So, I was gonna leave it as a one shot, but I couldn't resist. I love slutty!kurt.
Sebastian walked down the stairs in a daze. His dick was still throbbing painfully hard in his pants, but it had seemed to have shrunk a bit in the last five minutes he pictured anything un-sexy (dead puppies. dead puppies. dead puppies.) He couldn't even wrap his head around what just happened. Finn's little brother, his little seventeen year old brother, not only turned out to be indescribably sexy, but also horny as fuck it seemed.
How was he, Sebastian fucking Smythe expected to not stick his hand in the cookie jar when it was clearly open, hot and willing. He groaned, coming towards the downstairs.
He heard the soft hum of conversation lofting out of the small dining room; Finn's hearty laugh soaring above the small talk.
Alright, Sebastian breathed in deeply through his nose, calming himself before he pushed himself down the last few stairs.
Carole caught sight of him immediately, the dining room having a perfect view of the stairs, "Oh, Sebastian! We were worried you got lost!"
Sebastian looked to find the Hummel Hudsons all stuffed at a small rectangular table covered in plate after plate of food, way more then the small group of four could ever actually eat. At the head of the table farthest from Sebastian sat Burt, hat still pushed on the back of his head, a laid back grin on his face. To his left were Carole and Finn, sitting elbow to elbow, with those matching smiles that couldn't help but make Sebastian feel like he was part of this family too. It wasn't the three clearly comfortable adults that had Sebastian feeling on edge, however, it was the teenage sitting opposite of Finn and Carole.
Kurt sat smirking sneakily, his head tilted slightly and one single eyebrow raised. Sebastian could still see the glistening remnants of sweat on Kurt's skin, shining under the dim light of the overhead. And fuck if he didn't notice his lips, red and swollen, trapped between his teeth like a goddamn porn star.
"Yeah, and we only have four rooms upstairs, so that got us really worried about you," Finn laughed through a mouthful of food.
Sebastian smiled fondly at his goofy roommate, walking up to sit down at the head of the table, opposite from where Burt sat, cutting up what looking like steak. The only other seat was right next to Kurt, who's face morphed back into one of a curios little brother the second Finn's eyes flickered to him. Fucker.
"Oh wait!" Carole called, holding a hand out to stop his movements, "Honey, don't sit there!"
Sebastian eyed the seat incredulously, "Uh, why?"
"Because," Carole explained, sitting back down and grabbing an empty plate, "the damn thing's been broken for weeks. One of the legs snapped out of nowhere, we were gonna fix it, but never got around to it,"
Sebastian watched as she scooped rice onto the plate and handed it to him with a smile. He grabbed it numbly. If he couldn't sit here, then that meant...
"You can just sit next to Kurt, kid," Burt said, cutting up the food on his plate before glancing back at Kurt.
Kurt smiled innocently, "Of course, Dad," then, turning back towards Sebastian he watched as Kurt rubbed the seat next to him slowly, "C'mon, you can sit next to me."
Fucking hell.
Sebastian forced a smile, "Yeah," he put the plate down next to Kurt, trying to ignore the hungry look he was receiving, "Yeah, alright. Thank you guys,"
"No need to thank us, sweetie," Carole smiled, "I mean, it'd be stupid of us to invite you over an then not feed you!"
Sebastian pushed out a laugh at that, eyeing Kurt one more time before finally settling down in the seat.
The conversation launched again as if it was never interrupted and Sebastian just stared at his plate. He picked up his fork and slowly moved the rice in a circle around his plate before he scooped some up and brought it to his mouth. Chewing his food slowly, Sebastian tried to calm his nerves from sitting in such close proximity to a boy who not but fifteen minutes ago was whispering filth into his ear. Kurt, he observed from the corner of his eye, seemed to be quite the actor in this little family. He had the 'daddy's little boy' act down to the 't' going so far as actually calling him daddy, throwing in some doe-eyed eye lash flutters for good measure. Finn and Carole simply cooed at Kurt, listening intently as he regaled his time at Mercedes' house for a slumber party.
