[Kurt]
When Noah is dragging him out of the room and up the stairs, Kurt pretends not to see Sebastian's hands moving down to the guy's ass. They go up to Rachel's room, lock the door, and sit on the bed, facing each other. "Didn't she say to stay off her bed?"
Noah just smirks, "She thinks we're going to fuck on it, Princess. I'm sure she'd be fine with us just talking here."
Kurt shrugs. "What did you want to talk about?"
"How 'bout the fact that you had your head buried in Karofsky's chest so you wouldn't have to look at Sebastian?" Noah gives him a knowing look.
"Ugh. Can we not talk about it? It's fine. He's going to hook up with a warbler. It's not that big of a deal." Kurt flops back on the bed.
"Sure, it's not. That's why you're pouting about it." At Kurt's glare, Noah chuckles, "I've seen how you look at him, Princess."
Kurt sighs, closing his eyes, "It's just physical. It's Sebastian. You know there can't be actual feelings involved. If he even agreed to sleep with me, it'd be a one night stand. The absolute best I could hope for would be friends-with-benefits. And honestly, it's not going to happen. He doesn't see me that way. He never has."
"How do you know?" Noah raises an eyebrow.
"Aside from the obvious? He told me. We talked about it after the whole basket thing. He used David as an example, which I get. Someone hot as hell, but someone you couldn't sleep with."
Noah leans back on his hands, "He'd only really known you for a week at that point. How do you know he still feels that way?"
Blushing all the way down his neck, Kurt says, "L-last Saturday, the day the wars started, I was taking a bath... and thinking about how Sebastian had climbed into bed with us... and I kind of... um... removed you from the picture and was..." Kurt stops himself, huffing. "I was jacking off, okay? And he walked in. I guess it was too early, and he was half asleep, and didn't realize the bathroom was... occupied."
Noah laughs, "Oh god, I'm sorry I missed this. Was his face priceless?"
"No. Actually, he looked horrified. He screamed and slammed the door." Kurt huffs. "So now I don't know if he was just telling me he thought I was hot just to be nice, or if he was just shocked, or if he sees me as a baby penguin as much as Blaine used to. None of it is good news."
"Well, either way, he's bound to have thought about it since then. Let's take him out of the equation, what it is that you want?"
Kurt sighs and lays down beside him, putting his head on Noah's chest. "I don't know. I don't think I really know him well enough to know if I could actually love him or not. We never talk about him. It's all about my past, what I've done. Neither of us have even mentioned our mothers... but... physically? Yeah. I'd take pretty much anything he offered. Which is sad."
"It's not sad, Princess, it's normal. No one can control who they're attracted to. All you can control is what you do about it. You know that I feel that way about you. If, at any time, you decide to take on Puckzilla, you know I'd be down for that. I'm pretty sure our friendship would survive. I don't know what would happen if we dated, but hell, I'd try that too. You're the most important person in my life right now, besides Beth, who isn't really mine either anymore."
"Noah, Beth may not be in your care, but she's still your daughter. At least you get to see her, spend time with her. And I'm yours, too. I'm just not 'your man'. You'll have to accept that someone else gets first rights, if I ever actually manage to keep a relationship going." Kurt sighs.
"And you're sure it can't be him?" Noah looks down at him.
"I don't know, Noah. I doubt it. It's too hard to keep someone locked in a basement in this day and age. And that's the only way it would happen."
When Kurt and Noah come back downstairs they are met with a loud chorus of cheers. Kurt just puts on his bitchface and looks around for Blaine or David. When he finally finds them, he almost swallows his tongue. Which is ironic. Because they're trying their very best to eat each other, mouths first.
When he stops dead, Noah runs into his back. "What the fuck, Princess?" Looking over his shoulder, Noah cheers louder than everyone else had. "Get ya' some, Karofsky!"
David doesn't even stop, just lift his hand off Blaine's ass to flip Noah off, before putting it back. Kurt can't stop the giggle-fit that erupts at that. He finally turns to Noah, pointedly not looking around the room. "Okay, it's getting late and I clearly need to get Sam and David home before they get in trouble."
"Sure, sure, babe." After looking around the room, Noah spots Sebastian, hand almost shoved down the back of that warbler's pants. "Uh, you get Dave, I'm gonna look for Sam."
