A/N: Warning for discussion of past violence, and some anxiety. Here is where things get a little darker, as we find out more about Kurt...
Kurt followed Sebastian up the staircase and into the bedroom. At the top, Sebastian pulled Kurt into his arms and kissed him sweetly, tracing his lips with the tip of his tongue. Sebastian reached behind him to open the door, and lead Kurt inside.
"Why don't you put on something a little more comfortable than these tight jeans?" Sebastian suggested. "If you want, I'll wait outside."
Kurt considered Sebastian's words for a second before shaking his head.
"No," Kurt replied. "That's all right. But maybe, would you face the wall?"
Sebastian winked, turning away so Kurt could peel off his jeans, and slip back into his lounge pants. He pulled off his hoodie, keeping his t-shirt on. Kurt turned to see Sebastian had stripped down to his boxer briefs, and stood facing the wall.
Kurt bit his lip as he silently enjoyed the view of Sebastian from behind - his broad shoulders, his perfectly sculpted back, and his gorgeous ass. Kurt walked up to Sebastian and wrapped his arms around him.
"Are you ready, gorgeous?" Sebastian asked. Kurt nodded against Sebastian's skin. Sebastian put his arms over Kurt's where they wrapped around his waist. He closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling of Kurt against his mostly naked body. He could imagine spending his life this way, waking up in the morning with Kurt in his arms, going to sleep every night making love to him.
If only Sebastian could open Kurt up just a little more.
Sebastian turned in Kurt's embrace and took his hand. He pulled Kurt to the bed. Kurt shivered a little as he assessed their situation - a mostly naked Sebastian and his king-sized bed.
Kurt gripped Sebastian's hand tightly.
"No, no, angel," Sebastian said with a warm smile. "I know you're not ready for that." He pulled Kurt to him, holding Kurt against him. "I just want to help you forget, Kurt. I want to take the bad memory away, and replace it with something good."
With Kurt melting in his arms, Sebastian settled onto the bed, lying back against the pillows, pulling Kurt on top of him.
He wrapped the blanket around them, slipping his hands beneath to grab hold of Kurt's hips.
"Why don't we start with the things we know you like, and move on from there?" Sebastian suggested, humming as he licked lightly around the shell of Kurt's ear.
Kurt moaned at the feeling of Sebastian's tongue on his skin. Sebastian felt Kurt's body react - his muscles relaxing, his cock twitching and becoming hard.
Sebastian rolled Kurt next to him on the bed, lying beside him so he could run his fingertips over Kurt's body the way he did on the hill top, over his clothes, feeling the contours of his muscles through the thin layers of fabric.
Kurt bunched the blanket beneath him in his fists.
"Tell me if you want to stop," Sebastian whispered, and as sweet as he tried to be, his voice sounded like pure sin - dark and resonant.
Kurt nodded, focusing on Sebastian's fingers, losing himself in the warmth of Sebastian's tongue, and the open-mouthed kisses he planted on Kurt's skin. Kurt rolled his head to the side, allowing Sebastian more access to the pale column of his neck.
Sebastian smiled.
"Well," he said, "I know you like this."
Sebastian gently kissed Kurt's neck, peppering his skin with delicate licks and nips. He felt Kurt relax into these familiar touches, smiling against Sebastian's mouth when he kissed Kurt's lips.
Sebastian's fingertips on his skin left shivers in their wake, and Kurt whimpered at the sensation, at the promise of more that he was trying to decide whether or not he wanted to give into.
Sebastian traced lazy patterns back and forth over Kurt's chest, from shoulder to shoulder over his collar bone, down both arms to lace with Kurt's fingers before slipping through, nails scraping lightly over Kurt's nipples and then continuing along his sides.
"You have a beautiful body, Kurt." Sebastian's words marked Kurt's skin, seeking out all the places that had been marred or ruined by misguided affections and the evil of a man who never really loved Kurt. Those words mended the hurt, sewing old wounds slowly back together. "Your skin is so smooth and perfect. I'll never get tired of kissing you, Kurt...never..."
Kurt sighed, seeking out Sebastian's mouth, chasing his lips every time he broke their kiss to speak.
Sebastian's fingers continued their journey over Kurt's flat stomach, tracing a small circle around Kurt's belly button. Kurt giggled.
"You sound like an angel when you laugh," Sebastian whispered. "I could listen to you laugh all day."
