A/N: Several people have PM'd me regarding how much I am going to delve into Kurt's dark past. I would like to say that chapter 9 is as graphic as I see myself going. I am not a big fan of graphic violence. Kurt's experiences will be addressed as generally as possible, without any specific details of the attacks mentioned. However, some things may be a trigger, or just plain uncomfortable for some readers. With that in mind I will put a warning in place for this chapter. At the beginning Sebastian has a nightmare about the things he has read in Kurt's manuscript. If you feel this may bother you, skip from after the italicized paragraph at the beginning to the part where Sebastian wakes up screaming. I have even bolded that part for you. After that, things should be okay. But again, there are no graphic details. That said, this is a pretty cute chapter with a shower hand job and a little light role playing, so have at it, and tell me what you think. I love you all :)
'A bear...a giant...a massive behemoth of a man...Azimio stood a full head taller than his cowering wife, his brown hair plastered to his head with sweat, piercing hazel eyes that had gone black with rage. He reeked of beer, cigarettes, and some other woman's cheap drugstore perfume...'
That was how Kurt described Azimio, and that monster haunted Sebastian's dreams.
Except in his nightmares, Sebastian stood helpless, watching as Azimio repeatedly beat Kurt, whipped him, burned him with cigarettes. More often than any of these, the raging titan Azimio would tie Kurt's wrists with piano wire and rape him, the full weight of his body pressing Kurt into the mattress, his hands wrapped around Kurt's throat until he stopped screaming.
When he was done with Kurt, the monster locked him in a prison made entirely of thick, black, metal bars. Kurt curled into a ball, shaking and crying, blood dripping in rivers down his legs. Sebastian tried to reach him, held out a hand between the bars to touch him. Kurt looked at Sebastian with wide, frightened eyes, crawling as best he could on weak and bruised knees just out of Sebastian's reach.
This Kurt from the past didn't know Sebastian, knew nothing about his love for him.
This Kurt - beaten, damaged, trapped in a cage - was dying.
Sebastian searched frantically for a crowbar to break Kurt out, but the psycho had returned. The terrifying beast with the hazel eyes but no recognizable face barely regarded Sebastian. Sebastian struck out, hitting and kicking, fighting with every ounce of energy he possessed, but not a single punch connected. With a cruel and evil laugh, like the scraping of metal fingernails down a chalkboard, he attacked Kurt again. Sebastian flailed at the man, but it did no good. He couldn't stop Azimio. He watched in horror as Azimio tied Kurt's wrists, holding him down again, shoving his face into the floor.
Then the screaming started. It rang in Sebastian's ears and threatened to choke him.
It startled him from his sleep.
Sebastian woke to the sound of his own voice screaming. His throat burned - ragged and raw - before he realized he was in his own apartment, the heater blasting, the paint on the walls chipping.
There was no Kurt and no Azimio.
Just Sebastian - weak, helpless Sebastian - crying, impotent, unable to fix or change anything.
His rage rushed over him like a tidal wave, his face hot and wet from crying, his voice hoarse from calling for Kurt in his sleep. He picked up the first thing he saw - a two dollar WalMart coffee mug - and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter, disintergrate with the force of his throw.
His sheets clung to his sweaty skin, threatening to suffocate him. He needed out.
He needed Kurt.
He looked at his digital clock.
Exactly midnight.
He didn't even think. He grabbed his packed duffel and tossed in his uniform. He threw on an old pair of Harvard sweats and a beat up Carhartt jacket he got at the thrift store. Shoving his phone and his keys in his pocket, he grabbed his duffel and ran out the door. He knew the buses didn't run after midnight, but that didn't matter. He wouldn't have waited even if they did. He needed to run. He needed the air searing his lungs to tell him that he wasn't dreaming; he needed the cold wind to dry the tears in his eyes.
Sebastian focused, forcing his mind to see the neighborhoods and the streets the way he did when he sat on the hill top with Kurt - all the back streets and alleys, all the places he could cut through and the fences he could scale. He ran at full speed and didn't stop until he bolted through the black iron gate and stood before the Victorian door.
He didn't want to frighten Kurt by ringing the bell, so he called his phone instead.
