By morning the next day, when Sebastian rolls out of bed, everybody is already up and running about. Apparently his internal clock isn't as good as he originally thought, or this family is seriously fucked up. He likes to think it's the latter. Slowly scrubbing a hand over his eyes he tries to open his eyes despite the incessant sun shinning into his eyes. He can hear the clatter of dishes in the kitchen and the soft murmur of speaking, obviously trying to keep their voices down to let him sleep. Sebastian wasn't one to get all sentimental on shit, hell, he didn't even like to celebrate his own birthday, but the thought of Finn's whole family talking quietly for his sake kind of made him smile.
But only a little bit.
Sitting up slowly, Sebastian stretched his arms out in front of him, grimacing at the cracks erupting from his bones. It'd been far too long since he'd done anything but lay around all day and indulge in fattening food. He'd have to go jogging soon, or something. He stood up silently, eyes sweeping over the somewhat familiar living room and turned towards the kitchen. He could hear hushed voices of Finn and Carole first, though their words unclear. As he walked closer he heard what he thought, and hoped, was Burt's. Maybe if he was lucky Kurt was asleep.
He really had to learn that luck was never on his side.
Stepping onto the raised floor of the kitchen, Sebastian spotted the entire Hummel-Hudson clan milling around the room, all doing various things. Finn was leaning back against the fridge, a piece of bacon being chewed between his teeth. He was talking to Burt, who, already clad in his grease stained overalls, was getting glasses out of a top cupboard. His eyes swept over to Carole next, hands wrapped around a pan and a spatula laughing along with Burt as she flipped a couple pancakes onto a plate.
Lastly, his eyes came to Kurt, of course up and looking good enough to eat. He sat at the empty, set table, his legs covered in tight dark grey pants, clinging to his legs like a wet shirt. He wore a thin sweater hanging off one shoulder colored a deep burgundy, with a black wool scarf looped carelessly around his neck. Kurt hadn't looked up from his lap, and Sebastian had to take another step into the kitchen to see his thumbs gliding quickly over a cell phone.
When Finn noticed Sebastian stepped in, he looked up smiling, "Mornin' dude,"
Sebastian was kind of annoyed that Finn didn't wake him up, he was a guest and it was sort of rude, but then Carole turned with a warm smile on her face. Somehow, he thought it was fine. "Yeah, good morning. Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep in so late,"
"Nonsense," Carole waved her hand walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek, "You've had a long semester, the least we could do was let you catch a few extra hours."
"Oh, well, thank you," Sebastian smiled, lightly bumping his knuckles with Finn in greeting.
Plucking a strip of bacon from Finn, and ignoring his cry of 'Hey!' and turned back to Carole, raising an eyebrow, "Hey wait, not that I'm complaining or anything, but don't you have work this week? I mean, yesterday you were gone by the time I was up and I actually got up at a reasonable time."
Burt chuckled, and Carole turned to him with a warm smile, "Yes, Burt and I have work. Just going in a little late today. We figured we'd have a nice family dinner since we can't hang out much. The last week before break can be pretty hectic," she sighed dramatically, flipping another pancake, "I'm sorry we're so busy as soon as you boys get here,"
She sounded so sincerely sad and disappointed Sebastian felt a pang in his chest as he remembered his own mother, probably laying back with a pair of designer sunglasses perched on her nose, knocking back her third glass of pinot grigio.
"It's no big deal," Finn said offhandedly, snapping Sebastian out of his thoughts. "We can find stuff to do,"
Carole worried her lip between her teeth, not looking entirely convinced, but Burt piped in, "It's only this week. After that it's vacation and we can do all that gushy stuff you do at Christmas,"
Finn smiled, "Yeah, anyway, I wanted to see if Puck's around today or tomorrow. Maybe show Sebastian McKinley or something, we'll figure it out."
Sebastian smiled in agreement, and Carole seemed to accept that, some of her worry disappearing from her features. His eyes flicked to Burt with his handful of glasses. Nodding to him, he asked, "Need some help?" he asked pointing to the handful of glasses in his hands.
"Yeah, thanks kiddo," Burt grunted as he handed over the cups to Sebastian, "I'm just setting the table, so if you could just put those down and I'll grab the plates,"
Sebastian didn't respond, just flashed a charming smile at the couple and went to set the table. He walked about two steps before Kurt came into his view, the dangerous glint back in his eyes and powerful as ever. His lips curled up into a seemingly innocent smile, but Sebastian could tell exactly what it was. It was the little fucker's shit-eating grin, the one that told him he was ready to have one watching Sebastian squirm like ants under a magnifying glass.
