A/N: Kurt and Sebastian are asleep in the loft when an unforeseen event forces them out on the fire escape. Futurefic, AU, smut. Warnings for rutting, light exhibitionism and shared somnophilia kink.
"Seb…" Kurt groans, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand which does nothing since his skin is already inundated with sweat, "Seb, hand me the sunscreen, babe."
"What?" a tired, hoarse voice mutters beside him.
"The sunscreen…" Kurt mumbles.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sebastian blinks heavy eyelids, trying to figure out what Kurt wants, but sweat from his brow drips down into his eyes and the vision he fought to gain blurs again. All Sebastian knows is it's hot and it's dark and for some reason Kurt is bitching about sunscreen.
"Did you forget the sunscreen again?" Kurt feels around with his hand, brushing Sebastian's leg as he gropes for the bottle that he's sure must be somewhere between them. "I'm going to burn like no one's business if I get any more sun."
"Kurt…" Sebastian reaches out a hand to shake his sleeping boyfriend. "Kurt...Kurt…Kurt!"
When gentle shaking doesn't do the trick, Sebastian smacks Kurt on the arm.
"Ow! Bas!" Kurt complains, sitting straight up, blinking his eyes and focusing into the darkness of their bedroom. Kurt sweeps his eyes over the room, pitch black even for the night, confused as to why he thought they were at the beach. He sits still for a moment to get his mental bearings and figures out why. It's hot; miserably hot and humid, making it hard for him to breath. Sweat rolls all over his body, down his arms, his neck, and his back. He can even feel it meandering over his scalp through the strands of his hair. The sheets beneath him are drenched with sweat and Kurt cringes.
"Gross," he whines. "What the fuck happened to the a/c?"
Sebastian sits up beside Kurt, wiping the sweat from his eyes with the hem of his t-shirt, and examines the uncharacteristically extreme darkness of the loft.
"I think there's been a brown out," Sebastian says. "The alarm clock's out, the lamp in the living room…" Sebastian steps out of bed and walks to the window, putting his hand over his eyes to look out into the street. "Street light's are on, but I don't see any lights in the windows.
"Ugh! Who knows when they're going to get the electricity back on? I can't sleep in this heat!" Kurt flops back down on the sweaty sheets, hearing them squelch beneath him, and his jaw drops in disgust. "Yuck!"
Sebastian turns slowly, looking around the loft, sleepy eyes scanning the space while he thinks of a solution.
"Come on, princess," he says, rushing into the living room and attacking their futon. Kurt can't see him clearly, but he can hear the rustling of the mattress being moved.
"Bas…" Kurt grouses, getting up from the bed, his pajamas uncomfortably moist, his limbs weighed down by exhaustion and the intense heat that only seems to get worse when he moves. "The living room isn't going to be any cooler than the bedroom."
"We're not sleeping in the living room." Sebastian opens the window that leads to the fire escape and starts shoving the futon mattress out onto the enclosed metal ledge.
Kurt watches him, brow knit in confusion as Sebastian pushes the last few inches of the mattress outside and claps his hands together in triumph. He turns to see Kurt standing a few feet behind him, swaying on his feet, stunned.
"Don't just stand there," Sebastian scolds. "Go get the pillows and a blanket." Without another word, Sebastian climbs out the window. Kurt shakes his head, torn by Sebastian's solution. He's not too keen on sleeping outside. The words 'Kurt' and 'the outdoors' are not often used in the same sentence together. Then again, the idea of melting in an overheated apartment isn't winning any awards either. With a long, defeated sigh, Kurt gathers up the pillows and blankets from their sweat-soaked bed and drags them to the window, feeding them out to a waiting Sebastian.
"Could you go any slower, Kurt?" Sebastian asks. "I have to be at school in three hours."
"Fuck you, Bas," Kurt yawns, struggling to climb out the window.
"Kinky," Sebastian says with a smile, offering Kurt a hand when his lounge pants catch on the raised head of a nail head embedded in the window sill.
"Let's just get back to sleep," Kurt grumbles, climbing beneath the blanket and sighing when a cool breeze swirls around them, sending a delightful and welcome chill shooting across his skin. Kurt closes his eyes and waits for Sebastian to settle down beside him. He feels Sebastian's body slide beneath the blanket, but after that he shifts around endlessly, bumping Kurt with his elbow and kicking him with his heel.
"Hey, weren't you the one bitching about needing to get up in a few hours?" Kurt reaches out a hand to slap whatever part of Sebastian he can find. His fingers come in contact with smooth, bare skin, and Kurt's eyes immediately shoot open.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to get comfortable," Sebastian says innocently. "My clothes were strangling me."
Sebastian smirks at Kurt's shocked expression.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," Sebastian says. "It's not like anyone can see me."
"Not that that would stop you," Kurt retorts, shutting his eyes again and rolling onto his side.
Sebastian shimmies up behind him, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist and pulling him close, fitting their bodies together so Kurt can feel his half-hard cock push against his back.
Kurt scoffs and shakes his head.
"You know me," Sebastian says without a hint of apology, "sleeping outside in the nude...definitely a turn-on."
"Sebastian, breathing is a turn-on for you," Kurt says.
"Come on, Kurt," Sebastian whispers in that velvety voice that can pretty much persuade Kurt to do just about anything, "give it a shot. Live a little."
Kurt sighs, smiling since he knows Sebastian can't see him.
"You're not going to let me sleep until I do it, are you?"
"Probably not," Sebastian agrees, shamelessly kissing down Kurt's neck.
Kurt weighs the pros and cons for a second longer, peeking around to see if any of the other buildings had a clear view of their fire escape.
"Fuck," Kurt sighs. Sebastian leans away so Kurt can pull off his damp shirt and the pants clinging to his legs. He had to admit it felt better to be free of his oppressive clothes, but he isn't about to let that piece of information slip. As soon as he's free of his last piece of clothing Sebastian slips up behind him again, fitting his hard-on between Kurt's ass cheeks, rutting slowly.
"Bas…" Kurt moans, slightly irritated. "I have to get to sleep!"
"Then go to sleep," Sebastian murmurs into Kurt's ear, still moving in long, languid thrusts up and down over Kurt's hole. "I won't wake you. I promise."
Kurt rolls his eyes and readjusts his head on the pillow, not willing to divulge that this happens to be one of his favorite secret kinks, though he suspects that Sebastian already knows.
"Alright," Kurt says dramatically, pushing his ass back against his boyfriend's rutting cock and closing his eyes, letting the quiet pants of Sebastian's breathing mix with the soothing sounds of the city to lull him to sleep, "just don't get too loud or Mrs. Sponetti upstairs will call the cops on us again."