Sebastian scoffed (In his head of course.) Kurt's slumber party seemed a bit too planned and calculated to be an actual event that happened. If popcorn and musicals, facials and doing each others nails while a movie played in the back round wasn't enough, having a set of matching pajamas sent it way over the top. However, the Hummel Hudsons were wrapped around Kurt's little finger tighter than his black skinny jeans.
Sebastian didn't know what was worse, the fact that Kurt could act so goddamn sweet and nice at the drop of a hat, or that the entire family was so blinded by it, they couldn't see the actual truth right in front of their faces. If Sebastian could tell in ten minutes of hearing about Kurt that he was a grade A whore, then a whole family could most definitely tell after living with him. But the family was clueless, laughing along to every bullshit lie that came spewing out of that cock-sucking mouth.
"Sebastian?"
Sebastian blinked, looking up to see Burt raising a hand towards him.
Kurt's eyes flickered towards him, his tongue poking out to lick his lips slowly and deliberately. "Yes sir?" Sebastian ground out, looking anywhere bu the teasing boy in front of him.
"Hey, it's Burt, none of that 'sir' business," he waved dismissively , "give me your plate, let's get you some real food in you."
Sebastian smiled, picking up his plate and passing it to Burt. He watched as Burt picked up a piece of meat with a fork before putting it one Sebastian's plate and passing it over.
"This is some good stuff, trust me, you'll like it," he said as Sebastian took his plate back. He picked up his fork and knife, and started cutting up his food.
"Yeah, Kurt makes the best steak," Finn nodded with a mouthful.
What.
Sebastian's hand slipped, the knife scraping across the plate with screech. He looked up, almost manically, at the three looks of confusion, and in Kurt's case, self satisfaction.
"Shit- I mean, um sorry," Sebastian mumbled, gripping his utensils a little tighter. He cleared his throat, "So, you made this, Kurt?"
He turned his full attention to Kurt, who to his surprise wore an expression of soft contentment, "Yep! I've always been an alright cook,"
"Aw, he's being modest, he's like a professional chef," Finn grinned at Kurt who ducked his head. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, little 'Kurt' really did have everyone at this table thinking he was the perfect little angel.
"Yeah, he won't even let me make pancakes without pushing me out of the kitchen halfway through," Burt chuckled.
"You don't know what you're doing! Excuse me for wanting to keep our house standing!"
Sebastian nodded as the family parred back and forth a few more times before swallowing his food and asking, "Wait, Carole? I thought you were cooking when we came in?"
"I was, just the rice and veggies, though," Carole replied. "Kurt always does the steak, he always cooks it perfect. Medium rare with pepper and garlic,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah, and if you can believe it, I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian last year," Kurt started, meeting Sebastian's eyes with the same dark, hot look from up in his room, "but then I realized I love meat too much,"
jesus fucking christ.
Sebastian dropped the fork in his hand abruptly, letting it clank loudly. He eyed Kurt shocked as the teen bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry," he muttered quickly to the family, adverting his eyes from the questioning looks he was getting.
The conversation picked back up after a moment of quiet and Sebastian thanked whatever deity that was watching over him. He'd rather have Burt, Finn and Carole talking about the Buckeyes' fantastic defense this year than have Kurt continue to smirk at him. It was, however, short lived.
Sebastian felt something on his knee, and he looked down to find Kurt's hand rubbing slowly across his leg.
Jerking his head up to look at Finn and Burt quickly, he made sure they weren't paying attention, before whipping back around to face Kurt, who was eating his dinner with one hand, faking interest in the conversation.
Sebastian shoved his hand away roughly before he whispered furiously, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Kurt chewed purposely slow, his eyes never leaving the family across from him, "What are you talking about?"
"I- you- You fucking know what I'm talking about!"
"Oh Sebastian, lower your voice," he smiled, his hand dipping down to rub up his thigh, not even turning to look at him.
Sebastian bristled, trying to discreetly push away Kurt's hand to no avail. He couldn't push Kurt's hand away without drawing too much attention to himself. Finn would be sure to see it as him taking advantage of his pure, innocent little Kurt. He was fucked.