Sebastian ran the pads of his fingers as far down Kurt's leg as he could reach without moving away from the joy of kissing Kurt's mouth, down to the right knee, and then back up the left leg, slowly inching his way to the growing erection in Kurt's pants. Sebastian settled a warm hand over it, cupping Kurt gently. Kurt's breath caught in his throat as Sebastian kissed him, caressing Kurt's tongue in a similar gesture.
"You seemed to like this, too. Is this okay?"
Sebastian's voice tempted Kurt like no other. Kurt was pretty sure he would let Sebastian have his way with him as long as he kept talking, kept whispering beautiful words.
Kurt nodded, his nose rubbing lightly against Sebastian's.
"Yes," Kurt breathed. "That's okay."
Sebastian moved his hand slowly, first just palming Kurt's cock as it grew beneath his touch, then carefully wrapping his fingers around it, still over Kurt's pants, kissing him tenderly, never apart from him.
Kurt's body felt alive for the first time in years. It wanted Sebastian - his touch, his warmth, his words. In Kurt's mind, he had already surrendered to Sebastian. He already belonged to him.
"Sebastian? Would you...touch me?"
Kurt's voice barely rose above a whisper, but he spoke them against Sebastian's lips, wrote them over his skin.
"I am touching you," Sebastian teased gently.
Kurt smirked.
"No..." Kurt took a hold of Sebastian's hand and slipped it passed the waistband of his pants, down over his skin to settle on his cock.
Sebastian moaned. Kurt hadn't put on any underwear.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian moaned. "My God, Kurt. You feel amazing."
Kurt blushed profusely, a deep scarlet that rose from his chest, still hidden beneath his shirt, and painted his face. Sebastian moved his hand, taking a firm hold of Kurt's cock - long, fluid strokes from base to head and back, twisting his wrist ever so slightly as he ran his rough thumb over the slit. Kurt fought to keep still, fought not to buck or writhe, but it was no use. Sebastian's mouth seemed to be everywhere - kissing him, nibbling his lip, licking a long stripe up his neck and then blowing the slightest breeze over it, chilling Kurt and making goosebumps form. Sebastian moaned against his skin as Kurt arched his back, breathing in sharply.
Kurt couldn't silence his own moans as they slipped passed his lips. He squeezed his eyelids shut, and in the dark he was no longer Kurt, the broken, the unloved. He was cherished and beautiful and full of fire.
Sebastian could feel Kurt tremble, heard his moans turn into breathy cries, watched the play of muscles that had started to tighten and twitch with every pass of Sebastian's hand over the head of Kurt's cock. Kurt was close, and as much as Sebastian wanted to slow down, to torment Kurt until he could barely breathe, he couldn't. Kurt needed this. Kurt needed to know he could trust himself with Sebastian - his body and his heart.
"Kurt?" Sebastian whispered softly into his ear. "Kurt, open your eyes and look at me, gorgeous."
"I...I can't..." Kurt stuttered.
Sebastian ran his nose over the flawless skin of Kurt's flushed cheek.
"Yes, you can, love," Sebastian urged. "Please, look at me. Let me see those beautiful eyes."
Kurt turned his face, and Sebastian watched Kurt fighting with himself to open his eyes, to share this part of himself with him.
"There is nothing more spectacular in this world than the blue of your eyes, Kurt," Sebastian cooed. "Nothing at all. I need to see them...please."
Kurt's eyelids fluttered, like the faint quivering of butterfly wings, as Kurt managed to force them open. Kurt gasped, another wave of heat rushing through him as Sebastian's gaze swept over his face. A look of awe dissolved into a smile that Kurt couldn't quite describe...because he hadn't seen love in a long time.
"Beautiful, Kurt," Sebastian whispered. "Gorgeous, Kurt."
Kurt swallowed hard.
"Your...beautiful Kurt?" It almost hurt to say, to ask. And it was a question, because Kurt didn't know for sure.
"What?" Sebastian asked, pulling closer, wanting to be next to Kurt, to feel his body shudder when he came.
"Earlier..." Kurt had to stop and swallow as the heat that threatened to take him raced through his limbs, "you said...your beautiful..."
Kurt couldn't finish. It was all too much. Sebastian felt Kurt's hips as they began to stutter beneath the movements of his hand, which had quickened when he felt Kurt tense against him.
"Yes," Sebastian breathed over Kurt's skin as he came, "my beautiful Kurt...my gorgeous Kurt...mine...mine..."
