A/N: Warning for anxiety and oral sex.
Sebastian longed to get to Kurt again. After their afternoon rendez-vous, Sebastian's mind always found its way back to thoughts of Kurt - his deliciously red kiss-swollen lips, his fire and ice sapphire eyes, his beautifully sculpted body hugged by sinfully skin-tight clothes.
Sebastian's mind replayed over and over in his head that moment when Kurt asked him to play rough. Once Kurt had shut the front door and Sebastian sat in his truck, his mind wandered to the memory Kurt's body trembling, helpless, as Sebastian pinned him against the wall, held him and squeezed him, rutting against him until he fell apart in his arms.
Kurt's need to feel Sebastian made Sebastian literally hungry to see his boyfriend. Sebastian never dreamed he would see this side to Kurt - this playful Kurt who teased him, who begged him to pin him up against a wall while Sebastian had his way with him, the one that might let old Sebastian come out and play from time to time.
Sebastian knew he would have to tread carefully into these new waters, and go only at Kurt's speed, but the thought of his Kurt as a hot-blooded vixen made Sebastian's blood boil.
Sebastian stopped off at his apartment after his shift to shower and change into a new outfit. Then he repacked his duffel for his night with Kurt.
His night with Kurt.
He smiled every time he thought about spending the night with Kurt.
Back in high school and college, one-night stands were Sebastian's addiction - his sex life's bread and butter. He loathed men spending the night, detested the thought of anyone sleeping in his bed. He never wanted a physical connection that extended passed an orgasm. He didn't cuddle, barely kissed, and no one ever heard from him the morning after.
Sebastian thought back on the man he was and realized he'd been an ass.
As guilty as he could manage to feel for the way he treated these naive victims of Sebastian's insatiable appetite, it wouldn't have mattered. He couldn't really feel apologetic for acting like a heartless lothario. As it turned out, the love of Sebastian's life truly did exist.
His angel.
His Kurt.
Kurt invited Madeline and her boyfriend to join them on their date to make up for waking her so early in the morning. Sebastian started to think that Kurt might actually have a soft spot for the busty redhead, regardless of how many times he complained about her inappropriate behavior.
Madeline drove them in the town car. They picked Sebastian up at his apartment at 8:00 to grab dinner before they hit the club. Sebastian met them by the curb. He knew Kurt cared about him. He wasn't sure whether or not Kurt loved him. Either way, the fear of Kurt seeing Sebastian's apartment forced him out onto the sidewalk at 7:45 to insure that Kurt wouldn't try to come up to his place.
Madeline - dressed in the shortest possible red plaid school girl skirt, white thigh high stockings, and black patent leather platform Mary Janes - bounced giddily on the arm of a mountainous, muscular man; an MMA fighter named Justice. Madeline and Justice, which Sebastian was surprised to discover was not the man's stage name, had been dating for the passed seven years. Sebastian watched them interact over dinner, and marveled at how perfectly they fit together. Where Madeline flirted shamelessly and her mouth seemed to have no filter, this bizarrely calm and incredibly intimidating muscle man was fair minded, well spoken, and polite.
Sebastian also couldn't help but notice that they were the epitome of being in love.
They decided to end the night at the same club where Kurt and Sebastian had first run into each other. Spotting Kurt on the dance floor had become one of Sebastian's favorite fantasies, except in his mind, the evening ended in a different way. Sebastian would find a way to dance with Kurt, cast be damned.
The moment they walked through the door of the club, Madeline dragged her boyfriend to the dance floor. Kurt laughed as he watched the petite woman commanding the massive man.
"I'm going to get a table." Kurt yelled so Sebastian could hear him over the music.
Sebastian nodded.
"I'm going to get a drink."
Kurt kissed Sebastian on the cheek sweetly before making his way through the crowd to a table with a view of the dance floor.
The same blond man Sebastian saw tending bar the first two times he came there was there again tonight, drying wet glasses and mugs with a white dish towel. Sebastian didn't know much about the man except his name - Sam, that he seemed to be straight, he liked working without a shirt on underneath his leather vest, and he mostly spoke to the customers through mediocre impressions. He seemed cool regardless, and he definitely noticed everything.
"So," the bartender said as Sebastian approached, "I see you found your friend."
It took Sebastian a minute to remember that while he had sulked at the bar, waiting for Kurt, that Sam, a la Sean Connery, had struck up a conversation with him.
"Yeah..." Sebastian said with a nod. Feeling a sudden urge to clarify, he added, "actually, more than friends now."
