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Wow, thank you very much for such an enthusiastic response to the first chapter. This is my first time tackling Kurtbastian so all your comments are greatly encouraging and I hope this second chapter doesn't disappoint.
I'm still new to writing Sebastian's character, so any kind of constructive feedback about my portrayal of him would be appreciated.
Chapter 2
After French came Gym class, or more specifically, Soccer. Sebastian had always been a fierce sportsman. Lacrosse was the sport in which he performed best, after expertly fucking sweet virgin ass of course, but Soccer was definitely another example of his long list of incredible talents. He was easily the best Soccer player at Dalton Academy. Wes and David were eager players and the only two to really challenge Sebastian's abilities on the field, but he always proved victorious in the end. While Blaine loved the sport and had ridiculous amounts of energy, he was incredibly clumsy and nearly always ended up covered from head to toe in mud from falling over so often; though returning to the locker rooms plastered in mud only ever caused the shorter boy to grin like a Cheshire Cat. As for Jesse, he had all the potential to be a great Soccer player, maybe even better than Sebastian. However, he always refused to participate as actively as he was able since he didn't want to ruin his hair.
"My boys," Sebastian called out as he strode into the locker room, "are you all ready to have your asses kicked out on the field… again?"
"Soccer is a team game, Sebastian," Blaine pointed out from where he was seated on a bench, already changed into his gym clothes, "you can't beat everybody."
"But I'm still better than everybody," Sebastian replied with an arrogant grin that somehow managed to be charming, "not to mention better looking."
"You're hot Seb, but I still think I'm the prettiest Warbler," Jeff spoke up poking his tongue out at Sebastian who simply slapped his ass playfully as he passed by.
"Hey!" Nick complained, glaring at Sebastian for touching the behind of his precious boyfriend.
"Oh don't be envious, Nicky," Sebastian said smoothly, ignoring Nick's whine of 'don't call me Nicky', "I'll give your ass some attention too," he squeezed a generous helping of the boy's ass, making Nick yelp while Jeff only laughed. "While I have your attention," Sebastian announced as everybody was watching him, "I'd like to take this opportune moment to point out that I am also exceptionally well endowed." He allowed himself to smirk at the boys gathered around him in the locker room before shamelessly dropping his pants to reveal his nude ass and eight inch cock.
"Put it away, Smyth, we've all seen it before," Wes ordered.
"True," Sebastian admitted stripping off his school blazer, shirt and tie, "but not all of you have had the pleasure of being fucked in the ass with it… right, Blaine?"
"I'm still not sleeping with you, Seb," Blaine replied.
"I know," Sebastian answered with a disappointed sigh, "and I accept that, truly. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop flirting with you though," he winked before finally pulling on his gym clothes and covering his nude form.
Sebastian was just lacing up his boots when Coach Johnson entered the locker room and blew his whistle to earn their attention. In his loud booming voice, he announced that they had a new student joining their Gym Class before he clapped a hand on the slim shoulder of Kurt Hummel. The boy was already changed out of the regular Dalton uniform and into Gym clothes.
"Oh not that public school imbecile," Sebastian muttered to Jesse.
"Don't worry," Jesse replied, "I am confident that he won't be better at Soccer than you like he was in French."
"There is no way such a gay-faced creature could possibly be better at Soccer than me," Sebastian retorted, "when the ball heads his way he'll probably pull a Cinderella and run away leaving his glass slipper behind… and he's not better at French than me," he added.
"Come on, boys, out to the field!" Coach Johnson called encouragingly clapping his hands together to motivate them all.
In small groups, the boys made their way out to the Soccer field, a number of boys congregating around Kurt, keen to learn more about the new student.
"Ok, have fun boys, and play by the rules," Coach Johnson told them before heading back inside.
"Isn't he supposed to stay with us?" Kurt asked Trent.
"He ought to," Trent admitted, "but he always uses this time to catch up on 'paperwork'," he said making air quotations with his fingers.
"Paperwork?" Kurt enquired not understanding.
"It's just a rumour," David explained, "but most of the students are convinced Old Coach Johnson takes the time to sit in his office and watch porn."
"That's disturbing," Kurt commented as his cheeks turned slightly pink.
"Really disturbing," Jeff agreed, "and do you know what makes it extra gross?" he asked. "He watches lesbian porn, yuck."
"You'll have to forgive my boyfriend," Nick said, "He has a phobia of vaginas."
They reached the muddy field and as always, Wes took control in sorting them all into different teams. So far, he had grouped Blaine with David, Thad and Jeff, while grouping Sebastian with Nick and Trent.
"Kurt," Wes called smiling encouragingly at the porcelain skinned boy, "join this team," he instructed indicating to where Sebastian stood with Nick and Trent.
"I don't think so, princess," Sebastian remarked sending Kurt a dismissive look, "Soccer isn't a girl's game."
"Then get your meerkat face off the field," Kurt retorted swiftly resulting in a chorus of childish 'ooohs' from the other boys.
