Kurt/Sebastian: Swallow Me (NC-17)
Title: Swallow Me
Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6700
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: AU, virgin!Sebastian
Summary: The first three months of Kurt’s collegiate career hadn’t exactly gone as planned. He's in New York, which is amazing. He's newly single, which is not. And his roommate at NYU is Sebastian Smythe, which is clearly not good. Though he's mentally prepared himself to be constantly sexiled due to his roommate's promiscuous behavior, it isn't until one night when he walks in on something unexpected that he finds out just how wrong he was in making that assumption.
A/N: Another appropriate title would be 'The One Where Sebastian is Both a Liar and a Virgin.' Title comes from the phenomenally sexy "Taste" by Lorna Vallings.
The first three months of Kurt’s collegiate career hadn’t exactly gone as planned.
Thanks to late admissions, he was at NYU’s Tisch for vocal performance, which was good. Blaine had broken up with him, which was obviously not good. Oh, and Sebastian Smythe was his roommate.
After more than one “conversation” with the housing department, which had been more Sebastian screaming about how he was supposed to have a single and it was an outrage, etc., he had finally given in but had proceeded to stomp around the small room they now shared and pretend like Kurt didn’t exist.
But eventually, Sebastian had stopped acting like a petulant child who had just gotten their favorite toy taken away and had surprisingly turned out to be a pretty good roommate. He did his homework in the library, kept his side of the room clean, and though Kurt had been expecting to find a rubber band around their doorknob more nights than not, he hadn’t been sexiled once. Kurt more than appreciated that Sebastian was kind enough to take care of those things when Kurt wasn’t around and wasn’t planning to be, just like Kurt was courteous enough to do the same.
On a cloudy, dismal December afternoon, Kurt found himself grasping handfuls of the sheets bunched above his head as a guy he’d met at a party a few weeks prior rode his cock like a pro. His lips were twisted into a coy smile that was such a distinct contradiction to the undulating, sinful movement of his hips that Kurt had to fight very hard against the urge to come already, dragged over the threshold by the tight hot friction against his cock. Sebastian was in class and would be for another hour, meaning that the fact that their bodies were bare and glistening, their moans muffled only enough not to be heard distinctly by the rooms next door, was of no consequence.
Until the door swung open wide, revealing the scene to a wide-eyed Sebastian.
“Oh,” he said, clearly frozen on the spot as he stared at them with glazed, shocked eyes until Kurt made a strangled noise of indignation while the guy-Jack-still in his lap made a grab for the blanket at the end of the bed. “Shit, sorry. I’ll just, uh, yeah…” Fingers slipping and fumbling, Sebastian just barely managed to get the door shut without any of his own appendages being caught in the way.
Needless to say, the moment was ruined, Jack going on his way back to class and Kurt left behind with a distressingly soft dick and some very irritated emotions, mostly aimed at his cockblocking roommate.
That night, Sebastian avoided eye contact. Next morning, same thing. Finally, the following night, Kurt cornered him.
“Okay, so you caught me having sex. I’m sure you’ve been there before. What is the big deal?” he demanded, fighting the urge to roll his eyes when Sebastian stared at him open-mouthed and gulping like a fish freshly yanked out of the water. And then, just as soon as it had started, it stopped. Sebastian snapped his jaw shut, glared at Kurt, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“The big deal is that I had to see that pathetic display of sexual activity in person,” he said with a casual shrug, diverting his gaze to something assuredly uninteresting on the wall. Kurt grabbed his chin and pulled his face back front and center.
“Tell me again how pathetic it was while looking me in the eye,” Kurt told him, feeling Sebastian’s jaw grinding his teeth together under Kurt’s forceful hold. Slapping his hands away, Sebastian took a step back and turned to face his desk, fiddling with a stack of papers that Kurt was entirely sure he didn’t need to be doing anything at all with at the moment. “That’s what I thought.”
They didn’t speak again for several days, dancing around each other like unwilling partners in a group number. Kurt was avoiding Sebastian because he was acting like a brat, and he honestly didn’t care why Sebastian was ignoring him. It didn’t matter, and Kurt knew that it would blow over just like their initial friction at the beginning of the year had.
The breaking of silence finally came when Sebastian asked to borrow a pair of pajama pants since a good ninety percent of his wardrobe was mounded into an Everest-sized pile in the bottom of his closet. Kurt had barely looked up from his homework and waved him in the right direction before remembering what else he kept in that drawer.
“Sebastian, wait!” he called out, but it was too late.
Eyes unblinking, Sebastian was already pulling the cylindrical object from its hiding place, which had been sandwiched between two innocuous pairs of flannel pajama bottoms.
“Is this…” Sebastian asked, fingertips stroking over the metallic finish. “Is this a fleshlight?”
Kurt’s heart dropped to his feet, landing squarely on top of his stomach, and he nodded, the movement completely lost since Sebastian wasn’t paying one iota of attention to him. Every bit of his focus was fixed on the object in his hands, turning it over and just staring in a way that made Kurt incredibly nervous. It was going to come any moment-the ribbing, the mocking, the typical Sebastian, and Kurt wanted to be prepared. He stood and crossed the distance between them just as Sebastian turned it on end and trailed one featherlight fingertip across the molded plastic asshole.
“You know that I’ve actually used that, right?” Kurt asked, the comment enough to startle Sebastian out of his daze. He sucked in a harsh breath before pushing it into Kurt’s chest. “And yes, it is. Santana gave it to me as a gag gift before I moved here.”
“Is it...” Sebastian paused and cleared his throat, avoiding Kurt’s gaze. “I mean, I’ve seen them in porn videos before but I assumed they were, you know, just for losers who couldn’t get laid.” He looked right at Kurt then, eyes challenging.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking care of your own needs, especially when you have a healthy libido. And how is this any different than doing it with your own hand, anyway?”
Sebastian shrugged and actually completed the task he’d set out to take care of in the first place, plucking the first pair of pants off the top of the pile and rushing back to his side of the room.
“Does it feel real?” he asked, unfolding the pants and twisting the material in his hands, memorizing the flecked patterns in the tile beneath his feet.
“No,” Kurt admitted, watching his roommate carefully as he sat back down at his desk, again picking up his pencil and tapping the eraser against his notebook a couple of times before resting his chin in his palm. “It feels good, but nothing could be as good as the real thing, you know?”
“Totally,” Sebastian said, smile bright and eyes wide as he stood. “I’m going to go change. Thanks for the pants.” And then he was gone, practically bolting from the room.
Giving the door his very best raised eyebrow, Kurt sighed and shook his head, getting back to his homework and trying not to give his clearly bizarre roommate another thought.
It was five days later that things came to a head.
Literally.
Kurt was exhausted. His finals were finished and he was ready to finish packing and then sleep for a good twelve hours before flying back to Ohio. Sebastian’s flight had left a few hours earlier, giving him that much needed alone time to decompress. With a sigh, Kurt pushed open the door to their dorm room, rolling his shoulders and already pulling the strap of his bag over his head. What he saw when he stepped inside, however, froze him in his tracks.
Sebastian was kneeling on the floor next to his bed, naked from head to toe, and thrusting.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” Kurt said hurriedly, backing away as Sebastian swore loudly and rushed to cover himself. What he didn’t cover was the fleshlight tucked securely between the bed frame and his mattress. “Oh.”
“I put the rubber band on the doorknob!” Sebastian shouted, glancing down and seeing the fleshlight exposed, attempting to hurriedly grab it while also keeping the pillow securely situated in his lap.
“I didn’t even look because you were supposed to be gone by now,” Kurt said, realizing that the door was still standing open, potentially ready to expose Sebastian to any random passerby, and he pushed it shut without a second thought. It was then that it hit him, and he pointed at the fleshlight in something that was fifty-percent horror and fifty-percent… pants-tighteningly not. “And is that mine?”
Sebastian gaped at him, sitting up stock straight with stomach muscles clenching as he just stared at Kurt. Emotions shifted across his face-embarrassed, scared, nervous, sure. He set the fleshlight beside him on the mattress and gave Kurt a look that was serious competition for the ones Kurt used to regularly send his way.
“Of course not. After I saw yours, I was… curious,” he said. “And you’re supposed to be at a final, so-”
“I finished early. Why are you not in Ohio right now?”
