Justice drove Sebastian back to his apartment to pack up his things. He called Kurt on the way to let him know that he had decided to take him up on his offer. Not only that, Sebastian wanted to move in that day. Kurt unsure how to react, grabbed Madeline's hand and squeezed it tight. He had hoped against hope that Sebastian would reconsider. He jumped up and down on the balls of his feet as he listened to Sebastian talk, biting his lip so he wouldn't do anything too embarrassing.
By the time Sebastian had finished telling him how much he loved him, how he would feel better being a constant presence so he would know Kurt was safe, how it was all heading that way anyway regardless of some possible freakazoid stalker because all Sebastian really wanted to do was spend time with Kurt, Kurt was a happily blubbering mess.
Kurt tried several times to put together an appropriate response, but only succeeded in standing like a stone statute, mouth hanging comically agape. Madeline took the phone.
"What the fuck did you do, Sebastian?" she asked, bemused. "Propose?"
"Not yet," Sebastian said with a sly, teasing tone. "I'm moving in."
"Holy shit!" Madeline exclaimed, jumping up and down as well. "That's fantastic!"
"I would like to think so." Sebastian chuckled. "Can I talk to my boyfriend now?"
Madeline looked at Kurt, still shivering slightly with an elated, far away look in his deeply blue eyes.
"Uh...your boyfriend seems to have gone catatonic," Madeline said, placing a small kiss on the back of the hand she still held. "I'm going to have to take him to Nordie's and revive him. Men's department. Meet us there."
"Alright."
Madeline could hear Sebastian and Justice laughing over the line.
Madeline hung up the phone, slipping it into Kurt's jacket pocket. She took Kurt's other hand in her, catching Kurt's gaze as he finally returned to earth.
"He's moving in," Kurt said with quiet awe.
Madeline nodded, her smile growing to epic proportions.
"He is," she affirmed.
"He'll be living in my house..." he continued, as if he hadn't been clear the first time.
"Yup. Which means you guys are going to be having monumental amounts of sex." Madeline bit her lip, watching the play of emotions over Kurt's face. His blue-gray eyes went impossibly wide, his slight quivering smile suddenly fell, flushed porcelain skin went pale.
"I...I have nothing to wear!"
Madeline huffed out an incredulous laugh, looking down at the five bags Kurt had accumulated over the course of the afternoon.
"Nothing to wear, huh?" Madeline smiled wryly.
"No, not like that." Kurt squeezed her hands, pulling her closer to whisper in her ear. "To bed...w-with a man."
Madeline snickered like a teenager.
"You guys have been dating for a while now. I just assumed you both spent your days lounging around naked."
Kurt's cheeks glowed as he shook his head violently.
"No...no...I have some flannel pajama pants and..." Kurt's lips twisted into a horrified grimace, "no new underwear! Ugh!"
Madeline laughed, heaving so hard she couldn't breathe. She started gathering Kurt's bags as the stunned and mortified man watched.
"Come on." Madeline grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him along. "How do you think your man would like you in black satin?"
Kurt's lips curled into a bashful smile.
"Green," Kurt replied quietly. "It has to be emerald green."
Since all Sebastian really owned were a few outfits and a coffee maker, he and Justice had his apartment packed up in about an hour. He made three or four sweeps to make sure he hadn't missed any of Kurt's belongings even though Kurt hadn't really unpacked. He texted his brother to give him his new address and turned in his keys to the manager. He figured he had lost his security deposit, but he could care less.
He needed to keep his Kurt safe.
Justice and Sebastian met Madeline and Kurt in the men's department just as the cashier behind the register handed Kurt his bags. Sebastian pulled Kurt aside, wrapping him up in his arms and kissing him soundly on the mouth to a chorus of dreamy sighs and one exaggerated groan, cut short by a single glare from Justice's burning brown eyes.
"Well," Sebastian murmured to his breathless boyfriend, "it looks like you guys spent some money. Have fun?"
Kurt nodded as Sebastian kissed him again, holding him closer so Kurt could feel just how much Sebastian missed him.
"You going to model for me later?" Sebastian nibbled Kurt's lips as he spoke.
"If you'd like," Kurt whispered, his breath completely stolen by the touch of Sebastian's soft mouth.
"I would," Sebastian said, patting Kurt on the ass affectionately. "But, of course, I like you completely naked, too, so I'm a little torn."
Kurt swallowed hard, unable to speak.
"Luckily," Sebastian moved up Kurt's jawline to suck on Kurt's earlobe, "I don't have to chose. I get both, don't I?"
Kurt couldn't think of any appropriate response - nothing witty, bitchy, or smart came to mind. He simply nodded again after a pause, and Sebastian laughed.
"Let's go home." Sebastian put emphasis on the word 'home' as he kissed Kurt one last time on the cheek. Kurt bent to gather up his bags, but Sebastian beat him to it, offering Kurt his arm when he had everything situated.
