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That Time Kurt and Sebastian Defiled Rachel's Bedroom

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Kurt is sitting on one of the couches in Rachel's basement, sipping his punch and observing the steadily growing mass of people filling the large room, when Sebastian enters. They look at each other and nod briefly in greeting before Sebastian is pulled away and into the group of Warblers that Rachel has so 'generously invited in order to settle our past disputes after New Directions' fair but unsurprising victory'.


In other words, it's a Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza 2.0 with the added factor of about 15 more teenage boys who at first seem to have some semblance of manners which will promptly disappear the moment they're confronted with alcohol, girls and the natural disaster that are the male performers of New Directions.


Needless to say, Kurt is not terribly excited to attend, but Rachel can be very persuasive when it comes to getting what she wants and he figures that him getting to reorganise her wardrobe in exchange for watching her hog the microphone for one night is not that bad of a deal.


She owns animal sweaters, for God's sake. It's practically Kurt's obligation to rid the world of those monstrosities. And it's not like this party can get any worse than the last one, what with Kurt's crush kissing the host right in front of Kurt's face.


"Hey, Kurt," a voice says somewhere to his left and moments later, the cushions dip lower, accomodating another body that flops down on them. Speak of the devil.


"Blaine," Kurt acknowledges with a small smile, turning to face the other boy fully and raising his cup in a mock-toast which Blaine answers in the like. "I hope you're prepared for the inevitable disaster that is about to occur within the next few hours?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes because Kurt Hummel might forgive, but he doesn't forget.


Blaine grins. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure of my sexuality this time around. Besides, with the rest of the Warblers around, I think I'd have to actually compete for one of the girls' attention."


"Not if Rachel decides to play spin-the-bottle again," Kurt says, raising his eyebrow, and gets a look of vague horror in return.


"Well, well, well. That sounds like an interesting story."


Kurt and Blaine both look up to see Sebastian smirking down at them, and really, Kurt isn't at all surprised about his presence. Sebastian seems to be attracted to gossip like a moth to the light, which truly doesn't help dissolve Kurt's conviction that Sebastian has the entire collection of Gossip Girl DVDs stashed somewhere in the dark depths of his very manly closet. Which Sebastian vehemently denies, of course, but come on, that hair.


"Hey, hot stuff," Sebastian greets Blaine belatedly as he sits down closer than strictly necessary, causing Blaine to roll his eyes and shuffle over to Kurt who can't keep the smug expression from his face. Ha, take that, Meerkat.


"Evening, Princess. What's the matter, your fairy godmother forgot to bring your dress?"


Kurt feels the usual spark of anger at Sebastian's words but, well, he's kind of gotten used to it by now and isn't that a crazy thought? So he only rolls his eyes, unimpressed with the weak insult. "She was apparently too busy trying to find an outfit that would make you look like an at least somewhat presentable human being, but obviously and regretfully without success."


They stare each other down, Sebastian's eyes sparkling with mirth and a wry grin pulling at his lips, like he's equally disappointed that he wasn't able to ruffle Kurt's feathers and glad that Kurt continued their teasing banter. "I look good in anything, Princess, and you know it," he finally replies before breaking eye contact and turning his gaze to Blaine. "But instead of discussing the perfection that is my body I'd rather know what that little tidbit about your sexuality was about."


Before Blaine can even open his mouth to reply, Kurt cuts in. "Blaine kissed a girl and liked it," he smirks and only shrugs his shoulders when Blaine glares at him accusingly. Really, what had he expected? This one was so obvious, it was practically mandatory.

Sebastian's eyes widen slightly and he stares at Blaine in bemusement. "Is that so?" he asks, looking at him expectantly. "Tell me more."


While Blaine starts to, very awkwardly and (much to the amusement of a certain other Warbler) with a lot of stuttering and blushing involved, recount the events of a little over a year ago, Kurt shuts himself out of the conversation and thinks.


He's bewildered, at the very least, at how easy all of this is. Not that he hasn't noticed it before, but while there had been moments when he'd wondered how exactly they had ended up in this situation, mostly it just kind of crept up on him and only now, in this basement, surrounded by people from two different worlds who despite that are strikingly similar, undeniably just a bunch of teenagers who take things too seriously and have no idea what they're doing most of the time...


Only now does he realise how much has actually changed. And he hadn't expected it.


He hadn't expected to ever be found sharing a couch and talking somewhat amiably with a guy who put his ex-boyfriend in a hospital and said ex-boyfriend with whom he broke up only a little over a month ago. And he certainly hadn't expected it to actually be fun.


He supposes (and this is something that he will never, ever, say out loud because then he might as well just book a one-way plane ticket to Timbuktu and never look back) that he has Sebastian to thank for that.


Not that he will.


But it's a fact, and while it bugs the hell out of Kurt to admit it, he's also grateful. Grateful that he still has his best friend, that there is almost no awkwardness between them now.


There had been in the beginning. Lots of it, to be precise.


It was only to be expected, of course, because while their break-up had been mutual and they had foregone the dramatic falling-out that so many other high school couples couldn't seem to avoid, it had still be the end of something special they had shared for a year and would never share again, and the absence of it had left holes in both of their lives.


And, well, Blaine didn't exactly blame Kurt for being too caught up in his own business to spend time with him, and Kurt didn't exactly blame Blaine for always wanting to be the centre of attention in Glee club, and neither even understood how being in love had suddenly become such a chore, but...


But all of the feelings were still there, and even though they had decided that it would be for the best, that their friendship was more important in the end, relationships were never this easy and they couldn't help the awkward silences in their conversations or the embarassment when one of them leaned in to kiss the other goodbye just out of habit.


And then there had been Sebastian. Sebastian, who had apologized for his wrongdoings, who had actually looked like a human being instead of a sexual predator for once, who for once wasn't the boy Kurt hated, but just a boy.


Sebastian, who one day sat down at Kurt and Blaine's table, ignoring the awkward atmosphere around them that came with having had less than a week to adjust to not being boyfriends anymore, and proceeded to drive them both up the wall with his comments about how the Warblers' performance for Regionals in a week would no doubt be clearly superior to anything New Directions could come up with.


Only when Kurt was sitting in his Navigator, on the way home about an hour later, did he realise two things. One, this was probably what Sebastian Smythe's attempts at friendship looked like.


And two: There hadn't been a single moment of awkwardness between himself and Blaine for the whole time.


For a reason known only to the green-eyed Meerkat, the three of them continued to bump into each other at the Lima Bean at least three times a week after that, and Kurt, astonishingly, found that he minded it less and less with every meeting. Sure, Kurt and Sebastian were still at each other's throats half of the time, and Kurt was pretty sure Sebastian still had his sights set on Blaine despite the whole slushying business, but the insults seemed to hold less and less malice behind them and though Kurt still didn't like the other boy, he didn't hate him anymore, either.


