Even porcelain can become filth.

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Sebastian could hear the soft thump-thump of Kurt’s feet on the stairs and immediately every nerve in his body started buzzing. It was a strange thing to feel nervous. So little affected the great Sebastian Smythe, but after the night they had he was understandably anxious to come face-to-face with his best friend again. What if Kurt hated him for forcing his secret out into the open like that? What if he didn’t want to be friends anymore? He had to take a deep breath before Kurt came into the kitchen so he wouldn’t look like a frazzled mess.

But with a few words from his friend, Sebastian’s fears practically dissipated. “That’s not fair, I only caught the stove on fire once,” he argued with a chuckle. “I can’t promise that it will be any good, but it will help with the hangover.” He had been up for a while and had nibbled while he cooked, so his own hangover had dulled to a throb at the back of his skull.

Kurt couldn’t help but to snort in response to Sebastian’s retort about the stove catching fire. The idiot that he was Kurt doubted it was only once and really the image was what brought a small grin to his face as he sipped the bitter liquid which eased the throb slightly against his temples.

“I guess this once I won’t bother to complain, but don’t expect it again.” Kurt offers, grimacing that his voice still doesn’t sound all that great and he instantly regrets all the alcohol he allowed himself the night before. If his head wasn’t paying for it, his voice was.

Sliding into a seat to stay out of the way but relieve his shaky legs to hold his weight any longer, he sets his mug on the bar with a soft groan from the back of his throat. “What ever slop you’re making, it smells good. How long have you been “cooking” exactly?” He makes vicious air quotes with his fingers, though his tired smirk doesn’t offer any malice.

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Sebastian had always been an early riser, hungover or not. The throbbing behind his eyes was too much to ignore as the sun rose, and had to drag himself out of bed before eight. Kurt had been restless all night and he was careful not to wake him, tucking the blankets in around his best friend after he got out of bed. He got a fresh bottle of water from the fridge and left it on the bedside table with two aspirin for Kurt to take when he woke up.

A lot had happened the night before, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Knowing Kurt’s secret didn’t change anything for him, even now when he wasn’t intoxicated and horny. But it had been a big deal for Kurt, he had been upset, and Sebastian wasn’t good with emotional situations. He figured he would just have to take it one step at a time, wait to see how Kurt treated him when he woke up.

Sebastian busied himself with breakfast. Coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. All the things he knew were supposed to help with a hangover. He had never been much of a cook, the Smythe’s always had maids for that, but he could handle breakfast without causing a fire. He hoped the smell would prompt his best friend out of bed.

The longer he stayed in bed, the longer the scent of food was enticing him to move. The pills having been swallowed first, letting that settle in hopes of it doing its job quickly as he got up to force himself out of the bedroom. His head throbbed slightly as he descended the staircase, arms folded as an automatic physical defense to shut himself off to any questions he could just sense were coming when he came face to face with whomever was in the kitchen.

The sight of Sebastian hovering over the stove flipping bacon was something he couldn’t remember in the back of his mind. Since when did this guy cook? “Trying to burn the house down?” Kurt can’t help but ask, and oh his voice comes out croaky and scratched. He sounds awful and he winces at the sound of it. Quickly distracting himself with locating a mug of coffee to soothe his throat from whatever was lodged in it.

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The recent events of the night had gotten lost among the fuzzy dreams and tossing and turning in bed for when Kurt woke up he had to lie there for a good few minutes, trying to recall whose house he was in, why he wasn’t wearing his clothes but another persons, and where the throbbing headache was not going away with the drifting in and out of sleep. For a moment he swore someone was in bed with him, but he seemed to doze off and woke up again alone. Who ever it was he deemed a person he trusted, and that memory thought dawned on his tired brain that it could only be one Sebastian Smythe. And all at once, the memories of the previous night crashed in, surrounding him in the second hand-embarrassment. His secret was out.

Groaning, he pulls the covers up and over his head, hoping to will himself back to sleep. He doubted Sebastian would disturb him if he was sleeping since he didn’t know how many times he woke up on his own and his childhood best friend hadn’t once tried to wake him up. So he at least had that in his favor.

The scent of coffee drifted through the slightly opened door and he heard his stomach growl up at him in protest. Whether it was because he wanted to puke his guts up or actually eat something was a whole other matter to battle with himself over. He didn’t feel like willing himself out of bed. Not yet. Just a few minutes longer.

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Teasing for Pleasing.

assholessmythe:

Sebastian liked to think of himself a the bitchiest guardian angel. He had no problem dragging someone down if they were sitting too high on their pedestal. But on the other hand, he had a soft spot for the underdogs and looked out for the people he deemed worthy enough. And Kurt was one of those people. Hell, Kurt had always been one of those people. When they were young and played in the sandbox, Sebastian had always stood up to the older kids who had thought it would be funny to pick on Kurt for being a pretty peach of a boy.

Now was no different from than, even if instead or bullies it was Kurt’s own inner demons that needed to be fought off.

He pushed himself up on one elbow to stare down at his best friend in the dim light. “Think about that for a moment, really think about it.” He arched one challenging eyebrow at him. “If I wanted you purely because I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten to experience your mouth, do you honestly think my first thought would be how badly I want to spend a hour with my head between your thighs?” Sebastian trailed his fingers slowly up and down Kurt’s arm as he talked. It was an almost subconscious action of just wanting to touch his best friend. “Despite popular belief I’m not that selfish, and like giving as much as I like receiving.”