Kurt's knuckles turned white as they grabbed the sheets. His body moved on its own, chasing Sebastian's grip as he spilled over his fist, with Sebastian's words ringing through his ears, and a gentle kiss pressed to his overheated cheek.
Kurt's body felt drained, every bit of energy bled out of him. He couldn't release his grip on the sheets, couldn't speak passed his shuddering breaths. There were stars in his eyes that shone so brightly that nothing else seemed to exist, and as they finally began to fade, two different stars took their place - two uniquely fantastic stars - green and perfect.
Sebastian didn't want to remove his hand from Kurt, even as he became soft. Sebastian didn't want to leave his side to find a washcloth to clean them with.
Sebastian did these quickly, eager to be with his Kurt, because now he could call him his Kurt.
Sebastian kissed down Kurt's neck as he gently wiped him down, and then wrapped him back in the safety of his arms beneath the blankets. Kurt lay his head against Sebastian's chest, at a total loss for words. Sebastian sighed at the feeling of Kurt's weight lying against him.
"Did you mean it?" Sebastian asked. "Will you be mine, Kurt?"
Kurt smiled against Sebastian's chest, wanting to scream, to dance, to jump up and down. Why did he feel like he was back in high school instead of feeling like a grown man?
"Do you want me?" Kurt asked. Sebastian kissed the top of Kurt's head, running his fingers lightly through his hair.
"Who wouldn't want you, Kurt?" Sebastian sighed. "Of course, I want you to be mine. I would have hoped that I made that obvious."
Kurt nodded.
"Of course," Kurt said. "I just needed to make sure."
Sebastian rolled his eyes fondly.
Kurt's body fit against Sebastian's like the matching side of a similar coin. Kurt curled up beside him, and all of his cares drifted away. He closed his eyes, absorbing Sebastian's touch as his fingers played over his arms. He could still feel those hands as they wrapped around his cock, stroked him slowly until he came. The vibrations of it still sang over his skin. Kurt smiled, biting his lip, blushing at the memory of Sebastian's tender words.
Then, as it always seemed to, doubt crept in.
Kurt's inexperience, his shyness, his anxiety. Would it push Sebastian away?
Maybe Sebastian would realize that other men, sexier men, who were better at sex than he was, were more worth his time and endless energy.
'You're a nobody, Kurt. And who's going to love a nobody? No one, Kurt. No one's going to love you.'
"Sebastian?" Kurt bit his lip, bringing his own fingers up to trace a path over Sebastian's skin. Can I ask you a kind of personal question?"
Sebastian took a deep breath, smelling the sweet scent of Kurt's hair. He needed to find out what it was exactly, and keep it with him always.
"Sure."
A voice in Kurt's head screamed, 'Don't ask! Don't ask! You don't want to know'.
But curiosity is too big a bitch to live with.
"How many men have you been with?"
"Ah," Sebastian sighed, nodding and looking off into the distance.
Kurt immediately regretted his question.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said. "I shouldn't..."
"Yes, you should, Kurt. It's not you." Sebastian ran a finger down Kurt's spine, noticing for the first time how unusual Kurt's back felt through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Sebastian looked down at the dark fabric and wondered. He rested his hand on Kurt's shoulder instead.
"You have every right to ask. It's just...I'm a different person now than I was even a month ago."
Sebastian turned to look at Kurt as he spoke.
"I've slept with..." Sebastian paused, trying to find the most tactful words to use before continuing, "a lot of men, Kurt. And the person I was would have said that with pride. But now, laying here with you, I'm kind of ashamed."
Kurt looked back at Sebastian, trying to push away irrational feelings of jealousy at Sebastian's admission.
"Why did you do it? Sleep with all of those men?"
Sebastian chewed the inside of his cheek as he looked up at the ceiling.
"If I tell you," Sebastian said, "I'll be breaking the rule."
"What rule?" Kurt furrowed his brow.
"About mentioning other people?" Sebastian's eyes swept around the room, at the walls, the television, the curtains on the windows. "We're only supposed to talk about ourselves."
"Fuck the rules," Kurt said with a smile.
Sebastian laughed, looking into Kurt's blue eyes shining at him.
"Tell me?"
Sebastian sighed.
"I did it..." Sebastian took a deep breath, "to please my dad."
Kurt lifted up a bit to look into Sebastian's face. Sebastian tried to smile, but he couldn't, thinking about the angry, older man who had thrown him away.
"Why would your dad want you to sleep with all of those men?" Kurt asked, confusion furrowing his brow.
