give your heart (a break), part xiii (glee, kurtbastian)
Fandom: Glee
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Sebastian, side Brody/Rachel, brief Adam/Kurt, Sebastian/OC, Isabelle, Santana, Mercedes, Puck, OCs.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, a tiny bit of homophobia, language, not entirely friendly toward Blaine.
Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.
Author's Notes: Written for the kurtbastianbang. Thank you to the lovely keesecake for the amazing fanart! This behemouth was originally going to be 20k of Sebastian and Kurt being cute in New York - obviously this shows that I can't write short fiction worth shit. All musical numbers can either be found here here or they will be linked in the story. The title is taken from "Give Your Heart a Break." Now, without further adieu--
When truth or dare putters out, they start a round of spin the bottle--Kurt remembers his last adventure with that particular game and gracefully bows out, to the boos of his friends. He retreats to the kitchen and stands at the counter for a long moment, breathing in and out, forcing calm. It’s surprisingly difficult when he remembers Sebastian’s leer at Brody, the way his hips had felt against Kurt’s--
“Tired of the nonsense?”
Kurt turns towards Sebastian, calm instantly broken. Sebastian’s always had a knack for doing that.
“Last time we had a party like this we played spin the bottle,” Kurt says. “It didn’t really end well for me.” He remembers Blaine’s hand tangled in Rachel’s hair, the shocking hurt of their argument the next day and swallows.
Sebastian doesn’t ask. “Want to get out of here again?” he asks, leaning into Kurt’s space. From the smell of him, he’s had a couple more drinks.
“No,” Kurt says, terse. “I think everyone will probably pass out soon, I should be here to drag them into semi-comfortable positions.”
Sebastian’s eyes clear a little. “Are you upset?” he asks. “About the lap dance? It was just a friendly thing, darling, no need--”
“I’m not upset,” Kurt snaps, reins himself in. “You’re right, it was just a friendly thing. It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
Sebastian smiles at him, a little tentative. “You sure?” he asks. “I know you’re not as . . . .”
Kurt’s temper rises a little. “As?” he prompts through gritted teeth.
Sebastian senses the danger, chooses his next words carefully. “As comfortable with sex as I am,” he says.
Kurt takes a deep breath. “I don’t know when you got this impression of me as some sort of blushing virgin,” he says. “But you should probably know that I’m not one.”
Sebastian backtracks in what would have been an endearing way if Kurt was less pissed. “No, no, no! Of course not! I just meant that I’ve had a lot more sex than you!” He winces, amends, “I’ve had more partners than you, so I just feel like--”
“Like what, I’m some kind of prude?” Kurt asks, on edge.
Sebastian throws his hands up. “What do you want me to say here, Kurt? You’ve always been uncomfortable whenever I talk about sex!”
Kurt is just drunk enough to not care as he spits out, “Because you’re always talking about sex with other people!”
Sebastian goes so still that he might have been frozen solid. “Kurt?” he says, lips barely moving. “Kurt, what are you--”
Kurt’s moving through a haze of drunken courage as he pushes into Sebastian’s space, leans up and presses their lips together.
There’s a moment of pure bliss as Sebastian kisses back, presses fiercely against him. Then Kurt is being pushed away--
“No,” Sebastian says, and there’s such a wrecked quality to his voice that Kurt’s too stunned to talk for a moment.
“Sebastian--” he manages.
“We’re both too drunk, Kurt,” Sebastian says. “We can’t do this, not like this.”
Kurt’s heart thuds against his ribcage. Not like this? he thinks and hope dares to rise in his chest. He steps closer to Sebastian.
“Sebastian,” he says again, softer.
Sebastian looks down at him, eyes wide and green. This close, Kurt can count his eyelashes, take in the moist bow of his mouth. “We can’t, Kurt,” Sebastian repeats, but quieter this time. He’s softening.
Kurt takes another tiny step: he and Sebastian are chest to chest now, breathing the same air. It’s hard for Kurt to think, so all he says is Sebastian’s name once more. For a long moment, they stare at each other.
