Hello, I am Kurt Hummel, I'm 20 and I am Isabelle Wright's assistant . You might have heard of her . I am currently in Paris to work on what can be the most resounding success or greatest disaster in recent Vogue history . Wish me luck .
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Kurt
Kurt toasted, grinning back at Sebastian upon hearing the reply he expected, yet still made him giddy with happiness. He took a more moderated sip of the drink and held Sebastian's gaze, thinking only of the various shades of green in his eyes.
Before he had time to overthink some more Sebastian's lips were on his and all those good sensations from the club were back and there wasn't much to think about except that he didn't want it to end. Kurt kiss took the deeper as he was pulled and shifted his weight to throw his leg over Sebastian's lap and straddle him. It would just be more comfortable. He broke the kiss to place his own glass down more carefully into a cup holder.
Kurt turned to face Sebastian again, nuzzling him affectionately and keeping his face into a gentle hold. There was so much he wanted to know and ask him, and so many of his feelings he wished he could talk about without ruining the mood or scare him off. He was no good at this one night stand thing. "Would you mind going over 40 minutes? Rushing is sort of against my romantic nature." He eventually asked wearing an amused smile.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
“I did,” Sebastian replied, leaving it open for interpretation if he meant Kurt’s dancing or their kiss.
He followed Kurt into the car, settled back, and smiled. “I will take full responsibility,” he agreed. “I will make sure to tell everyone you were helplessly in my wicked power.” His eyes glittered and he took off his jacket as well. “Now let’s see what they have in here.” He reached for the latch of the mini bar next to Kurt, shifting a little towards him to look inside. As much as Sebastian wanted another drink, getting one was also an excuse to get closer. His mind was still very much on their kiss and the way it had felt to hold Kurt against him. Of course he could have just asked Kurt if they could get back to that, but it seemed crude somehow, and Sebastian really didn’t want to confirm what Kurt had told Isabelle on the phone. He wasn’t like that – or he didn’t have to be, anyway. He focused back on the mini-bar.
“Hmmm…well, no cherries, I’m afraid,” he mumbled. “Just some sparkling wine and the hardcore stuff.” He took out a small bottle of wine and two champagne flutes. He glanced at the label. “But at least my terrible influence comes with good taste.”
He unscrewed the small bottle and divided it between the two glasses, offering Kurt one of them.
Kurt
Kurt knew he was supposed to laugh or maybe argue over the idea of being helpless in Sebastian's power, but he found it hard to do either. Instead he just stared back at him, eyes wide with interest and following Sebastian's movements as he opened the wine. His hands were for the moment particularly distracting. The good thing was that Sebastian was distracting him from his second thoughts and fears.
He gave him an amused smile as he accepted the glass. "I wouldn't say that based on your cocktail choice." He teased before trying a sip of the wine, which did in fact taste better than all the other alcohol he'd tried. "But I do like this." He conceded, tilting his head to look at it and licking it off his lips.
Kurt's attention quickly returned to Sebastian and he hesitated for a while, wondering whether or not he might still be interested in picking up where they left off and, assuming he was, trying to come up with how to even begin to get back to that point. He shut the mini-bar and scooted over, closing the distance between. He had already been pretty bold that night and it had gone pretty well, so why not? It was true that he didn't understand why Sebastian would be interested anyway, but not thinking about that was the point of drinking. "To... Paris?" He raised his glass, while trying to think of a better toast. "No." He decided, leaning away from the seat to face him. "To 'letting loose' in Paris."
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
As they finally reached the exit, where there were less people trying to grab at them and the music was only a dull thudding beat, Sebastian relaxed a little again and focused back on what they were about to do. He hoped he wasn’t misinterpreting the signs, but he was pretty sure he could rely on his experience- and the rather solid proof of Kurt’s arousal as they danced together.
“Letting loose a little is not so bad after all, huh?” he asked, grinning as they waited for a valet to notify their limo driver. The storm of paparazzi was still at the front of the club, but thankfully the parking area was warded off so guests could leave at their leisure. They were almost alone. Sebastian thought about their earlier conversation and added: “I was a good boy, too. I didn’t make fun of your dancing.”
Kurt
Kurt couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he pushed through the crowd at Sebastian's side. He noticed him frown and wondered if he was thinking of changing his mind. But then settled for believing that Sebastian wanted to leave as much as he did. In fact, Kurt didn't realise just how much he needed the fresh air until they were outside. He breathed in and managed to soothe his hormones a little. Good thing there were no cameras where they were headed.