Tongue pressing into his inner cheek, Kurt can only snort as he drops back against the pillow with a shake of his head. Sebastian Smythe, not selfish? Even his alcohol buzzed brain wasn’t buying that. Although the tough to his arm was having him silently wanting to give in, just this once, he pushed it down quickly before he would wake up in total regret. “Well lucky for you, you aren’t going to be giving anything since you aren’t receiving anything. Period.”

Kurt’s fingers curl around the fabric of the pillow case, his eyes dropping closed. He was still feeling a bit shaken up and light headed from all that happened that night. First getting turned on by Sebastian Smythe of all people then getting his secret found out, he was remembering why he didn’t let himself get drunk.

“You’ll change your mind in the morning, Smythe.” He reassures, more to himself then to Sebastian, “Just try and get some sleep. And don’t even think about doing anything to me in my sleep, or I’ll have your balls on a stick.”

Teasing for Pleasing.

Sebastian was trying to do the understanding friend thing, he really was, but he couldn’t help but to scoff at best friends words. It was completely ridiculous. And it was a little amusing to him that bad ass Kurt Hummel was scared of what people would think about his body. Especially considering how hot it was.

Sebastian laid back and rolled next to Kurt, close enough that he could feel the warmth of his body but not quite touching. “Who fed you that load of bullshit?” He asked rhetorically, staring at the back of Kurt’s head. “You don’t have control over your body any more than you do your sexuality. You didn’t choose to be gay or not to have a dick. This doesn’t make you a freak, and anyone that says differently is likely too ignorant to figure out how to pull their head out of their asshole.” Sebastian was partly serious, and partly trying to lighten the stiff atmosphere.

Sebastian paused for a moment, leaning closer just enough to brush his lips against Kurt’s neck. “And for the record, I would still go down on you,” he murmured, a smirk pulling at his lips.

The body heat of Sebastian joining him on the bed then getting relatively close against his back. He still refused to move, chewing on his tongue and the inside of his cheek. He knew his best friend had a point, he didn’t have control over his body. He didn’t ask to be born this way, he just was. The only control he had was over how he handled himself and the choices he made in the end. But it was the knowledge that the majority would be completely turned off by him.

“Still a freak,” he mumbles as a response, curling tighter around himself the best he could. He could feel the lips against his neck and he allowed himself to enjoy it. Eyes closing, he lets out a slow breath of air to release the tension in his shoulders. He may have let himself drift off to that feeling, but Sebastian’s words caused him to tense again. Was this guy serious?

“What?” Kurt stammers, not being able to help himself as he turns to make eye contact with the boy over his shoulder. “You’re just saying that because you’re the only boy in school who I haven’t gone down on. And you want a turn.”

Teasing for Pleasing.

The whole situation had left Sebastian feeling sobered, like Kurt’s panicked voice had drained some of the alcohol from his system. Of course, his head was still a little fuzzy and he didn’t feel completely steady on his feet, but he wasn’t sure if that was from alcohol or arousal. Maybe a bit of both. After Kurt snatched the clean clothes from him, he went downstairs to grab two water bottles from the fridge. Hopefully it would dilute some of the alcohol in their systems and help Sebastian think straight.

Going back into his room, he set one of the bottles on the nightstand for Kurt, taking a swig from the other as he perched cross-legged on the edge of the bed. Tonight was supposed to be fun. Some drinking, some dancing, some kissing… He knew that he had pushed things too far though. But now he understood why all the guys at school said Kurt didn’t fuck, he knew the secret his best friend had been keeping so tight-lipped about. And it was much more of a turn on than he would have ever imagined it would be.

By the time Kurt came back out of the bathroom, Sebastian’s boner had finally –– thankfully, because god, it was starting to hurt –– deflated. Though the arousal was still stirring in his stomach. His bright green eyes snapped up to meet Kurt’s when he spoke, and he knew the shock was evident on his face. “Of course not, it’s none of their business. I’m an asshole but I wouldn’t ever out someone And–” he paused suddenly feeling nervous, green almost. “And it doesn’t change anything here,” he wagged a finger between them. Sebastian had almost said ‘between us’ but that sounded like they were more than what they were. They were just friends, they weren’t an us.

Kurt was chewing his bottom lip raw to the point of it almost bleeding. He really didn’t want Sebastian to tell anyone, but he definitely didn’t want to lose his only best friend to his secret being out. All he could think of right now was how Sebastian knew. Sebastian saw that he didn’t have what was said to be normal. He was a freak, and if he wasn’t a total bad ass, he may have started to tear up and cry like a total baby. Of course he didn’t. He was stronger than that, even if he wasn’t in his sober mind.

“Thank you,” is all Kurt says, or more like whispers as he shuffles towards the bed. Even after being uncovered for what he was, he didn’t want to be alone. And since Sebastian was saying he wouldn’t tell a soul, Kurt knew he could trust him still. Or at least he was hoping he could. Which was the only reason he bothered to get on the bed and get under the blankets, needing to be covered as much as possible. “I hope you know I didn’t ask for this...I can’t help it...I can’t change it. I’m a freak, and I know it.”

