What are you wearing? -S
Kurt read the text with a little smile. Looking over to where Sebastian was watching TV, Kurt was glad that Sebastian was reaching out to him in any way, knowing that he was better expressing himself sexually than talking sometimes. It was a start.
Sebastian had come back at the end of the weekend, as he had promised. But they hadn't talked, Sebastian shutting himself away in his bedroom whenever Kurt tried to bring things up. But at least he had been coming back to the apartment every night, sleeping in his own bedroom. Kurt was giving him some space.
Glancing down at his shorts and tank top, Kurt chuckled as he texted back.
My boyfriend's old lacrosse t-shirt. -K
Kurt snuck glances Sebastian's way, watching as he read the text and typed his reply. He closed his sketchbook, putting his pencils away.
Really? Is that all? Anything under the tee? -S
Getting up, Kurt went into Sebastian's bedroom. He found the well-worn Dalton lacrosse t-shirt, and quickly stripped and put it on. The tee hit his upper thighs, and he felt deliciously naughty as he gathered up his clothes and walked to his bedroom. Sebastian's eyes followed his motions, and Kurt could feel his eyes moving over his body like a physical caress.
In his own bedroom, Kurt put his clothes away and pulled back the sheets on the bed. Still, he waited another few minutes; drawing out the tension, knowing Sebastian was waiting for his reply. He looked in his closet, considering what to wear to work tomorrow.
That's for me to know, and you to find out. -K
With a smirk, Kurt turned back to the closet, pretending to sort through the clothes, but his heart was beating faster. Waiting. Waiting for the sound of Sebastian behind him.
He didn't have to wait long.
Arms wrapped around him, pulling him back against a tall, muscular body, dragging him away from the closet. Hands moved up his bare thighs, resting on his naked hips, and Sebastian's mouth came down to plant hot kisses on the back of his neck.
"You aren't wearing anything under the tee, you naughty boy." Sebastian growled near his ear.
Kurt shivered under his touch, pressing his bared ass back against Sebastian's erection, grinding. Oh, he had missed this, missed Sebastian, so much.
Turning in Sebastian's arms, Kurt looked up at his face, his green eyes dark and full of heat. Pushing his hands into his hair, Kurt hungrily pulled his head down to crash their mouths together.
"Just for you. Need you, want you so much." His whisper was harsh. Kurt pulled at the hem of Sebastian's shirt, pulling it up.
Sebastian's eyes didn't leave Kurt's as he stripped, seeing the way he followed every motion, his eyes showing his desire clearly. It only took a second to whip the old tee off Kurt and get them both on the bed.
Hot kisses and eager hands had them both panting, hard and fast. It had been over a week since they'd had sex last, the fight adding to their desperation to reconnect, in this way at least.
Kurt sighed as Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his underwear, slipping it on. He sat up, resting a hand on Sebastian's shoulder and pressing a kiss against the slightly sweaty skin there.
"Bas, stay. Sleep here." Kurt said softly. All those weeks of normal brownies showed that Sebastian could do it. He just needed to try. To believe it himself.
Sebastian's gaze met Kurt's, and Kurt almost cried at seeing the bared emotions there. He was still hurt, still angry at Kurt. Still not believing in himself, not able to trust. A mess. And Kurt felt awful for being the one the shake Sebastian's confidence in his progress so much. To damage their fragile relationship like this.
Getting out of the bed, Sebastian just shook his head, and walked out of the bedroom.
And Kurt curled against his pillow, breathing in the scent of the man who had just been there...but still so far away. Tears slipped down his cheeks, dampening the cotton.
"You're like my little toe, because I want to bang you on every piece of furniture in my house."
Kurt's eyes widened in shock at the text, and he checked again that it was from Johan. Had he meant to text his girlfriend, and accidentally texted Kurt instead?
Johan? Wrong window, I'm hoping? WTF, man? -K
Kurt bit his lip, wondering about the text. Johan had been a good friend lately, making sure to bug Kurt to stop working and go for lunch, knowing he was still upset over things with Sebastian. Trying to keep his spirits up.
But was there something else going on here? Kurt hoped not. He liked Johan as a friend only.