Sebastian curses, crushes Kurt’s lips against his own in a sloppy, ferocious kiss. Kurt winds his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders, digs his fingers into Sebastian’s hair and kisses back, just as fierce and messy.
When they pull apart, Kurt pants, “Bedroom,” into the space between their mouths.
Sebastian’s face crumples with uncertainty. “Kurt, I don’t think--”
Kurt pulls him into another kiss, pulls away. “Bedroom,” he demands and Sebastian’s protests fall away.
-
It’s hard to concentrate with Sebastian’s mouth on his, so it takes Kurt a couple of tries to open his bedroom door. Sebastian doesn’t let him go as they stumble inside--instead he crowds close, mouth hot, panting as he presses it to Kurt’s lips, jaw line, neck. Kurt’s head falls back as Sebastian bites gently at the curve of his shoulder, and the sounds he makes as Sebastian starts to suck in the same place is strung-out, broken.
“Like that?” Sebastian murmurs, mouth muffled by Kurt’s skin.
Kurt grips Sebastian by the back of his head and pulls him back up for another kiss. “Bed,” he demands as they pull apart and Sebastian laughs.
“Easy, tiger,” he says. “Foreplay’s half the fun.”
Kurt whines before he can stop himself, because Sebastian’s hot and close and he just wants. Sebastian bops him on the nose.
“Come on,” he says, leads Kurt to his bed.
He pushes Kurt down onto it and nonchalantly arranges him to Sebastian’s liking--laying down, spread out. Sebastian stands over him, eyes hooded, dark. Kurt feels a thread of self-consciousness through the drunken horniness and tries to sit up. Sebastian, however, just pushes him back down again and casually climbs onto the bed and over him, hips settling comfortably over Kurt’s.
“You know, I told you once that I’d never sleep with someone who looks like you,” Sebastian says, leaning down into Kurt’s space so that they are eye to eye. Kurt shivers. “I probably should tell you that that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.”
He presses a kiss to Kurt’s mouth. Kurt stares up at him as they part, feeling vulnerable, for some strange reason. “Because you’ll sleep with me anyways?” he asks without meaning to.
An odd expression crosses Sebastian’s face before he says, “Because you’re fucking gorgeous, darling.” As he presses another kiss to Kurt’s mouth, he adds, “And I’m lucky to be right where I am.”
Kurt’s not sure why he feels like crying, why there’s this strange, solemn mood over the two of them now. Suddenly desperate to throw that feeling off, he wraps his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and pulls him down lower so that he’s lying on top of Kurt, their chest touching. They kiss deeply, tongues intertwining and Kurt bucks upward without meaning to--and groans when their hips align, cocks brushing through fabric.
Sebastian thrusts down against him and they’re rocking together, messy and uncoordinated and drunk. Kurt bites Sebastian’s lip when he grinds down too hard and Sebastian gasps--Kurt bites his lip again just to hear that sound once more. Sebastian presses kisses to Kurt’s cheek, down his jaw line, his ear--
“Little bitch,” he whispers before biting the edge of Kurt’s ear lobe. Kurt’s hips jump and he can’t quite stop the moan. He can feel Sebastian’s smirk against the skin of his neck and, to get his revenge, he shifts, wraps a leg around Sebastian’s knee and pulls him in closer, thrusting upward. When Sebastian shudders above him, Kurt lets out a smirk of his own.
They rock together, and Kurt’s blinded by the heat, the friction, the pleasure of it--sparks line up his spine and he realizes, with a bit of amused dismay, that he’s one thrust away from coming in his pants like he’s seventeen and experimenting with Blaine for the first time all over again. As if sensing this, Sebastian pulls away, stares down at Kurt with lust-blown eyes, panting. Kurt stares up at him, the wet bow of his mouth.
