A/N: So, this chapter is the first half of the boys spending Sunday together. Sunday deserved two chapters because of everything that is going to be revealed. As this has come up in many PM's I just want to address that this story is meant to be an romantic hurt/comfort story with a twist. It's also a suspense/mystery story. The story focuses on the two men and their journey towards falling in love with one thing along the way that might threaten it. I also want to add that there isn't anything too deviant going on with regard to Kurt's past, so this has nothing to do with child abuse, incest, or anything else of that nature. Burt Hummel is awesome, and will always be in my eyes, Amen. So, please continue to enjoy this story, and if you have any more questions or concerns, please feel free to let me know :)
Kurt opened his eyes before the rays of dawn made their way through the sheer curtains. He turned in Sebastian's arms, still reeling from the unusual feeling of having a man in his bed again. It felt unexpectedly nice, too. Kurt had spent so much time alone, waking up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. Too many nights he spent reliving memories he had tried so hard to forget. The good and the bad haunted him. Those spirits wouldn't leave him alone.
Sebastian had managed to keep them all away. The bitter and the sweet faded beneath his fingertips and his lips, changing everything for Kurt...making it all something beautiful and new.
Kurt watched Sebastian sleeping peacefully beside him. The first time they met, he had acted so cocky, self-assured, confident. Damn, was he hot. Even though Sebastian definitely wasn't his type, Kurt couldn't deny that something about him made Kurt weak in the knees. Kurt tried to memorize this moment, memorize all the things about Sebastian that he found attractive. Sebastian's hair was a warm brown, almost like smooth milk chocolate, and his eyes could put the greenest leaves of summer to shame. Kurt looked over the gentle slope of his nose and the perfect twist of his mouth, smirking just slightly even in sleep. As rugged as he seemed, with his rippling muscles and his athletic physique, his skin still managed to be impossibly smooth. Kurt couldn't help himself. He longed to touch Sebastian. He dreamed about touching him, about being intimate with him.
Kurt didn't understand what was happening to him. His life had been so well ordered, so safe. There was no room for anything or anyone else. He hadn't even tried to replace his beloved cat.
Now here he was, laying beside this phenomenal guy who wanted him. After last night, Kurt was convinced. Just thinking about it made his head swim and his cock hard. Cumming in the arms of another man was such a lost treasure for Kurt.
Sebastian might never know the gift that he had given him.
Caught up in his quiet fantasizing, Kurt didn't notice the grin that had started to grow on Sebastian's face.
"Kurt?" Sebastian whispered, his voice gruff, but happy. "Are you watching me sleep?"
"Uh...is 'yes' a creepy answer?" Kurt asked.
Sebastian swept Kurt up onto his body, moving him as if he weighed almost nothing, placing him astride his hips as if that's where Kurt belonged - straddling Sebastian's body with his head on his chest.
"Yes," Sebastian chuckled, still not opening his eyes, "but you're in luck, seeing as I seem to have a thing for perfect, gorgeous, creepy guys."
Sebastian opened one tired eyelid, knowing he'd see Kurt blush that enchanting shade of pink that managed to gather in perfect circles on the apples of his cheeks. Sebastian bobbed up off the pillow and pecked Kurt on the nose.
Kurt laughed at the gesture, putting his head on Sebastian's chest and snuggling close.
It didn't escape Kurt that today was the last day of the weekend. Kurt didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want to forget a minute of it.
"You're not going back to sleep, are you?" Sebastian asked with an affectionate laugh.
"Sorry," Kurt said.
Sebastian chewed his lip thoughtfully, peeking through the sheer curtains to see the light outside barely glowing over the horizon. He got an idea.
"How does your foot feel this morning, gorgeous?" Sebastian asked, ducking his head to look at Kurt.
"Um, okay I guess," Kurt answered. "Why?"
Sebastian smiled. He patted Kurt on the ass.
"We're getting up," Sebastian said.
Kurt groaned.
"Really?" he whined as he sat up. "But, the bed is so warm..."
Sebastian grabbed a pair of jeans and an old Dalton Academy t-shirt out of his bag.
Kurt was about to complain some more when Sebastian, already shirtless, stripped off his jeans.
Kurt's throat was suddenly too tight as he saw those muscular thighs and that gorgeous ass on display in nothing but a pair of sinfully tight boxer briefs.
