"What do you want, Smythe?" Louis asked; he was lounging in the rehearsal room, his eyes closed and his hands folded on his chest.

"How'd you know it was me?" Sebastian looked a little unnerved.

"Because your cologne stinks up the whole room." Louis sat up and narrowed his eyes at the sight of the brunet. "I'm the only one here. Do you need something?"

"I just wanted to talk to you," Sebastian said smoothly, sitting down next to Louis, who scooted away.

"Look, Smythe, I have nothing to say to you, okay?"

"What about the time you tried to kill me?"

"What, last week? You were being your typical dick self and said I have a squeaky voice, which, for the record, I do not, so I may have poisoned your Courvoisier, sue me."

"I intend to," Sebastian muttered.

"Good luck proving it," Louis scoffed, pretending to examine his nails. "Okay, enough gallivanting around. I'll ask once more. What do you want?"

"What? Are you British or something?" Louis rolled his eyes.

"No, just crazy is all," he smirked. "What are you looking to gain here, Sebastian?"

"You," Sebastian whispered, pressing Louis back against the couch. Louis turned red and bit his lip.

"What-what are you d-doing?" he stammered, blinking rapidly. Sebastian bent down in front of him and unbuckled his pants. "S-Sebastian, w-what the f-fuck?"

"Shh. You'll scare it away." Sebastian rubbed Louis' penis; the boy shuddered at the touch.

"Please don't t-touch me," Louis whispered, swallowing hard.

"Louis, you know you want all of this," Sebastian purred, licking his lips.


"You're fucking kidding me. You practically raped him," Kurt snorted.

"He didn't say no," Sebastian shrugged.

"He told you not to touch him. Isn't that enough?"


"Seb, please take your hands off of me," Louis moaned. Sebastian didn't answer; he only began to suck Louis' dick. "Please." He squeaked once the brunet got rougher, using his teeth.

"You like this, Herlihy?" Sebastian managed to say while he sucked him off.

"Get off!" Louis snapped, shoving Sebastian backwards. "Goddamn it," he muttered, running his hands over his face.

"You liked it," Sebastian sneered, only to see lights flashing around him as Louis had just punched him in the face. "What the fuck, you little shit?!"

"Fuck you, Smythe. Just go fuck a garbage disposal!" Louis ran out of the room.


"You deserved that," Kurt commented.

"Gee, thanks a lot, Hummel."