A/N: Okay, we're backtracking a little bit, and I'm sorry, but there's parts in the middle I didn't post, so here they are. 3
Sebastian's reward for a passable fuck turns out to be a shower with his Dom. Actually, as far as Sebastian is concerned, it's the perfect reward. Sebastian didn't even realize that he craved this intimacy, and showering with another person always seemed like the personification of intimate to him. Not that he had ever had the opportunity to shower with someone else, not unless you count the gym locker room showers at Dalton, or the pool locker room showers at the country club his parents dragged him to – which Sebastian didn't.
This perception of intimacy came from watching an awful porno with his friends once when he was thirteen. It was guy on girl, and pretty raunchy, but there was this one shower scene in particular that made him hot. Not because it was sexy. Even horny, pre-teen Sebastian could tell it was totally staged. These were actors, banging to earn a buck. They weren't in love. He wasn't even sure they liked each other, with the way the actor sort of rolled his eyes when the actress told him to eat her out, and the way the actress sneered at the man's penis when he pulled it out of his pants, then had to pretend to be over the moon about putting it in her mouth.
But the atmosphere, the setup: the guy undressed the girl (she was dressed in a cheerleader's uniform – the height of classy), pulling her skirt down her legs and lifting her top off over her head, all the while kissing her shoulders, her neck, and touching her – her stomach, her arms, her breasts. Then she undressed him, a lot the same way – pants and shirt, followed by kisses and touches that looked sensual to someone with no sexual experience. When they got into the shower with the steam surrounding them, they bathed each other, kissing and touching under the spray. She went down on him for a bit. He turned her around and took her from behind. And that was it for Sebastian. He knew that someday, if he could ever find a willing partner, he would have to try showering with them.
Kurt and Sebastian are already naked, so the undressing step gets left out, but considering everything they've done that morning, Sebastian doesn't mind shelving that for the time being. They use the shower in Kurt's master bathroom, right off his bedroom - a much different, much larger room than the bathroom down the hall. This bathroom is painted the same gold shade as the first bathroom, and has candles all around, but that's where the similarities end. This bathroom has an enormous shower/tub. It's so large, it's the focal point of the whole room. It must have been specially made because Sebastian has never seen a shower that big – not even in his father's house. Instead of a shower curtain, it has a door, and through the frosted glass, Sebastian sees the blurry silhouettes of various implements – chains, hooks, rings, and cuffs – installed into the walls.
Kurt steps into the shower first and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it's just the way he wants it. Then he beckons his sub.
"Spread eagle, preppy," Kurt commands, pushing Sebastian toward the wall. "Fingertips on the tile."
Sebastian puts his hands on the shower wall, his body half-in/half-out of the fall of water, and spreads his legs shoulder width apart. Kurt taps on the insides of Sebastian's wrists, signaling him to spread his arms wider, and then kicks gently at his ankles to make him move them further apart.
"There," Kurt says. "Now, you're gonna balance on your fingertips." He pushes down on the back of Sebastian's head. "Keep your head bowed, keep your eyes on the floor."
This modified push up position Kurt has put Sebastian in is oddly effective. With his weight pressing against his fingertips, Sebastian's arms, back, and legs tense, and his hands are already getting sore. He can't move quickly if he wants to, and it spreads his body out, puts it on display. Sebastian feels the flow of water on his shoulder disrupted for a second, then a touch to his skin. It's silky, soapy, and moves in circles, pressing firmly on his muscles. A river of suds slides down his back and between his crack, continuing on down the inside of each leg. Kurt washes Sebastian in silence, though the sound of Kurt thinking fills the space, forming tension – not uncomfortable, just there, like a wedge between them. A proverbial multi-colored elephant in the room.
Kurt reaches Sebastian's ass, and Sebastian's muscles twitch.
"You still need to get used to me touching you," Kurt says, sliding a bare hand between his cheeks, "especially like this." Kurt's soapy finger finds Sebastian's entrance and circles, expecting resistance, but instead, Sebastian becomes hard. He locks his knees, fighting the urge to buck back.
"And you need to learn to control this," Kurt chuckles, hanging the washcloth off Sebastian's hard cock.
"How…how do I do that…Master?" Sebastian mutters, biting back moans as Kurt's circling finger starts teasing its way inside.
"By relaxing your body." Kurt answers in soft tones, layering kisses on Sebastian's shoulder. "Trust me. Give yourself to me," he whispers, dipping his finger inside to his first knuckle and back out again, delighting in the strain on Sebastian's face, his young sub trying so hard to keep still and quiet. "Give me control of your reactions, and let your mind drift away. Let it take away your worries and your fears. Find a place where you have complete calm, total submission. It's like meditation. Disconnect, and trust in discipline to take over."