"Just what are you implying?" Sebastian demanded.
"My apologies," Kurt replied without a trace of sincerity, "I didn't realise you had the brain activity of a Neanderthal preventing you from understanding the simplest of insults. Allow me to explain it in a way you'll understand… You," he pointed at Sebastian, "are girl," he continued dragging the words out slowly, "with me-er-kat face," he pronounced slowly, "get… off… field."
"Ok, new boy, I am going to…" Sebastian began making a step towards Kurt only to be yanked back by Wes, "oh get off me."
"Sebastian, be nice," Blaine implored.
"Fine, fine," Sebastian sighed dramatically before forcing on an overly false smile, "welcome to the team, new boy, delighted to have you. Try not to cry like a girl if the ball hits you."
"Just grow up," Blaine told Sebastian casting him a look of disappointment that made Sebastian roll his eyes though he fell silent. "Just ignore him, Kurt. He acts like a jerk to nearly everybody but underneath it all he's a sweet little meerkat. Hey, are you ok?" He asked concernedly noticing that Kurt seemed to have withdrawn a little.
"I thought this school had an enforced no-bullying policy," Kurt answered quietly.
"It does," Blaine assured him resting a hand on Kurt's shoulder comfortingly. "Sebastian's just…"
"A jerk," Kurt supplied scowling at the boy who was warming up down the other end of the field while Wes continued to make up the teams.
"Well… yes," Blaine admitted, "he'll take teasing too far sometimes, but he isn't a vicious bully. He'd never seriously hurt anyone. You won't be bullied here, I promise you."
"I wasn't bullied," Kurt said quickly, "who said I was bullied?"
"I guessed," Blaine answered gently, "two years ago, I was you. Not literally you, obviously, but I was the new boy transferring from a public school to get away from the bullies. So if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here. I understand what you're going through."
"Thank you," Kurt replied with a shy smile and Blaine beamed back brightly before running across the Soccer pitch to join in the game, tripping over his own feet and landing flat on his ass before the match had even begun.
"Let's see how the princess handles this," Sebastian whispered to Jesse before kicking the ball hard, straight in Kurt's direction. The two boys were part way through an evil laugh when the sound died in their throat as Kurt moved across the field with impeccable footwork and successfully scored a goal. "What?"
"Well look at that," Jesse commented, "he's better than you at French and Soccer." Sebastian glared mutinously. "And rumour is he sings and dances; I bet he's better than you at that too." Still glaring, Sebastian elbowed Jesse in the stomach. "In fact, he's probably just a better version of you entirely," Jesse continued taking great delight in his best friend's indignation. "And if that's true, he must give one hell of a blow-job."
"When did I give you a blow-job?" Sebastian asked.
"Jeff's house party, year and a half ago, in his parents' bedroom," Jesse answered, "there was a power cut so we were in total darkness."
"I remember," Sebastian nodded, "so that was your cock in my mouth? I did wonder. Not much of a mouthful are you?" He teased.
"Fuck… you," Jesse retorted punching him on the shoulder.
"I would," Sebastian sighed winding an arm around the taller teens waist, "but our friendship means far too much to me to risk jeopardising it."
"I know," Jesse smiled draping an arm over Sebastian's shoulders, "I feel the same. Now enough of all this emotional crap before someone overhears and discovers that we're actually human."
"Give me a kiss," Sebastian commanded tilting his head back slightly and Jesse dropped his head down so their lips could meet in the tenderest of pecks.
A chorus of cheers interrupted their little best friend moment and they looked across the field to see that Kurt had scored another spectacular goal.
"Don't say a word," Sebastian hissed before Jesse could offer a disparaging comment on the situation.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Jesse sniggered causing Sebastian to push him away from their hug.
Later on, as the class headed back into the locker rooms to shower and change, a muddy version of Blaine fell in to step with Jesse and Sebastian.
"Isn't Kurt totally awesome?" Blaine asked with a wide smile.
"For that statement alone," Sebastian said, "I no longer wish to sleep with you."
"Lucky escape, Blaine," Jesse commented, "he's a terrible kisser," he teased.
"Well your sperm tastes like an untalented porn star," Sebastian retorted.
"That doesn't even make sense," Blaine laughed. "Hey, we should invite Kurt to sit with us at lunch today. It would give you two the chance to get to know him a little better, and to apologise about your earlier behaviour," he added to Sebastian.
"I'd rather go to dinner with Mrs Lovett and Sweeny Todd than sit in the company of that gay little gay face," Sebastian mumbled.
"Gay little gay face?" Jesse repeated. "Not your best insult."
"Guys, just give Kurt a chance, I think you'll really like him," Blaine said eagerly.
"Too late, I hate him," Sebastian said decisively.
"Well you're going to need to learn to get along," Blaine informed him, "he's auditioning for The Warblers tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh for fuck sake," Sebastian muttered in frustration before coming to a stop in the corridor just before the locker room and pretending to bash his head against the wall.
To Be Continued
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