If there was one thing Kurt could say for sure about a Warbler party, it was that it was certainly different from a New Directions party. For one thing, the crowd was not nearly as rowdy, unless you counted the various McKinley kids who were doing their best to fulfill every possible public school stereotype that the Dalton students might be harboring. The music was definitely better; Kurt had already heard two songs that were fantastic and completely unfamiliar to him. And all signs pointed to it being much more gay-friendly ("signs" being David's friends Nick and Jeff making out furiously on the couch, so intertwined that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began). Watching the McKinley kids, most of whom had never seen two guys kissing before, react to them was almost entertaining enough to make Kurt forget that George hadn't shown up yet. Almost.
He'd texted earlier that day that he needed to change the plan and would meet Kurt at the party instead of picking him up. Kurt had debated for hours whether it made more sense to drive himself, so he wouldn't be tied to anyone else's schedule, or to catch a ride with someone so that he'd be free to leave with George, if that happened. Eventually, he'd asked Tina if he could ride with her (he wasn't getting in the middle of a Finn/Rachel thing again and Mike was coming from work so he was meeting Tina there) and so he felt perfectly justified sipping the concoction that Puck had shoved into his hand shortly after their arrival. A little liquid courage couldn't hurt, right?
But there he stood, staring out the window, and although cars pulled up fairly regularly none of them seemed to contain the boy he was looking for.
It was all Sebastian's fault. Not directly of course, even Kurt could admit that, but if George had had a last minute change of heart (and who could blame him, Kurt insisted to the part of his brain that was trying to be mad at George, given what Sebastian had done to him?) it was clearly because he wasn't comfortable with the probability of running into the lead Warbler again. Kurt glared across the room at the corner where Sebastian, clearly much more in his element than he'd been at Sugar's party, was holding court in the midst of a good-sized circle of Dalton boys who were hanging on his every word. Sheep, Kurt thought to himself with a little sniff. Just because he could sing and he was hot, everyone just fell all over themselves to kiss his ass. And if any one of them knew Sebastian's true colors, well, Kurt suspected they wouldn't be quite so eager to fawn over him.
He turned back the window with a sigh. Eventually he was going to have to admit that George wasn't coming. And much as he wanted to just stand here and keep hoping, the sound of David's friends on the couch indulging in activities that would almost certainly be off the table for Kurt tonight was really too much to bear. He fervently wished he'd driven his own car, because he'd really like to just leave. But Tina was somewhere wrapped around Mike, no doubt, and everyone had someone and he was doomed to just stand here all alone all night.
"Oh my God! Don't turn around!" came a very excited voice from behind him. "I'm trying to figure out whether that shirt is Tom Ford or Ralph Lauren just from the back."
"O-kay," Kurt kept his eyes on the window and his back to whoever had spoken.
After a few moments there was a long defeated sigh and, "Okay, you can turn around. I can't do it."
He turned to find a short, eager-looking boy in oversized glasses standing very close to him and staring at his shirt like he was trying to memorize the details.
"Go ahead, tell me! I hate it when I get stumped like this!"
Kurt smiled tentatively. "It's Hugo Boss," he said.
The boy's eyes opened wide as saucers and he smacked himself in the forehead dramatically. "Hugo Boss! I should have known! The collar should have been a dead giveaway." He held out his hand to Kurt. "But where are my manners?! I'm Chandler. Chandler Kiel."
Kurt offered his own hand and let Chandler shake it vigorously. "Kurt Hummel," he said.
"I am shocked to find anyone here with an actual sense of style. Honestly, that shirt is perfection. You'd think at least a few of these trust fund babies would know how to dress, but I guess wearing a uniform all day must stunt your sense of style or something."
"So you don't go to Dalton?" Kurt asked.
"Oh, God no!" Chandler finally let Kurt have his hand back. "I'm a friend of Jeff's. He's the blonde half of the two-headed monster on the couch. What about you?"
"McKinley High. I'm only here because my friend is dating one of them. And our glee club is worried that their glee club is trying to steal our secrets so . . ."
"You sing?!" Chandler's excitement ratcheted up several notches. "Oh my God! I sing too! I mean, we don't have a glee club at my school but I'm applying for several programs in New York right now. I am NOT spending the rest of my life in Ohio, I can tell you that!"
Kurt smiled, because loud as he was, Chandler's excitement was kind of infectious. "I'm applying to NYADA," he said.
Chandler practically squealed. "So we'll be neighbors next year! Oh, we should absolutely get together and share audition secrets or something. I know I could use some fashion tips from someone with your obvious sense of style."
Kurt was a little taken aback by this. Having to worry about the protocol of giving his number to one guy while he was sort-of-maybe dating another was a problem he'd never expected to encounter. At least not before he got to New York.
"Um, well, I'm sort of seeing someone right now . . ."
Chandler's face dropped from hopeful to dejected so quickly it was almost comical.
"It's just really new, you know? And I don't want to screw it up so I probably shouldn't..."
Chandler nodded furiously. "I get it. Of course. I'd do the same thing if it was me. Just, well, Jeff knows my number. You know. In case it doesn't work out." He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. "Not that I'm hoping it doesn't work out! I mean, I want you to...oh God. I'm losing it, aren't I? I tend to do that."
Kurt smiled at him. "No. I get it. It's flattering, really."
"Okay, well, maybe I'll see you around?" Chandler held out his hand again and Kurt shook it, feeling a little weird at all this formality.
"Sure," he said, and Chandler gave him his hand back, did a sort of funny little salute, and took his leave, heading into the next room. Watching him disappear took Kurt's eyes right back to Sebastian in his corner, reigning over his little kingdom of admirers. Sebastian who happened to be looking right at him. Crap.
Even from across the room in the dim party light, Kurt could see one eyebrow lift in the direction of Chandler's retreating back. Sebastian made a comment to his gaggle of groupies, then pushed past them and sauntered casually toward Kurt, never taking his eyes off him.
Shit. What the hell did he want now? Kurt half-turned back toward the window, praying that he'd see George making his way up the walk. Instead, all he saw was Sebastian's reflection getting closer and closer.
"I'm surprised your little fan club didn't follow you over here," he said without really turning away from the window. "Isn't that what you pay them for?"
"Ouch," Sebastian said calmly. Kurt could see from his reflection that he was also looking out the window, eyes flicking up and down the street in front of the house.
"Well go ahead then," Kurt said.
