Hi guys! Apparently I don't care much about my studies u.u so here's another chapter to keep unravelling these two lovely men's dynamic. How are you liking it / hating it so far? I would love to read your impressions, please 3
The movie quest lasted about ten freaking minutes! Kurt was outraged. Had he known it was only five questions, he had at least taken his time to answer 'em. Mostly, because that was how long it took to lose all contact with Sebastian.
While they were alone, reading the silly questions and answering to the old hippie woman, Sebastian acted like they were closer than ever. His grip didn't leave Kurt's waist, and his arms were all over his shoulders and neck, always finding an excuse to touch him. And Kurt was quickly infected by Sebastian's warmth. In a matter of seconds, he forgot about Quinn's advices and remarks, because all he could do was leaning on Sebastian. And Sebastian's proximity felt so intimate, it was just like they were a coup-…
But no, they weren't, Kurt needed to remind himself that whatever they had, it was not romantic. Sebastian had been pretty clear: he just needed some arms. It just happened to be Kurt's now, but that didn't mean anything.
And yet when Sebastian whispered things like these on his ear, Kurt couldn't help the shiver running down his spine:
"It's like you wanted me to pin you against this table right here" he said while pinching at Kurt's pants, which felt even tighter now that Sebastian kept touching him, "is that what you want?" he teased, his hand playfully slipping under Kurt's shirt, "why you put on these pants? So I could properly appreciate the contour of your fine ass?"
"Sebastian, stop" Kurt mumbled, snatching Sebastian's hands away why he desperately tried to concentrate on his task at hand: writing down the answers right in front of the hippie woman. Kurt shot her an apologetic smile, even though there was no way she could have heard Sebastian. At least he really hoped so.
But Sebastian wasn't one to be bothered with having an audience. Furthermore, it seemed to only please him. "But, here's what I don't get, Kurtie. You ditched me tonight, which kind of makes me wonder, was this outfit not meant to impress me?" He asked, pretending to be hurt, but throwing himself off by pinching at Kurt's nipple this time.
Kurt gave him an awkward smile and handed over the card with the answers to the woman, finally. Then he caught Sebastian's hand and took him to a corner. He quickly scanned the room, making sure there was no one they knew at sight.
"Kurtie, Kurtie" Sebastian seized his waist once again and brought him closer, carelessly. "You're telling me this wasn't for me, then?"
Sebastian's hand felt his way up Kurt's sides, and having no longer to focus on writing anything, Kurt had no choice but to look Sebastian in the eye. He had nowhere to hide from that full-of-himself, arrogant, mischievous smirk. It was like Sebastian was devouring him just for fun, just to play around a bit, in a game Kurt had already lost. But what a sweet surrender it was.
"Of course it was for you" Kurt scoffed, looking down. He didn't want to give Sebastian the satisfaction of knowing how much he thought about him, and yet he found some twisted gratification on being so stupidly honest. God, he felt so conflicted.
Sebastian chuckled for a second, then a silence seemed to close over them and the man took a step closer. "You say that like it's a bad thing" he observed.
Kurt couldn't help but give him the "oh come on!" look. Give me a break, Kurt thought. Sebastian knew what an insane amount of control he had over the situation and how Kurt hadn't any. He knew, of course he did.
Sebastian's stare softened, then. "It's not, Kurt. Me? I'm just wildly flattered that you even put some thought at all on dressing yourself for me" Sebastian said in a sultry, slightly hoarse tone, "just so you know."
To make it all harder, he cupped Kurt's face and kissed him in the cheek, which obviously triggered a knee-jerk reaction on Kurt and made him search for Sebastian's mouth immediately.
Sebastian returned it, as it was natural, and their legs got so entangled, and their bodies so heated up (at least Kurt's) that they were breaking it quickly after.
It was Sebastian who scanned the room this time, with an annoyed expression. "Why the hell we're even here yet?"
Kurt chuckled, but it never turned into laugh because soon right after he spotted Blaine and Finn, who joined them, and then Sebastian left to join Brittany and Santana, and that was why they were apart now, and why Kurt was wishing they had been smarter and prolong the quest, or just go hide behind the curtain again.
Instead, he was stuck now in dull conversation with Finn and the gang about how to make the ultimate, stylish vest for their glee coach Mr. Schue, as a farewell present when they graduated.