"Good morning Sebastian," Kurt practically purred, and okay they were in public how are they not hearing this. He liked his lips slowly; purposefully, bringing his hand up to drum his slender fingers on the table.
"Kurt," Sebastian mumbled, keeping his gaze firmly on the glasses he was setting down and not the teen who was now focusing on making obscene motions with his tongue. He shook his head, weaving his way around the table and Burt with the plates silently. A comfortable silence settled over the kitchen, then, only the sizzling of pancakes and Finn's rhythmic crunch filling the small room.
"Table's set," Burt announced, placing the last plate down. He turned, thanking Sebastian with a quick pat to the shoulder, and sat down at the head of the table with an umph.
Carole bounded over to the table soon after, a plate stacked full of pancakes steaming steadily in her hand. She put in the middle of the table, straightening up and clapping her hands together. "So, we're going to have a nice, sit down breakfast," Carole chirped, ushering Finn to the table and retrieving a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge.
Sebastian sat down in the same seat, grimacing slightly when he caught Kurt's eyes again. He shot him a wink and blew a tiny kiss, flipping a deep chestnut lock out of his eye.
"Thank God, I'm starved," Kurt breathed, smiling around to everyone around the table. Sebastian sucked in breath, narrowing his eyes at Kurt in warning. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to slap the little bitch or take him from behind when he smiled back sickeningly sweet.
"So, when do you guys get off today?" Finn asked, picking a pancake off the plate and dragging it to his.
"I'm gonna close up around seven," Burt replied, taking a pancake and grabbing the butter he sliced off a thick piece.
"Dad!" Kurt cried, reaching across the table to slap down the butter. Snatching the knife out of his hand he deftly sliced a considerably thinner piece, and spread it on Burt's pancake. Sebastian watched the exchange amused; Burt had an exasperated look on his face and it was about fucking time someone else felt the wrath of Kurt other than him.
"Kid, I can't eat pancakes without butter,"
"Yes you can, I have faith. And I let you have butter, I'm not going to let you have the whole stick." Kurt quipped settling back in his seat and cutting up his own food.
"I had a heart attack last year," Burt supplied, seeing the questioning look on Sebastian's face. Sebastian snapped his head up, about to apologize for staring when Burt stopped him, already stuffing a bite into his mouth, "Don't say sorry, it's fine. Kurt's just gone a little crazy with my diet."
"You need to eat healthy!" Kurt huffed, then turning to Sebastian, "I regulate his food intake to keep him healthy and he's just grumpy he's only allowed to have red meat on the weekends."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Kurt, an almost fond smile slipping on his face at the display. He chuckled at the teen, replying with an easy, "Oh, really?"
Sebastian was just about to bring a forkful to his mouth when he realized that that was the first non-sexual encounter he and Kurt had had in his two days of staying there. While Kurt was always near Sebastian he was either making a pass or making some sort of innuendo that his family never got. Never was he the adorably huffy teenage boy he was in front of him. Kurt seemed to sense how Sebastian was almost indulging Kurt of his childishness and ducked his head muttering, "Well, he'll thank me when all his friends are bed ridden and he's going to football games at eighty."
Burt shook his head muttering, but Sebastian thought he could see the beginnings of a smile.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, the comfortable silence coating the room only interrupted by the clink of utensils and a question here or there. After about twenty minutes, Burt rose from his seat with a thank you and a rushed 'see you tonight!' Carole following soon after, kissing all the boys on the cheek and promising to make this up to them at the end of the week.
"So, what do you guys want to do today?" Finn asked, leaning back in his chair, splaying a large hand over his stuffed belly.
Sebastian shrugged, watching as Kurt stood up and started cleaning the plates off the table.
"I don't know about you two, but I am all booked up this week, so unfortunetly you'll have to deal without my presence," Kurt said, stacking the plates and glasses onto one arm. Sebastian held back a breathe of relief at the thought of a week without having to hold himself back from the younger boy.
"What! Dude, you can't!" Finn exclaimed sitting up. Sebastian whipped his head around to glare at Finn.
"If he's busy, he's busy, Finn," Sebastian muttered in a tight voice.
Finn tilted his head, confused. He was about to open his mouth when Kurt's laugh floated over; pure and sweet, "Actually," he replied, walking back to the table and smiling at the two of them, "I think I can cancel something. After all, I haven't seen you in months!"
