You (and You and You) and Me Make Things Complicated
"So, you're sure you're okay with this?" Barry asks as he and Carson walk hand in hand to the hotel behind Kurt and Sebastian, who can't seem to keep their hands off one another. Carson isn't a fan of PDA. He doesn't understand the appeal behind feeling someone up and swapping spit in front of God and country. It's tacky, it's gross, and it makes everyone by and large uncomfortable.
But watching Kurt and Sebastian make-out like this fascinates him. It's not that they don't care who may or may not be watching (though they probably don't), it's as if no one else exists when they're together. They're not putting on a show for attention; they're just that much in lust, but a lust bred from love. In fact, Carson is pretty sure that he and Barry could bow out right now and the two men in front of them would be none the wiser. They'd go up to Sebastian's rented room and make love, high on each other and the simple suggestion of a foursome.
Carson would like to believe he has something similar with Barry (not as steeped in performance art, but similar). But watching Kurt and Sebastian, he doesn't think they do. Not even close. It's something Carson never thought he might envy before he saw these two men together.
Carson wants to see if he can siphon a little bit of that spirit from them.
"Yes, I'm okay with this," Carson says, so tightly his voice almost changes pitch. "Could you please stop asking me?"
"I just want to make sure you'll be able to handle it."
"Handle it?" Carson scoffs. "Barry, please. I've been stuck in the middle of a gun battle in Yemen, narrowly missed mortar fire in Iraq, took photos of an epic crash at the Indy 500 from the track, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," Barry says with a hard swallow. He doesn't particularly like to be reminded of Carson's reckless streak.
"I think I can handle an orgy."
"I'm not sure. This is different."
"I fail to see how it is."
"You do those other things because it's part of your job, but you take risks because you think you're invincible."
"I am invincible," Carson says, conceited. "I've escaped death more than once. I'm considering adding that to my resume."
"But this isn't about putting your life on the line. This is about your heart … and mine." Barry runs a thumb over Carson's knuckles – as affectionate in public as they dare get. "You don't have to do this for me. I'll understand if you say no."
"I know that," Carson says, conflicted. This seems like an easy out. Should he take it? Would Barry end up resenting him if he did? Would Carson resent himself in the long run? "But maybe I'm doing this for me."
Barry slows their pace a step to look at his boyfriend, his expression of perplexed, concerned, and sweet part of everything Carson loves about him. "Are you doing this for you?"
"Yes," Carson says, definitively, decidedly – he thinks. He's 89% sure. "I am. I swear."
Barry lets the subject drop, but only for about three seconds before he picks it back up again. "Just so you know, it's never too late to back out. Even when we're in the middle of it, I'm totally okay with …"
"Look, Barry. Do you want to talk me out of this, or do you want to do this?"
"Alright," Barry says, but with a healthy bit of skepticism. This acquiescence seems out of character for Carson. He's usually so competitive, and territorial when it comes to their relationship. Anyone who so much as looks at Barry can expect Carson's bitch glare aimed their way, burning a hole into their skull.
Barry speeds up again, catching up with Kurt and Sebastian as they reach the opposite sidewalk.
"Out of curiosity, what were you and Sebastian talking about for so long anyway? You know, before you came over and swallowed Kurt's tonsils," Carson asks after they cross the street to the hotel and all of this begins to get very real.
"We were talking about decisions," Barry says, squeezing Carson's hand. "Which ones I wanted to make, which ones I thought you'd be okay with …" Which ones I thought I could live with …
Sebastian must have called ahead at some point, or he has a room permanently on retainer, because he goes straight to the concierge's desk, scans a screen loaded on his iPhone, and the lady behind the desk hands him a key card. It takes less than two minutes. Jesus Christ! It took Carson nearly forty-five minutes to check-in to his single room at the Holiday Inn last time he traveled, and a good thirty minutes of that time had to do with a discrepancy concerning his passport.
Carson's passport had been charred during an accident back in high school. He should just get it replaced and bypass all the bullshit it causes, but he's kind of fond of it that way.
