fic: say his name like a prayer to god
an: just an idea that myself and a few twitter friends came up with;) a birthday present for the lovely flycarsonfly, who deserves all the smut in the world!:D
summary: Kurt, McKinley's most saught-after Cheerio, has his eyes on friend and captain of the lacrosse team, Sebastian Smythe. Let's be honest, I think we all know where this is going.
rating: M for mmm
warnings: barebacking
Kurt Hummel watches the quick-footed, long-legged form of Sebastian Smythe blur past him on the field, sucking in a sharp pool of cool, November air. The pom-poms clasped in his hand flutter a little, rustling as Sebastian’s speed stirs up a sort of wind.
He sighs in frustration as he watches the number ‘35’ zip away from him, curling his fingers tight around the quivering strips of plastic.
“The only boy on the whole team you haven’t at least kissed in a drunken stupor,” Santana snorts, nudging him in the ribs with that wide, cat-like smile creeping across her face. “Must be pretty frustrating.”
“Oh, fuck off,” he hisses, stepping away from her and cupping his hands around his mouth in a shout as Puck scores their team another point.
She hums, tipping her head to the side and watching him with an odd sort of interest. “He’s the only one you haven’t openly perused, either. Kind of odd, don’t you think? Or are you too busy falling for him to care about the sex?” That smile is still there, edgy and poisonous and even a little creepy.
His eyes widen as he turns to stare at her, slack-jawed. “Bitch.”
She laughs, curling her tongue over the edge of her teeth. “You know it’s true, Hummel. Nearly every boy in the whole school has gotten some sort of action from you, which is a pretty big deal considering how homophobic most of them supposedly were. But then you take Sebastian, the hottest guy in the whole school, and you’ll do nothing but stare. What else am I supposed to think, huh?”
He narrows his eyes at her, swallowing what may be the truth (and Kurt doesn’t know, he really doesn’t, not when it comes to Sebastian Smythe, the boy who sometimes watches old musicals with Kurt in his living room when he comes over to hang out with Finn but doesn’t want to play Call of Duty like Finn does every time he has a group of people over) like a pill without water.
Santana may not be a gossip, but her need to know everything can be especially irritating. Especially when she tells Brittany whatever she knows and the other girl is infamous for her big mouth.
“Like hell,” he snaps. “You know me, Santana. I don’t have feelings, not like that.”
Raising a sculpted eyebrow, she glances from the field to Kurt. “Fine, if you don’t have any feelings for him, fuck him.”
“E-excuse me?”
Though he tries to cover it up with a cough, she catches on to his stutter like a lioness to a gazelle. “You heard me, Cinderella. He’s over your house all the time, so invite him when nobody else is there and take control of the situation.”
He swears to god, he chokes on his own heart.
How many times has he thought about it? He and Sebastian are together enough that the other boy probably wouldn’t find it odd for Kurt to invite him over himself, rather than waiting for Finn to do it. But at the same time, what would happen if Kurt made the first move?
It’s no secret that both he and Sebastian are…experienced in that area, but with each other?
Oh, Kurt has thought about it at least a hundred times a day. He gets off on the thought of having Sebastian inside of him nearly every night.
But could he actually do it?
Without even realizing it, he smiles at Santana, feeling a familiar confidence rocket through his veins.
“You’re on, Lopez.”
Oh, yes he can.
-3-
Kurt can’t help but feel a little thrill of happiness when Sebastian eagerly agrees to a movie (is the word date? Kurt doesn’t know) meet-up between just the two of them. He doesn’t even sound suspicious when Kurt tells him that they’ll be completely alone, free of any parents or annoying step-brothers with hearts too big for their bodies.
Kurt spends the whole night getting ready for it, slipping into the tightest pair of pants he owns and a t-shirt that clings to his muscles enough to get even the straightest of boys panting like parched puppies.
He doesn’t actually plan on doing much watching, but he grabs Rent and sets it on the coffee table anyway.
Just in case. Always just in case.
When the doorbell finally rings, Kurt’s pulse picks up, but he ignores it and feeds off of the usual confidence he has in these sorts of situations.
Make him want it. Make him want it so much he’ll beg.