Sebastian could actually be rather funny and even friendly, if he so wanted, and had an uncanny ability to dissolve the tension between Kurt and Blaine, making them team up against him in their usual verbal spars (with Kurt being the more active participant, naturally) and forget about hurt feelings and empty hearts.


And now here they are, two weeks after Regionals, sitting on a couch in Rachel's basement, their respective groups of friends having fun together like there had never been any bitterness between them to begin with.


Kurt is... happy. He hadn't expected that, either. Not so soon after losing Blaine, anyway, though of course he hasn't really lost him, after all. He still misses him sometimes, misses what they had, but it's only a dull ache of a scabbed wound that will soon be no more than a tiny scar, there but almost unnoticeable.


So Kurt is happy, and he's content to listen to the noises of people talking and singing around him, pretty sure that this evening won't be so bad after all.


Until Blaine looks at his almost empty cup of punch suspiciously and asks, "Don't you think it tastes kinda strange?"


Which has Kurt draining the last drops of his cup, tongue searching for a taste that is barely there, masked by the sweetness of the drink, and he meets Blaine's eyes in horror.


"Puck," they utter simultaneously while Sebastian looks at them in confused amusement.


After that, everything goes downhill. Fast.




Kurt isn't sure how much time has passed since he last looked at the clock somewhere on the wall, but by the way he feels slightly unsteady on his feet, finds things funny that he under normal circumstances decidedly would not and has to constantly repress the urge to hug random boys and girls alike, he assumes that he must be at least slightly drunk.


But at least it's not like he's the only one, and when he sees Blaine jump on yet another table and a group of Warblers hum the Mission: Impossible theme in perfect a capella as they approach Rachel from behind to try and steal the mic from her after she has belted out almost the entirety of the Wicked soundtrack, well. Kurt could be worse off.


He has once again ended up on the couch, this time with Mercedes and Jeff, to whom they're currently trying to explain the proper use of hair care for dyed hair (which in itself should be a crime against humanity, as far as Kurt is concerned, but he isn't even going to go there). He's just about to call Sam into the fray, who for some reason has painted his face blue with Rachel's make-up kit and refuses to speak English, when a scorned Rachel, banned from the microphone and bored of listening to the Warblers perform yet another Top 40, calls out:


"Let's play spin-the-bottle!"


The New Directions groan. The Warblers (except for Sebastian, who makes a face that very clearly tells 'Are you serious?' to everyone who's looking. No one is.) look interested.


Pitiful fools, Kurt thinks. They have no idea.


"I refuse to kiss drunk people," he states from his place on the couch, just loud enough to be heard over the music.


"But that's the thing!" Rachel exclaims, an empty beer bottle already in hand and people beginning to gather around her in the middle of the room. "You won't have to! Because we're playing a special version." She pauses for dramatic effect, because she wouldn't be Rachel Berry if she didn't.


"We're playing spin-the-bottle: Duet Style."


Cheers erupt from all around the basement. Rachel, always happy to please an audience, is looking smug, and Kurt has to grudgingly admit that this idea is actually pretty brilliant.


They come to sit around the bottle in a circle, a mass of exuberant teenagers huddled close next to, or in some cases even on top of, each other, everyone wanting a spot in this new adventure.


"Let the games begin," Rachel announces ominously and spins the bottle like a wheel of fate.




By the time they've been at it for something like an hour, Kurt is convinced that the duet idea is the best one Rachel has ever had. Among the numerous performances, during which friendships and crushes have been formed and broken in true McKinley Glee club style, his favourite is probably Brittany and a very drunk Wes singing a tearful rendition of The Last Unicorn, successfully turning themselves (and large parts of the audience, Kurt refuses to be ashamed, this song is made for crying) into a bubbling, sobbing mess.


Although Rachel singing Accidentally in Love and making heart eyes at some poor random Warbler Kurt can't remember the name of is a close second.


He's a little bit (okay, a lot) miffed, however, that he hasn't gotten the opportunity to show off his talent yet. So when the bottle finally, finally points at him at the first spin, he's rightfully excited.


Until, that is, the bottle is spun a second time and slowly, oh-so-slowly inches to a fateful stop right at the feet of one Sebastian Smythe.


Whose unimpressed face is undoubtedly a reflection of Kurt's own at the moment.


When Kurt breaks their stare and looks around the room, he notices that everyone has fallen silent and looks at them like they're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven instead of singing songs at each other at random. Although with Glee club, you can admittedly never tell which one is more sexually charged.


Anyway. Back to the topic. Kurt does not want to think about his and Sebastian's sexual anything.


The one problem Kurt sees with them being paired for a duet, except for the obvious one of them being them, of course, is that he has no idea what to sing, and it's clear that Sebastian doesn't either. It's not that Kurt's repertoire is lacking, mind, it's just that most of the songs they sing, hell, most of the songs being written in general, are love songs and, yeah, how about no.


The silence and the staring are getting rather uncomfortable, to be honest. Why doesn't Kurt like insulting songs again? It's not like he can just pull another inspirational Broadway number from his sleeve.




A wicked grin stretches over Kurt's lips as he stands up and Sebastian looks vaguely afraid. Good.


Because this is going to be gold, and Kurt is brilliant and should receive all the awards for finding the perfect song and still following his Broadway tradition.


"Anything you can do," he sings, coming to stand in front of Sebastian and looking down at his seated form smugly, "...I can do better."


Sebastian's face lights up with wry amusement and, thank God, recognition. "Ha!" he barks, standing up as well and using his few inches of height advantage to loom over Kurt, mirroring his crossed arms.


"I can do anything better than you." Kurt flicks his wrist at Sebastian dismissively and turns away to head into the direction of the stage, because, please, this statement isn't even up for discussion.


It is, apparently, for Sebastian, because Kurt doesn't even get half-way to his destination, stepping between the bodies of their grinning and laughing audience, when he is stopped by Sebastian's voice close by.


"No, you can't."


Kurt turns around, and really, this isn't him getting absorbed in his role, this is him being genuinely annoyed at the smarmy Meerkat who dares to challenge him so matter-of-factly.


"Yes, I can," he retorts, and they step closer with each childish line until they're shouting more than singing them right into each other's faces.


"No, you can't."


"Yes, I can."


"No, you can't."


"Yes, I can, yes I can!"


Sebastian glares at him and Kurt returns it right back, although they both snap out of it when all of a sudden, the Warblers start imitating the background music and Nick takes Puck's guitar and plucks the strings to their rhythm.