"What are you talking about?" Sebastian's voice was completely neutral, and for some reason that irritated Kurt no end.
He turned his head toward Sebastian; trying to see the street and Sebastian's face in the glass at the same time was making him a little dizzy. "I'm sure you came over here to make some comment about me managing to find someone even more flaming than myself to talk to. So just get it over with then we can both go back to what we were doing."
Sebastian smirked over the rim of his glass as he took a long sip of some amber liquid. "You don't know me as well as you think you do," he commented, a small hint of amusement creeping into his voice.
"Really? So why are you talking to me?"
Sebastian leaned in closer. "I was going to compliment your wardrobe."
"My wardrobe?" Kurt asked skeptically.
"Well, I can honestly say I never expected to see Kurt Hummel wearing fuck-me jeans."
"What?!" Kurt turned completely away from the window to face Sebastian, glancing around the room to make sure no one else had heard.
Sebastian took another sip of his drink and let his eyes roam down Kurt's body, lingering long enough at his crotch that Kurt actually started to blush. "Ooh, I stand corrected. Those are clearly I'll-fuck-you jeans."
"Oh my God!" Kurt gasped. "What is wrong with you?"
"Well now you're starting to confuse me," Sebastian said patronizingly. "You don't seem to like it when I imply that you're a girl, but then when I notice your surprisingly impressive package, you freak out. How am I supposed to know what you really want from me?"
He had to be drunk, Kurt thought. He couldn't fathom any other reason why Sebastian would be talking to him this way. "How about you just stop commenting on me at all? I didn't ask your opinion."
Sebastian clicked his tongue in a tsk-tsk sound that would have been comical coming from anyone else. "Oh, no. No, you don't get to play the ice queen now. You wore those pants specifically to show off your dick and that perky little ass. You can't act all injured just because the person who noticed them isn't the one you wanted to notice them."
He was definitely drunk. "Well it looks like he isn't coming so maybe you could give me a break and go find someone else to torture."
A weird intensity filled Sebastian's eyes, and he glanced out the window and back to Kurt before he said, "Shame. He doesn't know what he's missing. Fuck-me jeans look pretty good on you."
"I'll-fuck-you jeans, remember?" Kurt said without thinking. And where the hell did that come from? He looked down into the glass Puck had given him. It must have been the drink.
"You know where they'd look even better?" Sebastian asked.
"I can't imagine."
"On the floor next to one of those beds upstairs."
It had to have been the drink. Because instead of flinging it in Sebastian's face or storming off in a huff, Kurt found himself laughing, sharp and loud, the kind of laugh you'd hear out of Lauren Zizes on the rare occasion someone genuinely surprised her. And then for some reason Sebastian was laughing too, like he couldn't help himself in the face of Kurt's mirth.
"Oh my God, do lines like that actually work for you?" he couldn't help asking.
"More often than you'd think," Sebastian admitted, and Kurt could see something that looked like challenge in his eyes. The same challenge he'd seen before when they'd sparred like this.
"Well, apparently not often enough, if you're desperate enough to use them on me," he said.
For just a moment Sebastian's eyes seemed to darken and he took half a step closer to Kurt, close enough that Kurt had a brief, wild feeling that he was about to be kissed. Sebastian was still for just a moment, then some new emotion took over his face, something Kurt couldn't read at all, and he shook his head the tiniest bit.
"Oh, I'm never desperate," he said, and the swagger Kurt had seen before when he was surrounded by his fan club came back full force. "I can have anyone I want." And he turned back towards the room, as if Kurt didn't even exist any more, and cut a swath through the milling crowd as he moved away, causing heads to turn in his direction as if they'd been choreographed just to prove his point.
Sebastian could feel Kurt's eyes trained on the back of his head as he walked away, and he grinned and rolled his hips just that little bit harder in response as he strode confidently back across the room. He had to give David credit where credit was due; this party was shaping up to be a hell of a lot better than he had anticipated, and the night was still young, so to speak.
Then again, Sebastian mused as he reached the group of Dalton boys he had been chatting with earlier and easily integrated himself back into their fold, his expectations had been pretty much through the floor a couple of hours ago, so it was hardly surprising. In fact, up until dinnertime he had been fully intending on not even turning up, puppy dog eyes from David be damned. After Kurt's little revelation the weekend before about a certain somebody being brought as a plus-one, Sebastian had decided that there was nothing on this earth that would possibly convince him to attend. He just couldn't be in the same room as George for an entire night, not at a Dalton-hosted party of all places, he justcouldn't.
But then he had gone down to the main hall for supper, and had sat and laughed and joked with his friends, and he had realized that Dalton washis turf now. It was his school, and these were his friends, and if he was going let an ex-boyfriend send him running then he needed to do some serious re-evaluating of his personality, because this Sebastian Smythe didn't run from anything. He wasn't that boy any more.
Accepting a replacement drink from Matthew (when on earth had his last glass gotten so empty?) Sebastian threw a cocky smirk over towards the window where Kurt was standing, just in case the other boy was still watching him. He was. Sebastian watched with satisfaction as the color rose in Kurt's cheeks and he quickly turned back to looking out of the window. He really was adorable.
Sebastian had clocked onto Kurt as soon as he entered the party. Really, he had been impossible to miss in those 'fuck-me' jeans ('I'll-fuck-you' his brain helpfully corrected, and didn't that just bring up a whole host of inappropriate mental imagery). It was absolutely crazy; everything in the universe was telling Sebastian that he should just forget about Kurt – he wasn't Sebastian's type, he was too innocent despite his blithe comebacks, Sebastian would break him, they had gotten off to the world's worst start, he was sort of dating Sebastian's ex for fucks sake! - and yet for the past hour his attention had constantly gravitated back towards the boy with azure eyes and the most fuck-worthy ass known to man. He kept telling himself that it was just because Kurt had spent the whole party waiting by the window - waiting for George - and while Sebastian didn't care about Kurt one way or another, surely he had some sort of moral obligation to make sure George didn't screw anyone else over? In any case, if he kept telling himself that, maybe it would become reality, because it certainly couldn't be that he found Kurt Hummel as captivating as his constant attention might lead one to believe.
With that as his ever-present mantra he had been perfectly content to observe from afar, but then that pint-sized porcupine had started flirting with Kurt, and before Sebastian had even known what he was doing on his feet had started taking him over to the window. About halfway across the room his brain had formulated the foolproof plan that Kurt Hummel should be his conquest for the night. After all, it was the good, decentthing to do, getting him away from George like that, and if Sebastian got sex out of it in the process, then so much the better.
