Author's Note: Hi everyone. Yes, I'm back after all this time to pick up the story. Thanks to everyone for reading it!

Chapter 11: Going All the Way

"Enough, Kurt. I want you to fuck me."

Kurt didn't need to be told twice. He withdrew his fingers, watching Sebastian's hole close reluctantly for the lack of them, and grabbed for the lube, intending to slather some more on his cock for good measure.

But with his other arm still awkwardly reaching around Sebastian's hip, Kurt's usual grace failed him. Instead of deftly swiping the bottle from the nightstand, he ended up knocking it into a far corner of the room.

Sebastian burst out laughing. "Smooth move, Hummel!" It was genuinely funny, but Sebastian kept chuckling even after his mirth had passed, just to piss Kurt off. Sebastian felt like he'd ceded some control when Hummel found his prostate so easily and he had to gain that ground back.

He couldn't see Kurt's face harden from this angle on his hands and knees, or else Sebastian might have made better choices.

If he was with Blaine, Kurt would have been mortified at being so clumsy at such a key moment. But Blaine would have said something sweet and funny to diffuse the tension and they would have laughed about it together, the error just drawing them closer. But here he was, stuck playing Anthony Bridgerton to a bargain basement Kate. Kurt set his jaw. I'm not going to let him ruin this moment for me. He quickly pondered an effective means of revenge. What might Sebastian hate most? Ah, yes –

Kurt took one last look down the Dalton boy's pale back scattered with freckles and closed his eyes. He imagined a slightly smaller body beneath him, one with smooth olive skin, curly black hair and warm hazel eyes. Blaine. This moment would belong only to him and Blaine. He would concentrate, maintain focus, and make it so. "I'm so sorry, honey," Kurt said with total sincerity as he slid the knob of his dick into Sebastian's hole. In his head, Kurt added "Blaine."

"Ugh!" both boys grunted in unison.

Sebastian was torn between wanting to savor this exciting new sexual sensation, this feeling of novelty (something that had frankly been lacking from his bedroom activities for some time now), and the powerful craving for Kurt to fill him even more. He waited a beat. Then two. Then three. Evidently Sebastian wasn't the only one savoring the moment. But then the scales tipped. Three beats became four, became five. Sebastian frowned. He can't seriously think I'm going to beg for it?

The pressure, the heat, the promise of more. It felt so fucking perfect. After soaking up the sensation while he firmly fixed the image of his boyfriend in his mind, Kurt threw his head back and kept on going, pushing gently but firmly in deeper just a couple of inches, until the channel's natural resistance and Kurt's genuine desire not to hurt the other boy forced him to stop.

"Oh God," Kurt gasped. The sensation was so intense it took his breath away. "You feel so perfect, my darling," he cooed sweetly as he began to pump his hips. "Like you were made for me." My darling Blaine.

With each stroke, Kurt seemed to be waking up whole new parts of Sebastian's body that previously were numb. But the endearments dripping from Kurt's mouth set the Dalton boy's teeth on edge. Kurt sounded so sincere. Sebastian hated cloying sentiment in general, and he particularly detested when it was directed his way. Call him a bastard, call him a jerk, please, oh please do call him an asshole. Put some snark behind that "sweetheart" if you know what's good for you. But don't you dare say "darling" like you mean it.

"Just shut up and fuck me, Hummel," he snapped. "You're killing the mood with that girly squeak you call a voice."

"Hush," Kurt murmured, finding Sebastian's voice equally unwelcome but for different reasons. He redoubled his efforts to maintain the fantasy, rhythmically thrusting away as he imagined Blaine's face, Blaine's eyes, Blaine's mouth. It wasn't so hard to do since Sebastian was on hands and knees facing away from him. As long as the Dalton boy didn't talk. Kurt adjusted the angle of his hips slightly and pushed in deeper, seeking his partner's secret spot.

"Fuuuck!" Sebastian groaned. "Oh my God, that's it… that's it… right there… don't stop."

"Hush angel," Kurt said again tenderly, his voice now breathy with effort and bliss. He felt like he was floating and burning, burning and floating, grounded only by his hands on Sebastian's – Blaine's – hips and his shaft in Blaine's ass. His whole body was a slowly coiling spring. The harder and deeper he thrust, the tighter the coil became. He desperately wanted to look down to see his cock sliding in and out, but he dared not open his eyes and risk breaking the fantasy.

Sebastian felt waves of pleasure crashing through his entire body with every stroke. Why had he been such a stubborn idiot all these years? Bottoming felt fucking fantastic! Dropping down on one elbow, he vigorously pulled on his own cock, eager to hasten what he knew would be the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. A steady stream of moans and groans and half-unintelligible curses fell from his lips. A small part of Sebastian hated that he was showing Kurt how much he was enjoying this, because that meant Kurt was definitely winning the game. But an even larger part couldn't give a shit about the game at that moment.

The crescendo was coming, instinctively each boy knew it. The room echoed with the slapping sound of flesh pounding flesh over and over, faster and faster. Suddenly Sebastian cried out and spilled his seed on the bed beneath him. His cries tipped Kurt over the edge. He pushed hard one final time and buried himself deep inside the other boy's ass as he came.

"Oh Blaine, I love you!" Kurt gasped and collapsed onto Sebastian's back.

Still struggling to catch his breath, Sebastian turned cold. He immediately realized what Kurt had done, how Kurt had cheated the game. Throwing the McKinley boy off roughly, he scrambled to his feet on shaky legs. His afterglow nonexistent, he glared murderously at Kurt, who lay on his back with his eyes now open, looking genuinely bewildered to find Sebastian standing there instead of his boyfriend.

"What the fuck did you just say?"