Warning: Sexual Content somewhere in the middle!
Chapter Ten
Burt and Carole stood at the door with a small compact suit of luggage. They were taking a trip to Washington DC and wouldn't return until next Saturday.
Burt looked uncomfortable as he turned to the two teenagers that they were leaving the house to. "No parties," he pointed at Finn when he said this. Finn squeaked and bobbed his head quickly. "Also, I'd say no friends over, but I know that you'll do it anyway." He sighed heavily, and lowered his eyes. "Whatever happens, I don't want to hear about it, and this house better be in the same shape we left it in."
"Don't use this as an excuse to skip school either," Carole said sharply.
Kurt gasped. "Me?"
"Both of you," Burt said gruffly, but it was obvious that it was all directed to Finn. "Also -" he paused, and then shook his head. "Never mind. Let's go Carole," he touched the small of her back. "I don't want to know about Sebastian or Rachel - or anyone for that matter."
Kurt kept a straight face, but Finn flushed spectacularly.
"I've left the family credit card in case of emergency, and only Kurt knows where it is."
Finn huffed. "Why is it always on me?"
Carole's eyes narrowed. "Shall I explain what happened three years ago when I left you alone? Or how about the time I left you a debit card for emergencies, and I found two hundred dollars in Pizza Hut charges."
"Oh." Embarrassed, Finn shifted from foot to foot.
"Yes, oh, and now that you're eighteen I'm hoping that some maturity has gotten through to you. If not, I'll have to rethink this eighteen thing."
"Besides, I've always been good with money. My wardrobe is expansive because I know how to balance a checkbook." He turned to his father, hands on hips. "Be careful, and eat right! No medium rare steaks, dad," Kurt chastised. "We'll be good, promise."
"Can you promise me who won't be over?" Burt asked uncomfortably.
"No, I don't want to lie to you."
Burt cleared his throat. "Leaving now." He gruffly hugged his son, and clasped Finn on the shoulder as Carole hugged both boys. "Don't forget, Kurt. I need you at the garage at least twice to make sure everything is running smoothly.
"We'll miss you boys."
Soon they were gone, and Finn and Kurt remained still until they heard the shuttle car disappear with their parents.
Immediately, Kurt turned to Finn. "We stay out of each other's room, and every place else is neutral ground. Got it?"
Finn nodded seriously. "Got it." he repeated.
"Whatever happens in this house stays in this house, and you damn well better tell Rachel that because if I hear gossip in glee club, I will make sure Carole takes back your adult status." He smiled prettily, and once again if they were in an anime, one of them would have sweat-dripped, and it wasn't Kurt this time.
"Alright! I swear, and besides I don't want Rachel over all week. I'm inviting Puck and some of the guys."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he text Sebastian, and invited him over for the week. "Fine, but make sure Noah doesn't irritate Sebastian too much. You have no idea how hard it is to clean blood off things." He walked away leaving Finn to grimace openly.
Sebastian and Rachel appeared roughly at the same time as one another. He pulled out his duffel bag, a six pack of imported beer, and his leather jacket.
"If it isn't Minnie Mouse. I always knew that Minnie and Goofy were fucking behind Mickey's back. I never had proof until now," he teased as she stepped out with her nose in the air.
She flinched at his language. "You are vulgar." Her eyes fell on the six pack of alcohol.
"As much as you're annoying, Minnie."
"Don't call me that!"
Sebastian swung the door open, and let out a wolf whistle to announce his presence.
Kurt appeared from the kitchen, and his mouth went a little dry when he saw a frilly pink apron wrapped around his expensive clothes. His hair was styled more messy than usual. There was something about Kurt holding a mixing bowl with an apron that Sebastian found especially hot.
"Hey guys. Finn's upstairs, Rachel. You better use my mini-fridge for that coyote, otherwise Noah will try and steal it."
"Then he'll find out why underestimating me is a bad thing." Sebastian dropped a kiss on Kurt's pouty lips. "Why are you wearing such a girly apron?" He plucked at the frill curiously.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "The only one I could find."
"Hm." He was suddenly lost in the idea of Kurt wearing nothing but that apron, and bent over the kitchen counter. "I'll excuse you, but I reserve the right to tease you later."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "As if that's ever stopped you. Go put your things up." He arched an eyebrow at Rachel who was still standing there clutching the end of her god-awful plaid skirt. "Can I help you, Rachel?"