And fuck had their interaction been fun. Sebastian found himself not even caring that Kurt had rejected him (he had the whole night to change his mind after all); it had been so long since he had found somebody willing to spar like that, and Kurt certainly knew how to bring his A-game.
Sebastian sipped his drink and turned back to the conversation in front of him, laughing in all the right places as some nameless sophomore told a joke about Mr. Pratmore from the English department, silently forming his next plan of attack.
A drink or six later found Sebastian propping up David in the corner as his friend waxed lyrical about Saint-Mercedes-The-Perfect. Again. They had already gone through two rounds of "She's so incredible," an interlude of "I think I want to marry her" (at which Sebastian had to bite his tongue so hard he was pretty sure he drew blood. Seriously, talk about moving fast!) and now Sebastian was nodding along as David told him in detail exactly how attractive he found his new girlfriend.
"I mean, she's just, she's just stunning, don't you think Sebby?" David slurred slightly as he smiled bashfully up at Sebastian, waving a drunken hand in the direction of the dance floor where Mercedes was currently dancing with a large group of New Directions kids.
"Yes, she is very a beautiful lady," Sebastian agreed amiably, trying not to laugh at his friend as he struggled to remain upright.
"She's more than beautiful, Seb, don't you just want to go over there and rip her clothes-"
"Whoa there, Romeo," Sebastian interrupted with a laugh, "I think you've got the wrong audience here." When David simply looked at Sebastian with a bemused expression on his face Sebastian gave a soft sigh, "Okay buddy, I think it's time to get you some water."
Sebastian surveyed the room hurriedly, groaning when he saw that the only available seat was on the sofa next to Jeff and Nick, who apparently hadn't moved all night. He felt a bit bad interrupting - after all it was so rare that they went to parties where his friends were able to be affectionate with each other – but it seemed there was nothing else to be done as David started to feel progressively more like dead weight on his shoulder. With no small amount of prodding and poking he guided his friend over to the sofa, slapping Jeff purposefully on the shoulder as he lowered David down onto the seat. "Look after him will you? I'm just going to get him some water." Jeff waved his arm in what Sebastian hoped was acceptance (what with him still being lip-locked at the time it was hard to tell) and with a swift pat to David's knee Sebastian started to make his way towards the kitchen.
On his way back across the room he couldn't help scouting out Kurt, who was still standing by the window. It had been at least forty-five minutes since Sebastian had last approached him, and maybe now was the perfect time for Sebastian to try a few more moves. After all, it just wasn't right that such talent should be wasted standing by a window, waiting for George of all people. He quickly made his way back toward David, thrusting the glass of water into his friend's hands with firm instructions to drink, before spinning around to walk over toward Kurt for the second time that night, making sure his swagger was firmly in place as he did so.
"Tell me you haven't spent the entire night sitting over here waiting for Prince Charming, Princess, it's such a waste." Sebastian made sure to lace his voice with as much charm as possible, his trademark smirk firmly in place as Kurt gave a put-upon sigh and slowly twisted away from the window to face Sebastian.
"And here I was thinking I'd gotten rid of you for the night. What do you want this time Sebastian?" Kurt's expression was drawn, as if he had been mentally worn down by a night of hoping, waiting, and invariably being let down. Sebastian could relate.
Sebastian raised his hands in protest, his eyes wide and innocent. "Alright, Princess, no need to get snippy with me because your boyfriend left you hanging. I was just trying to pay you a simple compliment, that's all."
Kurt snorted, one eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "And what sort of twisted compliment might that be Sebastian? No, go on, tell me. I could do with another laugh right about now."
"I was just going to say that it's a waste you standing here all night waiting for some jerk when you could have any guy in this room with a swing of your ass. Now that's a pretty decent compliment if you ask me." In all honesty Sebastian hadn't quite intended to come out with something quite so sycophantic; the six vodka-based concoctions mixed up by Dalton's self-proclaimed mixologist had obviously gone straight to his head. Still, there was no going back now, he might as well roll with it.
"Only you could play up your own compliments, Sebastian." Kurt sighed in the same world-weary tone, though some of the light that had been present during their last interaction had returned to his eyes, and he stood a little straighter as he took a long sip from the glass clenched in his hand. "That's a pretty bold statement you've got going there."
Sebastian smirked, "Hey, Dalton's not a gay school but we're pretty damn close. And you, sweetheart, are basically gay catnip."
Kurt frowned, crossing his arms as he surveyed the room appraisingly, chewing his lip as he clearly pondered his options. Finally he pointed a slender finger at a tall, blonde boy furiously making out with his girlfriend up against a wall in the corner. "Really, you think I could get him if I wanted?"
Sebastian laughed, loving the fact that Kurt was getting drawn into their verbal tête-à-tête. "I think he'd be persuadable. You've certainly got better hair than she does in any case. Seriously, the girl needs to be told that bigger isn't always better."
"Is that what you tell the poor, misguided fools you trick into coming home with you?" Kurt hit back instantly, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian as if daring him to challenge his statement, before continuing on without giving Sebastian a chance to defend himself. "Alright, how about David then? Don't try telling me he's of the 'persuadable' variety."
Sebastian gave a small shrug. "Oh, our Dave's surprisingly liberal. If you can get Mercedes on board with the idea then I'm sure he'd be up for a Devil's threesome."
Kurt gave a small shudder at Sebastian's words and shook his head violently. "Thank you for that frankly traumatizing mental image, I'll add that to the list of things to hold against you. But more to the point, you said before it was you who could have anybody in this room, so where does that leave me?"
Sebastian cocked his head as if considering Kurt's words. "Hmm, you make a good point Princess. Tell you what, I'll agree to go halves with you, as long as you agree I get first pick."
Kurt laughed a bright, honest laugh that made something twist uncomfortably in Sebastian's chest. This was Kurt genuinely enjoying himself, clearly relishing the challenge of their interactions just as much as Sebastian was, and it was somewhat grounding to know that he wasn't the only one who felt like this, like he needed this sort of verbal back-and-forth to survive. Fuck, he must have had way more to drink than he had realized. Definitely time to get back on track.
Leaning forwards so that he was just inside of Kurt's personal space without crowding the other boy, he lowered his voice and whispered silkily "Or, you know, we could just ditch everyone else and go have some fun on our own."