Kurt isn't fooled, but doesn't ask. "Right. See ya outside." When Kurt walks up to the couch, he's almost sorry to interrupt, but he really needs to get out of there. "Okay guys, break it up. You'll see each other at my house tomorrow, for my birthday almost-a-party. I'll even text you both each others' numbers. But I really need to get home."
When they break apart, David is obviously too drunk to pick up on anything, but Blaine looks over to the corner by the stage and smiles sadly, "No problem, hun. Let's get this big guy outside, huh?"
While they are each putting an arm around David, Kurt can see Noah all but dragging a half-asleep Sam up the stairs.
Once they get Sam laying out in the middle row, and David climbs into the passenger seat, Kurt glances back at Noah and Blaine. "Um, do you think one of you could go get Sebastian? I'm just going to text Finn and tell him we're going."
Blaine volunteers, "I'll go. I'd probably be a bit more... tactful." After he walks away, Noah nods,
"That's probably true. All I want to do is break his face."
Kurt takes a deep breath, "It's not his fault, Noah. He just doesn't feel the same way I do."
Kurt's phone chimes, interrupting Noah's muttering. Eventually Kurt finds his voice enough to tell him, "Um. So... Sebastian is going to Blaine's with the warblers."
When Noah's back stiffens and he looks pissed off enough to storm back inside, Kurt says, "Stop! It's fine. Honestly, I'm exhausted. I just want to go home and sleep. It's one less drunk boy to deal with."
Noah watches him for a second before saying, "You sure, babe?"
Kurt huffs, cocking a hip, "Yes! I'm fine-" He's cut off by Finn running outside. He bends double, out of breath, and says,
"Puck! Dude, can you stay? Quinn is really drunk and she won't stop asking where you went, and Santana keeps crying, saying she doesn't know what she's going to do next year without Brittany, and I really just don't know what the fuck to do. Everyone else is too drunk to care."
When Noah turns back to Kurt, he waves him off, "Go, Noah, it's fine. I'm going to take David home, get Sam in bed, and then sleep. There's no reason for you to blow off the party just because I'm stupid. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay, but only because the douche is going with Helmet Hair." Noah hugs him, whispering, "I'm going to steal Finn's phone, text me when you get home. Love you, babe."
Kurt has to fight off tears, "Love you too, Noah." After he's climbed into the Navigator, Kurt takes a minute to find his bag, digging out a tissue. When he glances at the other two boys, he isn't surprised at all to find them both asleep. Shaking his head, he starts up his car. Right before he pulls out, he hears his phone chime.
From Blaine: Um... as soon as Puck came in and grabbed a drink, Quinn attacked him with her face, which Puck laughed at, but didn't stop. Things are getting weird here.
Kurt considers responding, but decides against it. As he makes his way to David's house, barely two minutes later, he hears his phone chime again. And again. When he stops the car, the first thing he does is check his messages.
From Blaine: o wow. When Seb saw what was going on with Puck, he literally dropped Steven in the floor and stomped over to him, demanding to know what he was even still doing here.
From Blaine: Okay, last update, bc I know you're driving. Seb isn't coming with us. He said he's just going to go crash on Rachel's couch. Didn't even make sure Steven was ok.
Kurt mentally cheers, He's not going to sleep with him?! Eventually he texts back,
To Blaine: Thanks for the info, I'm dealing with drunk boys, I'll see you tomorrow! =D
Kurt doesn't even try to keep the wide grin off his face, suddenly excited to have his room to himself. "Come on, David! Let's get you inside."
Looks like I'm going to be using my new toy after all.
[Sebastian]
As the silver SUV pulls up outside the Hudson-Hummel house, Sebastian feels like his head is going to explode. By the time he manages to stumble inside, Rachel is already throwing their arms around Kurt and wishing him Happy Birthday. Puck and Finn have disappeared upstairs.
Sebastian just goes up, determined to drown himself in the shower to escape the pounding in his head.
An hour, some aspirin, and a shower later, Sebastian almost feels human again. By the time he makes it back downstairs, Rachel is gone. Kurt is in the kitchen playing around with what appears to be a new coffee machine.
