A/N: Thank you so much for your patience with waiting for this chapter! It's been longer than I would have liked, but life has been kicking my ass a bit recently. I think things are calming down now though thankfully, and I'm happy to be here to bring you a brand new chapter!
This is the longest chapter so far, by several hundred words. It also gets explicit, so if that's something you aren't comfortable with I would suggest you skip this chapter.
Also, this chapter is for Anna, because it's her birthday today and she deserves a fic update as a treat.
It might not have been the best idea, coming to Sebastian's apartment after meeting with Blaine.
But, he's here now, so.
He's not even sure why he's here, not really. It's not like that first night, when Blaine asked him to leave, and he'd shown up at Sebastian's door not even realizing where he was going until he was here. No, this was a conscious decision. But he's not upset like that night – he should probably be more upset, actually.
Maybe that's why he's here. He needs the distraction, doesn't want to start thinking about why he's not more upset.
Sebastian is really good at providing a distraction.
And the alcohol, well, that probably helps, too.
There's takeout boxes strewn across Sebastian's coffee table, a near-empty bottle of whisky settled amongst them. Music fills the room at a volume that's probably just this side of too loud for an apartment, Kurt thinks distantly, but so far nobody has come pounding on the door telling them to turn it down so he figures it must be fine. The two men are dancing, moving in time with the music and each others' bodies, it's such a carefree feeling and Kurt feels a little like he's floating between that and the liquor. Sebastian takes a step back but catches his knee on the couch, and though Kurt tries to catch him he's ultimately unsuccessful and topples down on top of him. They look at each other for a moment and then start giggling, and it feels a bit absurd, he's not sure why it's funny but apparently it is, he's laughing and Sebastian is shaking beneath him and it feels good to feel this happy, so good, good like he can barely remember having felt before.
Their laughter quiets, and Kurt is left lying there on top of Sebastian, looking down at his smiling face.
"Hey," Sebastian says quietly, mouth painted in a lazy grin as he locks eyes with Kurt.
"Hi."
They don't say anything else, just stay like that for a moment, looking at each other. Kurt's eyes flit down to Sebastian's lips, and when he looks back up there's something new in his eyes, though he's not quite sure what.
He doesn't wait to find out.
He leans down, closes the distance between them and presses his lips to Sebastian's. They're warm and soft and they open easily to him, Sebastian kissing back eagerly as his hand moves up to Kurt's neck. Kurt snakes his fingers into Sebastian's hair, deepens the kiss further as he gives a light tug and that elicits a small groan from Sebastian as he shifts beneath Kurt, arches into him just a little. Sebastian pulls away and Kurt has the smallest moment to miss him before his lips are reattached at Kurt's neck and then Kurt is gasping, rutting down into Sebastian and moaning as his hardening cock grinds against Sebastian's hip and he feels Sebastian's own through his pants.
They shouldn't be doing this. What about Blaine?
Sebastian sinks his teeth into Kurt's neck then, grabs his hips to hold them steady and grinds up into them, and Kurt finds that right now, maybe he doesn't care what Blaine would think. All he feels in the moment is need; the need to forget about Blaine, the need to forget about everything, the need to just feel.
"Bas," the name comes out as a whimper and a plea, "please." He's not sure exactly what he's asking for, but he knows he needs it.
Sebastian nips at Kurt's ear, hot breath ghosting across his skin with a needy, "Fuck, Kurt," and then Sebastian is pushing Kurt up and to his feet. "C'mon."
Kurt follows easily, and the men stumble a bit as they make their way to Sebastian's bedroom, hands and mouths on each other the whole time. By the time they're in the room, Kurt is sliding Sebastian's pants down and they don't make it to the bed. Kurt pushes him against the wall instead, drops to his knees before him and takes Sebastian's cock quickly into his mouth. He wonders distantly if he should be taking his time, appreciating this more, but he quashes the thought quickly, doesn't want to give himself too much time to think right now.
