Velvet Petals: Let The Fire Consume You
Title: Velvet Petals: Let The Fire Consume You
Media: Fic
Author: GlassParade
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jesse St. James and Kurt Hummel
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Sexual coercion, blackmail, hatesex, power struggles, dub-con.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 3500+
Summary: England, 1485: Kurt Hummel is being blackmailed by Jesse St. James into seducing and destroying Blaine Anderson, 2nd Viscount Dalton. But Kurt, a virgin, doesn't know what exactly to do to accomplish that, and he's getting irritated with Jesse's refusal to explain.
Additional Notes: This is an AU side-story of 'Velvet Petals, Piercing Thorns,' my Gleefic in progress that is already AU itself. This story is a speculation of what might have happened between Kurt and Jesse the first night they spent in Oxford - it is not canon to the story and should not be taken as such. It falls between chapters six and seven of that work, and it would be beneficial to you if you were familiar with it before proceeding.
This is, dubiously, a present for the Bitches Love Evil!Jesse St. James Society that has sprung up around my fic, all of whom have told me that this particular iteration of St. Hummel would have amazing hatesex, and I was inclined to agree with them. Also, I had to get a little tipsy to write this, as it's my first slash smut and it's kind of heavy subject matter. Go me, I guess. Formatting is a bit weird between LJ and Semagic, sorry about that.
Jesse could feel the incredulous rage seething from Kurt as they paced back to the inn. It rolled off of the younger man in waves, making Jesse roll his eyes in exasperation.
“I can tell you're angry at me. Not that I care, but you might as well let it all out so that it's not hanging over our heads, spoiling dinner.”
“Spoiling - St. James, you just threatened the life of a woman you don't even know!”
“Yes. I did.” He cast a sidelong glance at Kurt and made a clucking noise with his tongue. “Does this surprise you? Honestly, it's like you don't even know me sometimes. That's a bit hurtful, Hummel.”
Kurt was reduced to sputtering as they arrived at their inn, Jesse pushing open the door and preceding the other man into the common room. “I don't understand how you look at your face in the mirror every day, as hateful as you are.”
“I really have no problem with it,” Jesse shrugged. “I'm comfortable with who I am, where I want to go in life, and what I need to do to get there. That's a lesson you might want to learn if you're to survive this mission.”
“More lessons,” Kurt muttered darkly. “You're useless.”
“Excuse me?” Jesse's eyebrows shot up at the younger man's temerity. “What the hell could you possibly mean by that?”
Kurt pressed his lips together in a straight line. “Nothing.” Glancing around the crowded common room, he jerked his head towards the serving wenches. “Let's order dinner. I need that drink you so rudely turned down on my behalf.”
Jesse did not like the attitude that Kurt had developed today, didn't like his tone of voice or being insulted or, worst of all, feeling like Kurt Hummel believed that he had any right to assume even the tiniest vestige of control in this situation.
As he sullenly followed Kurt through the crowd, he vowed to find a way to nip this little rebellion in the bud. Quickly.
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Between the two of them, Jesse was fairly certain that they'd each consumed a bottle and a half of the inn's special honey mead with dinner. The difference was that he'd also managed to eat his portion of the venison pie and roasted potatoes they'd been served - while Kurt had only picked at his food, preferring, apparently, to drink his meal.
He'd be winesick in the morning, Jesse knew, but it wasn't as if they had anything to do other than twiddle their thumbs until Puckerman came through with the introductory letter to Crawford. And it absolutely wasn't as if Jesse cared at all about the other man's well being. He'd been a thorn in Jesse's side for the last three months - no, five years, really. For the last two days he'd been unbearable.
So let him be sick and headsore in the morning. It was the least the brat deserved until Jesse could plot other means of reminding him who exactly was in charge here.
“Useless,” Kurt mumbled from across the table, and that was it, Jesse wasn't letting that pass a second time. Shoving to his feet, he was on the other side of the plank table with haste, sitting next to Kurt on the bench before the younger man could do more than blink blearily.
Jesse leaned over to hiss in his ear. “You had better fucking explain exactly what you mean by that before I get very, very upset with you,Hummel.” For emphasis, he reached under the tabletop and grabbed Kurt's knee, squeezing his fingers into the tiny dents and dimples of the joint until Kurt mewled in pain.
“I will, Jesus Christ - just - let go.” Kurt hammered at Jesse's hand with his clenched fist until the Steward released him, but he didn't lean back at all. Jesse stayed right up in Kurt's personal space, determined to get an answer.