"Really?" the man responded with a genuine smile while he mixed Sebastian's drink. "Congratulations. Though I have to admit I'm surprised. Judging by the guys he hangs with, I didn't see you as being his type."
Sam slid the glass to Sebastian, who took it with a grateful nod.
"Really?" Sebastian smirked. "And what is his type?"
"I don't know..." The bartender looked thoughtful as he turned around and replaced the rum. "Short guys, dark hair, usually curly. Like those guys he was dancing with the first time you were here."
Sebastian's smile faltered as he remembered that night, and those two greasy, dark-haired men with the roaming hands.
"What?" Sebastian started to feel sick. "All the time?"
"Exclusively," Sam replied. "At least since I've been here, and that must be..." The bartender rolled his eyes as he thought, "...going on two years now."
Sebastian looked down into his drink as he considered this information, his smile disappearing.
"But, hey," the bartender said, leaning over the bar and putting a hand on Sebastian's arm,"I'm glad he's got you. You seem like a nice guy, and to tell you the truth, it was kind of sad watching him every Monday. Some of those guys he hit on were real ass hats."
The bartender slid a Shirley Temple across the bar for Kurt, throwing Sebastian a wink.
"Thanks, man," Sebastian said, taking the drinks and moving through the small crowd of people to get to the table where Kurt sat, watching Madeline and her boyfriend move together on the dance floor.
Kurt looked up as Sebastian sat, reaching out for his drink, a blush coloring his cheeks when he realized Sebastian knew his drink order.
"You know," Sebastian began, "I just had a very interesting conversation with the bartender."
"You mean Sam?" Kurt asked, smiling passed him to the man wiping down the bar.
"Yeah," Sebastian continued. "I told him we're together now."
Kurt smiled and took Sebastian's hand.
"What did you guys talk about?" Kurt sipped his drink, picking up a cherry and popping it in his mouth, stem and all. Sebastian watched Kurt curiously as Kurt moved his mouth around the fruit. When Kurt swallowed and reached back up to his lips with his fingers to remove the stem, he plucked it from his mouth, tied in a perfect knot.
Sebastian stopped breathing and swallowed hard. Kurt giggled at Sebastian's wide eyes.
"You were saying?" Kurt said, depositing the knotted stem onto his napkin.
"Uh..." Sebastian found he had lost his place. "Actually, we were talking about you."
Kurt smiled.
"Me?" Kurt said, reaching for another cherry. "What about me?"
Sebastian's eyes followed Kurt's fingers as he twirled the cherry on its stem between two delicate fingers.
"He said that he didn't think I was your type."
Kurt smirked.
"Really?" Kurt said incredulously, dunking the cherry into the carbonated drink.
"Yeah." Sebastian suddenly felt inexplicably bitter. "He said that when you came here, you only danced with one type of guy. Short men, with dark, curly hair..."
Kurt's smile disappeared. Kurt left the cherry submersed in his drink, lifting his fingers to his lips to suck off the last drops of soda. Sebastian wanted to kick himself. Why did Sebastian care as long as Kurt was with him now?
Kurt turned to find Madeline on the dance floor, slow dancing with Justice even though the rapid pace of the music hadn't changed. They swayed, looking deep into each other's eyes. Kurt's eyes misted over as he watched them.
"You know," Sebastian tried to make his voice sound softer, less offended. "You never really explained this ritual to me."
Kurt sighed and pulled his iPhone out of his pocket. Sebastian's face blanched, fearing for a moment that Kurt was calling another car to come take him home.
"Kurt," Sebastian said apologetically, "please, I..."
"You wanted an explanation," Kurt said, looking at the time on his iPhone screen. "Ha," he chuckled humorlessly. "Perfect timing."
Kurt put his phone on the table and looked at it, apparently expecting it to do something.
Sebastian looked at the phone, than at Kurt.
"What..."
"Wait for it." Kurt watched his phone. At ten o'clock exactly, his phone chirped, and a message alert appeared on the screen. Kurt slid the phone across the table to Sebastian. Sebastian looked at the phone, raising a brow.
"Read it," Kurt prompted. "I already know what it's going to say."
Sebastian opened the text message.
From: Blaine Anderson
Hoping you're okay. If you need anything, please, just call.