He rolled his eyes at the question, though he couldn't fight his smile or the redness on his face. "Why do I feel like I'm listening to the devil?" He step around him to face him and chuckled at the idea of Sebastian ever behaving like a 'good boy'. "I'll assume that means you enjoyed the dance." He bit his own lip and kept his eyes on Sebastian's, but it didn't take long for other instincts to come through and make his gaze settle on the other's lips. He might be a little dizzy, but wasn't all that drunk. That was just... attraction. And again, he couldn't tell whether that made him feel more excited or terrified.
Luckily, they didn't have to wait long, and Kurt was saved from his own emotions while he got into the car ahead of Sebastian. He had been right about one thing: being in the limo did make him feel more comfortable. There were no other people or cameras, and even the driver wouldn't able to see the back if he tried. Kurt took his blazer off, as he had in club, reconsidering his decision to drink more. "If throw up tonight I'll blame you and your terrible influence."
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Kurt
Kurt was getting quite breathless (not mention hard) himself, but he still felt smug for bringing Sebastian to that state. He stopped his motions and relaxed the embrace, chuckling against Sebastian's lips. He took in his darkened eyes and flustered appearance. He had never looked hotter. Yet again, Kurt often had that thought, when he saw Sebastian. He nodded at the suggestion and pressed a chaster kiss to his lips (might as well kiss him as long as he had the chance). Cooling down sounded good, especially since Kurt still felt nervous about where this was headed - while at the same time excited to do anything sexual simply because he wanted to. But even that was new to him.
That gave him a better idea. One that would possibly make them both more comfortable. "We did find drinks in the limo..." He suggested over Sebastian's ear. Following that, he gave him an innocent look, batting his eyes as if he had meant nothing more than having a drink somewhere else. But it wasn't just about doing things that couldn't do publicly, it was also about being able to talk and making whatever this was easier to deal with. Even with an extra drink and the full conscience that it wouldn't last long. At least it would feel more real while it lasted.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Now Sebastian knew he hadn’t been imagining it – there was no way Kurt only reacted this way because of one vodka infusion. He wanted this too. Sebastian could taste the need behind his kisses. Kurt’s touch and enthusiasm turned him on, and there was no stopping at this now. His hands slipped down to Kurt’s waist and he brought them together on Kurt’s ass, pulling him closer against his body as his lips travelled down to the side of Kurt’s throat. “I definitely picked the wrong ex-Warbler to hit on in school,” he said close to Kurt’s ear, his voice low with arousal. All this time he spent running after Blaine when he should have realised Kurt was actually perfect for him.
Back in their school days, Sebastian hadn’t been able to appreciate Kurt. He thought the other boy was arrogant, shallow and high-maintenance, and Sebastian wasn’t interested in things that took effort. But having seen Kurt at work the past days, he had come to realise that Kurt could actually back it up with hard work. He wasn’t trying to reap rewards for other people’s efforts or posing as something he wasn’t. He took pride in what he did and that was okay- so did Sebastian. To add to that, he had matured into this amazingly sexy man whose kisses were a promise that made Sebastian ache for more.
He kissed Kurt’s skin below his ear, just over the small scar he found there with his lips, and ran his tongue over it. There was so much to discover about him! Kurt had the advantage of already having seen what Sebastian had to offer during the photo shoot…
Kurt
Kurt shuddered with the vibration of Sebastian's low voice. That was a compliment he did not expect to hear... He didn't even know how to react to the fact that Sebastian had basically said he was a better choice than Blaine. He hugged him tight around the shoulders and allowed him to press their bodies together. For two people who were constantly colliding, they fit remarkably well together, even if Sebastian's body was clearly more defined than his own. His crush didn't spring from loneliness, it was the sole result of how well Sebastian seemed to fit his every need, and now even his curves.
"We both did." He replied as close to his ear as possible. It was the absolute truth - they had both wasted their time with the same undeserving guy. If only Sebastian were up to give commitment a try...
If the alcohol, the proximity and Sebastian roaming hands hadn't been enough to arouse Kurt, that hot kiss over his scar's sensitive skin had him gasping and clinging to other's shirt. All of his thoughts were taken with how badly he wanted Sebastian, and the things he wanted Sebastian to do to him, and the things he wanted to do with Sebastian. None of them were the kind of thought that ever comes to his mind.