“Explain, Hummel. And it had best be an excellent explanation.”
Kurt slipped a surly glare his way. “I'm a virgin.”
“I'm going to have that tattooed across your forehead,” Jesse spat in exasperation. “I know, Hummel. Apart from, 'Please don't kill my father,' it's just about all I've heard from you for the past three months. You say that like I can do a damn thing about it.”
“You could tell me what to expect!” Kurt was a little too deeply into his cups to be quiet, and people looked up at him when that exclamation escaped his mouth. Jesse shot an apologetic smile around the room and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's wrist.
“I'm going to drag you to your feet and up to your room,” he whispered,harsh and angry. “And then you're going to get whatever seems to be bothering you off your chest for once and for all, do you understand me?”
Kurt yanked and twisted his wrist out of Jesse's grip. “You do not get to order me around, Jesse St. Useless,” he sneered. “I will go up to my room myself. I should have known you wouldn't be able to help.” Seizing the rest of the bottle of mead, he pushed up to standing and began stumbling off towards the stairs. It was quite evident that he thought he was making his exit with dignity.
Jesse swallowed an insane giggle when he walked into a chair and kept going like he hadn't even touched it. With a sigh, he got to his own feet and stalked over to the drunken idiot, arranging their arms so that Jesse could support him up the stairs. He didn't like Hummel and never would, but he would be damned if he'd let the man break his neck and waste all of the work Jesse had put into him.
And besides, he muttered to himself in annoyance. He still wanted answers. Nobody called Jesse St. James useless and got away with it.
The two men were fairly matched in height; only the fact that Jesse was slightly heavier and broader across the shoulders got them up the stairs without major mishap. He shoved open Kurt's door and aimed the other man carefully towards the bed before setting him to staggering with a finely timed push. By the time he'd closed the door and latched it, Kurt was laying on his back across the bed, a mutinous expression firmly in place across his irritating face. He'd somehow managed to get the wine bottle onto the bedside table, thank goodness.
Jesse rolled his own eyes and leaned back against the door.
“All right, any time you want to shed some light on your ridiculous little temper tantrum, feel free.”
Kurt half-sat up, balancing on his elbows. “I told you this morning that I didn't know what I was doing. Thought you wanted this whole thing to be a success.” His words were slurry and liquid; Jesse had to concentrate to hear, a feat made complicated by the fact that his own alcohol consumption was beginning to catch up to him a little. “You talk a lot. But you won't tell me what I need to know.”
“What the hell, Hummel, am I supposed to teach you how to fuck a man?” Jesse was incredulous. “Did you learn nothing about sex from those dunderheads you worked with in the stables?”
“Not 'bout men,” Kurt waved his hand for emphasis and nearly rolled over on his side. “Could do what was needful with a girl, maybe. 'Cept I can't, because I don't like girls...” He flopped backwards and glared at Jesse from under the locks of sun-streaked hair that had tumbled over his eyes. “You need me to do this right, you better be some kinda help, Jesse St.Useless.”
Jesse had really just about had it with being called useless, especially in that infuriatingly taunting tone of voice. “Fine.” He stomped over and yanked Kurt up to his feet, spinning him roughly around and pushing him so that he was bent over the bed. “This is your arse,” he bit out, slapping one hand across the anatomy in question and making Kurt yelp indignantly. “It has a a hole. Concern yourself only with hoping that Viscount Dalton stretches it enough that it doesn't hurt too badly when he buries his cock in it.” Annoyed, he shoved the other man down so that he fell against the bed.
Kurt struggled to turn over and glare again. “What if I want to do the fucking?”
“But 'you're a virgin,'” Jesse mocked. “And you're ever so pretty. Why don't you just let him do all the work? He probably knows what he's doing. Maybe. If you're lucky.”
The look on Kurt's face could best be described as surly. “If you'd tell me what I need to know, this would go a lot easier on me.”
“Oh, see, there's your mistake.” Jesse retorted, assuming an expression of false concern. “You think I actually give a fuck as to whether or not this goes easy on you at all.”
He was surprised when Kurt bounced up to his feet and got right up in his face. “I think...I think you need to...if'n you want my...my...cooperation. Jesse St. Useless.”
That did it. “I think, Kurt Hummel,”Jesse snarled, knotting his fist in Kurt's doublet, “that you need to be reminded of just who is in charge here...and to put that mouth of yours to better use than getting yourself into trouble.”
