A/N: Written for Kurtbastian Week 2014 Day 2. Summary: Lacrosse Captain Sebastian and Cheerio Kurt getting it on during a game. Rating: R (For sexual situations)
Kurt rolled his eyes at the boy crawling over him, thoroughly underwhelmed.
"So, captain of the lacrosse team?" Kurt drawled. "Is that supposed to impress me enough to let you into my pants?"
"Well, it usually works that way," Sebastian said, smirking down at the unenthusiastic Cheerio with his legs locked together at the knees. "But if you're going to be such a bitch about it, maybe I'll have to find something else to impress you."
"I can't imagine what." Kurt turned his head when Sebastian leaned in to kiss him, and he attacked Kurt's neck, completely undeterred. Kurt whined softly. He couldn't help it. Kisses to the neck had always been his weakness.
"Maybe it would help if we were wearing a little less clothing," Sebastian suggested, fiddling with the hem of Kurt's uniform shirt.
"So what you're telling me is that there's something beneath that uniform of yours that's going to impress me?"
Sebastian had given up trying to match wits with Kurt, deciding instead to lure him out of his tight little uniform with more kisses to the neck, sucking gently along his jawline.
"No, no, no," Kurt said, putting a hand to Sebastian's chest and pushing him gently away. "None of that. If I get back out there with hickeys on my neck, my name's going to be mud for sure."
"Come on, Kurt," Sebastian whined. "Give me something."
Kurt leaned up and kissed him, slipping his hands beneath Sebastian's jersey and running his fingers lightly over his abs, each one so extraordinarily defined that Kurt could count them by feel alone. Sebastian's hands ran down Kurt's back, sliding beneath his tight pants. The screams of the cheerleaders and the roar of the crowd swallowed Sebastian's moan at the expanse of creamy skin and tiny undies hiding beneath the fabric.
"A thong, Kurt?" Sebastian toyed with the thin strap that slid between Kurt's pert ass cheeks.
"Well, all you're wearing underneath your pants is a jock strap," Kurt sighed, leaning back to give Sebastian more access to his neck.
"And yet you're not checking it out."
"Fuck you, I just had my nails done," Kurt smirked, and despite his protests, Sebastian sucked a dark mark right beneath his chin.
"You asshole!" Kurt barked as he pulled away. Sebastian put a hand over Kurt's mouth, giggling and looking around them.
"You don't want the rest of your precious Cheerios to find their captain on his back with a player from the other team, do you?"
As if on cue, the Cheerios cheered, and Kurt's eyes went wide. He shook his head back and forth emphatically.
"Good, now you're going to be a good little queen bee and let me go down on you," Sebastian whispered, traveling down Kurt's body and taking the top of his tight pants with him, uncovering the red thong beneath.
"A-aren't they going to need you on the field soon?" Kurt stuttered, listening for the sound of the announcer calling the second quarter of the game.
"That's J.V., babe. I'm Varsity. We still have plenty of time."
Sebastian blew hot air through the fabric of the thong, and Kurt's hips bucked up to chase the heat of his mouth.
"Oh God," Kurt groaned as Sebastian took advantage of Kurt lifting his hips to pull the thong down, his eyes glittering wickedly as he looked up at the gorgeous cheerleader beneath him. Just as Sebastian's mouth poised over Kurt's hard and waiting cock, the sound of the crowd cheering disappeared.
"God, how much longer are you two freaks going to be?" Santana droned.
Sebastian dropped his head, looking up at her silhouette through the curtain that divided Kurt's room from the living room.
"What, do you have to take a pill?" Sebastian barked.
"No, but some of us have lives, and no time to deal with your creepy dress-up fantasy."
"Look, Lopez, I'm paying you and Babette $50 to pretend to be cheerleaders for one hour so I can get it on with my boyfriend. It's only been ten minutes."
"Yeah, ten minutes of my life I'm never getting back, and by the way, no amount of scrubbing is going to get the slime of your guys' deviant sex play off my skin." Kurt flopped back onto the blanket they had laid out on the wood floor, squeezing his eyes shut. "And might I also mention, I swore when I left high school that I would never put this uniform on again."
Kurt sat up and whined at the withering state of his erection.
"First of all, Santana," he intervened, "I never heard you make such a vow."
"Well, just because you didn't hear it doesn't mean it's not true."
"Also," Kurt continued without stopping, "I've seen you sleep in that thing."
"Only when Britt-Britt comes over…"
"And finally, we can't even see you, Santana. You don't have to wear it."
"Au contraire mon Cher," she said, and Kurt could see her shadow point thoughtfully to the ceiling, "I am an up and coming Broadway star, and as such, I need to practice my method acting."
"Understudy!" Rachel butted in from her place on the couch. "You're just the understudy, but I, too, must protest on the side of realism as a serious actress practicing the craft. I mean, McKinley didn't even have a lacrosse team. You two never would have met."
"Hence the point of the role play, baby Barbra," Sebastian pointed out. "How else can I bang the hottest cheerleader in McKinley High history?"
Kurt smiled shyly when Sebastian turned his lust-blown eyes back his way.
"Well, first you start by climbing down off of Lady Hummel and buying me dinner."
Kurt gasped and Sebastian pinched him on the ass.
"Look, we all know you actually have nothing better to do, Santana," Sebastian said, "and I imagine Rachel has always wanted to be a cheerleader, so why don't you guys just turn the t.v. back up and let us get to getting, okay?"
"I don't think you're hearing me," Santana protested. "If you guys want to relive your pathetic glory days that's fine, but don't involve innocent bystanders…"
"What if I give you both another $50?" Sebastian offered, moving back over his boyfriend's crotch, trying to revive his erection.
"Go! Titans! Go, go, Titans!"
Sebastian chuckled when he heard Santana smack Rachel on the arm and hiss, "Cheer, hobbit. The faster they get their rocks off, the faster I gets my hundred bucks."
Sebastian looked up at Kurt whose face had suddenly become glum.
"What is it, babe?" Sebastian climbed back up to hold his boyfriend's face in his hands and kiss the frown off his face.
"Is this really pathetic?" Kurt asked.
"Nah," Sebastian said, returning back to that spot on Kurt's neck that he knew would rouse him from his sulky mood instantly. "As long as your ass looks hot in that uniform, I'm always going to want to fuck you in it. But next time I think we'll hire new cheerleaders."