The four of them catch the elevator the second its doors open to let a handful of visitors out on the lobby level. Sebastian slams the close door button before anyone else can get on, giving one surprised businessman a shrug when the doors close in his face and no one makes a move to hold it for him.
Sebastian immediately pulls Kurt into his arms and starts kissing him again, one hand latching on to his right butt cheek and squeezing till the fabric of his pants crease, while Kurt loops his arms around Sebastian's neck and nearly winds his legs around his waist. They whisper and giggle, trade I love yous and carry on like hormonally charged teenagers. Barry can't help chuckling at the two of them. He doesn't think he's ever been as eager to get at someone before in his life the way they seem to want to get at each other. The majority of what he feels in his stomach now is nervous butterflies. He envies their ability to throw caution to the wind and express that kind of affection, no holds barred.
Barry turns to Carson to see if he might want a kiss, a hug, a hand to hold, but he's looking at his phone, rearranging meetings and answering texts (from what Barry can tell). It dawns on Barry that he should be doing the same, letting someone at the department know that he's taking an extended lunch break. Carson's the practical one, making sure that all of his loose ends are tied and his q's curled before he does something spontaneous.
He could also be hiding how uncomfortable he is behind menial tasks that make him feel in control, but that doesn't make what he's doing any less intelligent.
Barry would ask which, but it seems clear from their conversation on the street that Carson's not telling.
The elevator stops and they step off. Barry and Carson follow yet again as Kurt and Sebastian basically wrestle one another down the hallway to the room. In an impressive move, Sebastian sticks the key card in the slot and opens the door without even breaking Kurt's kiss. Barry gets the impression that the two of them have been in this situation before – so caught up in kissing one another that things like riding in elevators and opening doors become completely secondary, and they've learned to do them without having to pay attention.
Behind closed doors, things change.
The atmosphere in the hotel room is drastically different compared to the walk over. Walking from the deli to the hotel, Carson had an excuse not to participate in any heavy petting, but here, things will be expected of him. He just doesn't know how they'll proceed. It's not something they stopped to talk about. Carson assumed they would start out in pairs, both couples beginning with what was familiar and then adding to the other group as time went on. But Sebastian seems to declare himself the leader. He undoes Kurt's fly, then takes Barry's hand and shoves it down the front of Kurt's pants while Sebastian kisses Barry's neck. Barry strokes, and Kurt attacks Barry's lips. Sebastian splits his time between undressing Kurt and undressing Barry while simultaneously leading the entire entourage over to the bed.
When Barry's mouth isn't on Kurt's, Sebastian's mouth is. Barry and Sebastian trade-off who kisses Kurt, who undresses Kurt, who strokes Kurt. Sooner than Cason thought, the focus becomes Kurt. Because Sebastian wants Kurt, that's more than obvious, but so does Barry. Kurt, in the middle of receiving this body worship, reaches out for Carson, but Carson slides away, hoping Barry will reach for him instead, which he does, but then Carson finds himself shrinking from his touch when Barry gets on his knees and sucks Kurt's cock into his mouth. Carson hadn't prepared for that. He had envisioned Barry fucking Kurt. He had envisioned Barry fucking Sebastian. He had envisioned some combination of both. But this seems too intimate to Carson. The sound Kurt makes when Barry begins to bob, along with his choked off, "Barry!" swallowed by Sebastian's grinning mouth, is unequalled by any sound made during any sex act that Carson has ever been a participant of. Eventually, Carson edges himself out of the equation with his pants and half of his shirt unbuttoned, while the three naked men, Carson's boyfriend included, writhe on the king-size bed – Barry on top of Kurt and Sebastian moving behind Barry, until they become a blur of flesh and moans.
Carson thought he would be okay with this. He honestly did. He talked a good game, even to himself, but he really isn't. Not with the reality of his boyfriend and another man who looks like his boyfriend pleasuring a man who looks like him … but isn't him. Seeing it with his own eyes in real life is paralyzing.