But Sebastian kept glancing longingly at him, from across the room, when no one was paying attention. And Kurt would take as little as he could. Sebastian was right. Why the hell were they even here yet?
"Don't you even think about it" Quinn whispered, harshly.
Kurt jumped, no longer feeling safe with his thoughts. Sebastian and he were being almost-paranoid discreet with the furtive looks, come on!
"How- what…?" Kurt babbled, then let Quinn take him aside.
"Stay and have fun with your friends, Kurt. Dance a little! Look at Blaine with the freckled guy" they looked at Blaine then, who was clearly cutting loose on the living-room turned dance-floor.
But as tempting as that was, Kurt couldn't help a sigh. "Look, Quinn, I get it. And you're right. You've been right all along, 'kay? I- thank you, but it's time you accept that I want to surrender. I'm surrendering, okay? And it feels great" he chuckled, somehow intoxicated on the silly, flower-power scene. He felt like doing something stupid that felt great to his soul. And Sebastian seemed like he could be just that.
Quinn gave him some wide eyes, but didn't try to insist anymore. "Okay" she lamented. "Before you leave with him, though… Would you- would you at least have a last dance with me?" She smiled, genuinely, taking him by the hand. "Come on, I just wanna have one of my last dances with the most fun person I've ever know" she said.
Kurt regarded the blonde, a little bit surprised. Who would have guessed? Were they actually friends, then?
"Of course, Ms. Fabray" Kurt bowed before her and took her to the dance floor. "You'll always be my favorite femme fatale, you know that, right?"
Quinn smiled and closed her eyes, then swayed her arms and legs to the music. Kurt realized he hadn't seen her so liberated in a while. She was having fun, not even worried about the old, bad drama with guys, and catholic dads, and babies, and… He felt lucky, for some reason, that they had bonded over such a silly thing like a crush. Maybe Quinn needed him, after all.
They twirled and jumped, and shook their hips like no one's business, and by the time the song had ended, Kurt felt like the night was finally starting, and so he stayed for another song, and another, and another, and soon enough Rachel and Finn had joined them, and then Blaine and… he realized time was precious. In a couple months, they would part ways and high school would seem like a distant memory. But this, here and now, was the present moment, and Kurt felt happy that both Quinn and he were finally enjoying their present, rather than hoping for a better future.
He wondered then if part of that happy feeling was about Sebastian as well. I mean, life had been uneventful until he met the man on his couch not even two weeks ago. Kurt looked for him with his eyes.
Sebastian was standing next to Santana and Brittany, who apparently were no longer fighting. The three of them laughed and drank animatedly, but every so often, if you paid attention, you could notice how Sebastian's stare lost focus. As if he wasn't really here, not really present. He didn't look sad, just kind of lost and spaced out.
Kurt wondered if he'd be thinking about Julie, and a really weird sensation got over him. He hadn't really given much thought to Julie, and didn't know much about the deceased either. These past months, he had observed the impact the girl had on his sister's new romance, though. Julie was a presence between Brittany and Santana, and Brittany sometimes complained that she could not compete with a ghost.
In her most lucid moments, Brittany said it felt like this hollow gap between Santana and her that she could never fill in. She joked and blamed it on her boobs not being big enough to cover the gap, but Kurt knew better than that.
Sebastian's stare suddenly locked with his, then, and Kurt witnessed it gaining focus once again. It got sort of intense, but Sebastian covered it with a harmless smile. The man made him a gesture with his head, calling him over. Kurt felt compelled to go.
"Hey" Sebastian greeted him once again, while Santana and Brittany left for the dance floor. "I see you're having the time of your life, dancing your fine ass off" he joked, but there was no edge on his words. No sharpness. Kurt wondered how far Sebastian might have spaced out, but he hoped it wasn't far enough he was feeling depressed.
Kurt smiled. "Wanna join me?"
"Tempting" Sebastian smiled back, then finished off his beer, "but no, I don't feel like dancing, not really."
Kurt looked around and made sure nobody was watching. Then, really cautiously, planted a peck on Sebastian's cheek.
Sebastian seemed to find it funny. "What was that for?"
Kurt shrugged, careless. He was feeling generous. "Dunno. Maybe you deserved it."
Sebastian shook his head, amused. "I'm not sure about that, but I'll take it."
He took out a cigarette and a lighter, and Kurt couldn't help but make a face.
"Ugh, not that again" Kurt complained, feeling disgusted.
