A/N: For the anon prompt "Seb with body issues". Sebastian is helping Kurt by playing model for a rather interesting outfit that reveals more than Sebastian's figure. (Future fic, hurt/comfort, humor)
Kurt tapped his foot, compulsively glancing at the face of his watch, huffing at the amount of time that had gone by.
"You will be finished getting dressed sometime today, right?" Kurt groaned through the curtain to the changing room. "I need to have that finished by the morning!"
Kurt heard his boyfriend shuffle behind the curtain. Kurt bent over and peeked beneath the hanging cloth barrier. He saw Sebastian's bare feet as he paced back and forth on the wood floor, and a hint of purple fabric clinging to his leg, just above the ankle.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, sweetheart," Sebastian bit back. "If you wanted me to get dressed faster, you could have given me instructions." Sebastian's head peeked out from behind the curtain. "Or you could come in here and help me." Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You can dress yourself by now, Sebastian," Kurt chided, closing the curtain in Sebastian's face. "You're a big boy."
"Don't you know it," Sebastian growled. Kurt covered his mouth with his hand and bit his lip, trying to stifle a chuckle. He didn't want to encourage Sebastian, especially since his dallying was putting Kurt almost an hour behind schedule.
"Seriously, Sebastian," Kurt whined. "I'm cutting this down to the wire. I promised Sergio he'd have this for his audition in the morning, and he's paying me, so could you…"
"Alright, alright." Sebastian sighed. Kurt perked up a little. For a second, Kurt could have sworn that Sebastian sounded nervous. "Can…is anyone else out there?"
"What do you care?" Kurt didn't mean to snap, but he was quickly losing patience. He wanted to get this done so he could get home, climb under the covers with Sebastian, and spend the rest of the evening having sex and watching reality t.v.
"Just…" Another long sigh. "Please?"
"Okay, okay," Kurt relented, closing and locking the door to the costume room. "You're good."
Sebastian stepped out slowly from behind the curtain, with none of his usual strutting or cocky bravado, but Kurt didn't have time to notice. He was on Sebastian in an instant, pulling at the fabric, lifting Sebastian's arms to check for bunching, tugging on the Sergered seams for puckering and gaps.
"So, this is the future of haute couture, is it?" Sebastian asked, looking down at the uni-tard hugging his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. "Shimmery Spandex?"
"Not exactly," Kurt answered offhandedly. "Well, I guess, yes, if you're a ballet dancer. Now stop fidgeting…Sebastian…stop tugging…Sebastian…stop…Sebastian!"
Kurt stood to confront his boyfriend, and for the first time in all of recorded history, Sebastian turned away from Kurt's gaze and blushed.
Kurt's brow knit together as he appraised his boyfriend's sudden bashfulness.
"Sebastian?" Kurt pried gently. "Sebastian, are you...embarrassed?"
"No," he replied tersely, his voice tight, as he continued to side-eye Kurt only through the mirror on the wall.
Kurt bit his lip as he watched Sebastian adamantly keeping his eyes glued to a spot on the wall.
Kurt knew that look on Sebastian's face; the one that said Sebastian was done talking. Kurt got a sudden stroke of inspiration.
"Well, good," he said brightly, "because we need to walk down to the practice studio and find Sergio so he can approve this piece."
Sebastian's head snapped up, his face drawn and pale, extreme panic in his sea green eyes.
"No—Kurt…but you said…"
Kurt felt like a heel teasing Sebastian. He didn't imagine in a million years that his little taunt would earn that dramatic a reaction.
"I'm sorry." Kurt ran soothing hands down Sebastian's arms, shushing him gently. "I didn't mean it. We don't have to go anywhere. I was just joking."
Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief, dropping his eyes to his feet to avoid Kurt's triumphant smirk. Of course, if he had looked, all he would have seen on Kurt's face was a look of genuine concern for his boyfriend, who was trembling with the thought of walking three doors down in a purple Spandex leotard.
"Would you like to explain this to me?" Kurt asked, trying to catch Sebastian's downcast eyes.
"Explain what?" Sebastian mumbled, eyes meeting Kurt's and then darting away.
"Why does this bother you?"
Sebastian put his hands on his hips, finally lifting his head, but still not meeting Kurt's gaze.