And with that, he yanked the surprised Kurt forward into a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and angry assault. “This is a kiss,” he murmured against Kurt's lips,skimming his tongue across that pink lower lip before snagging it between his teeth and pulling slightly, then letting go. “You start here, as hard or soft as you think the situation calls for.” Pulling the other man back in, Jesse allowed his tongue to plunder his mouth, tasting the sweet golden residue of honey mead in the softness and warmth. He sucked hard on Kurt's lips, so that when he pulled back again, he could see they were swollen already, Kurt's eyes wide and clear green in astonishment over them.
“A good rule in all aspects of sex,” Jesse informed him quietly, “is to watch out for your teeth. Don't use too much. This, for example,” and he leaned forward to bite down hard on the soft skin of Kurt's throat, eliciting a pained howl, “would be too much. But this,” and he moved to the other side, nipping more gently, “would be more acceptable, more pleasurable.”
When he looked at Kurt again, his eyes were sleepy with alcohol and a stirring lust that Jesse confirmed by glancing down at his crotch.
Well, he couldn't fault the man. He was half-hard himself after those shenanigans, even if he wasn't usually interested in men at all. Most of it was the feeling of having regained the upper hand with Kurt.
He wasn't ready to relinquish that; was not, in fact, finished reminding Kurt just who ran the show here.
“Get on the bed.”
Kurt's eyes widened in alarm. “What are you - ”
“You're about to learn something that will be immensely helpful in your endeavor to get Viscount Dalton to 'go easy' on you, Hummel.” He shoved Kurt backwards. “Remember what Miss Lopez was doing for me the first time you walked in on us?”
Kurt nodded. “But you're not interested in this being easy on me,” he snapped, pulling himself out of Jesse's grip.
“No. But I am interested in getting off, so I might as well turn this into a lesson,” Jesse growled, stepping forward again into Kurt's personal space.
The other man stepped back, his knees coming up against the bed. He was too drunk to stay upright then, especially when Jesse pushed him. “I don't think - ”
“And I'd like to keep it that way,” Jesse interrupted smoothly. “Back up against the headboard.”
Kurt pushed himself backwards even as he protested. “I don't want to - ”
“Spare me.” Jesse crawled onto the bed himself, leaning over the younger man and pressing his hand firmly against the erection in Kurt's hose. “You don't like me, but you like this.” He kneaded, carefully, and was rewarded with a further hardening and a broken moan. “And you want to learn, don't you? So you can do this right? Save your father?”
The green eyes went a steely gray-blue at that, and Kurt yanked Jesse into a kiss of his own, inexpertly thrusting his tongue into the Steward's mouth. Jesse pushed him back. “Ah, ah, ah. No.”
“Yes.” Kurt tried again, a stubborn expression setting his jaw firmly before he grabbed at Jesse again and pulled him in.
“No.” Jesse straddled Kurt's waist, leaning to guide the younger man's slender fingers to wrap around the posts of the bedstead. “What you have to understand, Hummel,” he whispered rough and low into his ear, “is that you are not in control of anything, no matter how badly you want to be. Make no mistake. I can tell you want to be.” He pulled back slightly to make eye contact, to drive home his point. “But I am in charge. Me. You don't even get to have a say in where. Your. Hands. Go.” He punctuated each short word by leaning a tiny, jerky increment closer to Kurt, ending up virtually nose to nose, close enough to bite at his lower lip again before leaning back.
Kurt whimpered then, and Jesse felt his hips strain upward, pressing his erection into his buttocks. Good. “Now. Hummel. I'm going to get up on my knees, and I'm going to unlace my hose, and I want you to keep your hands wrapped around those posts until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” He saw the flame of defiance light Kurt's eyes and hastened to remind him. “Your father?”
The flame extinguished, and Kurt nodded in compliance. Jesse kissed him again, hard and rough, pulling back only when the man beneath him began to whimper and gasp. “Good.”
As he straightened up and began to loosen his laces, it came to him why he was so aroused by the situation, even if he didn't like men generally or Hummel as a person at all. There were too many similarities to his arrangement with Santana Lopez - they couldn't stand each other either, but they both admitted that the sex was incredible.
Something about anger and mutual loathing had a way of exciting Jesse like nothing else, which was why he preferred Santana over her more pliable blonde friend. And now there was this, with Hummel - the hatred they each felt, the need for control...it was a good thing that Jesse had the upper hand of blackmail to play here. He had a feeling that if Hummel felt that he had any leverage at all himself that this would be a much greater power struggle.