Sebastian chuckled and tagged at Kurt's shirt. "Yes that again, and you're keeping me company outside, fancy pants."
Kurt giggled and put up no resistance, letting Sebastian take his hand and lead their way out.
Once they were out, he had that distinct feeling that they were not coming back. Like when you exit a club to catch some air, and end up going home right after.
They sat on some car's trunk, some very fancy car. It was a convertible Volvo, and damn his slight fixation with Volvos since Edward Cullen happened. Of course, it didn't help that Kurt knew his way around cars, because it only made him obsess harder about the tiny details.
Take, for instance, the heating seats. If they were also leather, then it would too much for Kurt. Too predictable and tacky. But they weren't, which was a win. They were black, but not sumptuous.
"Like my car?" Sebastian asked, piercing Kurt's bubble.
Kurt gave him a suspicious look. "This isn't your car."
Sebastian chuckled. "Why is that? Have you ever seen me in a car before? I mean, I wouldn't be too surprised, given your inclination to stalk me and all-"
Kurt punched him in the ribs, then observed the car more closely. The paint looked old, poorly taken care of, and there was indeed an ashtray inside. Which yikes, was a huge turn-off for Kurt.
"It is your car, isn't it?" He lamented, because it looked messy enough to be Sebastian's. There were also empty bricks and Red Bull cans on the floor, and even some jackets and sweaters on the back seat. "So you do have clothes, then" Kurt observed.
"Give me a break" Sebastian laughed. "My office's nearby, I don't usually take the car much. Except when I have to come to lame, teenage parties, that is."
"Speaking of, how did you end up here tonight?" Kurt asked, intrigued. "I mean, those were mostly eighteen year-olds, aren't those too old for you?" He joked.
Sebastian smirked. "Careful there. You're about to expire, then."
"Ouch" Kurt complained. "You're the first person ever to make me feel old. Which is kind of ironic, come to think of it..."
"Why, don't you want me to make you feel like a man?" Sebastian asked, straight-forwardly.
Kurt was taking off guard by the mischievous question. He never knew how much of what Sebastian said was just bluff, joke or real. It could be all three at once.
Sebastian took two steps closer, standing right in front of Kurt. Kurt realized he was trapped, Sebastian's nose was just millimeters away.
"What do you want from me exactly, Kurt?" Sebastian questioned him, piercing him with his eyes.
Kurt didn't know what to do with himself, the situation had suddenly turned overwhelming. Were they talking metaphorically now? Literally? Was it supposed to be smutty talk? He felt like there was no valid exit.
"I- I've told you before, I don't want anything" Kurt argued, not able to see Sebastian's point.
Sebastian's breath was falling right over his mouth and it felt warm and inviting, but also too real. Dangerous, somehow.
"I think you want me to chase you back" Sebastian observed. He didn't look mad or annoyed, just tired. "Wasn't that what ditching me tonight was about?"
Kurt gulped down. Yeah, he was that obvious when he was on his own, and he was still that obvious when he had Quinn's help. Either way, once again, he represented no mystery whatsoever to Sebastian. If only Sebastian knew how discouraging and unfair that was…
"Look, Kurt. I'm too exhausted for that" Sebastian explained, and Kurt could see he was not being intentionally hurtful, but it was hurting Kurt somewhat. "The chasing, the games… Just let me know if that's how you want this to play, 'cause- I'm just not in the right state of mind for that. I need simple. Uncomplicated. I need someone there, without the effort. And there's not much I can give in return, just my arms, and my proximity. Can you understand that? Is that enough for you?"
Every word Sebastian pronounced, it looked like it was harder for him than the word before. Like he was actually as exhausted as he was claiming. Suddenly, Kurt wasn't so sure Quinn and he had Sebastian figured out at all. He was not selfish, or unfair, he was just a person in pain. Kurt had offered himself before, asking Sebastian Don't you need anybody? So now, what? Was he too scared to keep his promise?
"I just don't want to be your fucktoy" Kurt came clean, because how could he not when Sebastian was all over him, testing him like that. He wanted to help Sebastian, to be what Sebastian needed right now. But he also wanted to feel comfortable on his own skin, which wasn't always easy around the man. "I don't wanna feel like that. Just so- powerless. At your disposal."
There was some process going on behind Sebastian's eyes. He was pondering Kurt's words, which at least made Kurt feel heard.