Sebastian never thought he would actually pray for Kurt to have a nightmare; pray that he was sitting up awake, trying to recover from the pain.
The phone rang and rang, eventually going to voice mail. Kurt used the default computer message. Not even a recording of Kurt's soothing voice to calm his frayed nerves.
Sebastian called again, and this time, a sleepy sounding Kurt answered on the third ring.
"Sebastian?" The weary voice sounded confused.
"Kurt?" Sebastian couldn't hide the tears in his voice.
"Sebastian!" Kurt sounded as if he had snapped. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Kurt?" Sebastian gulped in the cold air, trying to steady himself. "Kurt? Can you open the door?"
"Are you outside?" Kurt asked, and Sebastian could hear the sound of Kurt's bedroom door unlocking; the syncopated thud-thud as he made his way down the stairs.
Sebastian pocketed his phone and waited for his angel to unlock the door.
The door slowly creaked open and Kurt's blue eyes peered around it.
"Sebastian!" Kurt gasped, looking at the man in the faded sweats, his hair shaggy and unkempt, staring back at him. "Is everything okay?"
Sebastian looked at his Kurt. He had showered since Sebastian had seen him last, and he had changed into a clean green t-shirt and soft looking gray flannel pants. He looked worried, but otherwise happy to see Sebastian, the wreck that he was, standing on his doorstep. He wasn't screaming, he wasn't crying, he wasn't bleeding.
"I am now," Sebastian said in a broken voice. Kurt opened the door and let Sebastian in. He waited until Kurt had set the alarm and locked the door before grabbing Kurt in his arms and holding him tight.
"Please, please let me stay with you tonight." Sebastian cried into Kurt's shoulder. His tears stained Kurt's shirt as he sobbed openly.
"Of course." Kurt cradled Sebastian in his arms. "Of course you can stay."
Sebastian didn't wait for anything else to be said. He picked Kurt up in his arms and carried him upstairs. He refused to let him go, not even for a second. He managed to open the bedroom door with one hand, walk through, shut and lock it quickly, with Kurt still in his arms. Sebastian dropped his bag along the way, toed off his running shoes, and only when he knew he would need to take off his jacket, did he let go of Kurt, putting him down on the bed.
Sebastian stripped down to his underwear, needing to feel Kurt's body against him. He climbed beneath the blankets and pulled Kurt to him. He looked into Kurt's eyes - wide and caring, but not scared. He looked over Kurt's green shirt and knew what must lie beneath. He read all about it - the burning, the whipping, all of those scars were there, covered by this thin fabric barrier, and Sebastian needed to see. But he couldn't take it off him. Keeping those marks and brusies covered made Kurt feel safe. This thin t-shirt was armor to him. Sebastian balled his hands into fists looking at it. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to hit someone.
But not Kurt. Kurt he adored. Kurt he wanted to protect.
Kurt he loved.
He lay his head down on Kurt's chest. He felt Kurt run his fingers through his hair, trying to calm him. Sebastian closed his eyes, but the nightmare threatened to return. Instead, he ran his hands over Kurt's body, reminding himself that his beautiful Kurt was there with him, safe and sound.
"Sebastian," Kurt whispered. "Sebastian, honey. Please tell me what's wrong."
"I needed you," was all Sebastian could think of to say.
Sebastian caught sight of Kurt's wrist and the thin silvery scar that marred his skin. Sebastian grabbed it, pulling it to his eyes for a better look. Kurt tried to pull his hand out of Sebastian's grasp, but Sebastian wouldn't let go until he had studied it, seeing how it was formed, how thick it was, how deeply it cut through the skin.
Hot tears rushed down Sebastian's face anew. He brought Kurt's wrist to his mouth and kissed it gently with quivering lips.
Kurt sighed.
"You read the book," Kurt whispered.
"I didn't finish it," Sebastian admitted through tears.
"You know she wins," Kurt reassured him, running his fingers over Sebastian's scalp. "She gets free. He goes after her. In the end, she kills him...in the attic of their house."
Sebastian calmed a little, listening to Kurt's soothing voice as he continued to shush Sebastian gently.