Sebastian caught the look on Kurt's face - his eyes comically wide and staring, his eyebrows almost to his hairline, his lips forming the cutest little 'o' shape.
"See something you like, beautiful?" Sebastian asked. He couldn't help it. Maybe it was a little over used and cliche. Kurt's eyes devoured Sebastian's every move, as if he physically couldn't look away.
It took Kurt a moment to recognize that Sebastian had spoken to him, and just a second later for his entire face to glow red. He looked down at his hands in his lap.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said. "I didn't mean to stare."
Sebastian looked Kurt over, trying so hard to picture the man who had danced with such obvious abandon, grinding against two men at the night club. For some reason, that Kurt had gone.
Sebastian thought he might try getting him back.
Sebastian walked purposefully back over to the bed. He knelt in front of Kurt, trying to catch his gaze. Kurt seemed determined not to look at him.
"Why the bashful eyes, gorgeous?" Sebastian asked. He took Kurt's hands and placed them on his bare knees. "I like it when you look at me."
Kurt peeked an eye up, let it roam over Sebastian's body from where his hands rested on Sebastian's knees, over his tight boxer briefs, along the ridges of his abdomen, up an expanse of flawless skin, along the column of his neck where a small dark mark had blossomed overnight, finally settling on the emerald of his eyes.
Sebastian smiled, moving closer to Kurt, pulling him up to his knees to meet him face to face.
"Can I ask you a question?" Sebastian asked softly, resting his forehead against Kurt's. Kurt nodded.
"Why the change? I mean, pardon my French, but when we first met, you were such a bitch."
Sebastian almost spat out the last word, and Kurt laughed.
"And at the club..." Sebastian growled as he grabbed Kurt's ass in his hands, pulling him close so Kurt could feel the way he turned Sebastian on so easily. "...you were so hot on the dance floor, so carefree."
Sebastian took a moment to suck on Kurt's neck, needing to hear him moan.
He wasn't disappointed.
"Why are you so different now?" he asked, trying not to sound demanding.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said.
Sebastian held Kurt close.
"I'm not looking for an apology," Sebastian said soothingly. "I want to know why. Is it me? Did I do something?"
Kurt shook his head.
"No, it's me," Kurt admitted. "That person I was...it's just a disguise. It keeps..."
Kurt stopped, swallowing hard.
Sebastian nodded.
"It keeps people away," Sebastian finished. "It keeps you from getting hurt, doesn't it?"
Kurt started to fold in on himself a bit.
"I'm not like you, Sebastian," Kurt whispered. "I'm not an alpha gay."
"Is that what you want to be?" Sebastian asked, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's arms.
Kurt paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"No," Kurt said. "I want what I am to be good enough."
Sebastian held Kurt's arms tighter than he intended, but Kurt didn't flinch.
"Who ever told you that you weren't, Kurt?" Sebastian didn't mean to sound exasperated, but he needed to know. He needed to find this mystery asshole and rip his balls off.
Kurt didn't answer, just shook his head.
"Look," Sebastian said, "I have a confession to make..." He looked at Kurt with soft, pleading eyes. "It's ridiculous how much I care about you, seeing as I only met you on Monday, and to tell you the truth, on one of those days, you weren't exactly my favorite person."
Kurt shook his head, biting back a smile.
"But, look at us!" Sebastian kissed Kurt's knuckles. "Look at us here, together, enjoying each other, spending time together. And I don't feel anything but extraordinarily lucky to be right here...with you."
Kurt nodded, straightening his back and looking up to meet Sebastian's eyes.
"Thank you," Kurt said, his voice a little weaker than he had hoped it would sound, but steady and unapologetic.
"So...can we get up now?" Sebastian asked with a goofy smile on his face.
Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
"Yes," Kurt said. "Let's get up. It's only..."
Kurt looked over at the clock on his dresser and groaned.
"5:30!"
"Oh, boo!" Sebastian said, climbing off the bed. "This is when I get to work."
Kurt made a sympathetic noise.
"Poor baby," Kurt said.
Sebastian smirked.
"I bet it must be nice to sleep in," Sebastian teased as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them.
Then he stopped cold.
'Fuck!' he thought.
Kurt made his way to the closet to look for an outfit.
"I bet it is, too," Kurt said, smiling at Sebastian knowingly.
