Stressing over finals - and everything else that the end of the school year heralds - Sebastian goes out trolling dark corners for a little "companionship".

A/N: Written for lilinas's Bitchmas prompt "exhange". (Yes, I'm still writing these in May. xD I had a whole bunch of these guys half-written and never completed them, so here they are. Also remember that comments equal love, or, at least, a slap on the ass. So give many. I am a masochist xD)

"Hey, honey. You lookin' for a good time?"

Sebastian would groan at the cliché nature of that particular pick-up line if the man leaning in through his window weren't so damn stunning.

"Maybe," he says, trying to act as suave as an eighteen-year-old can in the face of the sexiest prostitute he's ever laid eyes on. "Why don't you get in and find out?"

"I don't know." The man stalls, chewing his lip. "I mean, I am digging the car …"

"You like the Porsche?"

"I like the Porsche," he says with a coy chuckle. "But I still need to see something that'll convince me you're not an ax murder. I am meeting you in the parking lot behind an abandoned Burger King."

"What about ..." Sebastian reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wad of cash bound together by a silver clip "… five large?"

The man's eyes pop open. "That's a good start." He swipes the bills from Sebastian's hand, clip and all, and shoves them in his pocket. "Let me in, honey."

Sebastian unlocks the door and the man gets inside. He slides into the passenger side and immediately reclines the seat.

"Mmm." He settles in to the leather with a shimmy of his ass. His eyelids flutter closed and he sighs. "I really like your car"

Sebastian watches him make himself at home, stumped as to what he's supposed to do now. He just paid $500 for this man's time, which presumably comes with access to his body. Does he just jump the guy, or …?

"Did you have an idea what you wanted to do, honey?"

Sebastian raises a brow. Sexy and psychic. "Yes. A few things, actually."

"Did you want to get started? Or would you rather watch?" The man doesn't open his eyes, but runs a hand down his body, starting at his neck, traveling to his pants, heading for the button to his fly.

"Well, for $500 I had hoped to participate."

The man opens an eyelid, peeking at Sebastian with one startlingly blue eye as he pulls down the zip to his jeans. "Then participate."

"Okay …" Sebastian says, eyes glued to the hand fiddling with the zip, dragging it open tooth by tooth. "Do you follow the Pretty Woman school of sex work, or do you kiss your customers?"

"Do you like kissing?" The zip reaches a definite end, and the man slips his hand inside his jeans.

"Depends on who I'm kissing." Sebastian tries to remain cool, confident, but with the man's hand moving steadily, palming where Sebastian can't see, causing him to roll his head and moan, he's not really succeeding.

This is becoming a trend for Sebastian – floundering in the face of a sexy older man.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" the man asks in a sultry whisper.

"Very much."

The man stops palming. He looks Sebastian full in the face and grins. "Well, then. It looks like today might be your lucky day."

He grabs the front of Sebastian's t-shirt with his free hand and pulls him over the center console, raising his head to meet Sebastian's mouth halfway as if he can hardly wait to kiss him. Sebastian expects the man to taste bitter, like cigarettes and alcohol. He is selling his body in a parking lot. But his mouth tastes cool and sweet, like peppermint, with only the slightest tang from what could be a clove cigarette. His lips feel soft against Sebastian's, smooth from vanilla-flavored lip balm, and he smells like jasmine.

It's a combination that makes Sebastian hungry in more ways than one.

"Can I touch you?" Sebastian asks the second the man breaks their kiss.

"If you want," he replies, not letting Sebastian get too far away just yet, chasing another kiss. "But just so you know - you break it, you buy it."

"Fair enough."

Sebastian is itching to shove his hand down the man's pants, pick up where he left off, but he also doesn't want to end things too quickly. That would be a pretty anticlimactic way to flush $500 down the drain. Though maybe Sebastian could convince him to go to a hotel with him. He could give him another $500 to make things last longer.

While Sebastian thinks up a way to broach the subject, he puts a hand to the man's cheek. He looks in his eyes for a moment, seeing a gentle teasing that seems very familiar, then he kisses him. His hand slides down to his chest, a thumb brushing a nipple through his thin shirt as it makes its way further down to his abs. It's the man who takes Sebastian's hand by the wrist and leads it to his open fly, quietly asking him to do what Sebastian had just imagined.

Sebastian slips his hand inside. He was all for just stroking him while he kissed him, tormenting him with tender touches and alternating speeds, until he realizes – he's not wearing any underwear. That changes the game completely because now Sebastian needs to see him, see what's hiding beneath that skin-tight denim.

"Get on up, babe," Sebastian commands. "I need to get at you."

"Alright, bossy." The man giggles, switching to his knees, his hands bracing against the headrest. Sebastian grabs the waistband of his jeans and pulls them down over his ass and his muscular thighs. Sebastian rolls to his hip, his leg cramping, torqued the way it is in the snug space of his car seat, but he needs to see more, needs to see everything. The man's skin glows in the blue light from outside, emphasizing every cut of muscle, every hair on his legs, every knob in his spine. Beneath that light, this man becomes abstract art, encompassing both the defined elegance of a Michelangelo statue, and the implied loneliness of an Edward Hopper painting.