During the brief pause, Sebastian seems to have gained back his composure because he shoots Kurt a smirk, stepping away (when had they gotten so close?) and around Kurt, reversing their game of chase across the room, the stage forgotten completely.


"Anything you can be, I can be greater.

Sooner or later, I'm greater than you."


He struts through the basement like he owns the whole house, the heads of their friends turning to follow his movements, and Kurt will not let this sit on him.


"No, you're not!" he snaps with a note of disbelief in his tone, following after Sebastian and crowding into his personal space yet again as they resume their verbal tug-of-war.


"Yes, I am."


"No, you're not!"


"Yes, I am!"


"No, you're NOT!"


"Yes, I am, yes I am!"


Sebastian turns away from where he'd practically been bumping noses with Kurt, now facing their audience in perfect showmanship and Kurt can do nothing but follow suit because putting on a show is what Kurt Hummel does and like hell is he going to let Sebastian steal the spotlight.


"I can shoot a partridge

with a single cartridge."


"I can get a sparrow
with a bow and arrow."

"I can live on bread and cheese."

"And only on that?" Kurt asks suspiciously, crossing his arms and turning to Sebastian once more.

"You bet." Sebastian replies with an arrogant tilt of his head, although it does seem a little forced because he knows what he's setting himself up for and can't do anything about it. Heh.

"So can a rat!" Kurt finishes the verse victoriously and the Warblers and New Directions erupt in drunken laughter while Sebastian visibly grinds his teeth.


"Any note you can reach, I can go higher" he quickly continues, and despite the fact that he almost certainly knows what a blatant lie this is, the grin on his face is mocking, like Kurt is the one who looses for having a voice Sebastian surely considers girly.

"I can sing anything higher than you."


"No, you can't."


"Yes, I can."


"No, you can't."


"Yes, I can."


...and higher and higher they go, their voices surpassing each other with each phrase until at last, Sebastian has to pass and Kurt, triumphantly, belts out that last "Yes, I can" in his high F, drawing it out and putting his hands on his hips, basking in the applause while Sebastian shakes his head wryly.


As the Warblers and Nick continue humming and playing, they resume their chase around the room, almost giddy and high on the adrenaline of performing, even more so because it's them, performing together (or rather against each other), matching and challenging one another with every note, every step, every glare.


"Anything you can buy
I can buy cheaper."

"I can buy anything
Cheaper than you."

"Fifty cents?" Sebastian begins the battle with a smirk, walking backwards as Kurt advances towards him.

"Forty cents!"


"Thirty cents?"

"Twenty cents!"


"No, you can't!"

Finally, Kurt has reached Sebastian and he intercepts his walk, bumping into Sebastian's shoulder to at least somehow shake his annoying self-assurance as he almost growls "Yes, I can, yes I can!" to his face.


They stand there, chest pressed tightly against shoulder, their breaths coming just a little bit faster as the air between them crackles with their glares.


For some reason, Kurt feels hot. It's probably just from performing.


"Anything you can say, I can say softer."


Sebastian starts the next verse a little too early, as if to break them out from that stare-down they seem so prone to engage in. He doesn't move away though, looks down at Kurt with their bodies still too close and his voice just a little bit more subdued and Kurt doesn't know what Sebastian's deal is but he's not about to back down.

"I can say anything softer than you" he sings, a tight-lipped smile determinedly on his lips.


"No, you can't" Sebastian contradicts him in condescending amusement.


"Yes, I can" Kurt whispers back softly, his eyes crinkling mischievously and Sebastian's grin says 'Oh, it's on.' They have to lean even closer to the other as their voices drop in volume until they're no more than ripples through the air, inaudible if the distance between their mouths wasn't so unbelievably small that they were sharing the same breaths anyway.


Their eyes are locked firmly, but not threateningly so, at least not in the kind of threat Sebastian has been for Kurt till now. There is a glint of something in Sebastian's gaze, something new maybe, or just hidden until the right time came around, and the swirl of green seems to draw Kurt in, mesmerising now instead of mocking.


They argue like the words are caresses delivered by parted lips and Kurt has to forcibly remind himself that this is still Sebastian Smythe and he is definitely not flirting. The smiling and whispering are only part of the show, as is the way Sebastian's eyes flit down to Kurt's mouth-


...Aaand stop right there, boy. This is getting nowhere.


"Yes, I can, YES I CAN!" Kurt's voice starts quietly before rising to its full volume, effectively breaking the strange atmosphere that had settled around them for the span of maybe half a minute tops that felt like its own little eternity.


Sebastian smirks at him knowingly; this round has been undoubtedly his and it shows in the way he sings to their audience, all smug and confident and – no, not gorgeous – arrogant, that's it.


"I can drink my liquor
Faster than a flicker."

"I can drink it quicker
And get even sicker!"

"I can open any safe."

"Without bein' caught?"


"That's what I thought--
you crook!"

The basement is filled with laughter, and even Sebastian is sporting a grin because this song just fits, and Kurt is glad no one decides to remind Sebastian of his crooked ways since that would've really ruined the show.


"Any note you can hold, I can hold longer" Sebastian challenges him, grabbing his shoulder as Kurt is about to begin their chase anew and wow, excuse you, personal bubble right here.


"I can hold any note longer than you" Kurt snaps, anger col ouring his normally clear voice. He turns around, dislodging Sebastian's hand from his shoulder and glowering up at his smirking form.


"No, you can't", "Yes, I can" they bicker, getting progressively louder and more furious, neither of them backing down because here, for once, the result is not predetermined and it only serves to fuel their competitive spirits. Then, at last, they've gotten to the point where they sing in unison, Sebastian's "can't" and Kurt's "I" intertwining, their voices in perfect contrast as if they were meant to either clash or complement each other...


It feels like there's a metaphor in there somewhere, but Kurt is too busy staring Sebastian down and keeping the note up to give it a deeper thought.


Sebastian's lungs are slowly running out of air. Kurt hears it in his faltering voice, sees it in the way his eyes don't steadily glare back anymore, but only when Sebastian finally goes silent does he allow himself to grin, his clear voice now the only thing ringing through the basement. Just for the hell of it, he reaches for his last reserves of air, turning to the watching Glee clubs, his hands rising in the air slowly in an imitation of that time he killed Le Jazz Hot.


The rambunctious applause starts even before the "I" is finished, and when Kurt is almost ready to collapse from lack of air, croaking the last "" more than singing it, the room practically explodes.


Kurt feels like he's standing on a Broadway stage, and this game of can-or-can't is doing something to him, his heart is beating wildly against his ribcage and adrenaline runs though his veins.


"Yes, you can!" Sebastian sings at him, his breaths coming equally as fast and although Kurt had expected him to be miffed, there's amusement and maybe even grudging respect in his gaze. Sebastian... looks like he's enjoying himself immensely, and Kurt can't help but notice that it suits him well. Like, really well. Even his cheeks are slightly flushed from exertion and it's... not attractive, not attractive at all.