"Uhm, no." She went off upstairs leaving Sebastian to snicker.
"I don't think she likes me much."
"I think she loves Blaine too much," Kurt contradicted. "I think if Blaine was straight, Finn wouldn't have a chance in hell. Blaine and Rachel would be the golden couple."
"That sounds disgusting. I'm glad I brought something to wash the image away."
Kurt laughed and slapped Sebastian on the butt as he passed. "Go put that up!"
Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "Is that an invite?"
Kurt poked his tongue out childishly as he headed back to the kitchen without replying. He fixed a rather large meal, and set aside a vegan lasagna for Rachel. As much as Rachel annoyed him, and tried to ruin his life (with her good intentions) he would never let anyone call him a bad host.
Sebastian spent his time tugging on the apron, and whispering things into Kurt's ear about what he'd love to do with that apron.
Finn and Rachel came down when Finn's nose caught the whiff of food.
"Well if it isn't Minnie Mouse and Goofy," Sebastian teased pulling his beer out of the freezer.
Rachel glowered, and Finn looked a little confused.
"Finn, please set the table," Kurt requested.
"Sure thing, smells good! What are we having?"
"Lasagna, and I've made a small pan for you, Rachel. Sebastian would you please get the coke and green-teas out?"
Sebastian set his drink aside, and did exactly that, but his smirk at Rachel had her glaring.
"You didn't have to go through all this trouble, Kurt, thanks," Rachel said sheepishly. "You were always such a good cook."
"Someone in my family had to be," Kurt remarked. "There was no way I was living off bologna sandwiches and fried eggs."
"So, Minnie doesn't like meat," Sebastian leered setting the drinks out on the counter.
Rachel growled. "For your information, I do not condone the killing of animals or using animal products of any kind. It's a barbaric system, and one I will have no part in thank you."
Apparently, she didn't get Sebastian's hint. "Perhaps you are still a Virgin Mary. Boy, Goofy, I feel sorry for you. How often do you get cockblocked?"
Finn looked like he was about actually answer when he caught Rachel's glare. He bowed his head, and continued setting the table, but when he caught Sebastian's eyes, he mouthed, 'too often.'
"That is not appropriate for dinner," Rachel fussed. "And it's none of your business."
"So, Kurt and I are your business?"
"Bastian," Kurt warned with a flick of his wrist. "Be good tonight. You have a whole week to annoy them."
Sebastian sulked, and scooped up his bottle before taking a long drink. "Alright, but I reserve the right to piss them off later."
"You love being contrary don't you?" Rachel asked taking one of the green teas for herself, and a coke for Finn.
"Love it, Minnie. I live to piss people off."
"Dude, you sound like Puck."
Sebastian sneered and was about to say something about the meathead when he was distracted by Kurt bending over to pull the food out of the oven. Fucking Hell!
Rachel's eyes were narrowed on Sebastian, and Finn didn't seem to be paying attention as he downed his can of coke in one go.
Kurt shared the small dish with Rachel as Sebastian and Finn ate the lasagna.
"You're not going vegan on me are you?" Sebastian asked with a frown.
"No, but I've taken in far too many calories this week. Coach Sylvester will kick my butt if I gain even an ounce. We have Regionals before Christmas in Dayton. If we win then we'll have Nationals in Los Angeles in May. After all she's done for me, I'm going to win for her this year. Besides, I'm not cooking all this week." He looked pointedly at Finn who was shoveling food into his mouth like he were about to die of hunger. "And I don't want Carole to think I've starved her dear son."
Sebastian snorted, and leaned back lazily. "Nick and Jeff were asking about Regionals, and since I have to go and make sure things don't get out of hand, I might as well have help."
Kurt chuckled. "It won't be nearly as risque as Friday's assembly."
"I still don't know why Coach Sylvester would do something so vulgar," Rachel chimed in. "I mean, she about killed us when we did Rocky Horror, and pulled the fire alarm when we did Toxic in front of the school."
