The thing about not being a totally shameless jerk was… It never worked out for Sebastian.
He didn't know if that was just the universe telling him to commit to his role in life or go to hell, or maybe just the simple natural result of being nice.
Anyway, it was Sunday, 3:26 am and he couldn't close his eyes to save his life. He physically couldn't, and being completely honest, he wasn't sure he wanted to. While it would be a good escape for the pain he'd return to his nightmares and that's the last thing he wanted to do right now. He repeated the scene in his mind at least a hundred times. Kurt looking him in the eye, asking... if only Sebastian would have cared less, if only he'd seen the dom for what he really was; a relief, nothing more than a way to let the pain go, then he wouldn't be having this kind of problems. But no. His sensitive part had to rise from the depths for his spontaneous appearance of every three years.
Now he had to deal with dizziness, freezing, sweating, spasms and
not contented with that his cock which seemed to be the only part of his body with enough blood to not look like fucking dead. He was so desperate and angry as a sane person could get— at least Sebastian thought he was still sane. He wasn't sure he could even feel his cock anymore, and there certainly were blisters forming somewhere on his hands. He couldn't help it, he'd spent years doing it when he felt the need for sexual liberation and there wasn't anyone there to give it to him, it was hard to get rid of an old habit. Two hours masturbating and it refused to either leave or allow him to come so he could have some sort of relief. Even the best porn he could find on the web seemed to have no effect on him. Besides his trembling hand wasn't very effective either.
Okay. Apparently he couldn't spend four days in sickness without wanting to die. Fucking four days. Okay. Noted.
At least he'd been well enough to finish his projects on Friday night and Saturday morning. The thing now was, he was going to be shit for rehearsals tomorrow.
Before It Explodes by Bruno Mars was going to have a new meaning for a lot of people if he didn't get a solution. A different solution. Not Kurt. Kurt was just… a red code option. He couldn't call the boy every time his cock got hard. It was ... unreasonable. Not to say that Kurt could get fed up and he really didn't want to deal with finding a person again.
He just wishes he could come more than twice a week. Or at least that when he came whatever he did to him served for more than two days. Fuck. And if it never reached to more, maybe he would repeat the same thing over and over again until Sebastian's sickness finished, if it ever would, now that seemed like an excessively distant future. No god that sounded horrible. Or maybe not. Maybe Kurt would take pity on him, and take him for himself in his hands or for the love of God, mouth, or maybe he will undress himself so Sebastian could feel all that pale skin under his hands, perhaps he'd even come more than once...
He shook his head. He was beginning to make loud noises again.
That's it. In the morning he'd go to the farthest pharmacy he could find and bribe whom he had to get that sedative they had given him at the hospital.
4:07 am.
Or he could start now. Three hours of driving was far enough. The limit of his credit card still had a few thousand left. He didn't know how much the drug could cost but at least that must be enough for a few doses.
That's how at 7:25 am he was at fucking Pennsylvania.
And hell he doesn't remember how the fuck he got there. Like, he only remembers to get out of bed, put on a pair of pants and take the car keys, and then he just kind of appeared here. The good news was that his erection had gone down considerably. What was great, considering he had to get off the car and go to the pharmacy which he'd been waiting to open for almost half an hour.
It didn't take long to discover that not any pharmacy sold what he was looking for, adding that he didn't know the specific name of what had been injected into him that night his chances were very limited. Even so a woman between 45 and 55 years old, gray-haired and with a pointed face had sold him something in the third pharmacy in which he sought. He wasn't sure but she rattled off a list of the numerous relaxants and vitamins contained so at least he knew the chance of dying wasn't very high.
He visited at least six to eight pharmacies in the center of the city of Pittsburgh and nobody would sell nothing but tranquilizers. It wasn't about nerves it was about his fucking cock.
After a lot of frustration and hours of arguing with pharmacists his sleep finally seemed to be coming back. He didn't realize in what moment of his anger he calmed enough to permit him to fall asleep in his car seat, there in the middle of a dirty parking of Pittsburg.
It's creepy how Sebastian knows that he is dreaming. Of course, after having the same dream over and over, night after night, it wasn't a great feat. Somehow, it only made it worse every time, knowing what's coming, and knowing you can't do anything about it. He has tried to convince himself that this time will be different, he has told himself so every time that the consciousness of sleep catches him, and he has told himself so every time he wakes up. Next time. But he can't go against the current. He can't fight the hands that hurt him, squeezing too much
on the sensitive flesh of his forearms, forcing him against a hard surface that he can't see, compressing his lungs until breathing is almost impossible.
He screams, screams for a long time but there's no one to come to his rescue. He screams until he can't anymore and a gag is forced into his mouth. A low, gravelly voice tells him to shut up or there'll be consequences, it sounds mad but Sebastian can't help it and keeps screaming around the gag, moving his members to try to escape without getting anything.
Then the pain beats him right between his shoulder blades. He shouts louder and the blows intensify, any device with which he's being hit smashes his thighs and his calves and his arms and his back and it hurts so bad Sebastian feels his eyes water with tears. But he won't. He won't cry. He won't give whoever is doing this the satisfaction.
The voice keeps yelling at him to shut up and eventually Sebastian has to. His throat hurts almost as much as the rest of his body. He's sure that he must be bleeding from several places now but he doesn't allow himself to give up. He will not beg for it to stop.
He bites on his own teeth and tongue during the time the beating lasts, and when he nearly can't feel the pain anymore the gag comes out from his mouth and the same voice whispers in his ear.
"You had enough you fagot? Did you learn the lesson or need more?" The man laughs, and although Sebastian can't see the exact place where it is that doesn't stop him. He spits in the direction where the voice came from and he at least expects to have been successful when something long and hard hits painfully against his cheek.
"Well you asked for it,"
His body is dragged like a rag doll to the floor, what appear to be rocks being buried in the skin of his legs. And the blindfold falls, just to see the huge shoe that beats him right between the eyes.
Sebastian blinks disoriented, the shrill sound of his ringtone drilling his ears as his hand seeks restlessly the device in the passenger seat. He shakes his head to fully awaken and rubs both eyes with his hand while answering the phone with the other.
Hello?"
"Sebastian. Where are you? I called Dalton. They say you didn't go to Friday's classes. And that you certainly are not there now. "
Sebastian snorts.
"Hi, Dad. Yes, I am very good, thanks for asking anyway."
"Not the time for jokes. And don't try to play fool. They also told us about your recent test scores."
His dad's voice Sounded upset and rough. Sebastian closes his eyes and contorts his whole face into a frown. Damn it, he utters with his lips. "Why would you call Dalton? It's Christmas already?" He asks sarcastically.
"I am your father. I have every right to call whenever I want. It's not going to work this time. Your mother and I are coming back to Ohio tonight."
"What?" Sebastian exclaims incredulously. "Are you serious? You're going to drop a whole month in London because I missed a day of school."