Sebastian hadn't told Kurt over the phone that he had invited Justice and Madeline to spend the night. He was nervous that Kurt might not be happy about the idea of having guests over.
He needn't have worried.
"Oh my God!" Kurt squealed, slapping his hand excitedly on the back of the car seat. "A sleep over! I haven't had a sleep over since high school."
Sebastian shook his head as he pulled Kurt against him and kissed him, forgoing conversation with their friends for a heated make-out session with Kurt in the back seat of the town car. Madeline bit her lip, resisting the urge to stare at them through the vanity mirror, though she did steal a glance every once in a while. Every time she did, Justice took her hand and squeezed it, shaking his head subtly with a small smile on his lips.
Kurt missed having guests over. He rushed around, trying his best to be the perfect host, fixing drinks and making snacks. Kurt managed to fix a gourmet meal for the four of them - cutting, cooking, and basting while the other three sat around the table and talked. Sebastian tried to lend a hand, but Kurt made it clear that he would cut his hand off if he touched anything. Sebastian, never one to back down from a challenge, slipped his arms around Kurt's waist, one hand sneaking down to cup his cock and palm it gently.
"I'm touching something," Sebastian whispered, rubbing his stubbly cheek against Kurt's smooth skin as he kissed Kurt's ear. "Are you going to cut my hand off now?"
Kurt whimpered as Sebastian's hand continued to move, Kurt's cock becoming half-hard, but Kurt didn't miss a beat as he julienned vegetables and laid them out on a platter. Sebastian sucked gently on Kurt's alabaster skin, leaving small purple marks along the column of his neck.
"We're not going to become one of those couples, are we?" Kurt breathed quietly.
"What kind is that, gorgeous?" Sebastian licked around the shell of Kurt's ear, feeling Kurt twitch against him.
"The kind th-that makes-out and h-has sex in every r-room of the house." Kurt's voice quivered as Sebastian applied more pressure, small circles becoming faster over the growing bulge in Kurt's pants.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian moaned as he moved closer to Kurt, rubbing his own erection over the seam of Kurt's pants where it nestled between his cheeks. "That's exactly the kind of couple we're going to be."
Kurt turned his head, hoping that he could come up with a snappy comment, but Sebastian was ready for him, stealing one kiss after the other before a single word could escape his lips. Kurt loved when Sebastian kissed him like this - just a soft slide of his mouth against Kurt's skin, the gentle caress of his tongue claiming his, the brief sigh into Kurt's mouth as Sebastian breathed, the way he hummed against him.
They didn't realize that Justice and Madeline had gone quiet, watching them with matching smirks.
"Let us know when you guys are done," Madeline said. "Otherwise we're ordering take out."
"Uh..." Sebastian laughed against Kurt's lips, pressed flushed against him with a tremendous erection pressing against his jeans. Moving at the moment was not an option.
"I'll bring you the veggies," Sebastian said, amused gaze locked onto Kurt's smiling eyes, "if you just give me a minute."
Madeline got up from her seat in Justice's lap and sauntered up to the counter.
"Never mind, stallion," she teased. "I'll get it myself. Take as long as you need."
They stayed up most of the night talking, laughing, and playing mindless board games - Trivial Pursuit, followed by Monopoly, and finally a rousing game of Pictionary. Sebastian and Justice took turns performing security checks throughout the house and around the property, making sure the lights went off when people triggered them, and that the interior alarms sounded when the lights went on. The night started to wind down when Madeline, yawning behind her hand more times than Kurt could count, drew yet another penis-looking object as her Pictionary clue. Both Kurt and Sebastian were floored when Justice guessed 'chocolate chip cookies', which happened to be the correct answer, winning them the game.
"Okay," Justice announced, taking his still yawning girlfriend in his arms, "I think it's time we hit the hay."
Justice and Madeline decided to camp out on a king-sized air mattress in the living room. Kurt and Madeline sat on the stairs with a bowl of popcorn, openly ogling their men as they moved the furniture to accommodate the large inflatable mattress.
Kurt and Sebastian retired upstairs, taking a moment before they climbed the stairs to hug and kiss their guests. Madeline held Kurt a little longer and whispered, "Remember the red bag," before throwing Kurt a suggestive wink.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but blushed all the same. Sebastian took Kurt's hand and lead him upstairs.
Kurt watched Sebastian undress, loving the long lines of Sebastian's back and the definition in his legs, caressing his body softly with his intense gaze, silently mapping all the places he planned to trace with his tongue. Kurt's eyes darted over to the red bag in the corner of the room, nestled in among the other bags from his shopping excursion. He had bought it in the hopes of seducing Sebastian, He hoped it would be subtle, yet effective. After a moment of thought, he decided on a different, more direct approach.