Answering the door reveals a side-smiling Sebastian, leaning casually in the doorway in a pair of low-rise jeans and a sweatshirt that brings out the green of his eyes in such a captivating fashion that Kurt forgets how to breath for a second.
“Ready to get our musical on, princess?”
He tries to walk into the house, but Kurt stops him with an arm across the doorway, staring at Sebastian with a loose, cocky smile that feels a little too stretched across his face.
He’s perfectly aware of the way his t-shirt rides up with the action, and he’s fairly positive that Sebastian notices it, too.
“Kurt…”
“You knew I had different intentions,” Kurt purrs, cocking his head a little to the side. He knows it’s a long-shot, that Sebastian truly may have had no idea, but he settles himself with the idea that neither he nor Sebastian is ever up for passing up a good fuck. “You knew, and you still came. Good thing, because I’ve been half-hard all day.”
For a moment, they simply stare at each other. Kurt with a smile and Sebastian with his lips slightly parted, like he doesn’t know exactly how to go about handling the situation.
Kurt isn’t entirely surprised when there’s suddenly a mouth on his, though the action is quick enough that his heart leaps a bit, suffocating him deliriously.
Sebastian pushes Kurt into the warmth of his house, reaching blindly behind him to close the door.
Sebastian tastes like vanilla mint, along with something a little darker that Kurt knows is simply unique to Sebastian’s chemistry. It’s intoxicating, zipping through Kurt’s bloodstream like a hit from something strong enough to make his head spin on impact.
He moans brokenly when Sebastian’s tongue surges past his lips, unable to help the reaction when he’s been waiting for this for so long.
They stumble back towards the couch, Sebastian clinging greedily to the front of Kurt’s shirt.
“About time,” Sebastian whispers as he reverses their positions and flops back on the couch, pulling Kurt so that the other boy is straddling his waist. “I swear to god, you’ve slept with every person in the whole school but me.” He tugs impatiently at Kurt’s shirt, pulling it up over his head and sucking in a sharp breath when he finally sees the soft planes of Kurt’s naked torso.
Snorting (even though his heart is fluttering at the thought of Sebastian wanting him), Kurt pulls at Sebastian’s sweatshirt. “Only the boys.”
Sebastian groans, like the thought is somehow arousing, before pulling Kurt down for another hard kiss, barely giving Kurt more than thirty seconds to examine his own bare chest.
At this point, Kurt is fully hard and aching. He’s been imagining this moment for months, and his thoughts have been in over-drive since Sebastian’s decision to show up.
He grinds down on Sebastian’s own half-hard cock, gasping into Sebastian’s mouth at the sensation.
It’s not nearly enough though. Kurt’s whole body is sparking like a live wire, desperate to have Sebastian inside of him.
“Lube,” he pants, pulling his lips away from Sebastian’s and dragging his mouth across his jaw to until he’s whispering the words against the shell of Sebastian’s ear. “In my pocket. Pull it out.”
“Damnit, Kurt,” Sebastian hisses, scrabbling to reach into Kurt’s pocket. “You really had this whole thing planned, huh?”
“Of course I did. It was only a matter of time, anyway. The school’s hottest Cheerio and the school’s hottest lacrosse player? Oh, sweetheart, we were a match made in heaven.”
Sebastian smiles at him, dragging his hand down the line of his spine before stopping at the waistband of his jeans.
That smile, Kurt knows, could put him together just as easily as it could tear him apart.
But this is about the sex.
Nothing more.
Pushing away from him, Kurt plants himself easily on his feet, fighting back a smile when Sebastian lets out a little whimper of complaint.
“Hush, baby,” Kurt coos mockingly, fingers dusting down his stomach before curling around the button of his jeans. “Can’t get much done with my pants still on, huh?”
He pops the button with a smirk, pulling at the zipper next. Sebastian’s eyes follow his every move, his lips parted the tiniest bit, like he can’t breathe properly without it.
He really loses it when Kurt pulls down his pants to reveal a lack of any sort of underwear, curling his fists into the material of the couch to keep from reaching out to touch. The lube sitting in his lap bounces onto the cushion.
Kurt bites his bottom lip, batting his lashes as he steps out of the loose denim. “Too tight to wear underwear,” he says simply, like he doesn’t know it’s killing Sebastian.