“Can I blow you?” Sebastian asks and Kurt jumps. “Kurt, can I--”
“Yes,” Kurt breathes and Sebastian’s moving down before Kurt can say anything else, flicking open the button to Kurt’s jeans with such easy grace that Kurt’s reminded how much Sebastian has done this before. It’s easy to forget that thought when Sebastian reaches in and pulls out Kurt’s cock--Kurt arches into the warm touch of his hands and forgets everything else.
“Christ, Hummel,” Sebastian says, rubbing the head. “Who knew you were packing away something like this?”
“Can there be less talking,” Kurt pants, “and more blowing from your end?”
Sebastian laughs and Kurt, even with his building frustration at being so close to coming and not able to, softens a little at the sound, at the knowledge that Sebastian is comfortable enough with him to joke in bed. He’s drunk, but he still knows better than to be hopeful that this will turn out the way he wants--and yet, hope rises.
“As the master commands,” Sebastian says, and lowers his mouth to Kurt’s cock.
Sebastian, Kurt decides, is the ultimate tease--he lingers over the head of Kurt’s cock and puts his hands on Kurt’s hips to keep him from straining upward to force the issue--when Kurt glances down, Sebastian smirks up at him, mouth full of dick, and Kurt doesn’t want to find that hot, but his body has other ideas.
“Sebastian,” he moans. “Come on--”
Sebastian pulls off. “Did you want something, princess?” he asks, teasing. “What’s the magic word?”
Kurt glares at him. “Would you please,” he says through gritted teeth, “suck my cock already?”
Sebastian laughs again. “As you wish,” he says and bows down for a second time--however instead of lingering and teasing, he buries his mouth over Kurt’s cock until his nose brushes Kurt’s stomach. Kurt half-screams, bucks upward into the warm, wet heat, feels his cock head slide down Sebastian’s throat. Sebastian sucks him down easily and Kurt has a moment to realize that Sebastian either doesn’t have a gag reflex or trained himself out of it before he loses his mind to pleasure.
Sebastian’s hands are still firm on Kurt’s hips, but Kurt manages to rock into Sebastian’s mouth in tiny little thrusts, and even that little amount of friction makes Kurt hurry towards coming almost embarrassingly quick. When he glances down, Sebastian’s eyes are fixed on him--when their eyes meet, Sebastian hums, long and loud, and the vibrations on Kurt’s cock are enough to send him spiralling over the edge of orgasm, pleasure-blissed and sated.
When he comes back to himself, Sebastian is hovering over him, eyes dark and hooded. Kurt stares at the drop of come at the edge of Sebastian’s mouth, reaches up to wipe it off with his thumb. Sebastian’s eyes close at the touch and Kurt’s finger linger there against Sebastian’s plush lower lip.
“What can I do for you?” Kurt asks, voice a little hoarse.
Sebastian smiles down at him. “No need, darling,” he says.
Kurt’s eyes widen and he glances down--even in the dim light, it’s easy to see a wet splotch against Sebastian’s jeans. Sebastian leans down to kiss him and he tastes of Kurt’s come.
“I really like giving blowjobs,” Sebastian admits against his lips. “And you’re pretty hot when you come, Kurt Hummel.”
Kurt shivers a little, but it’s far too soon for him to get hard again. As he relaxes into the kiss, he feels sleepiness start to drift over him.
“You should change,” Kurt says between kisses, yawning a little. “Those will be disgusting in the morning.”
Sebastian pauses. “You want me to stay?” he asks.
Kurt remembers that there’s a reason he’s not supposed to want to: between the leftover drunkenness, his orgasm, and the sleepiness, he can’t remember what it is.
“Yes,” Kurt says, firm. “Cuddle time.”
There’s a long pause and then Sebastian sighs. Kurt’s eyes are closed, but he can hear Sebastian shifting, the sound of clothes being taken off before the bed dips again and Sebastian curls into his side.
“Don’t think I do this for everyone,” Sebastian threatens in his ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Kurt murmurs and falls into a deep, satisfied sleep.
-
Kurt wakes to an arm across his waist and an unfamiliar body pressed against his. For a moment he lies still, mind furiously processing and then he remembers--
He turns his head, sees Sebastian’s sleeping face so close to his and bites down around a scream.