"That sounds…confusing, Master," Sebastian admits, trying to detach like Kurt says while his Dom's tongue distracts him, flickering along his spine.
"Hmm, it's a difficult thing to put into words," Kurt says, steadily moving down, down, until he's lapping at the base of Sebastian's spine, above his hips, Kurt's wet hair brushing against his ass. "It's something you have to experience. You have to find that place, and then remember how you got there."
"And…h-how...do I…find it…Master?" Sebastian's nails dig in to the tile as Kurt's finger moves faster in and out, in and out, then disappears, giving Sebastian a moment to breathe.
"Practice," Kurt says. "Lots and lots of practice." His tongue replaces his finger in Sebastian's ass, and Sebastian's jaw clamps tight, his back arches, his eyes squeeze shut. He feels Kurt tug the washcloth off his cock, and then a sharp, wet slap on his shaft.
"Practice, preppy," Kurt scolds, the words ghosting over his puckered hole. "Clear your mind, let your muscles unwind, and control this." Another slap, followed by a lick. "Your body's mine, preppy." He licks again. "Give me control."
Sebastian nods even though he knows Kurt probably can't see, but not a single word has any hope of leaving his mouth, not when he's powering against need. He tries to give in, but there's just some things his body isn't willing to do. He blows out a deep breath and focuses on something else – Calculus, the Periodic Table, his lacrosse stats from the last year. But lacrosse turns out to be a mistake, because he thinks of running, sweating, straining, pushing himself to his limits. He thinks of gripping his lacrosse stick in his hands, squeezing the shaft and twisting, just as Kurt takes his cock in his fist.
Sebastian never realized how fucking sexual lacrosse could be. How did he miss that?
He has practice coming up in a few days. He knows right now that his headspace is going to be totally fucked after this.
A single stroke from Kurt, and Sebastian's knees go weak.
"Hold on, preppy," Kurt says, nudging Sebastian back up. "I'm not done here."
"M-master," Sebastian pleads. "Master, please…oh, God..."
"Shhh," Kurt says, stroking faster, "remember to focus. Concentrate. Let your mind drift. Let it go."
Sebastian rolls his eyes. Easier said than done. Plus, he didn't need the Disney reference. He wants to cum so badly, and everything not related to his balls or his dick hurts like a motherfucker as he fights to stay standing and stop shaking.
Kurt speeds up…then slows down…speeds up…then slows down, sucking Sebastian's balls into his mouth one at a time. Tremors rack Sebastian's muscles, cramps threaten his legs and arms already stretched to the brink.
"Master…" Sebastian mewls.
"Don't cum," Kurt sings.
"But I…but I can't…"
"Just relax…"
Fuck relax! Sebastian thinks when an image of him pinning Kurt beneath his body and fucking his mouth pops into his brain, and he knows he's on the verge of exploding. Kurt's somehow crawled in front of him and starts sucking him off, mouth on his cock and his slicked finger back in his ass, pushing and pulling, milking him relentlessly. If there is some warm, drifty, happy place waiting for Sebastian to get to it, he's going to overshoot it by a mile when he blows his load in his Dom's face, and after that, Sebastian's sure he won't be allowed to cum for the remainder of the weekend.
"M-master…" Sebastian mumbles, a plea and a warning.
Kurt seems to listen. He pulls away.
"Relax, preppy…" Kurt murmurs the words over Sebastian's shaft then sucks hard again.
"I…I can't relax," Sebastian whines.
"Breathe."
"I…" Realizing it's a command and not a suggestion, Sebastian pulls steamy air into his lungs. The deep breath calms his orgasm down but Kurt's mouth and his fingers, two inside him now, speed it up again. "I…God damn! I…I…fuck!"
In a second, Kurt's gone, Sebastian's body throbbing around nothing – his cock pulsing with no mouth around it, his ass clenching with nothing inside, and then a blast of cold water, accompanied by Kurt's hand clamping hard on his balls stops everything.
"Fuck!" Sebastian barks. "Fuck, fuck, fu-"
A sharp slap to his balls takes his breath completely away. He bends over, gasping in the cold, mouth gaping around a scream that's never going to come, stuck inside his throat, curled inside his stomach, knotted with pain.
"Control," Kurt says, voice firm but sultry. "Control your outbursts, control your body, control your language. Do you understand, preppy?"
Sebastian still can't speak, so he nods.
"Good," Kurt says, patting Sebastian on the shoulder. "We'll practice that more later." Kurt turns away from his suffering sub and reaches for the faucet to turn the water off. He stands with his hand on the knob, but then twists it in the opposite direction, making the water warmer.
