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Chapter 4

It wasn't a good day for Sebastian. He hadn't been able to catch much sleep during the night. His dreams had been plagued by nightmares ever since he had returned to his dorm-room after an embarrassingly unsuccessful performance in another boy's bedroom. He was completely mortified. After flirting with a student in the year above all through dinner, Sebastian had returned to the older teen's room with deliciously dirty intentions. Ordinarily, Sebastian was an exceptional bed partner, never having any cause for complaints. Yet that night had simply been a disaster. As soon as he and the older teen whose name he hadn't even bothered to learn had stripped off, everything had gone terribly wrong. No matter how much Sebastian tried, he just couldn't get hard. His most loyal companion and most treasured body part, Sebastian Smythe Junior, had stubbornly refused to get hard.

The only positive thing was that the older boy had been equally embarrassed and clearly wasn't about to tell anyone that he had failed to get the school's self-proclaimed slut hard. Appalled and horrified by his unexpected inability to perform, Sebastian had struggled to find sleep, fearing that something was wrong with his anatomy and that he may never be able to fuck again. By the time he managed to fall asleep, it was already six-thirty in the morning. He then ended up sleeping through breakfast and missing the first fifteen minutes of his first lesson.

Tired, sexually frustrated and hungry, Sebastian was certainly in a foul mood. Matters were only made worse when they were given a spontaneous test in French Class. They were given the first half of the class to complete the test before practicing their oral techniques with their partners (and not the kind of oral Sebastian really liked to engage in). Before the class was over, their tests had been marked and returned to them. As he was in such an irritated state, Sebastian's mind hadn't been able to concentrate as well as it usually did. So it was that his test came back informing him that nearly all of his answers were incorrect. Mademoiselle Harte had then had the nerve to suggest that Sebastian take a few lessons from Kurt if he was struggling.

Then at lunch time, Sebastian had queued up hoping to get a piece of chicken breast only to find that there wasn't any left. Sulking, he stormed over to the table Jesse was seated at and grumbled his complaints. Not long after, Blaine came over to join them, bringing Kurt with him. As the two sat down on the opposite side, Sebastian was infuriated to see that Kurt had a lovely looking piece of chicken breast on his plate. He eyed the meat hungrily, his mouth watering and jaw just aching to sink his teeth into it.

"Try to control yourself, Bas," Jesse commented, "you look about ready to pounce on Hummel and have your wicked way with him right here in the dining hall."

Sebastian actually growled at Jesse while Kurt's pale cheeks tinged pink a little and he shifted uncomfortably as he continued to talk to Blaine. Still eyeing up Kurt's chicken breast, Sebastian was vaguely aware of the fact that Kurt and Blaine were having some form of conversation based around cars.

"And what would you know about cars, Kurt Elizabeth?" Sebastian asked. "Mechanics is a discussion topic reserved for real men. Your knowledge of Barbie's Dream Car won't be of any value here."

"Sebastian," Blaine whined out his name and sent the boy a pleading look, silently asking him to be nice, "I'm really sorry," he said to Kurt.

"No need to apologise for the existence of a lesser human being," Kurt said casting Sebastian a look of total disgust, "I highly doubt he has the intellect to keep up with our civilised conversation anyway."

Sebastian was ready to make a scathing retort when Kurt resumed the talk he was having with Blaine about cars and engines. Although Sebastian had always considered himself to know a decent amount about any kind of vehicle, he suddenly felt like he knew nothing at all as Kurt chatted happily to Blaine mentioning tools and car parts that Sebastian was completely clueless about.

"My dad's a mechanic, I've been helping him out in the garage since I was eight," Kurt commented by way of an explanation at the shocked expression Sebastian hadn't been able to hide.

"You know, I've been having a little engine trouble with my car," Jesse said, "I was going to ask Bas to take a look at it but I think the opinion of a mechanic's son will be much more valid."

"Of course," Kurt smiled while Sebastian glared at his friend. "I must say Jesse, you have fabulous hair."

Jesse offered Kurt a true smile (as opposed to a show smile) before returning a compliment to Kurt's own hair, sounding as though he'd been desperate to mention it for a while. The two then fell into an easy conversation about hair products and styles that led on to celebrities, fashion and designers. Blaine joined in from time to time while Sebastian simply glowered at them all and stabbed at his chicken-less meal while Kurt didn't so much as nibble at the delicious looking chicken breast on his own plate.

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"What exactly was that?" Sebastian demanded of Jesse dragging him into the restroom after lunch and pinning him against the wall.