Kurt pulled out a pair of jeans and an Ann Arbor hoodie. He looked at Sebastian sheepishly.
"Um, I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom," Kurt said.
"That's okay." Sebastian pulled on his own Harvard sweatshirt. "I'll wait downstairs."
Sebastian turned and left, making his way down the stairs. He heard Kurt shut the door, the lock clicking behind him.
Sebastian took a moment to inventory the contents of the refrigerator, seeing what was available for breakfast. Sebastian found a couple of Macintosh apples, a wedge of Greek cheese, a box of table crackers, and a quart plastic bottle of milk. He gathered these all together into a reusable cloth shopping bag just as Kurt made his way down the stairs.
Sebastian watched Kurt limp into the living room, eyes still heavy lidded with want of sleep, looking like an overworked college student in his cyan hoodie. He had a boot on his cast so he could walk outside, and looked way more at ease with his sprained ankle than he had in the last two days.
Sebastian couldn't help himself. He walked toward him, dropping the bag on the sofa as he crossed the room quickly, picking Kurt up in his arms and spinning him around, kissing him soundly on the mouth.
Kurt smiled despite himself.
"What was that about?" Kurt asked when Sebastian finally put him down.
"Because you somehow managed to be completely adorable and super hot all at the same time, and I just had to kiss you." Sebastian brazenly grabbed Kurt's ass, laughing when Kurt yelped, and kissed him again, this time backing him slowly towards the wall. When Kurt's back almost touched the wall, Sebastian stopped, realizing with a sudden panic that he was about to trap Kurt.
Sebastian flipped their positions at the last moment, picking Kurt up and spinning them around so that Kurt had Sebastian trapped instead. Kurt pressed against Sebastian, pinning him with his body.
"Ok," Kurt murmured as Sebastian kissed him. "I'm awake."
"That's too bad," Sebastian said, squeezing Kurt's ass as he pressed against him. "Because I'm kind of thinking of taking you back to bed now."
Kurt smacked Sebastian lightly on the arm, and Sebastian laughed, nibbling Kurt's lip in retaliation.
"Let's go before I take you up on that," Kurt said, limping towards the door. Sebastian felt tortured. There was something he wanted to share with him, something he had seen in the early mornings when he drove around in the area nearby, that he thought Kurt might appreciate. On the other hand, there was something he wanted to share with Kurt upstairs in the bedroom, too.
Sebastian grabbed the bag off the sofa. He noticed the blanket from a few days ago and grabbed it, too. Rolling it up and stuffing it into the bag, he stepped out the door. The sky had just begun to light with early morning sun. Sebastian occupied himself by looking over the garden, at the blooming flowers and the ripe tomatoes waiting to be picked, while Kurt set what sounded like an intricate alarm code.
Kurt came up beside Sebastian and looked at the tomatoes.
"My poor neglected babies," Kurt sighed, tutting as he obviously saw something in the flawless looking vegetables that Sebastian didn't notice.
"I've never seen some of these before," Sebastian mentioned, gesturing to a few vines that held tomatoes of unusual colors - some yellow, some pink, and one with a bizarre mixture of red and orange.
"That's because those tomato varieties are endangered."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow and looked at Kurt. Kurt smiled.
"It's true," Kurt said. "About 50 years ago or so they were pretty common, but now...not so much." Kurt reached out and pulled a yellow tomato off the vine. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it delicately, handing it to Sebastian who did the same.
"Try it," Kurt urged. Sebastian popped the tiny yellow orb into his mouth. He bit down. The pert flesh exploded between his teeth; the resulting flavor sweet and unusual.
"That's really good," Sebastian said, putting a hand over his mouth as he attempted to chew and talk at the same time. Kurt snickered.
"Those are called Ryder's Midday Sun."
Kurt pointed as he named each one.
"The pink ones are called Whippersnappers."
Sebastian chuckled at the name.
"And those orange striped ones are an heirloom variety called Tiger Tom. I belong to a club that's trying to save rare vegetables"
Sebastian put a hand on Kurt's shoulder and massaged gently. At this point, it was almost an unconscious gesture to touch him in some way. It felt like something his body needed to have. It craved a connection with Kurt.
Sebastian smiled as he looked at the tomatoes, in their neat rows, obviously so carefully tended regardless of whatever insignificant imperfection Kurt saw.
Kurt seemed to find the tiniest flaws in a lot of things.