Looking over Sebastian's shoulder, he became suddenly aware of how many people were eyeing them, some with envy, and watching their exchange. That one drink gave Kurt the confidence to want to give them a bit of a show. Whatever happened later this was his turn to have Sebastian for himself and he was going to make it good. He rocked his hips on to Sebastian's in time with the beat and shut his eyes to revel on every smallest sensation. At least the music was loud enough that no one could hear him moan. Except Sebastian could probably feel them - a thought that only encouraged Kurt further.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
From then on, Sebastian went on auto-pilot. He couldn’t have stopped to think about this if he wanted to, not with the music drumming around them and the alcohol pulsing through his veins and the most intoxicating of all: the nearness of Kurt, his warm skin beneath Sebastian’s hands and his face tilted up to him oh so invitingly. As the song slowly faded into the next, Sebastian pressed his lips against Kurt’s, no longer caring about moving with the music. One of his hands tightened on Kurt’s waist; the other slid up to map the hollow between his shoulder blades, reeling him in closer. Everything fit naturally, like this was exactly where they were supposed to be, and Sebastian wasn’t sure if he could remember any kisses before this. Vague memories of sloppy, spit-slicked exchanges that tasted like beer and cigarettes were quickly being replaced by the soft texture of Kurt’s lips and the hint of sugary vodka on his breath.
Kurt
Kurt responded to the kiss instinctively, without second thoughts or hesitations. It made him feel chills down his body. The good kind of chills. One of his hands went straight into Sebastian's hair to pull him closer and kiss him deeper. He didn't remember ever feeling something so physical for anyone. He didn't even think he was the kind of person to let his body take over. But as it was he had been both crushing and lusting for Sebastian the whole time, and all of that week's emotions and tensions poured into that kiss. He found himself smiling against Sebastian's lips because it felt so right, not only to kiss him, but to be in his arms and have only his body to focus on. He brought up his free hand to rest on Sebastian's neck and gently caress his skin. Sebastian might be a player but he was also the first guy in years (maybe ever) to make him feel that good. The kiss only made his decision to play Sebastian's game firmer. Maybe it was his childish romanticism, but he felt in heart that it would be worth the eventual pain.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Sebastian let himself be lead to the dance floor, well aware of the envious eyes around them. He knew that only a portion of them were aimed at him- quite a few men and women were looking at Kurt, and not because they wanted to make fun of his dancing. He wondered if Kurt had any idea about the effect he had on people. He looked amazing with his cheeks flushed like that, his eyes a little lidded like he was half-lost in his own world, and the way he moved his body was sending vibrant messages of promise out into the world- whether he knew he was doing it or not. He could easily pass for one of the models. This should have made Sebastian nervous or jealous, but it didn’t. After all- he was the one currently being dragged along, and for once, he didn’t mind being the accessory. He knew they looked hot together. And hadn’t Kurt just been flirting back a little? Maybe he hadn’t messed up as badly as he thought. Maybe Kurt was still interested.
He decided to make sure he didn’t waste the opportunity, and danced his way to Kurt. The crowded dance floor provided a perfect excuse to get close. To make sure no one else got the same idea, Sebastian put a hand on Kurt’s waist, synchronising his moves with Kurt’s while showing their admirers that they were both off-limits. His eyes caught Kurt’s lips again, and he idly wondered if they tasted like cherries.
Kurt
Kurt wasn't too sure about his moves, but that worry was well in the back of his mind. At moment Sebastian's proximity, the way he moved and the way he looked when he moved were far more overwhelming. He felt his skin turn hotter under Sebastian's hand and for a while he tried to guess a million meanings behind that gesture. He didn't let himself linger on those for long, though. This was Sebastian. If he was showing any interest that meant Kurt was another short term adventure and, even if he stuck to his decision of going with it and enjoying it, he couldn't let himself forget it would end as soon as a better looking guy went by.
For now Sebastian's gaze was clearly set on his lips, making the his blood rush to his cheeks. Kurt's reasoning wasn't strong enough to stay cool and resist the attraction. He stepped closer in time with the beat and pulled Sebastian's free hand onto his waist as well. Then, looking up, he bumped their noses together. If that was permission or teasing, he couldn't decide. It sure was more than 'going with it'. It was taking part in his own future heartbreak. But, when looking at the warm green reflections in Sebastian's eyes, it was very hard to remember what heartache even was.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
“Ninja swords?” Sebastian echoed, and smirked. He playfully looked up at the ceiling and mock-prayed “Please let that be a metaphor….” before winking at Kurt. “I’m sure you can, Kurt. But it’s always fun to watch you give someone your bitch face if it’s not me.” To be honest, it was even a little funny (something inside him suggested ‘arousing’ but Sebastian pushed that thought away) when Kurt’s rage was directed at him, too.