Offering Sebastian one last pitiful look, Kurt slips down on the bed and rolls on his side, back to Sebastian. Maybe he’d fall asleep and this was going to all go away when he woke up. It may have been a bad dream. A nightmare that never happened which meant Sebastian wouldn’t know his secret, and he could carry on with his life as he always had been. A cock-sucking bad ass who turned every guy in his wake on since they would see him as a normal average guy.

Teasing for Pleasing.

Sebastian could only stare dumbly as Kurt disappeared into his bathroom. His sluggish brain slowly starting to make sense of what had just happened in front of him. He dragged his eyes slowly away from the closed bathroom door to the packer that was now on the floor next to the bed. Kurt wasn’t like most guys. Sebastian had heard of men with pussies, but it was such a rare phenomenon that he had never given it much thought. But now, knowing that the man in his bathroom, his best friend, was one of them it was suddenly all Sebastian wanted to think about.

He wanted to see. Was Kurt’s groin hairless and smooth like his chest and jaw? Was is delicately pale like the rest of him, or flushed pink? Was he turned on? Was that why he had kept saying he was so wet? Sebastian wanted to feel. The bump of his clit and slick skin. God, what did he taste like? Semen generally had an unpleasant salty taste, though Sebastian had grown used to that over the years. Would Kurt be salty like that, or would he taste sweeter? Or, would he be able to taste the bite of cigarettes on him?

Shaking his head as if that would dislodge the thoughts, Sebastian pushed himself up off his bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants that did nothing to hide his persistent boner before pulling clothes out for Kurt. The other man had only demanded sweatpants, but he got him a faded t-shirt and pair of briefs as well. He doubted the briefs would fit properly without the packer but it would be better than staying in wet underwear all night. That thought sent a shiver of arousal down his spine and he swore at himself. He was not going to survive this night without getting himself off at least once.

“Kurt,” he called softly, trying to push down his arousal, knocking the backs of his knuckles against the bathroom door. “Can I come in? I have clothes.”

Managing to get into the bathroom itself, Kurt shuts the door behind him which causes him to almost crash into the sink since his drunken body wasn’t used to the room or where things were placed. It only resulted in him receiving a bruise on his hip but he handled it with grace and a few choice curse words under his breath. His reflection in the bathroom mirror wasn’t exactly one of grace either. His hair was a mess, almost like a bad hook-up gone wrong the morning after. His sober self was going to chastise his drunk self tomorrow. For a lot of reasons.

The dampness between his legs was cooling and really not feeling the greatest which was enough for him to reach down and quickly remove his pants, letting them pool around his ankles so he could clumsily step out of them. It did end with him on the floor, wriggling out of his pants so he could kick them aside remaining in just his underwear.

The knock on the door had the porcelain boy grabbing for something to cover himself. He was still so humiliated and ashamed that he was this soaking wet and not in the comfort of his own home to take care of the problem. He didn’t know where Sebastian kept anything, let alone knowing he could soak through clothing to make his secret well known. He was still riding the illusion with being drunk, that Sebastian hadn’t put the pieces together. Still, he stood up, grabbed the nearest towel to wrap around his waist as he opens the door a bit so he could snatch the clothes with a small and meek: “Thank you.” Although he did quickly close the door, needing to keep his space safe from being seen.

It did take him a good twenty minutes just to change clothes, his hand and eye coordination not connecting with one another which only ended him bumping into things and hopping around the bathroom on one leg. He did come out without breaking anything by some god given miracle, dumping his dirty clothes in a neat pile next to the bed then folds his arms, proving how vulnerable he felt.

“You won’t tell anyone will you?”

Teasing for Pleasing.

If his mind hadn’t been so clouded by alcohol, Sebastian probably would have backed off. This wasn’t some nameless bar twink under him, this was Kurt, his best friend. But he wasn’t sober, he was a horney drunk and felt brave enough in that moment to push his luck a little. So when Kurt pushed against his chest, he matched the pressure. Stubbornly refusing to move away. “S’okay,” he murmured, voice slurred slightly. He dipped his head to trail his mouth over Kurt’s jaw, nipping lightly at the tender skin just under his eat. “I don’t want a gay bar superstar, I want you.” He flicked his bright eyes back up to Kurt’s before adding in a husky purr, “And I know you want me too.”

Sebastian pulled his fingers from the other male’s waistband only to move his palm down to rub over his groin. He paused at the feel, forehead creasing with confusion. Sebastian had always prided himself on how much he slept around, he touched enough dicks to know the weight and feel of one. But the bulge under his palm wasn’t right. Maybe if he was sober he would have been able to put the pieces together, but Sebastian couldn’t figure out why exactly the shape of Kurt just felt kind of… Unnatural? Almost prosthetic?

Sebastian pulled back slightly so that he could really see Kurt’s face, but his hand didn’t move away from the front of his pants. His fuzzy mind was racing trying to understand what exactly this meant. His fingers gave an experimental squeeze around the shape. Kurt had said he was too wet but Sebastian hadn’t felt any real wetness on his skin or clothes? But didn’t – maybe Kurt –no, that didn’t make sense. They had grown up together, surely Sebastian would have noticed if his best friend – he couldn’t hide something like that – could he? “Kurt?” He asked softly, hoping for an explanation.