"Do I make you feel like that?" Sebastian asked, somewhat sad.
Kurt's heart ached. The last thing he wanted was to bring any kind of sadness to this already tortured man.
"I do" Sebastian answered himself, before Kurt could take back his words. He smirked, but this time it was a sarcastic smile, "I'm not too surprised, I've made people feel like that before" he said, his eyes fixing on Kurt again, in an intimidating way. "Only, I didn't care much, to be honest. Sometimes I even liked it. I'm a little twisted, in case you haven't noticed" he said, cynically.
And just like that, Kurt no longer felt sorry for him. Gosh, he was such a major asshole at times. It scared Kurt. He had never, ever, liked assholes. He hated them.
"Oh, I have" Kurt scoffed, no longer intimidated. "I bet you actually like making me feel inferior."
"No, not inferior, hon. Submissive, there's a difference" Sebastian smirked. "You were the one who said you wanted to please me, Kurt" Sebastian's hands trapped him once again against the trunk, making Kurt's stomach twirl and jump and sweat. "That you- what did you say? Oh, yes, that you made the active choice to satisfy me" he stared right at Kurt, defiantly. "You really are full of silly fantasies, aren't you. And when you put them to the test, they scare you, don't they" Sebastian observed, entertaining his thoughts while he caressed Kurt's cheek.
Oh shit, Kurt wondered if there was something wrong with him. How could he want someone who made him feel so uneasy? Who somehow made it seem like everything was about sex and power dynamics, and silly crushes and fantasies?
"I'm not doing that anymore" Kurt defended, though it felt weak. He felt somewhat hostile, like no matter which attitude he adopted, Sebastian would find a way to use in his own advantage.
"Good" Sebastian smiled, more relaxed now. He simply observed Kurt. "'Cause I'm not doing that to you either, believe or not."
Kurt frowned, confused. "Not doing what?"
Sebastian sighed, like he did when he was getting tired of talking. "I don't see you as my fucktoy, Kurt" he explained, "I actually see you as this fucking amazing thing I've just gotten to help me get by. Doesn't that sound nicer?" He provoked Kurt, biting his nose now.
"Well, that is nice" Kurt said sarcastically. "Do you ever take yourself seriously?" He asked, annoyed. "Look, if you're just telling me that 'cause you think that's what I wanna hear-"
"Jesus Christ..." Sebastian complained and threw up his hands, dramatically, "I'm telling you that 'cause it is what I think. And I do wanna ease your mind, okay? I want you to be happy with this, not to screw your self-esteem."
Kurt wasn't sure he could take Sebastian's word on that. It didn't matter what he said, really, because his actions would have the last word. But Kurt decided to put it on pause for now. After all, he was determined to surrender, wasn't he?
Besides, it was too late to turn back. And Kurt couldn't really find anyone to blame but himself. He had gotten into this, so he would find the way out, or, at the very least, a way to be happy about it.
"Well, let's go then" Kurt prompted, raising his hands just slightly so they could cover Sebastian's arms and caress them. It was time to call a truce, anyway.
"Yeah" Sebastian agreed, holding Kurt back. "We get along much better when we're in bed" he joked.
Kurt gave him a sarcastic look, "I refuse to be that simple."
"Oh, you're anything but simple" Sebastian observed with a smile. "But don't tell me you don't prefer me with my mouth shut, taking care of, let's say, your neck for instance" Sebastian's breath fell over Kurt's clavicles then, tickling his skin; then the man nibbled his way up Kurt's neck, until reaching his lips, where he stole a peck. Kurt shivered and held Sebastian tighter, to feel him closer, 'cause that was all he could think of. "I can make you feel real good if you just stop fighting me" Sebastian added.
Their lips locked then and Kurt realized just how hungry he was for Sebastian. God, if only kissing him didn't feel that good… His lips were so warm, his tongue so pleasant and soft, and the way his hips moved and aimed, just subtly, at Kurt's own was so damn erotic. Or maybe it was Kurt the one moving his hips and Sebastian returned it, he couldn't know for sure. He was just as into it, in any case.
"I'll stop" Kurt whispered, his hand timidly stroking Sebastian's side, then he inhaled on his chest and kissed it, intoxicated with Sebastian's scent. "I promise."
Sebastian's hand sank on his crook, petting Kurt in a twistedly fond way. "Good. Then let's get out of here."