"Why don't you bathe me," Kurt half asks, half commands, handing the wash cloth back to Sebastian with all the confidence in the world that his sub is going to take it.
And even though he's battling epic issues with his balls retreating straight up into his stomach and his cock withering into invisibility, Sebastian does.
Because this seems like an opportunity that may not come around often, and he wants to jump at it.
He starts at Kurt's shoulders, and with his first touch, Kurt leans back into it, head tilted back, eyes drifting shut, giving himself the opportunity to enjoy Sebastian's attention. Sebastian has never bathed anyone but himself before, but he tries to make it good for his Dom – massages his back with the wash cloth instead of just wiping. Then, as an experiment, he trails a finger down the side of Kurt's cheek, to his jaw, and then his neck, to see what his Dom might say. Touching Kurt this way, it's all part of the fantasy, but not the fantasy in his mind.
The fantasy that is Kurt.
Kurt's head lolls further back until it hits Sebastian's shoulder. He hums under the pressure of Sebastian's hand on his back, and the other hand venturing down his chest, the backs of his fingers brushing over his nipple, then lingering there, circling over the hard nub, letting the soap slip down between them, adding an element of smooth to his touch.
Kurt's head sways back and forth on Sebastian's shoulder, stopping when his nose brushes Sebastian's jaw. Lazily, he opens his eyes.
"Kiss me, preppy," Kurt whispers, not waiting for his sub to meet his lips before he claims his. Sebastian feels Kurt's hand cover his, the hand without the wash cloth, the hand that's been exploring without permission, and drags it down his body, lower and lower, until Kurt settles it around his cock. He wraps Sebastian's fingers around it, then moves it at the wrist, stroking himself with his sub's hand. But after a few strokes, Kurt lets go. "Just like that," he moans into Sebastian's mouth, and returns for another kiss.
Back and forth they go between Kurt needing to kiss him, and needing to look into his eyes. Kurt's gaze flicks down to Sebastian's mouth, and Sebastian kisses him, pulling back when he feels his Dom back away. They communicate like this, without words. They don't need them. Not here. Not doing this.
For long stretches, Kurt just stares into Sebastian's face, looking up into his eyes while his sub strokes him, lips parting when his body shudders, caught in a mass of sensation between the hot water, the cold tile, and the slick of his sub's soapy hand.
"Oh…" Kurt whispers when the shudders come more quickly. "Yeah, that's…" Kurt licks his lips. "That's…uh…fuck, Sebastian…" Kurt's murmurs fade into the stream of water hitting the tile. Sebastian speeds his strokes, but Kurt puts a hand over his, slowing him back down. "Don't…" Kurt whispers, "just…stay like that…"
"Do you want me to kiss you, Master?" Sebastian whispers, bending forward, preparing to give his Dom a kiss.
"No," Kurt says, his voice quiet, disappearing. "No…just…Sebastian…Sebastian…God…"
Kurt's lips part and his body trembles, but other than that, Kurt gives Sebastian no sign that he's cumming. When he does, it's subtle, with a catch in Kurt's throat, a tightening in his abs, and the feeling of hot and wet spilling down Sebastian's leg. Sebastian suspects that this is what Kurt means when he talks about control. His body's relaxed, his eyes distant, and Sebastian wonders if his Dom even sees him standing in front of him in the shower.
"Master?" Sebastian whispers, kissing Kurt around the seam of his mouth, lightly, barely there. Kurt's eyes shift left and right, then back into Sebastian's. Kurt's sarcastic grin returns, but it doesn't look as easy as his other's. It's almost like it's there to cover something, hide something from Sebastian.
"Well, you get an A+ for that one," Kurt says. "Get a lot of practice jerking off, do ya?"
"Harsh, Master," Sebastian says, pulling his hand away. Kurt stops him, curling his fingers back over his softening cock.
"No, no, no," Kurt says, wrapping himself inside Sebastian's arms. "That hand stays there in case I need it again."
"But, weren't we going to…"
"In my house, I do what I want to do," Kurt says, pinching Sebastian's cheeks, "and you do what you're told." Kurt flicks his fingers off Sebastian's cheeks with a snap against his skin that stings.
"So, what is it you want to do, Master?" Sebastian asks, eyes darting down to look at Kurt's cock in his hand, gorgeous even in its flaccid state.
"We're going to stay in this shower, preppy," Kurt says, pushing Sebastian back against the tile, "and you're going to kiss me until the water gets cold."
"And then, Master?" Sebastian asks, his lips already on Kurt's.
"Then" – Kurt smiles – "you're going to kiss me some more."