"Is...is that how it happened?" Sebastian asked, his voice full of hope.
Kurt sighed and looked out the window.
"No," he replied quietly. "No, it's not."
Sebastian's heart shattered.
Sebastian couldn't stop himself when he started covering Kurt with kisses. He started at his wrist and traveled up his arm. He didn't try to lift Kurt's shirt, content to kiss him over the cotton fabric. He left as many tears as kisses as he traveled up and down Kurt's body. Kurt lay still at first, confused by Sebastian's reaction, overwhelmed by his obvious pain. A small part of him froze with fear, bad memories surfaced of being pinned to his bed in the dark.
But Sebastian's whimpers were unmistakable. The murmured 'I'm sorry's, the broken humming against his skin - they all belonged to the gorgeous man who had tried so hard to put the broken pieces of Kurt back together. When Sebastian finally made his way back to kiss Kurt's mouth, a string of promises tumbled from his lips.
"I'll never hurt you, Kurt." Sebastian sniffled as he kissed Kurt's skin. "I promise, I'll never lay a hand on you in anger. Never. I'll protect you, always, Kurt. Always."
"I know," Kurt said, cupping Sebastian's face in his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I know, sweetheart."
Sebastian couldn't stop. Kurt covered his mouth with his own to quiet him. More kisses over his face, his eyelids, along his hairline, and Sebastian finally calmed down enough to recognize that he had Kurt trapped beneath him. He rolled onto his back, taking Kurt with him, flipping their positions. Kurt laced his fingers with Sebastian's and held their hands down on the mattress, pinning him between his legs as he hovered over the man. Kurt kissed the trails of his tears, as well as the new tears that threatened to fall. He kissed him until Sebastian's breathing stopped catching in his throat, and the shuddering of his chest ceased. Kurt kissed Sebastian until his lips went dry, and his cheeks were sore from smiling.
Kurt kissed away the pain that brought Sebastian to his door. Kurt kissed Sebastian until his eyelids fought to stay open, his breathing evened out, and he drifted off to sleep with Kurt lying over him.
Sebastian only got three hours of sleep, but it was the most amazing three hours of sleep, wrapped in Kurt's arms. Sebastian's phone alarm went off, a strange high pitched tinkling noise that annoyed Sebastian so much he couldn't sleep through it. Kurt groaned, but the radiant smile on his face told Sebastian that he had gotten an amazing night's sleep as well.
"Do you feel any better?" Kurt asked, kissing Sebastian's forehead. Sebastian felt guilty receiving comfort from Kurt. Here he was - unbroken, unbruised, never struck or beaten a day in his life. He had shown up in tears on Kurt's doorstep in the middle of the night, and Kurt had taken him in, taken care of him.
"Yes," Sebastian said with a smile, clamping a playful hand onto Kurt's ass. "I feel much better."
Kurt rolled his eyes, which sparkled in the low light as he looked at Sebastian. Kurt didn't judge him. He didn't care about the what or the why that had brought Sebastian to his door. He only cared that Sebastian had come to him, and had spent the night lying beneath him.
Kurt looked positively ecstatic. Sebastian wanted to chuckle at the joy on his face.
This was what Sebastian wanted for his future - every day waking up in Kurt's arms.
The fact that falling in love with Kurt had happened so quickly scared the crap out of him.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Sebastian's torso, and kissed along his neck, humming happily.
"Go take a shower," Kurt commanded, bouncing off the bed and limping across the floor. "I'll make breakfast."
Sebastian watched Kurt crawl off the bed with an energy that he didn't understand.
"Kurt, honey," Sebastian called, trying to stop him, "you don't..."
"Can't hear you," Kurt interrupted, hobbling out the door.
Sebastian laughed at his adorable boyfriend. He had to work hard not to think about the story he had read last night, Kurt's story. He almost had to keep himself from blinking so as not to picture that faceless monster and all the horrible things he had done to Kurt.
