but come on, Kurt. He’s having fun. Look at that face.” Kurt had to admit Sebastian was right. Blaine looked
incredibly happy, like the dance floor was his natural habitat. The bartender returned with their drinks and
Sebastian slid a glass over to Kurt saying, “Now stop staring and drink.”
Kurt looked at the proffered glass and rolled his eyes at the sight of the Shirley Temple. “Seriously,
Sebastian? It’s not funny anymore.”
Sebastian grinned. “I think it is.”
Kurt picked up Sebastian’s glass and sniffed. “What’s this?”
“Coke and vodka.” He reached for the glass but Kurt, feeling pleasantly buzzed from dancing and more
adventurous than he had been when he’d first walked in, held the glass out of Sebastian’s reach and shook
his head.
“I think I’ll hang on to this.”
Sebastian raised his eyebrows and smiled. “I thought you were the designated driver?”
Kurt grinned back at him. “Not anymore.” He wasn’t planning on getting drunk, just a few sips, but it was
fun to let Sebastian think so.
He’d only taken a few sips when he saw the boy Sebastian had talked to in line approach them. Sebastian
noticed him too and his grin immediately turned smug. “So you made it through,” he said when the boy
was within earshot. “And now you want that dance I promised you.”
“Actually, I was um - I was kind of hoping to ask you for a dance,” the boy said, shifting his gaze to Kurt and
staring at him with a hopeful grin. “Just one dance. Please?”
Kurt paused, liquid still sloshing in his mouth. “Uh -sure,” he said, swallowing as an afterthought to his
answer. He was still worn out from dancing nonstop for the past hour but this opportunity and the
shocked, almost offended look on Sebastian’s face was too priceless to give up. “You don’t mind do you?”
he asked Sebastian coolly as he stood up.
Sebastian’s expression gave way to amusement as he picked up Kurt’s abandoned glass and raised it in
toast to him. “Knock yourself out,” he said. “Maybe I’ll join you, later.”
“Maybe you’ll stay here and watch me,” Kurt said in a low voice, leaning in to him slightly before turning
back to his waiting dance partner and smiling at him. Kurt made sure to find a spot on the dance floor that
would give Sebastian at the bar a perfect view before he turned his attention to the boy in front of him.
“What’s your name?”
“Sean,” he supplied, reaching out to tentatively place his hands on Kurt’s waist.
“And exactly how old are you Sean?” Kurt asked, tilting his head to the side. His best guess was sixteen.
Seventeen at the most.
Sean didn’t answer him. He stepped in closer to Kurt, trying to school his features into a cool expression
and said, “Does it matter?”
Kurt wanted to laugh because Sean’s suave act was kind of adorable, but he thought of how he would have
felt if some older guy he wanted to dance with badly had laughed in his face and ended up saying, “Not
really.”
“Good,” Sean said, relaxing visibly and then, as if he couldn’t control himself any longer - “You’re super hot
by the way.”
The laugh bubbled out of Kurt unbidden but Sean didn’t seem offended. He grinned at Kurt, equal parts
nervous and smitten. “Thank you,” said Kurt, imaging the way Sebastian would have rolled his eyes at that.
Thank you? Really, Kurt? That’s what you’re going to say. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Sean look flustered at the comment. His eyes moved over Kurt’s shoulder to the bar and he said, “Your
boyfriend is watching us.
Kurt resisted the urge to turn around and see for himself but he couldn’t help adding an extra swivel to his
hips as he moved, knowing that Sebastian was watching. “He’s not my boyfriend,” said Kurt and then,
seeing the flicker of hope on Sean’s face, quickly added, “He’s my husband.” The words still made him feel
giddy and warm in the same way they had at the bar last night but Sean looked disappointed.
“Your - wait, you’re married?” When Kurt nodded, Sean swore under his breath, looking heartbroken for a
second before he sighed and said, “Well it wasn’t like I had a chance with you anyway.”
Kurt liked him. He smiled and tipped his head forward. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” he said with a small wink.