The knowledge that he was in control over a person with as defiant and fierce a will as he himself had worked like an aphrodisiac, bringing him to full hardness in a painful hurry. Jesse shoved his hose over his hips, freeing his erection from its woolen prison. Reaching forward, he threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair and pulled the other man's head up to face him. Kurt's eyes were a mixture of fright, uncertainty, and his own arousal.
Clearly he was also not immune to the siren song of sex and anger.
“Hummel,” Jesse began, enunciating each word slowly and carefully. “I'm going to pull your head forward, but I want you to keep your hands right where they are for now. You're going to open your mouth and I'm going to guide you through sucking my cock.”
Kurt's eyes flicked down away from Jesse's gaze, settling on the sight of the erect shaft before him. He bit his lip in worry. “I don't know how - ”
“Hence the guide, Hummel.” Jesse sighed in exasperation. “Stop looking like that.It's not going to bite you.” He pulled Kurt's head forward again, pausing as a thought occurred to him. “And don't you even think of biting it, do you hear me? Watch the teeth.”
And with no further fanfare or ado, he forced Kurt's head forward and over the head of his manhood, stopping just short of choking depth. He held the man still there for a moment, letting him adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of a warm cock in his mouth. “Good.” When Kurt rolled his expressive eyes up to look at him, Jesse was hard put to stay unmoving.
He did have unusually striking eyes. Jesse bit his own lip.
“I'm going to start moving. Don't move your hands. Do start using your tongue.”
Jesse braced his hands against the walls and began to thrust his way slowly in and out of Kurt's mouth, picking up speed without warning the other man. “Suck, Hummel,” he commanded, shifting his hips faster. “Suck when I thrust in, breathe through your nose when I pull out.”
Without waiting for a response, he began to push his hips forward again, no slow build up now, just full on fucking into Hummel's mouth as if they'd been at it for years. Kurt's warm, mobile tongue slipped over and around Jesse's erection clumsily - but the desire to breathe was a quick teacher, and the movement of his head and tongue grew more sure with his confidence.
Jesse closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth and the movement, the wetness of lips and tongue closing over his member with a firmness that also managed to be gentle.
He didn't want gentle. Gentle did not remind Hummel of his place. He opened his eyes and glared down. “Hummel.”
Those eyes blinked open and up at him again, full of questions and confusion. The confusion gave way to surprise when Jesse thrust forward too hard, too fast and caused Kurt to choke. Jesse let a lazy smirk cross his face. “I didn't want you to get too comfortable.” He pulled out, a string of saliva and the first droplets of fluid from his arousal connecting his cock to Kurt's lips. The younger man licked around his mouth, breaking the connection.
Before Kurt could say anything or ask any of the questions in his eyes, Jesse knotted one hand in his hair and shoved himself between those lips again, now controlling the movement of Kurt's head with his hand. “Suck it hard and fast, Hummel. No choking this time.”
He was pleased to note, absently, that Hummel was continuing to keep his hands exactly where Jesse told him to, wrapped tightly around the finials of the bedpost. Good.
Jesse knew he was close already, the excitement of the power struggle and the anger filling the room an intoxicating combination that promised his release was not long in coming. As he pushed brutally into Hummel's mouth, he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. His climax began to unfold in the pit of his stomach, uncoiling and racing through his body with an urgency he'd never felt with Santana.
“Never,” he gasped, “ever defy or question me or call me fucking useless again, Hummel.”
He twisted both hands into Kurt's hair and thrust deeply into his mouth as he came, biting his lip to stifle the strangled shout of ecstasy that tried tear its way out of him. Jerking his hips involuntarily, Jesse ejaculated in hot spurts down Kurt's throat, slumping down and loosening his grip on the man's hair when he was spent.
After a moment to gather his thoughts Jesse pulled up his hose and haphazardly laced them back into place, just enough for decency so that he could get back to his room. In one smooth motion he was sliding off of the bed and moving towards the door.
Kurt stared at him, hands still secured around the bedposts, hair damp with sweat and in disarray from Jesse's hold on it. “Wait, St. James,” he whispered hoarsely. Spots of pink sat high on his cheeks. Jesse turned and admired the frankly pretty picture the younger man made, with his tumbling locks, swollen lips, and burning contempt in his eyes. He looked used, debauched, a fallen angel.
It was intoxicating. Absolutely a victory.
“Yes, Hummel?” he drawled, one hand on the doorlatch. “What is it?”
“What about me?” There was a flash of challenge there that made Jesse almost want to go back and answer it.
Almost.
“Finish yourself off,” he tossed over his shoulder before pulling open the door and leaving with a smirk.