"Hey. I hope your head doesn't feel like mine does." Seb sits at the table, putting his head down.
Kurt laughs, "Nope! Unlike some people, I didn't drink. I got home, spent a lovely evening by myself, and woke up early to make a coffee cake for our brunch/birthday almost-a-party." Kurt turns back to the coffee maker. "Want one? I've almost got the hang of it now. If I didn't work at the Lima Bean, I'd be so clueless."
Sebastian mutters, "Sure. You know my order, apparently." Glancing up at Kurt, he asks, "So, where did that thing come from?"
"Oh! Dad called, him and Carole got me this for my birthday. Now I won't spend a fortune on coffee when I get to New York. I love it! It does everything but kiss you hello in the morning." When Kurt walks over with a cup, Sebastian just grunts out a 'thanks', and tries to figure out what exactly happened the night before.
Okay, so for the most part I remember what happened, but it doesn't make sense. Puck and Kurt weren't any more all over each other than usual. In fact, Puck put Kurt in my lap. Then Kurt ran off... understandable I guess. I somehow ended up spending most of the party with a lap full of horny warbler. I almost slept with said warbler.
Then, after Kurt left, Puck stayed. And was making out with that Quinn chick. Ugh. I'm so confused. Are they together or not? It sounded like it the other night. But Kurt came back alone. And doesn't seem upset by it at all. Actually, he doesn't seem upset by anything. Which is good. It's his birthday, he shouldn't be miserable. Ugh. Whatever. I'll just survive this party thing and then go back to bed. At least I got his present and have managed to hide it from him.
Getting up and putting his cup back in the sink, Sebastian says, "Thanks, Peach." and gives him a kiss to the cheek, before heading out to his car to get the present out of the trunk. He doesn't notice the shocked look that Kurt gives him as he walks away.
[Kurt]
Later, as Kurt passes out the specialized coffee drinks, he's all but bouncing due to the awesomeness that is his dad's present. While he's eating the Pecan Coffee Cake he'd made that morning, he can't help but glance around. Kurt is a little shocked that Finn is the only completely straight man in the room. Wow. Remember when I was the only gay guy I knew? Holy shit.
Finn was sitting with Sam on the floor, talking about CoD. David was sitting in the chair, peeking glances at Blaine while talking to Sebastian, not being subtle at all. Blaine was on the end of the couch, just kind of... gazing dreamily at David. Okay, that's weird. I'm going to have to talk to him about that. And Noah was sitting on the other side from Blaine, with Kurt in his lap, rubbing his lower back while he kicked at Finn and Sam.
We're the weirdest group ever. Kurt is still buzzing from opening presents. He can't believe how blessed he is with these friends. Finn got him a portable iphone charger, so he wouldn't be running around with low battery in New York. Sam got him noise canceling headphones, in case he couldn't sleep with all the street sounds there. David had given him a beautiful silver brooch, shaped like a heart with vines or something on it. He said it had been his grandmother's, but he didn't have sisters so he thought Kurt might want it. I can't believe I almost cried, he looked so embarrassed.
Blaine had given him a new Alexander McQueen scarf, silver with white skulls this time. Noah had given him a tiny red toolbox, to keep on a desk, to remind him of not just Noah, but the garage and his dad. Sebastian... his gift came with a card that he opened first, that said simply,
Happy Birthday! Don't freak out. They won't know how much this crap costs, and you know I don't care about money.
When Kurt had opened the box, he'd found a Tom Ford toiletry bag stuffed full of new pots and bottles of Kurt's bath products. Before he'd managed to have an aneurism at getting a birthday present worth more than a thousand dollars, Noah had laughed. "I guess he learned his lesson about the bath shit, huh? You really need to tell me what all was in that basket some day."
Sebastian cuts in, "No way. No one ever needs to know what all was in that basket. Ever."
When Kurt looks up, still wide eyed, the only person that seems to have any idea is Blaine, and he's just smiling softly at him. Rich people, they just don't get it.
After stammering out his thanks, Kurt had quickly moved on, trying to distract from the presents until he could decide what the hell to do about it.
After everyone finishes their cake, Finn and Sam go around gathering up the dishes, putting them in the kitchen. When they've sat back down, Kurt says, "Thank all of you so much, your presents mean the world to me, they were all so thoughtful!"
