Chapter 7: You Drive a Hard Bargain

Kurt stopped with his hand on the door, his back to Sebastian and counted slowly to 10 in his head. He said nothing.

"We could... take turns," Sebastian offered, trying not to sound desperate. God, he wanted this! He was beyond turned on, beyond pride, beyond scheming. He was a gambler who couldn't walk away from the table, a failed dieter who couldn't resist that last chocolate chip cookie, a drowning man grasping at driftwood. "Come on, Kurt. We'll both get what we want."

7 ...8 ...9 ...10

"So you'll bottom?"

Sebastian couldn't decide which he wanted more – to tear his hair out or scratch Kurt's eyes out. "Yes, yes, I'll bottom," he grumbled impatiently. "But I get to fuck you, too. That's non-negotiable."

"No, I absolutely refuse to–"

"Just shut up a minute, will you? Listen, if being under me is the problem, then you can ride me. You'll be on top, in control. If we do it that way will you agree?" Sebastian knew that once again he was being a bastard. Oh, he'd get off just fine. What he didn't tell Kurt was that there was no defying gravity in that position. It was severe, shaft balls deep in ass, and the rider had to angle himself just so to hit the prostate. For a virgin, a guy who had no idea what he was doing, taking Sebastian's substantial cock would probably hurt like hell, at least at first. Well, maybe I'll coach him through it, just so he doesn't end up breaking my dick off.

Kurt stared at the wall while he considered. He had seen two guys use that position in one of the videos. It looked weird, with the top man's dick flopping all over the place as he bounced up and down on the other man's thighs. But there had been a lot of grunting and groaning, too, so it must be pleasurable, right? He'd be able to set the pace, and more importantly, to stop any time he wanted. That sounded kind of okay.

Kurt was just about to open his mouth and say "yes" when another thought struck him. Maybe he could wring one more concession out of his sex-addicted rival?

He looked the evil Warbler in the eye, took a deep breath and asked, voice higher and more hesitant than he would have liked, "Will you… rim me, too?"

In video number 3, one of the guys had tongued the other guy's asshole for a long time. It sounds disgusting to describe, but Kurt thought it was really, really hot. It definitely turned him on more than watching the blow jobs or the drilling, even. He couldn't imagine sticking his tongue up there. But Kurt had a sneaking suspicion that another guy's tongue in his up there would feel amazing. Of course, he and Blaine hadn't done anything like that. God no! Kurt would be much to embarrassed to ask, and he didn't want Blaine to think he was some sort of pervert. But he couldn't care less about the opinion of Mr. Smythe with a 'Y', so this might be his only chance and he should take it.

Sebastian's eyes sparkled like a cat toying with a mouse. "Only if you suck my cock first." Kurt blushed pink but his gaze held steady as he nodded. "In that case, I'd love to rim you, precious," he said sweetly. Kurt frowned, just like Sebastian knew he would. "Well, you told me not to call you 'princess', but you're just too flaming to go without some stereotypical moniker."

Smug predatory jerk! thought Kurt. God, I'm so lucky I met Blaine and not this creep when I went to spy on Dalton. Blaine! Oh god, I'm really going to cheat on him. This is so wrong. But I can't be a penguin or it's only a matter of time before he breaks up with me.

Kurt tried hard to push thoughts of his boyfriend and accompanying feelings of guilt and shame from his mind. But Blaine was normally such a fixture there – front and center most of the day, every day – he wasn't having any success. How ironic, my super sexy boyfriend is cock-blocking me!

So he did the only thing he knew would shut down his brain entirely. He swiftly crossed back to the bed and climbed right on top of Sebastian. The kiss was too rough, too full of saliva and resentment to carry any but the most carnal emotions in it. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue aggressively into Sebastian's mouth as the boy beneath him clawed to pull up Kurt's shirt.

Sebastian didn't have time to realize Kurt was moving towards him. One minute he was at the door, preparing to leave Sebastian behind to masturbate away his need alone in the seedy motel, the next he was …. oooh!

"You're fucking impossible!" Sebastian whispered harshly as Kurt scrambled out of his pants. "You play all-" Kurt began marking his neck "mmm... in..innocent, but... y-you know" Kurt found a particularly sensitive spot on his collar bone "oooh ...exactly w-what you're d-doing, don't – oh, god!" Kurt was kissing him again, hungry and demanding. Sebastian's hands were groping and kneading every part of Kurt they could reach "ugh... fuck! your body... so... smooth... fucking tease...yeah, you're gonna b-blow me..." Kurt slowly tongued and sucked his way down Sebastian's torso, lathing his nipples along the way "the virgin sl... ahh ...slut … shit! …" he helped Kurt pull his boxers down "... drive me crazy...h-hate..." Kurt started gently licking the underside of Sebastian's throbbing cock.

And that's when Sebastian's brain shut down.