- B
The thumbnail that accompanied the message on the screen was a picture of young Kurt in a tuxedo jacket with a plastic, gold-colored crown on his head, his arms wrapped around a shorter young man, with dark curly hair. The short man also wore a tuxedo. The two of them smiled at the camera that took their picture, their young faces glowing, neither one with a care in the world.
Sebastian stared at the picture, and the message, reading it over and over until he had it memorized.
"Is this him?" Sebastian asked, huffing out a frustrated breath through his nose. "Is this the asshole that hurt you?"
Kurt smiled sadly.
"He hurt me," Kurt said, pulling the phone back towards him, erasing the message. "But no, he's not the one you're angry at."
"Who is he?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt sighed.
"He was my first boyfriend," Kurt explained. "My first love, my first...everything..."
Sebastian looked down at his drink, fiddling with the small straw, stirring the ice cubes in his cup until they became a blur.
"What did he do?" Sebastian asked, not looking back into Kurt's eyes.
"He cheated on me." Kurt pocketed his phone. "Broke my heart."
Sebastian took a long sip of his drink, draining half the glass.
"Forgive me," Sebastian said, his voice tight, "but you look like you still love him."
Kurt looked taken back.
"I think that maybe I still love the idea of him," Kurt explained quietly. "First love and all that. I'm a hopeless romantic." Kurt swallowed, closing his eyes as he recalled the memories of his life with Blaine. "We had planned our whole lives together, our wedding, where we were going to retire..."
When Kurt opened his eyes, they focused passed Sebastian, passed the bar, on some point in the distance.
"Being with him wasn't all bad," Kurt struggled to say. "There will always be a place for him in my heart."
Kurt sniffled, fighting back tears.
"But he cheated on me. That's unacceptable."
Sebastian gazed up at his boyfriend and sighed. His beautiful angel frowned, his pale face a mask of hurt and sorrow, brought on by bittersweet memories and fueled by Sebastian's bruised pride. Sebastian felt like a heel. Tonight was supposed to be about the two of them. He'd suggested it, for Christ's sake. Kurt would have probably been content to stay at home, wrapped around Sebastian's body, lying in bed, watching campy musicals, and kissing all night long.
That suddenly sounded like an amazing idea. Sebastian longed for that kind of evening.
"How long has he been sending you this text message?" Sebastian whispered, trying to sound like a supportive boyfriend and not a jealous ass.
"Every Monday since we broke up," Kurt said, sipping his drink.
"Have you ever thought of telling him to stop?" Sebastian said it before he could stop himself. He really had to stop with the rum.
"I..." Kurt retreated, head down, lips drawn into a tight line, eyes closed. "I wouldn't know what to say..."
'How about, fuck off, asshole?' Sebastian thought. 'That sounds like a good start.'
"I think he needs to send it," Kurt rationalized. "I think he feels guilty. After he cheated on me, I started dating..."
Kurt stopped short, almost biting his tongue to keep from talking.
Sebastian understood. If Blaine hadn't cheated, Kurt wouldn't have dove headlong into an abusive relationship.
Sebastian found that, much to his disliking, he couldn't hate Blaine.
He just never wanted to hear about him again.
Sebastian watched Kurt fiddling with the cuff of his button down shirt, but it wasn't the cuff Kurt fiddled with. It was the scar. He ran his thumb over it as he sat, head bowed. Watching him silently running his finger over it, Sebastian's heart stung.
Sebastian got up from his seat. He extended a hand to Kurt.
"Dance with me?" Sebastian asked quietly. Kurt looked at Sebastian's hand.
Kurt wanted to move past this. He wanted to move forward...with Sebastian.
Taking his hand would be the first step.
Kurt slipped his hand smoothly into Sebastian's. Sebastian sighed at the soft touch of Kurt's skin against his. Sebastian led Kurt to the dance floor, where a slower song played. Madeline and Justice didn't seem to notice. They hadn't left each other's embrace since the moment they had stepped on the floor.
Sebastian pulled Kurt into his arms. Kurt put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, and Sebastian held Kurt's other hand over his own heart. Kurt rested his forehead against Sebastian's and sighed, swaying slowly, leaning into Sebastian's embrace.
Kurt's expression barely changed. Sebastian bit his lip, longing to see Kurt smile again.
"Kurt?" Sebastian held Kurt a little tighter. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you."
The corner of Kurt's mouth tipped slightly into a shy grin.
"I mean, this was your life before I showed up. I have no right to question how you live it."
"I think you're jealous," Kurt teased, his voice still sad.
"Who wouldn't be?" Sebastian teased back. "My gorgeous boyfriend has a stalker! How do I compete with that?"