Sebastian shrugged and shifted uncomfortably, a blush breaking out across his cheeks, apparently aware of his nudity all over again. Kurt had to admit that he’d kind of become immediately accustomed to the sight, because for every ounce of obnoxiousness Sebastian owned, he had one of a sex appeal Kurt worked very hard to ignore. Most of the time it was easy, because at first Sebastian had been hitting on Kurt’s boyfriend and been a dictionary definition of a dick and then he was Kurt’s reluctant roommate, but now he was naked and had just been masturbating and it was frankly impossible to ignore at the moment.
“My parents’ flight from France was delayed so I just changed mine, too. I thought I was going to have the room to myself all night.”
“Big plans?” Kurt asked, and honestly, he had no idea why he was dragging out the conversation. Sebastian was nude save the pillow covering his lap, his legs thin and muscled and tense, like he was ready to run at any moment.
“Of course. Always,” was Sebastian’s quick response. Kurt shook his head and reshouldered his bag.
“You know, you say that, but this is the first time the rubber band’s been on the door all year. That was why I didn’t look for it. I used to every single time I came back to the room but it was never there. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t getting laid at all.”
Kurt meant it as a joke and reached for the doorknob, meaning to give Sebastian a few moments to get dressed before he had to come back in and pack, but Sebastian’s words startled him still like a frigid slushy to the face.
“Fuck you.” The sentiment was low, growled, delivered with the kind of diction that probably would have made Carmen Tibideaux preen. Kurt’s jaw swung open and he turned on the spot, facing Sebastian.
“Oh my god, you’re not. I thought you were just hooking up when you knew I was going to be gone, but you’re not.”
“Shut up. I am, too. I get laid all the time.”
“No,” Kurt said, shaking his head. “You don’t. You’re completely striking out in New York, aren’t you? What? The guys aren’t impressed by how many people you blew in bathrooms back at Scandals?”
Sebastian swallowed and visibly bit down on the inside of his cheek, his gaze dropping to the pillow in his lap. He picked at the pillowcase and mumbled something so softly Kurt had to ask him to repeat.
“I said…” Sebastian paused, eyes fluttering shut as he took in a deep breath, steeling himself for something. “Not just in New York.”
In an instant, it all made sense. The lack of sexiling, his reaction to catching Kurt in bed with Jack, the questions about the fleshlight.
“Are you a virgin?” Kurt asked. “Oh my god, you’re a virgin.”
“Just go away,” Sebastian pleaded, toes digging into the tile, hands gripping the pillow so tightly.
“Why would you lie about having hooked up with so many guys?” Kurt asked.
“Because it’s pathetic. I’m pathetic,” Sebastian shouted, standing and crossing the room to face Kurt. “Do you have any idea how many guys have hit on me? Tried to bring me home? How many guys I’ve made out with and then froze because I just couldn’t. Fucking. Do it?” Kurt looked at him while he spoke, but then his traitorous eyes flicked downward because his roommate was now fully naked and standing not two feet from him, the pillow discarded carelessly on the floor beside Sebastian’s bed. “I just can never seem to make myself do it, but I just…”
“Want your first time to be with someone you love?”
Sebastian scoffed, again seemingly unaware of his nudity due to his distressed state.
“Fuck no. I don’t care about that. I just… I don’t know. I just don’t want it to be with someone I don’t know. But it’s like the longer I wait, the weirder it gets, and everyone thinks I’m so experienced so that when I finally do sleep with someone they’re going to be… really fucking disappointed.”
Kurt sighed and dropped his bag to the floor.
“Sebastian, nobody’s going to be disappointed. I can pretty much guarantee that,” he said, giving Sebastian an intentionally obvious onceover. That seemed to remind Sebastian that he was indeed completely naked, and he moved to cover himself before stopping and looking defiantly back at Kurt instead.
“I know I look good naked. That’s not the issue. I just have no fucking idea what I’m doing and the fact that you and the gelmetted Polly Pocket reject have more experience than I do makes me want to jump off the Empire State Building.”
“So you haven’t had sex. Who cares? You’re eighteen, Sebastian, lots of people don’t lose-”
“I care. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I’ve been ready for a long time but just didn’t… God!” He grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled, giving a shout to the ceiling before continuing. “I just haven’t had someone to do it with.”
Kurt breathed in slowly and took a step forward. In all the time he’d known Sebastian, he’d never seen him like this--so flustered and frustrated and, well, virginal. From literally his first meeting with Sebastian, Kurt had assumed that he was not only experienced but promiscuous. Now, though, knowing that Sebastian was actually waiting to lose his virginity to someone he trusted, he felt more than a little bad for how he’d let the nervous and false boastfulness of his roommate keep him from seeing what was really going on.
“And I don’t even care after that,” Sebastian continued. “I don’t want to be in fucking love with the guy and I certainly don’t want to be dating him since the idea of being in a relationship makes me want to throw up, but-”
“There’s nothing wrong with waiting.”
“But I don’t want to wait,” Sebastian said. “I was just fucking a plastic asshole because I was so desperate to know what sex felt like even though you told me it wasn’t the same. That’s how desperate I am and why am I still naked?”
Sebastian huffed and stormed across the room and started digging in his dresser for something to put on, but all Kurt could do was stare at the muscled swell of Sebastian’s ass, the slope of his shoulders and the backs of his knees. It was crazy, stupid, and probably the worst idea Kurt had ever had in the entirety of his life, but his legs started to move him across the room until he found himself standing right behind Sebastian. He trailed the fingertips of his right hand across Sebastian’s lower back, freezing his roommate in the midst of his drawer-rifling.
“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked, voice soft.
“Helping out a friend,” Kurt told him, sliding his hand to curl around Sebastian’s waist, waiting there. “If he wants me to, that is.”
“I don’t want you feeling fucking sorry for me, okay?” Sebastian said, but didn’t move away. In fact, Kurt could feel the subtle shift of Sebastian leaning into his touch. Brushing his lips against the soft, freckled skin of Sebastian’s shoulder, Kurt leaned in closer so he could press his growing erection into Sebastian’s naked ass.
“I really don’t,” he replied fingers dipping lower and thrumming over the jut of a hipbone. “I just think you should know what the real thing feels like.”
“No,” Sebastian said, turning but not backing away. The inches he had on Kurt were so apparent at this angle and honestly, it made Kurt’s stomach clench up in a way that was unfamiliar but not at all unwelcome. “I don’t want that.”
Any good, aroused feelings Kurt had been experiencing were swept away with a wave of crushing disappointment and embarrassment, and he stepped back only to find himself yanked close again by a hand around his wrist.
“If you’re going to turn me down, you could at least let me leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave. I just don’t want to fuck you,” Sebastian said. “I want you to fuck me. It’s how…”
He was blushing again, not wanting to finish the statement that Kurt could fill in just fine on his own, so Kurt didn’t make him. Instead, he slid a hand into Sebastian’s hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He’d expected it to be awkward, kissing Sebastian after all the shit they’d put each other through in the last year, but it surprisingly wasn’t. What was surprising was the moan that roared in his chest at the first swipe of Sebastian’s tongue against his own.
It was sure and warm, and Kurt let him take control of the moment, knowing that soon, Sebastian was going to be relinquishing every ounce of it so Kurt could get him where he needed to go. There were hands in his hair, long fingers carding through the strands and mussing it beyond repair before they even really got started, but Kurt couldn’t have cared less. Not when Sebastian was sucking lightly--too lightly to be anything more than a tease-on his tongue and backing toward his bed.
“Are you sure?” Kurt asked, the words trailing off slightly as Sebastian started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now help me take your fucking clothes off,” Sebastian told him, giving up on the shirt and all of its buttons and moving down to the pants. He popped open the button without issue, but froze when he got to the zipper.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked, shirt halfway undone as he looked at Sebastian.
“Just give me a second, okay?” he spat, glaring at Kurt a little before sitting on the edge of his bed, putting himself at eye level with Kurt’s stomach before again reaching for the zipper. Kurt understood then and forced himself to relax for Sebastian’s sake. Pulling down the zipper was going to bring him in direct contact with the hardened length of Kurt’s cock. It was the first time Sebastian was ever going to touch a dick other than his own. Kurt let him take his time even though all he wanted to do was shuck off every bit of his clothing and do something about the ache in his balls that certainly wasn’t lessening due to the light touches brushing against him through the denim. “Are you kidding me?”
Kurt looked down and laughed lightly as Sebastian peeled his jeans down over his bare hips.
“I’d get lines if I wore underwear with these pants,” Kurt explained, quickly pulling off his shirts and dropping them to the floor.