"Everything is done here. And you know better than anyone it's not only one day. There are several and not to mention your notes. You got a C in Spanish. You speak Spanish perfectly."
"A C is not that bad." He argues, rolling his eyes.
"And we have some comments from your teachers that are... I'll tell you what, we'll talk when we get there. But I want you to know I'm very disappointed, young man." Sebastian sighs in annoyance and can hear his father discuss with someone else on the other side of the line. "Your mother wants to speak with you."
Sebastian spoke as soon as the words registered in his brain. "You know what? I'm kind of busy right now, I gotta go, tell her I'll call later."
"Sebastian—"
He hung up.
Just... fuck, he thought, rubbing the palm of his hand against his face. He stared blankly forward, trying to process what had happened in the last minutes. He kicked something near the pedal to vent his anger, and when he'd spent enough time doing tantrums he finally sighed.
It could not be, the las thing he needed was having to deal with his parents. He didn't even want to think about in how the would get if they found out about his sickness. The hard look in their eyes. Sebastian could be used to be a disappointment, but that didn't mean it to hurt less to see it in the eyes of his parents.
He started the car and put the reverse to leave the parking lot, putting on his way to Westerville.
…
Kurt sat in front of his computer during the last two hours, his eyes darting from side to side as he read paragraph after paragraph of the article on the screen. Like many teenagers google had become his best friend to obtain any information he needed, for more stupid this was. He was aware that at his age, searching for this type of information was a bad sign about what kind of education had been given to him, but it would have been worse turn a blind eye and pretend he knew everything there was to know.
The sickness: The big fear of every sub.
Kurt was willing to accept it; being a dom he'd never put a lot of thought to the sickness. He knew what it was and how it worked and why it happened, but never really considered the feeling of it itself. He was a dom and the sickness was an evil that only attacked subs. Not that he thought it was fair, but it was a fact that had sighing in relief to every dom ever, himself included.
The night Finn had gotten sick he had the fright of his life, he thought his newly acquired brother was seriously ill, as something incurable. Luckily for all the way to the nearest clinic hadn't been very long and Finn was fresh and new for the next morning, although he had to return several times later. His reaction had been ephemeral and seeing how Finn recovered made him feel better about his ''dom privileges'' since it didn't seem so serious to overcome. With Sebastian though, the thing was much more complicated.
The Finn thing had been horrible and it was only the first day. Sebastian had spent several days before Kurt realized what was happening, even more until he took the initiative to end his suffering. It was a long time. He'd like to have no memory of Sebastian, contracted and delirious with need, almost incoherent. Someone like Sebastian, so strong and proud falling into that state. But it's worse to imagine what he had suffered before he could do anything. The thought haunted him day and night and he couldn't ignore it any longer. He needed to make sure that Sebastian wouldn't have to suffer two or three days between their emergency sessions. So he required all the information he could get on the internet.
It was his third day of searching, he had begun on Friday, just after arriving home, and continued the next day and as the information seemed to never end he had to keep on today. He'd passed through the signs of the coming of the sickness, symptoms, emergency numbers for each state, trigger factors, factors on which depended the duration of it, the average time between diseases, advice, warnings, opinions, experiences and more and more things. So far it seemed endless. Kurt had gathered the information that seemed most important in a folder, just in case he wanted to check for something later. He also collected all the basic information he needed about the process itself and how it affected the subs since a very young age.
He avoided at all costs the distasteful porn appearing with every new search. It wasn't nice, getting off on something so serious. That was what Kurt thought whenever his cock jumped inside his jeans, excited with the description of some of the videos.
It wasn't about porn, of course it was not. He still couldn't stand porn. But it made him remember of a thin body, defined, squirming in his arms, the sounds coming from his mouth minutes after getting his release, the way his long, thin fingers pressed into the fabric of his pants, the smell of his skin filling the room.
Kurt bit his lower lip, controlling his hands so that they didn't travel to where the tight material hurt the skin of the head of his cock. He avoided thinking about lust as much as he could, he knows what kind of
thoughts that can lead, and he is an 18 year old boy, he doesn't have to be a genius to know what happened then, when his mind is full of so many explicit images that it's impossible to ignore.
Not that he didn't want to go in that direction. Jerking off was of his favorite ways of spending the evening, but it didn't seem appropriate to think of Sebastian that way, take advantage of the things he has seen and heard and felt due to his promise. It was almost like violating the privacy of the sub, things he had no right to see, like wet, bright and magnificent Sebastian's body almost completely exposed before his eyes.
He was a gay teen male, of course he was going to be turned on by the naked body of an attractive —very insupportable—boy in front of him.
He took a couple of slow breaths, forcing himself to return his attention to the words on the screen. He read the entire article, each of the 8,000 words of it, and as had happened the last ten times he was forced to open 3 new tabs of the recommended articles below. After spending a long time inspecting the recommendations section he finally found the perfect one.
Taking care of a sub in sickness: The guide of the responsible dom.
Eureka.
It was long. Like, very long. And it oh… It was a book, and it cost 29.99. Kurt frowned, there were only ten pages he was able to read, if he wanted the rest he'd have to buy the book.
"Kurt ..."
Kurt turned to see his father standing next to the door, the bright yellow hall light coming through the slit and illuminating the room.
"Yes?" He replied, changing tab so his father couldn't read the contents of it. He couldn't do it anyway, he was too far for that, but the paranoia was uncomfortable in any way.
"I uh..." Burt closed the door behind him and looked back to where Kurt was sitting at the computer.
"I wanted to talk, if you aren't too busy, that is," Kurt made a sign with his hand to indicate the bed. Burt doesn't wait to be told twice, he takes a couple of steps and sits on the edge closer to Kurt. "Okay, so… I'm just gonna say it. What the hell is happening with you?"
Kurt blinked. "Excuse me?"
"What you just heard," Burt said, holding Kurt's gaze. "I mean, I know it's not like you just turned into a strange and weird creature but... you look different."
"How different?" Kurt honestly didn't know what to say. He wasn't aware that he'd been acting differently than how he normally did. Well, maybe he was a little distracted by all the things that were in his head at the time but it wasn't like he was like traveling into a parallel universe in the middle of dinner. And frankly he was somewhat disturbed by the words of his father.
"I'm not sure," Burt said, taking off the dark blue cap he wore on his head and scratching on the sparse hair on the sides. "Just... different. Less mourning over... forget that. More... focused, maybe. Though, you should loosen up a little." He nodded, unconvinced. "I'll keep it in mind." Although definitely 'focused' wasn't what he expected as a description of his behavior lately and, anyway, since when was 'focused' code for an intervention?
"Listen." Burt started again and he himself looked unsure about what he was saying. It reminded him a lot of the first conversations he had with him after he came out of the closet officially. Because even if Burt sure had known it for a long time it didn't stop it from being the uncomfortable elephant in the room among them. "Look, kid. I know I'm not much around since you know, all that congressman deal and—"
"It's okay, I understand." Kurt hurried to answer, mostly because he didn't want Burt to feel guilty about his new job and, besides, it wasn't as if he were still a child, he could take care of himself very well without his father telling him what was right and wrong all the time.