"Anything you can wear" Kurt continues, eyeing Sebastian's form derisively, "I can wear better. In what you wear I'd look better than you."

"In my coat?"

"In your vest!"


"In my shoes?"

"In your hat!"


"No, you can't!"

"Yes, I can, yes I can!"


Somehow, somewhere in between insulting one another through a song and invading their respective personal spaces, their interaction has become less vile and more... dare Kurt say it, playful. At least, he doesn't know what else to call the way Sebastian's eyes crinkle when he sings his part and Kurt's lips pull up into a grin without his consent.


"Anything you can say, I can say faster" is the next challenge Sebastian issues, already shortening the distance between them in the knowledge of what is scripted next.

"I can say anything faster than you"
Kurt leans in, too, and off they go, speaking faster and faster, their faces closer and closer until the words are mashed together beyond recognition in a bizarre mimicry of their bodies, noses literally bumping and foreheads pressed tightly against each other.


Sebastian's eyes (or lips) have never been this near and the amount of alcohol Kurt has ingested really doesn't warrant a face this red which is why they should probably stop right about now.


Thankfully, they do, Sebastian starting his next verse right off, although the smug little tilt of his mouth suggests that he is not entirely unaware of what effect their little stint has had on Kurt and Kurt really hates his pale skin sometimes.


"I can jump a hurdle"


(Some random Warbler shouts indignantly when Sebastian takes his shoulders as support and jumps over his sitting form. Kurt almost forgets his next line, he's laughing so hard.)

"I can wear a girdle."


(Which is, in fact, true. Sebastian's raised eyebrow suggests that Kurt is either being judged hard or... well, he doesn't want to think of the other reactions the image of Kurt in a corset could evoke in the sex-crazed Warbler.)

"I can knit a sweater."

"I can fill it better!"

"I can do most anything!"

"Can you bake a pie?"

"Oh yes", Sebastian says, and ad-lib was so not part of the deal.


"Well, so can I" Kurt replies, miffed, nose high up in the air because Kurt's pie is, like, a thousand times better than Sebastian's, thank you very much.


Sebastian only rolls his eyes. "Anything you can sing" he continues, "I can sing sweeter."

"I can sing anything sweeter than you." Kurt smiles indulgently, because really? Sebastian and 'sweet' match even less than Rachel Berry and stylish clothes.


But Sebastian's grin only turns wicked.


Kurt is a little afraid.


"No, you can't" Sebastian sings slowly, gently, in a voice pitched deeper than usual and all of a sudden, there is a hand gripping Kurt's own, another one settling as low on his waist as proper decorum still allows and Sebastian's face is right in front of his eyes and they're dancing.


Kurt's jaw drops. He's so shocked, he doesn't notice Sebastian's eyes flick down to his parted lips.


Because he's dancing the waltz with Sebastian Smythe. Who eyes him mischievously and leads him into the proper steps without effort, in rhythm with a melody only he can hear since the Warblers have stopped singing and the room's other occupants are either laughing or staring in a deadly silence. Depending on the alcohol-blood ratio.


Not that Kurt notices, as preoccupied as he is with the unexpected turn of events.


"Yes, I can" Kurt remembers to respond, and if his voice is slightly more breathy, a little less steady, well, he's not to blame. Who allowed Sebastian to be excellent at ballroom dancing, anyway?


They continue their dance in the little corner of the basement where none of their classmates will trip them up, trying to outdo one another in the cheesy, sweet tone of their lines, and it is then that the revelation that has been nudging at the corner of Kurt's mind almost from the moment they began singing finally hits him. (Or perhaps it was way, way earlier but acknowledging that would mean too big a blow for Kurt's ego.)


Sebastian Smythe is hot.


It's not like he has thought Sebastian was ugly before this, he may have even noticed it in the primal part of his brain that wasn't preoccupied with the issue of this bastard trying to steal his boyfriend. But it had been overshadowed by the fact that they were rivals for Blaine's affection and so Kurt hadn't really given it much thought, on the contrary, pushed it as far into the deep recesses of his mind as possible.


Now however, with the object of their rivalry out of the way, their chests almost touching as they gently dance circles in the corner and Sebastian keeps looking at Kurt and the entire atmosphere shifts subtly, the tension around them palpable...


Now it's an undeniable reality. Kurt finds Sebastian attractive and he doesn't like that fact.


At the very least Kurt feels a little placated when the expression on Sebastian's face suggests that he's not entirely unaffected by this either, but before he can delve deeper into that particular realisation, the song is coming to an end.


There is aggression mixed in with the sweetness now, because neither of them will just give in, and by now the lines between act and genuine frustration are a single blurred mess.


"No, you can't" Sebastian says with gritted teeth.


"Yes, I can" Kurt counters with a bright fake smile.


"No, you can't, can't, CAN'T!" Sebastian raises his voice, and then Kurt is being pushed back with the sheer weight of Sebastian's slightly taller body, having to take a step back with each "can't" until his back collides with the wall, Sebastian looming over him and holding his hand in a firm grip.


For a second, the room is perfectly silent as Kurt's fuzzy brain processes the fact that Sebastian has him up against the goddamn wall. Never mind Sebastian, a hot guy is pinning him to the wall, panting in his face, and it's been way too long since Kurt has gotten any kind of action so maybe that's why his mind immediately jumps to very inappropriate conclusions.


It's still a fight though, and even Sebastian's body pressed into his won't make him forget that.


"Yes, I can, can, CAN!" He struggles to get free, unsuccessfully of course, and Sebastian's grin is triumphant until Kurt stomps on his foot with his lovely, lovely steel toed DocMartens.


They sing their last lines together once more, loud and powerful and intense, drawing the final notes out in a last attempt to show their superiority and then it's over.


Except that it isn't, because they're both still there, both close, their heavy breaths mingling, their foreheads touching and don't Sebastian's eyes seem darker than usual? The moment seems to stretch on for hours and then Sebastian looks down again, at what Kurt is pretty sure are his own parted lips and his grip tightens marginally on Kurt's wrist.


It shouldn't be this hot, this whole situation they have gotten themselves into because of a stupid bottle and too much alcohol, but it is, and when Sebastian, eyes still fixed on Kurt's mouth, leans forward, just a little bit, Kurt's eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. He wants it in that moment, wants the kiss and so much more, and his lips part further, inviting, waiting, waiting-


"Bravo!" someone shouts and suddenly the basement is filled with applause, their friends shouting their praise and admiration and Kurt could seriously kill someone right now. Didn't they feel it, didn't they see?


