When Kurt wakes up and finds his husband gone, he goes searching the house for him ... and finds him in the last place he'd ever think to find him ...
Notes: This continues the theme of Kurt being gloomy over Christmas.
"Oh … oh, Kurt …"
"Sebastian?"
"Oh, yes, baby … j-just … just like that … oh G-God …"
"Se-Sebastian?" Kurt yawns, winding trembling arms around his torso as he steps into the cold, dimly lit garage. "Sebastian, are you in here-oh."
Yup. Sebastian is there, all right, in literally the last place in the house Kurt had thought to look.
And, from what Kurt can see through the fogged windows, he may be partially naked.
Kurt had decided to check on a whim to see if either his husband's SUV or his Mustang were still there. It's not uncommon, if Sebastian can't sleep, for him to take a run to the gym. They have a membership at a 24-hour spot not too far from their home. But Kurt didn't dream that his husband would be sitting in the backseat of his Mustang, parked in the garage, doing what he's doing.
But, unlike his high school days, Kurt isn't scandalized to find his husband masturbating in the back of his sports car. He doesn't sneak back into the house and pretend he doesn't see. Sebastian is his husband. They have no secrets, and besides, it's not like Sebastian is going to be embarrassed when he finds out.
Modesty was never one of his stronger suits.
Kurt walks up to the rear door and opens it without knocking. The cold outside rushes in, pushing the intense heat out and God, does it feel good against Kurt's tense and tired body.
Almost good enough to lure Kurt in.
Sebastian, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back, stops what he's doing. He slumps down in his seat with a heavy sigh, shivering as the temperature around him drops.
"Hey, babe," he pants, breathing clouds of heat into the rapidly cooling air.
"Hey. Testing out your shocks?"
"You can say that." Sebastian chuckles. "Can't sleep?"
Kurt shrugs. "Yes and no. It got harder after you left."
"Yeah?" Sebastian smiles, giving his dick a gratuitous stroke. "I wish I could say I was having the same problem."
Kurt glances down at his husband's hand caressing his erection. The man is hard, flushed red, obviously aroused, but Kurt knows his husband. He's nowhere near an orgasm. Even with all the moaning he was doing, his car rocking back and forth like it was preparing to take flight, it didn't sound like his heart was too into it.
"We've got a guest room for that, you know," Kurt teases. "Or the bathroom."
"Uh, kinky much? Your dad and your stepmom are currently asleep in our guest room."
"Oh, yeah." Kurt laughs and yawns at the same time. "I forgot."
"Besides, you're seriously underestimating the hot factor of a good backseat make-out."
"Well, I had a bad experience in one once-upon-a-time, if you remember."
"Oh. Yeah. I forgot." Sebastian gulps, his erection withering an inch at the memory of the story Kurt had told him back before they'd started dating, when Sebastian was still a little envious of Kurt over having tapped Blaine.
The story of what happened in the Scandals parking lot after he and Blaine left.
"At least you were moaning my name," Kurt adds, attempting to erase that memory from both their heads.
"Always." Sebastian winks. "Are you mad?"
"No. Because I have a pretty good idea why you're here."
Sebastian stares down at the hard-on that, regardless of his lackluster performance, doesn't want to die. But that's probably because Kurt is standing there. "I came out here because I didn't want to risk waking you. I didn't want you to think I was trying to pressure you or anything."
"And I'm grateful for that. I really am." Kurt leans against the door frame, too tired to stand but at odds with climbing in beside his husband for fear he might pass out the second his butt hits the seat. "I'm sorry if I've been unavailable. Like I said before, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just so damned blue."
"That's okay, babe." Sebastian tucks himself away (which helps only barely because he's tenting his pants in a manner so obscene, it's laughable), and scoots down the seat to get closer to Kurt. Kurt tries to maintain a serious demeanor because he feels the conversation warrants it, but he can't help snickering as he watches his husband's dick bob with each move. "Take your time. I'll give you all the time you need."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Sheesh! I have changed, you know, in the however many decades we've been together."
But some things haven't changed, and thank God for that - namely how head-over-heels the two of them are for one another. How they know each other so well.
Kurt looks at his husband – at his sincere expression; his bright, green eyes, filled with worry; his hands gripping his knees, torn between staying where they are and taking his husband's hand, probably kissing it to offer comfort …
… all slightly tainted by the erection that refuses to be ignored.
Yes. Some things never change.
It's been a long week. Between Kurt's case of the holiday blahs, his dad and Carole driving up earlier than normal, and all the Christmas hubbub down at Thomas's school that they volunteered to help with, they haven't had an intimate moment alone.
But here and now, in their garage at two in the morning, when the possibility that someone might walk in and interrupt them is next to nil, and Kurt can feel himself smiling – genuinely smiling – for the first time in days, might be a good time to give it some attention.
"Whaddya say we go back inside?" Sebastian suggests. "We'll cuddle under the blankets, get some sleep, and then tomorrow we can ask your folks to watch the munchkin so we can go out on a date."
"That does sound nice, but since I'm here, and since I don't think I'm going back to sleep anytime soon (which is an eggshell-colored lie because he's about dead on his feet) would it be alright if I joined you? Maybe … went for a ride?" Kurt bounces his eyebrows, and Sebastian smirks, happy to see a bit of his old husband peeking through the veil of sadness that's been his constant companion since the holidays began.
"Like … to the store?" Sebastian kids. "Because I think Vons is open 24 hours."
"That's not quite what I had in mind," Kurt admits, climbing carefully into his husband's lap.
"Oh, well, if this is what you had in mind, then absolutely," Sebastian moans when Kurt rubs up against him, his entire body shuddering as a previously non-existent orgasm rises from the depths of his groin. He reaches out to shut and lock the car door, praying that he lasts long enough to make this good for him. "Why don't we see if we can give my shocks a run for their money?"