Chapter 12: Payback's a Bitch
Sebastian knew deep down that he had no right to feel betrayed. It wasn't like he'd never fantasized about one guy while being with another. And he had no claim on Kurt objectively speaking. Hell, they kind of fucking hated each other. But Sebastian Smythe played second fiddle to no one, real or imagined. As he glared down at Kurt's admittedly horror-stricken face, Sebastian vowed revenge. Getting Kurt to fall for him and breaking his heart wasn't enough. He would ruin Kurt, make the sex so mind blowing this time that for Kurt every subsequent man, most especially Blaine Anderson, would be a disappointment. It was a pretty shitty thing to do, he knew, but Sebastian was a selfish creature and he did not like to share his toys.
"I… I'm sorry," Kurt stammered, his fleeting instant of post-coital bliss now a distant memory. "I didn't mean… You laughed at me and it just sort of happened." He couldn't help feeling a little guilty as he scrambled off the bed. What he'd done wasn't very nice. But Sebastian wasn't very nice, either. At this point Kurt just wanted out of that room. His attempt to mentally stay faithful to Blaine had backfired spectacularly, plus he was a little afraid of how angry Sebastian looked.
But Sebastian had seen quite enough demonstrations of Kurt's fight or flight instinct for one afternoon and knew it would be counterproductive to move towards him right now. So instead Sebastian stalked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. But he didn't want to give up all his leverage. "When you are with me, Hummel, you are with me!" he ground out as he tossed the towel to Kurt, making sure to put a note of hurt in his voice. "No one else. Here, clean up the bed."
Kurt figured he owed Sebastian that much. He made a moue of distaste but did as he was told. Yeah, well, sex is messy, you idiot! Sebastian thought. While Kurt wiped cum off the sheets, Sebastian retrieved the lube from the far corner of the room.
Sebastian was now laser focused on his new goal – they weren't leaving this room until Kurt came again, even harder, this time screaming Sebastian's name. But he knew that if he suddenly acted all sweet and tender it would immediately set off alarm bells for Kurt. The guy wasn't stupid. No, the best strategy would be to keep the hostile energy flowing between them while simultaneously throwing all his considerable skills into bringing Kurt the most intense physical pleasure imaginable. He would drag the McKinley boy inch by reluctant inch, kicking and screaming, to ecstasy.
"Sit down," Sebastian commanded. When Kurt sat on the edge of the bed, to his surprise Sebastian knelt before him. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of Kurt's hips but not touching him, pinning Kurt not with his body but with his intense stare, like a butterfly on a board. "You came to me, remember?" he said darkly. "You came to me because your pathetic little Bland wasn't getting the job done." He leaned in and Kurt flinched back involuntarily. But instead of doing something rough, Sebastian traced a finger lightly along Kurt's cheekbone and over his lips. Sebastian's whole will was now bent on seducing the countertenor, for real this time, and his green eyes smoldered with want. "I've indulged you too much. We did things your way but now it's my turn and you'll do what I say." He began to kiss along Kurt's jaw. "I believe rimming was next on the menu," the taller boy murmured as he trailed damp open mouthed kisses down Kurt's chest. "Beg me." He laved Kurt's nipple with kitten licks. "Beg me nicely." He gave the nipple a teasing bite, causing Kurt to gasp. Ha! No one's ever done that to you before, have they?
Now Kurt's natural stubbornness reasserted itself. No ultimatums, even ultimatums couched in a soft caress, would ever make him back down. "We had a deal," he insisted, trying not to squirm as Sebastian's ministrations sent shock waves down his torso straight to his groin. "And begging was not part of it. As far as I'm concerned nothing's changed. Get over yourself."
Sebastian had to smirk at that. Kurt really was kind of perfect when he was being a high-riding bitch. But he would not be deterred.