Kurt’s alcoholic frizzed brain was slowly realizing what was happening. Even if it was happening as if in slow-motion, the warning bells were ringing in his head. He hadn’t let anyone touch him below the belt and there was a very good reason for it. Because he didn’t hold the very thing most other gay men were thirsting for. It wasn’t like he could grow one and getting any type of surgery just wasn’t worth it. He had made peace--or at least he told himself he had--with his body, but he couldn’t handle the rejection for something he couldn’t control.

He could feel the prop stuffed in his shorts being pressed against his actual body and shifting. It wasn’t natural. And by how Sebastian was reacting, drunk or not, Kurt knew he could tell it wasn’t normal. Already blood was draining from his face and he almost felt sick. Luckily he could handle his liquor well enough to not lose control of his stomach contents just yet, saving them both a nasty clean-up.

Sitting up again, Kurt gives another weak push at Sebastian’s chest in hopes of getting the added weight on his lap to remove itself. It only ended up with Kurt just wrestling Sebastian to the bed instead. “You shouldn’t be touching that,” the brunette huffs out. With the sudden movement and Sebastian’s grasp, the packer manages to get itself lodged against his pelvis in a rather uncomfortable position. Since Sebastian had already dislodged it, Kurt could only roll away from Sebastian so he could undo his own pants and remove the packer. giving it a lame toss against the bed before fixing his pants and making the struggle with gravity to get up and make a line for the bathroom.

“Don’t look at me! Don’t touch me! Get me sweat pants!” He barks out, stumbling over his own footing towards the private bathroom.

Teasing for Pleasing.

Sebastian was only dimly aware of Kurt speaking, his focus tunneled to Kurt’s bare torso, and it took a moment for the words to register with his brain. He licked over his lips and dragged his bright green eyes up to meet Kurt’s. “You feel wet?” He questioned softly but didn’t think too much on it. He pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of Kurt’s head, shifting his weight more onto his arms so that he wasn’t sitting directly on Kurt. The new position brought their faces closer together, Sebastian’s nose almost brushing his friend’s cheek.

His lips ghosted against Kurt’s own mouth when he murmured, “This better?” It wasn’t the sensual purr that he used with strangers, there was genuine desire in his tone and this was… This was far more intimate than it should have been and Sebastian could feel his heartbeat pick up in his chest. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system keeping him from thinking straight – pun not intended – but it would be so easy to trail wet kisses down his bare chest and to his pants and…

Sebastian decided that he definitely had too much to drink. He never kissed anyone but here he was, fantasizing about laying kisses over Kurt’s body and their mouths just a hair’s breath apart. All that alcohol had his thoughts getting all twisted and confusing. But even so he couldn’t find it in himself to move away, his gaze holding Kurt’s. He wanted the other male more than he ever had before. “Let me touch you, please,” he said, only vaguely aware that he was begging, his fingers curling just under the waistband of Kurt’s tight jeans.

His bottom lip is sucking into his mouth as the weight on his thighs is lifted and gives him a bit more time to breathe with ease until he was self aware of how close Sebastian was to his face. He could feel their breath mingling together. The scent of alcohol, after shave, and just Sebastian was filling his senses. His lips suddenly felt dry and he couldn’t stop his tongue from darting out, wetting them nervously as he kept his gaze locked with the hovering male. Oh how badly he wanted their lips to meet, his breath was quickening just with the thought. His heart was pounding in his ears and his sensitivity was skyrocketing.

The fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his pants has Kurt shifting his hips. His body was yearning to be touched for the first time. No one touched him. He didn't allow anyone to touch. And there was a reason for it. And that reason was just soaking through his underwear and Sebastian wasn’t helping by filling his head with his noises and the view of his body. “I can’t,” Kurt sighs out before he’s carefully as possible shifting his body away from his best friend’s touch. Not being in his right mind due to alcohol, it only turns into some pathetic squirming.

“I’m not your gay bar superstar. You don’t want to touch.” His words are a bit slurred, hands positioning themselves firmly on Sebastian’s shoulders as he gives a weak push, trying to sit up and failing since now he just felt light headed. Lightheaded and too hot for his own good. “Wet. Too wet. It’s gross.”

Teasing for Pleasing.

By the time they made it up the stairs Sebastian was more than pleasantly drunk. His head was swimming and he was unsteady on his feet. At some point he’d abandoned the wine for Jack Daniels, the liquid burning his throat in the best way possible. He should have known better. Despite having gotten off at the club, desire was stirring in the pit of his stomach once again. And Kurt sprawling out on his sheets complaining about being hot wasn’t helping his currently situation.

“God you’re useless when you’re drunk,” Sebastian said, teasing glint in his eye. It really was hot though. He stripped off his shirt, intentionally doing a little more flexing than was really necessary, and kicked his pants off. Clad in just his briefs, Sebastian climbed onto the bed and carefully straddling his best friends thighs. His head spun a little from the sudden movement and he had to press a hand to the bed so he wouldn’t fall over. “Stop moving, I’m trying to help,” he laughed, swatting Kurt’s hand away from his shirt. Sebastian managed to undo to buttons on his vest with minimal fumbling, and pulled it and Kurt’s shirt over his head. And then Sebastian paused.

This, the rational part of his brain realized, was a mistake. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from all that perfect pale skin. The dip of his throat was begging to be licked, and Sebastian wondered how sensitive his nipples were to touch. A groan left him before he could stop it and he trailed a finger feather-light down the center of Kurt’s chest just to see if he could make him shiver.