Kurt's smile grew.
"You don't compete," he said quietly.
Kurt looked into Sebastian's emerald eyes.
"You accept the fact that you've won."
Sebastian breathed in sharply, the teasing tone gone from Kurt's voice.
Sebastian suddenly needed to kiss his Kurt.
He gathered Kurt closer and laid claim to his lips, cradling his head in one hand as he kissed him breathless. Kurt hummed happily into Sebastian's mouth, startled at first by the sharp taste of rum, but he pushed that aside when he recognized that this kiss, agressive and dominant, was also warm and tender.
Sebastian carefully nibbled Kurt's lips - top lip first, then bottom. Kurt's ragged breaths tickled Sebastian's skin and he smiled.
Sebastian didn't release Kurt, didn't let him move an inch. They swayed to the music, pressed as close together as they could get. Sebastian practically carried Kurt in one arm around the floor.
"Are you ever going to tell me who the asshole is who hurt you?" Sebastian asked, caught up in his need to protect Kurt, to claim him, to keep him safe.
"No," Kurt said with a soft smile.
"Why not?" Sebastian asked.
"Because," Kurt said, ghosting over Sebastian's lips with his own, kissing gently between breaths, "someone needs to protect you, too."
When the night came to a close, both Sebastian and Justice carried their dates to the car. Kurt's ankle started to sting after their fourteenth turn around the floor. Madeline needed to get to work early in the morning. Overwhelmed by her long day, she fell asleep the moment Justice swept her into his arms.
Justice drove the town car back to Kurt's place. Sebastian lounged in the back seat with Kurt cradled against him, breathing softly with his eyes closed. Sebastian smiled at Kurt's beautiful face, so peaceful in sleep, so calm and carefree.
Kurt woke when the town car pulled in front of his house.
"Thanks, Justice," he murmured, pecking the man gently on the cheek before exiting the car. Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise. He patted the man's muscular shoulder before grabbing his duffel and stepping out himself.
"Thanks again for inviting us along, guys," Justice said in his deep, gravelly voice. "We had a great time."
"Take care, Justice," Sebastian said with a wave. "Hope to see you again soon."
Justice nodded before pulling the car away. Sebastian caught up with Kurt who fiddled with his key in the lock.
"So..." Sebastian started as Kurt unlocked the door. "What was that kiss about?"
Kurt's eyebrows shot up as he looked at his boyfriend.
"Oh," Kurt said. "Justice and I have been friends since I moved here. He's the one who recommended the car service where Madeline works."
Kurt locked the door and set the alarm.
"When I first moved here, he worked for the moving company I hired. I kind of unloaded about some of my...problems. He used to come by sometimes to make sure I was okay."
Sebastian nodded, imagining for a moment a frightened, broken Kurt, moving to this house all alone. It comforted him to think that Kurt hadn't been completely alone when he first moved in; that there was someone Kurt could turn to when he was scared.
Sebastian wrapped his arms around Kurt, feeling his body pressed against him, his mouth urgently planting a trail of kisses along Kurt's neck.
"Do you forgive me?" Sebastian asked.
"Forgive you for what?" Kurt's eyelids fluttered closed as he leaned into the touch of Sebastian's mouth.
"For being a jealous, immature ass?" Sebastian ran his hands up Kurt's thighs, ghosting gently over Kurt's swiftly hardening cock on their way up to Kurt's stomach.
Kurt reached out an arm to brace himself against the wall.
"You're kind of cute," Kurt panted, slowly moving against Sebastian's body, "when you're an ass."
Sebastian moaned against Kurt's skin as he sucked a mark to match the one he had made earlier.
"Does that mean you still like me?" Sebastian brought his hand back down to Kurt's thighs, palming his cock through his jeans. Kurt bit his lip, leaning into the heat of Sebastian's palm.
"I...I think I more than like you, Sebastian," Kurt admitted.
Sebastian snaked his free hand around Kurt's waist, melting against Kurt's body as he moved against him.
"More than like me, hmm?" Sebastian whispered into Kurt's ear.
Sebastian unbuttoned Kurt's jeans, slipping a warm hand beneath the waistband to wrap his fingers around Kurt's cock, pumping slowly.
"Oh, Sebastian," Kurt groaned.
"Yes, baby." Sebastian purred low into Kurt's ear, feeling Kurt lose his grip on the wall. "Fall apart if you want to."
Kurt smiled.