Sebastian shook his head.
"Well, first of all, he didn't know they were men," Sebastian explained. Kurt nodded, listening intently. "He just knew that his eldest son was the...uh...big man on campus, so to speak?"
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head, embarrassed at the choice of words.
"My dad is a Harvard legacy," Sebastian continued. "Old money, from a time where a man was measured by his success in business and in bed. And for my dad, that never stopped."
Kurt put his head back on Sebastian's chest.
"Didn't your mom get upset?"
Sebastian shrugged.
"I think she expected it," Sebastian said. "It came with the territory. She knew she wasn't going to be enough. I'm not entirely sure how much they loved each other when they got married. It hardly matters now."
Kurt gasped, incredulous.
"Why wouldn't it matter?" Kurt sounded almost livid. "Married without love, always being second place? Why would she not care?"
"Because she doesn't really remember." Sebastian's voice cracked slightly. He kissed Kurt on the forehead so Kurt wouldn't see him fighting back tears. "She has Alzheimer's. Some kind of early onset sort of thing. When my dad discovered that the long line of nameless women rocking his son's bed were actually men, he pulled my inheritance and disowned me. By that time, my mom barely remembered that I was her son."
Kurt tightened his arms around Sebastian's chest, trying to hold him together.
"Do you miss them?" Kurt asked.
"I miss my mom," Sebastian answered quickly. "She was such a wonderful woman."
It was getting harder for Sebastian to hide the tears now.
Sebastian pulled Kurt up his body and kissed him, trying to take comfort from Kurt's soft lips and his smooth, pale skin.
"She had a garden like yours," Sebastian continued. "She worked in it every day." Sebastian looked into Kurt's eyes. "I think the two of you would have gotten along."
"Sebastian," Kurt said. "Your mom's not gone."
"You're right," Sebastian agreed. "I am."
Kurt leaned his forehead against Sebastian's, looking at his closed eyes and his mouth frowning slightly as he recalled memories of his own past, wondering at how different the two of them were, and in some ways, how much the same.
"I've had two boyfriends," Kurt volunteered.
Sebastian smirked.
"You know I don't believe that," Sebastian said, coming back to his cocky, sarcastic self. "I don't believe for one second that you didn't have a line of men outside your house begging for you."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I'll admit to a small slew of admirers," he joked. "Though in reality, I tend to attract some real losers."
Sebastian made a face, looking offended. Kurt laughed.
"Oh, really?" Sebastian winked at Kurt slyly, holding him tight in his arms.
"Only a few losers...no one you know." Kurt winked. "Actually, only two really spring to mind."
"Do tell," Sebastian pulled Kurt onto his lap, resting Kurt's ass in his palms and squeezing excessively.
Kurt wiggled his ass playfully and Sebastian moaned.
"Let me think," Kurt tapped his chin with his finger. Sebastian pinched his cheek hard and Kurt yelped.
"Alright, bossy," Kurt whined. "Adam and Chandler."
"Wow," Sebastian commented. "Were they brothers or a singing group?"
"No," Kurt said. "Adam went to school with me, and Chandler I worked with."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"You know I'm not just going to let you leave it at that," Sebastian said. "I broke the rules. Now it's your turn."
Kurt looked down a little nervously, and Sebastian knew they were treading into unsure ground, possibly a period of time that extended passed the three year window of safety where Kurt felt comfortable.
Kurt ran his fingernails down Sebastian's chest as he tried to find a way to answer.
"I used to live in New York," Kurt started. "I moved there after high school. I went to a school called NYADA. I don't know if you've heard of it."
Sebastian's look of awe answered his question. Kurt smiled.
"I...I was also an intern at Vogue," Kurt continued, trying not to sound like he was boasting.
"Kurt..." Sebastian sat up with Kurt in his lap, sitting face to face, and held him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's in the past," Kurt said with a shrug. "My life is here now."
Kurt sounded nonchalant, but his eyes darted away quickly, his smile fading.
"Anyway, Adam went to school with me, and Chandler was an intern at Vogue."
"So, why were they weird?"
Sebastian ran his hands up and down Kurt's thighs, massaging the muscles with firm strokes.
"Well, Adam was really possessive and jealous. He ran a singing group called 'Adam's Apples'."
Sebastian barked out a laugh.