Finn's immediate grin made Sebastian want to slap it off his face, "Cool! Let's hang out today then!"
"Sorry, today is a definate no. I, regrettably, have unbreakable plans with Santana. If I flake on another sleepover I think she might actually skin me."
"Oh," Finn said, something unrecognizable creeping into his voice. Sebastian's eyebrows scruntched together in confusion. "Okay, and tomorrow Puck's coming over,"
"What?"
"Puck's co-"
"No, I heard you!" Kurt screeched waving his hand. "Finn," he whined, "I don't want Noah to come here. He wears ratty T-shirts and always messes up my hair!"
"Um, well, it's kind of like a compliment, you do spend a lot of time on it so-"
"Yes, I do! So I would prefer if my work does not go to waste every time you invite that caveman over!"
"Alright, alright!" Finn held his hands up, stopping the teen from his rampage, "We'll chill at his place, just don't kill me please!"
"Good!" Kurt smiled, standing up straight and smoothing down his sweater, "Now, I'm going to go get ready and then I'm going to meet up with Santana. I expect you two not to destroy the house in my absense."
With that and a final wave, Kurt all but skipped down the steps, presumebly to his room.
Finn groaned, throwing himself on his bed, an amused Sebastian following with a smirk and settling on the plush lazy boy beside him. "Fuck. I hate Santana. I was hoping to avoid seeing her during the break,"
"Why, what is this 'Santana' like?" Sebastian mused with a laugh. He'd suffered enough at the hands of Kurt, about fucking time someone else did.
"She's just-" he started, turning on the bed to face the ceiling, "She's always making comments about me and shit. They're either evil or sexual and I don't know which I hate more. And she always touches my arms like she wants to make a pass or something and Kurt just sits there and laughs!"
Now you know how I feel.
Sebastian faked surprise. Somehow, he wasn't shocked Kurt's friends were just as eager to give it up as he was.
"I just don't get how Kurt's friends with her, ya'know?"
"People thought it was weird me and you were friends," Sebastian pointed out, taking a yoyo off of Finn's bedside table and playing with the string. Leave it to him to still have a yoyo laying around.
"Yeah, but-" Finn started, turning over to look at Sebastian, "That's different. I mean, back when Kurt was still in middle school he hated her! And I mean hated her. He used to come home and call her Satan!"
"People change," Sebastian added. He didn't really think it was Santana who had gone through the drastic change that pushed the two together but he wasn't going to have Finn kick the shit out of him by telling him that. "She wouldn't be the first human to do so,"
"Santana is far from human, trust me. You might even get to see that if Kurt decides to have her over. God, I hope he doesn't."
"I don't know why, she sounds like a catch," Sebastian drawled sarcastically.
Finn laughed, picking himself off of the bed and stretching his arms above his head. "What do you want to do today?"
"How about a gay bar?"
"No!"
"What, you didn't like it the last time we went to one?" Sebastian laughed, watching the horrified look spread over Finn's face at the memory.
"Nick had his tongue down Jeff's throat te entire night and you told half the bar I liked to be tickled. So no, I didn't."
Sebastian threw his head back in laughter at the memory. Finn still hadn't quite forgiven them for dragging him there.
"Shut up," Finn muttered, though a small smile cracking through his veneer.
"I don't really care what we do, man."
"Hey!" Finn exclaimed after a moment, "Why don't we go see Jeff!"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Because it's been about three days since we last saw him. Plus, isn't he at home?"
"Yeah, and he lives up in Westerville!" Finn grinned, "We could go up to his house and surprise him!"
He smiled at that, "It would be funny to see him at his house. He'll probably be in pj's or making a snowman."
Finn chuckled, "We could make a day out of it! Drive up and go around the town and crap,"
"I've got an empty house full of booze," Sebastian suggested, perking up.
"I like it! Do you have Jeff's address?"
"No, but I'll call Nick, he'll know."
"Okay!" Finn lifted an arm an sniffed, "I'm gonna take a shower first. I smell. After that we can go, we'll take my station wagon!"
Sebastian tried to hide his distaste towards the car, but nodded nonetheless, grabbing his cell phone from his pocket and shooting a quick text to Nick.
"Give me like, thirty minutes and I'll meet you downstairs!" Finn called, already running out of his room and going into his bathroom.
Sebastian pulled himself out of the chair about five minutes after Finn left the room. Padding out of Finn's room he went to go downstairs, hearing the shower burst to life, Finn's voice bouncing off the wall's and floating through the cracks of the door. He quickly made his way downstairs, wondering what he'd do to entertain himself while Finn got ready. He was barely all the way down the steps when a solid body collided with his, long legs wrapping around his waist and a pair of arms locked around his neck.