"Not without you," Kurt whimpered.
"Upstairs?" Sebastian asked. Kurt, too far beyond saying anything intelligible, nodded instead. Sebastian gathered Kurt up, always too happy to carry Kurt in his arms, and carried him up the stairs.
"Is this becoming a thing with you?" Kurt laughed.
"Yes," Sebastian said without any more thought or explanation.
Sebastian put Kurt down carefully at the top of the stairs. Kurt tried to lead Sebastian to the bedroom, but Sebastian wouldn't follow, one hand roaming possessively over Kurt's body, the other hand gently stroking Kurt's cock. Sebastian pressed Kurt against the wall with his body, marking his creamy pale skin with small bites.
"Sebastian," Kurt whined, "if you don't stop...we're never going to make it..."
"I don't want to stop," Sebastian interrupted, his tongue swirling patterns over Kurt's neck, his lips sucking at him hungrily. "I want to do more, Kurt. I want more of you."
"What...what more do you want?" Kurt asked, bucking slowly into Sebastian's hand.
Sebastian panted, weighing his words.
"Do you trust me?" Sebastian asked, his hand tugging lightly at Kurt's soft, chestnut hair.
Kurt moaned as he chased the feeling of Sebastian's fingers carding through his hair.
"Yes," Kurt choked around another quiet moan as Sebastian twisted his wrist beneath the head of his cock.
"I want to taste you, Kurt," Sebastian pleaded.
Kurt gasped. Sebastian didn't give Kurt a chance to object before dropping to his knees in front of him. He pulled Kurt's jeans down a little farther. Kurt didn't stop Sebastian when he felt him palm his bare ass. He didn't move when Sebastian took a moment to appreciate Kurt's hard cock, standing at attention inches from his twinkling green eyes.
"Gorgeous," Kurt heard Sebastian exclaim quietly, feeling Sebastian's warm breath caress his sensitive skin. Kurt blushed, his head spinning. Sebastian was kneeling before him, languorously sweeping his eyes over his cock, and he had just called him gorgeous.
The first touch of Sebastian's soft lips to Kurt's skin seared him, like lightning striking his body, igniting every nerve, filling him with sparks, electricity racing over the network of his nerves. A gasp of pure pleasure slipped passed his lips and echoed down the hall. His legs threatened to give way the moment he felt the head of his cock hit the back of Sebastian's throat.
Sebastian's hands held him up, braced him against the wall to keep him from falling.
Sebastian sucked Kurt languidly, savoring the taste of him, reveling in the heavy feel of him against his tongue. He moved slowly, taking cues from Kurt's whimpers, searching out the spots that made Kurt moan. Sebastian felt Kurt's fingers as they threaded through his hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging gently. After the fifth slow suck, Sebastian pulled off of Kurt, gazing up into his face to gauge his reaction. Kurt's head rested against the wall, his face flushed a deep red, his lips parted, panting.
"Is that okay, gorgeous?" Sebastian asked. "Do you like that?"
"Please don't stop!" Kurt said so quickly it sounded like one word. "Just...don't stop!"
Sebastian smiled as he took Kurt back into his mouth. Kurt gifted him with another beautiful, high-pitched moan.
The darkened hallway added a touch of taboo to the erotic experience - like they were doing something forbidden, out here in the open. Out where they could get caught.
Where he could catch them.
Kurt froze at the errant thought. His skin prickled, hair standing on end. His instincts kicked in. He was ready to bolt, preparing to break free from Sebastian's glorious mouth and escape.
In his mind, behind eyes that saw nothing sinister waiting for him in the darkness, Kurt grew angry.
Angry that the memory of the man who turned him from Kurt Hummel, rising star, to Kurt Hummel, victim, could ruin this perfect moment for him. Angry at his body for reacting to the slightest thought of him. Kurt gritted his teeth against his own fight or flight reflexes. He reached out a shaky hand and switched on the light.
The shadows disappeared, the nightmares ran for cover, and the man on his knees moaned.
"God, yes, Kurt!" Sebastian murmured around him. "Let me see you, baby."
"Nngh!" Kurt moaned, enjoying the light bathing over him and the fluttering sensation of Sebastian's hair tickling his stomach.
Kurt felt himself coming undone. His fingernails dug into the wall behind him. He wanted to move, to buck his hips, to feel Sebastian's perfect, hot mouth move faster. Sebastian's hands had his hips pinned. He felt Sebastian smile around him. Sebastian hummed, taking Kurt in as far down his throat as he could and swallowed around him.