And not because Carson is jealous.
Of all the people in the world that Barry finally looked at sideways since he and Carson had started dating, Barry chose a man who looks just like him, so that has to say something.
Except that's where the similarities stop.
Kurt isn't like Carson.
Kurt is polished, sophisticated, dresses infinitely better, wears expensive cologne and, Carson suspects, makeup to cover up his flaws (if he has any). Kurt worries about things like skincare, diet, manicures, and the cut of his clothes. His life doesn't surround politics, riots, military movements, coups, and last minute trips to places where you have to live out of one bag, carry your own biodegradable toilet paper, and can't drink the water or you'll die.
Kurt is the kind of man Barry could come home to after a long day, go to sleep next to every night without worrying about his cell phone ringing, meet for quickies at lunch time, and take to the CCPD's Annual Christmas Gala. Carson has had to miss the last three. After this last time, Barry joked that the guys at CCPD didn't believe that Barry actually had a date. Barry was teasing, but Carson could tell that it bothered him.
Imagine Barry walking into the ballroom of the Silver Ages Tower with Kurt on his arm?
What if Kurt is what Barry wants? Someone like Carson, yes, but different?
Kurt reminds Carson of Iris, the woman that Barry had been in love with his entire life until she fell in love with and got engaged to someone else. Shortly after Barry decided to give up on love altogether and focus on work, he and Carson met, and something clicked - a spark that grew so bright between them that it couldn't be ignored.
But regardless of that spark, and how hot it got when they were together, Carson always felt like a rebound, that there was someone else in the world that Barry might like better.
What if he was half right?
Carson becomes so lost in that thought that he backs himself into a corner, partially staring, but mainly contemplating, so he doesn't notice Sebastian leave the group and come his way.
"Are you going to get in on this? Or do you plan on remaining a wallflower?" he asks. Carson gives him and the others a cursory glance. From around Sebastian's naked (and visibly aroused) body, Carson catches a glimpse of Kurt lying on his back with Barry hovering over him, sliding inside him slowly.
Carson's eyes spring open. Well, that escalated quickly, now didn't it?
When Carson doesn't answer, Sebastian sighs. "Look, you sulking in the corner is kind of getting creepy. We all want you to join in. But if you're not down for sex, we can compromise. You're a journalist, right? I'll lend you my iPhone, and you can take some pictures."
"What do you care if I join in or not?" Carson's eyes dart away from the visual of Barry climbing on top of Kurt and Kurt arching his back, eyes shut, face already orgasmic. "More for you, right?"
"Well, jeez, Carson" – Sebastian rolls his eyes – "if you'd told us you're man-strating, we would have waited out the week."
Carson laughs dryly. "You have quite the way with words, Mr. Smythe. Must be why Kurt loves you so much."
"One of the many reasons," Sebastian kids. "But seriously, you're missing out on all the fun with your boy Barry."
"Really? Because it doesn't look like Barry's missing me much."
"Oh yeah?" Sebastian chuckles. "Well, he's called Kurt Carson twice already."
"It doesn't look like Kurt minds." Carson is about to check, but decides he really doesn't want to. Talking to Sebastian, even naked Sebastian, feels safer than watching what's going on over on the bed. "It doesn't look like you mind, either."
"We don't mind because this is just sex," Sebastian says. "It's not love. That's what this was supposed to be about, right? Why are you sitting out on a once in a lifetime opportunity to literally fuck yourself?" Sebastian takes a few steps forward, the expression on his face more understanding than before, when he was all snarky remarks and jabs. Maybe it's a side-effect of being nude and slightly vulnerable, but he seems genuinely curious to find out what might be wrong.
Carson centers his gaze on the ceiling, trying to ignore the soft gasps across the room. "What if … what if Barry starts liking Kurt … more than he likes me?