They all laugh lightly, clearly seeing Kurt is a little overwhelmed. Noah pats his ass, while David says, "No problem, Fancy. You've been an awesome friend to all of us. Even those of us that didn't deserve you."
Kurt is a little surprised at the amount of 'hear, hear' type comments that come from around the room. That's when Kurt notices. He slowly looks from face to face. "Oh my god. I'm a masochist." When everyone stares at him in shock, he elaborates, "Every one of you was horrible to me at one point. Even Blaine, with his drunken Rachel crush and then convincing me I wasn't sexy."
Blaine flushes at that, only mildly embarrassed until Noah pinches Kurt's ass and says, "Well, clearly the hobbit changed his tune."
Blaine groans, "Why? Why are people still calling me Hobbit?! I'm almost 5'8! That's not that short!"
Kurt just shrugs, "Sorry, hun. In this room, it is. I'm the shortest guy here besides you and even I'm 5'11. Everyone else here is over six foot. Apparently I do have a type. Tall, asshole jocks." Kurt let's out a long-suffering sigh.
Blaine pouts, trying to ignore the snickers and looks he gets. David just laughs, "Well, damn. I didn't mean to point it out if you didn't realize it."
Before Kurt can respond, Sam throws his hand up, "Wait! I wasn't mean! Actually, Kurt, you turned me down for the duet. Remember?"
Kurt cheers, and immediately gets up, walking over to drop down into Sam's lap. "Ha! At least I have one friend with no bad memories."
Kurt ignores Noah's sulking and Sebastian's mumbled "Unless you count drunken kiss-rape." Sam just holds Kurt around the waist and opens his legs, dropping Kurt down on the floor between his knees.
That seems to make Finn relax a little. Honestly, I'm really surprised he's handling the lap sitting as well as he is. Noah will be so disappointed, we've almost trained the homophobia out of him.
As Kurt leans back against Sam's chest, Finn says, "Okay, how 'bout we watch a movie?"
That night, Kurt is in his room, his hair still wet from his shower. He's sorting through his birthday gifts, trying to decide what to pack into the boxes he's keeping in his closet and what to set out to be used in the next few months. When he gets to the toiletry bag, he sits on the edge of the bed and just holds it, still not really believing that Sebastian had spent that much money on him.
I'm so fucking confused. He runs so hot and cold that I never know what's going on. One minute he's calling me hot and flirting with me a little... the next he's shut down and all over some random guy. But then, he didn't actually sleep with Steven...
"Ugh." Kurt gets up, putting the bag into a box. As much as he'd love to sit there and hug it to his chest all day, that'd be embarrassing and honestly, he won't need a toiletry kit for awhile.
When Kurt lays back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, he finally comes to the conclusion that he's just going to have to ask Sebastian what the hell is going on.
He's just resolved himself to bringing it up the next time they're alone when Sebastian walks in. "Alright, it's just us. After Sam left to meet his dad, Finn and I cleaned up the mess. There's even enough cake left over that I managed to wrap a huge slice of it and hide it, so Burt and Carole can have some. Finn just left to go spend one last night with Rachel. Poor bastard. " He flops on his bed.
Kurt sits up, watching him warily. Noah said he'd go home tonight. Supposedly he has to babysit, but Kurt knows better. He only 'needs to babysit' when he's avoiding something. In this case it's more like giving Kurt space so he can't avoid something.
Jesus, it's not the end of the world! Worst case, you embarrass yourself. It won't be the last time. You can always escape to Blaine's or Noah's if you have to.
Kurt coughs, "Can I ask you something?"
Sebastian sits up, scooting back to sit against the window, "Sure, what's up?"
Fidgeting slightly, and all but sitting on his hands, Kurt finally just blurts out, "What's going on with us?" When he sees Sebastian furrow his brows in confusion and open his mouth, Kurt charges on, "I mean... you keep running hot and cold. One second you act like we're really close, and you might actually like me, then you act like you couldn't care less about me. I'm just a little confused."
They sit in silence for a few seconds, Sebastian looking like he's debating what to say. Eventually he asks, "Well, what's going on with you and Puck?"