But he's also grateful, because Sebastian is pulling away reluctantly and Kurt, no longer wrapped up in the performance, can finally think again. They remain close for another few seconds, Sebastian staring at Kurt with something like contemplation in his eyes until Kurt is the one to break the moment by turning away and bowing to their audience, not wanting to deal with what that stare could possibly mean.


And then he's walking away, his head filled with confusion, and doesn't look back at Sebastian even for a second.


"What the hell was that all about?" Mercedes, one of his more sober friends, asks as Kurt takes his place next to her.


"I have no idea," Kurt answers. "None at all."




For the next half an hour, Kurt unsuccessfully tries to clear his thoughts of Sebastian's predominating presence and okay, maybe that fourth drink wasn't a very good idea but he can still remember what Sebastian's breath against his lips feels like and that just won't do. He's attempting to enjoy he ongoing game of spin-the-bottle where Puck is currently intimidating the balls out of some poor junior Warbler, he really is, but.


But Sebastian is staring at him. Again. Or is it 'still'? Either way, this is seriously getting on Kurt's nerves, and by 'getting on his nerves' Kurt means it's freaking him the fuck out.


He turns his head to the side, meeting Sebastian's stare with a glare of his own and raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge. The corners of Sebastian's lips lift up just slightly but otherwise, he doesn't move a muscle. That bastard. Kurt looks away again, but not before childishly sticking out his tongue at the other boy which, yeah, okay, not very mature but he blames it on that fourth drink and steadfastly ignores the burst of deep (not sexy) laughter he can hear from Sebastian's direction.


The hairs on Kurt's neck stand on end for the entirety of Mercedes's performance (okay, so he might kind of maybe have used her as a shield while they were sitting together, so what) and he refuses to acknowledge that it's not only the temperature of the room that makes his cheeks redden and his body feel warm and sweaty.


He doesn't look at Sebastian again. He does, however, get angrier with every passing minute. Who does that meerkat think he is? Staring at him like Kurt's some kind of piece of meat on display? Does he think it's funny, is it only to unnerve him, to drive him crazy? (He doesn't want to think about what other motivations Sebastian might have.) Kurt feels exposed, naked, under Sebastian's gaze, does this count as sexual harassment and how soon can he get Sebastian behind prison bars?


By the time those green eyes have been trained on him for what feels like the entire night but has probably only been about fifteen minutes, Kurt is a livid, nervous wreck and has come to a decision. When the Hummels are pushed, they push back.


And the perfect opportunity presents itself with another spin of the bottle.


Tina, his assigned duet partner, looks slightly terrified when Kurt pulls her and Brittany aside with a wild and determined glint in his eyes but Kurt figures that being part of the New Directions makes you develop at least some kind of mental protection against the crazy of your teammates. She'll be fine.


When the three of them step up to the stage, most of the people look confused because, well, duets, but Kurt only has eyes for Sebastian. Who, unsurprisingly, is still staring, his head tilted curiously to the side.


Let him, Kurt thinks, jutting out his chin and sending a smirk his way. Stare all you want, Craigslist, I won't let myself be intimidated by the likes of you. He exchanges nods with Tina and Brittany, confirming they're ready to do this, and then the show begins.


All the single ladies, all the single ladies

All the single ladies, all the single ladies


There is whooping and laughter from those who already know about Kurt's little stint in his basement over two years ago. The others (the Warblers especially) make a collective, truly rather impressive impersonation of a gaping fish which Kurt would certainly appreciate with great delight if he wasn't busy shaking his ass like a pro and watching Sebastian's eyes become wide as saucers.


It's very rewarding in a way, to see the usually so confident and composed Warbler lose his cool because of something Kurt did and as he swivels his hips during the chorus Kurt meets his eyes again, this time being the one to receive a glare when Sebastian shifts awkwardly in his seat and swallows visibly.


And okay, it's probably time to admit that Kurt does know what Sebastian's stare really means, considering it's Sebastian they're talking about and Kurt might not be used to being the object of someone's desire but he isn't blind. And while he's at it, he should probably also add that his choice of song hasn't been for the sole purpose of demonstrating that Kurt is unaffected by the heavy weight of the other's eyes (even though he so totally is), but also to show that Kurt can affect Sebastian just as much, if not more. Kurt is being a tease, and he knows it.


It feels fucking awesome.


He wonders if Sebastian realises it, knows that all of this is for him and him only, and if he's more annoyed that Kurt has him figured out or smug about having provoked this decidedly untypical behaviour from Kurt. Probably a mixture of both if the way his lips are pressed into a thin line while he watches Kurt dance almost without blinking is anything to go by.


Kurt has to admit he's having a lot of fun with this, with thrusting his hips and seeing Sebastian clench his fists, with throwing all of his frustration back at the boy who used to insult his ostensible femininity. But that's all it is – not a seduction, not flirting, just a smug “fuck you” and proof that yes, Kurt can be sexy when he wants to. So when the song is finished and Kurt and his girls bow to their cheering audience (some more leering than cheering and though most of the boys' stares are focused on Tina and Brittany, Kurt still feels accomplished), step down and go back to sit with their respective friends, Kurt doesn't look at Sebastian for a single second longer.


He can still feel Sebastian's eyes boring holes into the back of his head, but he doesn't let it bother him anymore. His point has been proven.




As the time gets progressively later and the people drunker, the party spins more and more out of control. Soon, the bottle and the game have been forgotten and abandoned and now, there are people alternatively singing drunken renditions of popular Top 40s songs, dancing to said Top 40s songs, not-so-secretly making out in the corners of the room or if they, like Kurt, haven't replaced more than half of their blood with alcohol, simply sitting back and enjoying the show.


“God,” Sugar moans, draping herself over the back of the couch Kurt is currently occupying, “it's sooo hot.” Kurt can't help but agree.


“Totally, I could go for some ice cream,” Rachel replies.


“Wait, you have ice cream?!” someone cries and soon the basement is almost empty and Kurt can hear the group invade the kitchen upstairs like a very loud, very wild herd of elephants. He himself chooses to stay back because he doesn't fancy being squished and pushed around by a mob of drunk teenagers with ice-cream in their wobbling hands. He likes his clothes clean, thank you very much.


Still, it is rather hot in the basement, and so when the rush has died down and the party is downstairs yet again, he decides that he's allowed a treat once in a while and goes up to the empty kitchen, wondering if there is any ice-cream left.


There isn't. But at least there's still ice cubes. They will have to do.


Kurt has just started sipping on his glass of ice-cool water when he hears someone else enter the room. Apparently, he hasn't been the only one smart enough to wait the storm out, and as he turns around, he's greeted by Sebastian's flushed face. He's almost tempted to roll his eyes, because of course it had to be him, but chooses to just ignore the other's presence for now.