He heard Kurt's breath catch in his throat, and watched with satisfaction as Kurt's pupils dilated and he unconsciously licked his lips. Full, plump lips that Sebastian wanted nothing more than to suck into his mouth and taste. He didn't move an inch though, simply waiting. After a long moment Kurt dropped his gaze to the ground, shaking his head vigorously as if to dislodge any thoughts currently running around in his brain, and when he looked back up his stare was hard, determined. "As…tempting…as that offer is," he began in a voice that was dripping with sarcasm. "I think I'd rather try my luck with the straight guy. Points for effort though. Better luck next time, Princess."
Sebastian could only watch, mouth slightly agape, as with that final remark Kurt patted Sebastian patronizingly on the shoulder, before spinning around and sauntering over towards the dance floor, his movements an exact mirror of Sebastian's previous exit, complete with head-turns from all angles.
This might just be, Kurt thought as he navigated aimlessly across the room, the strangest night of his life so far.
His head was spinning and he wasn't sure if it was because of the drink Puck had given him or because of the way Sebastian's eyes had connected with his just before he'd pulled himself together enough to remember who he was flirting with and make his escape. Because it didn't matter. He was Kurt Hummel and there was no way he could be won over with a few shallow compliments and loaded glances. Not when he knew what Sebastian was - everything he was. Everything he'd done to George. George who had every right to want to avoid the party tonight, Kurt insisted to the tiny part of his brain that had been whispering "coward" for the past hour.
He just wished he could figure it out. Who was this boy who could do something as heinous as what he'd done to George, but then go out of his way to help settle his drunken friend? The boy who all but called Kurt a girl with the same look of - anticipation? excitement? - that he wore when he complimented Kurt's dick?
But it didn't matter, he told himself firmly. It didn't matter if Sebastian was a teen gay wet dream, the devil incarnate, or just a dressed-up version of Dave Karofsky who was too ashamed to admit what he really wanted without the fortification of alcohol. Sebastian was not his problem. His problem was finding Tina and getting the hell away from this party before his life had a chance to get any weirder.
"Boo! Come dance with me!" A hand grabbed his arm from behind and he was spun around to face Mercedes, who seemed like she was a few sheets into the wind herself. She beamed a dazzling smile at him. "I need you!" she hollered over the beat of the music. "I think David passed out on the couch and I am so not done dancing yet!"
"No, honey," Kurt protested, "I just want to go home, really."
"Fat chance! Tina and Mike disappeared upstairs half an hour ago so you might as well give up and come have some fun. Just because your boy didn't show is no reason not to have a good time." She pulled him close and spoke directly in his ear. "Besides, what better way to show you-know-who that you don't care what he thinks than to rock out with your friends?"
Kurt gaped at her for just a moment, wondering how much she knew, but then realized she must have seen them talking and assumed it was just another of their usual sparring matches. And at that exact moment the song changed to one that Kurt loved, which seemed like enough of a sign that he flashed Mercedes a grin, drained his cup in one long gulp (to Mercedes' enthusiastic whooping) and deposited it on a passing table as she dragged him out into the press of gyrating bodies.
To hell with everything, he thought. The alcohol was buzzing through his body and his heartbeat was synchronizing with the bass of the music and he just let go. He was sick and tired of second-guessing and hoping for things that weren't going to happen or fearing things that might. He was especially sick and tired of pretending to himself that he wasn't imagining how a certain long, lean body would feel pressed up against his own. Mercedes was laughing out loud and he realized his own voice was joining with hers as they spun around each other in the mad crush of the dance floor.
They laughed and danced their way through two more songs, until the buzz of the alcohol was making him feel a little hollow-legged and definitely more graceful than he probably was, and then suddenly, as the third song trailed off, Mercedes' eyes focused with astonishment on something behind him. Before he could turn around an arm slipped around his waist and pulled him back against the body to which it was attached.
"You came!" he exclaimed, and he let himself sink back into George's embrace as excitement tingled through his body.
"Not yet, actually, but I'm thinking it's a distinct possibility," said a voice that was definitely not George's in his ear.
Of course. The body was all wrong, much too tall, and the voice in his ear came from the wrong angle. Kurt spun around in Sebastian's arms and shoved him away hard.
"What the hell, Sebastian?!"
Kurt's shove had knocked him off balance, but Sebastian recovered quickly and was right back, arm snaking around Kurt's waist again as the strains of a new song filled the room. "Relax," he all but commanded. "It's just a dance. Nothing to get worked up about."
"I'm dancing with Mercedes," Kurt retorted, but he didn't try to move away again. He was apparently just drunk enough that the fact that Sebastian Smythe wanted to touch him - Kurt, and not anyone else at this party, Kurt and not the hot lacrosse player who always seemed so desperate for Sebastian's attention - was somehow short-circuiting every molecule of common sense in his body.
Sebastian just grinned at him, swaying his hips at half-tempo to the music. "Not any more you're not," he said, and sure enough, when Kurt looked around Mercedes was nowhere to be seen. "You might as well give in, babe. Who else are you going to dance with?"
And then they were dancing, still half-time, turning the mid-tempo Oasis song into a slow dance. Kurt's hips were grinding in time with Sebastian's and although the only place they were touching was Sebastian's hand on Kurt's waist, it was getting harder to remember exactly why that was. And why he shouldn't be giving Sebastian his best under-the-eyelashes flirty look when he asked, "But aren't you the guy who said I could have any boy here?"
Sebastian's hand moved at last, but only to stroke up and down Kurt's spine and send sparks shooting out in all directions. "Yeah, about that," he said silkily, "I may have overstated the bi-curiosity of my straight friends. And as for the gay ones, well, Nick and Jeff haven't taken their lips off each other all night, and Trent is a total sweetheart, but he's really not your type."
"Oh, and you know what my type is?" If the tone of Kurt's own voice wasn't enough to let him know that he'd crossed some line from fun flirting to the serious intent kind, the darkening of Sebastian's eyes was an unmistakable sign.
"I think I do," was all he said.
And at that moment the hot lacrosse player, who Kurt was surprise to realize hadn't actually been hanging on Sebastian's coat-tails all night, wandered into the room and he couldn't help nodding his head at him. "Well what about that guy? He could be my type."
Sebastian tossed a brief glance over his shoulder but was quick to bring his focus back to Kurt. "Matthew? No way. You don't want to go there."
"Why not? He's cute, built . . ."
"He's also an insufferable snob," Sebastian said almost bitterly, "and that's coming from me." His free hand reached for Kurt's. "Look, just dance with me, okay?"
