Chapter 6: A Feint Retreat

Kurt gave Sebastian a sideways glance. The guy who maliciously gloated over stealing his boyfriend now suddenly cared about his feelings? No, Sebastian was trying to play him, no question. Of course he was – everyone thought Kurt was so naïve and trusting. And, okay, maybe he was a few years ago. But he'd been through a lot of crap in the past two years, particularly last year, and it had definitely made him cautious. It was a shame Sebastian was a total douche, because Kurt could have really used a sympathetic ear right now.

Even Blaine didn't understand the depth of Kurt's fear of being trapped and violated. If he had, then maybe he wouldn't have gotten all handsy in the back of Kurt's car after they left Scandals that night. Blaine had probably forgotten about the whole incident by now. But Kurt felt he had every right to think about it. After all, it was the third time in two years that a guy had forced himself on him in one sexual way or another. He thought about how oblivious Blaine had been to his protests, how Blaine had ignored the steady stream of "no's" and Kurt's pointed plea to "Stop it!" Blaine clearly had not intended to stop, despite Kurt's obvious reluctance. And Kurt hated to admit it, but there was no way around the fact that if he had been under Blaine in the car, instead of on top of him, Kurt very well might not have been able to get away. Just like he hadn't been able to get out from under Sebastian a moment ago. Just like he hadn't been able to get away from Karofsky's unwanted touches the year before.

It was a conversation he'd had many times with himself. No, these incidents were not all the same. Blaine was his 'out and proud' boyfriend, not a closeted bullying jock. And Blaine wasn't trying to scare Kurt or hurt him. Blaine meant for them both to enjoy the experience. Yes, Kurt had the height advantage and was at least as strong as Blaine, so if it came to a real fight he could have held his own. And Blaine apologized afterward, even though Blaine's "I was drunk" excuse was not reassuring in the least, because why the hell did he let himself get drunk again? Wasn't that time at Rachel's party bad enough? Plus, Kurt noticed how Blaine had specifically not vowed never to drink again, which meant now Kurt gets to worry about what Blaine will do the next time. Nevertheless, Kurt genuinely forgave him. That's what you do when you love someone, faults and all, because they love your imperfect self just as deeply. He forgave. He just didn't forget.

But Kurt wasn't about to share any of this, bare his soul, so to speak, with his mortal enemy. Bad enough he had to bare everything else. All Sebastian needed to know was what Kurt said next:

"I don't bottom."

Sebastian shot Kurt a puzzled, angry look. "Oh, really?" His erection, which had been throbbing with delicious need before when they were making out, now started to wilt in confusion.

Kurt resented Sebastian's sense of entitlement. It was infuriating how everyone assumed Kurt would bottom just because he... embraced his feminine side more than most men. Still, he felt a very tiny, annoying pinprick of guilt. He realized he'd said "you'll get to fuck me" in the coffee shop. But at the time he meant it in the general sense of "you'll get to have sex with me," not to indicate positions in bed.

Now he realized the misimpression he'd created. "Maybe I should have made that clear earlier."

"Yeah, well now we have a problem," Sebastian said defiantly. "I don't bottom, either."

Kurt frowned. "But surely you must have –"

"No."

"Um, I don't mean to get personal," even though I'm practically naked and only 5 minutes ago I was teasing your anus, "but when did you start having sex?"

Sebastian played it cool. "When I was 14." He was obviously proud of this answer.

"And you never –?"

"Never."

Kurt thought about this for a minute. They were at another impasse. If he walked out now, he'd have cheated on Blaine for nothing. That was simply unacceptable. He needed the experience, had to develop technique, otherwise he'd lose Blaine. And not just lose him, but lose him to Sebastian! But Kurt wasn't willing to compromise, why the hell should he? Sebastian was the sex-pot, he was the guy whose life revolved around making passes at other men's boyfriends and getting off. If he wanted Kurt badly enough, he'd have to cave.

Which meant Kurt would have to...seduce him. Somehow.

Kurt didn't know if he could do that. Images of baby penguins flashed through his mind. He'd been the pursuer, yes, with Finn and then (very briefly) with Sam and finally with Blaine. But they never responded to Kurt's interest. Well, Finn responded, but not in a good way. And Blaine only came around after Kurt had given up and backed off. Hmm, he hadn't thought about it that way before. Were all those cliches about playing hard-to-get actually true? How did Puck get women? Confidence. Arrogance, really. His unshakable conviction that all women wanted him, that he could have his pick. Not hard-to-get, exactly. More like you'd-be-so-lucky-to-have-me. Well, that approach was worth a try, because it was a little late for hard-to-get.

Kurt leaned over and kissed Sebastian forcefully. He kept going, pushing Sebastian onto his back on the bed and scrambling on top of him. Sebastian grunted in surprise, the sound getting swallowed up by Kurt's mouth over his. "Ugh!" he groaned as Kurt reached between them and rubbed his half-boner to full hardness. Sebastian pulsed into Kurt's hand, while their tongues continued to dance together. The Warbler was relieved. They hadn't settled the top/bottom problem, but at least things seemed to be getting back on track.

Kurt threw everything he had into the kissing. At the same time, he rubbed and pulled firmly on Sebastian's prick. It felt different from Blaine's, larger. He wondered idly whether it would also feel different in his mouth. Kurt was pleased to note how quickly Sebastian had become rock hard again. Not really sure what he was doing but faking confidence for all he was worth, Kurt moved his hand further back, massaging the perineum. This seemed to increase Sebastian's passion – the taller boy started mewling loudly between kisses. As soon as Kurt felt pre-cum leaking from Sebastian's prick, he pulled away.

He pretended to look undecided, and then shook his head dismissively. "Sorry," he said with mock buyer's remorse as he climbed off the bed. "This isn't going to work. I thought you were supposed to be this great gay lover, but I need coaching on how to give, not how to receive, and I guess you're not going to be any help with that." As he spoke, Kurt began to gather up his clothes.

Sebastian sat up quickly, panting hard. What the hell? "You're going? Just like that?" Sebastian didn't know what to make of Kurt. He'd never been with anyone so impossible to read – shy and hesitant one minute, angry and panicked the next, predatory and demanding the minute after that. But one thing was certain, it made for some super unpredictable foreplay, and Sebastian found that intensely alluring.

"Well, I need what I need, and you're not going to compromise, so I don't see a point in staying here any longer," Kurt replied, tucking his shirt into his skinny jeans. Kurt was outwardly calm, but inside he tensed, praying his ruse would work.

Sebastian thought it over as he watched the little bitch-tease dress, watched that pale, trim, smooth body get covered up again. Sebastian had been with many people – boys, girls and men. Some were handsome (handsomer than Kurt or Blaine), some were drop-dead gorgeous, some had bodies so sculpted they'd have made Michelangelo weep. All those partners and he'd never had to compromise with any of them on anything sexual. But he'd also never had a lover he couldn't size up and see through instantly. Until today. And damn if it wasn't hot as fuck!

"Wait!" he called just as Kurt put his hand on the doorknob. "Maybe we can... work something out."

Author's Note: I know, I know - all these twists and turns in the battle between Kurt and Sebastian - it's torture, right? But I hope it's a torture you can enjoy. Reviews, anyone? I'll bake you cranberry marshmallow Rice Krispies squares... :)