Kurt walked nonchalantly into Sebastian's line of sight, not acknowledging at all that he noticed Sebastian's eyes follow his movement, then began to slowly pull off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked, as he watched Kurt undress...first his pants, then his boxer briefs, and finally his t-shirt. Sebastian's gaze swept over his boyfriend's body appreciatively, enjoying the look of Kurt's beautiful, toned form without clothes hiding it.
"I'm trying to become a little more comfortable in my own skin," Kurt explained, walking over to Sebastian and looping his arms around his waist. "Do you mind?"
"No," Sebastian whispered. "Not at all."
Sebastian took in a deep breath and held it. He lifted Kurt up so that he could kiss him deeply. Kurt's lips found Sebastian's in an instant, as if kissing him wasn't a question, it was an inevitable end. Sebastian ran experimental fingertips down Kurt's back, wondering, a little morbidly, what he could feel with his skin so scarred. It seemed, though, that Kurt's back was an unexplored pleasure center. Every sweep of fingertips over Kurt's bare skin got the same reaction as the swirl of Sebastian's tongue around his entrance. Sebastian imagined it had been a long time since anyone had touched Kurt's back.
Sebastian backed Kurt up toward the nearest wall, turning Kurt around to face it. Sebastian moved Kurt carefully, stretching his arms out to brace himself against the wall while Sebastian moved behind him. He could feel Kurt's body go rigid, still frightened to some degree that Sebastian would find him disgusting. Sebastian didn't want Kurt to dwell. He kissed along every inch of skin Sebastian could find. Kurt moaned at the feeling of Sebastian's tongue - warm, silky, and perfect - as it traveled over his back. Pure pleasure caused tremors to race along Kurt's skin.
"I...I can't believe...you're doing that," Kurt panted.
"Why not?" Sebastian whispered. "Kurt, there isn't a single bit of you that isn't gorgeous."
Kurt gave a small snort of derision.
Sebastian didn't stop, refused to relent. Covering Kurt's body in kisses became a mission. He started at the cigar scar on his shoulder blade and traveled to the bruise on the opposite shoulder blade. Down Kurt's back his lips traveled; trading soft, sensuous kisses for nibbles and bites with a little sting to them.
His mouth moved on its own, over the swell of Kurt's ass to bite hard at his left cheek. Sebastian smiled when Kurt yelped, but didn't flinch or pull away. He traced the lines of Kurt's muscles to the back of his knee, licking small circles in the bend. Kurt moaned, his knee failing him for a moment. Sebastian moved back up to lavish more attention to Kurt's sensitive back.
Sebastian found himself speaking, as he often did, without planning what he was going to say.
"You are beauty," Sebastian said against Kurt's broken skin, "style...elegance... You make me happier than I've ever been. You make me want to be a better man."
He felt Kurt's body shudder in waves, vibrating like a guitar string, tuned too tightly and then plucked. Sebastian longed to heighten the experience, to feel those tremors over every inch of Kurt's body, until his knees buckled and not a single muscle had the strength to hold him upright.
"God, Kurt..." Sebastian purred, "my prince..." hands traveling down Kurt's arms to cover Kurt's hands. "Honestly, my love, I just want to fuck you up against this wall until you scream my name."
Kurt furrowed his brow, turning his head slightly to look at Sebastian, confused by his sudden change in tone.
"Sebastian...what are you..."
"Kurt," Sebastian breathed against his neck, reaching down to grab Kurt's hips and hold them against him, rubbing over his crack with the proof of his desire for him, "you're so sweet...like sugar...like honey...and I could spend all night licking you up..." Kurt turned his head away, squeezing his eyes tight, flushed red to his roots at how amazing that sounded. "...but right now," Sebastian continued, his voice dropping low, velvet along Kurt's skin, "I'm in the mood to get a little dirty...is that okay with you?"
Kurt swallowed hard, but he nodded with barely any forethought.
"Yes," Kurt breathed, "yes."
Sebastian's lips barely brushed Kurt's skin before the bite came, Sebastian's teeth sinking into the soft skin of Kurt's neck. Kurt whimpered, throwing his head back as far as he could, back arching, begging Sebastian for more. Sebastian's hand, fingers splayed, moved over Kurt's chest, lightly running over his neck, his jawline, until they reached the perfect pink lips of Kurt's mouth, swollen from biting. Sebastian traced Kurt's lip with his index finger while he bit a dark mark onto Kurt's neck. Kurt moaned. Kurt's lips parted as he sucked in a quick breath, and Sebastian slipped the finger into Kurt's mouth.
Kurt closed his lips around it, sucking vengefully, swirling his tongue around it, imaging all the things he would do with the heat of Sebastian's generous cock in his mouth, heavy against his tongue. Sebastian groaned, long and loud, as his cock twitched where it stood nestled against Kurt's ass.
Sebastian removed the finger reluctantly, bringing the slick digit down to Kurt's entranced. Sebastian circled around it delicately. Kurt sank to his elbows, resting his forehead against the wall as he struggled to stay upright. Sebastian's finger slowly breached the ring of muscle, slipping in inch by inch.