"Why should I?" Kurt asked, even as he let Sebastian intertwine their fingers.
Kurt was still flirting, but Sebastian's response was more quietly intense than Kurt had ever seen him. "Because I asked you to. Because this is an awesome song. Because we're at a party where we can. Whatever works for you."
Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out . . .
The music was flowing through Kurt's body like the alcohol and Sebastian's fingers tangled with his and traced up and down his spine and he found that he just didn't want to fight it any more. He didn't want to deny that green eyes and broad shoulders had been haunting his dreams. He didn't care that he hadn't figured out what Sebastian's game was, or how he could say such offensive things while looking at Kurt like he mattered so much. He only cared that the hottest guy in the room, the one who actually could have any gay guy and half the straight ones at the party tonight, was staring at him, holding him and coaxing him closer.
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows
If it's night or day . . .
And Kurt just let go. If he couldn't throw caution to the wind when he was seventeen and dancing with a gorgeous guy who couldn't seem to keep his hands of him, then when could he? He gave himself over to the music and the movement of Sebastian's hips, and his free hand moved with a will of its own to slide over a muscled shoulder and upward until his fingers curled into the short hair at the nape of Sebastian's neck. They were dancing, effortlessly, moving together to the oddly sensuous beat and Kurt was sure that people around them moved back a bit, slowed their own dancing just to watch.
Sebastian's eyes bored into his and his lips were almost close enough to touch Kurt's ear when he spoke. "There you go," he said, pulling Kurt a little closer. "I knew that ass had to be good for something besides looking pretty."
That was probably offensive, Kurt thought, but he'd decided to stop being offended by Sebastian. At least for tonight. "You know," he snarked right back, "this would work a lot better for me if you would just not talk."
"If you want me to stop talking you're going to have to make me," Sebastian purred as they rocked together. "And I have a very expensive private school education. In two languages. I could probably go on for hours and never repeat myself. Maître corbeau sur un arbre perchée..."
Kurt had to kiss him. Because if he let Sebastian go on in French he was going to do much, much worse.
And so Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walking on by . . .
Their lips met gently - Kurt was still tentative about these things even with alcohol and music egging him on - but the gentleness itself seemed to make his body sing more than it ever had for anyone else he'd kissed. Sebastian's lips were warm and soft and his hands tightened on Kurt's body, whether in surprise or arousal Kurt didn't know, he just knew he didn't want them to let go. Their mouths moved together as if they'd been waiting years for the chance to meet and meant to savor every moment. Kurt found himself whining a tiny denial when Sebastian pulled back much too soon to stare at Kurt with eyes full of emotion and Kurt barely had time to process the strength of Sebastian's reaction before he was pulled back, hard against Sebastian's body and God, yes, this was exactly where he wanted to be and what he'd dreamt of so many more times than he was willing to admit to himself. Pressed against that long, long body, Sebastian's hands insistent at the small of his back and his lips demanding, opening against Kurt's so that his tongue could tease Kurt's mouth open too.
Somewhere in the back of his head a tiny part of Kurt wondered how his friends were reacting to the spectacle they must be making in the middle of the dance floor, but he found that honestly, he didn't much care. So they'd never seen him with a hot guy's hands on his body and tongue in his mouth. Maybe it was about time they did. Maybe it was about time he stopped worrying about what everyone would think of him and just did what felt good. And Sebastian's tongue felt good. It felt freaking fantastic. Kurt never wanted it to stop.
But don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
At least not today . . .
And then Sebastian's lips were at his ear again, whispering over the dying strains of the song. "Want to get out of here?"
And this time Kurt was completely unsurprised to find that the answer was an unequivocal, "Yes."
As much as he was loathe to admit it, a small part of Sebastian was genuinely surprised by Kurt's response. Sure, he was obviously interested - those pants really did leave nothing to the imagination - but Sebastian really wouldn't have put it past Kurt to turn on the bedroom eyes, grind his hips in all the right places, make all the right noises, and then turn around and simply leave Sebastian hanging. It just seemed like the sort of thing Kurt would do because, really, it was exactly what Sebastian would have done if their roles had been reversed.
So, as soon as that breathless "Yes," left Kurt's mouth, Sebastian didn't think twice about squeezing the hand still clasped in his just that little bit tighter and nudging Kurt gently but purposefully towards the stairs. He wasn't the type to look a gift-horse in the mouth, and he wanted to get this beautiful, intoxicating boy naked and writhing underneath him as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, the sentiment turned out to be easier said than done, since Kurt and Sebastian were clearly not the first couple to hook up during the course of the night, and definitely weren't the only ones to make good use of David's many-roomed upstairs. It took three locked doors and a truly mortifying moment of walking in on Jeff and Nick mid-act before the two boys stumbled into a darkened, thankfully empty, room at the end of the corridor.
Sebastian's hand hadn't left the small of Kurt's back since they left the dance floor, and as soon as the door slammed shut behind them he slid his arm around to encircle Kurt's waist, drawing the other boy in closer so that they were pressed together, the long line of Kurt's back flush against Sebastian's chest. As if on instinct Kurt rolled his hips against Sebastian's crotch, bringing one arm up to slide around Sebastian's neck, a soft pressure in his fingertips drawing Sebastian's head down to the soft skin of Kurt's neck. Sebastian willingly dipped his head, pressing hot, wet kisses in a long line from jaw to collarbone, smiling in satisfaction as he felt Kurt shiver underneath his touch.
"For a minute there I thought we were just going to have to do this right there in the corridor," he muttered between kisses, and he could feel the rumble of laughter that was Kurt's response vibrating against his chest.
"Into exhibitionism are we?" Kurt questioned teasingly as he spun around so that they were face to face, tipping his head up ever so slightly so that he could nibble gently at Sebastian's neck.
"With you? Definitely. It would be doing the world a disservice not to show off how hot we clearly are together." He could see a flicker of something– arousal, appreciation, apprehension? - in Kurt's eyes at his words, and if it was the last one well, that was something that needed to be dealt with before this went any further. Sliding his hand down the small of Kurt's back he gave his ass a light squeeze, drawing the boy even closer to him as he pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to Kurt's lips.