“Shit,” he whispers, and his breath stirs Sebastian’s eyelashes. For a moment Sebastian shifts, eyelids flickering, and Kurt holds his breath until he settles back into a deep sleep. Then, careful and slow, Kurt unwinds Sebastian’s arm from his waist, slips out of the bed.
Kurt’s bedroom was empty except for Sebastian, but outside of it, his friends are strewn across the floor like a game of 52 pick up - Santana piled on top of Mike, Rachel and Mercedes on each other’s shoulder, Puck curled around Brody. Quinn, when he checks, is huddled in Rachel’s bed, snoring. They are all fast asleep, probably knocked unconscious by the serious amount of booze they inhaled. Kurt takes a deep breath.
He needs to get out of there. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen when Sebastian wakes up, when he remembers, but he does know that it won’t be anything good. At best, Sebastian will shrug it off as a drunken sexcapade--at worst, he’ll call of their friendship, avoid Kurt. Honestly, Kurt’s screwed either way--he’s not sure he can handle Sebastian joking about last night, treating it casually.
Kurt checks on Quinn to make sure she’s alright and then slips out of Rachel’s bedroom. He freezes when he sees Sebastian in the doorway of his room, half-naked and sleepy-eyed. His hair is a tangled tuft plastered to one side of his head, and the sight is so ridiculously endearing that Kurt’s heart aches a little.
“Kurt?” Sebastian slurs. “Where’re you going?”
Kurt’s heart hammers in his throat. “Out for coffee,” he manages to cough out. “For when everyone wakes up.”
Sebastian’s face clears up a little and he straightens as he comes awake more. “Oh,” he says.
There’s a long, awkward pause.
“You should probably get dressed to do that,” Sebastian observes.
Kurt flushes as he realizes he’s shirtless, pants hanging off his hips. A ghost of a smile teases at the edge of Sebastian’s mouth, but he doesn’t comment as Kurt hurries past him into his bedroom to get dressed.
part xiv
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Sebastian, side Brody/Rachel, brief Adam/Kurt, Sebastian/OC, Isabelle, Santana, Mercedes, Puck, OCs.
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, a tiny bit of homophobia, language, not entirely friendly toward Blaine.
Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.
Author's Notes: Written for the kurtbastianbang. Thank you to the lovely keesecake for the amazing fanart! This behemouth was originally going to be 20k of Sebastian and Kurt being cute in New York - obviously this shows that I can't write short fiction worth shit. All musical numbers can either be found here here or they will be linked in the story. The title is taken from "Give Your Heart a Break." Now, without further adieu--
When truth or dare putters out, they start a round of spin the bottle--Kurt remembers his last adventure with that particular game and gracefully bows out, to the boos of his friends. He retreats to the kitchen and stands at the counter for a long moment, breathing in and out, forcing calm. It’s surprisingly difficult when he remembers Sebastian’s leer at Brody, the way his hips had felt against Kurt’s--
“Tired of the nonsense?”
Kurt turns towards Sebastian, calm instantly broken. Sebastian’s always had a knack for doing that.
“Last time we had a party like this we played spin the bottle,” Kurt says. “It didn’t really end well for me.” He remembers Blaine’s hand tangled in Rachel’s hair, the shocking hurt of their argument the next day and swallows.
Sebastian doesn’t ask. “Want to get out of here again?” he asks, leaning into Kurt’s space. From the smell of him, he’s had a couple more drinks.
“No,” Kurt says, terse. “I think everyone will probably pass out soon, I should be here to drag them into semi-comfortable positions.”
Sebastian’s eyes clear a little. “Are you upset?” he asks. “About the lap dance? It was just a friendly thing, darling, no need--”
“I’m not upset,” Kurt snaps, reins himself in. “You’re right, it was just a friendly thing. It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”
Sebastian smiles at him, a little tentative. “You sure?” he asks. “I know you’re not as . . . .”
