there was football.

Tom had almost scored two goals, but on both occasions Liam had pushed him into the water, laughing hysterically. George found Tom's protests highly amusing, simply declaring him out of bounds and calling play on.

Kurt was triumphant just before half-time, scoring the first goal of the game. He jumped into the air excitedly as his teammates ran to congratulate him with chest bumps and high fives. It was more like a scene from the World Cup than a 'friendly' game.

Sebastian had been watching Kurt as he jogged around the field, thoroughly enjoying the way the muscles of Kurt's athletic body flexed under his tight, sweaty shirt.

"Well done…very impressive, Hummel," Sebastian praised, hugging Kurt gently before brazenly patting his ass. "Didn't know you were the sporty type."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Kurt flirted, winking slyly. "I was kicker for a while on my high school football team, a very flexible cheerleader…" Kurt paused for effect, "and I'm extremely dangerous wielding my stick in combat class," he boasted confidently, tossing his hair from his face.

Sebastian looked at Kurt like he was seeing him for the first time, his eyes hungry as if he were a lion, and Kurt - a gazelle. He resisted the urge to drop to his knees right there on the soccer field, torn between bowing down before Kurt and screaming 'I am not worthy!' or alternatively sucking Kurt dry. The second option was his favorite.

Instead, Sebastian just smirked. He slipped the D&G shirt of Kurt's that he'd been wearing off over his head. He tossed the shirt aside, throwing himself backwards into the water to cool off. Kurt gasped and George called half-time as Sebastian hit the water.

Sebastian had looked amazing in Kurt's shirt. Kurt had been struggling all day not to stare but he could no longer resist once Sebastian came back to the surface. He was treading water, his wet hair plastered to his smiling face. Droplets of water beaded and ran down his lightly tanned chest causing Kurt's breath to catch in his throat as he openly admired Sebastian's physique. It suddenly occurred to him that this was not the first time he had noticed how attractive Bas was without a shirt.

"Bas! Outta the water! You're not supposed to be getting your tatt wet." Kurt offered him a hand. Sebastian was tempted to pull Kurt into the water with him but decided against it because of Kurt's tattoo.

He took Kurt's hand, climbing from the water and falling against Kurt's body as the pontoon rocked.

"Babe, I know I'm hot but you need to stop staring," Sebastian taunted, whispering softly against Kurt's ear. "People will start to talk, you know?"

Kurt blushed. Bas nipped at Kurt's earlobe teasingly. A breathy moan escaped Kurt's lips, doing unspeakable things to Sebastian. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered.

Kurt nodded.

"Please," he whimpered inaudibly.

Sebastian closed the small space between them. He slid his lips against Kurt's, eventually teasing them open with his tongue. Fireworks exploded in Kurt's brain and he responded lustfully, parting his lips, granting Bas's tongue access. Kurt sucked at the tip of Sebastian's tongue teasingly, forcing an involuntary moan from him.

"Oooo...Kurt...Babe..."

Forgetting everything but each other, the kiss intensified. Sebastian buried his hand in the back of Kurt's hair as Kurt gripped his hips and pulled him closer wanting more.

Tom cleared his throat interrupting the moment and Kurt's and Sebastian's lips reluctantly parted. They both panted breathlessly, only now noticing their friends all watching aghast as they attempted to compose themselves.

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" George found words first, asking, "Is this something you two do together now?"

"Shut up!" Sebastian scowled. The men all laughed, wolf-whistling and cat-calling, taunting their friends.

"Aww, But you make an adorable couple," Toby mocked.

Sebastian and Kurt both blushed, stepping apart reluctantly.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian mouthed to Kurt sincerely.

"I'm not," Kurt smiled, shrugging.

Sebastian smiled back shyly, still trembling internally from the kiss.

The men took a drink and a short swim while Kurt checked Bas's tattoo to insure it was dry. It stung a little from the salt water, so Kurt gently applied some ointment from his backpack before Sebastian put Kurt's shirt back on.

They all soon returned to their soccer game. The trash talk continued into the second half.

Toby puffed out his chest with pride as he scored a fluke goal and tied the game. Liam, the self-appointed captain, called a time-out and rallied his troops. He offered Sebastian, Kurt, and Craig inspired words of encouragement as the three men rolled their eyes at each other, laughing.

"Ugh! We just need our forwards to stop making out and score another fucking goal! We've got to beat these bastards!" Liam chuckled, then groaned in frustration.

"I've already scored mine. It's his turn," Kurt taunted Sebastian, nudging him with his elbow.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Kurt playfully.

"The scoring I want has nothing to do with soccer goals," he teased, realizing that maybe if he'd been watching the ball instead of Kurt, he'd be playing a better game.

"Concentrate, Smythe, concentrate," Liam reminded him as he returned to the field.

Sebastian was competitive. He wanted to win, but then again if they lost he would get to see Kurt naked and that definitely couldn't be considered a loss.

The game continued, taking on a whole new serious note as each man contemplated the fate of their dignity. It was all finally decided two minutes before the end of the game when an elated Tom bounced the soccer ball off his chest around Liam into the open goal.

Liam dropped to the ground dramatically in defeat screaming, "Nooooooooo!" while Tom did backflips across the field. Toby and their team mates jumped for joy.

Sebastian gazed over at Kurt, who looked decidedly troubled, as George called, "Time!"

"No way!" Craig shook his head, looking horrified. "I'm not skinny dipping! It ain't happening, bitches!"

Tom, Toby, and the rest of their team laughed as Kurt, Liam, and Craig looked uneasily at each other.

"Whatever," Sebastian shrugged, grinning smuggly. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of. Bring it!"

Kurt hid his blushing face.

"Umm...is this open for negotiation?"

Tom shook his head.

"A deal is a deal."

"I don't care about your stupid deal. I'm not taking my pants off in public,"
Craig argued. "I have a girlfriend. Nikoline would totally freak if she found out."

"Relax and let's go." George returned the soccer ball and they headed back down the beach to a bar.

"Craig's treat!" Tom called. "Since he's breaking the deal." The men all agreed, not wanting to risk Craig's relationship. Craig bought everyone beer and they drank them as they chatted.

"Do we really have to skinny dip?" Kurt asked Sebastian discretely, sipping his beer. "Your friends are ridiculous."

"I dunno. It might be kinda fun." Sebastian smirked, resting his hand on Kurt's forearm as he spoke. "Don't tell me you've never been skinny dipping before, Princess."

"I have," Kurt protested, "but only with..." He trailed off, taking a long gulp from his glass. "Anyway, it was in a far more private place than a hotel swimming pool."

"Oh! Don't worry, Kurtie," Sebastian teased. "I promise not to judge. I'll allow for shrinkage if the water is cold."

Kurt blushed furiously.

"Bas, you're impossible," he giggled. "That's never been a problem for me, though."

"Dayum!" Sebastian laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. "Kurt Hummel you are becoming so much fun."

Notes: The floating soccer field at Rawai is real. I haven't played on it and there's no attendant there renting out soccer balls. This is fiction though after all :P