"Yeah, yeah, it's kind of lame, I know," Kurt agreed. "Anyway, I guess he liked me. I kind of liked him, too. I went through a bad break up my first year in college, and he was sort of a shoulder that I cried on. He thought it meant I was going to automatically throw myself into his arms. But when I started dating someone else, he threw me out of 'Adam's Apples'."
"It sounds like you caught a break," Sebastian said through another laugh.
"Anyway..." Kurt continued, "Chandler was kind of flamboyant, even for being in fashion, and that's a lot coming from me. But he got creepy when he admitted he liked me. He started going to lunch with me every day, and then he started dressing like me."
Sebastian rubbed his eyes as he stopped laughing, looking back at Kurt in time to watch his face change slightly.
"What?" Sebastian asked.
"Nothing really." Kurt shrugged. "Just, thinking about Chandler comes with other memories."
Kurt sighed.
"It wasn't the happiest time in my life."
Sebastian watched as Kurt's face changed again, and there it was. The fiery, flirty Kurt retreating back into his shell. Whatever happened to Kurt, it must have started in New York.
"So, why did you leave New York?" Sebastian tread lightly, expecting Kurt to find some way to change the subject.
"I started dating a guy...and he...well...he had a dream, too. His dream was in Chicago. And...and we agreed that my dream was a bit too big for me, so..."
Sebastian clenched his jaw.
"So, he convinced you to leave your dream behind...for him?"
Kurt swallowed. Sebastian didn't want to badger Kurt out of anger at someone else, but was getting harder and harder to keep it in check.
Sebastian knew there was more. He wanted all the details, including name, address, and phone number so he could go after this asshole.
Most of all, he wanted to know what else this bastard had convinced Kurt to do; why this angelic man who was obviously so strong could fold so easily.
"But, you left him?"
"I got into an accident." Kurt's eyes didn't leave his hands, splayed across Sebastian's chest. "I had to be hospitalized for a while. We kind of left each other. I haven't had a boyfriend since."
"Thank you for telling me, Kurt," Sebastian said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Now, you tell me something," Kurt demanded.
Sebastian grabbed Kurt's hips, bucking up playfully.
"Anything," Sebastian said.
"What did you really want to do with your life?"
Sebastian sighed.
"You promise you won't laugh."
Kurt nodded.
"I wanted to be...a photographer."
Sebastian waited for Kurt to giggle...snicker...anything. Instead, Kurt sat patiently, waiting for Sebastian to continue.
"I wanted to travel around the world, sleep in a tent, meet new people and record the events in their lives."
Kurt smiled, his own look of awe brightening his face.
"That's incredible, Sebastian!" Kurt gushed. "You should do that, if that's what you want."
Sebastian scoffed.
"I'm serious, Sebastian! And the best thing is you can get started today. You don't have to travel around the world to take pictures. Start here."
Sebastian didn't want to admit to the fact that spending his time taking pictures, even in the butthole town where they lived, sounded like a dream.
"Unfortunately, the only camera I own is..." Sebastian stopped himself before he could mention his father again. "Well, it's unavailable at the moment."
Kurt had a thoughtful look on his face as he digested Sebastian's words. He made to get up from the bed. Sebastian held him fast.
"No," Sebastian said. "You stay here. I like you where you are."
Kurt swatted his hands.
"I'll only be a minute," Kurt said, managing to slip out of Sebastian's grip.
"Stay here for a second, okay?" Kurt limped out the door and down the hallway. Sebastian heard Kurt unlock and open a door, presumably a door to a room he hadn't seen yet. Sebastian waited as he heard boxes being shuffled around. He burned with curiosity as he waited for Kurt to return. He heard him limp back down the hall, and when he entered the bedroom, he had a small black bag in his hands.
"Now, before you open your mouth, I know what you're going to say," Kurt said as soon as Sebastian's eyes went wide. "So, I'm making this a loan instead of a gift. That way you'd be a fool to refuse."
Sebastian chuckled as Kurt put the bag on the bed and opened it.
"Now, it's not the most updated camera in the universe," Kurt explained, as he removed the digital SLR and assembled it, "but it was a gift from Isabelle Wright. So I could photograph models wearing my designs. But I never used it."
Sebastian watched as Kurt attached the body to the lens, and then inserted the battery and compact flash card. Kurt switched it on, smiling as the power indicator glowed green. He handed the camera to Sebastian, who took it, turning it over in his hands to look at it. The smile on his face was reverent, happy. He looked through the viewfinder and focused on Kurt, taking a quick shot before Kurt could complain.