Sebastian muses over that description of this man and sighs. Fuck AP Art History! He needs to simonize his head and get his finals off the brain so he can blow off some frickin' steam!

Sebastian parts the man's cheeks to examine his entrance, eager to lick and suck and hear him moan, but it's not his puckered hole that greets him.

"What do you have this in for?" Sebastian asks, flicking the end of a rather larger, silver plug.

"Let's just say it aids the process. It's not like you're the only man I'll be seeing tonight."

"We'll see about that," Sebastian mutters.

"What's that, honey?"

"I said, what do I get to do to you?"

The man grins. "Whatever you want."

"Really?"

"A-ha."

"So, let's say, I wanted to do this …" Sebastian grabs the base of the plug and pulls. He twists, then pushes in. The man straddling his seat arches his back.

"Y-yes," he moans. "That would be acceptable."

"And what about this?" Sebastian leans over and licks his balls.

"God!" the man gasps. "Y-yes. That's fine."

"And what if I did …?" Sebastian loses the last word when he sucks one of the man's testicles into his mouth, reaching around him to grab hold of his cock and lightly stroke.

"God," the man groans. "Yes. Yes, you can do tha-holy shit! Fuck!" He shudders as Sebastian pulls the plug back, then slips it forward, fucking him with it. "Yes," he whimpers, gripping onto the car seat, making it shake. "Yes, yes, God, yes!"

"You like that?" Sebastian whispers behind the juncture of his thigh.

"Yes," he whines. "Yes, God …"

"You know, God isn't here right now," Sebastian says, appropriating a remark once made by a lover that he enjoyed so much, "but I am. So why don't you use my name instead?"

"And what name would that be?" the man asks, crouching lower, trying to find Sebastian's mouth again.

"Sebastian."

"Sebastian," the man whispers as Sebastian's tongue circles his perineum. "Sebastian … oh, Sebastian … mmm …"

"That's it, baby," Sebastian mumbles against the tender skin of his undercarriage – his sack, the base of his cock, and occasionally his gaping hole. He pulls the plug out completely and gives his rim a lick, ghosting the skin with the barest tip of his tongue. "Just keep saying it, and I'll give you anything you want."

"Fist me, Sebastian?" The man fumbles in his pocket for a bottle of lube and what looks like a latex glove before Sebastian even says yes. But, what? Was he really going to say no?

"Yes," Sebastian says, catching the glove and the lube as it flies in his direction. "Of course." He snaps the glove on his left hand, covers it in lube, then slowly enters the man's incredible ass one digit at a time. He's not able to lick him while doing this – he'd need a snake neck to accomplish it - so he relies on his right hand to stroke, timing the movements of his two hands so that his right hand reaches the head of the man's cock just as Sebastian pulls his fist out of his ass, and then synchronizes them in reverse.

"God … Jesus … Christ!" the man moans, biting into his knuckle. "Maybe I should be paying you for this!"

"You could always make it up to me," Sebastian says. "Come back to my place. Tie me up and spank me."

"Mmm, that sounds right up my alley." The man bucks back on Sebastian's hand and fucks his fist, taking over when Sebastian becomes slower, weaker, his arms locking up in the position they're in. But the man doesn't seem to mind. It actually seems to turn him on, being in control. "Yes," he whimpers. "Yes, yes, yes …" Sebastian chuckles at the man's chanting, glossy-eyed as he stares out the rear windshield. The man's asshole around Sebastian's hand feels just as erotic as if he were fucking Sebastian's dick.

He will be later, Sebastian reminds himself. Once Sebastian gets him out of this parking lot and into an actual bedroom.

Sebastian pushes through discomfort to pick up his pace, and the man quivers, which surprises Sebastian because they haven't been going at it that long. He must have been primed and ready before Sebastian even got there. What was he doing? Did he have another client? Sebastian doesn't think so. He looks and smells too clean. Was he playing with himself, alone in the dark, getting ready for whoever might roll up?

Or the impossible, the true fantasy – Sebastian turns this man on so damn much that he wasn't going to last from the second he got in the car.

His car! The man said he likes Sebastian's car. With heart punching disappointment, Sebastian realizes his car might be the real reason this man is fucking his fist and his hand so hardcore. But then he moans Sebastian's name, over and over, shamelessly like he means it. It doesn't take the sting completely away, but it rebuilds his confidence, and he thinks, 'Well, if the car's not the reason, it probably doesn't hurt.'

The man starts moaning Sebastian's name so loudly, Sebastian becomes afraid the police will notice and stop to see what's wrong. Sebastian considers shushing him (which seems extremely rude) after a pair of headlights sweeps their way, but then the man whimpers, "I'm cumming … I'm cumming … I'm …" and Sebastian can't care less who finds them. Let the cops come over. Sebastian's going to finish this man off first, then worry about the consequences afterwards.