Now it's Kurt's turn to be confused, "I don't understand. I told you, we're really close but we can't actually be together because I'm really not ready to get that serious, and Noah is definitely serious."
"So... you guys haven't slept together?" Sebastian is watching him, like he's trying to detect a lie.
"N-no! Well, obviously, we sleep together all the time, but we haven't had sex!"
"Well, what happened on Monday?" Sebastian looks confused again.
Kurt has to stop and think, it's been such a long week... Monday... I started work, then I helped Noah study. "Oh! You mean the kiss?" At Seb's raised eyebrow, Kurt says, "We were studying, and he was throwing himself a pity party, so I told him that I wished I'd given him my virginity. He was still all depressed, so I kissed him. It went on a bit longer than I had planned, but eventually we pulled apart and he went and took a very long shower. That was it. We agreed that it couldn't happen again or things would get too out of hand. But it was a nice memory, so I don't regret it."
Sebastian mutters, "That shower gets way too much action." Kurt giggles. After a few seconds, Sebastian says, "So... wait. You guys aren't together? Nothing has changed between you guys since the last time we talked about it?"
"Nope. Actually, the last time Noah and I were alone all we did was talk about-" Kurt realizes what he was about to say and cuts himself off. Oh no. That's going a bit far.
Sebastian waits, but when it becomes clear he won't continue, he says, "Then, what the hell was that at the party?"
"Um... Noah could tell I was upset, so he pulled me out of the room to talk to me. It didn't really help me at all, but at least it got me out of the room." Kurt goes back to fidgeting.
Sebastian tries to wrack his brain for what would have upset Kurt. The only time he remembers seeing Kurt freak out had been when he'd ran onto the dance floor with Blaine. "Was it my fault?" When he sees Kurt suck in a breath he says, "Shit! I'm sorry. I didn't think me getting a hard-on would freak you out that much. Surely to God, you're used to it! You sit on Puck's lap all the time, how does he not get hard?!"
Kurt stammers, "I-it wasn't that! I- uh..." Fuck it. "I was hiding my face in David's chest so I wouldn't have see you making out with Steven. Noah noticed and pulled me out of the room. He told me that he could tell by the way I was acting that I was into you. When I explained that I knew it was pointless, he just listened. Then when we got back downstairs, I'm not sure what you were doing, but he chased me outside with David and Blaine so I wouldn't see it. Then I left... Noah stayed behind to help with Quinn and Santana."
By this point, Kurt is staring at his feet. He really can't believe he just told Sebastian all that. My word vomit should come with a warning label. Oh jeez... what am I going to do now? He's going to freak out and run away, and then I'll get to explain to dad why his friend's son is suddenly avoiding us. Good times.
Kurt is pulled out of his mental freak out by Sebastian saying, "So... I'm not friend-zoned?"
Kurt's head snaps up, "What?"
Sebastian scoots forward on his bed, saying "Dave seems to be under the impression that you friend-zone anyone that gets near you because you assume they're straight or something. He named like four or five guys that you 'don't see that way'. After you ran off at the party, he told me I was friend-zoned and that's why you freaked."
Kurt just sits in dead silence for almost a full minute before saying, "Sebastian... I don't know how to tell you this... but... You're gay." In keeping with tradition, Sebastian throws a pillow at him, laughing. "Sorry, couldn't resist. But um... no. You're not. I knew you were gay, so I guess my mind didn't close you into that box like it did with the others. Which actually confuses me, because you flat out told me you wouldn't sleep with me. But, for some reason my mind wouldn't throw you into the just-a-friend category."
Kurt huffs, I really want this conversation over. It's awesome that he's not freaking out but, really? Do we have to sit around and talk about how undesirable I am?
Sebastian shifts a little, clearing his throat, "Just to recap, at the party, you didn't actually mind that I got hard, you just didn't know what it meant. You were upset by me making out with warbler #7. You are not, in fact, fucking Noah Puckerman. You don't want anything serious, because if you did, you'd do it with Puck. And you like me enough to be upset by me sleeping with other people."
Kurt glares at Sebastian. "Well, that ties everything up into a neat little bow of 'This fucking sucks', thanks for pointing it out, Meerkat." Kurt says bitterly. Sebastian can't stop the devious grin that takes over him at that moment. Kurt shifts backwards a little, wary of the sudden change. "What?"