“Can I?” Sebastian asked, not raising his gaze from Kurt’s cock, which was completely hard and curved toward his stomach, his hand already reaching for it. With a little half smile, Kurt stroked a hand over Sebastian’s cheek.
“Of course.”
Sebastian nodded and breathed in deeply before curling his fingers around Kurt’s length, immediately stroking up to the tip and thumbing over the head.
“You look a lot better naked than I had myself convinced you would,” Sebastian said, still pumping his hand up and down Kurt’s cock in what, Kurt assumed, was the way he was used to stroking himself. “Honestly, I was pretty sure for awhile that you looked like a Ken doll down here.”
“Disappointed?” Kurt asked, whining a little as Sebastian trailed his thumb over his slit. Sebastian seemed to consider the question for a moment, mesmerized by the movement of his hand on Kurt’s cock, and Kurt bit down on his bottom lip to keep his hormones in check.
“No,” Sebastian laughed, the sound nervous and pinched. “That was back when I forced myself to believe that I wasn’t attracted to you.” Kurt’s stomach gave a little shuddering tremor that then crept up his spine at Sebastian’s words.
“So you find me attractive now?” he teased, hoping it would alleviate some of the nerves so obviously etched all over Sebastian’s handsome face.
“You have your moments,” Sebastian said, still pumping his hand up and down Kurt’s cock, but his focus had moved. No longer did it seem that he was actively trying to get Kurt off. Now it was more like he was just keeping Kurt hard, and that was all the encouragement Kurt needed to move things further.
“Like when you caught Jack riding me?” Kurt asked, gently brushing Sebastian’s hand away and quickly shucking off his already half undone clothes.
“That guy was hideous,” Sebastian scoffed, eyes widening as Kurt dropped to kneel between Sebastian’s feet.
“He was not and we both know it.”
“He was too.”
“Will you stop being a jealous bastard and let me blow you already?” Kurt asked, hands stroking lightly over Sebastian’s thighs.
“I’m…” Sebastian started to counter, but stopped himself and nodded instead. “Yeah, okay. That sounds… yeah.”
Kurt laughed a little because seeing Sebastian so flustered was actually kind of adorable, and he scooted in closer so he could lick all the way from Sebastian’s balls to the tip of his cock. Sebastian moaned and his hips jerked forward on the mattress, the head of his dick bumping into Kurt’s chin, therein bringing about a slew of apologies.
“It’s okay,” Kurt smiled, hand curling around the base of Sebastian’s cock and holding it still so he could sink his mouth over the tip.
Kurt more than knew what he was doing, had now in fact done this with four different guys, all of whom were more than appreciative of his skills, but this felt different. Partially, it was because he knew that it was Sebastian’s first time with it and he wanted to go slowly, but partially because of the way Sebastian was looking at him. As his mouth worked its way slowly down Sebastian’s cock in a tight ring, licking and sucking and taking his time bringing Sebastian’s cock deeper, Sebastian just stared at him. Their eyes were locked and Kurt didn’t dare rush through a single moment, because if the look he was receiving was to be taken at face value, he blowing Sebastian’s mind.
“You’re really good at this,” Sebastian said, finally finding a use for his jaw other than letting it hang open at the sight between his legs. Kurt hummed and raised his eyebrows and brought the head of Sebastian’s cock to the back of his throat, swallowing around it just in time to hear Sebastian cry out and grab two fistfuls of Kurt’s hair. “Fuck!”
Feeling the telltale pulse in Sebastian’s cock, Kurt quickly pulled back, sucking lightly on the head and running his tongue all over the smooth skin he found there while Sebastian came hard in his mouth, the rush of warmth and the familiar yet also unfamiliar bitter taste flooding his tongue.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sebastian moaned, the words tumbling out on a long exhalation. Kurt pulled off slowly, flicking his tongue over the head one more time just to hear the strangled noise Sebastian made, and sat back on his heels.
“I’m not,” Kurt told him softly, clearing his throat a little and licking his lips. “Lie back for me.” Sebastian nodded, hesitating for just a second before swinging his legs up onto the mattress and lying down. He looked nervous, hands twitching against the sides of his thighs like he had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Kurt smiled and climbed onto the bed, urging Sebastian’s knees apart and up until he had the access he needed.
“You’re so hard,” Sebastian murmured, eyes fixated on the length of Kurt’s cock bobbing slightly as he got himself appropriately adjusted on the mattress.
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt agreed, taking a moment to drink in the lines of Sebastian’s body, every inch of him just as toned and tanned and, frankly, perfect as Kurt had imagined he would be if all the time he spent at the gym was to be taken seriously. “Where’s your lube?”
“Oh, um, right here,” Sebastian said, twisting on the bed to reach beneath it and working his abs into a state of tension Kurt couldn’t help but appreciate.
After a few extended seconds of fumbling and cursing beneath his breath, Sebastian finally flopped back onto the bed, hand extended and holding a half-full bottle of lube in Kurt’s direction. Raising an eyebrow, Kurt flicked open the bottle and took his time carefully coating three fingers. Sebastian watched the movement intently, his own hands gripping the sheets at his sides. As Kurt set the bottle aside, he could feel Sebastian squirm subtly and he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to Sebastian’s lips.
“You okay?” Kurt asked between kisses, snaking his hand down between Sebastian’s legs, poised perfectly to get to business as soon as he got the go ahead.
“Yeah,” Sebastian nodded, eyelids heavy and cheeks flushed. “I’m good.”
“Good,” Kurt smiled, finally allowing his fingers to find what they’d been anxiously waiting to touch. Sebastian inhaled sharply as Kurt first made contact with his asshole and Kurt kissed away the tension as he stroked in firm circles. “Still okay?”
Sebastian nodded, staring up at Kurt and licking at his lips.
“It’s just… it’s really different than when I do this to myself,” Sebastian said, hands gripping the sheets again as Kurt dipped his head to graze his lips along the column of Sebastian’s throat.
“Have you done this a lot?” Kurt asked, sucking lightly over the pulse point beneath his lips as he pushed the tip of his middle finger inside.
“Ah,” Sebastian cried out softly, fingers flying to grab onto Kurt’s ribs as Kurt gently worked his finger in and out. “Yeah. It’s what I usually do. That’s…” He paused then, craning his neck to stare down as Kurt withdrew his finger in order to add a second. “That’s why I wanted to do it this way.”
Kurt groaned and sucked harder at the side of Sebastian’s neck, continuing the slow in and out of his fingers, stretching Sebastian for what was yet to come. The mental image of his roommate fucking himself with his own fingers was too much considering how turned on he’d been for what felt like an eternity at this point.
“Are you ready for more?” Kurt asked, pulling back to sit on his heels and pausing with his fingers buried to the hilt. A smirk slid onto his lips as Sebastian clenched around his fingers, hips twisting as he tried to get more all on his own.
“Ngh, yes,” Sebastian moaned. His face crumpled into a look of concern as Kurt didn’t remove his fingers, though. “I thought… oh.”
His free hand curling around Sebastian’s still soft and spent cock, Kurt angled his fingers to stroke over Sebastian’s prostate. Another oh filled the silence, this one drawn out and ending with a broken moan that went straight to Kurt’s already throbbingly hard cock. The sound was raw and open, ripped from Sebastian’s throat with its tendons strung tight as he arched his back and worked his hips against the infinitesimal movements of Kurt’s fingers. There was a patch of ruddiness blooming across his neck and chest and Kurt bent forward to press a series of kisses there while he stroked Sebastian’s cock back to hardness and let Sebastian writhe on his fingers.
“You look amazing,” Kurt whispered against the flushed skin of Sebastian’s chest, tongue tracing a path between the freckles that lay there. He pulled back his fingers to a whine from Sebastian, and shushed softly as he pushed in three that time, focusing more on stroking and stretching than massaging his prostate, something Sebastian didn’t seem terribly thrilled with.
“More, Kurt. Come on,” Sebastian pleaded. Kurt thumbed over the head of Sebastian’s cock, smearing around the precome building there all over again, and smiled.
“I need to go grab a condom. Just a second,” he said, pulling out with a firm upward push and pressing his fingertips over the spot that stopped up Sebastian’s breath in his throat.
“Hurry,” Sebastian ordered. Kurt barked out a laugh as he rose, crossing the room quickly and digging in his top dresser drawer for the box of condoms tucked beneath a stack of neatly organized socks.