"Why would he? I mean, the two of you might look the same, but you're you. He fell in love with you. And regardless of finding someone who looks like you, there's only one you, Carson." Sebastian leans his back against the wall next to Carson. With an unobstructed view, Carson watches Barry drop his head to Kurt's shoulder - in frustration, maybe? Embarrassment? Kurt whispers something, and Barry nods, a shy smile twitching his lips. Then Barry whispers something back, and Kurt laughs, full and honest. They look like they're enjoying themselves, enjoying one another … and Carson hates it. Sebastian, on the other hand, looks on with a fond smile, and so much love in his eyes that Carson would think Sebastian is watching himself on the bed with Kurt and not someone who looks like him. "You know, statistics say that there's actually six or seven lookalikes for every person on earth, you're just unlikely to find them. So, there are other people that look like you in the world aside from Kurt. Is Barry going to run off with all of them? Is Barry going to fuck all of them if he finds them? Not likely. Besides, if your little Barry wants my Kurt, he's going to have to go through me to get to him, and cop or no, he's going to be in for one hell of a fight."
Carson barks a laughs at the conviction in that statement. Even if Barry wanted a relationship with Kurt, Sebastian wouldn't let the man go without a fight.
"I guess," Carson says, noticing Barry peek over when he laughs.
"Look," Sebastian says, "Kurt and I didn't intend for this to cause bad feelings. We thought you were down or we wouldn't have agreed. We're not going to push. If you want to leave right now, you can. No one's keeping you here."
Carson shrugs a shoulder. "I couldn't leave without Barry, and I'm sure that he wants to stay."
Sebastian seems stunned by that remark. "What? You think he'd stay here without you?" Carson doesn't answer. Didn't Barry say it didn't matter what point they were at in this, if Carson wanted to go, they'd go? Carson doesn't want to admit that he doesn't believe Barry would leave – not now. Not when he's this far in with a gorgeous man. Not when it looks like he's having the time of his life. Carson doesn't want to be the person who interrupts that.
Carson's silence is Sebastian's answer. He shakes his head. "I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but he only wants you." Carson sputters another laugh and turns his face away. "He'd go with you," Sebastian insists. "Right now. No questions asked."
"Yeah. Right."
"You don't have much faith in your man."
"How do you suddenly know so much about what Barry would and wouldn't do?"
"Because he told me. Duh. Literally a second before I walked over here. And I believe him." Sebastian waits for his words to sink in, for Carson to have a Eureka! moment and change his tune, but that moment doesn't come. "Look, hang in the corner if you want, but this is getting hot, and my boyfriend needs to be kissed."
Sebastian pushes off the wall and heads back to the bed. Carson watches it play out: Sebastian's eyes lock on to Kurt as if he were the only other person in the room. He struts over to his boyfriend lying on the bed, being steadily fucked by Barry, stroking his erection back to hard. Kurt smiles at Sebastian and only Sebastian, licks his lips when he sees Sebastian's cock in his hand. Kurt's eyes glow with an intensity that belongs to Sebastian. Sebastian kneels down beside the bed and murmurs in Kurt's ear, then he claims Kurt's mouth. Carson watches Kurt rise up to meet him, sees how absolutely in love the two of them are. Barry may be there, he may be in as intimate a position with Kurt as any human being can be, but that doesn't seem to matter. It adds to the experience of Kurt and Sebastian together; it doesn't take anything away.
Barry may look like Sebastian, but he's not Sebastian.
And Sebastian is in love with Kurt.
Just like Barry, cock buried deep inside this other man, is in love with Carson. He has his head turned, staring at Carson with lust blown eyes, silently begging for Carson's mouth on his. And Carson wants to give that to him. But not yet. That's not entirely what this experience is about.
"Sebastian?" Carson calls, interrupting his and Kurt's kiss. "Sebastian, can you … can you come here, please?"
Sebastian turns to Barry, eyebrows raised, as if he expected Carson to call him back, like he was waiting for it. That's obnoxious. Barry would never do something like that. Even if he anticipated Carson's next move, he'd have the decency to look surprised.