He wanted to add something else, but Kurt’s actions distracted him. For someone who wasn’t fond of blowjobs he sure knew how to get a guy pay attention to his mouth… Sebastian subconsciously licked his lips. “So, um…” He cleared his throat and downed his cocktail. “Do you wanna dance?”
Kurt
"It's not a metaphor, it's martial arts." He said with feigned innocence. "Well, I think it's more fun when it is you I make that face at." Though, he had accepted that he was going for this, it still made his heart race to make obvious remarks like that. He wasn't even sure if it could be considered flirting or a very lame attempt to. But hey, this was likely to end heartache anyway.
Kurt smiled at Sebastian's hesitation - both rare and endearing. It was nice to see his arrogance crack for an instant. Kurt took a glance at the dance floor, where the party seemed to be at it's best, and nodded excitedly at the offer. His initial nervousness had given place to curiosity, both for clubbing and for clubbing with Sebastian. "Make fun of my dancing and I'll hit you with my Nationals trophy." He warned, knowing for sure, he would be made fun of all the same.
It took him longer than it did Sebastian to finish his drink. How did anyone ever get used to that burn? But after scrunching his face one last time and letting out a hiccup, he grabbed Sebastian's wrist and pulled him to the dance floor, shimmying his way through the crowd. Was it hot in there or was that cocktail already sinking in?
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Something had happened. Sebastian wasn’t sure what, but he had lost Kurt somewhere along the way of his innuendo, and it didn’t have the desired effect. At all. Just now, Kurt had been trying to make conversation, and all of the sudden Sebastian was being dismissed. Was it really just because of the tasteless joke?
“Can’t have had many good ones, then,” he concluded, more to himself than to Kurt, before shrugging it off. Maybe he should just stop trying his lines on Kurt – every time he did, it was like he was pressing the wrong buttons. Over coffee, at the show, and now here… just what was he doing wrong that nothing of his usual repertoire worked? Should he just give up already?
But as Sebastian looked at Kurt, he knew he couldn’t. It had become a challenge now.
“Who says I want to go?” he replied. “Someone has to make sure you don’t throw up on people, after all. And I can help keep the creepy guys off of you.” He nodded at an elderly gentleman standing a bit further away, who promptly stopped checking out Kurt’s ass and turned around like he had suddenly remembered he was dancing.
Kurt
"Can't say I have..." Kurt replied, looking down at his glass to focus on the floating cherries instead of his memories. The alcohol actually made that easier - they were just pretty to look at.
Sebastian's unexpected answer made him look up refocus right away. It didn't make much sense and it was pretty amusing to hear his arguments for staying. Though, following his gaze, the man behind them did look creepy. He slid closer to Sebastian as reaction to being observed. If anything Sebastian had a point that if they stuck together people like that would probably stay away. But why would he even worry? Why would Sebastian choose to stay with the lamest guy in that party? There was clearly more to it that stopping him from getting sick.
Kurt looked right into Sebastian's eyes with open expression, not really searching but waiting for the events of the past couple of days to sink in. Sebastian had done more for Kurt's job and for his confidence than most of the people lived with since he'd first left Ohio. He had paid for coffee and now cocktails, which should pretty much count as two dates. He had done nothing but try to make Kurt look good to Vogue, or take him out of his anxious shell... Maybe it was dangerous to develop feelings for a player. But what if he deserved them? Right then Kurt really just wanted to kiss him, nevermind all the other guys in the world he might want to go for in the future - he was right there, looking back at him, telling in his own way that wasn't about to leave. He decided he would at least enjoy whatever he got.
"What makes you think I can't take care of myself? I'll have you know my ninja sword abilities have won me gayest audition in McKinley High history." He announced proudly, his humour and need to argue with Sebastian recovered. All Sebastian's doing, really. In less than seconds. He was much more stable as a teenager, if that's not worrying maybe it's time to stop drinking...
"But... I do appreciate your concern with my alcoholic past." He added, turning to their drinks to pick a cherry and dip it in cream before taking it. Nothing suggestive about that, right? Plus eating cherries and whipped cream turns out to be nothing like any sexual act. Well, unless they do involve those thingsOh shit, now he was visualising using them in that way with Sebastian... Damn cocktail drinking and late teenage urges...!
