Chapter 4: Turning Tables

Turning on the lights was a low priority. Sebastian pushed Kurt up against the dresser and crashed their lips together. A split second later, he was French kissing the countertenor. Sebastian's hands rubbed forcefully down Kurt's back. He pressed their hips together and began to grind. At the same time, he stroked insistently against Kurt's tongue, his own mimicking the swirling movement of his hips.

Kurt felt like he was drowning. His body seemed to be acting on its own – muscles tensing, arms gripping, hands grasping. His skin was boiling and then his cock started to throb, aching for the friction Sebastian's hard-on offered. He couldn't think straight – head to toe Sebastian was everywhere, in him, around him, it was too much. Kurt's eyes snapped open and he turned his head to the side.

"Wait...mmph!" His words got swallowed up when Sebastian took Kurt's face in his hands and forced him back into kissing position. Kurt tried to relax into the kiss, tried to focus on how decadent it felt when the Dalton boy tongued the roof of his mouth and the little jolts of pleasure coming from their groins moving in sync. He might have even moaned involuntarily when Sebastian squeezed his ass just now. But grappling with Sebastian was so … muscular. Like a grudge match tug-of-war. So unlike the gentle ebb and flow of making out with Blaine.

"S-stop... stop!" Kurt gasped, wrenching his mouth off and pushing away from the Warbler.

They stood panting and looking suspiciously at each other for a few moments.

"What?"

"It's just... you're …we're going too fast."

Sebastian understood the concept, but he didn't see why 'going too fast' was a problem. Either this was Kurt playing hard-to-get, or... or...

Or nothing. Little Miss Priss was just playing hard to get. Sebastian stepped forward and shoved hard at Kurt's chest, pushing him into the wall.

"You are such a fucking tease, Kurt! Do you run hot and cold like this with Blaine?"

But Kurt wasn't listening. That shove! Suddenly he was a sophomore at McKinley again, 5'6" and scrawny, being pushed into doors and lockers, pelted with pee balloons, slushied and thrown into dumpsters by jocks who thought he was sooo delicate, just a porcelain doll to be broken and trashed. But he wasn't a china doll– he was Kurt freaking Hummel, Diva Extraordinaire. He was tall and muscular and wielded Sai swords like nobody's business. He sang Barbra and Julie and Judy without shame and being different was the best thing about him. And he was never going to put up with being put down again.

"Don't you fucking dare push me," he shouted, stepping close, fists clenched, jaw tight and glaring venomously.

Sebastian fell back a few paces in the face of Kurt's fury. He'd never been so turned on in his whole life. Kurt's flushed face, his shining eyes, his righteous indignation – so unbelievably scalding hot sexy! How the fuck did I not see any of this before. Blaine who?

Kurt grabbed Sebastian by the arms, forced him back against the cheap motel desk and held him there. Sebastian didn't struggle – he was so curious to see what Kurt would do next. Shit, he was practically ready to blow and they'd barely gotten started!

Kurt stared daggers into his eyes. He thinks he's so superior. Let's see how he likes being intimidated. "Take your clothes off," Kurt growled.

Okay, this was a game Sebastian was familiar with. He quirked an eyebrow. "You'll show me yours if I'll show you mine? That's not very imaginative," he taunted.

"Take your clothes off or I will rip them off you."

Did I just say that? Even though he knew it was impossible, Kurt kind of felt like he was drunk, high on power and control. Dominance. He loved how his voice sounded low and dark just now, loved the idea that he, Kurt Hummel, the hopeless baby penguin, was taking charge here. But was he really prepared to sexually assault someone? No, of course not!

For Sebastian, however, those apparently were the magic words. He shook loose of Kurt's grip and his lips quirked up in a nasty smirk. He leaned forward and gave Kurt a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss while simultaneously slipping off the Dalton jacket and dumping it on the desk. Then, without breaking the kiss, Sebastian began unbuttoning his own shirt and Kurt scrambled to follow his example. The more skin to skin the better, wasn't that so?

When both boys had stripped down to their boxers, Sebastian invaded Kurt's personal space once again. Dipping his hand down to brush Kurt's cock through the fabric, he whispered seductively in Kurt's ear, "Tell me you want me."

"I..." Kurt swallowed hard and closed his eyes. "I want you." And god help him, he genuinely did!

Sebastian was not pleased that Kurt seemed to be submitting. That was no fun! But how to keep the hostile electricity flowing between them? Ah-ha! He dipped his hand under the waistband of Kurt's briefs and took firm hold of his erection. "Say you want me more than Blaine." Silence. "Say it!"

"Fuck you!" The tart, indignant tone was back. Kurt tried to pull away but Sebastian tightened his grip.

"That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

Sebastian pumped Kurt's cock firmly a couple of times and then stopped. Kurt groaned when Sebastian stroked him, and pushed against his hand, trying to force the sensations when Sebastian stopped. But Kurt quickly grew frustrated as Sebastian's hand remained unyielding. Now who's the fucking tease?

Sebastian was fascinated. Something about the countertenor's delicate features and elegant movements made Kurt seem shorter and weaker than he really was, but now Sebastian had the proof in his hand that Kurt was not a small boy, not at all. Sebastian knew he was going to enjoy sucking him off.

"You like that, Kurt? You want more?" Kurt nodded silently into the crook of his neck. "Then say it, say you want me more than Blaine. Say it and I'll blow you so hard your legs will collapse. I'll even swallow, just for you." Sebastian moved to cup Kurt's balls, just for added incentive.

But Kurt was catching on fast. He reached around and began lightly tracing his finger up and down Sebastian's ass crack, and was very pleased with himself when Sebastian started breathing harder. Feeling bolder, Kurt dipped his hand down further and began very, very slightly circling the other boy's hole, barely making contact. Sebastian groaned and began clenching and unclenching his buttocks, swiveling his hips to try to increase the pressure. Now it was Kurt's turn to smirk. Well, well. A few strategically placed light touches, or withholding those touches, is all it takes to gain control. Who knew?