"I know you do. And I thank you for that, but I am aware that you're going through things and I'm not there for you as I should be." Kurt grimaced, wanting to protest again but Burt was already talking. "I know I tell you I'm not ready to talk about some things but I... I realized that's really selfish of me. And I want you to tell me things, I don't want you to shut me out of your life... you get me? "
"I do." He gave a single nod, hoping that would show that that wasn't what he was trying to do.
"So... If anything is happening, I want you to speak with me. Whether it is about boys or whatever, you know even if they're not exactly prospects for collaring in the future..."
"Why are you telling me this?" He asked, still confused. What it had to do all this talk about the father and son relationship with how he had been acting 'focused' as Burt said, Wasn't that supposed to be a good thing? Why did he feel the need to talk to him if his behavior was okay?
Burt smiled and put the cap back on his head. "I've known you all your life. I know when something is going on with you." He said. "I thought I knew what it was, now I'm not so sure. I understand how to lose a sub, a partner, can make you feel. Subs aren't the only ones that feel like a failure, as if they were not good enough to... make each other feel loved. And I'm not talking about your mother. It's very different to lose someone for things you couldn't control than for things you could..."
Kurt cleared his throat, uncomfortable. He had barely spoken little or nothing to his father about his breakup with Blaine. Mostly because at first, he was sure he could convince him to change his mind, that they would eventually come bak together and the whole thing wouldn't matter. When it became clear that it wasn't in Blaine's plans get back, he just didn't want to talk about it. With anyone.
"It isn't something pleasant for me to talk either, you know. And, damn I guess we all endure things differently. Maybe this is your way, I don't know and I'm not going to force you to explain it to me. I just mean, you're very young Kurt, and I won't make this about how you have a whole life ahead a lot lo learn because you're mature enough to truly love someone. That's why I— I'm glad you're finally getting over what happened with Blaine…" Kurt looked down, avoiding the persistent gaze of his father. "I'm very proud of you, like my son, and like a dom too."
"Thank you, dad. It means a lot." He said sincerely, though wishing that the conversation finished and they could forget the matter. Luckily, Burt did know him really good.
He got up from the bed, nodding, and he was starting to take a couple of steps toward the door. "You're welcome. So, whatever happens, know I'm just a phone call away. And I meant it about all that, if you're having boy problems..."
Kurt smiled. "I'm kinda out of that for now."
"Okay, well, I get it, so... Carol made lasagna, if you like."
Kurt nodded to his father who was now in the doorway, without letting go of the affectionate smile on his face. "I'll be down in a minute."
Burt nodded again, turning around and walking out the door, closing it behind him.
Kurt sighed. Honestly, he was still confused.
...
Sebastian looked at him from his place in the middle of the bed,
a resentful grimace on his face and both of his arms crossed over his chest like a stubborn child as he alternated his gaze between Kurt and the laptop screen only a few inches in front of him.
"Why?" He asked, his voice rather bitter.
Kurt looked down, without letting himself feel bad about Sebastian's attempts. "Because I think it is, at least, the most basic thing you need to know if you don't want to live your life in ignorance." He answered. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Hummel, I'm two minutes away from running and jumping from the highest bridge I can find. Ignorance is the least of my worries right now."
Seriously, this guy is gonna give him a headache.
He'd come to Dalton about an hour ago, after a message warning of his arrival this morning, which by the way, had hardly received a coherent answer, 'akkrighr' wasn't an obvious substitute for 'alright' as Sebastian seemed to think. The first thing he noticed being back in the characteristic room of Dalton was that Sebastian seemed far more tense than usual. If that was possible.
He told him that he already had a couple of days feeling bad again but that didn't entirely convince him. Sebastian, despite looking affected by the sickness also looked hostile, something that wasn't so distinctive of the condition. Nevertheless, Sebastian was largely hostile the first few times they met. So Kurt wasn't sure what to think. At the moment, he was having major problems trying to get Sebastian to cooperate with him.
"Well, maybe later we can do something different." He offered.
"Why not now?"
Kurt resisted to not gnashing his teeth. "Because I want you to see it first."
Sebastian, however, didn't seem to care much. "But what is the point? So, it's instinct right? I'll know what to do."
He put his hands on his hips, speaking with a stricter voice, hoping that Sebastian understood that this was not in discussion.
"No. Not everything it's just instinct. Instinct won't teach you to use a safeword. So watch the fucking video."
He scoffed. "Uhh using your big boy words, aren't ya?"
"Just shut up and start already." Kurt hissed.
Sebastian growled, staring at the screen in front of him with aversion. "I don't want to."
Kurt felt his jaw tighten and had to close his eyes and take three slow breaths before saying anything else.
He didn't know how there were people who could do this every day. For a living. Taking care of subs in this state was not easy, at least Sebastian wasn't making it easy for him. Kurt was about to go crazy, they had more than forty minutes in the same discussion. He had been right before, Sebastian wasn't the guy who gave in easily and he was proving it to him again and again.
Kurt looked down on the floor where he stood in front of the bed and managed to calm himself enough to look back to the sub, a bright fake smile all over his face. "You've always been such a whiner?"
Sebastian glared at him. "Well maybe if you were enough of a dom to keep me mentally stable I wouldn't have to complain so much."
But that, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Oh, yeah?" he let his voice go so falsely sweet and ridiculous as possible, but he knew the scorn didn't reach his eyes. "And what would an 'enough of a dom' do? Paddle your ass? Because that's what you deserve and that's exactly why you didn't want to go to a clinic right? Because you're too afraid anyone could touch your little delicate skin? "
"That's not true!" Sebastian said, almost shouting in his defense but he didn't care.
"It is, isn't? You're too afraid of the pain. Or is it just because you can't stand the idea of someone telling you what to do? You're nothing but a spoiled child! And what am I? A medicine? I don't think so, things don't work that way, if you want this to work I need respect and fuck I deserve respect! I am a person, Sebastian and I'm doing you a favor! "
"Jesus Christ I'll watch the fucking video, does that makes you happy?"
"No! What I want is that if you really want a good dom you start acting like a good sub!"
"You know I have problems with that, I can't do just move the switch up—"
"Well neither can I. If you would—" Kurt had to interrupt the attack because of the incessant annoying tone of a cell phone that hadn't stopped almost since they started screaming. "Aren't you going to answer?"
Sebastian made an annoying sound but left stomping around the room, following the exasperating tone of the device. Once Sebastian was gone Kurt sat on the edge of the bed, watching the other guy search for his phone with a permanent frown and he forced himself to take two deep breaths.