By the time he got back to the bed, Sebastian looked nervous again. The edge of his bottom lip gone pale from the pressure of his teeth against the rest, he watched Kurt approach the bed, already ripping open the pale gray wrapper and tossing it to the floor as he started to roll it on while moving back between Sebastian’s legs. Kurt tried to gain Sebastian’s gaze but found himself unable as his roommate’s vision was fully fixated on the sight of Kurt sheathing his cock in a layer of thin latex.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kurt asked as he stroked some lube over himself with slow, firm strokes, hips thrusting a little into the curl of his fist. That part, he had to admit, was for show. From the way Sebastian’s cock jerked at the sight, Kurt was pretty sure he had an appreciative audience.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” Kurt rested a hand on Sebastian’s knee, waiting for permission to go further. Though the stupider, less contemplative parts of himself were aching and ready to go, the smarter parts needed reassurance. In the back of his mind, he remembered a chilly November night a year earlier with smiles and gentle touches and whispered I love yous. This wasn’t like that, wasn’t even close, but Kurt would do everything he could to make it good for Sebastian if it was still what he wanted.
Sebastian finally looked up, darkened eyes boring into Kurt’s as he nodded.
“I trust you.”
“Okay,” Kurt said, lowering himself on top of Sebastian and smiling for just a moment against his lips at the always wonderful feeling of warm skin and firm muscle and heaving breaths beneath him.
As he kissed Sebastian deeply, tongues moving deftly together in the kind of desperate way Kurt secretly loved despite its typical messiness, he took Sebastian’s legs behind the knee and urged them up and away from his body, spreading him open so Kurt could be as close to him as possible the entire time. Pulling back with one final kiss, all he could feel was the tight grip of Sebastian’s hands on his ribs and the hard heat of Sebastian’s cock pressed against his. He settled his weight onto one forearm and reached down to position and slowly push the head of his cock inside.
“Oh god,” Sebastian breathed out, eyes clamping shut as Kurt started to thrust in and out, his movements small and, honestly, the picture of restraint because Sebastian felt amazing. Between the way Sebastian was holding onto him and the tighttight grip around his cock, Kurt was having a hard time remembering to breathe, let alone go slowly enough to be accommodating to the fact that it was Sebastian’s first time.
“You okay?” Kurt asked as he finally bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against Sebastian’s ass as he relaxed a bit. “Hey, open your eyes.”
Taking a moment to breathe in deeply, Sebastian opened his eyes. He hardly gave Kurt a chance to do anything, though, before he was surging up to crash their lips together, hands abandoning Kurt’s sides to thread through his hair as he kissed Kurt hard, deep, and really well. Kurt took that as an invitation to continue, so he did. Knees digging into the mattress, he pulled out halfway only to thrust back in, rocking his hips gently as he gave Sebastian time to get used to the feeling.
“This is so much better than a dildo,” Sebastian rasped as he ripped his lips from their kiss, head tipping back as Kurt angled just right to stroke over his prostate. Kurt laughed and kissed the side of his throat, biting down lightly as he paused buried deep inside of Sebastian as he shifted for better leverage.
“I’m so glad,” he said, raising up and again grabbing onto Sebastian’s knees, thrusting a little harder now.
Sebastian moaned loud and long, hands fisted in the sheets and eyes staring up at Kurt. Biting on his bottom lip, Kurt reached down to curl a hand around Sebastian’s cock, jerking him off as he kept fucking him with short, shallow thrusts. It was hard to remember that Sebastian wasn’t the sex god he’d always proclaimed himself to be as Kurt looked down and saw him so turned on and panting and debauched. His skin was sticky with sweat and hot to the touch, every inch of him finally drenched in the sex he’d been pretending to be familiar with for so long.
“You feel so good,” Kurt told him, the words gritted out from between his teeth. He told him partially because it was true but mostly because he wanted Sebastian to know. There was something about the way Sebastian was looking up at him, like he couldn’t possibly look away. Kurt wasn’t sure if he was seeking approval or if it was something else, so he flung the compliment in Sebastian’s direction in the middle of a deeper, harder thrust, and the words fluttered his roommates eyelids shut.
“Yeah?” Sebastian asked, expression almost a little naughty in amongst all the innocence and arousal. Kurt nodded, never stopping the steady pistoning of his hips, and ducked down for a quick kiss.
“So good. So tight,” Kurt breathed, pecking Sebastian’s lips once more before hauling himself back up to his knees and picking up the pace a bit.
The friction against his cock was incredible, and he stroked his hands down Sebastian’s thighs before wrapping one around Sebastian’s cock to again jerk him in rapid strokes, wanting to get him as close as Kurt was. He could feel his entire body going tight, an ache spreading through him with the intense need to come. All he had to do was look down at Sebastian to find him staring back up with his lips parted and his breaths heaving and it happened.
Face crumpling into a look of almost pained bliss, Kurt came hard, hips snapping forward so hard it rocked Sebastian’s entire body on the mattress. His hand tightened just under the head of Sebastian’s cock and apparently, that was all he needed to come as well, letting out a whining moan as he shot streaks of come onto his stomach. Cock still twitching with aftershocks, Kurt pulled out slowly and moved so that he could rather ungracefully flop to the mattress next to Sebastian.
The space was tight, barely enough room for the two of them to lay beside each other, but Kurt stayed nonetheless. All Sebastian was doing was staring up at the ceiling, fingertips absently trailing through the come on his stomach as he visibly worked to even the depths of his breaths.
“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, finding the strength to turn onto his side but not enough to prop up his head. He was sated from head to toe, eyelids sagging with the need to sleep and skin buzzing with remnants of pleasure.
“Yeah,” Sebastian told him, voice a little gravely and soft. “I just can’t believe it finally happened.”
Kurt hummed and shoved up and off the mattress, needing to do something about the condom and his state of undress in the air that seemed to have gone chilly all of a sudden now that their activities had ground to a nice, orgasmy halt.
Not speaking again, Sebastian got up also and cleaned off his stomach with a paper towel while Kurt pulled on his robe and was just starting to tie it when he felt himself being turned around and thoroughly kissed. Sebastian was still naked, seemed rather at home that way, and Kurt didn’t at all mind the chance to touch him again, fingertips skirting over rips and hips as they kissed until their already aching lips were sore and swollen all over again.
“What was that for?” Kurt asked, unable to help but feel a little dizzy as Sebastian pulled away and took a step back.
“It was a thank you,” Sebastian said.
“A card filled with generic sentiments would have sufficed,” Kurt teased, moving across the room to pick up his shower caddy. He had to shower and pack and get himself to the airport if he was going to make his flight.
“I don’t do cards,” Sebastian stated, leaning against his desk, body still distractingly bare and taunting Kurt to look.
“Figures.”
“You know, I wouldn’t completely mind if we did this again sometime,” Sebastian said, ignoring Kurt’s jab and looking so nervous Kurt had to reel in the impulse to do something extraordinarily stupid like hug his roommate until the nerves melted away.
“Oh really? I figured you’d be out humping every gay, bi, and heteroflexible guy on campus after this,” Kurt teased. Well, he was mostly teasing. Part of him really believed it to be true.
“They might be lousy in bed,” Sebastian shrugged.
“Are you saying I wasn’t?” Kurt asked, taking a sauntering step away from the door and unable to swipe the shit-eating grin from his face.
“You weren’t awful.”
“Not awful? Is that why you came twice?” Kurt asked.
“I’m eighteen. I’ve come more than that from crappy internet porn,” Sebastian said and the statement was… challenging.
Kurt glanced at the clock, neon green numbers shouting at him to get the hell in the shower. Lucky for the both of them, Kurt had always been particularly good at ignoring demands made of him when they didn’t suit his needs.
“Is that so?” Kurt asked, dropping his shower caddy to the ground, its contents spilling every which way and Kurt couldn’t have possibly cared less. Sebastian nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, sending a look of confusion in Kurt’s direction when he found himself spun around to face the desk he’d been leaning against mere seconds earlier. Gently, Kurt unfolded Sebastian’s arms and guided them to the desktop, planting both hands firmly on the smooth surface. He leaned in and whispered against the shell of Sebastian’s ear. “How do you feel about rimming?”
“I don’t know,” Sebastian said, smile evident in his voice even though Kurt couldn’t see as he trailed his fingertips down the gentle curve of Sebastian’s spine. “I’ve never tried it. I’m kind of a virgin.”
“Not anymore you’re not,” Kurt said before dropping to his knees.
