Chapter 3: No Mi Casa, No Tu Casa
"So where shall we do this?" Sebastian asked. Just to rile Kurt a little more, mind you. He already knew the answer. Kurt was such an open book!
Surprisingly, Kurt hadn't thought that far ahead. Now he realized they'd have to actually go somewhere. His gut clenched in panic. Somewhere private, where he would touch Sebastian, do... intimate things with the preppy pervert. Sebastian played it cool while Kurt considered the options. They were far more likely to be seen moving around the Dalton campus than Sebastian was by simply entering or exiting the Hudson-Hummel single family home. But Kurt didn't want to 'shit where he ate', to put it indelicately. Plus, he knew his father would instinctively dislike and distrust Sebastian if he met him. Dad was nobody's fool. Sebastian's dorm room, then? But Blaine was still close friends with Wes and David and several other Warblers. What if one of them saw Kurt and told his boyfriend? He'd never be able to explain it away with a lame excuse about planning another trip to Scandals. And even if he could, that would mean lying to Blaine's face, which Kurt considered an even bigger betrayal than this unholy alliance he'd just entered into.
"I believe a seedy motel on the outskirts of town is the appropriate venue for this type of sordid assignation," Kurt declared at last with false bravado. He was already starting to think through a plan. How much money did he have with him? How much did a motel room cost? He couldn't use the credit card – the charge would show up on Dad's monthly statement.
Sebastian was fine with that. He didn't expect Kurt to offer his bedroom for this first time, and if events played out as Sebastian intended, then there would be plenty of opportunities to lure Kurt back to his dorm. Still, the preppy boy nodded hesitantly, as if puzzled, just to bait the trap.
"Yes, I guess we could do that, if you don't mind doing the nasty in such nasty surroundings. But we'll have to stop at a drug store for supplies."
Kurt blushed scarlet. "Supplies?" he echoed faintly. Suddenly his mouth felt very dry, so he hastily took another sip of the coffee, which had gone cold by this time. He leaned forward awkwardly and dropped his voice even lower. "You mean like lube and condoms and stuff?"
"Well, that's a start," Sebastian replied smoothly, smirking again. Kurt was so delightfully clueless.
Kurt's eyes widened, and his embarrassment level ratcheted up several notches. "B-but … what else is there?"
Here we go, Sebastian. Let the games begin! The taller boy pretended to look stunned. "Whe-e-ew!" he whistled. "No wonder your sex life is a train wreck." To Sebastian's great satisfaction, Kurt flinched when the Warbler placed a hand over his and gave it a light squeeze.
Under any other circumstance, with any other person, Kurt would have found it comforting, but Sebastian's touch just made him feel dirty. He pulled his hand back sharply. I can't do this. What the hell was I thinking?
"Now wisten, widdle Kurtie," Sebastian continued in mock babytalk, "I don't wanna scare oo, so we'll just keep the shopping wist weawly simple today –"
"Today?" Kurt cried, and then glanced around nervously again. "I'm not looking to start an affair with you," he hissed, glaring once again. "I just want some, you know, h-hands-on experience."
Oooh yes, Sebastian thought. He definitely looks super sexy when he's mad. I can't wait for him to get his hands (and his lips) on my *experience*.
Sebastian raised his hands in surrender, but the insufferable smugness remained. "Calm down, Princess. You came to me for – what did you call it – tutoring? Well, turning you into a decent lover is going to take time and practice. Besides, one roll in the hay with you is not enough incentive to give up the sex on a stick that is Blaine Anderson. So, if you'll pardon the pun, suck it up, bitch!"
I can do this, Kurt told himself. I have to. I can't lose Blaine, not to Sebastian or anyone else.
As he slipped the card key into the motel's electronic door lock, Kurt tried hard not to think about how much he was disappointing his dad, 'throwing himself around' like a … a... slut. And Blaine... this meant his boyfriend wouldn't be his first! When the door opened to reveal a dark, drab generic room with a cheap plywood table at one end and a sink counter at the other, Kurt wanted to cry. The air smelled stuffy and damp. A tacky, polyester floral print bedspread covered the queen-sized bed. The bed where you'll lose your virginity, he thought bitterly, and Kurt began to tremble.