"Hey, hot stuff," Kurt whispered bringing his head in close, licking his tongue over the curl of his ear.
"What the fuck?" Sebastian exclaimed, pushing Kurt off of himself with some difficulty.
"You were up there awhile, I was worried you didn't want to come say bye," he said innocently, biting his lip and batting his eyes at Sebastian. He bit back a moan at the site. His lips looked delicious.
"Oh, I wonder why I wouldn't want to say goodbye to you," Sebastian said, his voice tight. He looked away from Kurt, because seriously, how was he expected not to touch Kurt when he did this shit to him.
"My thoughts exactly, I thought we were getting along so well!"
Sebastian said nothing, just stood there trying to out wait the younger male.
"So, do you wanna have sex? Because Finn's gonna be twenty minutes at least, and that's plenty of time."
Sebastian sputtered, choking on nothing, whipping around to look at Kurt, smiling up at him like nothing was wrong, "No! Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Don't be so worried, it'll give you worry-lines" Kurt smiled, stepping closer.
"Fuck- Are you- Are you even thinking? Finn will fucking kill me. He will literally rip my dick off of my body, and hang in above the mantel as warning for your future fucks,"
"Finn's like a teddy-bear, he'd probably be ecstatic about the prospect of you being his future brother-in-law," Kurt rolled his eyes, licking his lips obscenely and taking another step forward.
"You clearly have never seen him mad." Sebastian scoffed. He'd only ever seen Finn angry once in his entire three year long period of knowing him. Finn, ever the goofball, had seemed incapable of yelling, let alone fighting. It wasn't until his sophomore year he'd seen Finn use his 'pissed voice' one rarely ever used, but several octaves lower and loud, scaring the kid in his chemistry class that told him what an 'ugly bitch' his current girlfriend was. The unfortunate sucker ended up having a black eye and a bruised shoulder from Finn's sharp left hook.
So yeah, the fear of being beaten to death was just as persistent as the nagging at his conscience, telling him not to do it.
"It's cute how scared you are of Finn," Kurt giggled, bringing a delicate hand up to cover his mouth, pink blooming over his cheeks.
"Fuck you," Sebastian growled, turning around.
"Well, I've been trying to get you to for a while, but you're just so damn anal about it," Kurt pouted, gripping Sebastian's arm and spinning him to face him. "And not in the way I'm hoping for."
Kurt smiled brightly then, looking Sebastian up and down. Sebastian sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand, "Kurt, I don't care what the fuck you say. I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this to Finn, you're his brother, his little brother!"
"C'mon," Kurt purred, slinking over close to Sebastian and running a finger down his arm. "You wouldn't be the first of my brother's friends I've fucked,"
Sebastian was about to swallow a groan of arousal when what Kurt said hit his ears. "Wait- What?"
"Yeah, Noah might have a tragic haircut and an awful fashion sense, but that boy is hung," Kurt smiled slyly, slipping his arms around Sebastian's middle and grinding down ever so lightly.
Sebastian looked at Kurt in shock at hearing this wouldn't be the first time he'd tried to fuck one of Finn's friends, and tried hiding the intense heat coiling below his stomach causing Sebastian Jr. to twitch in interest.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. It only happened a few times when we needed to get off. He was reserved in the beginning too. He only started worrying about my age and Finn after he grew up and could say he was bisexual without shaking. But I think any reservations he had kind of disintegrated when I rode him in the passenger seat when Finn got out to order our food from McDonalds," Kurt sighed, faking nonchalance through his fucking sneaky smile. "Finn didn't notice. Even when Noah got that stupid post-sex face he has."
"Jesus Christ," Sebastian muttered. Blood was rushing south far to fast for his liking, and really, that should not have turned him on as much as it did.
"Noah's been Finn's friend since grade school, it's no problem."
"Yes it is!" Sebastian exclaimed, quieting down to listen for the sound of the shower. When he was sure it was still running, "Look, Kurt. I'm not doing this. Just fucking stop already!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, taking a step back. "You're no fun," he sighed, flipping a piece of hair out of his eyes.
Sebastian eyed Kurt suspicioulsy as he stepped back and looked into the mirror and checked his hair.
"Lucky for you," he said, putting a finishing touch on his hair and grabbing his keys off of the hook on the wall next to the mirror, "I actually have somewhere to be. I just thought I'd see if you'd actually relax enough to let me in your pants."