Sebastian wondered what Kurt saw when he looked at him.
"That's not all," Kurt said, taking Sebastian's hand and leading him down the walk, through the black iron gate to the front of the house. He directed Sebastian's attention to the garden passed the bars.
"Those over there..." Kurt pointed to a vine growing along the retaining wall, "...are yellow-meated watermelons. They were cultivated by the Tohono O'Odham people of the Southwestern United States and Northern Mexico. And there..." He pointed at a small grouping of plants in a far corner. "...are Chiltepin peppers. They're the only wild native pepper in the country."
Sebastian scanned the garden appreciatively.
"I have quite a few endangered vegetables in my garden," Kurt supplied. "Algonquin squash, Speckled lettuce..." Kurt drifted off as he looked over the bounty of vegetables, some of them on the verge of ripening, some just barely sprouting flowers.
"How do you get them all?" Sebastian asked, watching the soft glimmer in Kurt's eyes as he looked at the plot of land with all of its neatly ordered plants.
"Some of them you can order. But some of them are really exclusive. There aren't a lot of available seeds, and they can only be sent to master gardeners."
Kurt pushed Sebastian a little farther over till he could see part of the way to the back of the house where a small structure stood - a frame made of PVC pipes and covered in a green screen-type fabric.
"That's my greenhouse," Kurt said, a twinge of pride slipping into his voice. "I was gifted just last year with three different varieties of rare bean."
"Okay," Sebastian said incredulously. "I could grow a bean. When I was in the third grade, my whole class had to grow beans...in coffee cans. Mine was the tallest."
Kurt turned to Sebastian, meeting his smug expression as he glanced down at Kurt. Kurt giggled.
"What?" Sebastian stuck out his lower lip, pretending to be hurt.
Kurt shook his head.
"These beans are rare because they don't pollinate the way other plants do. In fact, if you look closely, you can see other flowers in there with them."
Sebastian squinted as he looked closer and noticed pots beside each bean sprout that had an unusual yellow and red flower growing from it.
"Those flowers are pollinators. They attract the bees. All three elements are necessary for the beans to propagate. The society only sent out several hundred seeds, and I got some. I've been on a waiting list for the past two years."
Sebastian furrowed his brow as he thought. He noticed that most of Kurt's life, the parts he talked about, at least, encompassed only the past three years. Three years, when he had moved to this little yellow house, and had locked himself away.
"Do you get to eat the vegetables?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt laughed.
"Yeah," he said, turning to look at Sebastian's warm and open face. "Some of them are really awful." Kurt made a face and Sebastian smiled, moving a hand to Kurt's cheek, running his thumb along the curve of his cheekbone. Kurt leaned in to the heat of Sebastian's palm as it cupped his cheek.
"Mostly, I harvest the seeds, and dry them. Some I keep and replant, but the majority go back to the society. This way these plants can be brought back."
Sebastian watched Kurt as his eyelids fluttered shut, a smile curling the edges of his mouth as he turned his face into Sebastian's hand and kissed his palm.
"Why do you do it?" Sebastian asked softly, leaning in closer to Kurt. "Why all that work to save vegetables? No kid on this planet is going to thank you."
Kurt chuckled nervously.
"One or two might," he said. Sebastian snickered, ghosting his lips over Kurt's, waiting for an answer before he kissed him.
"I don't like the idea of losing things," Kurt explained. "Not when I can do something to save them."
Sebastian hadn't expected that answer.
Kurt made the whole thing sound personal.
Sebastian wondered what Kurt had lost that had turned him into this - a beautiful, tortured soul who put more value in other people's thoughts and feelings than his own, and went on a crusade to save things most people probably cared nothing about.
Sebastian's lips were almost on his. Kurt held his breath.
"Can I kiss you?" Sebastian asked, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's.
"Why are you asking?" Kurt asked with a smirk.
"We're outside," Sebastian asked. "I didn't know if..."
Kurt leaned in, just a hair, and captured Sebastian's lips. Sebastian made a noise of surprise as Kurt's kiss cut him off mid-sentence. Sebastian wrapped an arm around Kurt, pulling him in close.
Sebastian loved kissing Kurt. Every time felt like the first time, and once they started, they didn't seem to want to stop. Each touch of Kurt's lips against Sebastian's started the same way - a delicate, almost questioning press, then more confidence as Sebastian's lips moved against his, and finally a caress of his tongue as he grew bolder.