Kurt’s temper rises a little. “As?” he prompts through gritted teeth.
Sebastian senses the danger, chooses his next words carefully. “As comfortable with sex as I am,” he says.
Kurt takes a deep breath. “I don’t know when you got this impression of me as some sort of blushing virgin,” he says. “But you should probably know that I’m not one.”
Sebastian backtracks in what would have been an endearing way if Kurt was less pissed. “No, no, no! Of course not! I just meant that I’ve had a lot more sex than you!” He winces, amends, “I’ve had more partners than you, so I just feel like--”
“Like what, I’m some kind of prude?” Kurt asks, on edge.
Sebastian throws his hands up. “What do you want me to say here, Kurt? You’ve always been uncomfortable whenever I talk about sex!”
Kurt is just drunk enough to not care as he spits out, “Because you’re always talking about sex with other people!”
Sebastian goes so still that he might have been frozen solid. “Kurt?” he says, lips barely moving. “Kurt, what are you--”
Kurt’s moving through a haze of drunken courage as he pushes into Sebastian’s space, leans up and presses their lips together.
There’s a moment of pure bliss as Sebastian kisses back, presses fiercely against him. Then Kurt is being pushed away--
“No,” Sebastian says, and there’s such a wrecked quality to his voice that Kurt’s too stunned to talk for a moment.
“Sebastian--” he manages.
“We’re both too drunk, Kurt,” Sebastian says. “We can’t do this, not like this.”
Kurt’s heart thuds against his ribcage. Not like this? he thinks and hope dares to rise in his chest. He steps closer to Sebastian.
“Sebastian,” he says again, softer.
Sebastian looks down at him, eyes wide and green. This close, Kurt can count his eyelashes, take in the moist bow of his mouth. “We can’t, Kurt,” Sebastian repeats, but quieter this time. He’s softening.
Kurt takes another tiny step: he and Sebastian are chest to chest now, breathing the same air. It’s hard for Kurt to think, so all he says is Sebastian’s name once more. For a long moment, they stare at each other.
Sebastian curses, crushes Kurt’s lips against his own in a sloppy, ferocious kiss. Kurt winds his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders, digs his fingers into Sebastian’s hair and kisses back, just as fierce and messy.
When they pull apart, Kurt pants, “Bedroom,” into the space between their mouths.
Sebastian’s face crumples with uncertainty. “Kurt, I don’t think--”
Kurt pulls him into another kiss, pulls away. “Bedroom,” he demands and Sebastian’s protests fall away.
-
It’s hard to concentrate with Sebastian’s mouth on his, so it takes Kurt a couple of tries to open his bedroom door. Sebastian doesn’t let him go as they stumble inside--instead he crowds close, mouth hot, panting as he presses it to Kurt’s lips, jaw line, neck. Kurt’s head falls back as Sebastian bites gently at the curve of his shoulder, and the sounds he makes as Sebastian starts to suck in the same place is strung-out, broken.
“Like that?” Sebastian murmurs, mouth muffled by Kurt’s skin.
Kurt grips Sebastian by the back of his head and pulls him back up for another kiss. “Bed,” he demands as they pull apart and Sebastian laughs.
“Easy, tiger,” he says. “Foreplay’s half the fun.”
Kurt whines before he can stop himself, because Sebastian’s hot and close and he just wants. Sebastian bops him on the nose.
“Come on,” he says, leads Kurt to his bed.
He pushes Kurt down onto it and nonchalantly arranges him to Sebastian’s liking--laying down, spread out. Sebastian stands over him, eyes hooded, dark. Kurt feels a thread of self-consciousness through the drunken horniness and tries to sit up. Sebastian, however, just pushes him back down again and casually climbs onto the bed and over him, hips settling comfortably over Kurt’s.
“You know, I told you once that I’d never sleep with someone who looks like you,” Sebastian says, leaning down into Kurt’s space so that they are eye to eye. Kurt shivers. “I probably should tell you that that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.”