Sebastian watched closely as Kurt walked past him, grabbing his jacket off the coat rack and turning back to face Sebastian when he turned the knob to the front door, "But don't worry. I'll be back!" He grinned at Sebastian blowing him a kiss and a little wave before walking out the front door and going to his car.
Sebastian and Finn came back home to the house around twelve o'clock that night. After the two hour drive up to Westerville, the two roommates drove around the town for another forty five minutes looking for Jeff's house. Eventually they stumbled upon the right rode, driving up Jeff's street and running up the cobblestone path to their cream colored house.
Jeff's mother ended up answering the door, confusion morphing into excitement when she realized who they were, and showered them in kisses and cooing at how happy she was 'Jeffery' had such kind friends. They ended up staying another hour at Jeff's, politely engaging with his mother and laughing at Jeff's clear embarrassment to the situation.
After leaving they went to Sebastian's monster of a house and cracked open the liquor cabinet. At around seven, when they were thoroughly drunk and not making good decisions (Finn broke three plates in an attempt to find one suitable for eating DiGiorno's pizza. Jeff called Nick to inform him he wanted to get married. Sebastian even regrettably sang along to a few Katy Perry songs to passing neighbors out the window.) they decided to sober up so they could drive home. They'd dropped Jeff off at home and made the long trek home, walking like zombies into the house and falling on the couch with little grace.
Carole had scolded them for a few minutes, but soon everyone in the house was too tired to do anything but sleep, so they'd decided to call it a night and continue the discussion the morning after.
The next morning was uneventful, Carole and Burt only able to stay a minute to say their good mornings before running out the door. However, the promise to get Sebastian set up in the guest room later that evening was shouted out by Burt as he slammed the door shut behind them.
Finn and Sebastian, still grouchy and slightly hungover from their day decided to have cereal and maybe a nap before doing anything.
When Sebastian woke up, he felt significantly better with a few extra hours of sleep. He sighed, rising from the couch and trudging through the house until he pushed open Finn's door. Finn was covering his face with a pillow, snoring loud enough to wake neighbors.
"Wake up, gigantor," Sebastian grabbed the pillow off Finn's face, smacking it on his side.
"Nngh," Finn whined, rolling over.
"Nope, get up. We've slept enough. It's noon."
"Don't wanna," he whined, rubbing his eyes with his fist childishly.
"Too bad," another smack to the face. Finn yelled, sitting up abruptly.
"Fine, fine, I'm up,"
"Good, now what's up for today?"
"Um," Finn said sleepily. Sebastian rolled his eyes, slapping him across the face. "Ow! Geez, I was thinking!"
"Think faster,"
"You're mean, dude," Finn groaned, getting up and stretching. "Um, I dunno,"
Sebastian sighed, picking at the rip in Finn's pillow.
"Oh yeah! I'm meeting with Puck later today!"
Sebastian looked up at the mention of Puck's name. Remembering Kurt's words he swallowed. He felt himself bristle somewhat at the mention of the guy. Here he was working his as off to keep himself from fucking Kurt and this asshole, who Finn's known longer, boned his little brother in a car.
"I think I'm gonna stay back here," Sebastian said, patting Finn on the shoulder and making a turn to leave the room.
"What? Why! You have to meet Puck, he's awesome!"
"Yeah, I'm sure," Sebastian muttered, then looking at Finn, "You haven't seen him in ages man, I'll just get in the way,"
"You won't!"
"Yes I will. I'll be a third wheel on all of your Lima memories," Sebastian said, trying again to leave the room.
"No, I promise! You don't have to stay here,"
Sebastian sighed, sometimes Finn could be too nice. "You and Puck are going to catch up and be stupid, and I'm going to actually attempt to do some of that stupid shit Professor Zupan assigned."
Finn smiled hesitantly, "Are you sure? I could have him come here or something?"
"I'm fine, now go," Sebastian ordered, going to the doorway. Before he left he popped him head in, "And you smell like shit, put on cologne. Not axe, you'll smell like a douchebag."
Finn left the house soon after, with a promise to make it up to Sebastian at around 1:30 in the afternoon. Sebastian meandered around the house first, not sure what he would do. He really didn't want to go ahead and actually do the stupid shit he was assigned, but with no car, and no idea of where anything was in this bumfuck town it looked like all signs were pointing towards that. Sebastian walked into the kitchen after a while, opening the fridge door and eyeing the contents.