Without responding, Sebastian stands up and before Kurt can really process what's going on, he's being pushed backward on the bed with Sebastian hovering over him. This seems familiar. Noah is going to have a field day with this.
"Um... not that I'm complaining, but what the hell are you doing?"
Sebastian stares at Kurt's mouth before answering, "See... I haven't really talked to you about this because it's kind of embarrassing to me. I stopped having one night stands around Valentine's Day. I had a guy that I slept with every now and then for a little while, but he got clingy so I stopped." At Kurt's cocked eyebrow, Sebastian continues, "So, I haven't gotten laid in months. Which is why I got hard when you were squirming in my lap."
Kurt can't really process this, he's wide eyed and staring at Sebastian. "So... I still don't really understand what you're doing. You told me you wouldn't sleep with me."
Sebastian smirks, "I changed my mind. To be fair, when I said that, I was already in denial. If you remember, that's what started the whole basket fiasco. I have since moved on. I've accepted that I want to tear off your ridiculous clothes and bend you over whatever surface is handy."
Kurt chokes on air for a second, "Okay, wait. So this whole God damned time that I've been jacking myself off to thoughts of you, we could have just kicked Noah out and had sex? Jesus fuck. How is this my life?!"
Sebastian groans, "That time I saw you? That's what you were thinking about? Me?"
Kurt nods, wrapping his arms a round Sebastian's shoulders. When Sebastian leans down to kiss him, Kurt stops him with a hand to the chest, "Um, can I ask an awkward question first?"
Sebastian presses his hips down on Kurt's, letting him feel how hard he is, "Only if it's a quick one."
Kurt giggles but just says, "So... um. Blaine and I have only ever been with each other. And... no judgment but, I know you've been with quite a few more than most people our age..."
It takes Sebastian a second to work through Kurt's logic. Eventually he asks, "Are you trying to ask if I'm clean?" Kurt blushes but nods. Sebastian smiles at him, pleased that even if he's inexperienced, at least he isn't stupid. "Yes, Peach. I'm clean. I've never done it without a condom and I got tested every three months, including after the last time, when I dumped Sir Handsy."
Kurt smiles at him, relieved. "Thank god." Kurt pulls Sebastian down onto him, signaling that the questioning portion of the evening was done now.
When Sebastian first kisses him, Kurt is mildly surprised, he'd figured Sebastian would be rough, aggressive. Instead he started out soft, a little unsure, as if giving Kurt a chance to back out. Nuts to that. Kurt grabs the back of Sebastian's head and pulls him down closer, opening his legs so Sebastian can settle between them and running his tongue along Seb's lower lip, seeking entrance. With a moan, Sebastian opens his mouth, letting his tongue run along Kurt's before pushing it into his mouth. Kurt gets lost in the rapidly deepening kisses, and pretty soon he can't tell you how long they've been laying there.
When he comes back to himself, he's a little surprised to find his legs wrapped around Sebastian's waist and his hands tangled in his hair. Kurt raises his hips to grind against him and moans loudly at the feel of his cock rubbing against Sebastian's. He breaks his mouth away, Sebastian immediately moving down to his neck, and says, "I haven't had sex in almost two months. I really need to get my pants off."
Pulling his mouth away, Sebastian says, "God yes. Less clothes. Awesome idea." Sebastian stands up, quickly stripping off his own shirt and working on his pants. Kurt easily removes his clothes, wearing only sleeping pants, boxers, and a slightly too small sweater. When they are both finally naked, they take a minute to eye each other, Kurt still splayed out on the bed. Kurt groans, staring up at Sebastian, Oh god. Okay, so he's quite a bit bigger than Blaine...
When Sebastian goes to lay back on top of him however, Kurt flips them so that he's on top. Sebastian just raises an eyebrow, "I thought you wanted to bottom?"
Kurt smirks before leaning down to smack a quick kiss on Sebastian's lips. "Who said you have to be on the bottom to bottom?" Without waiting for a response, Kurt leans over to his nightstand drawer, pulling out his bottle of lube, a condom, and the box of tissues, and laying them on the bed. When he settles back in Sebastian's lap, Kurt looks nervous.