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Sebastian grinned, his eyes lighting up with mirth. He had been hoping Kurt would ask. “Blowjob,” he said loudly over the music, swiping a finger through the cream and transferring it to his mouth suggestively, giving Kurt a few moments to get the wrong idea before lifting his drink. “They’re delicious. Do you want to try?” He held out the glass.
While Kurt was distracted, Sebastian reached for his glass and fished out one of the cherries. Fair was fair, after all. He didn’t have any- Kurt had three. He bit into the sticky fruit and licked his lips.
Kurt
Kurt's face shut down to a wide eyed mostly offended expression. What? His eyes only poked out more as he followed Sebastian's obscene gesture to go with the word. He already knew Sebastian had very little sense of what was considered socially accepted behaviour but that was... pretty graphic. As was the drink. "Couldn't have asked for anything more subtle, could you?" He mocked, eyes fixed on Sebastian's lips around his cherry. Why did it work? How did it work? How could anyone behave like a pre-teen and make so... appealing?
Kurt pondered the offer for a moment. He so wanted to get Sebastian back... But looking down at the drink, thinking of what he could do to tease brought back some memories of what he actually did. How he never really liked it and mostly did it to avoid more invasive kinds of activity. It was pretty gross to think of it now. Actually, it had always just been gross. And in his mind every bit of memory was clear as day froms sounds and smells, to the ache in his jaw, and the desperation to see it through quickly. He would rather pretend that flashback didn't even belong in his own past, but had just been a terrible dream of sorts.
He shook his head in response to Sebastian. "Not my favourite thing." He smiled a little at his own double meaning and had some more of his drink. If alcohol served any good, that was pushing all the hurtful things to the back of his mind. Well, most of them. There was still the fact that he couldn't keep up with a little flirting.
"You don't have to stay here, you know? I'm not your boss any more. Go have your fun." He said aloud, trying his best to look cheery about the idea. It would only be harder to handle the longer Sebastian postponed the goodbye. He didn't owe Kurt any sympathy, and that was just one more fact to live with.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Sebastian laughed. “I’m not ordering you a kiddie drink this time, Kurt,” he stated. “But if you want cherries…” He leaned over to the bartender and ordered two drinks. The woman smiled at him flirtingly until she saw Kurt and then shrugged, resigning in her fate. Not long after, she placed two colourful cocktails on the bar and Sebastian slid her a 20.
“Here you go, Kurt,” he announced, handing him a syrupy red drink with three marachino cherries balanced on top. “Opposites Attract.”
His own drink was murky brown and had a swirl of cream of top; and it was the reason why the barista had looked at him before. It was probably childish, but Sebastian had always thought the best thing about cocktails was ordering the ones with the most obscene names, so he had asked her for a Blowjob. It was always a good pick-up line, too, if you were looking for some easy entertainment. But right now he only had eyes for Kurt.
“Cheers!”
Kurt
Kurt might not have heard what Sebastian told the barista, but after he saw the flirty look on her face he gave that girl a staggering cold glare that would hopefully scare her off for the rest of the night. Sebastian didn't even have to make an effort, did he? People of all genders just fell at his feet. And Kurt was obviously one off them. He sighed at his luck, and tried to focus more on the dancing crowd than on the handsome man by his side. That didn't quite work because he found himself trying to guess which of those guys Sebastian would go home with.
He forced a smile as he accepted the drink. It took him a second to realise 'Opposites Attract' was the name of the cocktail, and not a meaningful statement. Though maybe it was true that the reason he felt so drawn to Sebastian was they were so completely different. 'Opposites Attract' still looked very much like a Shirley Temple, but upon tasting it the difference was obvious and burning. "Oh... My... That's strong." He made a face, but still clinked Sebastian's glass for a second sip. Strong, but still tasty. He was sure that much alcohol was going to be a problem. Hopefully he would manage to hold it in this time.
He noticed Sebastian's drink looked more like coffee than alcohol. "And what is that one? It looks like a tall cappuccino." He ask curiously, gesturing at it. He might as well enjoy the conversation, while Sebastian didn't disappear into crowd.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Sebastian smirked, amused to see a little flash of Kurt’s sassy attitude he remembered from school. Kurt’s next move was unexpected, though- Sebastian looked down on their hands for a moment and asked himself what he was supposed to do now. Still wondering what it all meant, he let himself be lead inside, ignoring a few of the catcalls that were whistled after them. The hand-holding, like the kiss, was something he had no real experience with. It felt nice. Kurt’s hand felt soft and warm, and the advantage of having a direct line of contact was that he noticed the other man’s shifting focus immediately- as they entered the club, Kurt’s hand slackened from a determined grip to an almost shy caress. Sebastian looked over his shoulder and saw Kurt stare at the crowd, his eyes large. Not Scandals indeed! “I know,” Sebastian said enthusiastically, taking Kurt’s hand firmer into his. “Let’s dance our way to the bar.” He tugged at Kurt’s arm. “Come on! Work’s over for now. Time to have fun!”