Suddenly a loud noise outside of the kitchen caused Sebastian to poke his head out of the fridge and look out the small window, the sound of the gravel driveway being crushed under the wheels of a car. He saw a sleek black car driving into the driveway, shiny and new, the tinted windows blocking his view of the people inside, the sun reflecting almost blindingly off the side.
The car came to a compleate stop, went still for a moment before the driver's side door swung open, a pair of long, smooth legs swinging out the side. A tan, latina girl pushed herself onto her feet, dressed in a tight green skirt falling dangerously short, with stark black hair curling down over her shoulders and resting just on her chest. A pair on black sunglasses rested on her nose, her lips sucking on a straw from a gas station cup of soda.
It was only when she turned to laugh to the person emerging from the passenger side he saw Kurt. He was in the middle of a laugh, coiffed haired head thrown back, exposing his smooth, pale neck. The pair walked closer to the door, both dressed far too good for seventeen year old and Sebastian slammed closed the fridge, trying to leave before the two spotted-
"Damn," a smokey voice from the door said as it flung open forcefully.
Sebastian cursed, turning around to look at the two up close. Kurt looked impossibly gorgeous, leaning against the open door frame with smiled, while the girl, Santana he presumed, up close looked striking, all curves and edges.
"I know, right?" Kurt replied, winking. "I can't keep my hands off him,"
"Oh, this is the friend that's been staying at your house," Santana smirked, eyeing him up and down with a smoldering gaze.
Kurt nodded, following Santana into the house and slinging his jacket onto the rack.
Sebastian eyed the two suspiciously, as Santana circled him like a crow. "Were you just trying to leave just then?" She smiled.
"I think he was," Kurt said back, stepping in closer to Sebastian.
"You can't hide from us anyway. I'm like the latina Sherlock Holmes. And Hummel is my gay partner, I could sniff you out in a second."
Sebastian rolled his eyes, stepping back as Kurt steady stepped closer, "Wow, nice. Solid reference, Vivian Ward."
Kurt laughed at that and Sebastian couldn't help but smile a little.
"Whatever," Santana waved a manicured hand, "Now, I understand my boy Hummel has given you one hell of an offer and you keep turning him down."
Kurt nodded, sticking his bottom lip out in mock sadness.
"And he doesn't just offer that to just anyone,"
"Somehow, I'm doubtful," Sebastian rolled his eyes, ignoring Kurt's small 'hey!'
"You know, there's this whole empty house," Santana started, walking in close too, the two of them backing Sebastian into a wall, "Maybe me and Hummel could show you a good time."
"No." Sebastian said dryly, slapping Kurt's hand off his chest.
"We'll make it worth your while," she said lowly, bringing a finger up his arm, "And I really want some action from Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome."
"Santana," Kurt said suddenly with a smile, "You like girls,"
"Yes," she admitted, shrugging. She turned back to look Sebastian in the eyes, "But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate a good fuck from a hot guy,"
Sebastian breathed in deep through his nose, trying to keep his resolve from snapping compleatly. The two teens had each claimed an arm, Kurt on his left, Santana his right and Sebastian couldn't be expected to push them off, right?
Santana rose up on her toes, throwing a long leg around his, bringing his teeth up to bite Sebastian's ear, while Kurt stood tall on his left, grabbing his own hand to place on his ass, and nosing at his jaw line.
"Sebastian, let go," Kurt whispered.
Sebastian closed his eyes, taking in another ragged breath and thinking. Finn was his best friend. He did this and three years would be flushed down the drain. He could get any twink he wanted. This one was off limits.
"No," he choked out. Clearing his throat he retracted himself from the grip of the two, repeating, "No. No, get the fuck out. I am not doing that,"
Santana raised a brow at him for a second before rolling her eyes. "Good luck Kurt, he may be hot, but don't get your hopes up, he's too 'good'."
Kurt nodded, looking at Sebastian with a smile, "Yeah, somehow I don't think that'll be a problem."
"If you've been working on him this long what do you expect,"
Kurt laughed lightly, grabbing Santana's arm and pulling her towards the door leading to the rest of the house, "I think he'll give in eventually," he said to her, looking straight at Sebastian with a smirk, "And it'll be so worth his while." With another wave and a wink the two left, their footsteps echoing up the stairs. Sebastian groaned, shaking his head.
He was so, so fucked.