"Bas, babe, if you really want to ravage me you only had to ask," Jesse winked, "but don't mess up my hair," he added.

"You're not supposed to be friendly with Princess Hummel," Sebastian snapped releasing his hold on his friend, "you're supposed to despise his very being and destroy his soul and spirit with scathingly cruel insults."

"Don't be such a drama-queen," Jesse said, "Kurt isn't so bad. In fact, I think there's something rather special about him. He's interesting."

"He is not interesting," Sebastian replied sourly, "he's infuriating. There is nothing special about him whatsoever. He's about as entertaining as watching paint dry, only paint doesn't look so pathetically gay."

"Considering you're a homosexual yourself, you are actually managing to sound somewhat homophobic," Jesse pointed out as he turned to admire his face in the mirror and tend to his carefully styled curls. "Why are you so threatened by Kurt anyway? Yes, he is remarkably gorgeous in his own innocently angelic way and is clearly far more talented than you in almost everything, but why do you insist on hating him so intensely?"

"Gorgeous," Sebastian spluttered, "you think that pale freak is gorgeous? Oh St. James, have you really gone so long without being laid that the bottom of the scrap heap is starting to look attractive?"

"I get laid plenty, believe me, JSJ Junior is more than satisfied," Jesse answered. "Though I'm beginning to worry about you, my friend. You seem incredibly uptight lately. Looks like you could use a great fuck."

"I'm fine," Sebastian insisted through clenched teeth not quite meeting his friend's eye.

"Hey, look at me," Jesse said in a gentler tone, taking a light hold of Sebastian's chin and directing the boy to look at him, "seriously, is everything ok?"

"I don't know," Sebastian admitted with a sigh, "last night, I was totally going to bed that older student and have him screaming my name all night long but…"

"But?" Jesse prompted when Sebastian trailed off.

"I couldn't get it up," Sebastian confessed feeling deeply embarrassed and Jesse was good enough not to laugh even though his mouth twitched a little as though he were tempted to.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure it doesn't mean anything," Jesse comforted, "clearly that guy wasn't attractive enough to fuck. It's his loss. You'll be back to yourself when you find a nice pliant ass that's actually worthy of your big talented dick."

"He was a good-looking guy," Sebastian said, "He was doing everything right. I should have been hard as a rock and ready to pound his ass but I just couldn't do it."

"I'm sure it's nothing," Jesse soothed pulling Sebastian into his arms and rubbing one hand up and down his back before letting it rest on Sebastian's ass. "You just had one bad night, that's all. Everything will be fine."

"But what if it's not?" Sebastian asked. "Sex is my thing, it's what I do. I cannot live without it."

"If necessary there's always Viagra," Jesse said, "but relax, you won't need it. You are a Sex God, Sebastian Smythe," he pressed a kiss to his friend's throat, "a Sex God," he repeated kissing the other side of Sebastian's neck before stealing a kiss from his lips. "Come on, we should get to Warbler practice."

"But Hummel will be there," Sebastian complained.

"Relax, I'd never let him hurt you," Jesse teased squeezing Sebastian's ass gently before steering him out of the bathroom door.

"You're not allowed to tell anybody anything I just said," Sebastian commented as they walked down the corridor.

"My lips are sealed," Jesse assured him leading the way to the choir room then holding the door open for him when they arrived.

Striding inside, Sebastian came to a sudden halt as he caught sight of Kurt Hummel in the middle of the room teaching Blaine and Jeff the moves to Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' routine. All three boys had removed their blazers and ties and Kurt had unbuttoned all but the middle button on his shirt, revealing most of his creamy white chest, flat stomach and showing off a hint of his pink nipples. The school uniform trousers also seemed to be indecently tight on Kurt Hummel's body, clinging to his ass, groin and thighs in a sinful way that most definitely did not make Sebastian lick his lips.

"Your cock seems to be working again," Jesse pointed out noticing the erection that had sprung to life in Sebastian's pants.

"Shit," Sebastian swore pulling Jesse in front of him to hide the bulge, "you'll have to sit on my lap."

"There's no need to be embarrassed," Jesse whispered as he sat on his friend's lap on one of the sofa's, still watching the other three boy's dance, "even a straight boy be desperate to jerk off over that sweet little ass," he said nodding in Kurt's direction.

"I didn't even notice, Hummel," Sebastian lied, convincing himself but not fooling Jesse, "I was admiring Blaine."

"Of course you were," Jesse smiled kissing Sebastian's cheek before wriggling around on his friend's lap until he was sure the other boy had came in his pants.

"Bitch," Sebastian hissed and Jesse just smiled.

To Be Continued

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