It's Hard To Be The One Who Stays [Kurtbastian]

Commitment (January, 2012)

A/N: This almost allll ~sexytimes~ with overdose of feelings. If that's not for you, feel free to skip, and all you have to know is that Kurt and Seb decide to be exclusive here. Though to be perfectly honest, I had a ton of fun writing this, so you know. Go forth. 

Kurt wakes up to Sebastian palming his ass and nuzzling at his neck.

He pushes him away groggily. "Unghn... Go away, Seb. It's—" he opens his eyes blearily. 7:30 AM, God. With nowhere to go.

He notices Sebastian's hair, all pressed up against his neck and jaw, is wet. Back from his morning exercise routine then.

"Normal people sleep in, you know," he accuses him through slit eyes. "Go away. We can have sex later."

Kurt can feel Sebastian roll his eyes.

"We won't be able to before I have to drive you home and get the house ready for tonight's party. Not if we want to do it properly," Sebastian says in a petulant voice. "And I was going to wait until tonight, but then I realized—why not tonight and this morning?"

Kurt is still too sleepy to ask what the fuck Sebastian is on about. He rolls over.

"Go away," he repeats.

And Sebastian... doesn't play fair. He presses himself tight against Kurt, showing Kurt just how awake he is at 7:30 in the morning. One hand pulls Kurt closer by the waist, the other slips under his briefs.

"Come on, babe," Sebastian whispers in his ear, starting to move rhythmically front and back. "I've got a surprise for you."

Kurt squeezes his eyes together and shakes his head, just to be contrary, but he can't help working his hips back against Sebastian, just a little. He's not feeling very sleepy anymore.

Sebastian bites the pulse point underneath his jaw, and Kurt whimpers. He rakes one hand up Kurt's side and finds a tight nipple, squeezing just hard enough to shoot sparks all down Kurt's spine.

"Okay, fine," Kurt pants out finally, scooting just far enough away to roll onto his back. "You win, all right? Just—in me."

It seems like forever since he's had anything in his ass but his own fingers. He's tightening up in anticipation, just thinking about it.

Sebastian laughs, this gorgeous open sound, and in one smooth motion, tugs off his pants and shifts onto his knees so that he's straddling Kurt.

Kurt stares at the miles of golden skin, can't help distractedly palming the divots of his hips as Sebastian smiles down at him, even as he's wondering what the hold-up is. Usually Sebastian's jumping up at this point for the condom by the nightstand or in some pocket or other.

"But whatever shall we do?" Sebastian drawls, a smug grin on his face. "I don't have condoms in this room."

Kurt's hands freeze on its journey up Sebastian's abs.

"What?" he says through gritted teeth. Sebastian's blowjobs are amazing, but he wants to be fucked, like, right now. "No way, you're you, you've got to have at least one. In your wallet maybe? Or your pocket? Here, get up, let me look—"

Sebastian laughs again—it's less endearing than usual, why the fuck isn't he moving—and wrestles Kurt back onto the bed.

"Stay put," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to Kurt's nose. "I've got something else."

Sebastian leans over to pull something from the bedside table and drops it next to Kurt's head. Kurt hopes for Sebastian's sake, now that he's worked Kurt up, that it's something that allows slot a to fit into tab b.