Media: Fic
Author: GlassParade
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jesse St. James and Kurt Hummel
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Sexual coercion, blackmail, hatesex, power struggles, dub-con.
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 3500+
Summary: England, 1485: Kurt Hummel is being blackmailed by Jesse St. James into seducing and destroying Blaine Anderson, 2nd Viscount Dalton. But Kurt, a virgin, doesn't know what exactly to do to accomplish that, and he's getting irritated with Jesse's refusal to explain.
Additional Notes: This is an AU side-story of 'Velvet Petals, Piercing Thorns,' my Gleefic in progress that is already AU itself. This story is a speculation of what might have happened between Kurt and Jesse the first night they spent in Oxford - it is not canon to the story and should not be taken as such. It falls between chapters six and seven of that work, and it would be beneficial to you if you were familiar with it before proceeding.
This is, dubiously, a present for the Bitches Love Evil!Jesse St. James Society that has sprung up around my fic, all of whom have told me that this particular iteration of St. Hummel would have amazing hatesex, and I was inclined to agree with them. Also, I had to get a little tipsy to write this, as it's my first slash smut and it's kind of heavy subject matter. Go me, I guess. Formatting is a bit weird between LJ and Semagic, sorry about that.
Jesse could feel the incredulous rage seething from Kurt as they paced back to the inn. It rolled off of the younger man in waves, making Jesse roll his eyes in exasperation.
“I can tell you're angry at me. Not that I care, but you might as well let it all out so that it's not hanging over our heads, spoiling dinner.”
“Spoiling - St. James, you just threatened the life of a woman you don't even know!”
“Yes. I did.” He cast a sidelong glance at Kurt and made a clucking noise with his tongue. “Does this surprise you? Honestly, it's like you don't even know me sometimes. That's a bit hurtful, Hummel.”
Kurt was reduced to sputtering as they arrived at their inn, Jesse pushing open the door and preceding the other man into the common room. “I don't understand how you look at your face in the mirror every day, as hateful as you are.”
“I really have no problem with it,” Jesse shrugged. “I'm comfortable with who I am, where I want to go in life, and what I need to do to get there. That's a lesson you might want to learn if you're to survive this mission.”
“More lessons,” Kurt muttered darkly. “You're useless.”
“Excuse me?” Jesse's eyebrows shot up at the younger man's temerity. “What the hell could you possibly mean by that?”
Kurt pressed his lips together in a straight line. “Nothing.” Glancing around the crowded common room, he jerked his head towards the serving wenches. “Let's order dinner. I need that drink you so rudely turned down on my behalf.”
Jesse did not like the attitude that Kurt had developed today, didn't like his tone of voice or being insulted or, worst of all, feeling like Kurt Hummel believed that he had any right to assume even the tiniest vestige of control in this situation.
As he sullenly followed Kurt through the crowd, he vowed to find a way to nip this little rebellion in the bud. Quickly.
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Between the two of them, Jesse was fairly certain that they'd each consumed a bottle and a half of the inn's special honey mead with dinner. The difference was that he'd also managed to eat his portion of the venison pie and roasted potatoes they'd been served - while Kurt had only picked at his food, preferring, apparently, to drink his meal.
He'd be winesick in the morning, Jesse knew, but it wasn't as if they had anything to do other than twiddle their thumbs until Puckerman came through with the introductory letter to Crawford. And it absolutely wasn't as if Jesse cared at all about the other man's well being. He'd been a thorn in Jesse's side for the last three months - no, five years, really. For the last two days he'd been unbearable.
So let him be sick and headsore in the morning. It was the least the brat deserved until Jesse could plot other means of reminding him who exactly was in charge here.
“Useless,” Kurt mumbled from across the table, and that was it, Jesse wasn't letting that pass a second time. Shoving to his feet, he was on the other side of the plank table with haste, sitting next to Kurt on the bench before the younger man could do more than blink blearily.
Jesse leaned over to hiss in his ear. “You had better fucking explain exactly what you mean by that before I get very, very upset with you,Hummel.” For emphasis, he reached under the tabletop and grabbed Kurt's knee, squeezing his fingers into the tiny dents and dimples of the joint until Kurt mewled in pain.
“I will, Jesus Christ - just - let go.” Kurt hammered at Jesse's hand with his clenched fist until the Steward released him, but he didn't lean back at all. Jesse stayed right up in Kurt's personal space, determined to get an answer.
“Explain, Hummel. And it had best be an excellent explanation.”