Sebastian broke their kiss and held Kurt in his arms, hugging him tight against him.
"I love kissing you, Kurt," Sebastian breathed quietly.
Kurt hummed happily, sounding content in Sebastian's embrace.
Sebastian put his nose to the top of Kurt's head and took a deep breath in, capturing the sweet scent of vanilla in his hair. The early morning mist surrounded them, and the still air carried all the sounds of the world waking up to their ears. Birds had just started to sing, and a few crickets chirpped around their feet. Sebastian could hear his own breathing, as well as Kurt's soft pants against his neck. Sebastian smiled at this moment of bliss.
A strange shuffling noise caught Sebastian's attention. He looked up to see a jogger approaching. The man had earbuds in his ears, a wire traveling down to an iPod he had strapped to his upper arm. He was covered head to toe. He wore a knit cap pulled low, and a muffler around his nose and mouth. A windbreaker in a bizarre combination of yellow and orange with matching track pants to match covered his too thin frame. He wore yellow knit gloves on his hands, and bright orange Nike running shoes.
Just looking at the man gave Sebastian a headache.
The man didn't really jog at all; more like shuffled as he approached, not even breaking a sweat as he barely went faster than a walk. Covered as he was, Sebastian couldn't see the color of his hair or his skin, just his eyes -blue, but no where near as startling or beautiful as Kurt's glasz eyes. As he got closer, he suddenly turned his face to stare at Kurt and Sebastian.
Sebastian felt immediately defensive as the man looked them over. Even though Sebastian couldn't see the expression on the man's face, he could tell the man was grimacing, eyes burning with anger. The man shot a quick look at Kurt's foot with the cast and the boot on it. Sebastian turned only his head as the jogger passed, meeting the challenge of those eyes, and Sebastian knew that this man had injured his Kurt. He suspected it had been on purpose.
Sebastian wanted to race after this jogger, follow him home, catch up with him and break every bone in his body. He chose not to bring attention to the other man's presence and taint their relaxing morning. Sebastian vowed to find a way to keep Kurt safe and deal with this man somehow.
The jogger made his way slowly down the block, not turning back to look at them once. He rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.
"Sebastian," Kurt murmured, turning his face to look into Sebastian's green eyes, "you're trembling."
Sebastian let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding slowly through his teeth.
"I'm sorry, gorgeous." Sebastian quickly smiled, and kissed Kurt on the forehead. "I guess I'm just cold. Let's get going, hmm?"
They walked through a labyrinth of quaint houses and back streets, cutting through a park that abutted a hill. Most of the hillside boasted great thorny bushes and clusters of trees, but a man-made hiking trail cut its way up the side with a gentle slope. Kurt got tired about half way. Sebastian convinced Kurt to let him carry him the rest of the way piggyback style. Sebastian lifted Kurt, who tittered bashfully the whole way up.
The flat top of the hill overlooked Kurt's whole neighborhood. From their vantage point they could see all the way passed the maze of little houses and cul-de-sacs to the highway. Most importantly, Sebastian could pinpoint Kurt's house.
Sebastian rolled out the blanket on a patch of grass that wasn't saturated with dew, and sat, patting the space beside him for Kurt to join in. He spread out the food between them. They sat and ate, enveloped by the heavy morning air, enjoying the peace and the quiet, and the glorious view - Kurt gazing out over the landscape below; Sebastian with eyes only for Kurt.
"Wow." Kurt sighed as he swept his eyes over the view below him. "This is amazing. How did I not know this was here?"
"I only found it by accident." Sebastian took a bite of his apple.
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him to explain.
"The first part of my route circles around here. I come back to your neck of the woods by the afternoon."
Sebastian blushed, biting on his lip and looking away.
"Uh-oh," Kurt said, grinning. "This doesn't sound good."
"Well," Sebastian tilted his head up, trying to avoid looking back at Kurt, "I really had to find a bathroom..."
"Okay!" Kurt sad, "TMI, Sebastian. I don't need to hear about you peeing on hillsides."
"Kurt," Sebastian said seriously, "did you miss the park at the bottom of the hill?"
Kurt blushed a deep, vibrant red.
"Oh," he said silently. Sebastian burst out laughing, falling over onto the blanket. Kurt pulled up his knees and buried his head.