"Are you- Do you- You definitely want to do this, right?" It felt weird, the hesitancy in his voice when his whole body was screaming at him not to question what was happening, to just take and enjoy and be the Sebastian who fucked strangers in Scandals without thinking twice about it. But Kurt wasn't a stranger in a seedy nightclub, clearly only out for a quick hookup. There was no questioning the fact that Kurt was willing and eager right now, but he had been drinking, they both had been drinking, and Sebastian didn't want to wake up tomorrow not knowing whether he had taken advantage. He wasn't that sort of person, he couldn't be that sort of person.
Kurt nodded adamantly. "Yes, God yes." He stood up on tiptoes to press another kiss to Sebastian's lips, a physical confirmation as well as a verbal one. When he drew away though there was still a slight crease in his brow, a small frown that Sebastian was just desperate to kiss away. "Except, I don't want to do…everything. But definitely…something? But nothing in public."
Sebastian grinned at Kurt's fumbling. He had no idea why he found it so hot, but he knew his expression was wolfish as he drew the other boy closer, nuzzling along Kurt's collarbone as he spoke. "Duly noted. Besides, tonight I want to see how quickly I can make you scream my name, and I can't have you getting stage fright now can I?"
He was going to say something else, he was sure of it, but then Kurt's slender fingers reached up to cup at his cock through his jeans, and all thoughts of words or sentences fled from his mind as he felt Kurt's lips brush against his ear. "I bet I can make you scream first. And honey? Kurt Hummel never gets stage fright."
Sebastian couldn't help moaning at the sentiment, and with an almost feral growl he allowed instinct to take over, flipping them so that Kurt was pressed with his back up against the door, and he crowded forward to claim Kurt's lips in a deep, desperate kiss. Sebastian felt Kurt's breath catch on his lips, and for the shortest of pauses the other boy was completely motionless before he responded with equal amounts of force, fingers tightening in Sebastian's hair and drawing him impossibly closer.
It was completely different from the kissing on the dance floor. Whereas before had been all gentleness, and tentative exploration, now their interactions were fused with passion, heat, and just a pinch of desperation. It was as if both of them knew that what they were doing was, for all intents and purposes, absolutely crazy, and once it was all over there would be some hard questions to answer about motives, and reasons, and feelings, so right now, in the moment, the two boys simply allowed themselves to get lost in the wantneednow of the other person.
Sebastian let his hands wander, running up and down Kurt's sides and hooking into the belt loops of the other boy's jeans as he pulled his hips closer. Kurt whined and bucked up into Sebastian, and Sebastian couldn't help the moan that escaped from his lips as hot spikes of pleasure were sent rushing through him. Breaking away breathlessly Sebastian sank to his knees, placing his left hand flat on Kurt's chest above his head as his right hand started to undo the buttons of Kurt's jeans. He could feel Kurt's chest rising and falling harshly as the other boy struggled to catch his breath, and he forced himself to take a few deep breaths of his own as he worked.
When all the buttons were undone he brought his free hand to help tug the denim material down so that it pooled around Kurt's ankles. Sebastian moaned and licked his lips appreciatively as he took in the line of Kurt's cock prominent against his tight black briefs, but as much as he so wanted to surge forwards, to take Kurt in his mouth and make the other boy scream like he'd promised he would, he couldn't. Not just yet. Hands still on Kurt's hips he tilted his head upwards so that he could lock eyes with Kurt, who was staring down at him with pupils completely blown with lust, and an expression that made it very clear that Kurt didn't understand why Sebastian wasn't progressing any further. But he had to ask; he had to be sure.
"Can-" Sebastian paused and coughed as his voice came out deep and scratchy. "Can I blow you, Kurt?"
Kurt nodded his head violently. "Yes, yes please yes," he gasped, and Sebastian couldn't help the smirk that crept across his face at Kurt's eagerness. With a quick tug at the waistband, Kurt's briefs joined his jeans around his ankles, his hard cock bobbing free to stand swaying slightly mere centimeters from Sebastian's face. Sebastian took half a second to appreciate its obvious length and girth, before closing the tiny gap between himself and Kurt to swipe a long, hot trail across Kurt's cock, his fingertips pressing tightly into Kurt's hips as he did so.
"Uuuuh," Kurt moaned incoherently as his fingers clenched and unclenched at his side, as if desperate to move but unsure of whether that was allowed. Sebastian leaned back for a second to admire the stunning boy above him, grinning slightly as he saw that Kurt had slammed his eyes shut in response to the sensation overload. He licked his lips once more before moving back in to take just the tip of Kurt's cock into his mouth, suckling gently around the ridge of his head. He felt Kurt's hand come up to lie tentatively on Sebastian's shoulder in response, just at the juncture of his neck with his fingertips flexing as Sebastian's sucked. Sebastian pulled off with a lewd pop, wiping his spit-slick lips with the back of his hand as he tilted his head upwards to look at Kurt.
"You can do it, you know. Grab hold. I've been told my hair is just the right length for hanging on through epic blowjobs. Just another thing that's incredible about me, of course." To prove his point he reached up to his neck and guided Kurt's hand around to the back of his head, eyes never leaving Kurt's, and he grinned when Kurt's hand instinctively tangled in Sebastian's hair. "Relax, sweetheart, this is all about you."
"Oh Christ, Sebastian," Kurt whispered, his voice dripping with desire, and Sebastian took that as his cue to continue, leaning forward to take Kurt into his mouth again. He sank halfway down Kurt's length, his mouth forming a tight, wet seal as his tongue pressed flat against the underside of Kurt's cock, gently teasing the thick vein that ran along it. He felt Kurt's fingers tighten in his hair, the lightest of involuntary pressure encouraging him forward, and he happily sank down to take Kurt in his entirety into his mouth. When he felt the head of Kurt's cock nudge against the back of his mouth he relaxed his muscles, letting Kurt's thick length slip down his throat until his nose was nuzzling against the neatly-trimmed pubic hair that dusted over Kurt's lower abdomen. He held himself there for a long moment, swallowing around Kurt and feeling heat coil in his stomach when he heard Kurt gasp as his throat tensed and flexed around Kurt's cock.
When his eyes started to water and he felt himself getting slightly light-headed he slowly, oh so slowly, drew back until only the very tip was still in his mouth, taking a second to flick his eyes upwards to Kurt's face (and fuck that was a picture he never wanted to forget) before sinking back down in one swift motion. He felt Kurt buck his hips into his face, and he couldn't help grinning to himself in satisfaction as he heard Kurt keen and positively scream his name. Bingo.