"Oh, Kurt..." Sebastian peppered his shoulders with gentle pecks. "You're so tight...so beautifully...amazingly tight..."
Sebastian's other hand found Kurt's throbbing cock and held it firmly in his fist. Kurt's hips began to move as Sebastian's finger moved slowly inside him. Sebastian simply held him, letting Kurt fuck into his hand slowly.
"That's right, gorgeous." Sebastian smiled as he watched Kurt's hips move, almost of their own volition. "Use me. Make yourself feel good."
Kurt's cheeks flamed red, but he couldn't stop himself. Sebastian's finger in his ass felt so good stretching him, his hand around his cock warm and a little rough.
"Do you want another?" Sebastian whispered. Kurt nodded, his face still hidden.
Sebastian wanted to try and push Kurt, see how far out of his comfort zone he could take him.
"Kurt?" Sebastian kissed Kurt's shoulder. "Could you look at me?"
Kurt didn't want to. God, he didn't want to. He wanted to hide in the dark and feel. He had taken a step, and he had done it in front of Sebastian.
It wasn't an act. He did want to be more comfortable in his skin.
Like forcing himself to jump when he was too afraid to fall, Kurt turned his face toward Sebastian, crimson beyond belief. Sebastian watched Kurt's eyes fight to open. Sebastian's heart dropped, seeing how difficult a struggle this was for him.
Kurt's eyelids flew open suddenly, ice blue eyes piercing, burning with a palpable, inner flame.
Sebastian's sly grin twisted his lips.
"Hello, gorgeous." Sebastian's smile, warm and generous, calmed Kurt, slowed the heart that was threatening to break free from his chest as it thrummed wildly inside his ribcage.
Sebastian's finger didn't stop its cruel assault as he kept his eyes locked to Kurt's, nor did his hand move from Kurt's cock. Kurt stopped moving his hips, but now Sebastian moved them with his hips rutting smoothly against him.
"Could you ask me?" Sebastian whispered, his eyes reflecting all of the love, all of the affection he had for this man.
Kurt's mouth dropped, his lips forming a little 'o', his head shaking imperceptibly.
"Kurt..." Sebastian rubbed his nose gently. "I like to hear you talk."
Sebastian kissed the tip of Kurt's nose.
"I like to know what you want me to do..."
Kiss on the cheek.
"...how I can make you feel good..."
Kiss on the neck.
"...how I can turn you on..."
Kiss on the shoulder.
"Tell me what you want, gorgeous."
Sebastian's voice was a whisper, like silk sliding smoothly across Kurt's skin. Kurt had no power against it. He was prisoner to it, had to surrender to it. It made him feel safe. It made him feel loved. Here in this space where only he and Sebastian existed, nothing could hurt him, nothing could touch him, nothing could make him feel weak or ugly.
Sebastian's love gave him strength.
Kurt swallowed, fixing Sebastian with his fire and ice gaze. His lips, swollen and flushed with color, begging to be kissed, quivered slightly.
"Sebastian?" Kurt began, trying to steady his voice. "Sebastian, would you please..."
Kurt closed his eyes again. Sebastian's finger never stopped its slow slide in and out. Kurt's arms, propped by his elbows against the wall, started to shake.
Kurt opened his eyes, Sebastian's comforting gaze still bound to his.
"Would you please..." Kurt continued, praying his voice wouldn't break,"...put another finger inside me?"
Kurt's voice didn't falter. His eyes didn't dart away. He licked his lips as Sebastian's smile widened.
"Of course," he said. He kissed Kurt again, a little filthier, but Kurt loved it. Kurt loved how Sebastian crashed their lips together, dominated his mouth with his tongue, pressed against him until he almost forgot to breathe. It distracted Kurt from the slight burn as Sebastian added another finger, slowly stretching Kurt over and over, pushing in, pulling out, scissoring. Sebastian loved Kurt's heat, loved how tightly he hugged him, how he fit him like a glove.
Kurt moaned into Sebastian's mouth, but he only deepened the kiss, biting Kurt's tongue gently, causing Kurt to breathe in sharply. Sebastian searched inside him, twisting his fingers, gently exploring. Kurt pushed back against him, trying to guide Sebastian where he needed him, quietly begging Sebastian to find him out. Sebastian stroked Kurt's cock slowly, twisting his wrist a bit beneath the head.
Sebastian knew what Kurt wanted...knew where the spot was hiding. He just wanted to hear Kurt say it...tell him what he wanted out loud.
Sebastian had expected Kurt to ask him to add a third finger, to touch him where he desperately needed to be touched.
Kurt, on the other hand, had a different idea.
"Ugh," Kurt groaned in frustration when Sebastian missed for the fourth time in a row. "Fuck me, Sebastian!"
Sebastian stopped, his eyes wide.
He hadn't expected that.