Kurt’s hazy brain couldn’t make out much except skin-to-skin contact was being made. He was enjoying the sight of Sebastian stripping, taking in his body. Although he had seen Sebastian without clothes before as children, the tone muscle was having the rebellious male’s mouth water with thirst for touch. But really all he did was sit there, staring like a fish out of water until the other males added weight caused him to fall backwards, falling flat against the bed.

He didn’t miss the look in Sebastian’s eyes, although his own alcoholic fizzed mind didn’t fully register the pooling of interest between his legs. Now he wasn’t thinking of the bar bathroom anymore, now it was much worse. Now he couldn’t stop of thinking how Sebastian looked completely naked. He wanted to know how Sebastian sounded if he came for him, not some random man whore at the only gay bar in Ohio. Sebastian’s face when he would come, because of Kurt. It was the only thing that his mind now and it wasn’t helping with the temperature.

Sebastian’s finger against his bare chest has the bad boy shivering, his fingers flexing against the bed sheets. How he wanted to be touched everywhere. Until he was very self aware of his best friend being only in his underwear, straddling his thighs. He was so close to the one thing that kept Kurt from getting drunk to begin with. With a shake of his head, he brings his hands up to rest against Sebastian’s biceps. “You’re heavy,” he whines, which was only half true since anything felt heavy when he was drunk. “I feel wet, I need to a change of pants.”

Teasing for Pleasing.

Sebastian could feel Kurt tense under his hold, but he didn’t back away or let go. His hold was loose enough that Kurt could twist away if he wanted to, but he didn’t. In fact he leaned into Sebastian’s chest, and the taller male couldn’t help but smirk down at him. He didn’t miss the his friends eyes lingered on his mouth and he made a point of licking slowly over his lower lip to tease him. He was completely oblivious to the effect he’d had on Kurt at the club’s bathroom and his teasing was doing nothing to help the situation.

“I am the son of aristocrats, the Smythe’s settle for nothing less than the best,” Sebastian murmured.He allowed Kurt to pull away and look over the bottles of wine, he eyes dropping down to the male’s ass. The jeans he was wearing really didn’t leave much to the imagination, much to Sebastian’s pleasure. “You’re starting to stumble, I think you’re already drunk,” he observed, distracted. When Kurt picked out a bottle, Sebastian took a corkscrew out of one of the wine cubbies to open the bottle. “Besides you already know I want to have you whining in my bed.”

He took the bottle from his friend and popped it open before tossing the corkscrew and cork back into the cubbie to be dealt with later. Not bothering to get glasses, Sebastian took a long sip straight from the bottle. Licking sweet alcohol from his lips, he held the bottle out for Kurt to take again. “It’s too good for their sophisticated bullshit.”

Handing the bottle over, Kurt leans against the nearest shelf of bottles. Ignoring the ends poking into his side as he folds his arms, giving his head another shake. He wasn’t keeping his eyes on Sebastian’s slim frame, or how he was opening that bottle so his arms flexed. He could feel his mouth water. And he didn’t even begin to envy the bottle when it was sipped from from a set of lips he was now wondering what it would feel like if it was his mouth instead. Or even....shit.

“You’re a pervert,” Kurt announces, snatching the bottle from Sebastian’s outstretched hand. Even if that was the most obvious announcement he could make, he was too tipsy to care. “Maybe I should sleep in a guest bedroom, make you sleep alone.” He points a finger while taking his own long sip from the bottle, letting the sweet burning taste warm his insides.

Back upstairs, Kurt managed to finish the wine only to send Sebastian down to get something more stronger. Having caved since after the wine he was still thinking about the bar and it wasn’t exactly showing signs of dimming either. If anything it drove him to drink more until everything was hilarious. Either way he was finding himself spread out on Sebastian’s bed, shoes off, and his jacket strewn somewhere on the floor. Two empty wine bottles lay abandoned beside the bed too, with Kurt working on his third. “I’m too hot,” he whines, clumsily putting the half empty bottle on the bedside table. Shooting Sebastian a pout which led to him giggling since the only thing he could think of was the song 'it’s getting too hit in here’ which was just hilarious.

“I need help, because I have too many layers." Kurt sits up, tugging at his shirt to make a point. “Need help. I hate sleeping in clothes I wear all day.”

Teasing for Pleasing.

Despite what Kurt might say, Sebastian wasn’t a total idiot. He’d had a drink and a half in his system, and even though he held his alcohol well and wasn’t really feeling the effects, he knew better than to drive. So he ordered an uber for them, the ride back to Sebastian’s home quiet other than the stupid drivers rambling which both male’s ignored. Kurt seemed.. Distracted? Sebastian wondered if things had gone poorly with the blonde guy at the bar but he knew better than say anything and risk pissing Kurt off.

When they reached his house and Sebastian paid the driver. Kurt seemed to be in a better mood and ready to get completely shit-faced. “Well, you are in luck!” He said, putting his hands on Kurt’s hips from behind, leading him through the kitchen. “My family just so happens to have an incredibly well stocked cellar. Do you prefer white, red, or rosè?” He asked, taking him down some stairs, flipping on a light as he went.

At the bottom of the stairs the wine cellar looked like something from a movie. Floor-to-ceiling shelves with rectangular cubbies for all the bottles, organized with the older bottles closer to the front, newer at the back. Sebastian leaned in close against Kurt’s back, lips against the shell of his ear. “Or would you like something stronger than wine? Think we have everything down here.”