Sebastian grabbed his duffel and went to the bathroom. Kurt's bathroom had to be the cleanest bathroom he had ever seen. He marveled over it every time he saw it. In fact, clean wasn't an appropriate word to describe it. Immaculate fit the bill much better. The whole room was white to boot. The first time Sebastian saw the room, he was afraid to even wash his hands. He found himself wiping down the sink and scrubbing the toilet bowl every time he used it.
It was such a treat showering in a place that never seemed to run out of hot water, and where a magical thing called water pressure existed. The best thing about showering at Kurt's house had to be using all of his various products. This way, Sebastian smelled like Kurt for the rest of the day.
Sebastian stood with his hands resting against the tile, leaning with his arms locked as he pressed his weight into the wall, letting the water fall over his back. The heat worked at the knots in his muscles, loosening his stiff joints. It felt good, but it didn't really help him relax. The rushing water thundered in his ears so that he barely registered the sound of the bathroom door opening, and then clicking shut. With his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to clear his mind, he didn't notice when the lights dimmed.
He did feel the hand that touched him gently, and ran slowly down the curve of his spine.
Sebastian smiled.
"Hello, gorgeous," Sebastian said. He wasn't sure what Kurt had planned, but whatever it was, he couldn't wait.
"If I asked you for a favor," Kurt asked quietly, "would you do it for me?"
Kurt's sultry voice surprised Sebastian, and he smiled even wider.
"Anything for you, gorgeous," Sebastian replied.
"Stay the way you are," Kurt requested. "Don't move your hands, or open your eyes."
Sebastian laughed fondly.
"If that's what you want."
Sebastian heard Kurt pull aside the curtain and step inside the shower. Kurt put his hands on Sebastian's back, dragging his nails slowly from his shoulders to his hips, and then back again. Sebastian moaned, arching his back at the delicious sensation. Keeping his hands in place and his eyes closed became torture as he imagined his incredible boyfriend, who had joined him in the shower and stood a mere foot behind him, completely naked.
Kurt closed the distance between them and pressed his naked front against Sebastian's wet and overheated back. Sebastian threw his head back, but kept his eyes closed.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian groaned. "Oh, God, Kurt! You're going to kill me!"
Kurt giggled.
With the slippery water falling between them, Sebastian felt every part of Kurt pressed against him - his muscular legs, his flat stomach, his gloriously sculpted chest, and his magnificently hard cock, wedged perfectly between the cheeks of Sebastian's ass.
Kurt reached for the soap and lathered his hands. Sebastian felt Kurt's fingertips slide up his chest, stopping for a moment to trace lazy circles around his sensitive nipples. Sebastian rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, enjoying the sensation of Kurt lavishing attention on his body. Kurt's hands traveled down Sebastian's stomach, and one hand gripped his hip, the other settled over his cock.
Sebastian moaned low in his throat, praying that Kurt would wrap his beautiful long fingers around his aching cock.
"Do you mind?" Kurt asked sweetly. He took Sebastian's cock in his hand and started to stroke slowly.
"Mind?" Sebastian laughed. "Sweetheart, you can do that whenever and wherever you want."
"Wherever?" Kurt asked with a grin.
"Yup," Sebastian groaned as Kurt tightened his grip and moved his hand a little quicker. "Grocery stores, churches, bus stops, funerals, sporting events, children's birthday parties..."
Kurt laughed out loud.
"I think I get the picture," Kurt said with a chuckle.
Sebastian wanted to move against Kurt, to feel that beautiful cock rutt between his cheeks, but he didn't know how to ask. He promised not to move, and he wouldn't. Every step forward with Kurt was an exercise in not fucking up.
He didn't have to ask, though. Slowly, ever more slowly than he would have, Kurt began to move, his hips sliding up and down, slowly dragging his hard cock over the crack of Sebastian's ass, brushing just barely over his entrance.
Sebastian was a top. He'd always been a top. But this attention to his entrance, this light teasing over his hole, had him imagining being topped by Kurt, having Kurt be his first.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian moaned, his voice broken and higher than normal. Kurt rested his forehead against Sebastian's back, biting his lip as he let Sebastian's voice ring through his ears.
"You know," Kurt started, whispering seductively, "you really do have an amazing body. I'm so lucky to call you mine."
Sebastian gasped.