"Wh-what?" Sebastian surprised himself to hear his own voice shaking.
"You said you wanted to fuck me against this wall," Kurt ground out between trembling lips and gritted teeth. "I can't take the teasing. I want you, Sebastian. I want to feel you."
Sebastian swallowed loudly at this request, at the sound of desperation in Kurt's voice, which seemed to drop an octave as he spoke.
"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked, taken back by Kurt's change from his normally shy demeanor, but by no means was he complaining.
"Yes, Sebastian," Kurt growled.
"Just...one more time, please." Old Sebastian, simmering close to the surface, flashed his sly, sarcastic grin. He stopped the movement of his fingers altogether, chuckling darkly when Kurt tried to fuck himself down on them.
"Ugh, Sebastian!" Kurt pulled away, walking out of Sebastian's arms and across the room toward the bed. Sebastian watched him go, nervous that he'd crossed a line. Kurt's face had faded from crimson to porcelain, hard and unyielding. The set line of Kurt's mouth gave no indication of his current emotion. Sebastian didn't know what to say, just watched Kurt, dumbfounded, as he rummaged through the bedside table drawer, reaching to the back to fish something out.
He pulled his closed fist from the drawer, and shut it, making his way back to Sebastian, face set, eyes almost glaring.
Almost.
Sebastian looked into his eyes and saw the playful dance of a hidden fire, melting through the ice.
Kurt held his hand out to Sebastian. Sebastian, mesmerized, held his hand out to receive what Kurt had in his hand. Before looking at the offering in his palm, Kurt turned back to the wall, taking his position with arms outstretched and legs slightly spread. Sebastian, bemused, looked at the items curled in his fingers - a small ampule of lube and a condom.
He looked back at Kurt, who gazed over his shoulder at him, batting his eyes demurely.
"Fuck me, Sebastian?" Kurt asked in the sweetest possible voice he had ever heard, playful, mocking, and full of Kurt's own brand of sinful sarcasm.
Something in the tone of Kurt's voice connected with Sebastian's brain - the tease, the taunt, all the things he had thought he was in store for when he first met Kurt, and here they were, wrapped in the body of a man he had fallen in love with.
That made all the difference.
Sebastian couldn't wait. They didn't need anymore foreplay, no more words. Something raw and animal took over both of them. Sebastian slid the condom on and lubed his aching cock. While Kurt waited, his whole body tensed, coiled like viper ready to strike the moment Sebastian came near.
Earlier in the morning, when they had made love, was about comfort, acceptance. What they had in the moment when Sebastian wrapped the whole of his body around Kurt, claiming him entirely, was about pleasure...seduction. Sebastian had shown Kurt that he was loved. Now he wanted to show him how sexy, captivating, and enticing a man he was.
Sebastian's mouth captured Kurt's as he pushed into him slowly, feeling his body accept him, devour him, engulf him with his heat.
"Oh, God," Kurt breathed when Sebastian freed his mouth. Sebastian's hands traveled over Kurt's arms, covering his hands against the wall, trapping them there.
Sebastian lay his cheek on the top of Kurt's head as he tried to move patiently, back just a bit and then forward just a bit, back and forth, shallow thrusts, until Kurt's body adjusted to the intrusion, and Kurt no longer hissed as Sebastian tried to enter him.
At least, that was the plan.
Kurt curled his hands into fists, knuckles turning white, and slammed back against Sebastian's body, taking him to the hilt. Sebastian, mouth moving slowly over Kurt's skin, bit down hard to muffle a scream. Kurt threw his head back, biting back a scream of his own, breathing heavily, trying to will away the burn.
"Damn, Kurt," Sebastian groaned, blinking away the stars behind his eyelids, "warn a guy, will you?"
Kurt panted, eyes squeezed shut.
"I thought I did," Kurt said between breaths as his body began to relax, "when I told you to fuck me."
"So, my man wants to play," Sebastian purred along the column of Kurt's neck. "Then, I'll play."
Sebastian didn't hold back when he fucked into Kurt. Sebastian had the presence of mind to feel guilty for a moment when he slammed into Kurt and heard the man hiss. He stopped for a moment, waiting for the go ahead. Kurt grabbed Sebastian's hip, pulling him forward.
The sound of Sebastian's body pounding against Kurt's was obscene and pornographic. Kurt's kisses became desperate as Sebastian sped up his pace. Sebastian could feel Kurt smile against his mouth.
That smile was the fuel. It opened the flood gates. Sebastian drilled into Kurt, hitting him hard, mercilessly. Kurt's whimpers were like wine to Sebastian. He couldn't get enough.
"Talk to me, Sebastian," Kurt begged, his voice barely a squeak.
Sebastian didn't know if he could. He could barely breathe, let alone speak. Kurt's body took Sebastian's breath away, and Kurt was giving him permission to use it. It scared Sebastian a bit. He was afraid he might break Kurt in two. Sebastian's hips were a blur as he moved. He didn't imagine Kurt could take much more.