Kurt slipped a surly glare his way. “I'm a virgin.”
“I'm going to have that tattooed across your forehead,” Jesse spat in exasperation. “I know, Hummel. Apart from, 'Please don't kill my father,' it's just about all I've heard from you for the past three months. You say that like I can do a damn thing about it.”
“You could tell me what to expect!” Kurt was a little too deeply into his cups to be quiet, and people looked up at him when that exclamation escaped his mouth. Jesse shot an apologetic smile around the room and wrapped his fingers around Kurt's wrist.
“I'm going to drag you to your feet and up to your room,” he whispered,harsh and angry. “And then you're going to get whatever seems to be bothering you off your chest for once and for all, do you understand me?”
Kurt yanked and twisted his wrist out of Jesse's grip. “You do not get to order me around, Jesse St. Useless,” he sneered. “I will go up to my room myself. I should have known you wouldn't be able to help.” Seizing the rest of the bottle of mead, he pushed up to standing and began stumbling off towards the stairs. It was quite evident that he thought he was making his exit with dignity.
Jesse swallowed an insane giggle when he walked into a chair and kept going like he hadn't even touched it. With a sigh, he got to his own feet and stalked over to the drunken idiot, arranging their arms so that Jesse could support him up the stairs. He didn't like Hummel and never would, but he would be damned if he'd let the man break his neck and waste all of the work Jesse had put into him.
And besides, he muttered to himself in annoyance. He still wanted answers. Nobody called Jesse St. James useless and got away with it.
The two men were fairly matched in height; only the fact that Jesse was slightly heavier and broader across the shoulders got them up the stairs without major mishap. He shoved open Kurt's door and aimed the other man carefully towards the bed before setting him to staggering with a finely timed push. By the time he'd closed the door and latched it, Kurt was laying on his back across the bed, a mutinous expression firmly in place across his irritating face. He'd somehow managed to get the wine bottle onto the bedside table, thank goodness.
Jesse rolled his own eyes and leaned back against the door.
“All right, any time you want to shed some light on your ridiculous little temper tantrum, feel free.”
Kurt half-sat up, balancing on his elbows. “I told you this morning that I didn't know what I was doing. Thought you wanted this whole thing to be a success.” His words were slurry and liquid; Jesse had to concentrate to hear, a feat made complicated by the fact that his own alcohol consumption was beginning to catch up to him a little. “You talk a lot. But you won't tell me what I need to know.”
“What the hell, Hummel, am I supposed to teach you how to fuck a man?” Jesse was incredulous. “Did you learn nothing about sex from those dunderheads you worked with in the stables?”
“Not 'bout men,” Kurt waved his hand for emphasis and nearly rolled over on his side. “Could do what was needful with a girl, maybe. 'Cept I can't, because I don't like girls...” He flopped backwards and glared at Jesse from under the locks of sun-streaked hair that had tumbled over his eyes. “You need me to do this right, you better be some kinda help, Jesse St.Useless.”
Jesse had really just about had it with being called useless, especially in that infuriatingly taunting tone of voice. “Fine.” He stomped over and yanked Kurt up to his feet, spinning him roughly around and pushing him so that he was bent over the bed. “This is your arse,” he bit out, slapping one hand across the anatomy in question and making Kurt yelp indignantly. “It has a a hole. Concern yourself only with hoping that Viscount Dalton stretches it enough that it doesn't hurt too badly when he buries his cock in it.” Annoyed, he shoved the other man down so that he fell against the bed.
Kurt struggled to turn over and glare again. “What if I want to do the fucking?”
“But 'you're a virgin,'” Jesse mocked. “And you're ever so pretty. Why don't you just let him do all the work? He probably knows what he's doing. Maybe. If you're lucky.”
The look on Kurt's face could best be described as surly. “If you'd tell me what I need to know, this would go a lot easier on me.”
“Oh, see, there's your mistake.” Jesse retorted, assuming an expression of false concern. “You think I actually give a fuck as to whether or not this goes easy on you at all.”
He was surprised when Kurt bounced up to his feet and got right up in his face. “I think...I think you need to...if'n you want my...my...cooperation. Jesse St. Useless.”
That did it. “I think, Kurt Hummel,”Jesse snarled, knotting his fist in Kurt's doublet, “that you need to be reminded of just who is in charge here...and to put that mouth of yours to better use than getting yourself into trouble.”