Kurt trailed one of his slender fingers up Sebastian's thigh slowly, drawing circles up and down his leg. Sebastian shifted in his seat, trying desperately to stop from getting hard, and jesus fuck if he was getting hard from these kinds of touches-
Sebastian bit his tongue, closing his eyes and taking a calming breath as Kurt trailed his hand dangerously high on his leg. He shakily picked up his fork bringing it to his mouth and chewing nervously. He saw Kurt lick his lips again, slower this time, as if trying to get food off them. Sebastian could see right through it, it was a classic slut move, make your lips swollen and moist, as well as showing off the tongue. And dammit if the move didn't work like a fucking charm.
Kurt dragged a finger across Sebastian's crotch then, slowly over his almost-there cock. Sebastian jerked in his seat, stifling a moan.
Kurt ran his hand up close to the hem of his pants before driving the heel of his hand into Sebastian's clothed dick without warning. He pressed down with force, dragging from the base all the way to the head. Sebastian barked out a rough cough, choking on the food in his mouth. Finn, Burt, and Carole looked up at him suddenly as he gripped the table, trying to dislodge the food from his throat.
"Oh god!" Kurt cried, feigning surprise. He turned in his chair to face him, the heel of his hand still working furiously at his cock as he brought his free hand to Sebastian's arm, "Are you alright?"
"I- uh yes. F-fine!" he jerked violently as Kurt stroked down the length of his jean-clad penis. Kurt smirked smoothly, offering a quick wink before he brought his hand up to the button of Sebastian's pants. "Just- just a stomach ache,"
"Really? Oh do you want to take something for it?" Carole asked, concerned.
Sebastian shook his head violently, forcing himself to stay calm as Kurt popped the button of his jeans open and slithered his hand down. He smiled innocently as he toyed with the top of his boxers for a moment before lifting them slowly and teasingly.
And yup, Sebastian was definitely hard now. His erection pushed painfully against his pants, rubbing against the coarse material.
"N-no, I'm good," Sebastian choked out. Kurt's finger tips dipped down just below his boxers and pressed onto the patch of skin above his straining dick.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked harmlessly, blinking his large blue eyes, "We could get you something to help your stomach. It'll be hard to help you later on an empty stomach," He pushed his hand down deeper into Sebastian's boxers, grazing over the hair until he reached the base of his cock.
Okay, Sebastian thought bitterly, that was the most fucking obviously placed innuendo, how could this family not know? But, no, they all sat dumbly, barely even batting an eye at what Kurt said, instead watching Sebastian carefully.
"Yeah man, you sure?" Finn asked, helping himself to another scoop of rice.
"Yes, very sure," Sebastian said tightly. He contemplated whether to just wrench Kurt's hand away roughly and yell, but with the way this family was totally blinded by Kurt's act he doubted they would believe Kurt was touching him. Finn, who had already heard Sebastian admit his little brother was fuckable (well, not in so many words,) would read it as him taking advantage of sweet, pure Kurt.
The conversation started back up again between all of them as they turned back to their food, even Kurt who currently was stroking the base of Sebastian's penis slowly.
He dipped a finger down a little father, Sebastian's manhood twitching violently in his pants. He suppressed a groan, tilting his head back. Pleasure was overtaking his body with the movements, even though he couldn't enjoy it. He just couldn't. Sure, he wasn't reserved in any sense of the word, he'd fucked so many dudes and chicks he'd lost count years ago. He'd have one night stands every night of the week with no recollection of their faces, just how flexible they were, or how tight they were around his dick. This, however, was so much different. Kurt Hummel was not a one night stand. He was a teenage slut he'd have to see every day for four weeks, who also happened to be the little brother of a super over-protective guy.
Finn was his best friend, he loved the dude. He couldn't be doing this with Finn's little brother, who he loved to death, and he most definitely couldn't do it with said best friend sitting across the table.
Kurt, clearly, didn't have the same reservations. He pushed his fingers down with more force, dragging up and down the base of his cock harshly.
He glared at Kurt, the teenage boy who wasn't even facing him as he continued to brush with his thumb roughly. His dick was leaking slightly with pre cum, twitching frantically in his pants. He grabbed at Kurt's wrist, trying to push his hand back.