"Why?" Sebastian asks, pulling away from a whimpering Kurt and heading back to Carson's corner of the room. "What's up?"
Carson lifts his hands to his shirt and starts unbuttoning it the rest of the way, emboldened when Sebastian's eyes follow. Carson takes the shirt off and tosses it in the corner. Sebastian looks Carson over, outlines his bare torso with his hungry gaze. He licks his lips, and Carson's mouth goes dry.
"Would you ... kiss me?" Carson feels stupid asking this, as if Sebastian's going to say no. Sebastian's proven he's a decent guy … for a pervert.
Sebastian smirks. A desire lights his eyes that Carson would have never expected.
"My pleasure." Sebastian takes the last two steps towards Carson with a sensual confidence that Carson can't help finding extremely sexy. He expects Sebastian to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him hard, maybe painfully, but he doesn't. Sebastian takes his time. He wraps an arm around Carson's waist, then another. He runs fingertips up Carson's spine until his hand cradles the back of his head, drawing Carson's gaze to Sebastian's eyes – green eyes that look like Barry's from a distance, but up close are distinct. Sebastian's eyes carry flecks of gold, where Barry's eyes are more grounded in one color, but in a variety of hues. Sebastian's eyes smolder where Barry's eyes simmer. Sebastian's eyes go from green to black in almost an instant whereas Barry's take a while to get there. Sebastian removes Carson's glasses carefully and sets them on a nearby table. He looks from Carson's eyes, probably noting similar differences between him and Kurt, down to his mouth, then slowly back up to his eyes again before he kisses him.
There's a part of Carson whose first instinct is to rebel at having another man's mouth on his, but he tries his best to relax. After a second, he's not trying anymore. He's doing – holding tight to Sebastian's shoulders, wrapping a leg around his, kissing him back. He doesn't feel Sebastian move him, held captive by this kiss; doesn't register being picked up and walked over to the bed to join the other two.
Sebastian lays Carson out on the bed a short distance from Kurt and Barry.
Barry whispers something to Kurt, and Kurt enthusiastically agrees.
"Top or bottom, Carson?" Sebastian asks, undoing the button to Carson's pants.
"Bottom," Carson says.
"On your hands or on your back?"
"Back."
Sebastian smiles. He looks surprisingly bashful, but still very little like Barry. "Are you just picking the second choice I give you - yes or no?"
"No." Carson chuckles. "I just …" He wants to mirror what Kurt and Barry are doing. He wants to picture himself in Kurt's place, being fucked by Barry with that new blue electricity dancing in his eyes. "I want it this way."
"Mmm, he's usually on top," Barry moans. "Maybe he wants to try something different."
"Sounds good to me." Sebastian leans low over Carson and Carson closes his eyes. He abandons himself to feel - Sebastian's lips roaming his body, down his chest to lick his nipples, skimming his abs to reach his cock. Carson hears shuffling, things being moved around on the bed, then he feels Sebastian's lubed fingers search the crack of his ass. Sebastian's lips encircle his head, taking it into his mouth in slow centimeters, a gently tortuous switch off of lick and suck that wipes Carson's brain, and his anxiety, away.
"Oh God," Carson moans, reaching down with trembling hands to touch Sebastian's hair, rectify the reality of this man between his legs with Barry nearby fucking Kurt. Sebastian isn't Barry; that's important for Carson to remember. Because that means that the man he loves, who he knows everything about, realizes that Kurt isn't him regardless of how much he may look like him, a fact that seems to be emphasized every time Barry breaks from a kiss with Kurt in favor of kissing Carson.
"How's that feel?" Barry asks, watching his boyfriend with eagle eyes as Sebastian blows him.
"Good." Carson tries to maintain eye contact with Barry but he can't. He feels like his face is about to explode. He closes his eyes. "So good. Different from you."
"Better than me?"
Carson's eyes snap open and Kurt snickers.
"Not better," Carson says quickly, his words almost cut when Sebastian sucks hard. "J-just … just different."