If Kurt was hesitant to let loose, Sebastian was just going to have to help him. This was his area of expertise, after all.
“First drink’s on me,” he shouted over the music, side-stepping the first attempt of a stranger to feel him up. There would be time for that later. He was still on a mission to find out what Kurt’s confusing signs meant.
Kurt
It was hard not to catch on to Sebastian's enthusiasm and to the atmosphere of the club. Kurt wasn't quite in his element, and he put more effort into keeping up with Sebastian than on dancing (it turned out holding hands was quite a useful idea in a dark crowded room). Still, it felt less intimidating once they were in, and music sounded louder than Kurt's hesitances.
Kurt consciously pulled his hand away when they reached the bar and the excuses were gone. When thinking of what to drink it hit him that what Sebastian had once offered him as a joke actually turned out to be one of his favourite drinks to have. "I'm sure you remember my order. I'm very adamant on the extra cherries." He said loudly enough.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Sebastian smirked at Kurt’s back as he slid out of the car. Parties were supposed to get crazy, or what was the point of them? But he understood that Kurt was here on business and wanted to make a good impression, so for his sake, he knew he had to play along. Flashes started to go off as soon as they got out of the car, and Sebastian automatically straightened his back and lifted his chin, turning this way and that to show off several angles of his face. He didn’t think anyone knew who they were, but attitude was everything. As long as they posed like they deserved to be here, people would want them to be.
“One with your boyfriend, please?” a photographer asked in bad french, gesturing at Kurt. Sebastian smiled. Time to be the arm-candy.
He closed his hand around Kurt’s elbow to pull him closer, and while the cameras flashed around them, slipped his arm around the other man’s waist. Holding him like that, Sebastian could direct him a little, using the pressure of his hand on Kurt’s hip to move him around. “We’re here for Vogue USA,” he declared helpfully. “This is Kurt Hummel. Be sure to write that down.”
To make the pictures a little more interesting, he smiled cheekily at the cameras and moved his hand a few inches down Kurt’s lower back. He moved his mouth close to Kurt’s ear and said: “Sorry, habit of the trade.”
Kurt
Kurt had been planning to just walk by photographers, but of course Sebastian had to go and make a show of himself. What is worse, is that he found himself pulled into that show and not really knowing what to do with himself. It wasn't like he could start an argument when there were so many cameras around he could barely keep his eyes open. Plus, Isabelle wouldn't be too pleased about a scene. Something else he wasn't about to let happen was have dozens of public images of himself looking dumb and uncomfortable.
Instead he smiled and kept close to Sebastian, feeling his heart pound at the touch and silent guidance of his hands. He had to remind himself that Sebastian's reasons probably had more to do with getting attention than getting to touch him. Still, he didn't resist or give him more than a pointed look for the memorable introduction. It was kind of nice of him, though. But, of course, Sebastian couldn't just do something nice.
Kurt blushed harder and harder as Sebastian's hand travelled downwards. And having him whisper so close didn't help much because they made him both shiver and paralyse for long enough for more than a few pictures to be taken of Sebastian touching him inappropriately.
Now, Kurt might have the most irresponsible and inconvenient crush on Sebastian, but there were some considerable lines being crossed there and, though Kurt couldn't quite think of what those were with a firm hand on his ass, he had had enough of letting Sebastian have his fun. "Don't push your luck." He muttered back, taking Sebastian's adventurous hand into his own and trying to pull him away from the flashes.
It did occur to him that the gesture might be taken as confirmation that they were together just as much as the groping (despite it being more socially acceptable). But there was too much occurring to him then to really focus on any single concern. Like, how he was still blushing, or what Sebastian had really done it for, if neither of them were nearly famous, or why he didn't just grab some other dude if all he wanted was attention, or... what the hell had just happened?!?