"The rimming is your dark fantasy, isn't it?" he whispered into Kurt's ear. "The forbidden fruit? You've never told anyone." He gave the earlobe a quick tug with his teeth and then sat back on his heels and began caressing Kurt's thighs. "I want to rim you, Kurt, I really do. Just say pretty please."
As a matter of fact, Sebastian had only ever rimmed another guy once before and from his perspective it was kind of boring. He was fundamentally a selfish lover. Bringing his partners pleasure had always been an irrelevant byproduct of fulfilling his own needs. But now he found the prospect quite intriguing. Just how close, he wondered, could he bring Kurt to the brink that way if he really tried? What cries and curses could he wring from the boy's lips? Sebastian felt his own cock begin to stir in anticipation.
The room was so hot, Sebastian's tongue was so wet, his voice so alluring. But Kurt knew the other boy was toying with him and that grounded him. "So now you actually want to hear my 'girly squeak'? You sure it won't kill your boner for life?" he asked tartly.
For a brief instant Sebastian considered apologizing for the dig about Kurt's voice. It was the strategic thing to do since that was obviously a sensitive subject for the countertenor. Secretly, Sebastian was kind of getting into Kurt's voice – at least the demanding tone he used during sex. But Sebastian never apologized. It meant admitting weakness, putting yourself at a disadvantage against the other person. He decided to sidestep the issue. "You owe me after the stunt you just pulled."
Kurt gestured to the messy side of the bed. "Looks to me like you got off just fine. If anything, you owe me. You've had two orgasms so far and I've only had one – if we're keeping score."
They were at another impasse. Christ! Sebastian swore to himself. He'd never had to work so hard at sex. He'd never really had to work at sex at all. Guys just always dropped to their knees and open their mouths for him practically before he even asked. It was infuriating … but also kind of exhilarating, trying to stay one step ahead of his rival. But on this Sebastian would not budge. He was done compromising. He flipped open the lube and made a show of spreading some on his index and middle finger, making sure Kurt tracked every movement with his eyes.
"Come on, Kurt," he said in his most seductive voice. "One little pretty please is not too much to ask. I'll make it so worth your while." He dipped his hands between the other boy's legs and lightly rubbed his hole with slick fingers. Kurt shuddered. Sebastian smirked again. "See? And that's just my finger."
Kurt bit his lip with the effort of refusing Sebastian's demand. God, he wanted this so much! He could never ask this of Blaine – it was so … dirty. Just like Sebastian said, the forbidden fruit. Maybe if he got into position without saying a word Sebastian would just follow along? He began to turn over to get on hands and knees like he'd seen in the porn video but Sebastian stopped him.
"Nu-uh, not this time," he said firmly. "On your back, babe. You're gonna look at me while we do this." Sebastian propped the pillows up and gently pushed Kurt to lean back. He guided him to grasp behind his thighs and pull his legs up.
Kurt felt so exposed and vulnerable in this position, butthole hanging out there for all the world to see. He thought it was the opposite of sexy and his dick fully agreed, resting listless on his stomach. He fully expected Sebastian to start mocking him again, telling him he looked like a gay pretzel or something.
Sebastian had to acknowledge Kurt did indeed look very uncomfortable all crunched up like that, eyeing him anxiously. The last and only time Sebastian had done this before, the other guy presented on his hands and knees, a much easier position for both partners. But it was hard to feel guilty. Kurt brought this on himself by bringing Blaine into the equation and ruining the mood with all those fucking sincere endearments.
Regardless of how awkward Kurt felt, Sebastian was tingling with anticipation. Let the revenge commence! He dipped down and gave Kurt's anus an experimental lick. The flesh was soft already moist from the lube he'd applied. The lube tasted kind of sweet. Hmm, not so bad. He swiped his tongue over the area again, harder this time. He felt Kurt's thighs quiver.
"Come on, Kurt, one little please. You can do it." He gave the hole a few more licks and then sucked hard on the inside of Kurt's thigh.