Sebastian sat in the room watching the TV for a few hours after he'd bid everyone an early goodnight. After Santana and Kurt had left the house again, he'd decided to walk around the neighborhood for a few hours. He wasn't impressed. Finn returned after some time with a big grin and Sebastian was glad Finn got to see his buddy, even if the dude was a dick. The rest of the family got back a few hours after, Kurt winking a licking his lips whenever the coast was clear, causing Sebastian to readjust himself a few times.
So Sebastian decided after dinner he'd just call it a night. Burt had set up his room earlier that evening quickly, letting Sebastian know he'd no longer have to sleep on the ratty old couch. Burt's words, not his. But for some reason, he just couldn't fall asleep. He was just in one of those moods, he supposed. At around one in the morning he heard the boards near the door of the guest room creak slightly. Raising an eyebrow, he threw back the covers and walked to the door, clad only in his blue boxers and old white socks.
He opened the door, coming to see, unsurprisingly, Kurt standing there smiling up at him. He two was in his pajamas, a crisp white wife-beater clinging to his toned stomach and exposing his broad collarbone. His legs were covered by dark blue shorts, resting just above his knees.
Scrubbing a hand over his face in exasperation, he asked, "What are you doing here Kurt?"
"Oh, nothing," he chirped, ducking under Sebastian's arm on the door frame to walk into the room, "Just thought I'd see how you got settled,"
"I'm fine, now leave," Sebastian snapped, walking back to his bed and sitting back down.
"You sure?" Kurt asked, coming to sit at the foot of the bed facing Sebastian, "You seem so stressed,"
"I wonder how I would be stressed," he said sarcastically, slapping away Kurt's wandering hand, "No! Stop,"
"C'mon, I want to screw you. You're really attractive, take the hint,"
"Trust me, I got it. You aren't exactly the poster boy of subtly."
"I get you want to be a good friend but this is ridiculous. I won't even tell him!" Kurt whined, leaning in close to rub Sebastian's leg.
"I can't- I won't do this to Finn. He fucking loves you. So no, I don't give a shit how beautiful you are. I'm not!" Sebastian whispered furiously, leaning forward to look into Kurt's eyes. Something in those blue orbs changed suddenly, the hot intensity gone replaced with something Sebastian couldn't identify. He stared for what seemed like hours before the fire behind Kurt's eyes came roaring back; only stronger.
Kurt growled in the back of his throat, pushing Sebastian onto his back on the bed with great force. He slid his hands up the blazing skin of Sebastian's chest, rubbing himself down onto Sebastian's dick.
"What th- mmph-" Sebastian was cut off, Kurt surging forward and crashing his lips into Sebastian's powerfully. He swirled his tongue into Sebastian's mouth, smoothing over the back of his teeth. He pulled off slightly to suck his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on the flesh. He pulled back until Sebastian's lip was pulled as far as it could go and let it go with a moan. He ground his hips down once more before dragging his entire body down unbearably slow, only stopping until he was straddling Sebastian's knees, his hands toying with the top of his boxers.
"Kurt," Sebastian breathed, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the teen. He just smiled dangerously, curling his fingers over the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down his thighs roughly.
Sebastian sucked in an exhale, half heartedly telling Kurt to stop. But he knew he was a goner. He knew he wanted this as much as Kurt.
But most of all, he really wanted his fucking dick sucked.
Kurt, to no surprise, didn't listen. He pulled the boxers all the way to his knees and dragged his eyes down Sebastian's naked form, starting from his bare chest, to his defined abs, and finally settling on his cock, tan and bobbing up towards his navel. His eyes darkened with lust, locking on his erect member, absent mindedly licking his lips.
Sebastian realized he was a tad above average in that area when he was about twelve. He'd sit down to watch his stash of porn and see big hulking men with cocks not so much bigger than him own. It wasn't until he'd started screwing two years after that he saw he was quite a bit above average, and that that was kind of fucking awesome.
So, if a hot piece of ass like Kurt looked at him like that every time the pants came off, well, he'd be okay with that.
Kurt stared at his cock for a second, then flickering back to Sebastian's face for a moment he smiled.
And then he with a final lick of his lips, Kurt ducked his head down to lick a long strip on the underside of Sebastian's dick. Sebastian moaned, throwing his head back, feeling Kurt lick along the pulsing vein and swirl his tongue around the thick head. He licked almost kittenishly at the side of his head, giving Sebastian only a fraction of the heat he wanted; needed.
Kurt looked up through his lashes, lapping at the underside of his dick, lips swollen and wet, and Sebastian's cock gave an almost violent twitch in arousal. Kurt closed his eyes, sucking a breath in through his nose before sinking down compleatly on Sebastian's dick, accepting almost half his member into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth in one go.