"I just…" Sebastian looked at the ceiling, trying to find the right words. "I feel so exposed in this thing."
Kurt had to laugh.
"You?" Kurt chuckled uncontrollably. "The man who answers the door for the pizza delivery boy dressed with barely a hand towel wrapped around your waist?"
"That's different," Sebastian argued, scoffing at Kurt's amused gaze.
"That's almost naked!" Kurt laughed harder at what he felt was becoming an absurd argument.
"Almost naked is different than this!" Sebastian pinched at the fabric and then let go, letting it snap back into place. "This is like a big, sparkly, purple flag showing every flaw…"
Kurt cast a glance down his boyfriend's body, a look of exaggerated incredulity on his face.
"What flaws?" Kurt asked. "Where are these flaws of which you speak of?"
"They're there," Sebastian persisted. Kurt finally broke down, bending over double and laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.
"Yes, I know. Shocking," Sebastian griped. "Sebastian Smythe has flaws."
"Well…I don't see them," Kurt coughed, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Believe me, they're there," Sebastian muttered.
Kurt sobered up at the defeated sound in Sebastian's voice, and looked again at his boyfriend who wasn't smirking, wasn't joking, wasn't affecting a superior attitude in any way. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, he stared over Kurt's head, jaw set, entire body rigid.
Kurt sighed.
"Oh, Seb…" Kurt moved behind Sebastian and turned him toward the mirror. "Do you know what I see when I look at you in this outfit?"
Sebastian didn't answer, simply huffing under his breath.
"I see the body that I love."
Kurt bent low to caress Sebastian's calf with the palm of his right hand.
"I see your muscular legs…" Kurt lightly ran his fingertips up the side seam of the Spandex.
"I see every contour of your amazing thighs…" His fingers traveled around the front of Sebastian's legs, touching a little firmer, more like a massage. Kurt could see Sebastian's eyes sneaking a peek at Kurt's fingers through the glass. He cleared his throat when Kurt noticed, and looked away again. Kurt smiled and shook his head.
"I see these sculpted hips," Kurt continued, grabbing roughly at Sebastian's hips, pleased with himself when he heard Sebastian moan softly. "And these incredible abs…" Kurt traced along the visible lines of Sebastian's six-pack through the tight fabric. "Do you know how jealous I am of these abs?" Kurt whispered. He wrapped his arms around Sebastian's chest and hooked his chin over his shoulder, pressing his chest against his boyfriend's back, molding them together.
"And I bet you haven't seen your ass in this…" Kurt's voice was barely more than a breathless whimper. "But it looks absolutely delicious."
Kurt knew he was winning when he saw Sebastian turning back to look at his reflection in the mirror, starting from the floor and moving up over the dips and curves of his own body until he reached Kurt's hungry blue eyes. His green eyes opened wide with surprise, eyebrows raised, but the expression on his face still looked unsure.
"Come on, Seb," Kurt cooed. "Can't you think of one nice thing to say about yourself in this outfit?"
Sebastian tilted his head back and forth, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"This leotard makes my junk look huge."
Kurt snickered as he kissed his boyfriend's shoulder.
"That's because your junk is huge," Kurt agreed, looping his arms around Sebastian's neck. "Come on. Let's get you out of this and go home."
"Or we can bring it home with us…" Sebastian purred, turning in Kurt's arms.
"Yeah?" Kurt liked where this conversation was headed.
"I can put it on…"
Sebastian kissed Kurt's mouth gently, biting his lower lip after each kiss like a signature.
"A-ha…" Kurt chased Sebastian's lips as he spoke, wanting more, forgetting for a moment that they were locked in the costume department of NYADA and not at home in their apartment.
"And then…" Sebastian teased, moving just slightly out of Kurt's reach, "I can order a pizza and wear this to answer the door."
Sebastian laughed when Kurt smacked him on the arm.
"No way," Kurt said, pushing Sebastian back behind the curtain. "Antonio's already in love with you. If he sees you in this, he'll never leave us alone."
"That might mean free pizza," Sebastian quipped.
"Yeah," Kurt murmured, "or a dead delivery boy." Kurt sneaked one last peek at his boyfriend in Spandex before he closed the curtain completely.