Sebastian climbs back up Carson's body, indulging in one long kiss from Kurt, then another from Barry, before he goes in search of a condom. Kurt lifts up and leans over for a kiss from Carson while Sebastian puts the condom on, pulling Barry down to give his boyfriend a taste of what Kurt had a moment ago. Carson begins to understand the appeal. As he surrenders to the mouths on him, their different styles of kissing and their vastly unique tastes, he finds freedom in this. This isn't love, not with anyone but Barry. And as long as Barry is fine with what they're doing, Carson doesn't have to worry about hurting Kurt's or Sebastian's feelings. He just has to enjoy what's happening to him, appreciate the people giving him pleasure, live in the moment and remember that after today, his life with Barry continues on. Maybe they'll see Kurt and Sebastian again, maybe they won't. But that's not the point.
Having fun is the point. And this is fun.
Carson feels Sebastian lift his legs up and apart, and gasps when the man slides inside. Sebastian takes it slow, but Carson's ready … and he's willing. Sebastian feels thinner than Barry, surprisingly, but only by a tiny bit. It's still another difference to tick off the list. He feels a hand on his cock that he's sure is Barry's; another hand on his cheek, fingers playing over his lips that he's sure are Kurt's; but either way it doesn't matter. Sebastian moves in and out of him, there are hands all around, and voices moaning in ecstasy, some even moaning his name. He arches his back the way Kurt had done, and hands creep up his back to support him. A mouth meets his and kisses him hard. The hand on his cock disappears, but then another one returns. The first one was slightly rough, and familiar; the second one softer but more firm; then a third, with less speed but more technique.
Carson likes control. It drives his life. He likes to have his ducks in a row. He likes to know what to expect before he goes anywhere, know where all the emergency exits and the fire extinguishers are, thinks over every conceivable outcome. But he also craves excitement. He's not in control here. He's literally lying back and letting whatever happens happens. And it's exciting. He kisses what comes near his mouth, touches what journeys near his hands, and lets everyone else take care of the rest … including him.
"Yes, Barry," Carson hears Kurt moan. "God, yes … just … just like that … faster, please …"
"You want faster? I'll give you faster," Barry answers seductively. But Carson giggles. He can't let that lie.
"Be careful, Kurt," Carson says, trying to keep his voice from shaking long enough to speak coherently. "Where we come from, Barry's known as the fastest man alive."
Sebastian laughs so hard he crows, but Barry laughs, too.
"Well, I think he's doing just fine," Kurt coos, grabbing Barry's shoulder and tugging him down. Barry pulls Kurt closer by his bent knees and pounds into him hard, the sound of their bodies slapping together disarming to Carson. Again, more real than he'd prepared himself for. But then Sebastian snaps his hips, trying to keep up, trying to get Carson to the same place as Kurt at the same time, and that sound becomes fairly easy to ignore.
"How's that?" Sebastian asks, biting Carson's bottom lip; kissing his mouth, top and bottom; swiping his tongue inside. "Do you like it hard and fast like Kurt?"
"Yes," Carson says, grabbing at the blanket beneath him. "Yes, please …" He feels a hand take his – Kurt's hand lacing their fingers together, then squeezing as he starts to cum, sharing with Carson this moment between him and Barry.
The second the rocking from Kurt and Barry's side of the bed stops, and the strained sounds of their climax subsides, Kurt's lips are on Carson's, Barry's hand on his cock, and along with Sebastian's pounding, it becomes too much, but not in a bad way. Not in a bad way at all. Carson enjoys the one on one intimacy of him and Barry, the singular focus between two souls. All of this attention overwhelms him. It sends him spiraling, flinging him out of his mind with the multiple, overlapping sensations of tasting, testing, touching – the one man who knows him edging him closer and closer towards completion with two fabulous supporting players giving him a boost.
But it's more than just a hand up. It's like rocket power.