Sebastian weaves a hand into Kurt's hair, gasping and moaning as Kurt hollows his cheeks and comes back up, swirling his tongue around the head of Sebastian's cock. He feels alive like he hasn't in so long, Sebastian mewling above him and he did that. He wishes there was something he could grind against, because it's so hot, the sounds Sebastian is making are utterly obscene and he's so, so hard, painfully hard, his own cock still restrained in his pants.
And then Sebastian is tugging at his hair, pulling him off his cock and Kurt groans at the sensation.
"Gonna– I was gonna come soon," Sebastian stutters, a little breathless. "Kurt, fuck, I– fuck."
Kurt looks up at Sebastian, the tiniest self-satisfied smirk on his face, and he wipes across his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuck," is Sebastian's only response before pulling Kurt back to his feet and kissing him, and god Sebastian must be able to taste himself on Kurt's tongue and Kurt isn't sure how much longer he can stand wearing these damn pants.
Luckily it's a non-issue, because Sebastian has walked him backwards until he's fallen back on the bed and is making quick work of Kurt's pants. "I want to fuck you so bad," Sebastian breathes into Kurt's ear, voice low and rough. "Can I fuck you?"
"God, yes, please," Kurt begs, because he wants that more than anything right now.
Sebastian pulls off Kurt's pants, finally, and then he's reaching over into his bedside table and coming back with a bottle of lube, squeezing some onto his fingers before he finds Kurt's hole and pushes in. Kurt whimpers as he feels himself stretch around Sebastian's finger, resistant at first and then pulling him further in.
"God you're so tight," Sebastian murmurs, and Kurt doesn't have a chance to respond before Sebastian is kissing him again, swallowing Kurt's sighs and gasps as he works him open with his long fingers.
Eventually it's too much, Kurt can't take it anymore, and he breaks their kiss. "Now, please." It's a demand more than a request, and the words come out as a rasp, he's feeling a bit lost and overwhelmed to the things Sebastian is making him feel but he still needs more.
Sebastian doesn't respond, just rips open a condom he must have grabbed from the nightstand earlier and rolls it down onto his dick, and then Kurt can feel the blunt head at his entrance, pushing in slow and firm and filling him, and his head tips back with a moan as he stretches around Sebastian's cock.
"Fuck, you look so good like that," Sebastian all but growls as his hips come to a stop, finally pressed fully inside Kurt's ass.
They don't talk much after that, just heavy breathing and groans and moans, whimpers and gasps and indecipherable murmurs as Sebastian thrusts into him, an occasional brush across his prostate to send a shock of pleasure up his spine. He grasps at Sebastian, nails digging into his back with one hand and his bicep with the other as Sebastian's mouth works at a spot on his neck that is definitely going to leave a mark, but he can't be bothered to care because everything feels too good.
It's not long before Sebastian is coming, hips stuttering on the last few thrusts as he spills into the condom with a high moan. He works himself through it, makes a couple more slow, shallow thrusts before he pulls out, and Kurt whines at the loss, feels empty and needy as he squirms on the bed.
"I've got you babe, don't worry," Sebastian says, and he only has a moment to wonder about the name before Sebastian has tossed his condom into the trash and has a finger back inside Kurt, stroking over his prostate as he takes Kurt's flushed cock into his mouth.
"Fuck," Kurt cries, hips pushing up on instinct, and Sebastian makes the smallest choking noise but he doesn't pull off, just keeps working Kurt's cock with his mouth and Kurt's ass with his fingers, and it's so much, too much, hot wet mouth and long nimble fingers everywhere.
He comes with a gasp, fingers tangled in Sebastian's hair as the other man works him through it, swallowing him down easily. When Kurt squirms a little from the oversensitivity, Sebastian pulls off, crawls up the bed and lays down next to Kurt.
He looks over at Sebastian, who is looking at him… uncertainly, almost, Kurt thinks. But he feels a little fuzzy around the edges right now, isn't quite sure what that means and, selfishly, doesn't really want to find out right now. So he presses forward, kisses Sebastian softly and Sebastian kisses him back, warm and welcoming and sweet. It's different from their other kisses tonight, slow and tender and soft where until now they've been intense and urgent.
When the kiss breaks, he curls into Sebastian's chest, and they fall asleep just like that.