A/N: Written for the anons who seemed determined to keep this story going, here is a one-shot for the story I wrote for Kurtbastian Week 2014 The Last Scion that continues on from Kurt and Sebastian's first night in the motel where Sebastian is hiding Kurt. Anon prompted "any possible fallout from Sebastian revealing his daydream to Kurt (wink, wink)"
The sound of rushing water broke through the dark oblivion that passed for sleep, and Sebastian did everything he could to try and push it away so he could return to that black abyss where nothing evil existed, nothing hunted them, nothing kept them apart. Sebastian reached out to draw Kurt tighter into the circle of his embrace, but once he realized he was lying in the small bed alone, he sat bolt upright; frantic, panic stricken eyes searching the darkness for Kurt.
He tried to wake up and recover his ability for rational thinking, trying to make sense of what was going on around him. He was struck again by the rushing water. The only place he was going to find rushing water in a motel room was the bathroom.
Sebastian breathed a huge sigh of relief. Kurt must be taking a shower. After all the stress and strain of the past day and a half, he most likely woke up to a nightmare and needed to relax. Sebastian listened to the sound of the water beating down on the shower walls and also Kurt's naked body, and for the first time he noticed Kurt whimpering. Sebastian's heart sank, thinking of Kurt – his poor, beautiful Kurt – crying beneath the hot water, probably using the spray to mask his tears. Sebastian swung his legs over the side of the bed and headed to the bathroom door, his hand poised to knock when a sudden, unexpected keen caught his attention. Sebastian held his breath and listened harder, trying to hone in on that sound if it came around again, and when it finally did, Sebastian was sure. His jaw dropped as he backed away from the door. The backs of his knees hit the mattress when he heard the muffled sound again and he stumbled backward onto the bed.
Oh my God! Sebastian thought. Kurt was masturbating!
Sebastian suspected, but Kurt kept his thoughts about things like that very private. Kurt never seemed comfortable discussing anything sexual, and as his friend, Sebastian didn't pry. Even if Kurt hadn't been the Scion, it would have been too tacky to come out and ask. Sebastian imagined it had to be a tricky business for the Scion. Impure thoughts were considered evil, but the priests taught them that as impure creatures themselves there was some wiggle room. But where the priests sit on the bottom of the totem pole, the Scion sat perched on top, so how much wiggle room did Kurt have? Besides, exactly what did a supposedly perfect person fantasize about when they masturbated?
"Sebastian."
Sebastian's head snapped up at the sound; a moan so low, so quiet that a single breath would have drowned it out, but Sebastian still managed to hear it, even above the pounding water.
"Sebastian."
"Fuck," Sebastian groaned softly. He laid back on his pillows and closed his eyes, fighting with the decision between trying to block Kurt out and go back to sleep, or to let the temptation in Kurt's voice carry him along with it, if only in secret. A sudden thought of a naked Kurt standing beneath the water; steam rising up around his trim, muscular body; head thrown back, eyes closed, his hand fisting around his cock while he moaned Sebastian's name pretty much made Sebastian's mind up for him. He relaxed into the thin pillows and the stiff blankets as much as he could and listened to the muted sound of Kurt's voice.
"Sebastian."
Sebastian felt his body awaken, lured by that sound, his hand sneaking into his pants. Honestly, it was something he rarely did. As much as he sometimes detested being a priest, it was still his life, and masturbation didn't seem to fit well with duty, obedience, and responsibility. Sebastian joined the order to escape the long arm of his abusive father. After exactly twelve minutes in the dorms he had planned a way to escape. A minute later, he saw Kurt for the first time…and because of Kurt, he stayed. He made it his personal mission to protect Kurt. It was a vow he intended to keep.
Sebastian's hand moved slowly over his own cock, quickening his pace when Kurt continued to speak.
"Tell me you love me, Sebastian," Kurt murmured.
"I love you, Kurt," Sebastian whispered into his pillow.
"Tell me you want me."
If five words ever existed that could tear Sebastian completely apart, Kurt found them. Sebastian clenched his teeth, growling in frustration as he hit the bed hard.
"I want you, Kurt," Sebastian whined. "God, I want you."
"Tell me you need me."
Sebastian nearly choked. It was a plea, and it sounded so small and plaintive and unsure.
"Every day of my life," Sebastian replied softly to the empty air and the closed bathroom door.
Kurt's ramblings turned into a low, breathy pant and Sebastian could somehow feel beneath his skin and in his blood that Kurt was close. It was like a mist that surrounded him. He breathed it in through his mouth and let it fill his lungs. It expanded out through capillaries and arteries until it reached every last inch of him. Most of all, it completed him in a sensational way. It mended the rifts and filled the holes; every piece that had been torn away from him felt revitalized and renewed, and when he came over his fist, too caught up in the moment to even think about stopping, to consider the mess he'd have to explain when Kurt returned, there were so few of his actual cares left that he could almost convince himself that everything was good and normal in his world. He wanted that feeling. Even as it still lingered in the air around him he craved it. He knew he'd have to be careful not to become addicted, or it could change his relationship with Kurt forever.
The shower water stopped and reality bled in.
"Shitshitshit!" Sebastian chanted as he quickly cleaned himself up with this own shirt, shoving it hastily out of sight in the corner. He was debating changing the bed sheets when Kurt stepped out, completely dressed, skin damp and flushed from the hot water, a cloud of steam wafting around him and rolling across the graying carpet on the floor. Their eyes locked – Sebastian's from where he stood at the foot of the bed and Kurt's where he stopped just reaching the head of it, his face growing pinker by the second. They stared at each other with twin blank expressions that hid awkwardness and fear and embarrassment. Sebastian's heart beat out a steady rhythm that begged Kurt, "Please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask…"
Because whatever the Scion asked, his priest would have to answer.
It was a sin for a priest to lie to the Scion.
But Kurt wasn't just a Scion, he was also becoming a man – a man that he had always hoped would have inherited Elizabeth Hummel's grace, tact, and decorum as well as Burt Hummel's wisdom and easygoing nature.
"There's still some hot water left if you want to take a shower," Kurt said, hanging his wet towel behind the bathroom door and flicking off the light. "Though to tell you the truth, there wasn't really all that much to begin with."
"N-no," Sebastian stuttered. "No…I think I'm good."
Kurt climbed back onto the bed and looked up at his friend.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, a shy but surprisingly mischievous smile on his plump, pink lips.
Unusually plump, Sebastian noticed. Almost bitten…swollen…
His jaw dropped.
"Yeah," Sebastian confirmed, nodding a little more stringently than necessary.
Kurt chuckled once softly and slid into the bed on Sebastian's side.
"Uh…Kurt?" Sebastian approached Kurt, finally finding the will to move from his spot. "Don't you usually sleep on the right?"
"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "I usually do. I just like the energy on your side of the bed right now. Is that alright with you?"
"Yeah," Sebastian said softly, nodding, and climbing back in beside him. "Yeah, that's fine."
It amazed Sebastian how quickly he managed to fall back to sleep with Kurt in his arms.