"I feel the same way," Sebastian confessed. "I feel...oh God, Kurt...so lucky to call you mine..."
Tiny rivulets of water fell over Sebastian's body in the most erotic way. He felt Kurt kiss down his spine, caressing his skin with the flat side of his tongue. Sebastian felt so relaxed and yet so on edge.
"God, Kurt," Sebastian shivered with every pass of Kurt's hand. "I want you so bad. You're so amazing...so beautiful."
"But, you can't see me," Kurt joked, but his voice hitched, breaking as he chased his own orgasm.
"I don't have to see you, Kurt." Sebastian felt heat coiling within him, waiting to spring free. "I memorized every inch of you the first time I met you."
Sebastian heard Kurt gasp. He felt Kurt's hips stutter against him, felt him spill over his skin. That feeling of heat and abandon, the slight falter of Kurt's hand as he fought to continue stroking Sebastian sent him spiraling towards completion. Kurt's small gasps, his breathy moans, and the feeling of his body pressed close, pushed Sebastian to the brink. He came, his arms almost failing beneath his weight, Kurt wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him from slipping.
Sebastian inhaled deeply, trying to steady his breathing, the need to turn and take Kurt into his arms too strong.
"I...I want to see you," Sebastian said with a shuddering breath. He felt Kurt smiling against his skin.
"Not today, love. Maybe soon...but, not today."
Sebastian sighed, staying perfectly still so that Kurt could step out of the shower without Sebastian seeing him. Kurt kissed Sebastian's back gently, and a moment later, Sebastian heard the curtain slide open and felt Kurt leave, stepping out of the shower quickly. Sebastian decided he wouldn't move until he heard the door open and shut. He felt something cold and hard touch his hand. He reached around and took the object from Kurt's outstretched hand. When the lights became bright again and the door clicked shut, Sebastian opened his eyes to see the object he held - a tiny rounded tumbler of orange juice. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. He emptied the glass in one breath, and begrudgingly turned off the water.
Sebastian dressed in the bathroom, not eager to leave the warm confines of the cozy room. He rubbed his head vigorously with the fluffy white towel Kurt had left for him. He stepped out with his duffel, and saw Kurt leaving the bedroom, dressed back in his gray flannel lounge pants but with a new white t-shirt, his hair still damp, but perfectly styled.
Sebastian chuckled when he saw how primped and perfect his boyfriend could manage to look at this hour of the morning. Kurt smiled when he heard Sebastian laugh, walking up to him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Sebastian eyed the doors to the two rooms he had yet to see.
"Kurt?" Sebastian continued to dry his hair with the towel, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "What are these other doors?"
"Hmm?" Kurt looked at the doors as if just noticing their existence. "Well, the one all the way at the end goes to the attic. I keep it locked because the first year I lived here I had bats."
"Eww," Sebastian commented.
"Yeah, not fun..." Kurt eyed the remaining door. "And that room..." Kurt sighed, "is where I keep the dead bodies."
Sebastian knew Kurt had to be joking, but he said it so calmly, so seriously, it gave Sebastian a moment to pause.
"Really?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt laughed, but the smile on his face did not reach his eyes.
"Sort of," Kurt said. He sighed deeply. "It's just full of old ghosts. I keep it locked so I don't have to deal with them." Kurt left it at that.
Kurt pulled Sebastian down the hall and down the stair case, leading him to the kitchen.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian said. "I'm going to run late if I stay for breakfast."
"No, you won't," Kurt said with a superior grin. "I called for the car. It will be here in half an hour."
Sebastian smirked.
"Madeline's going to have it out for you after this, you know."
"Eh, she needs to earn her keep," Kurt said as he went to the warmer and dished out a plate of eggs and sausage, and a homemade cinnamon bun. "Besides, I made extra. You can give her some as a peace offering."
Kurt sat at the table with Sebastian, nibbling on his own cinnamon bun as he watched Sebastian eat. Kurt smiled to himself, happy to have someone to cook for again.
Kurt chewed thoughtfully, his mind wandering on a subject he wanted to broach. He just didn't know how. He couldn't remember discussing it with anyone else.