"God, Kurt," Sebastian moaned, feeling his hips start to stutter. "You have such an incredible body."
"Yeah?" Kurt asked quietly, hips pushing back, trying to meet Sebastian's thrusts.
"Yeah," Sebastian returned. "You're so fucking tight, and you take me so well."
Kurt laughed, the singular sound high-pitched and clear, like the ring of a bell.
"You're so fucking huge, Sebastian," Kurt said with a giggle that turned into a low whine.
"Am I?" Sebastian smirked, trying to sound modest, but he had heard it before.
"Yeah," Kurt whispered. "Yeah, you are."
"Do you like that?" Sebastian nibbled Kurt's earlobe. "Do you like that I'm so big inside you?"
"Yes," Kurt breathed, barely even a sound to his voice. Sebastian felt Kurt tighten, felt his heat clench around him.
"Good," Sebastian said with a possessive growl deep within his throat, "because no one else is going to make you feel like this, Kurt. No one else is going to fuck you like this. No one else is going to be big enough to satisfy you."
Kurt shook his head, his body going still, absorbing Sebastian's blows.
"There won't be anyone else," Kurt muttered, lost to the orgasm that was building within him.
Those words from Kurt's lips made Sebastian's heart sing.
Sebastian watched beads of sweat break free from Kurt's hairline and travel over his skin. His legs quavered, his knees threatening to buckle. His head hung forward, his outstretched arms pinned in place by Sebastian's hands. He looked tortured, crucified. Sebastian moved a hand to grab Kurt's throbbing cock, stroking slowly against the merciless pounding of his hips.
"Oh, yes," Kurt muttered. "Oh, yes."
It became a quiet chant, barely holding himself together just so he could fall apart in Sebastian's arms.
"That's it, gorgeous," Sebastian said, resting his head against Kurt's back. "Keep going. Don't stop. You're almost there."
Sebastian felt sweat roll over his own shoulders, his own legs complaining, muscles screaming for relief.
"You're mine, Kurt," Sebastian whispered, almost to himself. "I'll never hurt you, never cheat on you, never lie to you. You mean everything to me, Kurt. My perfect, beautiful Kurt."
Sebastian ran his tongue over the scar on Kurt's shoulder, and then followed a line of dark marks he had made across Kurt's back.
Kurt moaned, a low, keening sound of surrender, as he came over Sebastian's fist.
"Yes, Kurt," Sebastian mumbled, littering Kurt's shoulders with filthy kisses, holding Kurt tight in his fist as he came.
Kurt sighed as he felt Sebastian losing control, cumming almost violently; felt his grip on his oversensitive cock release, and his body fall slack against him. Sebastian stood still, long after his body stopped vibrating, and for a moment, pinned between Sebastian and the wall, Kurt thought he might have actually fallen asleep. Kurt chuckled, turning his head to catch a glimpse of Sebastian, who he was surprised to discover, stared quietly back.
"What?" Kurt asked self-consciously, watching Sebastian's eyes cloud over with worry.
"D-did you like that?" Sebastian asked. "Truthfully?"
Kurt nodded, a deliberate bob of his head.
"Yes," he said, hoping to dispel Sebastian's fears. "Very much. Maybe not all the time, but...I told you. I'm not delicate."
Sebastian took a deep, broken breath, resting his forehead against Kurt's shoulder.
"What is it?" Sebastian's defeated expression worried Kurt.
"I...I don't want to remind you of him," Sebastian said. "I don't want you to be afraid of me."
Sebastian slid to the floor, taking Kurt with him, settling the man into his lap as he continued to rest against him. Kurt wrapped his arms around Sebastian, kissing the top of his head, wincing quietly at the feeling of sweat against his skin.
"You don't remind me of him," Kurt said. "There is nothing you do that reminds me of him."
Sebastian tilted his face up to look in Kurt's eyes - invitingly blue, like the summer sky at dawn.
"He was a monster, Sebastian," Kurt said with a smile. "But you, you're like a gift."
Kurt chuckled.
"You're my person."
Sebastian cradled Kurt in his arms and rocked him back and forth, content to wrap himself around Kurt's body and keep him shielded from the world, the monsters, and the hate.
Kurt and Sebastian showered together, taking turns washing each other between delicate touches and soft kisses.
Eyes heavy from the warm, soothing water and the ambitious sex, Sebastian crawled into bed, mostly damp, wearing only his boxer briefs. Kurt approached the bed in similar dress when Sebastian stopped him with a devilish grin and a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Kurt asked.
"What's in the red bag, Kurt?" Sebastian asked.
Kurt smiled, looking over his shoulder to where the bag lay.
"Oh, it's...uh..."
"You know," Sebastian interrupted,"you're not getting in this bed until you show me."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Alright. Close your eyes."
Sebastian obeyed, snickering as he heard Kurt mutter under his breath.
