A/N: So I got a prompt on FF yesterday from a reviewer who wanted Sebastian coming home from a stressful day at work, holding Kurt, breathing him in, and cuddle time. So, this is short and sweet, but I hope it fits the bill :) Futurefic, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, romance, language and nudity.
Sebastian trudged home after a long day at work, tight in every conceivable muscle, his eyes burning with fatigue, and the anthem of the day ringing loudly in his ears.
"Sebastian, I wanted those projections yesterday! Where the hell are they?"
"Sebastian, you have to present for new clients at nine, noon, and four. Plan on staying late."
"Sebastian! You know you have pretty big shoes to fill now that your brother got his partnership at that firm across town, traitorous little wretch. I expect better from you."
"Sebastian, if you're just going to sit on your ass all day, can you at least look like you're getting something done?"
"If I hadn't promised your mother…"
Sebastian deplored working for his father's firm. It was one of the stipulations behind his parents paying for his education. When they had originally struck that bargain, Sebastian didn't have any clue what he was getting himself into. He knew his dad was a hard ass, but he didn't think it would be this bad.
A son shouldn't come home from work every day hating his old man.
Even though he felt like a tragic loser, he was happy to be heading home to Kurt.
He needed his fiancé more than anything. He had left the office an hour and a half late and wound up missing his train, and then the connection as well. He texted Kurt when he finally got on board instead of calling him so that he didn't end up whining like a bitch on a subway car full of strangers.
Sebastian made his way to the penthouse he and Kurt shared, feeling a little less hopeless than he had a few hours before.
Sebastian could hear Kurt singing the moment the elevator stopped on their floor, the door opening up to the living room of their penthouse. From the clanging of pots and pans, and the savory smell of a roast cooking lingering in the air, Sebastian knew Kurt was in the kitchen.
"Sebastian?" Kurt called, peeking his head out from behind the double-door oven. "Dinner will be ready in an hour if you want to…"
Sebastian didn't say a word. He walked up to his fiancé, pulling the potholders off his hands and slipping the apron from around his waist.
"Sebastian?"
Sebastian took Kurt's hand and walked him quietly through the living room to the sofa. He sat down on the plush, overstuffed cushions, kicked off his shoes, and yanked Kurt down into his lap.
"Sebastian?" Kurt chuckled nervously. "Are you okay?"
Sebastian leaned his head against Kurt's shoulder and shook it sadly so Kurt could feel his answer.
Kurt nodded, settling further back into his arms and let Sebastian hold him. Sebastian slipped his hands beneath Kurt's shirt to feel the warmth of his skin as he held him. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of Kurt's neck and breathed in deep, catching the mixture of jasmine and orange from his body wash, the spicy peppercorn aroma of the rub he put on the meat, and something else sweet that started to weave its way into his consciousness.
"Did you make a chocolate cake?" Sebastian asked, his voice muffled by Kurt's cashmere sweater.
"I did," Kurt said. "It should be done before the roast if you want to start with dessert first. Something tells me it's been a dessert first kind of day."
Sebastian nodded in agreement.
"It was, but for right now, can we just stay here?" Sebastian asked. "Can I just hold you?"
"Sure," Kurt said with a sigh. "For as long as you want."
Sebastian continued to breathe Kurt in until his soothing scent replaced the oxygen in his lungs and he felt a little giddy.
"Can we do naked cuddling?" Sebastian asked, kissing Kurt's neck.
"That bad, huh?" Kurt chuckled sympathetically.
"Yes," Sebastian said, pouting like a wounded child.
"Alright," Kurt said even though Sebastian had already started pulling Kurt's sweater over his head. Kurt took over with his own tight jeans while Sebastian quickly tore off his business façade, tossing various pieces all over the living room much to Kurt's dismay. Kurt bit his tongue in an effort not to say anything.
"Better?" Kurt asked when Sebastian folded his arms back around him and held him close.
"Much," Sebastian said, sinking deeper into the sofa with his fiancé in his arms.
Sebastian squeezed his eyes tight trying not to scream.
Fuck work. Fuck mergers and acquisitions. Fuck ledgers and stocks. Most of all, fuck his dad. Sebastian's dad loved money. It was like an obsession with the man. Why he had ever even agreed to have children was beyond Sebastian since, in reality, children are the largest drain on a man's wallet in history (or so his dad so often said).
Sebastian loved money, too. It had served him well his entire life. I kept him on top of the game. It kept him secure.
But money doesn't really get you any closer to heaven.
Sebastian let his face relax when he felt Kurt turn and kiss his cheek, a smile replacing the grimace that had almost taken up permanent residence on his lips.
Sure, money was great…but it was nothing compared to the heaven he held in his arms.