Sebastian is an idiot. He said to himself like a mantra. Sebastian is an idiot. Sebastian is an idiot. Sebastian is an idiot. Sebastian is an idiot. Sebastian is an idiot... but that does not mean I have to act like one too. He convinced himself of that, managing to calm down, just in time to see Sebastian look with apprehension his phone, barely, for less than two seconds before moving his finger across the screen a couple times and make the noise stop.
He didn't answer.
And then he was just there, standing, staring at the screen, a wrinkle furrowing his forehead until finally he threw it on the desk, dropping into the chair next to it and spinning until he was turning his back completely to Kurt. From his place, Kurt could see perfectly the way the sub hunched his back, burying his face in his hands.
"Do you..." it came from Kurt's mouth out of nowhere right before he shut his lips closed. Sebastian wasn't moving, not even in recognition of his half question, and now the silence was almost shocking after their previous argument. He is really starting to get worried when a full minute passes and Sebastian still doesn't move.
He clears his throat. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." Sebastian responses immediately, so fast it's nearly as uncomfortable as if he hadn't answered at all. "I couldn't be better. I'm on sick you piece of shit, how am I supposed to be?"
Kurt breathed out. Oddly enough, that was somehow soothing.
"All right." Kurt tells him then. "So what do you want?"
"As if what I want matters, let's just get it over with." Sebastian says as he rises from his seat without looking at him and walks straight to his old position in the middle of the bed, crossing his legs ahead and taking the computer.
Before he can click the play button on the video Kurt pushes the screen down.
"What!" Sebastian exclaims, obviously irritated.
"Why do you have to make everything so complicated?" Kurt asks before taking the laptop from him, holding it tight to his chest and standing from the bed. Sebastian freezes, leaving his mouth open for a moment.
"I make things complicate?" He bellowed. "We have half an hour arguing, I finally say it's okay and now suddenly you no longer want it?"
"Not with that attitude"
"What now am I supposed to be happy about it?"
"It would help, yes!"
"Well what about this, is this happy enough for you?" A big, crazy, ugly smile settled right on Sebastian's face and Kurt opened his mouth ready to shout something back, but then he was still looking at it and god it was so horrible and ridiculous that he couldn't keep it together and started laughing. A long, loud, high-pitched laugh.
"Oh great, now you mock me." Sebastian said,
but even above his laughter Kurt could hear Sebastian's small hidden giggles which only encouraged him more to keep laughing. "Oh my god, you sound like a dolphin." And then Sebastian was laughing too. Not as much as Kurt, he still maintained some composure but still.
"And you... are... an asshole," Kurt said, laughing, recovering and trying to push away the memory of the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen Sebastian Smythe do.
And while he was trying to hide it, Kurt could still see the smile on his face nonetheless. And it was… nice. Pretty, even.
"So? Are you going to tell me something I don't already know, or you're just gonna look at me all day?"
Kurt cleared his throat, hoping that he wasn't so red of laughter as he imagined.
"Let's make a deal. If you do exactly as I say, I give you a reward." He proposed, biting his lips to suppress aftershocks of his former giggles. Sebastian's whole face changed.
"What... kind of reward?" Sebastian murmured, a new naughty light playing in his eyes. Kurt gulped.
"Uhh, cannot tell." He determined, giving Sebastian the laptop back.
Okay, he could do this. He had read a lot of information, seen all the videos that had to be seen, he knew how to do this, he just needed to convince himself that he could.
He inhaled, then took two steps forward and climbed into bed completely, right behind Sebastian, and set one leg on each side of his body.
"Is this part of it or you're just looking for a nice view?" Suddenly, Sebastian was in a much better mood. It gave him chills.
"It is. I mean part of it." He hastened to clarify. Sebastian didn't reply anything, thought Kurt had the suspicion that he was laughing at him somehow, but if he was going to act dominant now he needed to stop thinking about it.
Sebastian rose the computer's screen to press the power button and proceeded to put the key, meanwhile, Kurt settled himself into position so his back could rest on the headboard of the bed and put a couple of pillows to make himself a little more comfortable. Sebastian looked back to check on him before putting the video and Kurt prepared for what was coming.
"Now?" He asked.
Kurt shook his head and gestured toward the space between his legs. Sebastian raised one eyebrow, mocking him.
"C'mere," he murmured in a quiet voice, still a little embarrassed, to which Sebastian responded with what looked very much like a fond smile. That made him almost laugh to himself because there was no chance that Sebastian Smythe felt anything except perhaps gratitude to him. And even that's questionable. "C'mere," he repeated.
Sebastian moved back a few times to settle right between Kurt's legs, his back almost touching the dom's chest. Kurt moved in his place, too self-conscious. He had to find the right way to project his domination, the right way to dominate Sebastian in particular. Kurt was not exactly the most experienced dom and Sebastian obviously had not gained much either in terms of submission. This could go wrong in so many ways.
"Start the video." He ordered. It was a simple command, enough for Sebastian to fulfill without giving much thought to it. As the female voice filled the silence in the room Kurt made sure to have his attention on the reactions of the sub.
Welcome to DFSC guide for proper education of responsible dominants and submissives. The following identifies some of the basic concepts and clarify some of the most common myths among public belief. It is important to have the assistance of trained staff to either answer questions, manage the videos according to the appropriate age of the audience and maintain order amongst these for—
"Is that supposed to be you?" Sebastian asked, amused. "You'll make sure I don't see inappropriate content? No offense but I think it's a little late for that."
Kurt rebuked him for his interruption, making a sign to be silent. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
—ust have a recess for a more satisfactory result. Younger guests leave the room only with the explicit permission of someone older.
When Sebastian was about to make some smart remark again Kurt leaned closer to his ear "Listen, I don't think you'd like me to gag you." before leaning backward.
Sebastian was left with a frown and the computer screen turning completely black before a new image of another girl emerged.
It all begins with the miracle of life. From the very first moment when the heart begins to beat. Although the designation does not begin to develop until the fifth month of pregnancy. There are many people who assure that since then there are certain symptoms that can relate to and /or be used to predict whether the baby will be a dom or a sub. This is completely false. There is no way, even scientific to predict the designation of a fetus. This myth is very common nowadays, mainly because of the stories that in ancient times the royal and noble families used these tactics to decide whether to have the baby in question or not, originating several abortions when some "expert" claimed that the baby would be submissive.
Kurt could feel Sebastian's body growing tense and he was sure he'd heard him snorting at least three times already. He said nothing though, but Kurt expressed his comprehension as he could, simply putting a hand on Sebastian's forearm and giving it a slight squeeze. The sub twisted his neck to see him, diverting his attention momentarily. Kurt gave him a short smile.
He felt then Sebastian's back completely leaning on his chest, the sub settling as if about to take a nap on it. His hair prickled on his chin and part of the cheek and although his eyes widened with surprise he did his best not to react more than that. He didn't want to give the impression that it bothered him, even if he didn't feel completely comfortable with the position. He needed Sebastian as relaxed as he could be and if he too could calm down a bit, that would also help.