Pairings: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6700
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: AU, virgin!Sebastian
Summary: The first three months of Kurt’s collegiate career hadn’t exactly gone as planned. He's in New York, which is amazing. He's newly single, which is not. And his roommate at NYU is Sebastian Smythe, which is clearly not good. Though he's mentally prepared himself to be constantly sexiled due to his roommate's promiscuous behavior, it isn't until one night when he walks in on something unexpected that he finds out just how wrong he was in making that assumption.
A/N: Another appropriate title would be 'The One Where Sebastian is Both a Liar and a Virgin.' Title comes from the phenomenally sexy "Taste" by Lorna Vallings.
The first three months of Kurt’s collegiate career hadn’t exactly gone as planned.
Thanks to late admissions, he was at NYU’s Tisch for vocal performance, which was good. Blaine had broken up with him, which was obviously not good. Oh, and Sebastian Smythe was his roommate.
After more than one “conversation” with the housing department, which had been more Sebastian screaming about how he was supposed to have a single and it was an outrage, etc., he had finally given in but had proceeded to stomp around the small room they now shared and pretend like Kurt didn’t exist.
But eventually, Sebastian had stopped acting like a petulant child who had just gotten their favorite toy taken away and had surprisingly turned out to be a pretty good roommate. He did his homework in the library, kept his side of the room clean, and though Kurt had been expecting to find a rubber band around their doorknob more nights than not, he hadn’t been sexiled once. Kurt more than appreciated that Sebastian was kind enough to take care of those things when Kurt wasn’t around and wasn’t planning to be, just like Kurt was courteous enough to do the same.
On a cloudy, dismal December afternoon, Kurt found himself grasping handfuls of the sheets bunched above his head as a guy he’d met at a party a few weeks prior rode his cock like a pro. His lips were twisted into a coy smile that was such a distinct contradiction to the undulating, sinful movement of his hips that Kurt had to fight very hard against the urge to come already, dragged over the threshold by the tight hot friction against his cock. Sebastian was in class and would be for another hour, meaning that the fact that their bodies were bare and glistening, their moans muffled only enough not to be heard distinctly by the rooms next door, was of no consequence.
Until the door swung open wide, revealing the scene to a wide-eyed Sebastian.
“Oh,” he said, clearly frozen on the spot as he stared at them with glazed, shocked eyes until Kurt made a strangled noise of indignation while the guy-Jack-still in his lap made a grab for the blanket at the end of the bed. “Shit, sorry. I’ll just, uh, yeah…” Fingers slipping and fumbling, Sebastian just barely managed to get the door shut without any of his own appendages being caught in the way.
Needless to say, the moment was ruined, Jack going on his way back to class and Kurt left behind with a distressingly soft dick and some very irritated emotions, mostly aimed at his cockblocking roommate.
That night, Sebastian avoided eye contact. Next morning, same thing. Finally, the following night, Kurt cornered him.
“Okay, so you caught me having sex. I’m sure you’ve been there before. What is the big deal?” he demanded, fighting the urge to roll his eyes when Sebastian stared at him open-mouthed and gulping like a fish freshly yanked out of the water. And then, just as soon as it had started, it stopped. Sebastian snapped his jaw shut, glared at Kurt, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“The big deal is that I had to see that pathetic display of sexual activity in person,” he said with a casual shrug, diverting his gaze to something assuredly uninteresting on the wall. Kurt grabbed his chin and pulled his face back front and center.
“Tell me again how pathetic it was while looking me in the eye,” Kurt told him, feeling Sebastian’s jaw grinding his teeth together under Kurt’s forceful hold. Slapping his hands away, Sebastian took a step back and turned to face his desk, fiddling with a stack of papers that Kurt was entirely sure he didn’t need to be doing anything at all with at the moment. “That’s what I thought.”
They didn’t speak again for several days, dancing around each other like unwilling partners in a group number. Kurt was avoiding Sebastian because he was acting like a brat, and he honestly didn’t care why Sebastian was ignoring him. It didn’t matter, and Kurt knew that it would blow over just like their initial friction at the beginning of the year had.
The breaking of silence finally came when Sebastian asked to borrow a pair of pajama pants since a good ninety percent of his wardrobe was mounded into an Everest-sized pile in the bottom of his closet. Kurt had barely looked up from his homework and waved him in the right direction before remembering what else he kept in that drawer.
“Sebastian, wait!” he called out, but it was too late.
Eyes unblinking, Sebastian was already pulling the cylindrical object from its hiding place, which had been sandwiched between two innocuous pairs of flannel pajama bottoms.
“Is this…” Sebastian asked, fingertips stroking over the metallic finish. “Is this a fleshlight?”
Kurt’s heart dropped to his feet, landing squarely on top of his stomach, and he nodded, the movement completely lost since Sebastian wasn’t paying one iota of attention to him. Every bit of his focus was fixed on the object in his hands, turning it over and just staring in a way that made Kurt incredibly nervous. It was going to come any moment-the ribbing, the mocking, the typical Sebastian, and Kurt wanted to be prepared. He stood and crossed the distance between them just as Sebastian turned it on end and trailed one featherlight fingertip across the molded plastic asshole.
“You know that I’ve actually used that, right?” Kurt asked, the comment enough to startle Sebastian out of his daze. He sucked in a harsh breath before pushing it into Kurt’s chest. “And yes, it is. Santana gave it to me as a gag gift before I moved here.”
“Is it...” Sebastian paused and cleared his throat, avoiding Kurt’s gaze. “I mean, I’ve seen them in porn videos before but I assumed they were, you know, just for losers who couldn’t get laid.” He looked right at Kurt then, eyes challenging.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking care of your own needs, especially when you have a healthy libido. And how is this any different than doing it with your own hand, anyway?”
Sebastian shrugged and actually completed the task he’d set out to take care of in the first place, plucking the first pair of pants off the top of the pile and rushing back to his side of the room.
“Does it feel real?” he asked, unfolding the pants and twisting the material in his hands, memorizing the flecked patterns in the tile beneath his feet.
“No,” Kurt admitted, watching his roommate carefully as he sat back down at his desk, again picking up his pencil and tapping the eraser against his notebook a couple of times before resting his chin in his palm. “It feels good, but nothing could be as good as the real thing, you know?”
“Totally,” Sebastian said, smile bright and eyes wide as he stood. “I’m going to go change. Thanks for the pants.” And then he was gone, practically bolting from the room.
Giving the door his very best raised eyebrow, Kurt sighed and shook his head, getting back to his homework and trying not to give his clearly bizarre roommate another thought.
It was five days later that things came to a head.
Literally.
Kurt was exhausted. His finals were finished and he was ready to finish packing and then sleep for a good twelve hours before flying back to Ohio. Sebastian’s flight had left a few hours earlier, giving him that much needed alone time to decompress. With a sigh, Kurt pushed open the door to their dorm room, rolling his shoulders and already pulling the strap of his bag over his head. What he saw when he stepped inside, however, froze him in his tracks.
Sebastian was kneeling on the floor next to his bed, naked from head to toe, and thrusting.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry,” Kurt said hurriedly, backing away as Sebastian swore loudly and rushed to cover himself. What he didn’t cover was the fleshlight tucked securely between the bed frame and his mattress. “Oh.”
“I put the rubber band on the doorknob!” Sebastian shouted, glancing down and seeing the fleshlight exposed, attempting to hurriedly grab it while also keeping the pillow securely situated in his lap.
“I didn’t even look because you were supposed to be gone by now,” Kurt said, realizing that the door was still standing open, potentially ready to expose Sebastian to any random passerby, and he pushed it shut without a second thought. It was then that it hit him, and he pointed at the fleshlight in something that was fifty-percent horror and fifty-percent… pants-tighteningly not. “And is that mine?”
Sebastian gaped at him, sitting up stock straight with stomach muscles clenching as he just stared at Kurt. Emotions shifted across his face-embarrassed, scared, nervous, sure. He set the fleshlight beside him on the mattress and gave Kurt a look that was serious competition for the ones Kurt used to regularly send his way.
“Of course not. After I saw yours, I was… curious,” he said. “And you’re supposed to be at a final, so-”
“I finished early. Why are you not in Ohio right now?”
