A/N: Again, I'm so sorry for the late update of this story! I've had a bad case of writer's block regarding this story and I'm trying to break through it and exams have kind of taken over my life right now. So I do hope this is alright, I know it's not that long, but it's a new chapter, eh? x Thanks for being patient!
Chapter 10:
"Plan In Motion"
Sebastian spent the whole night brainstorming ideas on how to make the teenage sex-god his. He hadn't worked this hard for someone in... Well, ever. He always got what - more specifically, who - he wanted and when he wanted. The majority of times, he had them literally begging. Kurt was a challenge though, and it turned Sebastian on strangely. It was different. Exciting. He wanted that boy now and he was sure as hell going to make the teen willingly jump into bed with him as soon as possible. His brain held the tradition of shutting down every time he started heading down a trail of thoughts, making his ideas pretty basic and lame, but he didn't care. As long as they worked, that's all that mattered. He settled on one idea in particular. He remembered learning about this plant dye thing in an art class when they were learning about India and its culture - Henna, he recalled. He remembered the teacher rambling about how it was a temporary tattoo gel type thing that lasted about two to three weeks. 'Just enough time for me to work my magic on that sweet piece of ass,' he thought to himself, smirking as he pieced together his plan. He reached over to his drawer in the desk which he was sat at currently and opened it. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He brought one of the cigarettes to his lips, lit it and threw the packet and lighter back into the drawer. He leaned back in his chair, taking a puff of the fag and closed the drawer with a satisfied sigh. He glanced over at his alarm clock, it was currently four in the morning. To reward himself for all of that effort and work, he decided to call up a regular guy whom he used to invite over at least once a week for a bit of... fun.
The very next morning at seven, Sebastian woke up next to a tanned boy with black hair which had many blonde highlights. Sebastian was laying on his back, the blankets pooling around his waist, just above his pelvis. The boy was draped over his front, his head on Sebastian's toned chest and his arm placed on his chest as well, his hand gripping onto his shoulder. One of the boy's legs was in-between his own, almost interlacing with his right leg.
Since this used to be a weekly event and each time, Sebastian was the one to wake up first, they fell into the routine that Sebastian would wake the boy up and they would have one last fuck or blow job, then the boy would leave. However, today was different. Sebastian was going to get a temporary tattoo this morning from a lady down the street and if he didn't get his ass moving, he'd miss her. He needed that tattoo for school later to see Kurt and begin his plan.
Sebastian carefully removed each of the boy's limbs that were making contact with his own and got out of bed. He stretched and moaned quietly as a few of his body parts clicked. He shook it off slightly and ran to the shower.
After he got out, he realised that the boy was still sleeping in his bed so he just got dressed as quickly as possible and left the boy there. He did secretly want one of his parents to come snooping around and find the naked man there just to piss them off, but he wasn't a lovey type to give sweet morning after kisses or speeches, he just wanted him for the sex. Just like everyone else. Just like Kurt.
The tattoo thing went really smoothly. He glanced down at his left wrist: Kurt. Then over at his right: Hummel.
He hoped that the fake inking wouldn't clash with the random marks and scars that stained his wrists after his self harming incident, trying to remove the original name that lay there many years ago. It didn't need to look perfect, he only needed it to look legit for a little while. If he was lucky, he'd only have to present the tattoo once: the first time. It would be fresh and perfect then, easily going to fool the sexy, glasz eyed boy he had been wanting to rip the pants off of.
He walked onto the school grounds to notice it was as abandoned as an old Western ghost town. He took his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. He was late to first period. Unsurprisingly, he couldn't care less. He noticed on the screen he had three unopened texts from the boy he had ditched this morning.
"where did u go? x"
"r u ok? did u not like it or sumthin? x"
"fine b like that. call me l8er or watever. x"
Sebastian chuckled at the messages. He loved how even though he gave his hook ups the time of their lives, then acted completely cold to them after, they still wanted to please him or want more. He truly was a God in the field of sex.
He stumbled through the halls to find his class. As soon as break time rolls around, he was going to look for that sex kitten and setting plan "Get-Into-Those-Illegally-Tight-Pants-Of-Sexy-As-Fuck-Kurt" into full blare.
A/N: So, that was my sad excuse of a chapter. Hope you though it was... tolerable... Thanks for reading. Please do review, I love to hear what you guys think!