Yeah, bad decision. Kurt looked over to Sebastian, a dangerous smirk on his face and winked, "You feel so big," he whispered hotly, "I can't for you to fuck me until I can't walk straight." pushing his hand back into Sebastian's pants, wrapping his hand completely around his cock. "Until I can still feel you deep inside me with every step," Kurt purred, stroking Sebastian's length and swiping his thumb across the head.
"Oh God!" Sebastian shouted, scrambling out of his seat so fast it fell back with a loud 'thud'. He grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled it down quickly, covering up his painful, bulging problem. He dragged in a rugged breath looking around at the table seeing all of them looking at him incredulously.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked, feigning shock. Sebastian fixed Kurt with a quick glare, watching his lips lift up in a smirk before he poked his tongue out to wet them again. And then like a flash, it was gone and the look of surprise was back on his face along with the rest of his family.
"I-" he gulped, looking up to Finn, who was fixing his a confused look, "Um, yeah, yeah I'm fine. I- I just, could I sit out on dinner for tonight? I know it's rude, you went through all this trouble and- I just don't feel very well-"
"Oh, stop it!" Carole said, getting up from her chair and walking over to Sebastian, concerned, "You look like you're going to be sick,"
Shitshitshit, Sebastian's eyes bugged out of his head as the older women walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, his knuckles going white as he clutched the bottom of his hoodie. He pulled it down even more over his erection, trying to make it look as though he was holding his stomach.
"Yeah, kid, you look like hell," Burt added, eyeing his curiously.
In any right state of mind Sebastian might have been slightly offended by the comment, possibly even insulting his disgusting pair of grease-covered overalls before he could stop himself. Painful boner-hiding Sebastian, though, he was in no condition to speak.
Carole rolled her eyes at her husband's bluntness before watching Sebastian again, "Well, you do look ill," she put the back of her hand on his head, "and you do feel a little warm,"
"Yeah Sebastian, you look really hot," Kurt commented, blinking up at him smiling before wiggling his fingers at him quickly.
Fucking bitch.
"He's right, you look sweaty, dude," Finn pointed out.
"Why don't you take off your sweatshirt, sweetie?" Carole said.
"No!" Sebastian yelped, pulling away from Carole quickly before she could hike up shirt and reveal his throbbing cock, "I'm okay, I just- Could I-" he jerked his thumb towards the door leading outside.
Carole gave him an understanding look, "Yes, that's perfectly fine. I just feel so bad, it's your first night here and you've got a bug,"
"It's fine, really," Sebastian ground out inching towards the door.
"Do you want me to come with?" Finn asked. Sebastian smiled fondly at his roommate, willing to give up time with his family, who he hadn't seen in months, to make sure he was okay. And, shit if that didn't make Sebastian feel like an asshole for thinking about bending his little brother over that very dining room table and-
No.
Sebastian shook his head shakily, "It's cool, really. Thank you guys, it was delicious, I've just been feeling bad for a while. I'm gonna get some air, uh, but you guys stay here and enjoy the rest, please," Sebastian excused himself politely, slipping out the back door, but not before hearing Kurt say innocently:
"Oh, what do you think was wrong with him?"
"Unf, oh God, f-fuck," Sebastian groaned, fisting his hand tighter around his dick and jerking harder.
Sebastian had finally given up after a few minutes of wandering around the small neighborhood, dropping to his knees behind a tree in a small park and pulling out his leaking member. He pulled at his cock a few more rough times, closing his eyes tightly as he felt a familiar warmth building up in his lower stomach signalling he was close. But he couldn't get quite there yet.
He pictured this guy he fucked two weeks ago. He spotted him across the dance floor in a club a few minutes away from his dormitory, swiveling his hips and turning to give Sebastian a view of his ass. They ended up fucking in a stall in the bathroom, the guy meeting Sebastian's thrusts with just as much force and groaning lowly in his throat.