He sucked and licked and used every trick he knew, and every time Kurt moaned and gasped his name Sebastian felt himself inching ever closer to his own release. It was crazy; Sebastian had never been much of a giver in the past, choosing instead to take whatever he needed from his lover, safe in the knowledge that he was more than good enough for them to enjoy themselves without him having to do too much other than what madehim feel good. But with Kurt above him, gasping and panting in a way that was positively sinful, Sebastian felt like he never wanted to move, like if he could carry on making Kurt make those noises then that in itself would be enough for him. He found himself making a mental list of what worked best, what made Kurt moan loudest, but when he realized that he was making this list in subconscious preparation for next time, he brutally tore it up and threw it away, forcing it out of his mind. There was no "next time", only now. That was all there ever was for him. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy now, and after that he lost himself in the moment, in the sound of Kurt's voice and the feel of Kurt's hands on his head.
He was so lost, in fact, that when he felt Kurt tug at his hair he was initially confused. "Seb- Sebastian I'm going to, oh my god I'm going to-"
It was cute, really, that Kurt wanted to give him warning, and if anything it made Sebastian redouble his effort, bobbing just that little bit faster and bringing a hand down from Kurt's hips to cup at his balls, teasing them artfully between his long fingers. He felt Kurt's hips stutter against his face, and then hot liquid spurt across his tongue and down his throat as Kurt came with a wordless cry. Sebastian made sure to swallow every drop, closing his eyes as Kurt's hand moved down to squeeze his shoulder. Pulling back he used his tongue to clean up the last of Kurt's release, licking the last few drops from his slit and drawing one final full-body shudder from the boy.
Finally, Sebastian pulled away completely, licking his lips, and savoring the taste of Kurt on his tongue. Reaching down he pulled up Kurt's underwear and jeans together, tucking the boy away before pressing soft, chaste pecks to every part of Kurt's porcelain skin that he could find as he worked his way back up to standing. He started along his hips, rucking his shirt up so he could move across his stomach, along his abs, before breaking away for a split second so he could relocate to his collarbone, his neck, the line of his jaw, and eventually his lips. Kurt sighed contentedly and lazily opened his mouth, allowing Sebastian to share the taste of Kurt's release as they kissed.
After a moment or so of languid kissing, Sebastian broke away to raise an eyebrow questioningly at Kurt. Kurt, whose eyelids were drooping as he basked in his post-orgasm bliss. Sebastian frowned and pressed a slightly firmer, closed mouth kiss to Kurt's lips. "Don't fall asleep on me Princess, I'm expecting at least some sort of reciprocity here."
Kurt snorted, shoving at Sebastian playfully with his shoulder. "What happened to 'this is all about you?'"
It wasn't fair that even after a mind-blowing orgasm Kurt could still manage to be surprising. Sebastian gave him a wicked smile. "That was then, this is now. And I made it all about you, didn't I? Now it's my turn."
At that Kurt laughed outright, grinning at Sebastian with a predatory glint in his eyes. "I should have known that you couldn't be a gentleman if your life depended on it, Smythe."
Sebastian shrugged "Being good is boring, being bad is so much more exciting." He saw that spark glitter behind Kurt's expressive eyes once more and he grinned to himself. And you know exactly what I mean, Hummel, don't you. Don't act like you don't feel the same way - you're not fooling anyone.
Kurt surged forwards, pressing against Sebastian insistently and forcing him to walk backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he toppled down onto it, followed swiftly by Kurt, who pinned Sebastian with a hand on either side of his head, his nose scant inches away from Sebastian's. "Since I am a gentleman, I treat my conquests to a bed. Aren't you a lucky boy?"
Sebastian's brain was short-circuiting, with Kurt pressed up against him from head to toe it was impossible to think properly. Still, he forced himself to stretch both arms up behind his head, propping himself up on them slightly as he cocked his head and pretended to consider Kurt's words. "I don't know, I guess it depends on what you're going to do to me, doesn't it."
Kurt simply responded by bringing one hand down to deftly flick open the buttons of Sebastian's jeans, his hand snaking inside to palm at the hard mound of Sebastian's cock through his briefs. Sebastian's breath caught in his throat as Kurt's nimble fingers snaked up and over the waistband of his underwear, delving inside the fabric to wrap around the hot skin of his cock, stroking in sure, firm movements.
Sebastian gasped and balled his fists into his own hair, just the way Kurt had done before. Fuuuck. Kurt might look and act like a china doll at times, and really Sebastian had no idea if the boy was even a virgin (and maybe he should have checked that at some point before reaching this stage, but too late for that now) but Sebastian would happily stake the Smythe fortune on the fact that he had definitely done this before. Nobody, not even Sebastian, was ever this good their first time, and Christ was Kurt good - rubbing and twisting in the exact way guaranteed to make Sebastian completely lose it. It was almost as if Kurt was perfectly in tune with Sebastian's needs, knowing exactly what he needed to do in order to get him off in the most spectacular fashion. Which was a completely crazy notion, especially considering Sebastian was pretty sure Kurt didn't evenlike him. But still.
And then all too suddenly Kurt's hand stilled, and Sebastian couldn't stop the whine of disappointment that bubbled up out of his chest, and he ground his hips furiously up against Kurt's hand in a desperate attempt to get him to continue.
"Remember what I said, I'm not going to sleep with you."
Sebastian couldn't even begin to process why Kurt suddenly felt the need to clarify what they'd already agreed on earlier. All he cared about in that moment was Kurt's hand on his dick, and the sparks that were shooting up and down his spine as he felt his balls start to tighten. "Fine, whatever you want babe," he gasped, not even caring how desperate he sounded.
Kurt nodded and continued in his ministrations, twisting just underneath Sebastian's head in that one spot that was just so-damn-sensitive, and Sebastian allowed his head to loll back onto the pillow as he let the sensations overwhelm him. Less than a minute later, though, Kurt stopped still again and Sebastian practically growled in frustration.
"And you're not going to sleep with me either, just so we're clear."
Sebastian threw his hands up above his head in exasperation. "Right, no penetration, got it. Seriously Kurt, I don't care how far we do or do not go, just please don't fucking stop what you're doing."
This seemed to be enough for Kurt, as the next moment he was tugging at the waistband of Sebastian's jeans and briefs to give him better access to Sebastian's cock. Sebastian obligingly lifted his hips off the bed so that Kurt could fully remove the offending articles of clothing, and Sebastian barely had time to register cool air on his sensitive skin before it was replaced by the warmth of Kurt's palm. Sebastian spread his legs wider without his jeans in the way and groaned at the friction that was just the right side of intense, shutting his eyes and finally letting himself be overwhelmed by the feeling of Kurt working him over.