'Oh God,' Kurt thought. 'Oh no!'
Kurt gave Sebastian no warning when he came. It had taken Kurt completely by surprise. He closed his eyes to focus on the slide of Sebastian's tongue around his shaft, lapping lightly at his slit, and then traveling with tiny licks back to the base. When he opened his eyes, the world tilted, and his vision blurred. His body gave way to the feeling of Sebastian's throat clenching around the head of his cock. Kurt's nails scratched jagged lines into the lavender paint on the wall. His back arched, pushing further into Sebastian's throat. He heard Sebastian choke around his girth, but then a sound like a laugh hit his ears.
Not cruel or unfeeling, but genuine, sincere laughter.
Kurt was mortified. He didn't think Sebastian would get angry with him, or hurt him, but some tiny, niggling voice in his head told him that he didn't know for sure. Sebastian pulled away from Kurt with an amused grin on his swollen lips.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said as Sebastian rose to his feet, "I didn't mean...I should have warned you...I..."
"Shh," Sebastian said, kissing Kurt on the forehead. Sebastian leaned close to Kurt's ear.
"You taste like heaven," he whispered.
Kurt looked up at Sebastian in awe, blushing furiously.
How did Sebastian always know the perfect thing to say?
"Kiss me?" Kurt asked gently. Sebastian rubbed his nose tenderly against Kurt's.
"No," Sebastian teased, licking his lips. "All mine. And I don't share...even with you."
Kurt laughed, playfully swatting Sebastian on the arm.
"I think showering may be in order before we move on to round two," Sebastian suggested. "Who do you want to go first?"
Kurt looked at Sebastian through the fan of his lashes.
"If we can do what we did this morning, would you shower with me?" Kurt bit his lip, holding Sebastian's gaze as Kurt waited for him to respond.
Sebastian took Kurt's hand in his, lifting it to his lips.
"Of course." Sebastian kissed Kurt's hand, brushing his lips gently over his knuckles with the barest touch.
Sebastian climbed in the shower first, setting the water temperature as hot as he could stand, and positioning himself beneath the spray while he waited for Kurt.
Deciding to go down on Kurt had been a risk...a gamble...but it had paid off. Those musical moans, the subtle twitch of Kurt's muscles beneath Sebastian's fingers, the way Kurt had abandoned himself to Sebastian's mouth, and the way he tasted...Sebastian groaned at the memory. He replayed all these details in his mind as he waited for Kurt, and cursed at how riduclously fast he became hard.
Sebastian fought to stay still, to will away his hard-on without touching himself, hoping that Kurt might find a way to help him with the problem.
He felt Kurt before he heard him, wrapped up in his daydreams under the pelting water.
"We have to stop meeting like this," Sebastian said, hoping to hear Kurt's demure giggle.
Kurt smiled, kissing along the line of Sebastian's spine.
"Just...stay like this for me. Okay?" Kurt grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Squeezing a bit into his palm, he started to lather the shampoo through Sebastian's hair.
"Hmmm," Sebastian hummed as he felt Kurt's fingers working into his hair, massaging Sebastian's scalp, and rinsing it carefully so as to avoid any soapy water running down his face.
Next, Sebastian felt a soft, warm cloth run over his skin.
"Kurt," Sebastian sighed. "You're going to spoil me." Sebastian relaxed as Kurt continued to pamper him, stretching out his back with his hands crawling up the tile, arching his back like a cat.
"Maybe I like spoiling you," Kurt said. Kurt's eyes followed the line of Sebastian's spine as he stretched, chased the drops of water as they traveled down his smooth form, down over Sebastian's ass and his muscular legs.
Sebastian sucked in a quick breath as Kurt's movements over his body with the cloth became less like cleaning and more like caressing.
"Kurt?" Sebastian moaned as the cloth covered hand inched closer and closer to his aching cock. "Would you please touch me?"
Kurt licked a line up Sebastian's spine as he gently moved his hand over his growing length.
"Actually, I was hoping you might come back with me to the bedroom and help me with something."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He longed to turn around and see the expression on Kurt's face, but he had made a promise, and he would never break a promise to Kurt.
"Help you with what, darling?" Sebastian purred, moving his hips, looking for friction against the cloth in Kurt's hand.
Kurt took a deep, steadying breath.
"Can...can I see if you taste like heaven, too?"