Luckily, it looks like Sebastian has decided to do the same since he simply walks up to the refrigerator, groaning as he opens it and finds the ice cream gone before taking out the whole bag of ice and closing it again. Kurt only has a second's worth of time to wonder what Sebastian is planning to do with a whole bag, and then Sebastian is pressing it against his neck, his satisfied hum a deep rumble ringing through the room.


There are droplets of water running down his Adam's apple, disappearing in the collar of his shirt, and Kurt can't stop staring.


Sebastian's eyes are closed and his mouth open in a sigh. He brings the bag of ice up to his slightly red cheek, first the one side, then the other before he lowers it to his neck again and it shouldn't make Kurt wonder what it would taste like if he followed the path with his tongue but God, it does. Briefly, he thinks that he should probably blink sometime soon or, you know, stop gawking at the other boy before he's found out, but it's already too late.


“What?” Sebastian asks with a smirk tugging just at the corner of his lips as he watches Kurt out of the corner of his eyes.


Kurt huffs and finally manages to tear his gaze away, looking down at his glass instead. “Nothing.”


At that, the glint in Sebastian's eyes turns downright wicked. He steps forward, staring at Kurt's body unabashedly.


“Are you sure?” he prompts, the distance between them growing shorter with every step he takes closer to Kurt. “You look kinda... hot.”


Their bodies are less than a meter apart by now and Kurt would complain about the invasion of his personal space except for the fact that he really, really doesn't mind. He's transfixed by the heavy weight of Sebastian's eyes on his own, by the little upwards curve of his lips, and the pull to touch feels magnetic by now, growing the closer they come together, an attraction of opposites that is too powerful to resist.


So Sebastian doesn't.


“Well, I-” Kurt begins to say in a voice that is not as unaffected as he would like for it to be when Sebastian takes that final step forward, breaking the barrier that had been between them for the entirety of the evening, and gently presses the bag of ice against Kurt's cheek.


“...I am,” Kurt finishes in a whisper, a violent shudder running up his spine because of the sudden coldness and maybe also something else. Something that feels hot enough to instantly melt the ice Sebastian is holding. Sebastian is close now, so, so close, seemingly mesmerised by the way the droplets of water make their way down Kurt's cheek and throat.


Time seems to come to a still in the small space occupied by their bodies and even if it continues to pass outside of it, they don't have the mind to notice. Kurt's heart is beating rabbit-quick against his ribcage in anticipation of something, anything that will help to release the tension that has been accumulating since their duet or perhaps even before that.


Sebastian takes a shaky breath and Kurt can see his eyes rake over his face until they come to a still where his lips are slightly parted.


“You really, really are.”


And then they are kissing, the period of silence broken by the sound of an ice bag hitting the floor and the shattering of a glass on the hard tiles. Kurt can't for the life of him recall who moved in first, but it doesn't matter. In this moment, nothing matters except for the firm press of Sebastian's mouth on Kurt's ice-cold lips, the hand tilting his chin up roughly and the tongue demanding entrance insistently. Kurt's own hands come up to clench in Sebastian's shirt, tugging him closer until Sebastian is forced to brace himself with both hands on either side of Kurt's hips, pressing him further against the counter which neither boy seems to mind.



Sebastian runs his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt parts his lips almost on instinct, their tongues continuing the battle they'd left unfinished in their words. A groan resounds in the kitchen and when Kurt feels Sebastian smirk into the kiss, he knows it came from himself. He can't really bring himself to be embarrassed though, not when Sebastian's hard-on is digging into his hip while they grind against each other, making his equal desperation all too obvious.


Kurt hadn't thought he'd find it this hot – hadn't even really thought about the possibility of something like this happening, but now that Sebastian has him up against the counter and is kissing him like he wants to lick Kurt's taste out of his mouth, one hand sliding down to his ass and squeezing firmly, Kurt can't imagine not wanting to be right where he is just now.


Sebastian breaks the kiss only to trace the wet path the melted ice has left on Kurt's skin with his lips and tongue, mouthing at Kurt's fluttering pulse when he reaches his neck, and Kurt can't help but moan, digging his fingers into the skin of Sebastian's shoulders.


“Ha,” Sebastian chuckles smugly, lifting his head to look Kurt in the eyes while giving his ass another squeeze, “moaning already, Hummel?”


“Shut up,” Kurt snaps and slides his knee in between Sebastian's legs, rubbing hard against his cock and smirking when Sebastian groans, his head dropping on Kurt's shoulder.


“You're a bitch, Kurt,” Sebastian laughs breathlessly without any malice, his teeth grazing the skin on Kurt's neck lightly. “I like it.”


And maybe it's the reassurance that Sebastian does want him on a basic, purely physical level and isn't in fact out to humiliate him in a very twisted, disturbing kind of way, that makes Kurt pull him up by the hair into another kiss with more teeth than tongue and whisper against his lips when they part:


“We should go somewhere else.”


Sebastian's smirk is even more annoying from this up close.


“Come on,” he urges in a voice an octave deeper than before and pulls Kurt from the kitchen like he's just been waiting for Kurt to say these words. They stumble up the stairs in a hurry and Sebastian drags them into the first room they come across, barely taking the time to slam the door closed and lock it before he presses Kurt against it and kisses him hard.


If Kurt thought their kissing had been intense before, it's more like a peck on the cheek in comparison to what they're doing now. Sebastian is practically fucking him with his tongue, exploring Kurt's mouth like he wants to map out every inch of it, biting and licking and sucking while all Kurt can do is try and hold on and not sag against the wood like his wobbly knees seem to want him to do.


The fabric of Kurt's jeans stretches even tighter than usual over his cock as Sebastian rolls his hips, the sensation of their hard-ons pressed together sending waves of scorching-hot pleasure through his veins. His moan is swallowed by Sebastian's mouth and there's no answering smirk this time – Sebastian is too busy fumbling with the buttons of Kurt's shirt while still trying to suck the air out of his lungs.


Finally, Sebastian slips the shirt from Kurt's shoulders, trailing his hands over Kurt's arms in the process before pulling his own polo over his head. For a moment, they stare at each other, the only sound in the room that of their heavy breathing, both of them shirtless and very, very turned on.


Kurt knows that this is it, this is his final chance to back out because once they allow their hands to drift lower he's sure neither of them will be able to stop.


“You don't look half-bad under those layers, Princess,” Sebastian says with a grin, and his hand settles high on Kurt's waist like a question.


And maybe it's stupid of Kurt to want this; maybe it's stupid to jump into this with Sebastian only about a month after breaking up with his first boyfriend. Maybe Kurt will regret it the next day, when the haze of the alcohol and adrenaline has worn off and the morning light casts clarity onto the night's events.