/
Sebastian was letting Kurt drive the convertible, mostly because of the shots with Santana, but ultimately to spoil him a bit. He looked much more relaxed now: the kid was singing along to the radio and the wind threatened to destroy his hairdo, which was only worsened by Sebastian's fingers running freely on his head, but Kurt didn't seem to care.
"Are you mentally adding 'he lets me drive his car' to your very short list of pros?" Sebastian joked.
Kurt shot him a mischievous look from the corner of his eye and chuckled. "It's very short indeed."
"What else is in there?" Sebastian asked, playfully.
"Oh, not much" Kurt played along, "just 'good kisser' and 'got his own place', although you hadn't invited me until tonight" he said, pretending to be resented.
"I am a good kisser, ain't I" Sebastian smirked, capturing Kurt's hand and kissing it softly, then he bit it and Kurt snatched it away. "That's fine, I can think of something I haven't kissed before."
Kurt ignored him, and Sebastian wet his lips. He pulled down Kurt's zipper then and gave him a lustful look, which took Kurt completely off guard.
"Whoa- whoa- whoa- what are you doing?" Kurt asked, his hands taking a firmer grasp on the wheel.
Sebastian slipped his hand under Kurt's underwear and started to stroke his cock, softly as first.
"Shh- shh-" he hushed the boy, "you keep your eyes on the road."
"Dear Gaga, we're gonna have an accident" Kurt said, completely nervous.
"Just relax" Sebastian kissed his cheek, "it's the highway, and there's gotta be at least twenty minutes for the exit."
Kurt didn't say anything, just nodded, but he looked anything but confident.
"Stop worrying, Kurt" Sebastian whispered, stroking his shoulders now as well, "that's an order."
Kurt almost chuckled, "You don't give me orders" he protested, with a pretty harmless tone.
Sebastian stroked him a little more and kissed his neck now. "Well, I make suggestions, then. In bed, they come in handy, and you can bossy me around as well" he whispered, adding some tongue to his kisses.
Kurt's breath got slightly uneasy, and Sebastian felt the erection growing on his hand. "Good boy" he patronized him, knowing how much that would piss off Kurt, but before the kid could say anything, Sebastian liberated Kurt's cock from his boxers and started blowing him off.
It was definitely a first for Sebastian, but he had some experience with getting blows, so he knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted. He could only hope Kurt would love it as much as he would, because he was no holding back at all.
Right away, he could hear Kurt's moans, no matter how discreet these were. He went back to the handy job just for a moment, to take in Kurt's expression. The boy looked completely blown away, his eyes full of lust but his lips completely sore for how hardly he was biting on them to keep his cool.
Sebastian placed a kiss on his lips. "Careful with these, I'm gonna need them later" he grinned, cockily.
Kurt was so transported he didn't even chuckle or roll his eyes, so Sebastian put his mouth again to good work. He searched for Kurt's testicles and took his time to devour them. He had always suspected those had to felt great on one's mouth, and he wasn't disappointed. Then, as Kurt panted agitatedly, he went back to his cock and put some extra effort on his tongue, trying to cover as much skin as he could.
Kurt's legs went rigid then, his hips started to rock probably unawarely, and it hit Sebastian how much the boy was enjoying this. One of Kurt's hands was no longer on the wheel, but stroking Sebastian's back instead, trying to squeeze whatever skin he found. That only encouraged Sebastian to keep going, to take it deeper while his hands stroked Kurt's crotch, stimulating all the area.
"I- I could just- pass out" Kurt babbled between agitated breaths, his grip on Sebastian firmer than ever, "I'ma- I'm gonna-"
Sebastian took a few more licks and finally let go, quickly looking for a box of tissues on the glove compartment. Kurt came all over his underwear, giving one final moan that sounded like heaven, and Sebastian cleaned the cum on the kid as good as he could.
"Oh, you don't have to- well, thank you" Kurt barely articulated, still severely passed out.
Sebastian finished off and stroked Kurt's shoulders, trying to wake him up a bit. "You're very welcome."
Kurt shot him a fascinated look. The kid looked awed, like he had just hallucinated or something.
"Was that your first blow?" Sebastian asked, slightly amused.
"Sort of" Kurt breathed out, slowly pulling himself together. Sebastian regarded him with curiosity. "I mean, whatever I had before was not like that."
Sebastian chuckled, "Why is that?"
Kurt shared a knowing smile with him. It said: "you know why" but also "I don't mind feeding your ego right now".