He presses a kiss to Kurt’s mouth. Kurt stares up at him as they part, feeling vulnerable, for some strange reason. “Because you’ll sleep with me anyways?” he asks without meaning to.
An odd expression crosses Sebastian’s face before he says, “Because you’re fucking gorgeous, darling.” As he presses another kiss to Kurt’s mouth, he adds, “And I’m lucky to be right where I am.”
Kurt’s not sure why he feels like crying, why there’s this strange, solemn mood over the two of them now. Suddenly desperate to throw that feeling off, he wraps his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders and pulls him down lower so that he’s lying on top of Kurt, their chest touching. They kiss deeply, tongues intertwining and Kurt bucks upward without meaning to--and groans when their hips align, cocks brushing through fabric.
Sebastian thrusts down against him and they’re rocking together, messy and uncoordinated and drunk. Kurt bites Sebastian’s lip when he grinds down too hard and Sebastian gasps--Kurt bites his lip again just to hear that sound once more. Sebastian presses kisses to Kurt’s cheek, down his jaw line, his ear--
“Little bitch,” he whispers before biting the edge of Kurt’s ear lobe. Kurt’s hips jump and he can’t quite stop the moan. He can feel Sebastian’s smirk against the skin of his neck and, to get his revenge, he shifts, wraps a leg around Sebastian’s knee and pulls him in closer, thrusting upward. When Sebastian shudders above him, Kurt lets out a smirk of his own.
They rock together, and Kurt’s blinded by the heat, the friction, the pleasure of it--sparks line up his spine and he realizes, with a bit of amused dismay, that he’s one thrust away from coming in his pants like he’s seventeen and experimenting with Blaine for the first time all over again. As if sensing this, Sebastian pulls away, stares down at Kurt with lust-blown eyes, panting. Kurt stares up at him, the wet bow of his mouth.
“Can I blow you?” Sebastian asks and Kurt jumps. “Kurt, can I--”
“Yes,” Kurt breathes and Sebastian’s moving down before Kurt can say anything else, flicking open the button to Kurt’s jeans with such easy grace that Kurt’s reminded how much Sebastian has done this before. It’s easy to forget that thought when Sebastian reaches in and pulls out Kurt’s cock--Kurt arches into the warm touch of his hands and forgets everything else.
“Christ, Hummel,” Sebastian says, rubbing the head. “Who knew you were packing away something like this?”
“Can there be less talking,” Kurt pants, “and more blowing from your end?”
Sebastian laughs and Kurt, even with his building frustration at being so close to coming and not able to, softens a little at the sound, at the knowledge that Sebastian is comfortable enough with him to joke in bed. He’s drunk, but he still knows better than to be hopeful that this will turn out the way he wants--and yet, hope rises.
“As the master commands,” Sebastian says, and lowers his mouth to Kurt’s cock.
Sebastian, Kurt decides, is the ultimate tease--he lingers over the head of Kurt’s cock and puts his hands on Kurt’s hips to keep him from straining upward to force the issue--when Kurt glances down, Sebastian smirks up at him, mouth full of dick, and Kurt doesn’t want to find that hot, but his body has other ideas.
“Sebastian,” he moans. “Come on--”
Sebastian pulls off. “Did you want something, princess?” he asks, teasing. “What’s the magic word?”
Kurt glares at him. “Would you please,” he says through gritted teeth, “suck my cock already?”
Sebastian laughs again. “As you wish,” he says and bows down for a second time--however instead of lingering and teasing, he buries his mouth over Kurt’s cock until his nose brushes Kurt’s stomach. Kurt half-screams, bucks upward into the warm, wet heat, feels his cock head slide down Sebastian’s throat. Sebastian sucks him down easily and Kurt has a moment to realize that Sebastian either doesn’t have a gag reflex or trained himself out of it before he loses his mind to pleasure.