Standing behind him, Sebastian's reaction to the room was totally blasé. He'd been the dirty secret of an affair before – twice, actually, and seen his fair share of roadside motels. Same old same old. So when Kurt didn't move from the doorway, when he tensed up and actually seemed on the verge of tears, Sebastian at first didn't understand. What's the big deal? Oh, right. Kurt was a romantic. Like most people, he deluded himself into believing having sex was actually more, that it was this magical, special, emotional and spiritual bonding experience called 'making love'. But Sebastian knew better, and he was a stronger person because of that, so he felt not one iota of guilt about disabusing Kurt of those foolish notions. He was sure Kurt would thank him in the long run. That is, in the unlikely event they were still on speaking terms.
For now, though, he had to get the delicate brunette into bed somehow, and for all his lack of morals, Sebastian was no rapist. Clearly a little seduction needed to be involved.
Sebastian knew the most effective way to draw a reluctant lover in. The body instinctively seeks warmth, and a light touch feeds the craving. So he brushed his fingers very, very lightly along the nape of Kurt's neck, just barely touching skin to skin. At the same time, the goal here was anger sex, so he leaned forward and murmured lowly in Kurt's ear, "I knew you'd chicken out. You are such a girl."
Kurt was in turmoil. His whole body was tingling from the feather touch on his neck and the hot breath in his ear. At the same time, the suggestion that he was a coward made his blood boil. Kurt had survived taunts, torments and humiliations that would have crushed most of his straight peers. But no matter how hurtful it was when the jocks called him a fag or a fairy or a homo, there was one insult that cut deeper than all the others.
He spun around, grabbed Sebastian by the lapels of his Dalton jacket and pulled their faces close together. "I am not a girl!" he snapped.
Staring into his face, Sebastian was so captivated by Kurt's flushed cheeks and flashing green/blue eyes that he almost forgot to look insufferable. Almost.
"Why?" He slipped his hand between Kurt's legs and cupped his crotch. "Because you've got this?"
Kurt gasped and tried to pull away, but Sebastian wrapped his other arm around Kurt's waist and held him there. He could feel Kurt's cock hardening, but resisted the urge to rub against it. Instead, he just kept his hand still, using only the slightest pressure to maintain contact.
Kurt felt a warm, tight ripple race through his body. Suddenly, the urge to push into Sebastian's hand was overwhelming. But no matter what his body wanted to do, Kurt still hated Sebastian, hated that fucking smug, superior expression on the Dalton boy's face. Hated it so much, Kurt moved in closer so he wouldn't have to see it anymore. That brought their lips just centimeters apart.
Now Sebastian turned them slightly, pushing Kurt against the door jamb and pressing down on the swell in his pants. He began rubbing ever so slowly, causing Kurt to groan involuntarily. "Not bad," Sebastian whispered huskily into Kurt's mouth, referring to the size of his member. "Not bad at all."
Kurt couldn't help it. His eyes fluttered closed, and his head lolled back against the door frame as the warm feeling coiling low in his belly grew stronger. Sebastian shifted forward, cool lips pressing lightly against Kurt's pale, downy-soft neck, all the while being careful not to increase the weight of his hand or the speed of his caress. Keep it slow and steady – that's the way to tear down this boy's resistance. After a few moments, which for Kurt seemed to go on forever, Sebastian moved again, this time maneuvering Kurt's thigh between his own legs so Kurt could feel the erection growing there.
Oh, shit! thought Kurt. Sebastian smelled so good - expensive cologne, not that cheap drugstore stuff the McKinley boys used. The Warbler's cool lips felt like heaven on Kurt's overheated skin. And Kurt didn't want to admit it, but it was so... hot, feeling them both growing hard simultaneously through the layers of clothing. Too many clothes on, he was burning up. "I h-hate you," Kurt breathed out, not sure if he meant Sebastian (for being such a horrible person) or himself (for getting so intensely aroused by the preppy creep).
Sebastian licked up Kurt's jaw line and sucked briefly on his ear lobe, eliciting another deep groan from the brunette. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured in Kurt's ear. "Ready for your first lesson?"
By way of an answer, Kurt pushed them both into the dark motel room, slamming the door behind them.