Only until the moment of birth with special tests with blood samples from the newborn it can be assured without putting the infant's life in danger. In the past, this would have been impossible until several years later, if not even until the child reached adulthood. Hormones that until then had been constant, in tranquility under our skin, waiting to explode in our blood and fill us with new sensations.
On the corner of his eye Kurt saw the small drawings of two parents opening a white envelope with a baby in their arms. Then both parents smiling at each other before kissing the temple of the child.
There are countless differences between subs and doms,
He also saw Sebastian rolling his eyes again.
A sub hormones are deeply unstable, yet doms hormones are stable the vast majority of the time, even there have been some cases where artificial stimulation is needed for any activity. During the early years these designations do not affect the mental or physical growth of the person in question until puberty, when the effects of hormones in the body are more obvious and critical.
Now he was yawning.
Submissives are more helpful, enjoy the attention and are more prone to depression. Doms are possessive of their property and family, and have a need to be aware and control everything around them.
The female voice went through a long speech of about ten minutes about the possible subtle ways in which infants externalized either submission or domination, from the fulfillment of their tasks as the first priority of a sub to the obsession of a growing dom for the total control of the TV.
Sebastian seemed to be listening, at least since he continued making gestures from time to time despite never keeping his eyes on the screen for more than twenty consecutive seconds. By that time Kurt had managed to get used to Sebastian's weight, had even started enjoying it. But it seemed that the sub was determined to keep him from relaxing. Sebastian's nose was buried in Kurt's neck since several minutes ago.
He moved, turned his head, saw the video a moment but every time he would do this again. The tip of his nose was cold, one of the first justifications he found for this action after it made him jump when it first happened. However, it didn't take long to warm up and Sebastian was still doing it. His hot breath made lose a little focus a few times
but he recalled that getting carried away was dangerous. Now he was a dom, Sebastian's, and one old enough to understand what he was doing. So he concentrated on the voice again.
Later in puberty when subs have their first sickness they'll be in need of a dom to take care of them while this lasts, Weeks after the may continue with their normal activities. It is recalled that the need is not an excuse for neglect, during sickness women are more fertile so it is recommended the use of a specialized pill for birth control—
"Oh, okay, yes, skip this, yeah," Kurt said as he moved the cursor over the video, and felt Sebastian sighing deeply in his collarbone.
" This is getting boring" he complained, making his voice sound hoarse and musical under Kurt.
"There isn't too much left, I promise, There's only about 30 minutes more." Sebastian made a noise of exasperation from the depths of his throat.
"Are you serious? I mean, don't misunderstand me, it was entertaining the first, like, five seconds, but I would really like to end this before the holidays." He said ironically.
"How funny," Kurt said with a straight face.
"I know, you don't need to tell me, princess." Sebastian smiled amused by his own joke.
"Don't call me that." Kurt replied in a rasping voice. Sebastian pouted. How could he try to be serious when Sebastian was calling him Princess every couple of minutes? Even if he didn't say it entirety to be offensive, he was helping him as much as his constant complaints. "Just try to focus alright? This is the important part of the video."
"Then why didn't go there from the beginning?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're going to force me to bring gag?" He threatened. He saw Sebastian articulate an obscenity with his lips before turning his nose into the space in Kurt's neck. "You better listen, or I will force you to see it again." Sebastian growled.
The sickness can come at any time between the 16 and 19 years of the life of a sub and in most cases it usually occurs unexpectedly overnight. Although it is possible to predict whether the timing will occur within an estimated period of time the method is expensive and only with 75% of accuracy. This is a major drawback for young subs without an established dom, because the more you spend time without fulfilling your needs more likely you are to develop a problem as kidney dysfunction, infections, gallstones in the liver, temporary loss of vision, fever, dizziness, respiratory problems, high or low blood circulation, among others, not to mention they are more vulnerable to common viruses. Besides, the risk increases if this is a thing which resorts repeatedly throughout the life of an individual, it may eventually develop into chronic issues. Assistance in cases of gravity is expensive and difficult to achieve, even with artificial endorphins the effect—
Kurt suddenly stopped paying attention to the video, there was something warm, warm and... wet on his neck.
He jerked backward, but only a little, not nearly enough to keep Sebastian from continuing handing out wet kisses on his sensitive skin. The sub barely registered the movement and if he did he didn't really seem to mind, on the contrary, now he had one hand on Kurt's jaw, cupping the face of the dom.
"Uh Seb-Sebastian— the… the video," The only reply he got from Sebastian was a hoarse growl and the change of small licks and pecks to fully formed open-mouthed kisses. Kurt, panicking as he was reacted with an attack of involuntary giggles as he tried to sneak off Sebastian's grip, but the weight of the sub on his chest wouldn't allow it.
"Come on, babe," The hot breath of Sebastian tickled him but ironically his giggles attack ceased almost instantly. "I've decided what's gonna be my reward,"
Kurt felt the heat climb up his head, he doesn't know if for the pet name or the confirmation that Sebastian was trying to get something... like that, from him. He could feel the pulse in his neck accelerating under Sebastian's lips and could almost sense the younger boy smile. "Do you want to know what it is?"
"I- That's—" Kurt stumbled over his words. "That is not how it works," he protested. "Besides, you haven't done a particularly great job,"
A little, -but rather hard- bite on his jaw was enough to make him shut up. He tried to get up again, and again failed. He put his hand on
Sebastian's forearm to pull him away but Sebastian's other hand took his and before Kurt realized what he was doing the sub sliding it under his shirt, letting Kurt feel the hot skin of Sebastian's abdomen.
It was sort of nice, the feeling beneath his fingers, Sebastian was defined and his skin was smooth and Kurt kind of wanted to touch a little more. Even so, he resisted and pulled his hand away.
The voice of the video was still talking, even though the computer had slipped from Sebastian's legs, but for Kurt it was just an annoying babble now that he had to deal with the octopus in which Sebastian had become. He was the dom, it was supposed that he had to have the control of the situation, right now he just felt like he and Sebastian were playing some kind of twisted game. When he moved again, this time a little more sharply, and murmured a protest about the video he finally got Sebastian to move away a little and the way he looked at him gave Kurt the impression that he was the one losing.
"I'll tell you what," Sebastian muttered, running his tongue over his lower lip, rosy and slightly swollen. "Reward first, video later hmm?"
And so, he had turned around completely, spinning his legs
until he was facing Kurt, their noses only inches away as Sebastian sat astride on him, this time his legs wrapped around Kurt's and then he just attacked his neck as his hands worked the buttons of his shirt and his hips grinded down.
"No, no," Kurt says rasped, taking Sebastian on both arms. "No, no. That's not how we do this."
