This chapter contains the aftermath of the last chapter. Utterly humiliated Kurt.
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Kurt hears the shouting before the rest of his senses come back into awareness. Suddenly his eyes fly wide open and he freezes, legs practically over his head and spread wide, warm sticky substance dripping uncomfortably from his cheeks and chin to pool on his chest, one hand on his softening cock and the other gripping something thick and rubbery that also seems to be causing the uncomfortable full feeling in his ass.
"Kurt! What is wrong with you! I know you got my text that we were coming back. We had a whole conversation about it! Did you do this on purpose?" shouts Rachel's shrill voice. "You DID, didn't you? You WANTED us to walk in on you?!"
"Oh God," groans Brody, shielding his eyes with one hand and turning his head away. "I can never un-see that."
Rachel lets her eyes rove over Kurt's body with an expression less of horror or shock and more just indignation, waiting for a response.
"Wait – do you mean? – Kurt, did you? –You mean that you KNEW they were coming home?" Adam stammers. Rachel's gaze snaps to Adam, his spent cock still dripping as he stands in the living room over Kurt. Adam quickly ducks down and grabs a handful of clothes from the mixed heap on the floor and thrusts them in front of his lower half.
Kurt looks from one to the other, mouth open and unable to speak. His face burns so hot he knows he must be beet red at least down to his chest. He makes a sudden movement to cover himself, but winces with the pain from the makeshift dildo still in his ass. Burning an even deeper shade of red, Kurt closes his eyes and puts his legs back over his head, then slowly pulls the spatula handle out. He hopes that when he opens his eyes, they all will disappear and this will just be a dream. But when he opens his eyes, he sees all three of them staring at his hole, which is gaping wide and twitching. In one movement, Kurt throws his legs down to the floor and curls up on himself to shield his naked body from view.
"You know, Kurt," Rachel says sternly, "while I fully understand the benefit to all young people, gay or straight, to explore all aspects of our sexuality, I really don't think it's fair for you to drag all of us into your desire to get off to real-life voyeurism."
"I think this might be exhibitionism, actually, Rachel," Brody chimes in, peeking out from between his fingers. "Right, Kurt?"
Finally, Kurt snaps his head up from the ball he has curled into. He has tears in his eyes and he doesn't actually look at any of the them as he says, "Rachel, Brody – can you please just step into the hallway and shut the door for a minute, so I can get back to my room and draw the curtain. And can we please not talk about this right now."
"Okay, Kurt, but we are going to be talking about this," Rachel scolds as she and Brody step into the hallway and slide the door shut.
Kurt sits with his head on his knees for a few seconds, then looks up to see Adam holding out a small bundle of clothes to him. Adam is mostly dressed himself by now – though everything is slightly askew in that way that happens when dressing with no thought other than speed. "I, uh, think the shirt might be ruined. You were a bit enthusiastic about getting it off," Adam explains.
Kurt flushes a deep shade of red again and takes the bundle of clothes from Adam's outstretched hand.
"We really need to talk," says Adam.
"Okay," Kurt sighs. "Why don't you wait for me in my room."
As soon as Adam's back is turned, Kurt pulls himself stiffly up from the floor. He pauses in the kitchen to drop the offending spatula into the garbage, pulls on his boxers and jeans, and crosses back to the garbage to toss in the ruined shirt. Just as he pulls the privacy curtain around his bedroom, he hears Rachel and Brody enter the apartment. He listens to their chatter for a moment with his back to Adam. "Let me grab another shirt, okay?" he says, still not making eye contact.
Kurt's mind is racing. When Rachel and Brody first walked in on them, Kurt felt so heavy and fuzzy, like he was blinking awake from a dream. As the initial shock wore off, he wondered if perhaps Adam had drugged him. He was having a hard time explaining the situation otherwise. But Adam seemed so shocked and hurt about being walked in on, and seemed to find Kurt at fault for this. By the time Kurt is fully dressed again, though, he remembers everything he did that night in great detail. His face burned again thinking about how wanton and shameless he was. He remembers doing all of this, but he really doesn't understand why. Part of him would rather jump out the apartment window than face Adam again. But he's Kurt Hummel. He's fierce and no one pushes him around.
After a few deep breaths, Kurt faces Adam, who is perched on the far edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry Adam. I'm so embarrassed. I really don't ever do things like that and I'm not sure what came over me," Kurt said all in one breath.
"Trust me, I enjoyed most of it. You were incredibly hot," Adam says and Kurt wonders if his skin will have permanent damage from turning deeper and deeper shades of red and purple over sustained periods of time. "I just don't understand why you lied to me and said we would be alone all night. I mean, I'd like to think of myself as a bit open-minded in the bedroom, but some of the things you're into – like having people watch – I just don't think I can handle it."
"Oh God," whispers Kurt, face now hidden behind his hands.
"Look, I really like you. And it's been great getting to know you," Adam continues. "And I would really like to stay friends. I just don't think I'm – uhhh – the one best suited for your, um, well…" he trails off. "I hope you understand."
"Yes. Friends," says Kurt softly. He's taken his hands off his face but still isn't meeting Adam's eyes. "I think that's for the best." Though honestly, Kurt isn't really sure he's going to be able to casually hang out with Adam again. No, he's much more likely to spend the rest of the year avoiding Adam at NYADA.
Kurt looks down at his hands and sees the crusty white substance on them, then frantically scrubs at his face and chin that are still smeared with cum. God, will this humiliation never end? Mortifying images of the past hour flash through his mind rapid fire, and as one of them sinks in, he says, "I didn't wear a condom when I – and I didn't put one on you when we…"
Adam quickly says, "We talked about it, though. It's okay. I normally would use them, but like you said, you and Blaine always used them and you've only been with him. And you said you trusted me – and you were right about that. I've only had a few partners and we were always safe."
"Right. That's right. Okay," Kurt breathes out slowly. The next words come out in a small, high voice, "Please don't tell anyone about this."
Adam barks out a bitter laugh. "Oh that's just rich, Kurt. Out of the two of us, I should be the one making that request." He bites out the next words through gritted teeth, obviously offended and trying to keep himself under control. "Like I said, being walked in on and humiliated is really not my idea of a turn-on. I have no intention of talking about this with anyone. I really hope you'll show me enough respect to return the courtesy."
Adam jumps to his feet and reaches the curtain in two quick strides. He pauses with his hand on the curtain, back still to Kurt, and muttered, "Unbelievable." With that, he sweeps through the curtain and marches through the apartment, the door rattling as he rolls it open, then closed behind him with great force.
Kurt huddles in a fetal position on the bed, staring at the wall. He feels like his skin is crawling with the sticky dried cum. It pulls on the fine hairs on his chest as he breathes, jolting him with little pinpricks of pain. He knows he should take a shower, but Rachel and Brody are in the apartment and he just can't face them again tonight. He has no idea what's wrong with him.
Sebastian soon realizes Kurt won't be putting on any more of a show for him tonight, and focuses on the transition out of his host. Once back in his apartment, Sebastian stretches and relishes the feel of his own joints and muscles. It's a little later than he originally planned, but still plenty of time to hit the clubs and make the most of the number of orgasms he can have in one night when he has the use of two bodies.
Before heading out, he dashes off a quick text.
To Sid: I've reconsidered. I'll keep the six month contract. When are you available for a meeting? I'd like to discuss options for longer visits.