He imagined that chick he banged two nights before he left for Lima. She'd come up to him after his Psychology class, striking up a conversation on how it was "so weird they'd never met before, because, like, seriously, this school is not that big." She ended up walking him to his room before he brought her in and screwed her into the mattress.
Sebastian let out a frustrated breath. Nothing was working. He was so close it was becoming painful, but he just couldn't cum. Sebastian snapped his eyes open as a thought popped into his head, but he shook his head at it. No, no. He couldn't do that. He just couldn't. But, he looked at his dick, throbbing and hard as hell.
Hesitantly, he thought of Kurt. Naked Kurt. His penis jerked at the thought, leaking harshly. Sebastian groaned, because, of course. Of course of all his fucking dirty thoughts, the one he couldn't think about gets him a 'standing ovation.' He shook his head, racking his brain for one of his many, many sexual encounters. His mind, though, kept going back to Kurt. Kurt sitting on his bed back at Cornell, wearing only his lacrosse jersey, his legs spread wide and crooking a finger towards himself as an invitation. He saw Kurt back in his room, covered in Broadway posters, dancing in nothing but his fucking combat boots, drenched in sweat and desire. He sees Kurt tied to his bed by his handkerchiefs, stark naked, arching his back with his toes curled, begging and pleading for Sebastian to-
"Holy shit," Sebastian shouted, jerking himself fast as he came hot and heavy. His cock twitched through his orgasm, spurting his seed into his hand.
He came down from his high a few minutes later, breathing heavily and letting his head fall back to rest against the tree he was sitting under. He wiped the cum off his hand on the grass surrounding his before stuffing his limp member back into his pants and zipping up. He scrubbed a hand over his face tiredly, trying to get his mind into check.
He was fucked, plain and simple. He'd just masturbated to the thought of Finn's little brother. There was no way he could twist it into something else, or convince himself any different. Sebastian sighed picking himself off the group and shoving his hands into his pockets starting his way back to the house. He'd been gone for about fifteen minutes and didn't want Finn to put out a search part. God forbid Finn actually saw Sebastian with his hand down his pants, dreaming about his brother.
Sebastian made his way to where he remembered the Hummel Hudson home was numbly, the events of the crashing down on him. He'd ground against a seventeen year old in his room, masturbated about said seventeen year old, and, oh yeah- Had gotten a hand job by the seventeen year old under the table during dinner with his family.
Sebastian had always prided himself on being direct, getting to the fucking and doing it fast. Apparently, he wasn't the only one. Kurt Hummel, as it turned out may have had the face of an angel, but the mind of a pervert. He was far more dangerous than any other person Sebastian had faced. He knew what he wanted and he went for it, and it seemed the target had moved to Sebastian. As much as Sebastian would like to be turned on, it was far too risky.
Turning onto the driveway to the house Sebastian turned quickly to go to the back door he left in, wiping away the last of his anxiety before twisting the handle and stepping through. He first spotted the table, abandoned with a few plates and pots. It was empty, clearing the dinner having ended while he was out. Finn, however, was standing by the edge of the table, picking up the used forks and tidying up. He looked up when he heard the door open and smiled.
"Hey, man, how are you doing?"
Sebastian nodded, "Uh, good, thanks. I feel a little better, dinner was just tough,"
"Yeah, sorry about that man," Finn chuckled.
Sebastian's eyes frantically met Finn's. He knew Kurt was fucking with him the whole dinner and didn't do shit. He had actually felt bad about thinking about fucking his little brother, yet this asshole was sitting across the table watching him suffer. "What? You knew?" he hissed.
Finn looked at him questioningly, "Um, yeah? You told everyone, like, twenty minutes ago?"
Sebastian mentally slapped himself. Finn meant him "getting sick" not him getting felt up by Kurt. Shit, he backtracked fast, "Oh yeah, uh, sorry,"
"You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, man, just- I'm really out of it," Sebastian finished lamely, stepping forward to help pick up plates of finished food. "So, where is everyone?"
"Oh, Burt and Carole were going out with some friends tonight, so they're getting ready, and Kurt went to his friend Tina's house for the night. They're gonna watch movies and shit so he might get back in really late," Finn explained, bringing some of the forks to the open dishwasher and putting them in.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. Figured the kid who gave him a handy under the table would go out to get fucked by a stranger later that night.