Sebastian’s hands are still firm on Kurt’s hips, but Kurt manages to rock into Sebastian’s mouth in tiny little thrusts, and even that little amount of friction makes Kurt hurry towards coming almost embarrassingly quick. When he glances down, Sebastian’s eyes are fixed on him--when their eyes meet, Sebastian hums, long and loud, and the vibrations on Kurt’s cock are enough to send him spiralling over the edge of orgasm, pleasure-blissed and sated.
When he comes back to himself, Sebastian is hovering over him, eyes dark and hooded. Kurt stares at the drop of come at the edge of Sebastian’s mouth, reaches up to wipe it off with his thumb. Sebastian’s eyes close at the touch and Kurt’s finger linger there against Sebastian’s plush lower lip.
“What can I do for you?” Kurt asks, voice a little hoarse.
Sebastian smiles down at him. “No need, darling,” he says.
Kurt’s eyes widen and he glances down--even in the dim light, it’s easy to see a wet splotch against Sebastian’s jeans. Sebastian leans down to kiss him and he tastes of Kurt’s come.
“I really like giving blowjobs,” Sebastian admits against his lips. “And you’re pretty hot when you come, Kurt Hummel.”
Kurt shivers a little, but it’s far too soon for him to get hard again. As he relaxes into the kiss, he feels sleepiness start to drift over him.
“You should change,” Kurt says between kisses, yawning a little. “Those will be disgusting in the morning.”
Sebastian pauses. “You want me to stay?” he asks.
Kurt remembers that there’s a reason he’s not supposed to want to: between the leftover drunkenness, his orgasm, and the sleepiness, he can’t remember what it is.
“Yes,” Kurt says, firm. “Cuddle time.”
There’s a long pause and then Sebastian sighs. Kurt’s eyes are closed, but he can hear Sebastian shifting, the sound of clothes being taken off before the bed dips again and Sebastian curls into his side.
“Don’t think I do this for everyone,” Sebastian threatens in his ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Kurt murmurs and falls into a deep, satisfied sleep.
-
Kurt wakes to an arm across his waist and an unfamiliar body pressed against his. For a moment he lies still, mind furiously processing and then he remembers--
He turns his head, sees Sebastian’s sleeping face so close to his and bites down around a scream.
“Shit,” he whispers, and his breath stirs Sebastian’s eyelashes. For a moment Sebastian shifts, eyelids flickering, and Kurt holds his breath until he settles back into a deep sleep. Then, careful and slow, Kurt unwinds Sebastian’s arm from his waist, slips out of the bed.
Kurt’s bedroom was empty except for Sebastian, but outside of it, his friends are strewn across the floor like a game of 52 pick up - Santana piled on top of Mike, Rachel and Mercedes on each other’s shoulder, Puck curled around Brody. Quinn, when he checks, is huddled in Rachel’s bed, snoring. They are all fast asleep, probably knocked unconscious by the serious amount of booze they inhaled. Kurt takes a deep breath.
He needs to get out of there. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen when Sebastian wakes up, when he remembers, but he does know that it won’t be anything good. At best, Sebastian will shrug it off as a drunken sexcapade--at worst, he’ll call of their friendship, avoid Kurt. Honestly, Kurt’s screwed either way--he’s not sure he can handle Sebastian joking about last night, treating it casually.
Kurt checks on Quinn to make sure she’s alright and then slips out of Rachel’s bedroom. He freezes when he sees Sebastian in the doorway of his room, half-naked and sleepy-eyed. His hair is a tangled tuft plastered to one side of his head, and the sight is so ridiculously endearing that Kurt’s heart aches a little.
“Kurt?” Sebastian slurs. “Where’re you going?”
Kurt’s heart hammers in his throat. “Out for coffee,” he manages to cough out. “For when everyone wakes up.”
Sebastian’s face clears up a little and he straightens as he comes awake more. “Oh,” he says.
There’s a long, awkward pause.
“You should probably get dressed to do that,” Sebastian observes.
Kurt flushes as he realizes he’s shirtless, pants hanging off his hips. A ghost of a smile teases at the edge of Sebastian’s mouth, but he doesn’t comment as Kurt hurries past him into his bedroom to get dressed.
part xiv