"Kurt," Sebastian cooed, looking up from the blanket where he lay. "Kurt, please come out."
"Too late," Kurt muffled, and Sebastian laughed some more.
"That's not what I meant, gorgeous. I want to see your pretty eyes."
Kurt shook his head. Sebastian could see Kurt's ears, the tips glowing red.
Sebastian crawled to Kurt, and scooted up behind him, one leg on each side, pressing his chest flush against Kurt's back. He felt Kurt sigh as he wrapped his long arms around him. He held Kurt, resting his head on Kurt's bowed back. Sebastian began to hum, the strains of a piano piece he had heard in a movie once that had always tickled his head.
He felt Kurt loosen, lean back towards Sebastian's heat and the sound of his voice.
"The Sacrifice," Kurt said as Sebastian hummed.
Sebastian stopped humming.
"Hmm?" he asked, kissing Kurt's neck.
"The piece you were humming. It's called 'The Sacrifice'. I used to play it."
"You play the piano?" Sebastian continued to kiss down the back of Kurt's neck.
"Yeah, I do...well, I did. A long time ago." Kurt closed his eyes and ducked his head, giving Sebastian more access to his neck.
"You play the piano," Sebastian whispered against Kurt's skin, "and you sing. Do I ever get to hear?"
"Uh," Kurt stuttered, "that was a long time ago. I don't know..."
"That's okay," Sebastian said soothingly between kisses. "Who knows...maybe someday."
Sebastian ran his hands up and down Kurt's thighs, nails scraping along the denim of his jeans to his knees, and then back down toward his stomach. He heard Kurt's breath hitch as his fingers approached his crotch before he changed direction and traveled back up to Kurt's knees.
"I like touching you," Sebastian said. "Do you mind? If I make you uncomfortable, let me know."
"No," Kurt said quickly. "You don't make me uncomfortable. Not at all. But, could you..."
"What?" Sebastian asked softly.
"Could you keep humming?" Kurt's sweet request made Sebastian moan quietly against Kurt's skin.
Sebastian hummed softly as he ran his fingers along Kurt's legs. Sebastian let his eyelids close as he rested his head against Kurt's back, listening to his breath catch the closer Sebastian got to his inner thigh, his heart racing.
Sebastian wanted Kurt to feel good, to relax and enjoy this morning, this one moment in his life where he could be free of his little prison with it's black iron gate and it's carefully constructed bars inside and out. To feel the cool air and be free with Sebastian's arms around him.
Sebastian felt Kurt grab his wrist, stopping his hand. Sebastian expected Kurt would want to go back to his house now, back behind the walls.
Sebastian didn't care where they were, as long as they could stay together.
Sebastian felt Kurt lead his hand further up his leg, coming to rest on Kurt's cock, hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Kurt pushed Sebastian's hand over his cock, palming himself through his jeans, leading Sebastian's hand. Sebastian moaned into Kurt's skin as he continued the movement after Kurt removed his hand.
Kurt supported himself with his arms propped on the ground, head rolled back to rest on Sebastian's shoulder, eyes shut, face lifted to the rising sun. Sebastian felt Kurt tremble against him with every pass of his hand over his erection.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian groaned. "My beautiful Kurt."
Sebastian licked slowly up Kurt's neck, hearing him gasp at the touch of heat, followed by the cold from the air around them. Between every kiss, Sebastian marked him with praise.
"My amazing Kurt...my wonderful...my incredible...my gorgeous..."
All Kurt heard was, "mine...mine...mine..."
Kurt prayed silently in his head to a God he didn't believe in that sooner than later Sebastian would make Kurt his.
Kurt didn't want this to end. He wanted to sit in Sebastian's arms forever, feeling the sun warming his face, and the delightful shivers from Sebastian's hand as they echoed over his skin, connecting to the gentle brush of his lips on Kurt's neck. Kurt found himself lifting his hips to meet Sebastian's hand. Sebastian reached an arm around Kurt's chest and held him.
Kurt could feel Sebastian humming against his skin - that rich tenor voice falling over him; the solemn piece of music wrapping within him and breaking his heart.
Kurt stilled Sebastian's hand again.
"Sebastian," Kurt whispered.
"What is it beautiful?" Sebastian wrapped both arms around Kurt.
Kurt rolled his head until he could see Sebastian's eyes, pupils lust blown so that his alluring green irises were reduced to thin rims around a dark center.