"What's up, gorgeous?" Sebastian asked, taking his empty plate to the sink to wash it.
"Uh, nothing really." Kurt put his own plate down and folded his hands in his lap. "I just...there was something I wanted to say, but I'm not really sure it's breakfast conversation."
Sebastian chuckled as he dried the Wedgewood plate and put it back with the others.
"Well, unless you're going to talk about getting something lanced, I'm pretty sure you're okay." Kurt made a face as Sebastian pulled out the chair next to him and sat in it.
"Go ahead, sweetheart."
Kurt sighed.
"I just wanted you to know...in case you were wondering...that I'm clean."
Sebastian would have laughed at how cute Kurt looked when he was flustered if Sebastian hadn't remembered what Kurt said about being in the hospital. An accident, he had said. After reading the manuscript Sebastian knew that had been a little white lie. Kurt had been put in the hospital by his boyfriend? His lover? Sebastian didn't know for sure.
He did know the hospital had run a rape kit. That's how Kurt had known.
He said he hadn't had a boyfriend since then, and Sebastian believed him.
"Thanks for telling me," Sebastian said, smiling at the implication. "Just so you know," Sebastian continued, "so am I."
Kurt looked into Sebastian's eyes, asking silently for an explanation.
"Before I left school, I was in a kind-of sorta relationship." Sebastian looked down at Kurt's lap where he nervously thrummed his fingers against the back of his hand. He didn't want to go into details about the guy he was sucking off so that he didn't need to attend classes. "I found out later that the guy was a pretty huge man-whore."
Kurt laughed, his face turning red.
"Anyway, I needed to know...you know?"
Kurt nodded.
"I'll do it again, though," Sebastian rushed to say. "If you want to come with me, and see the results in person, I..."
Kurt shook his head.
"No, no, that's okay." Kurt looked uncomfortable with the conversation, and just wanted it to end.. "I believe you."
They heard a car pull up outside. The driver leaned on their horn. Kurt winced, wondering how many of his neighbors she woke with that display.
"That's Madeline," Kurt said, grabbing a plain, brown paper bag off the kitchen counter and handing it to Sebastian.
"Now, these are for Madeline. Go play nice and I'll see you at two." Kurt stood and kissed Sebastian, delicately capturing his lower lip between his own, sucking lightly until Sebastian tried to sit back down and take Kurt with him.
"No, no," Kurt taunted. "Go to work, and you can have me later."
Sebastian shivered at those words, smiling wider than he could ever remember smiling.
"You've got to be kidding me, man!" Madeline whined as Sebastian climbed into the car. "You have to be fucking kidding me!"
"Hey," Sebastian said, handing over the bag, "don't blame me. I didn't call you."
Madeline opened the bag and smiled.
"Are these Hummel's homemade cinnamon buns?" she cooed, looking at the gooey rolls piled on top of each other.
"Yup," Sebastian said. "I see you're familiar with them."
"Dude, you are so lucky," Madeline crowed. "He never makes these. You are a well kept man."
Sebastian relaxed in the back seat of the town car, looking back at the upstairs window of the house where Kurt sat at his desk looking over his manuscript. He looked down at the car, still parked at the curb, and blew Sebastian a kiss.
"Yeah," Sebastian agreed. "I think I am."
At two o'clock, Sebastian pulled up outside Kurt's house. He gathered up Kurt's envelopes and bounded for the front door. It opened before Sebastian even reached it. A detached and unamused Kurt stood in the doorway, silently appraising Sebastian. A sinfully tight white button down shirt clung to his torso, paired with an equally tight pair of black jeans. A silvery blue scarf draped loosely around Kurt's neck.
"You're late," Kurt said, his voice icy and hard.
Sebastian stopped short, feeling as if he had been slapped in the face.
"Kurt..." Sebastian started, confused at the change in Kurt's demeanor.
"Excuse me?" Kurt said, stepping out slightly. Sebastian stepped back a bit as Kurt advanced into his personal space. Kurt's cold, unimpressed expression was betrayed by the teasing glint in his eyes and Sebastian realized that Kurt, his Kurt, was role playing with him.