"It's kind of a bummer, that they're all going out our first night here, I mean. I was kind of looking forward to catching up tonight," Finn said suddenly. Sebastian looked at Finn, suddenly melancholy and quiet, and had to stifle a laugh. He was like a teddy bear sometimes.
"We just got here, dumbass, there's plenty of time for you to find out all about what happened while we were gone," Sebastian laughed, handing Finn plates to put in the dishwasher.
"Wow, I guess someone's feeling better," Finn said sarcastically, a grin washing over his face again.
"Must be this over-bearing atmosphere, or this great hick-town I'm going to be living in over break,"
"Oh, shut up," Finn laughed, "You love it here and you know it." He closed the dishwasher and turned to Sebastian, wiping his hands of the front of his pants. "So, if you're up to it, I think we need to have a Black Ops reunion. I haven't played in months."
Sebastian grinned, "Okay, but just because you're letting me stay doesn't mean I'm showing you mercy,"
"Bring it, Smythe!"
"-the bathroom's that way and if you need anything at all you just come upstairs and ask us. Don't be afraid to ask, honey, okay?" Carole explained hours later as she pulled a blanket out of the cupboard.
After hours of sitting in the living room playing Call of Duty (Destroying Finn, Sebastian thought triumphantly,) Burt and Carole came home. At one o'clock in the morning they were like zombies coming in, tired and beat after a long day of eating and a couple glasses of wine. Ever the hosts, though, Carole perked up, asking how Sebastian felt, and demanding they go to bed soon because they had a long day.
Burt had set up the couch as best he could, flipping the pillows to the firm side, putting a few sheet and pillows on top and handing a blanket to Sebastian. It wasn't ideal, but thinking about his parents, all the way in Italy leaving him for another Christmas alone, he couldn't seem to complain. Burt and Finn had excused themselves to bed a few moments prior, both swaying on their feet with drowsiness, leaving Carole to worry about Sebastian.
Boy, did she worry. She had asked him a thousand times whether he was warm enough with only three blankets. (It was winter after all,) and couldn't stop telling him to fetch them if he had any problems at all.
"I'm fine, thank you," he smiled sitting down on the couch they had set up for him.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, thank you Carole, really. I appreciate you letting me stay here for the break."
Carole smiled leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek, "It's no problem, you're always welcome here. A friend of Finn's is a friend of ours."
Sebastian nodded, not sure how to respond to such open affection.
"I'm off then, goodnight Sebastian," she said quietly as she made her way towards the stairs.
Sebastian gave her a small wave 'goodnight' and turned back to the living room. He wasn't particularly sleepy just yet so he decided to watch some television. Leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table he turned on the TV and put it on a low volume. He flipped idly through the channels, not really bothering to see what each was and leaning back to lay on the couch.
He'd only been surfing the channel for about ten minutes before the door creaked open. He sat up immediately, muting the TV and glancing at the clock. 1:47 am. Who the fuck was going into their house that late. Sebastian narrowed his eyes in the dark, the only light being emanated from the television. A body tip-toed into the house quietly and it only took a few seconds for him to identify who the body was. Kurt.
Kurt was trashed. He was swaying slightly, and had a small limp in his step. His hair was wild on his head, still styled, but obviously messed with. Some parts stood up to the side, others falling flat around the side of his head, framing his ears. His white shirt had been unbuttoned, then buttoned again hastily, wrinkled and matched up with the wrong buttons, leaving gaps in between and revealing bits of Kurt's smooth skin. The belt of his pants had been opened, hanging limply from the loops and bobbing with each step. The red handkerchief that had been tied around Kurt's neck earlier that night was removed and replaced on his arm, showing the vast canvas of his white neck, marred in bite after bite; hickey after hickey.
And he'd be lying if it wasn't one of the sexiest fucking things he had ever seen in his life.
Sebastian watched as Kurt turned and closed the front door as quietly as he could, giggling softly as he heard the faint 'click.' He turned back around and continued to tip-toe from the front door into the living room.
