Chapter 15. A Failure to Communicate

In many ways, Sebastian was much more at sea right now than Kurt. He had absolutely no frame of reference for post-coital intimacy. His usual pattern once he got off was just to say with his trademark smirk, "Thanks for the memories, babe" and walk away. If he ever succeeded in sleeping with Blaine, that's undoubtedly exactly what he intended to do. But right now such a show of callousness would ruin Sebastian's master plan to become frienemies with and ultimately break Kurt's heart. Besides, he'd just had the best orgasm of his entire life. No reason they couldn't keep this little arrangement going if today was a promise of things to cum. He glanced sideways at Kurt, who, he noticed, had gone preternaturally still.

Sebastian knew he should do something. Once again, he decided to fall back on rom-com tropes. He shifted onto his side and tried to slip his arm under Kurt's neck, thinking to spoon the brunette. To Sebastian's amazement, Kurt appeared horrified and shoved him away. "What are you doing?"

"Um, trying to hug you?" Sebastian shot back, confused.

Kurt secretly wanted Sebastian to hold him close and whisper sweet words of comfort. He wanted that so very much. He'd just lost his virginity and the knowledge left him feeling raw and naked and vulnerable. He wanted desperately to hold on to the illusion that his nemesis cared for him just a little bit longer, to be cuddled and cherished the way such a moment deserved. But sadly, that was an indulgence Kurt just couldn't allow. Physically cheating on Blaine had been bad enough, a necessary evil, but emotional cheating was a line he couldn't let himself cross. As Shakespeare said, that way lies madness. Sebastian was just a walking, talking sex manual. He had to be.

Kurt sat up. "That won't be necessary," he said primly. "I think our tutoring session is done, isn't it?"

Sebastian frowned inwardly. Wasn't Kurt supposed to be all into romance? Undeterred, he flashed his best seductive smile. "Well, the sex is done, but this is what's called the refractory period." He leaned over and dropped light kisses on Kurt's shoulder. "Let me help you enjoy it," he murmured against Kurt's alabaster skin. "Consider it extra credit."

Kurt shivered involuntarily at the touch of Sebastian's warm lips. It's just an act, he's just playing with you, Kurt scolded himself. "I think my grade is high enough," he said defiantly, but his voice was high and strained.

He pushed himself to his feet, but Sebastian grabbed his arm. He gave Kurt a look of startling sincerity and said softly, "Hey, come back to bed."

Kurt felt his heart rate speed up and knew he had to get out of this room before he did something very, very stupid. He shook free of Sebastian's loose grip and began to dress, praying the other boy would silently do the same.

Sebastian couldn't believe this was the same boy who had submitted so beautifully to him just moments before. Like flipping off a switch, Kurt had gone from lava hot to the Mount Everest of ice bitches in seconds. Why did he have to be so goddamn infuriating? Sebastian was usually the one fending off post-coital cuddles, usually from clingy, needly little Dalton boys. Now here he was actually willing, even wanting, to give it a try, but Miss Priss was suddenly acting all aloof. Like Sebastian wasn't worth his time. He felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest.

Well, fuck it! If you're not winning, you're losing, and Sebastian Smythe refused to lose.

He decided to revert to cruelty. He was the undisputed master of cruelty. "That's right, princess," he sneered, deliberately using that belittling term. "Best cover up that prepubescent body before the glare of your skin blinds me for life," He swung his long legs off the other side of the bed, rose, and used the sheets to wipe Kurt's cum off his stomach. "I can't believe Blaine gets it up for your hot and cold bullshit." He turned his back to Kurt and started to dress. "Oh," he threw over his shoulder, "and speaking of Bland, good luck explaining all those hickeys, bitch, particularly that one on your thigh."

Kurt took note of the "princess" and "bitch." A far cry from "sexy," "handsome," and "gorgeous." Sebastian sounded so bitter. Could he possibly be feeling hurt? Kurt tried to dismiss that thought. This was Sebastian, king of the 20-minute relationship. Just more mind games and manipulation, Kurt decided and bristled at the thought. He wants you to feel bad. He's always done everything in his power to make you feel lower than dirt beneath his shoes. But Kurt couldn't help feeling just a little bit like an asshole.

He stubbornly ignored that feeling. "I don't see why you're getting so mad. We both got what we wanted here."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," Sebastian muttered darkly, putting on his shoes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sebastian strode quickly to Kurt's side of the room, grabbed his face and pulled him close. Sebastian's green eyes flashed lightning. Fuck the plan. He would break Kurt's heart right here, right now, shatter it into little pieces that no amount of glue could ever fix.

"Run back to your clueless hobbit," he hissed. "But just know no man's ever going to touch you the way I touched you today, no man's ever going to bring you to the heights I did. I'll always be your first, Kurt, and I'll always be your best, and there's not a fucking thing you can do to change that." Sebastian claimed his lips with a bruising, scorching kiss. Then he was gone, slamming the door behind him.

Kurt's legs buckled and he sank to his knees in that dingy motel room. Somehow he managed not to cry.