Suddenly very aware of how close Sebastian was to him, his entire body tensed in the other boy’s touch. He wasn’t uncomfortable being touched, not by Sebastian anyway, but after his mind just went haywire with fantasies and visuals of what he heard back at the bar, he was almost on sensory overload. His heart was pumping loud in his ears, he was sure Sebastian could be able to hear it himself. So without bothering to open his mouth in response to the question of which wine he would prefer, the rebellious male could only follow Sebastian’s lead down to the wine cellar. As if the house itself wasn’t already gorgeous and huge, the wine cellar itself was something you only saw in the movies.

“Shit, I almost forgot you’re rich.” Kurt can breathe out, shaking his head where he leans back against Sebastian’s chest more. Tipsy or sober, he knew he trusted this guy enough to get drunk with. Sebastian was an asshole but he wouldn’t try anything. “I want to get drunk, not wasted. Unless you want me whining in your bed all day tomorrow.” He smirks, turning his head to look at Sebastian better, offering an eyebrow lift. His gaze dropping to his best friend’s mouth for a split second until he shook himself and pulled himself from Sebastian’s hold so he could linger around the alcohol.

Calm down, Hummel. Just grab a bottle, go with it, and stop thinking about it. He could hear the voice inside his head mutter over and over again. Easily reaching out and gabbing the nicest looking bottle he could to hold it up. “This seems like a shame to put to waste on mature adults.”

Teasing for Pleasing.

Sebastian wasn’t ashamed of letting sounds of pleasure fall from his mouth, and apparently neither was Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome. He moaned as he thrust into Sebastian from behind, his sweaty body pinning him against the hard wall of the bathroom stall. He didn’t kiss guys he slept with, but he allowed the guy to suck sloppy kisses against his neck that were likely to leave bruises. Sebastian had started rocking his hips back to meet the guy thrust for thrust.

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Every nerve ending in his body felt like it was electrified and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, though he wished he could. The guy was a good fuck and murmured a constant stream of filth against his skin. “Fuck, yes,” Sebastian moaned out as the guy angled his hips just right to hit that perfect spot every time.

The guy had just wrapped a hand around Sebastian’s cock when he heard Kurt’s voice. He swore under his breath and could feel the guy smirk against the column of his neck.”You’re boyfriend?” He questioned, voice low.

“No,” Sebastian spat. He smacked a hand lightly against the guys thigh, encouraging him to fuck him harder to orgasm. “I’ll be done in a – o-oh – a minute,” he called to Kurt, hating the way his voice sounded shaky. His dull fingernails of one hand scratched at the wall looking for purchase as heat curled in his stomach, his other hand reaching back to tangle in Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome’s hair.

A few thrusts later and Sebastian was spilling into the guy’s hand. A load groan fell from his lips as Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome followed suit only a few seconds later. Sebastian didn’t let him bask in the afterglow, he pushed him off his back so he could collect his pants from where they had bunched at his ankles. He turned and pressed two fingers to the guys lips before he could try to kiss him. “This was fun,” he murmured before throwing the latch on the stall door and slaughtering out as if he hadn’t just been fucked senseless.

“Alright, let’s go, Kurt,” he said with a wide grin.

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt folded his arms as he leaned heavily on the bathroom wall. He was all too aware of the antics boys got into in the bathroom so he wasn’t completely fazed by it. It didn’t stop him from offering judgmental looks at the first pair exited their stall, looking pleased with themselves. One of them looked Kurt up and down but having already had what he had come there for, Kurt paid him no mind.

The sounds that he could hear fall from his best friends mouth was a bit unnerving. It was both hot and weird to be hearing the kid you once rolled around in the sandbox in to be creating such erotic sounds when he came. Kurt could feel his face flush as the image of Sebastian took over his drunken mind. Now all his brain could think of was Sebastian making those sounds for him as he spilled down his throat. It was enough to keep his mind focused, staring at the floor with his lip caught between his teeth. If he was more sober than tipsy, he would’ve mentally smacked himself.

Sebastian’s voice broke him from his train of thought and the usual snark returned. “I hate you,” Kurt sighs, pushing from the wall with his shoulders and leading the way out of the bathroom. He could really use a cigarette now, despite having left his carton in his other jacket leaving him feeling restless as they waited outside for what ever transportation Sebastian had called in for them.

By the time they got to Sebastian’s house, having a rather silent car ride since he was far too lost in his thoughts to really bother to talk or reply to Sebastian much, Kurt didn’t feel like going right to bed. Fuck that. His mind was still too loud, the images of Sebastian were still so vividly clear, and all he could think about was how wet it actually made him. He didn’t like it. He needed some form of anesthesia to knock him out since he’d be sleeping at the Smythe residence. Stumbling into the large house, which he could only admire for a few mere seconds since his alcohol brain was still very self aware of the shenanigans that happened in that bathroom. “Got any wine?” Kurt asks, tilting his head in Sebastian’s direction. “I am not done for the night, damnit. I need more alcohol. That blond dude only bought me two drinks. Two.” He holds up two fingers to make his point come across clearer.