He didn't notice Sebastian at first, instead jumping slightly in surprise at the TV being on in the living room. From where Sebastian sat he could smell fruity cocktails and whipped cream vodka wafting off Kurt, his eyes red and mouth swollen. He watched as Kurt eyed the TV before turning to look at the stairs and then back to the couch. His eyes settled on Sebastian's form, clad in only a white under shirt and a long pair of Adidas shorts. His eyes darkened, a smile crossing his face as he crossed the room to sit on the coffee table.
Sebastian scooted back farther on the couch, away from the teenage mess. Who he was alone with. Near a couch. While one of them was drunk. And the other was getting weirdly turned on again. He really wished he hadn't muted the fucking TV.
"Hey," Kurt drawled, crossing his legs, "I didn't know you'd be here,"
"I'm staying here all break, get used to it," Sebastian said carefully, watching Kurt drum his delicate fingers on his knee. The same fingers that he used to give him a hand job.
"Mmm, I think I could," Kurt said seductively.
Sebastian nodded, not trusting himself to do anything appropriate. Because fucking Kurt on the coffee table Burt puts his feet up at to watch a game seemed really damn wrong.
"Can I suck your dick?"
Sebastian snapped his head up. Oh dear God. He was watching him with half lidded eyes, an innocent smile on his face, as though he asked about the weather.
"Well?" Kurt pushed, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands.
"Wh- What the fuck. No!"
"Why not?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to the side and blinking up at Sebastian.
Sebastian ran a hand over her temples, "Because you're- you're fucking seventeen!"
"You're twenty two, that's only five years." Kurt pointed out.
"I- You're my best friend's little brother!" Sebastian ground out, pushing his hand from his temples to his hair.
"Yes, and?"
"And I would like to keep my fucking nads, thank you,"
"Finn's a big sweetheart, he'd never do that," Kurt giggled happily, pursing his bottom lip out just so. Sebastian narrowed his eyes. This kid was playing dirty.
"He would if he saw you between my fucking legs. Shit- He thinks you're a virgin!" Sebastian whispered furiously, leaning in.
"I won't tell him if you won't." Kurt whispered back, reaching his hand out to run over Sebastian's thigh.
Sebastian hopped off the couch as if he'd been burned by Kurt's touch, "No, fuck no! We are not doing that shit again."
"Why? You like it," Kurt said.
"No, I don't," Sebastian shot back.
Kurt giggled again, looking up at him with amused eyes.
"What?"
"You had a boner before and you're saying you don't like it," he whispered through giggles, like he was letting Sebastian in on a good secret. Suddenly he looked up, "It's okay that you liked it, I liked feeling you in my hand. I want you in my mouth."
Sebastian bit back a moan at his words, his cock giving a jerk in interest. He looked back at the teen and shook his head.
"I just- I'm not doing this to Finn, fuck I can't."
Kurt looked up at him from where he sat on the coffee table, "So, I can't give you head?"
"Oh my fucking- No!" Sebastian groaned, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. He looked down at Kurt, swaying on the coffee table, eyes red, his answers simple, nothing compared to the dirty things he whispered in his ear earlier that day. He became aware again in that second that Kurt was out of his mind smashed.
He sighed, trying to gather his bearings, "Kurt, just go to bed."
Kurt watched him for a few more seconds before he smiled, "Okay," he hiccuped as he stood from the table, "I'm real' tired,"
"That's good, then go to bed," Sebastian replied in a clipped tone, trying to ignore the way Kurt's shirt rode up when he stretched his arms above his head.
Kurt turned away from Sebastian, swaying dangerously before he caught himself and headed towards the stairs. He got up the first one before he turned to Sebastian again, one hail gripping the railing, "Nighty night, Sebastian. Sweet dreams!" With that he shakily made his way up the stairs, presumably to his room.
Or the toilet.
A/N: Okay so, I really liked this as a one shot, but I kept rereading it and I just couldn't leave it there. So this is now a multi-chapter fic. I have no idea how long it's gonna be, so I'm kind of just going with the flow atm. 'Till next time!