"Ah," Kurt gasped. He still felt awkward but he was starting to love what Sebastian was doing to him. It felt so intense, so naughty. "Fuck you," he gasped out with great effort.
"We'll get to that, don't worry. But you have to say the magic word," Sebastian murmured. He surveyed his handiwork, well satisfied with the hickey mark he'd just left on Kurt's thigh. Good luck explaining that to Blaine, princess. He gave one more slow, strong swipe of his tongue over Kurt's pucker, chasing the last lingering sweetness of the lube. He smirked when he saw Kurt's flaccid cock twitch.
Kurt was torn. Begging went against everything he stood for, everything he tried so hard to be. But God, he wanted this! Maybe there was another way. Sebastian seemed to respond to commands. "More, give me more!" Kurt said, throwing as much dominance as he could into his tone.
That voice went straight to Sebastian's dick. He could feel the beginnings of a boner forming. But he was a man on a mission. "You know what I want," he said, swirling the tip of his finger around Kurt's ring.
For Kurt now that he'd felt Sebastian's tongue down there, the finger just wasn't enough, it was a pale shadow of the other, more intense sensation. He was desperate to have more. "Fine, you bastard, please," he bit out, putting as much venom as he could into the word.
Sebastian smiled widely in triumph. "Good boy," he purred. He immediately dove in, licking hard and long around the tender flesh, bending all his skill to the task and stopping periodically to check on the progress of Kurt's budding hard-on.
Kurt was panting and moaning softly, almost against his will. It was music to Sebastian's ears. And his cock. Sebastian tongued Kurt's hole for a long time, determined to drive Kurt to the edge. Then the Warbler decided to add a little spice. Pausing briefly to lube his finger, he pressed it against Kurt's anus, simultaneously sucking gently on his balls, eliciting a glorious "Oooh" from the boy. Still sucking and licking Kurt's balls, Sebastian began gently to prep him.
Kurt didn't even realize that's what Sebastian was doing. All he knew was that his whole body was tensing and tingling, anchored and floating. Time became meaningless. No world existed outside this room, beyond this bed. Eventually he became aware that he was now rock hard. Without thinking, he let go of one leg and began to stroke himself. This gave Sebastian an even better angle for his penetration. The Warbler added a second finger and pressed in further, searching for the magic spot.
Even though the channel was opening, for some reason, he couldn't find it. Kurt began to buck slightly onto his fingers but Sebastian could tell he hadn't hit the countertenor's prostate. It must be the angle, he told himself, frowning inwardly. He tried not to be disappointed but for a man who prided himself on his sexual prowess it was a bit of a blow. Well, he'd just have to make sure to hit Kurt's prostate when they fucked. No way was Kurt leaving this room without the full Sebastian Smythe experience. At least Kurt didn't seem to notice anything was lacking. The McKinley boy was still making delicious noises and tugging on his prick. Sebastian thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Putting frustration at his own shortcomings aside, Sebastian decided Kurt was ready. He withdrew his fingers, pulling a disappointed whimper from Kurt's lips.
"Oh God, please don't stop!" Kurt gasped, remembering too late that just 10 minutes before he'd fought tooth and nail to deny Sebastian the satisfaction of hearing him say please.
Moving up Kurt's body, Sebastian gave a smug, toothy grin. "Well, well. Look who's changed his tune. Not to worry, precious. The fun's not over yet."
Kurt hated how self-satisfied Sebastian looked and the oily tone with which he said 'precious'. Embarrassed by the begging and determined to reassert control, Kurt grabbed Sebastian by the biceps and flipped them so Kurt was on top. He could feel Sebastian's cock standing at attention against his butt. Kurt swiveled his hips, causing a little friction.
"You ready for the ride of your life, Smythe?" he asked maliciously.
Sebastian bit his lip so the words would not escape, but as he drank in the sight of Kurt's pale smooth torso and wicked expression the thought echoed loud in his head. You're magnificent!