Chapter 8: Hidden Talents

Kurt knew something was definitely wrong with him. He was... enjoying this? Because... because... he felt... confident?

With Blaine, Kurt was always so careful, so self-conscious, not wanting to do anything 'wrong', like accidentally using his teeth, or making embarrassing sucking and slurping noises, or gagging (very unsexy). But this was just Sebastian, and Kurt didn't give a damn if the evil meerkat thought Kurt's oral sex skills were lacking, so he let himself just relax and treat the whole thing like an experiment.

I'm in control, I'm still in control, he kept telling himself. I can stop any time I want to. But I don't want to.

Sebastian's cock felt so good in his mouth, and the more noise Kurt made as he sucked and played with it, the harder his own cock became. His tongue swirling boldly around Sebastian's shaft, flicking lightly over the slit, his mouth teasing the head, which was firm but soft, sort of silky, and oh so eager for him. He could try... anything he wanted, judging by the steady stream of 'Oh, fucks' and 'so goods' escaping from the boy beneath him. Not to mention those (admittedly arousing) deep primal groans. How would Sebastian react if he sucked on his inner thigh? Kurt, holding on to Sebastian's hips for balance, could actually feel the waves of pleasure crashing through Sebastian's body when he tried.

Wow! That must be an erogenous zone. Good to know.

He stroked himself a few times, just to relieve some of the pressure that was mounting between his legs, and went back to bobbing on the Warbler's cock. Then Kurt started improvising – a bit of licking, a dash of hand pumping, a soupcon of blowing hot breath onto the silky flesh while teasing his testicles. Sebastian was fisting the sheets and thrashing his head from side to side, panting hard and swearing almost nonstop under his breath.

This is so easy! How come Blaine never gets this excited? Why is it always so awkward with him?

Oh, right. Because everything to do with making love to Blaine was such a Big. Fucking. Deal. Because they loved each other and wanted every moment of every time to be absolutely perfect, so they never let themselves get lost in the experience.

Just to be clear, he definitely did enjoy fooling around with his boyfriend, and Blaine seemed to enjoy Kurt's attentions, too. Still, he hadn't realized it before - having no basis for comparison because he'd only ever had one boyfriend - but with Blaine he was always kind of ... tense. Now, for the first time since he and Blaine moved beyond kissing, Kurt felt carefree, uninhibited. Adventurous, even. And here, of all places! In this dark, depressing, slightly stale smelling generic motel, with this asshole Warbler whom he absolutely despised. Did that make sense?

Sebastian was a confused, heaving mess. Kurt was giving him a fucking amazing blow job. And that really bothered him, because he wanted Kurt to be terrible at it. Okay, not terrible. But how was he supposed to torment Kurt about being inept in bed if the guy was a natural born cock su-

Ohh! Where the hell did he learn that little swirly maneuver?

Had Kurt and Blaine been blowing each other, like, non-stop since they first met or something? Or was this whole "I'm a virgin and I need tutoring on how to fuck" stuff just a set-up for some revenge plot? Maybe this particular motel hadn't been picked at random and 'The Klaine' were taping everything to post on the internet to humiliate him?

If that's what they're up to, then the joke's on them, because it would be pretty hot knowing anonymous guys all over the world were jerking off to the sight of Kurt and me in bed. And I would totally download that video. Hell, maybe I'll even send it to a few exes.

Now you might think that was a pretty twisted attitude, but here's the thing. Sebastian wasn't one of those nasty people who are just misunderstood, who put up a shield and lash out so no one can see their pain but secretly they carry around a deep self-loathing, a hidden wound that never healed, yada-yada-yada. No, Sebastian Smythe sincerely loved himself. He loved the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he looked – clothed and nude, the way he viewed the world with a jaundice eye. He adored feeling superior to everyone around him, like life was a mean-spirited prank and he was the only one smart enough to avoid being punked. And if being better than everyone else involved stepping on them, sabotaging them, or destroying their self-esteem, well, too bad, so sad, life's a bitch and then you die. Anyway, it wouldn't be the first time Sebastian watched himself performing, although taping Dalton concerts and studying them to make sure he was outclassing the other Warblers wasn't really in the same category as doing the dirty with the most perfect-bodied twink he'd ever met.