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Sebastian grimaced when Kurt pointed out the guy with anal warts. He wasn’t much to look at in the first place, so even before Sebastian was enlightened about his medical issue he would have turned the guy down. “Wonder how you know that,” he teased, nudging Kurt with his elbow. He took the bar stool next to Kurt, ordering a jack and coke after the bartender had made Kurt’s drink. From the times he had been to Scandal’s before, he knew they tended to be heavy-handed on the alcohol which was exactly what he liked and wanted right then.

A soft chuckle left Sebastian as he watched Kurt saucily push his way to his conquest and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the way his friend teased the blonde stranger. Watching them make their way through the crowed to join the writing mass on the dancefloor, Sebastian calculated his chances of actually being allowed to screw Kurt. He had said he was going home with Sebastian, which did tip things into his favor. But Kurt was pretty persistent that Sebastian wouldn’t be experiencing the joys of his mouth, let alone bending him over. He was nowhere near ready to give up though.

A man with tan skin, tall and handsome slipped into the bar stool next to Sebastian, the one Kurt had vacated less than a minute ago. Sebastian’s eyes moved over his body, catching on his bicep where muscle flexed when he motioned to get the bartender’s attention. He licked over his lower lip, as all thoughts of Kurt flew out of his mind and were replaced with ones of Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome.

“Hey, this one’s on me,” Sebastian said to the bartender when the guy ordered his drink. He turned in his stool to arch a brow at him.

“That’s a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?” Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome questioned, though Sebastian didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to his own mouth. He gave a little shrug, and reached out to finger the sleeve of the guys T-shirt.

“Maybe. Maybe I’m not afraid to go after after what I like,” he teased with a coy smile… Five minutes later, drinks abandoned at the bar, they were in the bathroom, Sebastian allowing Mr. Tall Dark And Handsome to push him up against the wall of the stall.

Kurt didn’t pay Sebastian much mind, having his own piece of arm candy who was very much taking advantage of the fact that Kurt had a nice ass. It was one of his best features. It was only knowing how to work what you got to get the free drinks flowing. His non-alcoholic drink was finished in a matter of seconds, using the cherries mostly for teasing. The way the blond kept his eyes on Kurt’s mouth in almost awe was proof enough that he was interested in becoming more then just dancing buddies. And by how he added pressure on Kurt’s hips to pull them ass to pelvis, Kurt knew he had the guy right where he wanted him.

Three sultry dances later, Kurt was guiding his newly pounced prey back to the bar. Sliding onto his stool to catch the bartenders attention again. “Give him what ever he wants,” the blond says with a wave of his hand at the bartender. The bartender and Kurt both share a look. The bartender knew Kurt was underage, but he also knew how Kurt worked from having him there countless times. So he didn’t argue when Kurt asked for a cosmopolitan, something he liked to start out with since he rather enjoyed the fruity underline it offered.

Two of those and Kurt was feeling himself becoming a bit too out of it to feel safe in a strangers hands. Deciding to give the man what he was originally wanted. The whole point of hunting him down the moment he walked in. A masterpiece that only his tongue could provide. Without words necessary, Kurt was pulling the guy to the small and shady back room to give him a rough shove up against the stone wall. Dropping to his knees, Kurt works the man out of his pants. Luckily it didn’t disappoint, although he had worked with far bigger in the past, he wasn’t about to deflate the raging hard-on the guy had that was all due to Kurt’s grinding from earlier. That thought was cause for a smirk as he strokes his thumb over the head, smearing his saliva from some of his spit with his tongue. When it brought a pleased moan from above, Kurt took his cue to take the head into his mouth, working it with slow strokes to keep the nerves tingling for something more until the blond would be putty in Kurt’s working hands.

A few head bobs, moaning, and pressure tricks and it was all over in a matter of ten minutes. The musky fluid leaking out the sides of Kurt’s mouth as he swallowed at blond man’s cum almost greedily. As if he hadn’t had the pleasure to tasting a man at his most vulnerable, giving himself up completely to the power of Kurt’s mouth alone. It was more a taste of power then anything that really drove Kurt to do what he did. An excellent ego booster if he ever needed one.

“Wow,” the man compliments, appearing sweaty, flushed, and very satisfied, “that was amazing.”

Kurt stands, fixing his hair since there had been once or twice that it had gotten grabbed in the moment of ecstasy. If he wasn’t as tipsy as he was, he probably would have chastised the guy for it. But since he had done his good deed for the night, he could go home and complain about it there instead. Or really, Sebastian’s home. No way he was going home to Burt smelling like this since it seemed his dad could pick up the tiniest hint of sleazy sex these days like some blood hound. “I know,” is all Kurt says in response.

“Want me to return the favor?” And then the guy is reaching in, trying to make a pass between Kurt’s legs. Tipsy or not, Kurt turns his body in a skilled movement he had mastered after being hit on by many a perv. Even if he had stashed a packer down there for nights like these just in case, he didn’t need to risk it any further.

“No thanks,” Kurt muses as he guides the hand away from his body to press it over the guys head instead. “I only let clean mouths get me off.” A smirk, a pat on the cheek, and Kurt is leaving the guy standing there a big befuddled by what that meant.

Deciding he was done for the night, Kurt takes a quick scan of the bar to seek out the date he came here with. Not seeing him near the bar or on the dance floor, Kurt goes to the next best place he could think of. “Sebastian!” Kurt bellows in the bathroom, leaning against the wall as he inspects all the closed bathroom stalls, squinting at the sight of shoes and pants under the doors. “Hurry the fuck up, you fucking loser.”