All questions that Kurt would have voiced if the fact that they were approaching the entrance to a very loud, poorly lit, seemingly crowded party didn't leave him a little more nervous than Sebastian's primal instincts. "This is so not scandals..." He said in quiet alarm, slipping behind Sebastian, which probably wasn't a great strategy, seeing as they would probably go their own separate ways inside.
SUMMARY → In the runway show’s after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Sebastian glanced over at Kurt. He had been oddly quiet ever since he mentioned the show’s afterparty and his ‘obligation’ to show his face there. Kurt had to really hate alcohol to dread parties so much. This was probably going to be the party to be in Paris right now, and he wasn’t looking as if he was enjoying that thought at all.
“Are you worried you’ll puke over someone again?” he asked, smirking a little. “In my experience, those are usually the most amusing parties…” Sebastian nudged Kurt’s foot with his. “Hey. Cheer up. I promise I won’t take embarrassing videos of you and post them on facebook. Does that make you feel better?”
Sebastian was still curious what Kurt’s intentions had been as he kissed him on the cheek, and he wasn’t likely to find out if Kurt was going to keep his distance sulking in a corner. If it was nothing, he could move on and find a nice model to spend the night with. If it … well, something… Sebastian didn’t exactly have a Plan B yet. He wasn’t sure which way he wanted it to go, yet. On the one hand, Kurt was only visiting, and he’d be leaving in a few days. Even if things got awkward, it wouldn’t be for long. On the other hand, it was Kurt. Hummel. Sebastian wasn’t sure there was any way this would not be awkward. Still, being around him the last days had planted a few ideas in his head that stubbornly refused to leave, and many of those involved those eyes looking up at him like they had at the fitting, or being close enough to smell his shampoo like he had while they exchanged gossip and jokes during the show.
Kurt
Kurt glanced over timidly and gave him a smile. It was nice of Sebastian to try to make him feel better... Kurt only wished he wasn't about to make him feel worse by hooking up with ten different guys at that party. "In mine, it was the most embarrassing school day. And I've shown up to class in a full Gaga outfit, so that says something."
The car came to a stop and Kurt felt his stomach turn in anticipation. He knew he was supposed to laugh at Sebastian's offer of mercy, but there was just too much making him nervous - photographers, drinks, rejection... "Yeah, please just... Try not to go too crazy?" He pleaded. Guh, that sounded pathetic even to himself.
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead he inhaled deeply, put on his Mr Confidence face and got out of the car. Not being famous was definitely an advantage when there were so many cameras around. At least they would be busy with other more interesting people. He waited for Sebastian to catch up, hoping he would want to at least walk in with him. A goodbye would be nice too. As for the rest of the party, he had a feeling he would spend it on his own.
SUMMARY → In the runway show's after party, alcohol and the strong beat loosen the boys and their desires.
Kurt was sat uncomfortably in the limo all the way to whatever club it was that they were supposed to go. The runway show had actually gone quite well. They had good time, defended their honour, and Sebastian had again proved he could be a much better person than what Kurt remembered. So much so that it was increasingly hard to hide how attracted he felt to him.
The idea of clubbing was seriously bothering him, though. For a start he wasn't even of age yet - in America and in his mind. More worrying still was that his little experience with alcohol and partying wasn't all that great... Indeed, they all came with memories that still made his heart ache. And that brought him to think of what he was fearing most of all, that would be the perfect environment for Sebastian to get it on with a ton of guys. So perfect it was almost certain to him that Sebastian had done it a million times before.
Maybe it was a good thing, though. Maybe if he really saw Sebastian with someone else that terrible idea of a crush would just go away. Still he was not looking forward to it. His plan was to leave as soon as his presence had been sufficiently noted for his job as representative to be done. Then, Sebastian could do all that he wanted. Kurt had work and boyfriend pillow waiting for him miles away.
The whole way he looked out the window and sat as far away from Sebastian as possible. He just had to let go of those dumb feelings and get over himself. The world did not and could not turn around Sebastian Smythe.
SUMMARY → Kurt and Sebastian attend a runway show as representatives of Vogue.com. They have a little too much fun with each other and it shows.
Kurt’s kiss caught Sebastian off guard and it took him a moment to draw his wards back up- a moment in which he just looked at Kurt and wondered what the hell had just happened. Was it just Kurt’s way of saying thanks, or was he supposed to do something now? It was an unusual situation for him. Sebastian knew only two kind of kisses; those from female family members (which were definitely platonic and needed to be brushed off as soon as possible) and those from the boys he hooked up with (which didn’t usually end up on his cheek and were never meant to be platonic). So which was this? If it had been any other guy, Sebastian would have just gone for it to find out, but this was Kurt Hummel, the man who had never hid his revulsion for Sebastian and his sexual appetites. A few days and some compliments about his modeling wouldn’t have changed that.