And with that, he yanked the surprised Kurt forward into a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue and angry assault. “This is a kiss,” he murmured against Kurt's lips,skimming his tongue across that pink lower lip before snagging it between his teeth and pulling slightly, then letting go. “You start here, as hard or soft as you think the situation calls for.” Pulling the other man back in, Jesse allowed his tongue to plunder his mouth, tasting the sweet golden residue of honey mead in the softness and warmth. He sucked hard on Kurt's lips, so that when he pulled back again, he could see they were swollen already, Kurt's eyes wide and clear green in astonishment over them.
“A good rule in all aspects of sex,” Jesse informed him quietly, “is to watch out for your teeth. Don't use too much. This, for example,” and he leaned forward to bite down hard on the soft skin of Kurt's throat, eliciting a pained howl, “would be too much. But this,” and he moved to the other side, nipping more gently, “would be more acceptable, more pleasurable.”
When he looked at Kurt again, his eyes were sleepy with alcohol and a stirring lust that Jesse confirmed by glancing down at his crotch.
Well, he couldn't fault the man. He was half-hard himself after those shenanigans, even if he wasn't usually interested in men at all. Most of it was the feeling of having regained the upper hand with Kurt.
He wasn't ready to relinquish that; was not, in fact, finished reminding Kurt just who ran the show here.
“Get on the bed.”
Kurt's eyes widened in alarm. “What are you - ”
“You're about to learn something that will be immensely helpful in your endeavor to get Viscount Dalton to 'go easy' on you, Hummel.” He shoved Kurt backwards. “Remember what Miss Lopez was doing for me the first time you walked in on us?”
Kurt nodded. “But you're not interested in this being easy on me,” he snapped, pulling himself out of Jesse's grip.
“No. But I am interested in getting off, so I might as well turn this into a lesson,” Jesse growled, stepping forward again into Kurt's personal space.
The other man stepped back, his knees coming up against the bed. He was too drunk to stay upright then, especially when Jesse pushed him. “I don't think - ”
“And I'd like to keep it that way,” Jesse interrupted smoothly. “Back up against the headboard.”
Kurt pushed himself backwards even as he protested. “I don't want to - ”
“Spare me.” Jesse crawled onto the bed himself, leaning over the younger man and pressing his hand firmly against the erection in Kurt's hose. “You don't like me, but you like this.” He kneaded, carefully, and was rewarded with a further hardening and a broken moan. “And you want to learn, don't you? So you can do this right? Save your father?”
The green eyes went a steely gray-blue at that, and Kurt yanked Jesse into a kiss of his own, inexpertly thrusting his tongue into the Steward's mouth. Jesse pushed him back. “Ah, ah, ah. No.”
“Yes.” Kurt tried again, a stubborn expression setting his jaw firmly before he grabbed at Jesse again and pulled him in.
“No.” Jesse straddled Kurt's waist, leaning to guide the younger man's slender fingers to wrap around the posts of the bedstead. “What you have to understand, Hummel,” he whispered rough and low into his ear, “is that you are not in control of anything, no matter how badly you want to be. Make no mistake. I can tell you want to be.” He pulled back slightly to make eye contact, to drive home his point. “But I am in charge. Me. You don't even get to have a say in where. Your. Hands. Go.” He punctuated each short word by leaning a tiny, jerky increment closer to Kurt, ending up virtually nose to nose, close enough to bite at his lower lip again before leaning back.
Kurt whimpered then, and Jesse felt his hips strain upward, pressing his erection into his buttocks. Good. “Now. Hummel. I'm going to get up on my knees, and I'm going to unlace my hose, and I want you to keep your hands wrapped around those posts until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” He saw the flame of defiance light Kurt's eyes and hastened to remind him. “Your father?”
The flame extinguished, and Kurt nodded in compliance. Jesse kissed him again, hard and rough, pulling back only when the man beneath him began to whimper and gasp. “Good.”
As he straightened up and began to loosen his laces, it came to him why he was so aroused by the situation, even if he didn't like men generally or Hummel as a person at all. There were too many similarities to his arrangement with Santana Lopez - they couldn't stand each other either, but they both admitted that the sex was incredible.
Something about anger and mutual loathing had a way of exciting Jesse like nothing else, which was why he preferred Santana over her more pliable blonde friend. And now there was this, with Hummel - the hatred they each felt, the need for control...it was a good thing that Jesse had the upper hand of blackmail to play here. He had a feeling that if Hummel felt that he had any leverage at all himself that this would be a much greater power struggle.