Sebastian wasn't really consciously thinking these things, of course. He was mostly overwhelmed with need and want and fuck! Kurt must by trying to kill him because now he'd captured a drop of pre-cum on his finger and was using it to moisten Sebastian's hole, all the while pushing his tongue into the slit of Sebastian's cock. The brunette was toying with his dick, refusing to settle into a steady rhythm that would trigger the blessed release Sebastian craved. He was teetering on the edge, so close, and moaning like a whore. His cock was throbbing, and hearing Kurt hum like that between licks just made him even hotter. Sebastian was gripping the sheets so hard he thought they might rip, so he shifted his hands to run his fingers through the diva's soft, thick hair.

Kurt misunderstood, thinking Sebastian was trying to set the pace. He gave an indignant squeak and sat up. "Don't touch me!" I'm in control! You don't get to dictate what I do to you, or when, or how.

Sebastian angrily propped himself up on his elbows. "You are such a fucking tease!" he ground out harshly. Seriously, what a bitch! How does Blaine stand it? "Quit playing games and get your mouth back on my cock right now or this whole deal is off."

Even under the best of circumstances, even by people he respected and cared about, Kurt hated being told what to do. His eyes were burning with fury, but he kept his voice deceptively soft.

"You want me to quit teasing?" Kurt smiled maliciously.

"Yes!"

"You want my mouth back on your cock?" he asked innocently.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!"

"You'll stay completely still?" he cooed hopefully.

"Jesus Christ, YES!"

"Good," Kurt purred, hovering just above Sebastian's purple, aching need. "Now don't move a muscle and I won't stop."

Before Sebastian even had time to nod, Kurt grabbed the base of his erection and squeezed tightly. At the same time, he started bobbing up and down on the shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Kurt worked his lips faster and faster over the hard flesh, pulling on it with long, strong sucks.

Suddenly Sebastian was in sexual Hell. "Uh.. uh... oh shit!" God, he wanted to move. His hips were trembling with the effort to stay still, to refrain from bucking upward into that warm, silky mouth. "Fuck!" He swallowed hard and licked his lips. He should never have told Kurt to stop teasing, because now Kurt was clearly working to speed things along. And without being able to touch Kurt anywhere, or even touch himself, there were no competing sensations to take attention away from his groin. His whole being was focused there now as he swam and drowned in lust, barrelling head-first towards a fast, hard orgasm.

"S-slow... slow down!" Sebastian pleaded, but Kurt just increased his speed and sucked harder. Then, just to see if he could do it, Kurt relaxed his throat and drove Sebastian further back, past his gag reflex. Hey, it worked! The Warbler let out the sexiest, most agonized "Ooooh" and Kurt realized his own cock was throbbing unbearably, too.

Time to get this over with. Kurt swallowed as much of Sebastian as he could and hummed.

Sebastian felt the vibrations shoot up from his shaft and reverberate through his entire body. "N-no... not yet, not yet," he panted. He bit his lip hard and managed to hang on a few more seconds, but Kurt was deep-throating him relentlessly. Then the counter tenor squeezed hard at the base of Sebastian's cock and hummed again at a slightly lower pitch, his throat closing tight around the head and that was it.

"YOU BITCH!" Sebastian screamed as his orgasm slammed into him.

His cock was so far down Kurt's throat, Kurt had no choice but to swallow the cum that poured out. Even though he'd never swallowed before, somehow, he didn't mind it. He sucked Sebastian dry while the boy continued to scream in rapture. Finally, Sebastian's cries became whimpers. Kurt stretched out beside him, smiling smugly, and congratulated himself on a job well done.

And now it's my turn!

Author's Note: It might seem a little out of character for Kurt to be so ... ahem... skilled, but I love take-charge Kurt. I also know this scene and the action to come do not conform to safe sex practices. All I can say is that for the purpose of this story, neither Kurt nor Sebastian has an STD. But, of course, in the real world one should always use protection.

To everyone who is putting this story on alert, I'm really, really flattered. A review, even a short one, would be even better so please review if you can. Thanks again! - Hambeka