A moment later, as if snapping out of some sort of stupor, Sebastian slams his mouth shut and stands up to quickly undo his own jeans, pulling them off along with his boxers all in one go.
For a split second, Kurt thinks he’s beautiful, but he stops his own train of thought before it gets any more dangerous.
And then they’re back to kissing, bodies colliding and teeth knocking.
It’s a mess. They’re a wreck.
But they’ve waited long enough.
Which is why Sebastian wastes no time in popping the cap on the bottle of lube, eyes catching Kurt’s where he hovers above him. Kurt leans forward, pressing the heels of his palms against the back of the couch, kissing the tip of Sebastian’s nose, and nodding.
Kurt moans when Sebastian presses that first finger inside, curling it just right and sliding it out a little bit before pushing back in.
Kurt lets his eyes flutter shut—lets himself get lost in the sensation.
It hasn’t exactly been a while, so it doesn’t take long before Sebastian is pulling his fingers back and grabbing the lube again.
“Gonna ride your cock,” Kurt whispers, dropping his forehead to rest against Sebastian’s while Sebastian drags his lubed fingers around his cock. “Until you come inside of me.”
Sebastian makes a noise that sound suspiciously like a whine, bottom lip catching between his teeth. “Kurt…”
He positions himself at Kurt’s entrance with a kiss, letting out a low groan when Kurt settles down on top of him.
They both just sit there for a bit, Sebastian’s fingers pressing bruises like smudges against Kurt’s hips and Kurt leaning over him. Their breaths are shared, passing between them like individual prayers.
Kurt kisses him with a little too much tongue before rising up and slamming back down, thighs quivering just the slightest bit. Sebastian shouts, eyes slamming shut and head falling against the back of the couch, squeezing the skin beneath his hands a little harder.
Kurt can’t help it when he smiles, pulling his hands away and straightening up while throwing his head back. He’s so in his element here, and the feeling of Sebastian buried inside him is out of this world; mind-blowing, dizzying, disastrous.
He slams himself down on Sebastian’s cock with the finesse of someone who’s done this often (too many times to count, actually) but with the deliberateness of someone who’s waited way too long for something that he’ll only ever have one time.
“Kurt, Kurt, Kurt…” Sebastian babbles, eyes closed as his lips form the name.
Kurt kind of wishes he could stay this way forever, trapped in this embrace, but his stomach is already starting to coil tight in warning of the show to come.
Changing his angle so that he’s tipped a little bit backwards, Kurt picks up the pace, squeezing tight around Sebastian’s dick in an attempt to get him off first.
“Come for me,” he grinds out, opening his eyes to watch Sebastian. “Sebastian, come for me.”
Hips twitching, it doesn’t take even thirty seconds before his body is stiffening and he’s coming full-force inside of Kurt, shouting his name like he can’t get enough of it.
He’s stunning.
Kurt wants to see more, wants the watch until the image is soaked across his memory, but then Sebastian is curling his hand around Kurt’s cock and that’s it, he’s gone.
White lights and swirling dips of color, an explosion that tears through the fibers of his very being. It’s one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, if not the best.
He comes across Sebastian’s stomach and chest with a scream (he’s always been a screamer, at least that’s what the whole lacrosse team says) and a few deep, strangled breaths that suck the energy straight from the marrow of his bones.
Sebastian doesn’t let him catch his breath, though, twining his fingers through the hair at the base of Kurt’s neck and pulling him in for a sweet, lingering kiss that tastes like sex and peppermint.
They pull apart with a wet ‘smack’, taking a few seconds to catch their breath while knocking their smiling mouths against each other.
“That was…amazing,” Sebastian breathes, voice hitched with something unfamiliar to Kurt. He grins, teeth poking past his lips in such a way that it leaves Kurt breathless.
“We should do it again sometime,” he blurts, unable to think properly when he’s being blinded by the lights of Sebastian’s eyes. “I-I mean I know we both have our habit of, uh, getting around but—“
“Shut up, princess,” Sebastian interrupts, voice soft and eyes even the tiniest bit eager. He cups Kurt’s face in his hands. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