"So we're doing this?" Sebastian said. "Because I'm starting to feel like I'm burning inside and I fucking need this, and I don't need a stupid video to tell me that," He leaned back, sending a glance at the computer now closed on the other side of the bed. He didn't sound angry, just frustrated. The fact that Kurt probably looked like a deer between the headlights wasn't really helpful either. At least he had stopped trying to take off his shirt, but the look he was giving him was worse than any attempt to destroy one of his favorite shirts.
He was being selfish, he realized. He was being selfish by denying Sebastian one of the primary needs of a sub; physical intimacy. He may not know what exactly was the 'this' he was talking about, and being Sebastian of course he had to relate everything to sex, and tough he wasn't completely wrong there were a lot of things that could serve as alternatives, but then again, it would be insensitive of him to ask Sebastian to do many of those things.
"I'm sorry," Sebastian muttered. He was looking down, maintaining a grimace on his face. "I just need you to… listen I try to look fine, I try really hard, but it's starting to be too difficult, okay?" His eyes met Kurt's. He didn't know if it was part of a strategy or if Sebastian was really sorry, either way Kurt was already feeling his chest softening. "Please?" He said, his lips barely moved.
Kurt couldn't take this anymore, he was going to give in, he could feel it, he couldn't bear the blame for making a person feel so bad, Sebastian, who had already suffered so much, he deserved a few moments of peace, and at least that he would try to go give him.
"It-It's okay," Sebastian's smile grows three times its size when Kurt confirms he heard correctly with a small nod. He can feel the anxious movements of the body of the sub still above his own, but he tries not to let it distract him. "All right. Reward first, video later?"
Sebastian nods, copying his previous move and trying to get as close to him as possible.
"Don't." Kurt stopped the movement of his hands, leaving Sebastian with a confused expression. "We'll do this my way."
He saw Sebastian was trying not to argue. "And what is your way?"
Kurt settled into a more upright position, trying to gain control of the situation. "My way is, you do what I say,"
"What a dom you are—"
"And strip off."
Kurt somehow managed to keep his voice from trembling as he said this,
barely, though. It was worth seeing Sebastian's expression. It was more than obvious that he wasn't expecting this and it made Kurt's inner dom smile slyly even though on the outside he could barely keep himself from blushing everywhere.
Sebastian changed his position a little, still almost above Kurt. Suddenly he didn't seem so comfortable.
"You mean..."
"Take your shirt off,"
Kurt didn't let himself think too much about what he said, if he did he would surely end up looking like a total idiot with no experience, so he let whatever was keeping him talking take charge.
Sebastian on the other hand, even though it was obvious he wanted this seemed unsure if Kurt was talking seriously or just teasing. There were only a few seconds of doubt before Sebastian took the bottom edge of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder.
He looks at Sebastian bare chest, despite the fact that is not the first time his eyes still are captivated by the beautiful skin with moles spread out everywhere and defined muscles. He doesn't want to seem like a pervert but look away would give contrarian signal and it's not exactly the time to be timid. Not when he knows how all this will probably end up. Kurt doesn't know how good or bad is that Sebastian looks so presumptuous as regards to his body. He hold's a sigh. Perhaps he's just jealous.
"Color?" He asks, looking into Sebastian's eyes.
The sub frowns. "What?"
"Safewords, Sebastian."
"Oh, uh… Green"
Kurt nods, satisfied that at least Sebastian remembers the color system. He swears that if he had to explain it again he'd hit himself in the face.
"Now the rest of it," Sebastian doesn't need more explanation than that, the next moment he's already working on the button of his pants. Kurt can not help but look away. "And get off me, would you?"
And maybe it's not a good idea, not so much for Sebastian's frown but because now Kurt can perfectly see the boner contained in his pants. He knows he is breathing faster but he really expects Sebastian doesn't realize this. When the pants are gone and Sebastian's fingers begin to pull down the waistband of his underwear he feels a knot begin to form in his stomach. He's going to tell Sebastian to wait, to keep the underwear, but he is too slow and soon there's no point. Sebastian is only inches away, completely naked and hard and devilishly gorgeous.
Kurt could look at him for hours, whole days even, he would like to have him right in the middle of his living room to admire him all day long in thousands of different positions, with his hands and feet tied in extravagant poses, kneeling with a blindfold on his eyes, leaning back on his carpet, wrapped in a pretty bow of cords, or just sitting on the floor next to him, a black thick collar around his neck tying him the to foot of his chair.
He gulps. Control yourself, Hummel.
"So…?" Sebastian asks, gesturing vaguely, still looking too cocky for his own good.
"Bed," Kurt replied. "Lie down."
Sebastian seemed more than happy to indulge. He plopped down on the pillow right next to where he was sitting, his heavy breathing making his chest rise and go down quickly as his cock rested on his stomach.
The sub smiled when he caught him looking. "Your turn?"
He cleared his throat. "No."
Sebastian rolled his eyes but he didn't seem surprised.
"Fine. So what do you have in mind?"
"I'll ask you something, mostly about the video you just watched and if you answer correctly I'll touch you. You can't move and you can't complain about where I choose to touch or not. "Kurt said, it wasn't the greatest of his ideas but it was the best in what he could think of right now.
Sebastian did not seem to think so. "Why do you need to make everything some kind of game?" He asked, but he said nothing when Kurt got up from his place to put some space in between.
"It's not a game, I'm giving you some control. Unless you don't want it, then I'd happily decide for you." he offered.
"Whatever. Can we start now? I'm getting even hornier."
That did make Kurt blush, but he recovered as fast as he could. He didn't mean to be intolerant, but he'd really like if Sebastian could take things a little more seriously.
He started slow, to the annoyance of a certain sub, just touching a bit on the arms, sliding his fingers through the gap between the muscles there. Sebastian didn't complain at any time but it didn't take a genius to realize his annoyance. He assumes he can understand, in fact all of Kurt's instincts are more than agree that what he is doing is a total waste of skin on display. Still, he's not sure if he could go for more right now.
He asks a few questions about the information that the woman had said in the video, Sebastian responded vaguely every time, urging Kurt to go to the next question, sometimes he would just try to skip the question directly. Kurt forbade him from moving after he failed to respond to three of his questions in sequence. Then he tried to trick him into moving forward saying that his belly itched hat actually worked but when he realized what was that about he did feel cheated.
It had been several minutes since they started, he could feel the frustration of the sub increasing. He struggled to let go of his prudishness and a be a little more… contundent. It was a shame Sebastian's cock kept making him feel so inadequate.
"Hummel I— I'm not complaining, not at all but you know, don't you think that maybe, just maybe you could try touching me where we both know I want you to?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Surely you're not complaining?"
"Very sure"
"Uh-huh," Kurt gave Sebastian a warning look.
"So, so sure..." Now Sebastian was starting to squirm.
Internally he wanted to reprove Sebastian, he had specifically told him not to move, but rationally he knew he had to stop being an immature asshole and start seeing beyond himself.
And that included jerk Sebastian off.