Sebastian shrugged and shifted uncomfortably, a blush breaking out across his cheeks, apparently aware of his nudity all over again. Kurt had to admit that he’d kind of become immediately accustomed to the sight, because for every ounce of obnoxiousness Sebastian owned, he had one of a sex appeal Kurt worked very hard to ignore. Most of the time it was easy, because at first Sebastian had been hitting on Kurt’s boyfriend and been a dictionary definition of a dick and then he was Kurt’s reluctant roommate, but now he was naked and had just been masturbating and it was frankly impossible to ignore at the moment.
“My parents’ flight from France was delayed so I just changed mine, too. I thought I was going to have the room to myself all night.”
“Big plans?” Kurt asked, and honestly, he had no idea why he was dragging out the conversation. Sebastian was nude save the pillow covering his lap, his legs thin and muscled and tense, like he was ready to run at any moment.
“Of course. Always,” was Sebastian’s quick response. Kurt shook his head and reshouldered his bag.
“You know, you say that, but this is the first time the rubber band’s been on the door all year. That was why I didn’t look for it. I used to every single time I came back to the room but it was never there. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t getting laid at all.”
Kurt meant it as a joke and reached for the doorknob, meaning to give Sebastian a few moments to get dressed before he had to come back in and pack, but Sebastian’s words startled him still like a frigid slushy to the face.
“Fuck you.” The sentiment was low, growled, delivered with the kind of diction that probably would have made Carmen Tibideaux preen. Kurt’s jaw swung open and he turned on the spot, facing Sebastian.
“Oh my god, you’re not. I thought you were just hooking up when you knew I was going to be gone, but you’re not.”
“Shut up. I am, too. I get laid all the time.”
“No,” Kurt said, shaking his head. “You don’t. You’re completely striking out in New York, aren’t you? What? The guys aren’t impressed by how many people you blew in bathrooms back at Scandals?”
Sebastian swallowed and visibly bit down on the inside of his cheek, his gaze dropping to the pillow in his lap. He picked at the pillowcase and mumbled something so softly Kurt had to ask him to repeat.
“I said…” Sebastian paused, eyes fluttering shut as he took in a deep breath, steeling himself for something. “Not just in New York.”
In an instant, it all made sense. The lack of sexiling, his reaction to catching Kurt in bed with Jack, the questions about the fleshlight.
“Are you a virgin?” Kurt asked. “Oh my god, you’re a virgin.”
“Just go away,” Sebastian pleaded, toes digging into the tile, hands gripping the pillow so tightly.
“Why would you lie about having hooked up with so many guys?” Kurt asked.
“Because it’s pathetic. I’m pathetic,” Sebastian shouted, standing and crossing the room to face Kurt. “Do you have any idea how many guys have hit on me? Tried to bring me home? How many guys I’ve made out with and then froze because I just couldn’t. Fucking. Do it?” Kurt looked at him while he spoke, but then his traitorous eyes flicked downward because his roommate was now fully naked and standing not two feet from him, the pillow discarded carelessly on the floor beside Sebastian’s bed. “I just can never seem to make myself do it, but I just…”
“Want your first time to be with someone you love?”
Sebastian scoffed, again seemingly unaware of his nudity due to his distressed state.
“Fuck no. I don’t care about that. I just… I don’t know. I just don’t want it to be with someone I don’t know. But it’s like the longer I wait, the weirder it gets, and everyone thinks I’m so experienced so that when I finally do sleep with someone they’re going to be… really fucking disappointed.”
Kurt sighed and dropped his bag to the floor.
“Sebastian, nobody’s going to be disappointed. I can pretty much guarantee that,” he said, giving Sebastian an intentionally obvious onceover. That seemed to remind Sebastian that he was indeed completely naked, and he moved to cover himself before stopping and looking defiantly back at Kurt instead.
“I know I look good naked. That’s not the issue. I just have no fucking idea what I’m doing and the fact that you and the gelmetted Polly Pocket reject have more experience than I do makes me want to jump off the Empire State Building.”
“So you haven’t had sex. Who cares? You’re eighteen, Sebastian, lots of people don’t lose-”
“I care. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I’ve been ready for a long time but just didn’t… God!” He grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled, giving a shout to the ceiling before continuing. “I just haven’t had someone to do it with.”
Kurt breathed in slowly and took a step forward. In all the time he’d known Sebastian, he’d never seen him like this--so flustered and frustrated and, well, virginal. From literally his first meeting with Sebastian, Kurt had assumed that he was not only experienced but promiscuous. Now, though, knowing that Sebastian was actually waiting to lose his virginity to someone he trusted, he felt more than a little bad for how he’d let the nervous and false boastfulness of his roommate keep him from seeing what was really going on.
“And I don’t even care after that,” Sebastian continued. “I don’t want to be in fucking love with the guy and I certainly don’t want to be dating him since the idea of being in a relationship makes me want to throw up, but-”
“There’s nothing wrong with waiting.”
“But I don’t want to wait,” Sebastian said. “I was just fucking a plastic asshole because I was so desperate to know what sex felt like even though you told me it wasn’t the same. That’s how desperate I am and why am I still naked?”
Sebastian huffed and stormed across the room and started digging in his dresser for something to put on, but all Kurt could do was stare at the muscled swell of Sebastian’s ass, the slope of his shoulders and the backs of his knees. It was crazy, stupid, and probably the worst idea Kurt had ever had in the entirety of his life, but his legs started to move him across the room until he found himself standing right behind Sebastian. He trailed the fingertips of his right hand across Sebastian’s lower back, freezing his roommate in the midst of his drawer-rifling.
“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked, voice soft.
“Helping out a friend,” Kurt told him, sliding his hand to curl around Sebastian’s waist, waiting there. “If he wants me to, that is.”
“I don’t want you feeling fucking sorry for me, okay?” Sebastian said, but didn’t move away. In fact, Kurt could feel the subtle shift of Sebastian leaning into his touch. Brushing his lips against the soft, freckled skin of Sebastian’s shoulder, Kurt leaned in closer so he could press his growing erection into Sebastian’s naked ass.
“I really don’t,” he replied fingers dipping lower and thrumming over the jut of a hipbone. “I just think you should know what the real thing feels like.”
“No,” Sebastian said, turning but not backing away. The inches he had on Kurt were so apparent at this angle and honestly, it made Kurt’s stomach clench up in a way that was unfamiliar but not at all unwelcome. “I don’t want that.”
Any good, aroused feelings Kurt had been experiencing were swept away with a wave of crushing disappointment and embarrassment, and he stepped back only to find himself yanked close again by a hand around his wrist.
“If you’re going to turn me down, you could at least let me leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave. I just don’t want to fuck you,” Sebastian said. “I want you to fuck me. It’s how…”
He was blushing again, not wanting to finish the statement that Kurt could fill in just fine on his own, so Kurt didn’t make him. Instead, he slid a hand into Sebastian’s hair and pulled him down for a kiss. He’d expected it to be awkward, kissing Sebastian after all the shit they’d put each other through in the last year, but it surprisingly wasn’t. What was surprising was the moan that roared in his chest at the first swipe of Sebastian’s tongue against his own.
It was sure and warm, and Kurt let him take control of the moment, knowing that soon, Sebastian was going to be relinquishing every ounce of it so Kurt could get him where he needed to go. There were hands in his hair, long fingers carding through the strands and mussing it beyond repair before they even really got started, but Kurt couldn’t have cared less. Not when Sebastian was sucking lightly--too lightly to be anything more than a tease-on his tongue and backing toward his bed.
“Are you sure?” Kurt asked, the words trailing off slightly as Sebastian started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now help me take your fucking clothes off,” Sebastian told him, giving up on the shirt and all of its buttons and moving down to the pants. He popped open the button without issue, but froze when he got to the zipper.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asked, shirt halfway undone as he looked at Sebastian.
“Just give me a second, okay?” he spat, glaring at Kurt a little before sitting on the edge of his bed, putting himself at eye level with Kurt’s stomach before again reaching for the zipper. Kurt understood then and forced himself to relax for Sebastian’s sake. Pulling down the zipper was going to bring him in direct contact with the hardened length of Kurt’s cock. It was the first time Sebastian was ever going to touch a dick other than his own. Kurt let him take his time even though all he wanted to do was shuck off every bit of his clothing and do something about the ache in his balls that certainly wasn’t lessening due to the light touches brushing against him through the denim. “Are you kidding me?”
Kurt looked down and laughed lightly as Sebastian peeled his jeans down over his bare hips.
“I’d get lines if I wore underwear with these pants,” Kurt explained, quickly pulling off his shirts and dropping them to the floor.