Sebastian's breath caught in his throat. His mind race with images of Kurt, his perfect pink lips stretched over him, feeling the warmth of his mouth surround him. He reached a hand to grab Kurt's wrist, to stop his hand touching him before he came from his fantasizing alone.
"You don't have to, Kurt, if you don't..."
"I want to," Kurt said confidently. "You have no idea."
Sebastian was speechless. The 'yes' he so desperately wanted to utter stayed lodged in his throat.
Kurt kissed Sebastian, wrapping his arms around his waist and squeezing him gently.
"You know where I'll be when you make up your mind."
Kurt stepped quickly out of the shower...with Sebastian following only a second behind.
Sebastian didn't even dry himself off completely when he stepped out the bathroom and crossed the hall to Kurt's bedroom.
Kurt had dressed quickly, anticipating Sebastian's decision. Not wanting to be caught naked, he had tossed on a t-shirt and flannel pants, and sat waiting on the bed.
Kurt's eyes were the first thing Sebastian saw when he walked into the room. Hungry, wanting, and full of fire, they followed his body as he approached Kurt. Half way to the bed, Sebastian dropped his towel.
Kurt sucked in a breath through his teeth, his face coloring a bright pink that crept down his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt.
Kurt swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth.
He had seen Sebastian naked in the shower. Why was this different?
But Kurt knew the difference - they were in his bedroom, and Sebastian looked over Kurt's body as if Sebastian were a predator...and Kurt was something he was dying to eat.
"I admire the way you can walk around like that," Kurt confessed with a shaky voice as he looked over Sebastian's body shamelessly. "You seem so comfortable without your clothes."
"I have nothing to hide," Sebastian said, climbing over Kurt's body. He put his hands on Kurt's shoulders, pushing him down. "I have a feeling you don't have anything to hide, either, gorgeous. At least, not from me."
Kurt sighed, his eyes dropping, hooded with shame.
"Kurt," Sebastian said. "You are so beautiful. I don't know how many times I have to tell you."
Kurt's eyes slid one more time down Sebastian's body, and then stared at the white comforter. Sebastian bent low to catch Kurt's gaze.
"But I'll tell you every day...a hundred times a day...until I get you to believe it."
Kurt considered all the things he tried to hide, and how he had started to peel his facades away one piece at a time. He had exposed himself so much to Sebastian so far, and the incredible man still hadn't run away. Kurt decided to strip away one more. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and slipped them down his hips, bringing them over his leg and the cast on his foot, and tossed them away.
Sebastian smiled deviously as his eyes followed the movement, grazing over Kurt's bare legs, the definition of his muscles, the same flawless, pale skin as his face and neck, and in a few hidden areas, the disappearing shadows of long ago bruises, almost completely faded.
Maybe Kurt had forgotten.
Sebastian would never tell.
Sebastian grabbed Kurt's hips, burying his face over the bulge in Kurt's boxer briefs, running his mouth over the cotton fabric and blowing hot air over Kurt's cock.
"No, no, no," Kurt taunted with a half-hearted effort at pulling away. "Your turn."
"I don't know," Sebastian said, mouthing over Kurt's erection. "I'm kind of enjoying myself where I am."
Sebastian slipped his hands beneath Kurt's ass, pulling Kurt closer to his mouth.
"Sebastian!" Kurt tried to wiggle free, but Sebastian's hand had him locked against him.
Being trapped, unable to break free, was Kurt's greatest nightmare.
This experience was different. Kurt wanted Sebastian to trap him.
He trusted Sebastian.
Sebastian definitely knew how to turn Kurt into a quivering mess. Sebastian got high off of Kurt's breathy moans and fruitless struggles.
Sebastian nosed down the waistband of Kurt's boxer briefs, and took Kurt in his mouth again. He couldn't help himself. Everything about Kurt was delicious - the sounds he made, the taste of his skin, the way he moved against Sebastian's mouth.
He needed Kurt to cum one more time before he gave in and let Kurt take over.
"Sebastian," he heard Kurt whine, his voice breaking, his hands gripping at the blankets around them. "Sebastian...I..."
Kurt began to moan in earnest, and as much as Kurt fought to be free of Sebastian's grasp, his hips started to buck, burying himself deeper into Sebastian's mouth.
"Sebastian," Kurt repeated over and over, tossing his head from side to side, giggling at one point as he felt himself about to cum. "Yes, Sebastian! I..."
"I know, baby," Sebastian mumbled around Kurt's cock. "Cum for me, baby. Let me taste you again."