"Seriously? Now you're worried? Just spit it out, babe." Sebastian runs a hand over Kurt's thigh, hoping to soothe him a little.
He's been with enough people that he shouldn't freak out... Kurt sucks in a breath. "Okay. This might seem weird, but just go with it okay?" When all he gets is a nod, Kurt leans down and continues kissing Sebastian, reaching a hand down to squeeze his dick. After a minute of mapping Seb's cock out with his fingers, trying to memorize the feel and shape of it, Kurt sits up.
Grabbing the lube, Kurt covers his fingers and reaches back behind himself. Sebastian raises his eyebrows when Kurt only takes 15 or 20 seconds before reaching forward and grabbing the condom. He holds it with his clean hand and rips it open with his teeth, then carefully rolls it down onto Sebastian.
Using the leftover lube from his hand, Kurt slicks up the straining cock, and then climbs up Sebastian's body until he's straddling his waist. Biting his lip and refusing to look at Sebastian's face, afraid of what he might see there, Kurt reaches down and aims the condom-covered length. Without any more warning, Kurt starts to slowly sink down a little.
Before Sebastian has time to really react, because 'he's not prepped enough for that dammit!', Kurt pulls back off. After a few seconds, Kurt eases back down, almost taking the whole head inside, before lifting off again. Sebastian groans, Kurt smirks.
The next time Kurt goes down, he pushes past the pain and sinks almost half of the length inside him. Stopping for a minute to give himself time to ease the pain, Kurt finally glances up at Sebastian. He lets out a surprised laugh at the look on Seb's face. His eyes are slammed shut with his mouth opened a little, panting slightly. When Kurt goes to move, Sebastian grabs his hips. "N-no! Don't move! For fuck's sake, give me a second."
Realizing that he's probably trying not to come, Kurt leans down and starts sucking at Sebastian's neck, slowly moving down his chest. When he bites at his nipple, tired of being patient, Sebastian grunts and bucks his hips up, sliding another inch into Kurt. "Guh!" Kurt leans back up, bracing his hands on Sebastian's chest, "Bas! Jesus, you have to let me move."
Sebastian grips his hands tighter on Kurt's hips, helping to lift him a little. Kurt quickly pushes back down, needing to feel all of his cock inside him. When Sebastian moans encouragingly and tightens his hold on Kurt's hips to bruising, Kurt starts to slowly move up and down, quickly picking up speed. After just a few minutes, Kurt is riding Sebastian as hard and fast as he can, trying to get him deeper. As Sebastian starts slamming his hips up, angling toward Kurt's prostate, Kurt suddenly cries out,
"Ahh! Oh god!" Now that Sebastian has found that spot, he abuses it mercilessly, hitting it with almost every thrust, turning Kurt into a babbling mess. "I-I'm gonna- Bas!" Taking one hand off Kurt's waist, Sebastian reaches over and starts pulling at his neglected cock. Kurt's hips stutter before he slams himself down one more time, clamping down on Sebastian as he comes all over their chests and Sebastian's hand.
Feeling Kurt clench around him, Sebastian barely manages another three thrusts before he's coming, buried as far into Kurt as he can get. Not bothering to move, Kurt just slumps down onto Sebastian's chest, Seb wrapping his arms around him. Sebastian, still trying to catch his breath, says, "Jesus Christ, Kurt."
After a few seconds, Kurt sits back up, reaching down to hold the condom down as he pulls himself off of Sebastian. He flops down on his back, clearly using the last of his energy. Sebastian huffs a laugh, removing and tying off the condom. Wrapping it and the foil in tissue, Sebastian tosses them in the trashcan tucked under Kurt's nightstand. Kurt giggles, "Yeah, that's the last thing my dad needs to find in here." After cleaning themselves up using the tissues, Sebastian seems uncertain about what to do next.
Kurt rolls his eyes, crawling off the bed to grab his sleep pants and Sebastian's t-shirt from the floor. Kurt snags Seb's boxer-briefs and shoves them at him before getting dressed. When they are both covered, Kurt takes Sebastian's hand and climbs back into bed, pulling him down with him. He mumbles, "Just sleep, we'll talk in the morning."
As he drifts off to sleep, curled into Sebastian's chest, Kurt thinks to himself,
Best birthday ever.