"Well, my ex and I, we tried that once" he explained, "at least I did, but he never quite fully- finished his blow, you know what I mean?" Kurt said, nervously, "Like, it felt- sort of bumpy, and there were some licks here and there, but… that was all."
"Poor Kurtie" Sebastian joked, playing with the collar of Kurt's shirt, "I met your dude, tonight, by the way."
"He's not my dude" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"He's too short" Sebastian simply commented, "and too friendly. And too young to get drunk like that."
Kurt chuckled then. "You're done?"
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at him. "And not very generous. There, now I'm done."
"Not very generous?" Kurt asked, intrigued. "What did he do?"
"Well, he didn't finish the blow job for you. Some nerve..." Sebastian complained, playfully, if only to hear Kurt chuckle again, which he did.
"Yeah, I'm probably better off" Kurt breathed out, "but he's a good guy."
"And you like bad guys now, don't ya?" Sebastian smirked.
Kurt gave him a look of incredulity. "You're not a bad guy."
"Oh, we've come to a final verdict on that?" He asked, just to tease.
"Yes" Kurt chuckled. "You're a jerk, but I guess you mean well."
"Dear God, it's easy to buy you. One blow, and you're all soft on me now" he joked, maliciously.
Kurt slapped his thigh, "Shut up, horse-teeth. Where's your garage?"
"Ouch" Sebastian complained, "he tells me to shut up, he calls me horse-teeth… kids these days" he chuckled, "it's right around the corner, the one with the green sign."
They picked at the other and had a laugh while they parked and made it to Sebastian's apartment. It was nice, Sebastian noticed the tension was finally gone (the blow job had probably helped on that department) and Kurt seemed more comfortable around him now.
The kid was not shy to look around and show himself around his apartment, but it didn't bother Sebastian, because his place was actually not that big. It was a studio, and it was a little messy, with some dishes here and there and some dust on the shelves. But it was his place, and Sebastian felt extremely proud of it. He slept on the sofa, which opened and made for a great bed, actually. And since he wasn't one to have many visitors, it was opened now, and Kurt was appreciating the view of it.
Sebastian came from behind and threw his arms around Kurt's waist. He kissed the boy on the cheek and hid his nose on Kurt's neck.
"You two are already curious about each other, huh. Kurt, meet bed. Bed, meet Kurt" he joked softly, a little too lost on Kurt's embrace right now.
"I can see now why you'd prefer mine" Kurt chuckled.
"Hey, don't be mean to her. She's seen better days, but she's really looking forward to welcoming you."
"She?" Kurt asked, amused. "I guess she's used to having at least two, three people playing around here" he commented, somewhat insecurely.
"She doesn't miss those days. And neither do I, to be honest" Sebastian found himself saying, surprised he felt comfortable enough to share that.
Kurt turned around then, to face him, but they didn't lose the embrace. Instead his arms came up now to hold Sebastian's back. "You don't?" He asked, obviously surprised.
Sebastian gave him a sad smile. "Three people is easier said than done... those days were pretty messy. We weren't doing so great before she uh- died, you know."
Kurt nodded, understandingly. "Well, it's great that you and Santana managed to remain friends, then" he pointed out, always the optimistic.
Sebastian couldn't help his smile. He appreciated that Kurt didn't ask or pry any further. Even though he was probably curious.
"Sure" he said, partially amused, because Santana and he were a little bit more complicated than that. "You know what it is truly great, though?" Kurt shook his head, "That you're here" Sebastian said, walking them towards the bed until Kurt's legs hit it. He cupped Kurt's cheeks then. "Kurt, I don't want you to feel embarrassed that you dress for me, think of me, want me, or that you are at my disposal, you hear me?" He kissed Kurt's cheeks vehemently, "I'm at yours as well. And there's nothing wrong with that."
Kurt's eyes tickled, smiley, like he was finally hearing something he could condone.
"Thank you" the boy smiled, "I needed to hear that."
"I know" Sebastian said, "sorry it took me so long to figure it out."
Their mouths collided then and they found themselves in bed, slowly undressing each other. It hit Sebastian how badly he wanted this, how badly he had probably wanted it for a while, just to feel Kurt's body closer and find physical relief for his numbed mind and soiled memories.
And he could feel the shift on Kurt's disposition. He was no longer holding back, his kisses were intense and his hands just wanted to make contact with Sebastian's skin, to squeeze him and feel him close.