"Take me home, Sebastian," Kurt sighed.
"Okay." Sebastian nodded, kissing Kurt's cheek.
He didn't want to get up, didn't want to be away from Kurt, especially when he knew Kurt was so close.
Kurt stood carefully, his leg stiff and sore from walking. He pulled out his iPhone while Sebastian cleared away the food and the blanket, packing them back into the cloth bag. Kurt refused to climb back on Sebastian's back, opting instead to walk excruciatingly slowly down the trail, leaning on Sebastian's arm for support. When they reached the park at the base of the hill, Sebastian could see why, as a familiar blue town car sat idling in the cul-de-sac.
"You have to be paying a lot of money if they can get me up at 7:30 in the morning to get your sexy asses," Madeline yawned as Sebastian helped Kurt into the backseat of the car.
"Where to, Handsome One and Handsome Two?" she purred, putting the car into gear.
"My house," Kurt said, his voice unexpectedly breathless.
Sebastian leaned over to whisper into Kurt's ear.
"Let me kiss you."
Kurt smiled, and nodded, knowing exactly what Sebastian wanted.
Sebastian kissed Kurt's neck tenderly, following each press of his lips with a swirl of his tongue. Kurt's eyes darted to the rear view mirror to see Madeline's brown eyes wide and smiling as they stared at the action in the back seat.
Kurt hadn't intended on getting so caught up in Sebastian's kisses in the back seat of the car, but before he knew it, he felt a sharp pain as the arm rest on the door pressed into his back, and his head thunked backward on the window. He might have felt embarrassed, might have firmly pushed Sebastian off of him, except he felt Sebastian's teeth nip at his collar bone, his soft hair tickling Kurt's neck, his hands reaching around to palm his ass.
"Sebastian," he moaned. Long fingers pulled up the hem of his shirt, tugging it free from Kurt's jeans and his world began to crash down around him.
"No!" he barked, grabbing at Sebastian's hands, a terrified look in his wide blue eyes. Sebastian's eyes met his, worry and concern etched into every line of his face.
"Oh, yes!" Madeline purred. Apparently they had been parked in front of Kurt's house for a few minutes already.
Kurt looked rooted to his seat in fear as he looked at Sebastian.
Sebastian turned a sly smile to Madeline as he tried to get Kurt out of the car before the woman noticed the change.
"That's enough for now," he said with a wink as he opened the car door and quickly ushered Kurt out, grabbing their bag quickly as he turned to shut the car door.
"Awww," Madeline whined as he watched them go. "Another time perhaps."
Sebastian walked Kurt to the front door. Kurt fished his keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.
Sebastian started apologizing as soon as they stepped inside.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt." Sebastian kept his distance as Kurt locked the door and disarmed the alarm. "I didn't mean..."
"It's alright." Kurt crossed quickly to Sebastian and wrapped himself around him. "It wasn't you. Alright?"
Sebastian nodded against Kurt's cheek as they held each other.
"Normal people would be okay with that," Kurt said quietly. "Having someone they like put their hands up their shirt, touch them. You let me do it to you."
Sebastian listened.
"I should be okay taking my shirt off in front of you. Lots of people are okay with their bodies. If I had your body, for example, I think I'd walk around naked all the time."
Sebastian didn't want to chuckle, but he did.
"Things with me...they're not that easy."
"It's okay," Sebastian said. "You don't have to explain."
"But, I do." Kurt sounded close to tears. "You deserve an explanation."
"If that's what you want." Sebastian kneaded the muscles in Kurt's back with firm strokes of his hands. "But it doesn't have to be now, if you're not ready."
Sebastian felt Kurt relax, felt him emerge a bit more from his shell.
"I'm not," Kurt affirmed. "Not yet. But, I don't want it to haunt me all day." Kurt shook his head. "If it wasn't so close, I could push it away, but I can feel it, crawling all over my skin. I want to just forget, for a little while."
Sebastian didn't quite understand, didn't know why Kurt, with his incredible body, would be so violently opposed to removing his shirt, or to at least having Sebastian put his hand underneath. But he thought he might know a way he could help.
"Come on," Sebastian said, leading Kurt by the hand up the stairs. "May be I can help you forget." He stopped to bring Kurt's hand to his lips and kiss it gently. "For a little while."