Carson would probably cry out if not for Kurt's mouth on his, kissing him even after Carson's lips go still. He feels full of Sebastian, his rhythmic thrusting hitting all the right spots, but it's Barry's hand that takes Carson all the way. When Carson cums, it's with these wonderful men around him, inside him, moving through him, elevating him, then catching him as he comes down.
It's one of the most fulfilling sexual experiences of his life.
After Carson cums, Kurt backs away. Carson had already been on the fence about this. It took him a while to find his groove. Kurt doesn't want to make things uncomfortable for him when things cool down by encroaching on his personal space. Kurt understands because Carson's like Kurt that way. Kurt loves the intimacy of a truly magical sexual experience, but it takes him a while to open up to someone new. Kurt doesn't think he'd have been half as receptive to Barry if he didn't look like Sebastian.
Sebastian's the last to finish, a few deep thrusts behind Carson, but he was just about done when he heard Kurt cry, and then saw him kiss Carson. Sebastian wanted to last long enough to get Carson to climax. But the things he did to bide – figuring out his baseline tax deductions for the next filing year and trying to spell his full name backwards – worked a little better than he'd anticipated.
When Sebastian stops shuddering, he looks at Barry, curious as to what a wrecked Barry Allen looks like. Barry has scratches running down his chest from Kurt's nails digging in to his skin, and Sebastian can't help being jealous. Carson wasn't much for touching outside of looping his arms around Sebastian's neck when Sebastian bent over to kiss him, but that was kind of nice. There was a certain nostalgic innocence to it, like his more romantic times with Kurt, when the two of them would just hold one another and rock for hours. But Kurt raking his nails down Sebastian's back or his chest are one of Sebastian's favorite things about how powerfully Kurt cums.
Barry catches Sebastian's eye, the glance down his chest, and he smirks in a way that's shockingly Sebastian-like.
"Nice," Sebastian says with an approving nod.
"Thanks." The smirk disappears from Barry's face in a flash, and he becomes shy Barry Allen again. "Uh … not that I'm complaining but … does he always do that?" he asks, running a hand subconsciously down his front.
"Nah," Sebastian says. "Most of the time he draws blood."
"But you love it, don't you?" Kurt locks eyes with his boyfriend as Barry eases away from him, searching Sebastian's face for any sign that what happened between them wasn't okay, that he didn't like it, that he and Kurt are in trouble, possibly over.
"You know it." Sebastian blows Kurt a kiss, and Kurt, only mildly red before, blushes like a June virgin.
Kurt, Sebastian, and Barry chat and joke, trying to keep sexual tension from turning into awkward tension. But in between the comparing and the complimenting, Sebastian begins to notice how quiet Carson is. He looks down at the man he's still buried in to see his eyes solemnly closed. "Carson? Buddy? Are you okay? Talk to us."
Barry notices, too, and while Sebastian untangles his body from Carson's legs and discards their condom, Barry runs to his side of the bed.
"Hey, hey, hey, Carson? Baby? Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Everything's fine." Carson laughs, and, in relief, Barry joins him. "I'm just trying to process."
"So … did you enjoy yourself?"
Carson starts to shake his head, but he laughs louder. "Yeah," he admits, opening his eyes. By then, Sebastian had gone, retreating to the head of the bed where Kurt was climbing underneath the covers. "I did. I didn't want to, not at first, not after watching you and Kurt, but … I did."
"And what did you think, my love?" Sebastian asks Kurt, curling his boyfriend against his body.
"I think …" Kurt glances shyly at Barry, helping Carson beneath the blankets on the opposite side of the bed "… that that was pretty electric."
"I think that's an accurate word for it," Barry admits, pitching his own condom and climbing behind his boyfriend. He tucks the blanket around Carson's body and holds him tight. "What do you think, baby?"
Carson looks over his shoulder at Barry, then across the bed at the two men looking at him with quizzical looks – similar faces, but so damn different. There's only one Kurt and Sebastian, only one Carson and Barry, and that's the way it's going to stay. Carson smiles. "Absolutely."