The knowledge that he was in control over a person with as defiant and fierce a will as he himself had worked like an aphrodisiac, bringing him to full hardness in a painful hurry. Jesse shoved his hose over his hips, freeing his erection from its woolen prison. Reaching forward, he threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair and pulled the other man's head up to face him. Kurt's eyes were a mixture of fright, uncertainty, and his own arousal.
Clearly he was also not immune to the siren song of sex and anger.
“Hummel,” Jesse began, enunciating each word slowly and carefully. “I'm going to pull your head forward, but I want you to keep your hands right where they are for now. You're going to open your mouth and I'm going to guide you through sucking my cock.”
Kurt's eyes flicked down away from Jesse's gaze, settling on the sight of the erect shaft before him. He bit his lip in worry. “I don't know how - ”
“Hence the guide, Hummel.” Jesse sighed in exasperation. “Stop looking like that.It's not going to bite you.” He pulled Kurt's head forward again, pausing as a thought occurred to him. “And don't you even think of biting it, do you hear me? Watch the teeth.”
And with no further fanfare or ado, he forced Kurt's head forward and over the head of his manhood, stopping just short of choking depth. He held the man still there for a moment, letting him adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of a warm cock in his mouth. “Good.” When Kurt rolled his expressive eyes up to look at him, Jesse was hard put to stay unmoving.
He did have unusually striking eyes. Jesse bit his own lip.
“I'm going to start moving. Don't move your hands. Do start using your tongue.”
Jesse braced his hands against the walls and began to thrust his way slowly in and out of Kurt's mouth, picking up speed without warning the other man. “Suck, Hummel,” he commanded, shifting his hips faster. “Suck when I thrust in, breathe through your nose when I pull out.”
Without waiting for a response, he began to push his hips forward again, no slow build up now, just full on fucking into Hummel's mouth as if they'd been at it for years. Kurt's warm, mobile tongue slipped over and around Jesse's erection clumsily - but the desire to breathe was a quick teacher, and the movement of his head and tongue grew more sure with his confidence.
Jesse closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth and the movement, the wetness of lips and tongue closing over his member with a firmness that also managed to be gentle.
He didn't want gentle. Gentle did not remind Hummel of his place. He opened his eyes and glared down. “Hummel.”
Those eyes blinked open and up at him again, full of questions and confusion. The confusion gave way to surprise when Jesse thrust forward too hard, too fast and caused Kurt to choke. Jesse let a lazy smirk cross his face. “I didn't want you to get too comfortable.” He pulled out, a string of saliva and the first droplets of fluid from his arousal connecting his cock to Kurt's lips. The younger man licked around his mouth, breaking the connection.
Before Kurt could say anything or ask any of the questions in his eyes, Jesse knotted one hand in his hair and shoved himself between those lips again, now controlling the movement of Kurt's head with his hand. “Suck it hard and fast, Hummel. No choking this time.”
He was pleased to note, absently, that Hummel was continuing to keep his hands exactly where Jesse told him to, wrapped tightly around the finials of the bedpost. Good.
Jesse knew he was close already, the excitement of the power struggle and the anger filling the room an intoxicating combination that promised his release was not long in coming. As he pushed brutally into Hummel's mouth, he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. His climax began to unfold in the pit of his stomach, uncoiling and racing through his body with an urgency he'd never felt with Santana.
“Never,” he gasped, “ever defy or question me or call me fucking useless again, Hummel.”
He twisted both hands into Kurt's hair and thrust deeply into his mouth as he came, biting his lip to stifle the strangled shout of ecstasy that tried tear its way out of him. Jerking his hips involuntarily, Jesse ejaculated in hot spurts down Kurt's throat, slumping down and loosening his grip on the man's hair when he was spent.
After a moment to gather his thoughts Jesse pulled up his hose and haphazardly laced them back into place, just enough for decency so that he could get back to his room. In one smooth motion he was sliding off of the bed and moving towards the door.
Kurt stared at him, hands still secured around the bedposts, hair damp with sweat and in disarray from Jesse's hold on it. “Wait, St. James,” he whispered hoarsely. Spots of pink sat high on his cheeks. Jesse turned and admired the frankly pretty picture the younger man made, with his tumbling locks, swollen lips, and burning contempt in his eyes. He looked used, debauched, a fallen angel.
It was intoxicating. Absolutely a victory.
“Yes, Hummel?” he drawled, one hand on the doorlatch. “What is it?”
“What about me?” There was a flash of challenge there that made Jesse almost want to go back and answer it.
Almost.
“Finish yourself off,” he tossed over his shoulder before pulling open the door and leaving with a smirk.