But maybe this, Sebastian looking at him like Kurt is the only thing that matters at the moment, touching him like Kurt will never be close enough until their bodies melt together in ecstasy, maybe this is exactly what Kurt needs right now. And for this possibility, he's willing to take the risk of an awkward morning after.


“I suppose you're not too hard on the eyes, either,” he replies coolly (well, as cool as Kurt can be with Sebastian hovering above him and looking hungry), wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck and shoulders and raising an eyebrow as if to say 'Well, what are you waiting for?'.


Sebastian takes the hint, his arm sliding lower on Kurt's waist until it rests on the small of his back, pulling him in and into a kiss as he starts blindly maneuvering them towards the bed. When Kurt's knees bump the edge of it in their frenzy to just get there already, he falls on top of the cushions less gracefully than he would've liked, but Sebastian doesn't seem to care since he does the same, both scrambling and squirming in a tangle of limbs until finally Kurt's head is on the pillows just beneath the headboard and Sebastian's arms are encasing him on both sides as the other boy braces himself over Kurt's body.


Just as Sebastian is leaning down to press their mouths together once more, Kurt notices the familiar pillows lying directly beside his flushed face.


“Oh my God. This is Rachel's bedroom!”


Sebastian, only an inch away from Kurt's face now, stares at him with an expression that is half disbelief and half an unimpressed 'seriously?'.


“She's sort of my friend! She'll hate me for this forever.”


Sebastian continues staring although this time, it's accompanied by a roll of his hips against Kurt's and oh.


...Fuck it. Kurt will make it up to her somehow.


He surges up and feels the vibrations of Sebastian's approving hum on his lips, and yes, so worth it.


And then all the worries leave his mind when Sebastian's hand reaches for his jeans, popping the button and pulling down the zipper before sliding his hand inside.


“Fuck, Kurt,” he groans as Kurt lets out a soft moan, the hand on his bare cock not nearly giving him the relief he craves.


“Knew you'd like that, Craigslist,” Kurt pants and bites his lip against another moan when Sebastian massages him under the fabric.


“Not that difficult to figure out, Princess,” Sebastian smirks. A small frown appears on his face and he pulls Kurt's bottom lips from his teeth with his free hand, leaning down to bite at it lightly in punishment. “No, don't do that. Wanna hear you.”


Kurt can't help but blush. “They'll hear.”


“The music is far too loud for that. Now shut up and stop complaining.”


“I thought I should be loud?”




Kurt smirks and grinds his hips upwards. “I've got a great ass.”


Sebastian barks out a laugh, sliding Kurt's jeans the rest of the way off before kneading the firm muscles with one hand, his face pensive as if he doesn't already know the answer. “I guess I'll have to admit you're right on that one.”


“I always am.”


“Now, don't get too ahead of- mmh...”


Kurt has had enough of Sebastian's snark right now and he sits up, silencing him with a deep kiss while his hands roam the toned chest like he's wanted them to since Sebastian's polo landed on the floor. They slide lower and lower, teasingly grazing along the hem of Sebastian's jeans until the other boy gets impatient and bites his lip again. Kurt snorts through his nose but decides to not stretch this out any more, not so much because he doesn't enjoy being a tease (he does), but because he's not sure he himself can wait much longer.


Once Sebastian's pants are somewhere on the floor along with Kurt's, they fall back onto the bed again, both grinding frantically against each other now that there's no cloth between their aching cocks.


“Condoms?” Kurt asks breathily while Sebastian places a line of kisses and bites down his neck and chest.


“Jeans pocket,” comes the equally unsteady reply and when the heat of Sebastian's body is suddenly gone, Kurt almost whines at the loss.


“Fuck,” Sebastian curses once he's hovering above Kurt again and Kurt barely hears his next words because he's too busy admiring the flush that has spread out from Sebastian's face down to his chest, wanting to follow it with his mouth. “The lube.”




“Don't have any.”


Kurt is tempted to chuckle fondly at the way Sebastian's frown borders on being a pout, but he doesn't want to ruin the mood because he really, really needs to get off, preferably now.


“Wait a sec.” Leaning over the edge of the bed, he reaches for Rachel's nightstand and opens the lowest drawer, searching blindly behind books and CDs and... there. He pulls out a small, heart-shaped bottle with “Lovers Lube” imprinted on it and Sebastian looks at him like he can't believe Kurt is serious.


“I helped her buy it, the least she can do is share some with me,” Kurt shrugs and waves the bottle in front of Sebastian's face impatiently. “Are we going to do this or not?”


“You're unbelievable,” Sebastian says with a shake of his head, but takes the lube anyway. “This is by far the gayest thing I've ever held in my hands.”


“Oh, so my dick doesn't count?” Kurt asks and immediately slaps a hand over his mouth because apparently, alcohol not only makes him horny, but deletes his brain-mouth filter completely.


“Like I said: unbelievable.” The laugh Sebastian lets out is loud and relaxed as he pries Kurt's hand from his mouth and replaces it with his lips, pushing him down to lie on the cushions again.


Kurt allows himself to get lost in the kiss, his hands coming to rest in Sebastian's hair and around his neck until suddenly, a slick finger is circling his entrance and pushing inside, barely giving Kurt time to adjust to the intrusion before beginning to thrust in and out slowly. Kurt's body shivers and tenses, and he knows it has been far, far too long since he's done this.


“Sebastian,” he whispers in warning and it feels like it's the first time he's said his name during the entire evening. Maybe it is, because Sebastian groans and bites down on Kurt's shoulder just this side of painful.


“God, Kurt, you're so... Just relax. Let go for me.” He sucks at the place where his teeth have left an oval shaped mark as he continues to stretch Kurt with just the one finger, and soon he has Kurt moaning under him again.


The second finger comes just when Kurt thinks he's adjusted to the rhythm, and it's so like Sebastian to keep him on his toes even now. Kurt doesn't think he wants it any other way.


“Shh,” Sebastian soothes him when Kurt lets out a whine, his hips rising from the bed to try and get at least some friction for his leaking cock, but Sebastian won't have it. He holds Kurt's hips down with his free hand and doesn't move even when Kurt's hand tugging at his hair makes him hiss. “Soon, soon, just one more.”


Do it, then,” Kurt glares and he can't even bring himself to care about Sebastian's smug grin. His body feels hot all over and just wants more, goddammit.


“Oh, I will, don't you worry about that.”


Just then, the third finger follows, fast and hard, all three spreading and twisting inside him like they're searching for-


“Oooh my God.”


Kurt's back arches off the mattress when Sebastian's fingers graze that spot inside of him and white-hot pleasure shoots through his body, making him almost see the fucking stars.