"Shit!" Sebastian exclaimed. He slapped a hand over his mouth, looking to the door wide-eyed, as if expecting Burt and Finn to come barging through the door to kick his ass.
Kurt giggled over Sebastian's cock, the vibrations sending tendrils of pleasure throughout his dick. He sunk down lower, taking more of his length into his mouth, flattening his tongue to drag down the underside. Sebastian groaned again, loud and clear and squeezed his eyes shut trying to keep himself quiet.
Kurt brought up a small hand up to wrap around the base of his cock, pumping slowly and licking around his dick. Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling, the hot intensity of Kurt's mouth on his over sensitive member, erect and aching to be played with.
Kurt breathed another deep breath through his nose, relaxing his throat. He sunk down on Sebastian slowly, retracting his hand to take in Sebastian's entire cock. He forced himself to take more in when his thick head touched the back of his throat. Sebastian bit his lip hard enough to bleed, barely able to hold back the moans that were demanding to ripple out of him. Kurt stayed like that for a second, before suddenly bobbing his head up and down on his throbbing cock.
Sebastian pressed his hand harder into his mouth trying to stop his groan at Kurt swallowing him whole. Kurt bobbed his head quickly, forcing himself to relax at the large intrusion. Sebastian groaned harshly, his hips jerking into Kurt's wet mouth. He bit into his lip harder when Kurt didn't even gag, simply took him farther down his throat.
Kurt brought his hand to Sebastian's stomach, pressing down lightly, the other coming up to cup his balls. He sped up, his head going up and down on Sebastian's dick, his tongue running along the underside of his member. Sebastian felt a familiar heat coiling inside of him, and he leaned up on his elbow. Kurt was looking up at him through his lashes and he almost came right then and there.
The sight of Kurt, eyes big and lust blown, lips dark and swollen moving up and down his dick was enough to make a moan break it's way out of his mouth. "Close," he grunted, thrusting shallowly. Sweat was forming on his forehead, glistening in the light of the moon shining in through the window.
Kurt internally smiled. He sped up, bobbing furiously on Sebastian's cock, curling his hands around his balls tighter, humming around his length.
Sebastian slapped both hands over his mouth, falling back onto the bed with a thud to stop the yell that threatened to spill out of him. He shot his load hot and fast into Kurt's accepting mouth, moaning through his threaded fingers. Kurt drank happily, his adam's apple working furiously as he made to swallow all of Sebastian's seed.
Kurt pulled off of Sebastian's softening dick slowly, coming off with a 'smack'. Sebastian sucked in another deep breath, coming back up to lean on his elbows. He watched Kurt pull off of his cock, and let out a small breathy giggle. He looked up at Sebastian for a moment, a pink blush dotting his cheeks. He ducked his head slightly and pulled up his boxers; grabbing Sebastian's soft penis and tucking him back into his boxers. Sebastian breathed heavily, eyeing Kurt as he crawled back up Sebastian, hovering over him a second before coming down to press a soft kiss to Sebastian's lips.
One thing Sebastian noticed about the kiss was, as Kurt leaned down, his cock was compleatly soft, a damp patch covering the front of his pajama bottoms. It took him a second to process. Kurt had come. He had just gotten off on sucking his dick. And if that wasn't an ego boost he didn't know what was.
Second, was that this was unlike any other advance Kurt had made on him in the days he had stay there. While every other one was rough, or fierce, or even hungry, that kiss was light. It was sweet and tender; it was a kiss that made Sebastian run out of his fuck's apartment before he got in too deep.
Kurt pulled back, putting one chaste kiss to Sebastian's lips and patting him lightly on the chest. "Thanks," he grinned, rolling off the bed and brushing lint off his top.
"What?" Sebastian asked incredulously, still shocked. He sat up abruptly, "What the fuck was that?"
"Well," Kurt started, looking down at his feet, shuffling. If Sebastian didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous. "I just- No one's called me beautiful before. At least since my mom died. I've always been called hot, or sexy," Kurt paused, continuing quietly, "It's been awhile since someone's been that nice to me."
Sebastian watched wide eyed, not really sure what to say. "And, you're really hot, so that was kind of a deciding factor," Kurt whispered, his smirk falling back onto his face. He waved a little, and then, as quietly as he came in, he left.
...Does anyone even remember this? Sorry for the ridiculously late update, it's summer and there are shirtless boys errywhere and I get distracted. I kind of made it, like, less filler-y to make up for it.