When Kurt ran his hand over Sebastian's slit to collect the beads of pre-cum that were forming Sebastian gasped. "Kurt, oh fuck Kurt," he whined, bucking his hips upwards as Kurt's now-lubricated hand started to pump with increased vigor.
With every swipe of Kurt's hand Sebastian could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release. He instinctively started thrusting into Kurt's tight grip, practically chanting Kurt's name as he felt his balls tighten, the familiar heat in his abdomen start to unfurl. He thought vaguely that he should probably warn Kurt that he was about to come, but then again it was probably pretty obvious, and besides, Sebastian wasn't exactly sure he was capable of coherent speech right now. In any case, the next second his decision was taken away from him as with a deft flick of Kurt's wrist Sebastian felt his whole body lock up, hot stripes of come shooting over Kurt's hand as Sebastian came so hard he thought he might black out.
Panting hard, and desperately trying to put his brain back together after such an intense orgasm, Sebastian watched as Kurt grimaced and leaned over to grab a wad of tissues from the conveniently placed box on the bedside table next to them. He took a moment to clean his somewhat sticky palm before grabbing another set of tissues and tossing them over to Sebastian. "Look at you, making such a mess."
Sebastian snorted. "Pretty sure that one's completely on you, babe," he teased softly as he cleaned himself up, wincing slightly as he over-sensitive cock protested at his touch.
Kurt shrugged, grinning slightly as he lobbed his used tissues towards the bin (hitting their target perfectly, Sebastian was slightly surprised to see). "Totally worth it, what with me winning our bet and all."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Kurt, and propped himself up on his elbows, "Excuse me sweetheart, but I definitely had you screaming my name first, or have you already forgotten the best blow job of your life?"
"If you're talking absolute values, then I guess that's true, but in terms of time-from-initiation I'm afraid I had you singing like a Warbler in about half the time." Kurt's eyes were glittering as he talked, obviously still riding the natural high that was the winning combination of sex and snark. "I guess we'll have to clarify the terms of our competition better next time."
Sebastian opened his mouth to retort that he would win no matter what the rules of engagement were, before his poor, abused brain finally caught up with what Kurt had actually said.
Next. Time.
Kurt was clearly assuming that this would happen again, and up until ten seconds ago Sebastian had been completely willing to go along with that assumption. Even worse, Sebastian found himself wanting to go along with that assumption and no, no, that was not good. He was Sebastian, king of the twenty-minute hookup. Round two just wasn't in the cards for him.
So instead of a playful tease, the next words that came out of Sebastian's mouth were ones that he discovered would haunt him for a long time to come. "Sorry sweetheart, but this was a one-time only deal. I'm sure you'll have better luck with your next boyfriend though. Remember to get him to send me a thank-you card for the vast improvements to your sex life."
Sebastian could literally see the light drain from Kurt's eyes, his mouth forming a soft "oh" of surprise, and as soon as he said it he wished he could take the words back. Yes, he had needed to be clear with Kurt about where he stood, because there was no way they could do this again, but maybe he could have said it better, been nicer about it. There was no need to be a jackass, except for the fact that it was just what Sebastian didwhen backed into a corner.
"Kurt, I-" he began hesitantly, not even knowing what he was going to say, but Kurt cut him off immediately.
"No you're right. This was a moment of idiocy, and I don't like making the same mistake twice." Kurt slid off the bed, his eyes steely as he met Sebastian's gaze one final time. "Thanks for the orgasm, I guess I'll see you around."
Sebastian silently watched as Kurt put himself back together in the mirror by the door, before leaving without so much as a backwards glance. Growling in frustration that he barely understood why he was feeling, he tucked himself back into his jeans, and then swung his legs off the bed and stood, taking a second to make sure his legs (which were feeling dangerously rubbery) would hold his weight before slowly making his own way across the room to make himself presentable again. Fixing one final out-of-place strand of hair, Sebastian sized himself up in the mirror. Eyes glittering, cocky pose, the hint of a smirk across his expressive face. There was the normal Sebastian Smythe back again; time to return to this party and forget all about this moment of weakness.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the world was determined not to let Sebastian forget. As he made his way downstairs in order to head back into the main room of the party he practically collided with Kurt at the foot of the stairs.
Kurt, who had another boy's phone in his hand. Kurt, who was throwing coy smiles at the short boy with glasses from earlier as he typed in his digits with long, lean fingers that only ten minutes earlier had been making Sebastian writhe on the bed upstairs. Kurt, who was pointedly ignoring Sebastian as he returned the phone with hands that lingered just that little bit too long when they connected with the other boy's, and whose whispered "Call me, okay," was not quite whispered enough for Sebastian not to be able to hear every word.
Sebastian felt his heart skip in his chest at the interaction in front of him, and when he looked down in order to compose himself he found that his hands had unconsciously balled into fists. Taking a deep breath, he forced his fingers to relax, flexing them for a second as he struggled to get himself under control. He and Kurt were finished with their moment of crazy, so what did it matter to him who he chose to fuck next? Nothing, it didn't matter at all, and if Kurt chose Glasses over there then maybe he wouldn't be tempted by George any more, and that could only be a good thing right?
Rolling his neck and squaring his shoulders he forced himself to look back up, hoping that nobody had noticed his momentary lapse. Sauntering past Kurt he couldn't help smirking at the boy, who was still doing his best not to look at Sebastian. "Decided to try out some of the tricks I taught you then Hummel? Remember to stay safe kids." Throwing a satirical salute at Glasses, who was looking thoroughly confused, his footsteps never faltered as he made his way across the room to where Matthew was leaning against the wall, sipping a beer and observing the room.
When Sebastian reached his friend he snaked an arm around Matthew's waist, drawing the other boy closer as he plucked the almost empty bottle out of his hand and placed it on the coffee table next to them. He didn't bother with small talk, there wasn't any need, as he ground his hips against Matthew's in order to make his sentiment abundantly clear. He grinned to himself slightly as he felt Matthew's breath hitch, and he didn't waste any time in tipping his head upwards to whisper in the other boy's ear. "Wanna get out of here, stud?"
And when Matthew replied instantly with an excited "Yes," Sebastian tried so very hard not to think about how it just didn't sound as good when it wasn't coming from Kurt's lips.