"Coach Sylvester hasn't had a win since I was on the team, and she's getting agitated about it. She wants her win, and since its my final year, I'm going to give it to her. It was mainly a way to get me loosened up, and comfortable around the crowds," he lied easily. He was not going to tell her everything he'd told Sebastian.
Finn was trying to talk to Sebastian about something or other, and this was amusing because he would throw everything he said back in his face, and then retract it with a more appropriate answer. To say that it left Finn completely confused was an understatement.
"You are on dish duty, Finn."
"What? Dude!"
Kurt glared icily. "Unless you wish for me to throw away what is left of the lasagna, and you can starve until your mom gets back you will do the dishes."
"I think that's appropriate, Finn," Rachel said touching him gently on the arm. "I'll help you."
"Thanks, babe!" He kissed her cheek, and Sebastian made fake gagging noises.
Rachel shot him a dark look, and he flashed her a shark like grin in return.
Kurt wrapped the leftovers as Sebastian tossed his bottle in the sink.
"If you keep bending over like that, I'm not going to be responsible for what happens." He pressed his crotch against Kurt's backside suggestively causing Kurt to try and stand up straight only to find arms curling around him, and lips assaulting his neck.
"Bastian..." he breathed aware of the sudden gawking in the room.
Sebastian gripped Kurt's hip. "Come on, you can do that later," he insisted tugging Kurt away from the refrigerator.
Kurt went quite willingly, Sebastian winked at the two in the room. "You can watch if you want. You might finally get laid, Goofy." He didn't wait for any sort of response as he led Kurt to the bedroom.
"I hope you were kidding. I don't want anyone to watch."
"Maybe. I wouldn't really give a shit. Not like I'd notice them so long as they don't touch what belongs to me." He kissed Kurt deeply. "I'm going to take you, Kurt. You can have me later, but I want you so fucking bad that you better tell me to stop if you don't want this."
Kurt shuddered, and opened his mouth to Sebastian's tongue. "I trust you."
Those three innocent words changed everything, and their kisses became different. If Kurt was scared, he didn't show it. Sebastian did everything right, and with all of his experience, Kurt didn't fear what could happen.
The first time Sebastian entered him, Kurt about came off the bed.
Sebastian gently massaged Kurt's body, and stilled as he peppered the boy's chest with kisses until he became used to him.
Kurt moaned, and gripped a hold of Sebastian biceps. His thin fingernails dug into his skin without shame. "More!" he demanded through gritted teeth. He could take this.
"I refuse to hurt you," Sebastian hissed kissing Kurt pained whimper.
"I can take it." He breathed deeply, and arched his back when Sebastian slowly worked his magic causing Kurt's skin to become sensitive, and the pain soon dissolved along the hum of pleasure whenever Sebastian hit that small ball of nerves inside of him that made sex so worth it for the one on the bottom.
It was slow at first, splitting pain had raced down him like a form of torture but now that his body was accepting Sebastian inside of him. He needed more.
Kurt let out a gasping cry whenever he was filled to the very top. The pressure was suffocating and he wondered if he was going to die like that. If he was, Kurt admitted that it was a good way to go, and the more Sebastian moved the better it felt until Kurt's cries became loud pleading moans for more. His legs were shamelessly spread around Sebastian's torso as he moved in faster, and more desperate.
Every time he cried it was kissed away, and when his back arched naturally, Kurt was held onto tightly and the filled sensation grew. His fear disappeared and he allowed all of his inhibitions to run wild and rampant as he reached up and took Sebastian's lips in a smothering kiss that left them both panting.
"Open your eyes," Sebastian commanded huskily.
Shivering, Kurt moaned as his eyes fluttered open to lock with Sebastian's, and while he'd seen lust many times on Sebastian's face, this was something different.
"Keep them that way."
"Harder," Kurt demanded feeling the building pressure about to explode. "Harder!"
"Demanding little kitten are we?" He licked Kurt's lips when he received a lust-filled glare. "I like how vocal you are."
Kurt bit down on Sebastian's shoulder as he moved in harder, holding his legs and diving in for the kill. For the second time that night, he found his body reacting to the vibration that shot through him and released all across their chests as his eyes rolled.
Sebastian's release had been a very long time coming. He wasn't sure if he could hold out any longer. He had tried his best, but he held Kurt down, and filled the condom as he cursed his lover's name.