“Can I?” Sebastian asked, not raising his gaze from Kurt’s cock, which was completely hard and curved toward his stomach, his hand already reaching for it. With a little half smile, Kurt stroked a hand over Sebastian’s cheek.
“Of course.”
Sebastian nodded and breathed in deeply before curling his fingers around Kurt’s length, immediately stroking up to the tip and thumbing over the head.
“You look a lot better naked than I had myself convinced you would,” Sebastian said, still pumping his hand up and down Kurt’s cock in what, Kurt assumed, was the way he was used to stroking himself. “Honestly, I was pretty sure for awhile that you looked like a Ken doll down here.”
“Disappointed?” Kurt asked, whining a little as Sebastian trailed his thumb over his slit. Sebastian seemed to consider the question for a moment, mesmerized by the movement of his hand on Kurt’s cock, and Kurt bit down on his bottom lip to keep his hormones in check.
“No,” Sebastian laughed, the sound nervous and pinched. “That was back when I forced myself to believe that I wasn’t attracted to you.” Kurt’s stomach gave a little shuddering tremor that then crept up his spine at Sebastian’s words.
“So you find me attractive now?” he teased, hoping it would alleviate some of the nerves so obviously etched all over Sebastian’s handsome face.
“You have your moments,” Sebastian said, still pumping his hand up and down Kurt’s cock, but his focus had moved. No longer did it seem that he was actively trying to get Kurt off. Now it was more like he was just keeping Kurt hard, and that was all the encouragement Kurt needed to move things further.
“Like when you caught Jack riding me?” Kurt asked, gently brushing Sebastian’s hand away and quickly shucking off his already half undone clothes.
“That guy was hideous,” Sebastian scoffed, eyes widening as Kurt dropped to kneel between Sebastian’s feet.
“He was not and we both know it.”
“He was too.”
“Will you stop being a jealous bastard and let me blow you already?” Kurt asked, hands stroking lightly over Sebastian’s thighs.
“I’m…” Sebastian started to counter, but stopped himself and nodded instead. “Yeah, okay. That sounds… yeah.”
Kurt laughed a little because seeing Sebastian so flustered was actually kind of adorable, and he scooted in closer so he could lick all the way from Sebastian’s balls to the tip of his cock. Sebastian moaned and his hips jerked forward on the mattress, the head of his dick bumping into Kurt’s chin, therein bringing about a slew of apologies.
“It’s okay,” Kurt smiled, hand curling around the base of Sebastian’s cock and holding it still so he could sink his mouth over the tip.
Kurt more than knew what he was doing, had now in fact done this with four different guys, all of whom were more than appreciative of his skills, but this felt different. Partially, it was because he knew that it was Sebastian’s first time with it and he wanted to go slowly, but partially because of the way Sebastian was looking at him. As his mouth worked its way slowly down Sebastian’s cock in a tight ring, licking and sucking and taking his time bringing Sebastian’s cock deeper, Sebastian just stared at him. Their eyes were locked and Kurt didn’t dare rush through a single moment, because if the look he was receiving was to be taken at face value, he blowing Sebastian’s mind.
“You’re really good at this,” Sebastian said, finally finding a use for his jaw other than letting it hang open at the sight between his legs. Kurt hummed and raised his eyebrows and brought the head of Sebastian’s cock to the back of his throat, swallowing around it just in time to hear Sebastian cry out and grab two fistfuls of Kurt’s hair. “Fuck!”
Feeling the telltale pulse in Sebastian’s cock, Kurt quickly pulled back, sucking lightly on the head and running his tongue all over the smooth skin he found there while Sebastian came hard in his mouth, the rush of warmth and the familiar yet also unfamiliar bitter taste flooding his tongue.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sebastian moaned, the words tumbling out on a long exhalation. Kurt pulled off slowly, flicking his tongue over the head one more time just to hear the strangled noise Sebastian made, and sat back on his heels.
“I’m not,” Kurt told him softly, clearing his throat a little and licking his lips. “Lie back for me.” Sebastian nodded, hesitating for just a second before swinging his legs up onto the mattress and lying down. He looked nervous, hands twitching against the sides of his thighs like he had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Kurt smiled and climbed onto the bed, urging Sebastian’s knees apart and up until he had the access he needed.
“You’re so hard,” Sebastian murmured, eyes fixated on the length of Kurt’s cock bobbing slightly as he got himself appropriately adjusted on the mattress.
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt agreed, taking a moment to drink in the lines of Sebastian’s body, every inch of him just as toned and tanned and, frankly, perfect as Kurt had imagined he would be if all the time he spent at the gym was to be taken seriously. “Where’s your lube?”
“Oh, um, right here,” Sebastian said, twisting on the bed to reach beneath it and working his abs into a state of tension Kurt couldn’t help but appreciate.
After a few extended seconds of fumbling and cursing beneath his breath, Sebastian finally flopped back onto the bed, hand extended and holding a half-full bottle of lube in Kurt’s direction. Raising an eyebrow, Kurt flicked open the bottle and took his time carefully coating three fingers. Sebastian watched the movement intently, his own hands gripping the sheets at his sides. As Kurt set the bottle aside, he could feel Sebastian squirm subtly and he leaned in to press a lingering kiss to Sebastian’s lips.
“You okay?” Kurt asked between kisses, snaking his hand down between Sebastian’s legs, poised perfectly to get to business as soon as he got the go ahead.
“Yeah,” Sebastian nodded, eyelids heavy and cheeks flushed. “I’m good.”
“Good,” Kurt smiled, finally allowing his fingers to find what they’d been anxiously waiting to touch. Sebastian inhaled sharply as Kurt first made contact with his asshole and Kurt kissed away the tension as he stroked in firm circles. “Still okay?”
Sebastian nodded, staring up at Kurt and licking at his lips.
“It’s just… it’s really different than when I do this to myself,” Sebastian said, hands gripping the sheets again as Kurt dipped his head to graze his lips along the column of Sebastian’s throat.
“Have you done this a lot?” Kurt asked, sucking lightly over the pulse point beneath his lips as he pushed the tip of his middle finger inside.
“Ah,” Sebastian cried out softly, fingers flying to grab onto Kurt’s ribs as Kurt gently worked his finger in and out. “Yeah. It’s what I usually do. That’s…” He paused then, craning his neck to stare down as Kurt withdrew his finger in order to add a second. “That’s why I wanted to do it this way.”
Kurt groaned and sucked harder at the side of Sebastian’s neck, continuing the slow in and out of his fingers, stretching Sebastian for what was yet to come. The mental image of his roommate fucking himself with his own fingers was too much considering how turned on he’d been for what felt like an eternity at this point.
“Are you ready for more?” Kurt asked, pulling back to sit on his heels and pausing with his fingers buried to the hilt. A smirk slid onto his lips as Sebastian clenched around his fingers, hips twisting as he tried to get more all on his own.
“Ngh, yes,” Sebastian moaned. His face crumpled into a look of concern as Kurt didn’t remove his fingers, though. “I thought… oh.”
His free hand curling around Sebastian’s still soft and spent cock, Kurt angled his fingers to stroke over Sebastian’s prostate. Another oh filled the silence, this one drawn out and ending with a broken moan that went straight to Kurt’s already throbbingly hard cock. The sound was raw and open, ripped from Sebastian’s throat with its tendons strung tight as he arched his back and worked his hips against the infinitesimal movements of Kurt’s fingers. There was a patch of ruddiness blooming across his neck and chest and Kurt bent forward to press a series of kisses there while he stroked Sebastian’s cock back to hardness and let Sebastian writhe on his fingers.
“You look amazing,” Kurt whispered against the flushed skin of Sebastian’s chest, tongue tracing a path between the freckles that lay there. He pulled back his fingers to a whine from Sebastian, and shushed softly as he pushed in three that time, focusing more on stroking and stretching than massaging his prostate, something Sebastian didn’t seem terribly thrilled with.
“More, Kurt. Come on,” Sebastian pleaded. Kurt thumbed over the head of Sebastian’s cock, smearing around the precome building there all over again, and smiled.
“I need to go grab a condom. Just a second,” he said, pulling out with a firm upward push and pressing his fingertips over the spot that stopped up Sebastian’s breath in his throat.
“Hurry,” Sebastian ordered. Kurt barked out a laugh as he rose, crossing the room quickly and digging in his top dresser drawer for the box of condoms tucked beneath a stack of neatly organized socks.