Kurt devoured his chest, slowly going from one spot to the next but never losing any intensity. The kid touched him, and stroked him with want, but also with great care, which was just what Sebastian needed.
Sebastian took a second to appreciate the corners and shapes of Kurt's body. It was so white, so soft and yet so firm, that it reminded Sebastian of a white horse he used to ride when he was a kid, with all those muscles naturally marked, and those strong arms that were nothing but gentle. No matter how sweet Kurt was, his body didn't feel fragile in the slightest. It felt like a sacred, safe space. Inviting.
Sebastian adventured to run his fingers along Kurt's butt then, caressing with great caution his crack and stroking his hole just slightly. He wasn't entirely sure what the procedure was here, but he knew he wanted to penetrate Kurt, to be inside him and go to that safe heaven.
He had never played with that body part before, and it felt strangely exciting. Kurt was beneath him, his breathing very uneven, and his skin so flushed that Sebastian felt unexpectedly turned on while stroking his entrance. It was like a teasing that never got old, a whole new level of foreplay Sebastian hadn't experienced before.
"We need to stretch it" Kurt whispered while his hips rocked slightly, looking for Sebastian's own.
"You're sure?" Sebastian couldn't help but ask, because if the roles were reversed, maybe he wouldn't be up for that.
Kurt guided Sebastian's fingers inside, adding some pressure while they resumed the kissing and their bodies engaged on some sort of heavy petting.
Sebastian started to finger Kurt then, one finger at a time, somewhat scared he might hurt Kurt. But Kurt reacted nicely to the pressure, and even seemed to like it, so Sebastian decided to put away all the prejudices and preconceived ideas he might have about gay sex. Soon enough, his erection was killing him. The way Kurt grew deeper between his fingers, asking for more, it was nuts that a human body could stretch like that.
Kurt, panting now heavily, started to cover his neck with kisses again and stroked Sebastian's erection.
"Are you doing okay?" the boy asked, lovingly concerned.
Sebastian didn't hesitate for a moment and attacked Kurt's wet lips. The boy felt so great around him.
"I- uh, got condoms for guys" Sebastian remembered, somewhat nervously. He wasn't sure he had gotten the right kind, "I mean, for gay sex. Are these okay?" He showed Kurt.
"Oh, you got some lube as well?" Kurt asked, timidly.
"Shit. No. Was that important?"
Kurt gave him a side smile, "It'd help, but it's okay, I-I can handle it."
Sebastian felt Kurt's back with his hand. No matter how pretty that view was, he didn't want to fuck Kurt from behind. He wanted to make eye contact with the boy, not just to check on him and make sure he was enjoying the sex, but also to feel him closer, simply.
He met Kurt's eyes with a smile. "I wanna watch you." Besides, something told him Kurt would feel more comfortable like this, face to face. "Here, help me put this on, miss."
Kurt sat up slightly, and Sebastian put some pillows behind him, so that the kid would be comfortable when the action started. The boy came closer and took the condom from his hand.
"You know how to put that on with your mouth?" Sebastian asked, all sort of suggestive imagines running wildly through his mind.
Kurt shook his head slowly, giving him a coy smile. "I can try, if you'd like that."
"I'd love that" Sebastian stroked Kurt's hair, affectionately. He hadn't lied before. He liked bossing around in bed, but he was actually trying the nice, gentle approach with Kurt, which was asking instead of commanding. He had learned something from the pushing-for-a-blow-job incident the other night.
Kurt placed the condom on the tip of Sebastian's cock and started pulling it down with his wet mouth. Being a witness to that only darkened Sebastian's thoughts. No longer capable of restraining himself, he brought his fingers to Kurt's mouth.
"Open up?" He reminded himself to ask, instead of just parting Kurt's lips and fingering his mouth. "You're gonna make for some great lube, you'll see." He prompted Kurt to lick his fingers for a while, which just about made Sebastian lose his mind.
When he wasn't sure he could hold up much longer, Sebastian grabbed Kurt's legs and entangled 'em around his waist. He took his wet fingers, lubed with Kurt's saliva, to Kurt's butt, and gave a final stretch to his hole.
