Author's Note 07/30/2023: For those who read the previous chapter when it was first posted about a week ago, I revised it slightly with a new ending passage that delves more into Kurt's side of the equation, so I recommend reading that (at least the latter half) before proceeding to this chapter. Sorry to do this to you - the perils of serial writing. Thanks for your understanding! Hambeka

Chapter 14: Lies we tell ourselves

That soft, singular voice did alien things to Sebastian's insides the Warbler was determined to ignore. His comfort zone had boundaries and his heart lay firmly outside them. Instead, he continued to stroke Kurt's cock, well satisfied with the healthy erection it now sported. He licked the shell of Kurt's ear and whispered hotly, "You ready to try again?"

His nerves had died down, but Kurt knew the mirage that Sebastian cared about him in this moment was fragile. One word would dissolve it completely and leave anger in its wake. "Just … don't call me a bitch."

Sebastian grinned. He could work with that. "Fine, don't call me Blaine."

Kurt nodded into the crook of Sebastian's neck. The taller boy took a moment to slick more lube onto his cock and then guided Kurt to again straddle his hips.

Sebastian stayed upright this time, his hands wrapped around Kurt's back. He couldn't help noticing how much more intimate this position was than when he was lying prone, but he didn't really mind. Kurt's smooth, toned body felt so good in his arms. Even using the phony endearments didn't bother him. Just means to an end. Whatever it took to soothe Kurt's nerves. So they could both get off. And Sebastian could ruin him.

"Now take your time, gorgeous, we're in no rush. Just lift up and take a deep breath. Then exhale slowly as you take me in."

Kurt rose up on his knees. He shifted back slightly and lowered down until he felt the tip of Sebastian's cock press against his hole. Sebastian moved his hands to Kurt's hips. Maintaining eye contact, he applied just a hint of downward pressure. Kurt responded and felt the pressure on his insides mount as Sebastian slowly entered him. The sensation of fullness was intense, but it didn't hurt per se. Loath as he was to admit it, Sebastian really had prepped him properly and for that he was grateful. He kept going, inch by admittedly delicious inch. "Oh my God," he gasped when at last Sebastian was fully sheathed within him.

Kurt felt so tight and hot and perfect around him. Sebastian trembled slightly with the effort to hold still and let the McKinley boy get used to the intrusion. He didn't normally care one iota about his partner's feelings, but he had his own malicious motives for wanting Kurt to enjoy this, so he asked a question he'd never asked before during sex. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt breathed out. "Yeah, it feels good."

"Good. You feel fucking fantastic, Kurt. I knew you would. Now try to move a little."

Kurt lifted up slightly and sank back down again. "Oooh," he moaned and threw his head back. "It's so … deep."

Sebastian stared hungrily at Kurt's exposed throat, littered with red marks from all the hickeys Sebastian had inflicted. He'd never really been into twinks like Kurt, but right now he couldn't imagine anyone hotter. Now Sebastian gripped Kurt's hips and guided him to ride him, over and over. He could feel a warm coil starting to tighten low in his belly. This was going to be an orgasm for the record books, he just knew it. But this was more about ruining Kurt than his own pleasure, and for that one element was lacking.

The next time Kurt lifted up, Sebastian shifted the smaller boy's angle slightly and bucked up on Kurt's downward stroke.

"Ugh!" Kurt cried and shuddered in his arms.

Bingo! "That's it, that's it, handsome. Take it all."

Kurt had never felt anything like it before, a jolt inside his body that made him just want to grind away into oblivion. He began going faster and grinding down on Sebastian's hips each time he was fully seated. His skin was on fire, the sweat from both their bodies slickening his movements. "Oh my god, oh my god," he chanted each time Sebastian hit his prostate.

Kurt's voice was a ragged wreck and Sebastian loved the sound. He drank in the sight of the ice queen unraveling in his very arms. Suddenly he wanted Kurt to dominate him, to take him. He'd never wanted such a thing before but suddenly he needed it, knew he couldn't get off properly without it. He leaned back, talking Kurt with him, until their bodies were both horizonal with Kurt still on top. Sebastian brought his arms to rest by his ears.

"Take my wrists, hold me down," he commanded. When Kurt obeyed, Sebastian's passion spiked. Kurt's grip was not hard, Sebastian could easily break it, but it was firm enough to make Sebastian feel powerless and yet oddly in control.

Kurt didn't mind holding Sebastian down in the least. To the extent he was thinking anything at that moment, it was that Sebastian deserved to be punished for making Kurt feel so good right now when all he'd done since the day they met was do his damnedest to make Kurt feel inferior and less than. With Sebastian beneath him, the boy whom others had bullied and intimidated was himself the apex predator, taking what he was owed without apology. And right now all he wanted was his cock rubbing deliciously along Sebastian's stomach as Kurt pushed backwards and forwards on the shaft that hit his prostate unerringly each time. He closed his eyes and focused on the crescendo building inside of him.

Sebastian could tell Kurt was getting close, and so was he. His revenge was almost complete. "Open your eyes, gorgeous, look at me." When Kurt did, Sebastian felt a pang of disappointment. Kurt's pupils were blown wide, obscuring most of the grey/green/blue iris he longed to see. Undeterred, he moved in for the kill. "You're with me, you're with me," Sebastian panted, his green eyes boring into Kurt's as Kurt drove down harder and harder onto his shaft.

Kurt was mesmerized. Sebastian looked like he wanted to devour him whole. The mirage was a lie, but it was a glorious lie and he embraced it. "I'm with you," he said in a dream.

"Say my name, mon beau," Sebastian said, slipping into his native tongue without even realizing it.

The French drove Kurt even closer to the edge. He teetered on the precipice. "More," he moaned, "give me more!"

Sebastian immediately understood. He let forth a string of filth in his perfectly accented French, telling Kurt exactly how fucking sexy he was in the most graphic possible terms and culminating in, "Allez, mon beau, dis mon nom."

Kurt didn't stand a chance. "Sebastian!" he cried and came, shattering like glass, spilling his seed all along Sebastian's torso and gripping his wrists like a vice.

Kurt pinning him firmly to the bed, the sound of his name in that lilting, breathy voice, feeling Kurt spasm around his cock – these things were Sebastian's undoing and he was happy to fall, harder and longer than he ever had before.

They lay one on top of the other gasping, spent and sated. Gradually, their heart rates slowed and Kurt rolled off Sebastian to lay by his side. Neither said a word.

Now that it was over, each boy realized he had a problem. Should they pretend to be a normal couple and cuddle? Should they drop the pretense that they could stand each other, just clean up, get dressed as fast as possible and leave? What the fuck happens next?