There's something Kurt wants to do on their vacation, something that will take sex with his husband over the top ... but he can't bring himself to ask for it ...
... not from his husband. He can ask Sebastian for anything.
From the front desk.
Notes: Okay, I wrote something similar for Klaine, but this isn't exactly a re-write. There are a lot of other issues addressed here that are geared more towards Kurt and Sebastian parents, with fears of how others see you, judge you for the things you do, with the added stress of them being a gay couple, and minor PTSD from Kurt's past. But I'm hoping to show how they get beyond that with love and support, with a little humor thrown in. Inspired by an interview with Jack Whitehall on The Graham Norton Show.
"We can't!"
"What do you mean we can't!?" Sebastian argues. Kurt waves his hands to hush his husband so that their son, asleep in an adjoining room, won't overhear, which earns him rolled eyes and a smirk that feels too familiar. It burrows underneath Kurt's skin, turning his frown into a downright scowl. "For the amount of money we're spending to stay here for the week, I'll do the cha-cha naked on the veranda if I want! Go down to the breakfast buffet wasted every morning!"
"Yeah, because that wouldn't be too traumatizing for Thomas to see!"
"Heck, he'd probably join in!" Sebastian jokes, referencing their son's current obsession with lounging around the house au naturale.
"Wonderful role model you are," Kurt deflects, crossing his arms over his chest. Sebastian looks at his husband, wearing only his boxer briefs, shoulders rigid, back straight, holding himself uncomfortably.
"This … really bothers you? Doesn't it?" Sebastian deduces.
Kurt turns his face away, staring at the wall opposite, studying too hard the framed print hanging there. "Maybe it does … just a little. So what?"
"And why is that, exactly?" Sebastian takes a step forward, then another, strolling casually over to his husband, sexy as hell despite the fact that he's currently holding their first night of vacation sex hostage.
"Because, it's just … it's just wrong, Sebastian! How will we be able to face them when we go down to the dining room for breakfast? They'll know us! They'll judge us!"
"They won't judge us," Sebastian scoffs. "We're adults. We're on vacation. We're allowed. They wouldn't offer it as an option if we weren't!"
"They'll see us with our son down by the pool and think, 'Those are them! The perverts in the Signature Suite! They have no business raising a child! That's a sign of the breakdown of society right there!'"
"What!? Listen to yourself right now! What are you saying?"
Kurt hugs himself tighter, fingers denting the skin of his upper arms as they curl in. But regardless of how miserable Kurt looks, Sebastian snorts. He can't help it. They're in California, of all places! Yes, people probably think that way in most parts of the country, but less where they are, an hour outside of L.A. Sebastian is about to remark that it's a scary world Kurt lives in until Sebastian reminds himself – yes, it is a scary world that Kurt lives in. Much scarier than the world Sebastian has been living in. Sebastian's life has been full of privilege, money, clout, and power. Even as a teenager, he had all of that. Kurt has only been a resident of that world within the past decade. Otherwise, his existence has been confined to a cramped, dark closet – not because he wasn't proud of who he was, and not because he didn't want to live as authentic a life as possible. But because outside that door were heartache, homophobes, and bullies ...
In fact, Sebastian used to be one of those.
He drops his gaze to the carpet beneath his feet and takes a deep breath in before he says anything else – before he teases Kurt for his fears and ends up saying something he'll regret.
Old habits tend to die hard … for both of them.
Sebastian has to get this evening back on track. It was going good up till a second ago. So good, in fact, that though this argument stopped the best blow job Kurt has ever given him before he was finished, he's still rock hard, even now that the heavy has descended upon both of them hardcore. Sebastian decides to play that angle, get Kurt's mind back where it belongs – south of the equator and out of the past.
"Look, love," he says, walking towards Kurt again. He doesn't intend on teasing, and he doesn't want to push. But they were having fun, they were relaxed. They need that to recover from the stress of work and life and school. After fighting with IEPs and negotiating services for their son, two promotions and a shit ton of new responsibilities. That's why they're here. And now, because of this discussion, more than ever. "I know that you're nervous. We're used to sticking to our little corner of the planet where we know what to expect. We know how people think, and we act accordingly. This is our first real vacation away from home, away from New York, away from Ohio. I don't want it to be stressful on you. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"Thank you," Kurt whispers, lowering his defenses when his husband wraps his arms around him.
"And to that end," Sebastian says, running a hand soothingly up and down Kurt's arm, "I would like to remind you of the brilliant idea you came up with to watch the new Cockyboy's movie while you sucked me off, remember?"
"Yes …" Kurt admits, burying his head into his husband's neck, not thrilled to reveal that, even after all this time, Sebastian has the power to make him blush.
"And you ultimately persuaded me just how good an idea it was by putting your incredible mouth on me …"
"True …" Kurt admits, glancing down his husband's body to the bulge in the front of his briefs, slightly damp with a combination of pre-cum and his own saliva.
"Wouldn't it be positively magical to put those two together?" Sebastian murmurs into Kurt's hair. "I mean, that's why we're here, right? To make our vacation magical? The time we spend with Thomas … and the time we spend alone?"
"I guess …"
"I'm not going to push you," Sebastian promises, swaying in place with Kurt's body pressed against his, dancing just shy of the foot of their bed. "What you say goes. But, just so you know, after you do me, I would be more than willing to do you in return. Or … maybe we can do each other at the same time?"
Kurt peeks up from Sebastian's shoulder, his cheeks glowing red with want more than embarrassment, the idea of 69ing with his husband – something they don't do enough of with an eight-year-old around – playing in his mind like an erotic movie. His husband's smell, his taste, his mouth wrapped around him … that's what Kurt had been hoping for since the afternoon they booked this trip. And he wants the full experience – everything they haven't been able to reasonably do since Thomas came to live with them. Life was meant to be lived, dammit! They deserved this!
And he has every right to ask for it!
"Alright!" Kurt agrees, leaping out of his husband's arms and onto the bed, making a mad dash for the phone. "Alright! I'll do it!"
"Good boy," Sebastian says, smacking his husband's ass.
Kurt picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear. Sebastian dials zero for the front desk, and the phone begins to ring.
Twice, and then someone answers.
"Hey, hey, hey! What can I do for you this evening?"
The change in Kurt's expression at the sound of that voice is instantaneous. His lust-blown eyes open to the size of dinner plates. His chin trembles. His nose crinkles, snickers covering his words until it's all he can do to keep from bursting out laughing. "I … I …"
"Do it," Sebastian mouths. "Just do it." When Kurt bites his lower lip and shakes his head no, Sebastian mouths, "Why not? What's wrong?"
"Hello?" the voice on the line asks with a cartoonish laugh. "Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Smythe? Is anybody there?"
"Just a second!" Sebastian says into the receiver.
"I … I can't!" Kurt finally breaks down with laughter so hard, his voice disappears, and tears leak down his cheeks. "If it were anyone else, I could, but not him, Sebastian! I can't! I can't ask him to do this!"
"Fine," Sebastian relents, taking the receiver from his husband. The moment he has it, Kurt falls backward on the bed and covers his face with a pillow, muffled guffaws echoing from within his shaking chest. There are just some battles that aren't worth fighting, and for the sake of their vacation – and Sebastian's throbbing erection – he'll bite the bullet this time.
"H-hello?" Sebastian stutters, because Kurt is right about one thing - even if Sebastian isn't plague by the same fears of judgement that haunt Kurt, something about this feels wrong. Sacrilege. And though he knows he won't regret this decision in about thirty minutes, he feels part of his soul – and his childhood - die. "M-Mickey Mouse? Yeah, hi. I need you to activate the porn channels on our TV."