Fuck.
"Kurt?" Sebastian muttered softly, almost like a whimper.
Kurt slid his hand over his skin moist with sweat now, going under Sebastian's bellybutton, ignoring the main issue. Then below, and below, settling to give gentle massage on his inner thighs. Sebastian made a soft, pleased sound.
"Hot, hot, hot..."
Kurt almost laughed. Almost. It was good to know that even in these situations Sebastian conserved some of his sense of humor. What he didn't like was the fact that Sebastian kept moving in a way that was very conveniently bringing his hand closer to his crotch.
"Still," He said, but there wasn't much effect other than a nervous whimper. Kurt then withdrew his hand, causing the sub to release another discontent sound. Kurt grabbed one of his arms, pinning him down, "Still," He repeated.
Kurt is embarrassed by the ecstasy that his inner dom gets from seeing Sebastian's beautiful body striving to meet the command, forcing himself to stop, calm down for him even when his body was going crazy.
The dom within himself that is all that Sebastian hates, pure carnal instinct and kinky desires, the one who cannot refuse to fulfill his sub's desire, not at the end, but neither let it be easy. Needless to say, it's the same he has to control if he doesn't want this to go too far.
He can feel a pulse between his legs.
Of course he knew Sebastian's body would be a temptation, but he doesn't like when the image of that same naked body on his knees in his mind becomes more sexual than it should be, for him or for anyone else helping a sub in his situation.
The sound of Sebastian's heavy breathing captures his attention and although that part ruthless in him gloats, the other part of him, the teenager, feels fear.
The smell does not help, either.
"Okay" He breathes out while he climbs higher on the bed, positioning himself over Sebastian, who seems more than eager to the sudden closeness. "We´re gonna do this but I need you to—" he is suddenly cut off by Sebastian's hips, rising up and rubbing savagely against him, letting him feel the hard'on he'd been trying to ignore so far. Despite how good it feels, neither he nor the part very very horny in him are happy.
"Sebastian!" he scolds, and the sub's hips fall with fright. "Listen, I'll let it go this time but—" he does it again and Sebastian moans, a strange sound between humiliation and pleasure comes out from his mouth. Kurt grabs both of his hands and throws them over his head, keeping them there. Sebastian moans again, this time higher, and Kurt really hopes that the boys in the building have a decent social life or very good quality walls or they'll be in a serious problem.
"You're forcing me to change my tactics with you," he warns, but the sub throws his head back, lifting his hips and trying to do it again.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry" he repeats over and over again and Kurt calms. It's not his fault, It's only his first sickness, he's not responsible for most of the things he does. "Sorry, I didn't want to disobey, Just- your clothes, take them off,"
Kurt rolls his eyes. Even in his sickness, Sebastian manages to try to give him orders.
"No,"
Sebastian wraps his legs around his waist, so he is fully wrapped around him. He is completely dressed, from head to toe while Sebastian is naked, with his legs around his waist and hands trapped by Kurt. God, I think Finn once showed me this position in the Kama Sutra.
"Please… Just— Let me get you off, please, I promise I'll make it good, Just—"
"Stop!" he exclaimed, and he was really surprised when Sebastian obeyed instantly, looking at him with big wary eyes.
He had to put all his willpower to not pounce on and ravish him once and for all. He couldn't help it, He was an eighteen years old dom with a desperate sub in pain beneath him, offering things that he could very well let happen now, and enjoy it, and face the consequences when the time came.
But no. No, it wasn't his place, He wasn't his dom, not really.
He returned to reality when Sebastian twisted off half a leg from his hip, still looking unsure.
"I'm not angry," he said and the sub left out the air from his lungs. "Color?"
Sebastian smiled, that had to be something. "Green," he said.
"Very well," the dom removed the remaining leg on his hip, positioning it close to the other on the bed and Sebastian would have complained if he hadn't been so afraid that this was over. "Okay, don´t move. Don´t make me tie you."
He removed his hands too of Sebastian's wrists so they no longer touched in any way. Sebastian bit his lip to keep from moaning in the loss. A smile spread across the dom's features. "Quiet, I'm gonna make it better."
Sebastian only wished he did it faster.
As if reading his thoughts, he felt one of Kurt's fingers touching his cock, barely, but it was there. At first, he didn't even move, just feel a little, forcing himself to focus on the reality rather than in his imagination and what he would like to happen. Until he hadn't had to, because Kurt was wrapping his hand around his cock.
It was a torture, a beautiful, beautiful torture, Kurt's finger was tracing the outline of a vein near the base, slow, very slow, causing him to whine loudly and try to move until suddenly the touch is gone.
He seeks the eyes of the dom with his eyes, looking for an explanation, but he looks inflexible, not in a harsh manner, more like a mother who intends to punish her child for saying obscenities, even though these make her grace.
"Color?"
Sebastian doesn't understand what about all that color thing, he already said it before, why the insistence?
"There's something more Green than Green?" he asked stupidly. But it served, Kurt returned to what he was doing before. It reminded him of the first day they did something like this, well, although at that time it wasn't Kurt who did but himself, but it was the same tactic, or he obeyed or Kurt stopped and the rhythm changed to make it more wicked.
"You can´t move, you can't touch me and you can´t come. Is that too much for you by now?" the question wasn't mocking, it was actually completely serious, and Sebastian wanted to say yes, it was too much,
he needed to touch him, needed to touch his dom needed as he came,
which he couldn't do either, how was he going to help it if Kurt kept moving? oh god and he didn't want him to ever stop, and if he disobeyed who knows when would be the next time he could do this. In addition, he didn't want to disappoint Kurt, not him, not in this, not now that he was finally getting something, he could do it, he knew he could.
He shook his head and Kurt made a sound of recognition before moving a little faster, up and down, making him shiver. If it had been allowed to move, he would have covered his mouth to stop the sound that came out of it. He froze for half a second, waiting to see if the contact disappeared again, but that didn't happen and he heard Kurt laugh a little from above.
"I never said you had to keep silent." he smiled and oh for all it's good if it wasn't hot. He groaned and gasped his way to the orgasm, before reminding himself that he couldn't. He really, really hoped that no one could hear him outside these walls, because he could swear that it sounded like bad porn.
"I'm-I'm gonna..."
"I know," Kurt said.
He was so close, so close, he just needed something, but he wasn't sure Kurt wanted to give it to him. "How much can you endure without it? Be honest please,"
"I ah-, like, fifteen seconds?" It seemed like an eternity to his ears but that's honestly what he thought would last.
"Too soon. What about one minute? Can you resist that for me?" His body wanted to deny, but his brain was too lost in his voice and the smell of comfort to mind the wishes of his body, he just wanted to make Kurt happy. "A little bit more, come on,"
"It… hurts," It was exhausting. Every couple of seconds were like a minute for him, he kept looking at the clock on the wall every passing moment while Kurt ran his fingers gently over the head of his full cock. Finally 60 whole seconds later, he was going to explode.