By the time he got back to the bed, Sebastian looked nervous again. The edge of his bottom lip gone pale from the pressure of his teeth against the rest, he watched Kurt approach the bed, already ripping open the pale gray wrapper and tossing it to the floor as he started to roll it on while moving back between Sebastian’s legs. Kurt tried to gain Sebastian’s gaze but found himself unable as his roommate’s vision was fully fixated on the sight of Kurt sheathing his cock in a layer of thin latex.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kurt asked as he stroked some lube over himself with slow, firm strokes, hips thrusting a little into the curl of his fist. That part, he had to admit, was for show. From the way Sebastian’s cock jerked at the sight, Kurt was pretty sure he had an appreciative audience.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” Kurt rested a hand on Sebastian’s knee, waiting for permission to go further. Though the stupider, less contemplative parts of himself were aching and ready to go, the smarter parts needed reassurance. In the back of his mind, he remembered a chilly November night a year earlier with smiles and gentle touches and whispered I love yous. This wasn’t like that, wasn’t even close, but Kurt would do everything he could to make it good for Sebastian if it was still what he wanted.
Sebastian finally looked up, darkened eyes boring into Kurt’s as he nodded.
“I trust you.”
“Okay,” Kurt said, lowering himself on top of Sebastian and smiling for just a moment against his lips at the always wonderful feeling of warm skin and firm muscle and heaving breaths beneath him.
As he kissed Sebastian deeply, tongues moving deftly together in the kind of desperate way Kurt secretly loved despite its typical messiness, he took Sebastian’s legs behind the knee and urged them up and away from his body, spreading him open so Kurt could be as close to him as possible the entire time. Pulling back with one final kiss, all he could feel was the tight grip of Sebastian’s hands on his ribs and the hard heat of Sebastian’s cock pressed against his. He settled his weight onto one forearm and reached down to position and slowly push the head of his cock inside.
“Oh god,” Sebastian breathed out, eyes clamping shut as Kurt started to thrust in and out, his movements small and, honestly, the picture of restraint because Sebastian felt amazing. Between the way Sebastian was holding onto him and the tighttight grip around his cock, Kurt was having a hard time remembering to breathe, let alone go slowly enough to be accommodating to the fact that it was Sebastian’s first time.
“You okay?” Kurt asked as he finally bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against Sebastian’s ass as he relaxed a bit. “Hey, open your eyes.”
Taking a moment to breathe in deeply, Sebastian opened his eyes. He hardly gave Kurt a chance to do anything, though, before he was surging up to crash their lips together, hands abandoning Kurt’s sides to thread through his hair as he kissed Kurt hard, deep, and really well. Kurt took that as an invitation to continue, so he did. Knees digging into the mattress, he pulled out halfway only to thrust back in, rocking his hips gently as he gave Sebastian time to get used to the feeling.
“This is so much better than a dildo,” Sebastian rasped as he ripped his lips from their kiss, head tipping back as Kurt angled just right to stroke over his prostate. Kurt laughed and kissed the side of his throat, biting down lightly as he paused buried deep inside of Sebastian as he shifted for better leverage.
“I’m so glad,” he said, raising up and again grabbing onto Sebastian’s knees, thrusting a little harder now.
Sebastian moaned loud and long, hands fisted in the sheets and eyes staring up at Kurt. Biting on his bottom lip, Kurt reached down to curl a hand around Sebastian’s cock, jerking him off as he kept fucking him with short, shallow thrusts. It was hard to remember that Sebastian wasn’t the sex god he’d always proclaimed himself to be as Kurt looked down and saw him so turned on and panting and debauched. His skin was sticky with sweat and hot to the touch, every inch of him finally drenched in the sex he’d been pretending to be familiar with for so long.
“You feel so good,” Kurt told him, the words gritted out from between his teeth. He told him partially because it was true but mostly because he wanted Sebastian to know. There was something about the way Sebastian was looking up at him, like he couldn’t possibly look away. Kurt wasn’t sure if he was seeking approval or if it was something else, so he flung the compliment in Sebastian’s direction in the middle of a deeper, harder thrust, and the words fluttered his roommates eyelids shut.
“Yeah?” Sebastian asked, expression almost a little naughty in amongst all the innocence and arousal. Kurt nodded, never stopping the steady pistoning of his hips, and ducked down for a quick kiss.
“So good. So tight,” Kurt breathed, pecking Sebastian’s lips once more before hauling himself back up to his knees and picking up the pace a bit.
The friction against his cock was incredible, and he stroked his hands down Sebastian’s thighs before wrapping one around Sebastian’s cock to again jerk him in rapid strokes, wanting to get him as close as Kurt was. He could feel his entire body going tight, an ache spreading through him with the intense need to come. All he had to do was look down at Sebastian to find him staring back up with his lips parted and his breaths heaving and it happened.
Face crumpling into a look of almost pained bliss, Kurt came hard, hips snapping forward so hard it rocked Sebastian’s entire body on the mattress. His hand tightened just under the head of Sebastian’s cock and apparently, that was all he needed to come as well, letting out a whining moan as he shot streaks of come onto his stomach. Cock still twitching with aftershocks, Kurt pulled out slowly and moved so that he could rather ungracefully flop to the mattress next to Sebastian.
The space was tight, barely enough room for the two of them to lay beside each other, but Kurt stayed nonetheless. All Sebastian was doing was staring up at the ceiling, fingertips absently trailing through the come on his stomach as he visibly worked to even the depths of his breaths.
“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, finding the strength to turn onto his side but not enough to prop up his head. He was sated from head to toe, eyelids sagging with the need to sleep and skin buzzing with remnants of pleasure.
“Yeah,” Sebastian told him, voice a little gravely and soft. “I just can’t believe it finally happened.”
Kurt hummed and shoved up and off the mattress, needing to do something about the condom and his state of undress in the air that seemed to have gone chilly all of a sudden now that their activities had ground to a nice, orgasmy halt.
Not speaking again, Sebastian got up also and cleaned off his stomach with a paper towel while Kurt pulled on his robe and was just starting to tie it when he felt himself being turned around and thoroughly kissed. Sebastian was still naked, seemed rather at home that way, and Kurt didn’t at all mind the chance to touch him again, fingertips skirting over rips and hips as they kissed until their already aching lips were sore and swollen all over again.
“What was that for?” Kurt asked, unable to help but feel a little dizzy as Sebastian pulled away and took a step back.
“It was a thank you,” Sebastian said.
“A card filled with generic sentiments would have sufficed,” Kurt teased, moving across the room to pick up his shower caddy. He had to shower and pack and get himself to the airport if he was going to make his flight.
“I don’t do cards,” Sebastian stated, leaning against his desk, body still distractingly bare and taunting Kurt to look.
“Figures.”
“You know, I wouldn’t completely mind if we did this again sometime,” Sebastian said, ignoring Kurt’s jab and looking so nervous Kurt had to reel in the impulse to do something extraordinarily stupid like hug his roommate until the nerves melted away.
“Oh really? I figured you’d be out humping every gay, bi, and heteroflexible guy on campus after this,” Kurt teased. Well, he was mostly teasing. Part of him really believed it to be true.
“They might be lousy in bed,” Sebastian shrugged.
“Are you saying I wasn’t?” Kurt asked, taking a sauntering step away from the door and unable to swipe the shit-eating grin from his face.
“You weren’t awful.”
“Not awful? Is that why you came twice?” Kurt asked.
“I’m eighteen. I’ve come more than that from crappy internet porn,” Sebastian said and the statement was… challenging.
Kurt glanced at the clock, neon green numbers shouting at him to get the hell in the shower. Lucky for the both of them, Kurt had always been particularly good at ignoring demands made of him when they didn’t suit his needs.
“Is that so?” Kurt asked, dropping his shower caddy to the ground, its contents spilling every which way and Kurt couldn’t have possibly cared less. Sebastian nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, sending a look of confusion in Kurt’s direction when he found himself spun around to face the desk he’d been leaning against mere seconds earlier. Gently, Kurt unfolded Sebastian’s arms and guided them to the desktop, planting both hands firmly on the smooth surface. He leaned in and whispered against the shell of Sebastian’s ear. “How do you feel about rimming?”
“I don’t know,” Sebastian said, smile evident in his voice even though Kurt couldn’t see as he trailed his fingertips down the gentle curve of Sebastian’s spine. “I’ve never tried it. I’m kind of a virgin.”
“Not anymore you’re not,” Kurt said before dropping to his knees.