He took Kurt's cock in his hand then and stroked it to take Kurt's mind off the impending penetration, because he could feel the boy getting nervous. Then, when Kurt closed his eyes to enjoy the touch, Sebastian thrust with his cock half way inside the boy, making Kurt whimper. He couldn't thrust deeper because it felt too tight, so he kept massaging Kurt's erection while penetrating him and watched Kurt's reactions. After a few seconds, Kurt's moans told him when to thrust less, when to go bolder, and when to just lose it.
And soon enough, Sebastian did just that. He lost himself on both their moans and breathings. Kurt's breath, in particular, kept falling on his neck and sent all kinds of tickles down his spine, and he rewarded the kid with furtive pecks and soft whispers.
He covered Kurt's almost sacred skin with kisses, almost possessed-like to do something nice for the boy. He wasn't that into sweet sex, but something told him he needed to go easy on Kurt for now.
And quite frankly, he could do slow. He was normally much filthier and kinky in bed. Always in a rush to do new things, to go darker and to reach further into his deepest kinks. For a while, it was almost as if he had forgotten sex could also be quiet and nurturing. Peaceful and intimate. And penetrating Kurt felt like finally losing a hold with reality. Like escaping his surroundings and remembering there were still some sensations that made life worthwhile, like Kurt's skin all squeezed under his hands.
Sebastian came and collapsed all over the boy, his belly warm with Kurt's cum as well. He felt exhausted, like the last two weeks of his life had lead to this very moment, and it was finally consummated. But God, did he want to consummate it again. And again. And again and again.
Sebastian looked for Kurt's face, and regarded the boy, overwhelmed.
"That was- fucking great, petit" he panted, still trying to recover. "Ffffuck- fucking great."
Kurt seemed just as tired, but looked less awed than he had looked in the car, Sebastian noticed. He kissed the boy's clavicles and lifted his weight from him, coming to lay beneath him instead. He felt somewhat colder without the body contact, but maybe Kurt could use some space now, because he looked sort of spaced out.
Then he felt Kurt's head searching for his chest and coming to rest above it, his arms holding Sebastian so his fingers could draw small circles on his abdomen.
"You're too sweet" Sebastian observed, "you really are."
Kurt seemed a little insecure with his hands now. "I'm sorry" the boy apologized, blushing slightly. "I- I guess cuddling is a little over the top, isn't it?" he joked, nervously.
Sebastian frowned, because what kind of nonsense was that? "Don't be silly" he said, then held the boy back and brought him closer. "This is perfect."
Kurt gave him a small smile, but said nothing. He simply rested his head there and resumed caressing Sebastian lovingly, as it was his fashion.
"How are you feeling, though?" Sebastian couldn't help but ask, his hand cupping Kurt's butt with care, all trace of lust gone now. "Are you sore? Did that hurt you?"
Kurt regarded him with slight surprise. "No, of course not" he assured Sebastian, "I mean, it always feels a little bit- you know, tight at first, but- it gets better."
Sebastian pondered his words. "Always? You mean you've only bottomed so far?"
"If by so far you mean the three times I've had sex, then yes" Kurt chuckled.
Sebastian studied him with his eyes. "This generous dude of yours, I take it as he didn't let you top, then?"
"It wasn't like that" Kurt argued, somewhat annoyed, "we tried it once, but it hurt him, or maybe I didn't do it right and-" he explained with embarrassment, "I just I hope didn't scar him for life."
"I just had sex with you, and I can't imagine you doing something without care or even remotely displeasing, Kurt" Sebastian defended, although he wasn't sure why he was getting worked up with his. He felt a little silly. "I mean, I'm sure you didn't hurt him."
"You were worried you might've hurt me just a second ago" Kurt pointed out, "it's not such a crazy thought, is it?"
"Don't smarty-pants me, young man" Sebastian bit his nose. "Anyway, the thing is, if you want to top, I can handle it. I'll educate myself, or you'll teach me, okay?"
"Okay" Kurt agreed after a few seconds, giving him a last smile. "I'm tired now, boo."
"Boo?" Sebastian asked, chuckling. "Dear Lord, I hope that silly nickname is not final" he said, bringing his hand to Kurt's nape to stroke his hair.
Kurt didn't say anything, which Sebastian found odd, so he looked for the kid's eyes but they were closed. He had fallen asleep within seconds. God I really worn him out, he thought, cockily. Then Sebastian regarded the boy's gesture, so freaking quiet while he slept, and put his cockiness aside. He kept on stroking Kurt's hair until he drifted off as well.