Thomas wakes up in the middle of the night to sounds of his Papa being eaten alive ...

... well, he's almost right.

A/N: If I remember correctly, I was writing this for the Kurtoberfest prompt "nightmare" or something. I think it fits xD

"D-daddy? P-papa?" Thomas mutters in a groggy, sniffly voice. "C-can I sleep with you?"

"Hey, buddy," Sebastian says, watching his son rub his eye with the heel of his hand. "What's up? Can't sleep?"

"N-no," he says, dragging his teddy bear into the room, with Hepburn close behind. "I-I had … I had a nightmare."

"Oh, love," Kurt coos. "Did you really?"

"A-ha! I heard … sc-scary growling … and m-moaning," Thomas whimpers. "I thought … I thought you were in pain, Papa! Like something was … was eating you alive!"

"Trying," Sebastian mutters. Kurt reaches back a hand and slaps his husband on the shoulder.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm alright. See? Not hurt in the slightest. But why don't you come here and tell us all about it." Kurt opens his arms to his boy while Sebastian shoots him a look. Because where Thomas goes, Hepburn goes, too, and even with a king size bed, there's barely room for two grown men over six feet tall, not to mention a little boy and a Labradoodle.

Besides, there's a small matter of them both being naked that Kurt hasn't seemed to factor into the equation.

"Don't you think it might be better if he tells us all about it in his room?" Sebastian asks in a tight voice. "I think there's a couple of things you're forgetting."

"Nonsense." Kurt wraps his right arm around Thomas's body while simultaneously shoving Sebastian's underwear and sleep pants behind him with the other. "I've got myself under wraps, so to speak. So why don't you scurry off to the bathroom and take care of yourself?"

Sebastian brushes Kurt's ass while he collects his things and feels soft cotton fabric already covering his body.

"How the heck …"

Kurt puts a finger up to shush his husband, his son falling fast asleep in his arms the second his head hit the pillow.

"… do you do that?" Sebastian finishes in a whisper as he backs off the bed, covering his privates with the handful of his clothes.

"I'm superhuman," Kurt says, brushing Thomas's hair out of his eyes. "You said so yourself a second ago."

"About that …" Sebastian lets the sentence drop, forcing Kurt to peek over his shoulder. Kurt raises a brow when he sees Sebastian's boxer briefs hanging off his still erect cock.

"There's a fleshjack underneath the sink. Like I said, take care of yourself."

"You're a cruel man, Kurt."

"Well, it's about to get worse," Kurt gripes in a singsong voice so as not to alarm his peacefully sleeping son. "Seeing as I was in the same condition a second ago and had to kill it with thoughts of last week's school field trip to the recycling center, I'm only giving you three minutes to get it done."

"And if I don't?" Sebastian asks, seeing an opportunity to torment his husband by taking a leisurely hour in the bathroom for himself. It was Kurt's inability to keep quiet that got them into this mess after all. Why not exploit the consequences?

"Then I'm hiding all of your toys, and you're not cumming again for a week."

Sebastian nods, snarky-ness gone. "Gotcha. Three minutes. I'll be right …"

"Two minutes."

"Kurt! You son-of-a …!"

"Shhh!"