"Hey!" Kurt whined. "I didn't mean take pictures of me!"
"You said to start here...start today..." Sebastian kept snapping pictures as Kurt blushed, threw his hands up over his face, turned away. "I figured I'd start with the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Kurt rolled his eyes as Sebastian took another picture.
"You need to stop saying things like that." Kurt ducked his head.
"Why?" Sebastian stopped taking pictures, and looked seriously at Kurt.
"Because I might start believing it."
Sebastian knelt in front of Kurt, putting the camera aside.
"You should," Sebastian said, ducking to catch Kurt's gaze. "I dare you to find something more gorgeous."
Kurt's eyes flicked up immediately. He picked up the camera where it lay on the bed, aimed it at Sebastian, and pressed the shutter. Sebastian watched Kurt look at the display screen and smile, turning it to show him the photo he had just taken of Sebastian's face.
"Don't erase that one, please." Kurt handed the camera to Sebastian, who cradled it in his arms.
Sebastian and Kurt spent the remainder of the day enjoying as close to comfortable domesticity as they could get. Sebastian had forgotten how much he missed seeing the world through the viewfinder of a camera. He photographed everything at Kurt's house, including Kurt a couple of hundred times, to the other man's dismay. Sebastian photographed Kurt's bedroom window, and his closet lined with designer clothes. He photographed the lavender hallway with its wooden doors and all the various eclectic furnishings in the house. He even went outside and snapped pictures of Kurt's plants in the garden, and the tiny green house Kurt seemed so proud of.
Sebastian took hundreds of pictures that afternoon, but his photos of Kurt were his favorites. He managed to take one of Kurt making their paninis at lunch. He snapped one of Kurt tending to the tomatoes when he was sure Sebastian was too occupied photographing the dahlias to pay any attention. The last picture he took of Kurt was of him sitting at his desk, black rimmed reading glasses perched on his perfect nose, looking out the window as a breeze blew through, ruffling the sheer curtains.
Kurt turned to Sebastian when he heard the shutter click, smiling at the look of joy on Sebastian's face.
"Let me see what you have so far," Kurt requested, holding out a hand to accept the camera. Sebastian handed it over, and knelt at Kurt's feet to look at the photos with him. Kurt smiled as he shuffled through pictures of his bookcases, shelves packed at all angles with books. He saw a photo of vines in his garden, small gourds emerging from yellow flowers. Another was a full portrait of his house that Sebastian had taken from across the street.
"These are wonderful." Kurt hummed as he continued to flip through the photographs. "I've always wanted a photo of my house. Maybe we can print one of these."
Sebastian nodded, accepting the camera back when Kurt handed it to him.
"You have an excellent eye," Kurt commented. "You're very talented."
"Thank you." Sebastian kissed Kurt on the cheek, his eye catching a manuscript that Kurt had laid out on his desk, marks and notes scribbled in the margin that Sebastian couldn't make out.
"What's this?" he asked, gesturing to the pages.
"This is a book that I'm ghost writing." Kurt took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. "Some no-talent t.v. actor got it in his head that he wanted to write a book and sent me this..." Kurt reached across his desk and picked up the original treatment. Sebastian took it from Kurt and scanned through it.
"Is this guy in the seventh grade or something?" Sebastian asked, wincing at the horrible grammar and the terrible spelling.
"It doesn't matter if he is or not." Kurt sighed. "I re-wrote the majority of it. It's going to be published in the next two years to coincide with some movie he's putting out."
"So, the words are yours, and the idea is yours, but he gets all the credit."
Kurt nodded.
"Pretty much."
"Well, that sucks," Sebastian said, looking over the pages. Sebastian looked down at Kurt, still rubbing his eyes. "Can I read it?"
Kurt huffed.
"You want to read this tool's book?"
"No." Sebastian looped his arms around Kurt's neck. "I want to read your book that just happens to have this tool's name on it."
Kurt looked around the desk, found a second copy of the manuscript, and handed it to Sebastian.
"Here. This is the revised copy for the tool to read." Kurt smirked as Sebastian laughed, knowing that whoever this actor really was would forever be known as 'The Tool'. "I was supposed to send it to him, but he doesn't even seem to care about this stupid book anymore."
Sebastian sat on the sofa, reading the manuscript, as Kurt threw together dinner. Several times Sebastian's heart nearly stopped. He normally didn't like suspense thrillers, but this book had him hooked. Kurt had a gift, and it hid behind someone else's name and their picture on the jacket. Sebastian couldn't help feeling that an injustice was being done.