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It wasn’t actually a date, Sebastian reasoned with himself. Date’s included flowers and and fancy restaurants and over cheesy complaints. A sleazy gay bar didn’t count as a date, even if Sebastian was picking Kurt and would most likely pay for his drinks. They were just friends– maybe with benefits soon if Sebastian played his cards correctly.

But he didn’t do relationships, so this most definitely wasn’t a date.

When he arrived home from Dalton, he made himself sit at his desk and focus on his homework so he didn’t think about his not-date with Kurt too much and think about the possibility of fucking his hot ass. He even read ahead in The Odyssey so that come Monday he would be more than prepared for the discussion they would have in english class.

When the sky started to darken he left his bedroom to scavenge for food in the kitchen, if they were going to be drinking he didn’t want to do so on an empty stomach, before going back upstairs to shower. He may have dabbed a little more cologne onto his skin then he usually would, but if Kurt noticed, Sebastian would deny it. Unlike his childhood best friend, he didn’t have much of a fashion sense so he kept it simple. His plans for the night did not include Kurt critiquing him for popping up the collar of his polo, even though Sebastian thought that look was pretty cool. So he settled on a maroon v-neck with dark wash jeans and his high tops. It was a bland outfit, but he didn’t need his outfit to stand out, his personality tended to be pretty penetrating.

“I’ll be back later,” he called out, as he took his car keys from the hook by the door. He was met with silence for a split second– which was to be expected since his parents were away on an Alaskan cruise– before he heard the maid hurrying down the hall. “Mr. Smythe, are you wearing your jacket? It’s late and the temperature is dropping,” she fussed over him for several minutes, pulling a jacket out of the closet that would match his outfit even when he tried to insist he didn’t need, nor want one. But Sebastian got out of the house with minimum fuss, even though she did make him a little late getting to the Hummel residence.

It wasn’t a far drive, but Sebastian had barely stopped the car in front of Kurt’s house, before his friend was climbing into the passenger seat. “Geeze, what am I? Your getaway car?” He laughed when Kurt snapped at him for taking too long to get the car on the road once more.

Since coming back to the states, Sebastian had been to Scandals a couple times, it was rather disappointing compared to the clubs he got into in Paris. But it was the only gay bar in town, and he wasn’t about to deal with a bunch of cis-hets by going to one of Lima’s “nicer” bars. “I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to fuck my father, I mean, he did have a hand in creating this,” he teased, using one hand to frame his face. “But you’re the one I really want to fuck tonight, so there’s no need to worry about me leaving you.”

An unimpressed eyebrow lift and a judgemental gaze to sweep over the other male before Kurt bothered to release a soft snort of amusement. “Still on about that fantasy are you?” He questions, pulling the front door open and leading the way inside. Handing his usual I.D. over to the bouncer who merely gave them both a look of boredom. Clearly he already wanted to go home, that or he hated his job. Possibly both since the guy only heaved a defeated sigh and told them to enjoy themselves, even giving Kurt a sideways glance since Kurt stopped by frequently enough to be recognized by the staff. Whether or not that was a good thing could be debated later.

“What ever you do, don’t dance with that guy in the corner. He has a good case of anal warts and somehow finds it as an accomplishment.” Kurt muses as he slides onto a bar stool. The wood of the bar was sticky was alcohol and other unmentionable fluids that was left up to the imagination and right away Kurt pulls the sleeves of his jacket down to protect his bare wrists from touching.

The crowd wasn’t all that impressive tonight. Not saying much since this was Ohio of all places, one of the dullest states in America. But when a boy has a eat to survive, he keeps his options as open as possible. Deciding even to push his ass more to the back of the stool so he could lean against the bar itself to attract anyone who may be the next lucky guy to enjoy a little Hummel tongue action in the alley if they played their cards right. And someone always played their cards right in this bar. “I’ll just take a Shirley Temple? Extra cherries.” He requests of the bar tender, only to turn towards Sebastian again.

“Even if neither of us score tonight, we are getting alcohol. Although by neither of us, I mean you." Nudges his shoulder against the other males, smirking as he does so. Opening his mouth to offer some helpful “advice” to be more appealing to the eye before his attention was caught by three guys walking in. The last guy looking quite delicious and his mouth was watering at the thought of what he could be holding in his pants. The sound of his drink being placed in front of him with a light clunk was the only mean to break Kurt from his star gazing and reach for his Shirley Temple. “Don’t try this at home. This move isn’t for amateurs, darling.” And with that he picks his drink up, pats Sebastian on the shoulder, and makes his move towards the group once they sit down further down the bar.

Picking one of the cherries up from his drink, he eases his way between the prize and one of the other males who just happened to be in his way. “Well, hello there gorgeous.” Kurt greets, flashing a flirtatious smile before popping the cherry into his mouth, purposely letting some of the fruit juice and alcohol glisten his lips to catch his eye line. “You aren’t going to get much better than me, so how about we get to know each other a little bit better. Want to dance, handsome?” The prize could only smirk in return, look Kurt up and down with a nod and take Kurt’s inviting outstretched hand. Taking a drink from his glass with the other hand, Kurt guides the blond towards the dance floor which was barren except for two other elderly men dancing awkwardly each other.

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