Sebastian's sly, crooked half-grin emerged as he pushed Kurt back toward the house.
"Well, princess," he retorted, "why don't you just sign for these then, and I'll be out of your hair."
Kurt huffed, trying hard to bite back a smile as he grabbed his packages and tossed them onto the little table by the door. Sebastian held out the digital pad, shaking it obnoxiously in front of Kurt's face.
"You're insufferable," Kurt barked.
"Yeah, well, you're a bitch," Sebastian growled. Kurt's head snapped up, his face flushed, his eyes wide. "Can I have my pad back please? I have other packages to deliver."
Kurt finished signing his name and thrust the device back into Sebastian's hands.
"There," he said.
Sebastian winked.
"Thanks again, princess." He pivoted on his heel and began to walk away. He took three steps, and then turned back, seeing Kurt still standing in the door way.
"Actually," Sebastian said smoothly. "I do have one more package to deliver."
"Really?" Kurt said, trying to maintain his ice queen persona, but faltering a little at the sight of a swaggering Sebastian, the full force of his mega-watt smile aimed at Kurt, and a rather impressive hard-on pressing against the zipper of his shorts, visible even with the shirt of his uniform pulled down over it. Kurt swallowed.
Sebastian walked Kurt back into the house and shut the door. Putting the digital pad down, he grabbed Kurt, one hand around his waist, and the other grabbing roughly at his ass. His first instinct was to push Kurt up against the wall, to force him there with his own body pressing against his, but he couldn't.
He held back when he kissed him, ashamed of his own fantasies about being rough with Kurt.
"Sebastian?" Kurt gasped. "I'm not delicate."
"What baby?" Sebastian said as he slowly slid his tongue down Kurt's neck.
"I know what you're doing." Kurt pushed Sebastian back a bit. "And I appreciate you being so gentle with me..."
"But," Sebastian prompted gently.
"I'm not going to break," Kurt assured him. "Sweet and slow is nice, but I want to feel you, Sebastian..." Kurt looked into Sebastian's green eyes, lust blown and sparkling. "I want you to put me up against the wall."
A damn broke somewhere in Sebastian's psyche. He pushed Kurt harder than he intended, and when he did, he immediately stopped, watching Kurt's face for any sign of fear...but there was none. Kurt pulled Sebastian toward him, looping his arms around his neck, threading his long fingers into Sebastian's hair, kissing him hard on the mouth. Sebastian moaned. He grabbed Kurt's left leg and lifted it to wrap around his hip, slotting his own hard cock against Kurt's. Kurt groaned into Sebastian's mouth at the feeling.
"Yes," Kurt whimpered, "yes, yes..."
The old Sebastian Smythe came out to play, undoing the button of Kurt's pants and shoving his hand down the back to cup Kurt's ass.
"God, Kurt," he chanted into Kurt's mouth. "God, you're so gorgeous."
Sebastian moved against Kurt, pinned against the wall and squirming.
"Am...am I really a bitch?" Kurt asked, panting as Sebastian sucked a mark onto Kurt's shoulder.
"Yeah," Sebastian said against his skin, "but, it's really hot."
Kurt bucked slowly against Sebastian, tightening the hold of his leg around his hip as he absorbed Sebastian's dominating touch.
"Someday, Kurt," Sebastian continued in broken gasps against Kurt's neck, "someday I get to fuck you, right? Please, tell me I do."
Sebastian heard Kurt gasp, and moved to pull away, wanting to make sure that Kurt hadn't taken his words the wrong way. Kurt held him, grabbing his ass in his hand and pulling him tighter against him.
"Yes," Kurt wailed. "Yes, you do! Someday soon, yes..."
Sebastian felt himself come hard and fast at the wanton sound of Kurt's voice. Kurt followed him, his body convulsing, trapped between Sebastian and the wall. Sebastian smiled as he held Kurt, cradling him against his own body as he shook and trembled, mumbling adorable nonsense that sounded a lot like Sebastian's name.
"God," Sebastian panted, his breath warm against Kurt's neck, "do we get to do that every day?"
"Or something close," Kurt agreed, laughing. "Now, let's get you cleaned up so you can get back to work."