“That's it, Princess,” Sebastian says between heavy breaths, his eyes fixed on Kurt's face like he's never seen anything more fascinating in his life. “That's it, you like that? You want me to fuck you like that? Want me to-”


“Stop the bad porn speak and do it again already.”


Sebastian looks insulted but Kurt doesn't fucking care. Although in retrospect he probably should have because a wounded ego of Sebastian's size is not something he'd want to deal with.


“Now, now, don't be so hasty, Princess,” Sebastian mutters as his fingers graze Kurt's prostate just enough for him to feel what he could get but not enough to actually receive any satisfaction. “Tell me you want it, and I'll consider it.”


They both know full well that the end result has already been decided long before they even reached the bed, but it doesn't stop Sebastian from drawing it out for as long as possible. That asshole.


“Fuck you,” Kurt pants, writhing on the bed and struggling against the firm grip Sebastian has on his hips.


“I don't think I will, if you keep on being this unwilling.”


They stare at each other for a few long moments, Kurt's breathing hitching with every thrust of Sebastian's fingers before Sebastian smirks and lowers his head to suck a mark on the spot just beneath Kurt's ear.


“Aah- fuck! I-I want it, God, just do it, I- uh!- I want it so bad please.”


The last few words are no more than a whisper but Sebastian hears them anyway. “Good,” he murmurs against the skin of Kurt's neck before finally withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the condoms. He tears the wrapper open with his teeth (why is Kurt not surprised?), rolling one on Kurt's cock and then his own before pouring a generous amount of lube on his hand and coating himself thoroughly.


“Ready?” he asks as he hooks Kurt's legs over his shoulders, positioning himself at Kurt's slick and stretched hole, his cock rubbing against it without pushing in just yet.


“Yes, yes, 'm ready, do it now-”




“Shut up.”


Mercifully, Sebastian does. Bracing himself on his elbows, he pushes in and both of them moan at the feeling, the tightness, the fullness of it. The stretch is almost too much to bear but Sebastian inches forward relentlessly until he's seated fully inside, gasping as if the sensation is just as overwhelming for him as it is for Kurt.


“So fucking tight,” he groans, burying his head in the crook of Kurt's neck and breathing hotly against the skin.


“Move,” Kurt answers when he doesn't feel like he's being split in two and his fingers dig into the skin of Sebastian's back, leaving red marks in their wake.


Ever so slowly, Sebastian begins to move his hips, setting up a slow rhythm that leaves Kurt breathless and aching.


“More,” he finds himself moaning when the intensity of it gets too much, the slow drag of skin on skin making him feel like he's about to burn.


Kurt,” Sebastian hisses between gritted teeth before crashing their mouths together violently, showing Kurt just how much he has to hold back to not just lose himself and pound him into the mattress.


Which Kurt wouldn't mind at all.


“You can... go faster.” The words tumble from Kurt's lips when they break the kiss for much needed air and Sebastian's eyes when he looks at him then are so dark that only a thin ring of green is visible around his pupils.


“You sure?”


“God, yes, please.”


Sebastian groans as he picks up the pace, and soon he's thrusting into Kurt with abandon, the sound of moans and his hips slapping against Kurt's ass filling the room. “So hot when you beg, so hot, fuck, Kurt...”


“Uh! Sebastian, more, I need, need-”


But Kurt doesn't even have to finish his sentence because Sebastian angles his thrusts just so and drives his cock against Kurt's prostate with each movement of his hips.


Kurt keens, his whole body shivering and burning at the same time as he clutches at Sebastian's back even harder, bringing him closer and closer, needing just that little bit more but it's still not enough-


Then Sebastian wraps his hand around Kurt's cock and jerks him roughly, more so than Kurt would ever do but for this, it's perfect. Kurt's vision goes white and with a loud cry of Sebastian's name, he comes into the condom, his whole body convulsing and trembling and clenching around Sebastian's cock which brings him over the edge as well.


“Shit, Kurt, so good, so good for me,” he rasps as he keeps thrusting into Kurt, fucking him through both of their orgasms and wishing for a second that he wasn't wearing a condom so that he could fill his tight ass up with his come and watch it drip out of him later.


“Uuh, Sebastian, too much...” Kurt whines softly, lying boneless under Sebastian's still moving body, only twitching occasionally and gasping for air as he rides out the aftershocks of what has possibly been one of, if not the best orgasm of his life so far.


Reluctantly, Sebastian stills above him, letting go of Kurt's cock and bringing Kurt's legs back down to the mattress before slumping over him carelessly, his face once again buried in Kurt's neck.


“Oomph,” Kurt huffs at the added weight pressing him further into the bed, but it's not particularly unpleasant. Sebastian's body is warm and he keeps mouthing at Kurt's neck as he comes down from his high, which is... nice.


They lie still for a while, neither inclined to speak or move for even an inch just yet, although soon, Kurt begins to feel a little suffocated and sweaty and, oh, the condoms.


“Are you planning on moving anytime soon?” he asks quietly, shifting his legs to signal that he would like Sebastian out of him sometime in the very near future.






The other boy sighs against Kurt's neck, biting it slightly. “Fine, fine.” He raises himself up on his elbows and rolls over to lie on his back beside Kurt, pulling out of him in the process, which makes Kurt wince. Oh, he's going to be walking very gingerly tomorrow, that's for sure.


With a groan, Kurt sits up slowly and pulls his condom off, tying it and throwing it into the nearby trashcan. He pokes at Sebastian's ribs until he does the same, and then they're both lying on the bed again, starting wordlessly at the ceiling.


After a while, Kurt can't take it anymore. Sebastian might be used to the whole after-the-fuck procedure, but Kurt definitely isn't.


“So...” he begins, turning around to his side until he's facing Sebastian. “What now?”


Sebastian only rolls his eyes. “What 'what now'?” he parrots back at Kurt, meeting his eyes and grinning like the cat who just got the cream. “We have amazing sex, then possibly some more amazing sex, and then we fall asleep and wake up with a headache in the morning.”


Kurt regards him in contemplation, wondering if it really can be this easy. Maybe for Sebastian, it is. But what about himself? Is this really something Kurt, who not so long ago claimed to value the touch of fingertips more than any other kind of physical contact, can handle? And if he can't, isn't it too late already, anyway?


In the end, he decides that he really isn't in the appropriate condition to coherently discuss his morals with himself right now.


“'Amazing', huh?” he asks with an elegant raise of his eyebrow and just a little hint of a smile on his lips.




“... I know where Rachel keeps her condoms.”




And as Sebastian grins wickedly and pulls Kurt closer to lay another kiss on his already red and swollen lips, Kurt thinks that he might actually grow to tolerate this boy.


Although that's probably just the alcohol talking.