The man goes quiet, body rigid, thighs trembling as Sebastian fists him through his orgasm. It's the most amazing spectacle of sexual abandon Sebastian has seen in a long time; this gorgeous man impaled on his fist, captured in his hand, surrendering in the passenger seat of his car. It brings back memories of all the other times he's done something similar in his car, but with only one man – a man who would never have surrendered so easily.

The man drops his head as he continues to shake, muttering Sebastian's name while Sebastian holds his cock, throbbing, milking itself dry in his hand. Aftershocks hit in the form of small tremors, but after they pass, the man opens his eyes and stares at the mess he's made with a look of supreme satisfaction on his face.

"I think I may have doused your seat there." He runs a finger through the streak of white, then licks it off his finger.

"That's alright." Sebastian licks his lips, wishing he could help. He's about to reach out and take a taste – it is his car that's been defiled, after all – when the man grabs a spare white t-shirt Sebastian keeps in the back and wipes the seat clean.

"So" – the man locks eyes with Sebastian, panting in the heat of the car – "what did you think of that, honey?"

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. The man nods.

"Scene over, preppy."

"The position was a little awkward, Master, but I have to say, I quite enjoyed it." Sebastian liked having Kurt at his mercy. Even though Kurt still had the power – he'd set the scene, decided on the parameters, chosen the spot - Sebastian enjoyed the illusion of control he had over Kurt, the power to play with him.

"Good," Kurt says, smug smile glowing on his face, "because I want us to do that again … a lot. Except maybe next time I get to drive the fancy car and you get to be the whore."

"So, roleplaying, huh?" Sebastian asks, watching a sated Kurt zip up his jeans and flop back in his seat.

"Yup. It's a good way to clear your head. Being someone else, someone who's 180 degrees not you, can really take you away from your issues. Way more than green bud, and I don't touch the harder shit." Kurt watches Sebastian's eyes cloud with concern, and rolls his eyes with a frustrated huff. He grabs his sub's face and pinches his cheeks. "Or just have some fun. Didn't you have fun there, preppy?"

"Yes, Master. I did." Sebastian doesn't entirely buy that what they did was just for fun, but there are things that, when Kurt wants them, Sebastian gives without question as long as he's green.

And this time around, he was definitely green.

"So" – Kurt curls into Sebastian's side, rubbing his cheek against his sub's shoulder like a horny cat – "didn't you say something about going back to my place so we can fuck?"

"I'm not sure I put it exactly that way, Master." Sebastian snags the opportunity to kiss the top of his Dom's head while he has it. These moments, when Kurt is sitting lower than Sebastian and Sebastian can kiss him atop the head, are rare. It may not seem like a big thing to the outside observer, but to Sebastian, it means a great deal.

It almost feels like Sebastian is taking care of his Dom.

"Meh. I'm paraphrasing. Here" - Kurt digs the wad of cash out of his pocket and passes it back to him - "put these bad boys back with their friends." He blows out a breath through pursed lips. "I still can't believe a boy your age is packin' hundreds the way you do. Have you ever heard of armed robbery?"

Sebastian reaches for his wallet, but then he stops, considering the cash pinched between Kurt's fingers.

"Why don't you keep it, Master?" he says experimentally. "Like you said, I've got more than enough."

Kurt looks at Sebastian, face blank with disbelief, and Sebastian holds his breath, ready to be punished for his mistake. He hopes it's not too drastic. They fucked before they came here. He really wants the chance to fuck again when they get back to Kurt's club, in whatever form that comes. From the look on Kurt's face, Sebastian might find himself suspended from the ceiling with something electric up his ass and a seed pod clamped around his erection. But suddenly, Kurt laughs so hard he snorts, slapping his thigh and shaking his head as if Sebastian just told him the most hysterical joke in the universe, and Sebastian relaxes. Luckily for him, Kurt looks more amused than offended. He probably thinks Sebastian is pulling his leg.

Even though Sebastian is very much not kidding. He'd give his Master anything, anything he asked for.

Anything.

"I don't need your money, preppy. And even if I did, it wouldn't be right taking it from you." Kurt leans over Sebastian's body and slips the cash in his pants pocket while pressing a light kiss and a smile to the corner of his mouth.

Sebastian returns the kiss, deepens it. He can't help it. He loves kissing Kurt. In this world he's found himself entrenched in of societal taboos, kissing like this, vanilla kissing, is the most exotic thing of all.

Kurt lets Sebastian kiss him, but not for too long. Because if he lets Sebastian keep kissing him, they'll never leave, and whether Kurt likes it or not, they can't spend all night in Sebastian's Porsche. He backs away, licking Sebastian off his lips with a devious, twitchy grin on his face. He turns the key in the ignition, eager to get back to his club.

To get back to playing with his sub.

"But if it's burning holes so badly in there, why don't you use it to get me something nice? Something expensive, hmm?"

"Absolutely, Master." Sebastian puts his car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot, thinking - How about another club?