'Elizabeth shot up the staircase, tripping over the top step as she tried to make her way to the attic. If she could only climb into the crawl space she would have a chance. Holding her right arm tight against her, the towel tied to her wrist soaked through with blood, she turned for just a second to see if Azimio was still following her...'
Sebastian flipped to the next page, not realizing he was holding his breath.
'Slowly she inched, feeling her way down the dark corridor, counting her steps as she had so many times before when she had to escape her husband's anger. But no, he wasn't her husband anymore, and if she could only get away, only find her way to a window or a phone, she could get help. Then maybe, just maybe, that worthless piece of paper called a restraining order might be put to good use...'
Sebastian's hand actually shook as he flipped to the next page, praying silently that Elizabeth would escape her abusive asshole of a husband and make it to the dusty crawl space that had been her refuge so many times before.
'The dark and the quiet pressed in on Elizabeth as she slowly made her way to the door. Her mind swirled and her heart raced. She couldn't take it. She saw her chance and she took it. She ran, reaching for the door knob, and hopefully, safety. But the door was locked. A cruel voice laughed in her ear. A rough hand grabbed at the collar of her shirt, tearing the delicate fabric in half, the fiery end of a Cuban cigar searing a mark into her skin as she screamed...'
"Hummus?" an airy voice sang, the sound of a plate settling onto the little wooden table at Sebastian's elbow interrupting his thoughts.
"Jesus!" Sebastian exclaimed, sitting straight up in his seat, the manuscript flying out of his hands and falling to the floor.
Kurt giggled as he watched Sebastian, green eyes blown wide with panic as he returned from Elizabeth's small house in the city to the quaint and elegant townhouse where he sat on the couch, gorgeous blue eyes appraising him with a smile.
"Do you like it?" Kurt asked, gathering up the pages that had fallen to Sebastian's feet.
"It's amazing," Sebastian said. "I'm glad you changed the names from Sally and Roy. How did you come up with them?"
"Azimio was this jock who bullied me in high school," Kurt explained, setting down a plate sliced vegetables to go with the hummus.
"And Elizabeth?"
Kurt picked up a baby carrot, twirling it in his fingers.
"Elizabeth was my mother's name."
Kurt nibbled on the carrot stick. Sebastian looked at the stack of pages in his hands.
"Your...your dad wasn't..." Sebastian stumbled over his words. Kurt narrowed his eyes as Sebastian tried to put together his thoughts into a coherent question that he had no right to ask.
"No," Kurt said as realization dawned on his face. "Absolutely not." Kurt shook his head, looking down at the carrot stick again. "It's only a story," Kurt said. "I'm just the one telling it.
Sebastian blew out a sigh of relief as he set the manuscript aside.
Sebastian didn't want to leave Kurt, and he was thrilled to discover that Kurt didn't want him to go either. Sebastian needed to go to work early in the morning, and he didn't have his uniform with him. Kurt sat in Sebastian's lap on the sofa, rutting slowly up and down over Sebastian's cock, which strained against his jeans, while he kissed down Sebastian's neck, holding his hands fast to his sides.
Unable to touch, unable to grab or hold, Sebastian moaned, an odd combination of fighting and surrendering, like being tortured outside the gates of heaven.
"Are we really this ridiculous?" Kurt asked against Sebastian's neck. "That we can't keep our hands off each other long enough to say good-bye? I mean, I'm going to see you tomorrow, right?"
"When I stop by during work," Sebastian said. Then, he had a thought. "Kurt? Are you going clubbing tomorrow night? You said you go on Mondays, right?"
Kurt looked down into Sebastian's face, his lips swollen from kissing along the stubble on Sebastian's chin, his face flushed.
"I didn't think..." Kurt looked down at the collar of Sebastian's shirt, running a finger underneath it. "Considering...you know...us and everything..."
"I thought, maybe, we could change it a little. You know, turn it into a date night? Make it into our own thing?" Sebastian freed his wrists from Kurt's grasp and wrapped his arms around him. Kurt smiled.
"Yeah," he said, smiling. "I think I'd like that."
It was late when Sebastian finally forced himself away from Kurt's inviting mouth and light touches to make his way to the door, duffel over his arm with the camera and manuscript tucked safely inside.
"I wish you'd let me call for a car to take you home," Kurt said as Sebastian held him in the open doorway.