He realised belatedly that Kurt had asked him something. So had he really meant it? His mind desperately sought for a way to hide the fact that he had been oggling his boss and letting his mouth run free in the process.
“I have nothing to gain from flattering you, Kurt. My job’s already over, remember? Or am I getting paid for this?” He settled back into a comfortable smirk, feeling he had covered for himself nicely.
Kurt
The come back only made Kurt blush harder. Even with the joke, he was still saying he meant it, and Kurt didn't know quite how to take that. In his mind he just kept telling himself that Sebastian was trouble and that he couldn't let his smooth lines get to him. But what if it was too late for that? Well, there was more ambien and pillow cuddling waiting for him in New York.
"You're getting paid with publicity and Isabelle's gratitude. And mine, too." He told him truthfully, turning to him to give him a smile. Big mistake. He still hated that smirk of his and the things it did to him. Plus those intense green eyes, which looked like they could read his every thought even in the dim light. When he realised he was staring Kurt turned to the runway again, too distracted to watch the show, but determined not to let his pathetic crush make him do anything sillier than that kiss.
SUMMARY → Kurt and Sebastian attend a runway show as representatives of Vogue.com. They have a little too much fun with each other and it shows.
Sebastian noticed Kurt’s fading smile and could just kick himself for saying the wrong thing. Here Kurt was, aspiring designer, interested in fashion, not in models (especially models like him, his helpful mind added), and he was making up weird jokes, distracting Kurt from his job! He bit his lip. Should he apologise?
“I don’t actually know that guy, though,” he grudgingly admitted. “I was just making some stuff up because he looked so buff.” He shrugged a little uncomfortably and downed the rest of his wine. He wasn’t sure why he even cared. A couple of years ago, he would have probably pushed the remarks more because he noticed it made Kurt uncomfortable. Making him squirm had been a challenge back then. But he found that right now, he’d pretty much do anything to see Kurt enjoy himself again as he had before Sebastian said anything. Not sure how to achieve that, Sebastian turned back to the show. Maybe all that time he had spent perfecting his skill of making people feel bad should have been invested in finding nice things to say. But it was too late for that now. All he could do was keep his mouth shut and try not to make it worse.
The next model was positively slight in build compared to the other guy, and the hair on the side of his temples was brushed forward against his face, framing his cheekbones. Sebastian cocked his head. The model was kind of cute- though his smile wasn’t quite right and his eyes lacked a certain…depth. He had a fine body, though- and that usually was enough for Sebastian. But something was stopping him from trying to make eye contact or memorising the guy’s face for later. As Sebastian watched him walk away, he tried to think who the boy reminded him of that made Sebastian measure him against such high standards. He nearly dropped his glass when he realised he was comparing him to Kurt.
Maybe he had found something to say after all.
“You could wear that a lot better than he can,” Sebastian whispered.
Kurt
Kurt was not at all expecting Sebastian to take that back. It made him feel silly for being so angry at the guy and the one's who followed, but at least they were both made uncomfortable by his body. He shook his head, trying hard to repress a smile. "Oh, did you? He probably does paint kittens, though. And other things. If you're that body obsessed, you gotta be one us girls. Takes a femme, to know a femme." He joked. and even added a wink. He wasn't one to usually go with the easy gay joke, but hey anything to lighten up from all that negativity he had been sending the man's way. Turned out he was still a long way from being able to read Sebastian.
Kurt was more relaxed after that and was actually enjoying the show, when again Sebastian took him by surprise. He looked at him in astonishment. That was the third great compliment of the day, and this time it wasn't even offered as comfort. It was a simple and honest statement and Kurt almost wanted to ask him to say it again. "Is that really what you think? And what you said about my designs earlier?" He asked, his heart beating fast as if he were about to find out if this was a dream. Sincere compliments, especially about his appearance were not something Kurt got very often. And to get them from Sebastian of all people was not only unexpected but dangerous, because it only allowed his crush to grow.
"Thank you, Bastian." His emotions he could more or less control, but there was one urge he just had to do something about. Screw it, it wasn't like Sebastian followed the etiquette. Kurt leaned over and pressed a small kiss on his cheek. Oh... Was that a little bit of a stubble, he felt? Hot.
Refocusing on the runway became a truly challenging task.
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