ROTF. It's just one of the fucking pervy comments I've had to clear off the website today. And they are all about you. -J
Kurt chuckled in relief at his text. Johan was a little tech savvy and one of his duties was monitoring the comments on the website, removing spam, insults and rude comments.
About me? What are you talking about? -K
Ever since our article went up on the website, I'm taking down comments about your picture every few hours.-J
Kurt scoffed at the idea of that. The article had gone up a couple days ago, and they felt proud of it. It listed their favorite vintage shops, with a few pictures of the stores and some of the great finds. To add a human touch, they had included a picture of Johan, grinning widely in that '70's shirt, and the one of Kurt in the jeans.
Yeah, right. You are just saying that as some weird way to cheer me up. -K
Geez, Kurt! When will you fucking realize that you are hot and just own it? I'm straight, and even I can comfortably say that you have a great ass. -J
You are so full of bullshit. -K
OK, you asked for it. I'm going to send you a copy of every fucking perved-out comment about you before I delete it from the website, until you admit that you are a hottie that is sending our readers into lust-filled frenzies. -J
Kurt just scoffed again, shaking his head at his friend's delusions.
You're so selfish! You get to have that body the rest of your life and I just want it for one night. -J
Kurt read the text and just rolled his eyes. It had been going on for days now, and he was half-convinced that Johan was making most of them up.
He set down the phone and turned back to watching the old Seinfeld rerun. Sebastian was sitting beside him, playing a game on his phone. It had like this all week, an uneasy truce where Sebastian would hang out with Kurt as long as sensitive subjects weren't brought up. Things Kurt desperately wanted to talk about, just wanting things to go back to normal, to clear the air. He'd apologized, many times, but he could tell by Sebastian's body language that he wasn't ready to forgive or trust Kurt fully yet.
Sebastian grabbed Kurt's phone and hopped off the couch, out of reach. "Your phone has been blowing up all night. What's going on?" He clicked the phone on, reading the last message and pinning Kurt with a hard stare.
"I like every bone in your body, including mine." Sebastian read out, scrolling along. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar, because you have a sweet ass."
Fuck.Like he needed this headache on top of everything else. He would kill Johan later, definitely. Sighing, Kurt went over to Sebastian, reaching for his phone, but Sebastian held it out of reach. "Give me my phone back."
"These are all from Johan, Kurt. How long has this been going on?" Sebastian's voice was a low, dangerous growl, his eyes searching Kurt's expression.
Dropping back on the sofa, Kurt ran his hands through his hair. "It's not what it looks like. They are comments he's deleting from , and just sending to me as a joke."
Sebastian scoffed. "I always wondered about him, Kurt. Sorry if it's a stereotype, but how many straight guys are that into high fashion? I always though he was bi at least."
"It's not like that at all. We're just friends. He knows that we are going through a rough patch and he's sending the website comments as a way to cheer me up. Make me feel better about myself." Kurt opened his laptop, clicking over to the vintage store piece.
Sebastian scanned over the article, before zipping to the bottom to read page after page of viewer comments. "Most of these comments are about your picture, not the article at all."
Shrugging, Kurt felt a bit embarrassed. But it was also flattering. So many people taking the time to comment on his picture. He wasn't some famous celebrity, just a twenty-two year old college student. And the comments Johan had left up on the website were nice instead of so directly sexual. Kurt had spent time reading through them the last few days, in addition to the raunchy ones Johan texted.
Putting down the laptop, Sebastian pushed Kurt flat on the sofa, crawling on top of him. "All those people can look at you, but I'm the only one who gets to touch." His eyes looked down at Kurt, daring him to refute the comment.
Kurt felt an instant reaction to seeing that look on Sebastian's face; proud, defiant, claiming what was his. He put his hands on Sebastian's broad shoulders, pulling him closer as Sebastian kissed along his neck, his touch rough and urgent. Sebastian's hips rocked against Kurt's, and he arched up to press harder together, crying out as he felt Sebastian's teeth biting his skin. Marking his neck in a spot Kurt wouldn't be able to hide with a scarf.
And Kurt was just as rough on Sebastian, his teeth doing it's share of marking. Mine.
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