"It's okay," Sebastian said. "Really. I kind of want to spend some time in the evening air...you know, cool down a little?"
Kurt chuckled, hugging Sebastian tighter.
"It's not going to be the same sleeping without you," Kurt said quietly. Sebastian felt guilty, knowing that the nightmares would return. He sighed. Kurt pulled away.
"Nope," Kurt said, looking into Sebastian's face. "No, I refuse to make you feel guilty. I'm a big boy. I just...you're incredible...and this was the most amazing weekend of my life."
"I'll stay over tomorrow night if you want," Sebastian offered. "I'll make sure I have all my stuff, and I won't leave you."
Kurt smiled.
"I'd like that," Kurt said. He closed the distance one last time and brushed his lips gently against Sebastian's.
"Till tomorrow, gorgeous," Sebastian whispered, lifting Kurt's right hand to place a kiss to his knuckles, his eyes darting along the underside of Kurt's hand. Sebastian's heart stopped. He squinted for a moment to see if he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Blinking and focusing his eyes, he was sure.
A smooth scar, cutting across the underside of Kurt's wrist.
Sebastian needed to get home. He needed to read the rest of the book.
Sebastian had a feeling that the story Kurt was telling was his own.
Sebastian ran through the events of the weekend slowly through his mind, reliving every moment - every kiss, every touch, every conversation. But it was always the memory of Kurt in his arms that Sebastian returned to. Kurt lying above him as Sebastian rutted against him. Kurt on the hill top, sitting between Sebastian's legs as Sebastian hummed over his skin. Kurt snuggling beside him while Sebastian worked his hand over him, stroking him slowly until he came with a shudder. The beautiful way Kurt's eyes widened and his face flushed as the heat of his orgasm washed over his body.
Sebastian almost skipped, whistling in the quiet still of the night, when he suddenly realized he felt eyes burning into him, and the prickling sensation of the hairs rising on his neck that told him he was being followed. Sebastian, never one to be intimidated or back down from a fight, turned around to confront his stalker. He saw no one behind him. No one walking, or jogging, no eyes peeking at him from a front yard or through the bushes. Just the dark, quiet street in the direction from where he came.
Sebastian turned back around and continued to walk, but this time he didn't whistle, didn't let his mind drift. He walked with a purpose, but he refused to run. He was a block away from his bus stop when he stopped again. This time he had heard a definite shuffling on the cement. He turned around.
"Hey!" he called out. "If you have something to say, why don't you come out here and say it! Stop following me in the shadows like a bitch!"
His voice echoed slightly of the dark houses and the street. This time, as he scanned the sidewalk behind him, he heard the shuffling again.
Out of the dark, a small pebble struck him in the chest.
As he tried to determine what direction it had come from, another flew from the dark and hit him on the neck. Suddenly, a small rain storm of tiny pebbles flew at him. He had to raise his hands to shield his face and protect his eyes from the gravel that brushed by his cheeks.
Just as quickly as it had started, the storm of pebbles stopped.
The street was quiet and still.
"Is that all you've got?" Sebastian called to his faceless assailant, not caring for a moment that whoever this was might have something worse than a handful of pebbles. He could have a gun. Sebastian couldn't help it. He was angry. He was pretty sure he knew exactly who this was.
"Is that you, you freak?" Sebastian yelled. "If you go anywhere near my boyfriend again, I'll kill you! Do you hear me? Touch him and you're dead!"
Sebastian was panting, realizing he was yelling full force into the dark.
There was a moment of silence before he heard the sound of shuffling, heavy footsteps running in the dark.
Sitting on the bus, headed for home, Sebastian sent a text to Kurt, asking him to make sure his alarm was set, and his doors and windows locked, relaying the story of the footsteps and the strange attack.
Kurt didn't respond right away, and Sebastian started to get worried. He was going to call, get off the bus and turn around, run back to Kurt's house, but Kurt did reply. When he did, Sebastian smiled.
From: Kurt
Done and done. All safe here at Fort Hummel...P. S. I miss you :)
Sebastian kissed the screen of his phone, and the message that was displayed there.
Sebastian texted Kurt well into the night, while he read the manuscript, lying in his boxer briefs in bed. Soon, Kurt's messages started becoming nonsense as he grew more and more tired. His last text message, which he had probably meant to read 'Good night', said 'Gudngt'.
Sebastian wanted to smile, but he couldn't. He never thought he would smile again when he read how Azimio tied up his wife, and for thirteen hours beat, tortured, and raped her.