It had been at least a year when he had taken someone's virginity, and could quite clearly remembered that it hadn't been as pleasant as some people thought. It had always been awkward because not only would their fear consume them, but they were usually very boring.
However, Kurt was unbelievable. He brought his hands around, and clutched Kurt tightly to his chest. His heart pounded, and he could practically feel Kurt's doing the same.
His brain had stopped functioning some time ago, but soon it began to whirr with life. He buried his nose into the side of Kurt's neck, and chuckled hoarsely when he realized that his boyfriend still smelled good even if it was mixed with sweat and sex.
"What?" Kurt choked blinking repeatedly in hopes of diminishing the black spots.
"You are unbelievable," he voiced his thoughts.
"Of course I am."
Sebastian gently laid Kurt down on the pillows, admiring the glistening flesh with intensity as he tugged off the condom, and flung it across the room where it landed on the edge of the bin.
"I have never had to wait so long."
Kurt poked his tongue out, and closed his eyes. He was exhausted now, and he was having a little trouble breathing. His lower body was numb, but he knew that it wouldn't last, and that tomorrow he would most likely be whining in pain. "Poor Sebastian."
"That's right, I waited for you."
"Mmm."
"What?" he asked collapsing onto the side, and stretching out his legs. They'd been in one position for too long.
"Nothing," Kurt shifted on his side, and laid his head across Sebastian's chest.
"I would have continued waiting, kitten," Sebastian said placing his forearm over his eyes tiredly.
"I wanted you."
"Everyone wants me." Kurt bit lightly on Sebastian's nipple causing a yelp. "Hey! Easy there."
"You and I make quite the pair."
"We're both conceited in our own ways. I think I'm sexy, and you think you're beautiful. But, I have to argue with you. You are beautiful and sexy, and Sebastian Smythe doesn't lie about that."
Kurt rolled his eyes, and tucked an arm between him and Sebastian. "You're just hoping to get laid again."
"Maybe, will it work?"
"Maybe," Kurt repeated. "But, right now, I want to sleep."
"I need a beer. A beer would be perfect after hot sex. It's like smoking after sex to some people."
Kurt wrinkled. "Smoking is horrible."
"I agree. So, we have the whole week to ourselves?"
"Sort of, I have to share the house with Finn, but I told him that we stay away from each other's rooms, and that the rest of the house was neutral ground."
"Does that mean I can't put you in an apron, and fuck you over the counter?" Kurt lazily raised a hand, and tapped Sebastian's mouth. "What? It's your fault!" He smirked, and bit down on the fingers resting on his lips.
"Ouch!"
"Shouldn't try to hush the coyote. It never ends well for the kitten."
"The kitten is more dangerous than he lets on," Kurt murmured feeling so comfortable. He knew he had to get a shower, but he simply couldn't move.
"Oh, I know. You're a rough little kitten. You must be a tiger cub because no virgin has ever demanded me to fuck them harder."
Kurt wrinkled his nose. "Yuck."
"Sorry, baby," Sebastian plucked at Kurt's hair gently. "Didn't mean it like that."
"Hn?"
"Actually, I have a lot of reserves on ever doing a virgin."
"Sebastian!" Kurt groaned in irritation. He made to turn away, but Sebastian snatched a hold of him before he could.
"Listen to me."
"I don't want to. Not so soon afterwards."
"Just listen. What I'm saying is that virgins usually come with a heavy price. I may be a sex crazed maniac, and prowled a lot, but I never set out to hurt anyone. Having sex with a virgin you don't care about is a tall order. Not only is it dangerous, but even I wasn't that cruel."
"What about Blaine?"
"Didn't know he was a virgin. In fact, I didn't know you were a virgin until you told me about midget trying to teach you to be sexy. For fuck's sake there is nothing to be taught."
Kurt shook his head. "I don't want to talk about him. That chapter of my life is over, and no, I never slept with him. We never did anything more than make out a few times."
"How long were you together?"
"Er – March?"
"And you went that long without doing anything?" Sebastian cringed visibly. "That would suck," he admitted.
"Blaine never showed any interest. Why do you think my dad looks at you strangely? There really wasn't anything sexy. It was all cute and innocent even in private."
"Borrring."