"Jeez, you're as bad as Madeline," Kurt lamented.
Sebastian heard the rustle of the bag and the crinkle of paper. A moment past, filled with some heavy sighs, and a titter. Finally, Kurt commanded Sebastian to open his eyes.
Sebastian's eyelids fluttered open and beheld the image of his gorgeous Kurt, still shirtless, wearing the most sinful pair of satin emerald green pajama pants Sebastian had ever seen.
"Oh, Kurt," Sebastian said, holding his arms out in hopes Kurt would rush over and fall into them. "Tell me you're going to wear those to bed tonight."
"Do...do you want me to?" Kurt asked, looking down at the silky fabric clinging to his legs.
"Yes," Sebastian said, with a nod for emphasis. "Absolutely. I need to feel you, in those pants, against my skin."
Kurt climbed under the covers beside Sebastian, who took no time grabbing him around the waist and holding him tight.
Kurt's cheek touched Sebastian's chest, and before he could breathe Sebastian in, they were both asleep.
Sebastian woke up to the sound of his alarm. It seemed like only minutes after he had fallen asleep beneath Kurt's body, legs draped in those sinful emerald satin pajamas. Sebastian smiled at the silky feel of them against his bare legs.
Again, the alarm went off. Sebastian scrunched his nose. It sounded so different. When had he changed his alarm? And odd that he would set his alarm, since he wasn't going to work. It was Sunday. Sebastian reached for his phone beneath his pillow and looked at it.
3:00 A.M.
No alarm set.
Sebastian felt a menacing chill creep up his body, followed by a wave of blistering fury.
The bastard had the balls to come back.
"Seb'stian?" a sleepy Kurt muttered. "Why did...your alarm...Sund'y..."
Sebastian's mouth went dry as he considered whether or not he should wake Kurt. He didn't want Kurt to constantly live in fear. Even if the intruder had come back, Sebastian was certain there was no way he could make it inside.
Sebastian was carefully slipping out from beneath Kurt's sleeping body before Justice even knocked on the door.
"Bastian?" the gruff voice called in a hoarse whisper.
"I heard it, Justice." Sebastian tossed on his jeans, and opened the door. Justice peeked past Sebastian to a mumbling Kurt, still mostly asleep on the bed.
"Should we wake him?" Justice asked.
Sebastian looked over his shoulder, his heart melting at the serene look on Kurt's face.
"No," Sebastian said. "Hopefully it's nothing."
Another alarm sounded.
Both men raced down the steps. Sebastian eyed Madeline in her black satin negligee sitting on the sofa, and blanket wrapped around her shoulders to block out the morning chill. She looked at Sebastian and Justice with heavily hooded eyes, deep set with sleep and worry.
"Is he..." she began, directing her gaze to Sebastian.
"Still asleep," Sebastian finished, tossing on his Harvard sweatshirt.
"I'm going to go sit with him," she announced, getting up from her seat on the couch and making her way up the stairs, blanket trailing behind her like a cloak, "just in case he wakes up."
Both men nodded as they watched her walk past them. Sebastian grabbed the keys off the hook by the door. Sebastian pressed a button on the security panel that activated the flood lights around the house before opening the door. Justice gestured silently to Sebastian, counting off on his fingers. When he reached three, Justice pulled the door open swiftly in one movement. Outside the perimeter of the house was awash in bright white light from the spotlights set up around the house. They were positioned in an ingenious way. They lit up the house, eliminating the shadows, and would blind anyone in their wake, but from the threshold of the house, they gave a completely clear and unobstructed view of any possible intruder.
Sebastian looked over his shoulder, back into the house to make sure the back door hadn't been compromised in anyway. He saw the huge dead bolt still locked and the bars still thrown across the seam. Confident no one could get through there, he stepped out the door after Justice and locked it with the key, hearing the alarm re-initiate once the door shut. A fob on the key chain would disarm it when they wanted to go back inside.
Justice pointed to himself and then to the right. Then he pointed to Sebastian and again to the left, indicating that both men would circle the house from opposite directions.
Sebastian crept slowly along the outside of the house, his blood boiling as it rushed through his body. He tried not to think, not about his beautiful boyfriend asleep - warm and protected - upstairs in their bed, and not about the man from the photograph - a huge, hulking beast of a man as he stood beside Kurt - possibly waiting around the bend.
The lights guided Sebastian along. His eyes swept back and forth, peering into the few spaces the flood lights didn't reach.
Sebastian met up with Justice in the backyard. Justice motioned for Sebastian to continue around the house. Justice wanted to check the backyard shed and the area around the fence line.
Sebastian continued his trek along, feeling more and more confident that whoever had triggered the alarm was long gone. He knew it wasn't set off by accident. A cat or another small animal couldn't set them off. The state-of-the-art alarm sensors were calibrated so that they wouldn't be triggered anything smaller than child.