"Color? "
"Y-Yello...w"
"You can come now" For a second, he thought his eyes would come out of their sockets.
...
Kurt laid next to Sebastian on the bed, all sounds around them were only the soft gasps of relief from the sub at his side as his breathing was struggling to return to normal. It had only been a few moments since the boy had reached his climax. He had left some good mess too, but he'd take care of that later. Now he had to make sure that Sebastian was fine.
He hasn't looked up since Kurt moved from his old position, but Kurt supposed that was fine, he was allowed to enjoy his post-orgasmic time as much as he wanted. He wonders if he should hold him or something, or if that would exceed some kind of limit, especially when he's naked, something that Kurt had been trying to ignore, trying not to look too much, for too long, but he really couldn't help it. It's not as if he could just press a button. Sebastian was a very attractive, very, very hot guy, and a very hot sub that he casually happened to dominate in his spare time. It was not as easy as one might think.
"Mhm…"
Sebastian shifted his position, leaning sideways and facing the dom. His eyelids moved lazily, and a faint smile appeared on his face when he saw Kurt. "Hello,"
Kurt had to smile too, he sounded relaxed, maybe too much in fact. "Hello again" Sebastian smiled wider, looking a little drunk, opening and closing his eyes carelessly. "How you feel?"
"Fan-fucking-tastic. I thought my cock would explode and there I still have it so, it's a win." Kurt breathed out a short laugh. Sebastian was kind of adorable this way.
"Sure it is."
"sup, babe, what about you?"
"I'm fine, don't worry" Kurt teased in a playful tone. Or maybe he just was getting embarrassed again by the sudden pet name.
"Course you are ..." Sebastian says, warm and loose and relaxed, also exhausted.
It must normal after the lack of control that his body has been living in the last days. Kurt knew he was a little tired himself. It wouldn't be a bad idea to take a nap himself, especially if he could get rid of the 'problem' between his legs.
Although it wasn't the easiest task when he was lying in bed with a handsome, naked guy who was also a little doppy. A little doppy because of an orgasm. An orgasm that Kurt gave him. Casually. Like a favor. From a boy to another. For friendship. A friendly orgasm.
God, now he too was rambling.
Besides, once again it was not helping at all. He had to get rid of his boner if he wanted to get home for dinner time. And it wasn't exactly the most comfortable position now.
He moved silently to a sitting position, being careful not to disturb Sebastian but as soon as he moved away the sub looked up, frowning curiously.
"Where are you going?" Sebastian asks, moving to sit on the bed.
Kurt looked at him, but then looked away quickly, there was nothing covering him and Kurt didn't want to pass as a pervert, staring shamelessly, hard in his pants. "In the bathroom, I-just a second,"
He was already up when Sebastian's hand on his forearm stopped him from keeping moving. This time Kurt really looked at him, making sure to never look down beyond his face.
"You don't have to," he said, far more serious than before.
"What do you... mean?" Kurt's voice came out breathy, suddenly he was hyperaware of the proximity of the other guy, so much that he could almost feel his breath on his face, he could smell the scent coming from his skin, his warm breath, the pulse of his body... Sebastian's eyes, traveling between his eyes and lips.
Kurt almost shook his head, as if waking from a dream. He must not let any of those things to affect him, nor Sebastian's voice, neither he nor his body or anything.
He jumped up, avoiding Sebastian's bewildered expression, or worse, disappointed. Kurt just had to get away. That was just- that's just endorphins.
"Back in a moment," He claimed, walking as fast as he could to the small bathroom. He closed the door as gently as he could and allowed himself to release a held breath when one of his hands finally came down to his pants.
...
He didn't feel proud of it.
Masturbating in the bathroom of a room that wasn't his own wasn't the epitome of dignity, but he had to be honest with himself, his erection wasn't going to go down by itself and he couldn't get out of here like that. Yes, he had a sub to take care of out there but he still had physical needs, thankyouverymuch. In addition, a minute alone would do Sebastian some good, they both needed it. Kurt wasn't expecting to find what he did while he washed his face to clear his mind.
At first he didn't give it much relevance, it was just a bottle of pills; then he remembered a few things he'd heard from some talks between the football players in his freshman year when they were throwing him to the trash.
When he came out Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, with his underwear already on, he didn't look very happy anymore, in fact he seemed pretty dejected. He looked up when he noticed Kurt's presence.
He didn't beat about the bush.
"I thought you weren't on drugs." It was the first thing that came from his mouth. Sebastian blinked, his mouth twisting into a frown.
"I'm not." He said. "I mean, not really, I can't say I've never try it but—"
"So what is this?" Kurt shook the small white bottle between his fingers. It had no label, no name, no ingredients.
"Pills?"
Kurt made a face. "Yeah, I can see that. Are you taking these? In your sickness?"
"Yes, so? They're supposed to make me feel better,"
"Oh, like that drug due to sedate elephants you asked me for before? Really? You're with that again?"
"Calm down Oprah Winfrey. I'm not on drugs, I buy it in a pharmacy is completely legal, and, is not due to sedate anything, it only decreases my symptoms,"
"I don't think is only that, everyone would buy it if it were that easy, it may decrease symptoms but you don't know what happens in your body, you're not even sure if it works. Before, you... it didn't seem like you were exactly better... "
"Well, sometimes it works sometimes not, what can we do?"
"I'm gonna take them away"
"Fuck, no!"
"I just want to check it, okay?"
For the second time, the sound of Sebastian's cell phon's tone interrupted them. Kurt crossed his arms, in some way hoping that Sebastian stood up and go away to answer. But Sebastian mimicked his movement, standing in his own defensive pose.
"Don't you think you should answer?" He asked when the insistent ringing of the phone began to really set him over the edge
"No,"
Kurt sighed. "Come on, is not the first time it rings," he came to the place where he saw Sebastian putting the device.
"Hey!" Sebastian said, standing to stop him but Kurt had found the phone and held it front of his face.
"Oh, it's your dad," Kurt said just before Sebastian snatched the phone from him, silencing the annoying noise and slipping it into the pocket of his pants.
"Leave my stuff alone." Sebastian admonished him, returning to his place in bed. "Don't you have something better to do? Like go home?"
He rolled his eyes. "Why don't you answer?"
"Because I don't want to."
"I thought you said your parents were out of town, don't you want to talk to them?"
"You guessed right, princess. Now get out of here."
"Don't you miss them?" Sebastian looked at him with distaste, then he knew he had gone too far in something that wasn't any of his business. Sebastian looked down, frowning.
"Okay," Kurt said. "Umh, about the pills... I just want to check that they're good for you, deal? And as for your symptoms," Sebastian looked at him tentatively. "I've got an idea."
Hello! Happy Halloween everyone, sorry for the delay, writer's block is a constant bitch in my life. Really hope you enjoyed it, expect more, bye guys!