"Mmm, and then he gets drunk, and thinks – okay, now we can have sex. That really made me feel like shit. To him, I wasn't good enough when he was sober, but once he was drunk, he wanted it all in the backseat of a fucking car."
"Jekyll and Hyde."
"Hm... I used to think things were perfect," Kurt murmured sleepily. "That someone finally wanted me, but it was all wrong, and I didn't even know it."
Sebastian frowned at the ceiling. He could feel Kurt's even breathing against him, and looked down at the perfect figure curled around him. When Kurt shivered, Sebastian drew the blanket over them. He couldn't quite understand his thoughts, and that worried him.
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Sebastian awoke sometime in the middle of the night. The warmth snuggled into his side was familiar and comforting. However, his bladder was demanding his attention. As quietly as he possibly could, he eased Kurt onto the down feather pillow, and vacated the bed before he had an accident.
Coming out, he yawned and stretched his arms above his head. He had fallen asleep before seven o' clock which was very odd for a Saturday night. He knew that Kurt was exhausted, and he knew he would have to pamper him when he woke. He fished through his duffel bag for some shorts, and snatched a bottle of beer from the little fridge in the corner.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep yet, and headed out of the basement bedroom into the hall. All the lights were out, and the house was as still as could be until he flipped one on, and looked around curiously.
He never really looked around the Hummel-Hudson household, but now that he could he noticed Elizabeth's portrait hanging above a beautiful well aged piano. Gliding over, Sebastian leaned forward to get a better look at the woman. He'd seen the clippings in the newspaper, but he was still amazed by how stunning she was. Her and Kurt could have been twins. Her smile wasn't staged like a lot of women, instead it was soft and natural.
It was Kurt's smile.
Ever since Sebastian was young, he'd had an aversion to women. He didn't know why either. He couldn't explain it. They'd never done anything to him. He simply never looked at them the way he had with boys.
He took a long drink from his beer, and closed his eyes as he began to feel sleepy. He made to go back to bed when he ran into Minnie Mouse.
She flinched when she saw him, and he arched an eyebrow. "Don't fear me, Minnie Mouse. Just heading for bed." He flashed her a grin causing her to scowl.
She had a flustered look about her as she growled under her throat. "Why do you hate me?"
Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "Hate you? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Finn and me!" she declared. "You hate us, why?"
Chuckling, Sebastian leaned against the wall by the basement steps. "It takes a lot of energy to hate someone, and believe me Minnie Mouse you and Goofy are not worth it. I don't particularly like you or anything."
"What have we done to you?"
"I don't like the way you treat, Kurt."
"Me? Me? You're the one who treats him like he's a piece of meat."
"A delicious piece of meat that I'll gladly devour any day of the week," Sebastian said shamelessly. "I don't like how you try to ruin Kurt's life by pretending you care."
"I do care! I love Kurt!"
"Really? Are you sure about that?"
"If this is about the election-"
"I already know about that, but you know what I see, Minnie Mouse?"
Rachel frowned. "What?"
He leaned closer, and stared right into her eyes. "I see jealousy. You're jealous."
Rachel puffed herself up like a peacock, and Sebastian found it amusing. "I am not!" she said too quickly.
"Oh, yes, yes you are. You're threatened by Kurt. I see it in your eyes. I saw it at the assembly, and I know about your little disastrous rendezvous with Blaine Anderson."
She rocked back on her heels as if she'd been slapped, and her cheeks were fire red. "I was drunk!"
"You sought to take away something that Kurt wanted."
"No!"
"Yes, and I know all about the whole Finn ordeal."
"I don't have to listen to this! You have no idea what you're talking about." She crossed her arms in a huff.
"Trust me, Minnie, I do. You don't think I see a certain someone staring a little too long at Kurt when he thinks no one is looking? You don't think I recognize the way you look at him at times? It's like you can't believe he's better than you."
Rachel's eyes narrowed. "Who... what are you talking about?"
"Kurt's a perfect little kitten, while you are just a mouse. In the end, the mouse gets eaten. That's how it works. Good night, Minnie Mouse."
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A/N: I sort of shaded over their first time. I don't write first times well, and so I thought I'd be a little more vague, and not as graphic as I normally would write. I also wasn't feeling in the mood to write smut.
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