Sebastian came around the house to the front door. He swept his eyes all around the garden. The plants and the flowers had grown tall, but not tall enough for someone to hide in. Kurt had them so densely planted together that there would be an obvious depression if someone had leapt in among them to hide.
The quiet night had Sebastian on edge. Sebastian was never one to go looking for a fight, but he also never backed down. How could he now, when a battle had brought itself pretty much to his doorstep and threatened the one thing in the world he loved more than his own life?
Justice, for a large man, walked silently around the house, and Sebastian had to strain his ears to hear his footsteps in the backyard. His eyes peered through the darkness. Nothing seemed at all out of place, but something just felt off.
Sebastian had the strange feeling he was being watched.
Examined was more the word. He blinked his eyes as his gaze swept along the street, adjusting from the spot lights around the house to the dark of the neighborhood beyond the iron fence. In the dark shadows of the evening, Sebastian barely spotted a tall, thin figure, pale beneath the distant street lights, watching him. Sebastian squinted to see the person more clearly.
Dressed from head to toe in a white wind breaker and pants, face covered mostly by a ski mask, stood the mysterious jogger, unmoved, unafraid, unconcerned, it seemed, with how Sebastian might react or what he might do. Even from this distance, their eyes locked, and even though Sebastian couldn't see anything more of the man but the color of his skin and his eyes, he could tell when the eyelids narrowed, small line crinkling at the corners, that he was smiling at him, mocking him.
Sebastian felt a pull, a tugging deep inside that came from the animal part of his brain - the part that thought only to protect his Kurt.
The part that wanted to run this guy down and tear him apart.
"Justice!" Sebastian called to the man behind the house. The thin figure stared for only a moment longer, then took off down the street. The sight of the thin man racing down the sidewalk startled Sebastian. The creep shot off like a bullet, no longer shuffling, but running at full tilt. Sebastian ran out after him just as Justice rounded the house.
"Bastian! Wait!" Justice called after him, but Sebastian's feet had already started moving, his green eyes targeting this man's back like laser sights. Sebastian didn't see parked cars or trash cans or any other obstacle in his wake. A red haze had formed over his vision. Nothing else in the world existed except for this man.
The man tossed a look over his shoulder at Sebastian, eyes still mocking, smiling behind the ski mask that protected his identity.
Sebastian barely registered the sound of Justice's footsteps running in time with his own, closing the distance as he followed in pursuit.
Sebastian knew this neighborhood well - a street that ended in a cul-de-sac and comprised of mostly family houses. Sebastian knew that if there was one thing suburban families loved to keep their children safe, it was walls. Walls that kept the real world out while their fairy tale lives stayed tucked safely inside.
Sebastian was raised within walls like those, and one just like it lay on the next street ahead. He was herding the man, heading straight for it. He would corner him and finally discover who the hell he was and why he seemed to be so interested in Kurt.
If he liked the answer, he might not beat him into a coma.
Everything played out the way Sebastian planned. With nowhere left to go except back, the man turned down the alley way, and came face to face with the wall. Sebastian expected the man to slow down and stop, confront him, plead his case.
With a strange, high-pitched chuckle, like the cackling of a witch, the man leapt onto the wall, catching a handhold half way up, and in one slick move, like the pouncing of a cat, he vaulted over the wall, landing in some trash cans on the opposite side.
Sebastian heard him when he landed, heard him when his feet never stopped as he raced away. The wall was too sheer and too high for Sebastian to climb and peer over. Justice caught up with Sebastian, standing beside him with a matching incredulous look.
Too many questions for Sebastian to comprehend spun around his head, and he babbled incessantly, hoping Justice would help him put the pieces together.
"I don't get it," Sebastian murmured, looking down at the ground like it would give him answers.
"What don't you get, Bastian?" Justice asked, his eyes following Sebastian's as he started to walk the way they came.
"The man after Kurt," Sebastian tried to explain, "the one who hurt him, who..." Sebastian didn't want to say the word, but he knew Justice already knew, "...the one who abused him. I found a picture."
"You did?" Justice asked, eyes alight with hope.
"Yeah," Sebastian confirmed, brow knit as he scanned the ground,"at least, I'm pretty sure it's the guy. But the face was scratched out."
Justice's face fell, cursing silently beneath his breath.
"But, I could see his body," Sebastian continued as they walked,"how tall he was next to Kurt. The man is huge. Twice your size, Justice."
Sebastian looked up into Justice's eyes.
"That man we were chasing...can't be him."
Sebastian's footsteps came to a halt, realization freezing him to the spot.
"He knew where he was going," Sebastian panted, looking at Justice with sudden heart-stopping shock. "He wanted us to chase him."
"Do you think..." Justice started. Sebastian nodded.
"There's two of them." Sebastian pointed in the direction of the wall. "That guy, he's just a distraction."
Justice's eyes went wide. A single word didn't need to be spoken. They turned in unison and ran back for the house.