It was the vibration of Sebastian's voice around him that sent Kurt into a tailspin, cumming with a shudder down Sebastian's throat. Sebastian swallowed, taking him in greedily, not wanting to let him go, even when Kurt began to whimper, the sucking too much around his oversensitive cock.
With a reluctant sigh, and a kiss to Kurt's thigh, Sebastian released him.
"God," Kurt said, wobbling to get to his knees. "How many more times do you intend on doing that?" Kurt asked with a blissful smile on his face. He crawled beneath the covers, settling under the blankets.
"I haven't decided yet," Sebastian said with a wink, following Kurt, stretching out on his back beside him.
"Well," Kurt said, licking his lips as he ran his hands down Sebastian's body beneath the blanket. "It's your turn now, so no more distractions."
Kurt left a last, lingering kiss on Sebastian's lips before climbing beneath the blanket, crawling down Sebastian's body, to find his prize.
Sebastian felt Kurt's lips engulf him, the heat of his mouth so intense it was almost uncomfortable. Kurt's soft tongue swirled around his shaft, and Sebastian's eyes rolled back in his head. Kurt's technique lacked a bit of the finesse that Sebastian's had, but he had no intention of complaining. Kurt hesitated a bit as he licked lightly from the base of Sebastian's cock to the head, making Sebastian beg for more. Kurt's delicate and experimental sucks and strokes were too hot for words. Sebastian ached to snap his hips, to fuck into Kurt's perfect mouth, but this moment wasn't all about Sebastian's pleasure - it was about Kurt coming in to his own, taking control, and feeling safe expressing his sexuality.
Sebastian recognized all of this, knew that years of Kurt's life had been stolen by threats, pain, and fear. Sebastian was going to be good for Kurt.
He wanted to be a better man for Kurt.
Sebastian reached for Kurt beneath the blanket and ran a hand through his silky locks, tugging gently, running his rough fingertips over his scalp.
Sebastian felt Kurt suck harder, move more confidently. He found a pace he liked and fell into it. Sebastian cupped the back of Kurt's head with his hand, just enough to feel Kurt move. He reached behind him and grabbed at the pillow beneath his head, kneading the soft fabric with his restless hand.
What Sebastian thought might at first be awkward and uncomfortable soon crossed a line to torturously hot.
Sebastian bit his lip hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He moved the hand that kneaded senselessly at the pillow down over his own body. He always enjoyed the sensation of his own hand scratching along his own skin, but now he was wishing it was Kurt's soft skin caressing his chest and scratching over his nipples. He had no intention of interrupting Kurt in any way, not when he was so close.
"Kurt," Sebastian moaned, tugging lightly at Kurt's hair, "Kurt, I'm going to..."
Sebastian tugged lightly again, doing the gentlemanly thing and warning Kurt so he could pull off and finish him with his hand.
Sebastian didn't dream that Kurt would grab his ass in both hands and pull him with one thrust down his throat and swallow.
He realized then that his beautiful Kurt had no gag reflex.
Kurt held him tight in his hands, not letting Sebastian move as he swallowed around him.
"Kurt," Sebastian pleaded, his voice a breathy whine, not able to hold back anymore. Kurt giggled - how he had managed to giggle without choking Sebastian would never know. He didn't imagine it could be physiologically possible, but the vibrations from that musical high-pitched laugh tipped him over the edge. Sebastian came embarrasingly hard. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He had never felt a rush so intense as cumming down Kurt's throat.
Kurt's blessed mouth around Sebastian's cock was worth every other blowjob he'd ever had.
Kurt shyly emerged from beneath the blankets as soon as Sebastian went soft.
As soon as Kurt was within his reach, Sebastian grabbed him and held him, groaning into the crook of Kurt's neck.
"My Kurt," he moaned. "My amazing Kurt."
Kurt laughed.
"I take it you enjoyed that," he chuckled.
"What do you think?" Sebastian asked sarcastically, smiling against Kurt's skin.
"I think..." Kurt said with a shy smile, "that you taste like heaven, too."
Sebastian sighed. Kurt in his arms had become home. It was his only true happiness.
He knew that he would fight to the death to protect it, give everything he had to give.
"Is it alright if I spend the rest of the night kissing you?" Sebastian asked, cradling Kurt close. "And touching you?"
"I'm pretty sure it's a requirement now," Kurt said, looping his arms around Sebastian's neck and rolling him on top of his body, letting his weight settle over him, intent on kissing him through the night.