The music was loud over them but Kurt could tell Sean had heard him because his lips stretched into a
wide grin, cheeks darkening with color as he ducked his head, breaking eye contact. He was looking back
up in the next second though, more confident but still blushing slightly. “Well you’re just going to have to
make do with a single dance, I’m afraid,” he said.
Kurt laughed and took Sean’s proffered hand, letting him spin him around. He saw Sebastian through the
crowd, watching him over the rim of his glass but too many people were moving through his line of sight
for him to make out clearly the expression on his face. From what Kurt could see, he was pretty sure
Sebastian was grinning and it sparked an odd sense of deja vu within him.
Sean looked like he’d taken all his dancing queues from Blaine and Finn which left him doing an awkward
albeit energetic bounce-flail-shimmey. He pulled it off though, managed to be more endearing than
embarrassing and when the song was over, he let his hands flop to the side and glared up at the ceiling.
When he looked back down at Kurt, it was with the same, smitten smile with an edge of gratitude to it.
“Well, that’s it I guess.”
Kurt would have given him a second dance but he was feeling dizzy. “It was fun,” he said as they stepped
away from the other dancers.
“It was,” Sean said a little breathlessly. “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you around Sean,” Kurt said, touching his arm briefly as he moved past him.
He’d taken three steps forward when Sean came rushing back. “Wait!” Kurt stopped walking, letting Sean
cut in front of him. “Sorry,” Sean said quickly. “I just - I don’t know your name.”
Kurt was really enjoying how smitten this boy was with him. “It’s Kurt,” he supplied. His ego may have
been a little too inflated but Kurt couldn’t help but think that in the pause that followed, Sean was trying
out his name in his mind and on his tongue.
“Kurt,” he said. “That’s - yeah. Um...” he trailed off, his gaze dropping from Kurt’s eyes to his lips and then
flickering back up. Before Kurt could say goodbye once more and head back to Sebastian, Sean darted in
and kissed him on the cheek, hard and fast before pulling back. “Bye, Kurt,” he all but squeaked, avoiding
Kurt’s gaze. Kurt smiled in surprise, staring after Sean as he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
Sebastian was waiting for him right where Kurt had left him. He didn’t waste a second and immediately
pulled Kurt close, covering his mouth with his own in a raw display of passion that contrasted hilariously
with the nervous kiss on the cheek Sean had given him.
And it was with that kiss that the deja vu from before suddenly made sense.
Kurt broke away from Sebastian and looked into his eyes; dark, excited. “It turns you on, doesn’t it,” he
said. “Watching me dance with other people? It -” he leaned in, just barely brushing his lips against
Sebastian’s parted ones, “it really turns you on.”
Sebastian wrapped his arm firmly around Kurt’s waist and kissed him again. “You say that like I’m the only
one getting turned on here. Tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”
Kurt shrugged, moving to take up the empty stool next to Sebastian. “Sean was sweet.”
“I’m not talking about your little admirer,” Sebastian said sounding only a little irritated. Turned on or not,
Kurt was willing to bet anything that Sebastian was just a little bit jealous that Sean had gone for him and
not Sebastian. A wounded ego was not something Sebastian took well to, whatever the circumstances.
“Then what are you talking about?” Kurt asked, unable to resist pushing Sebastian’s buttons just a little bit.
“From what I got, we talking about getting turned on and dancing with Sean turned me on. Simple as that.”
He didn’t add that the arousal had been entirely the work of Sebastian’s eyes watching him from the
distance.
“You know what I’m talking about, Kurt. Don’t pretend like you don’t.” Kurt stared at him, face
purposefully blank. Sebastian’s jaw tightened for a second before he relaxed. “Fine,” he said, his lips
quirking into a familiar smirk. “Maybe a practical demonstration will help you more.”
With that, he was out of his seat and heading a few stools to Kurt’s left. Kurt turned, curious, and saw
Sebastian grab the arm of a tall, muscular brunette. “What are you doing, man?!” the guy protested.
“I’m giving you a chance to feel up the ass you’ve been staring at all night,” Sebastian said.
Kurt watched the two of them head to the dance floor, the brunette guy now much more willing. Sebastian
shot Kurt a look over his shoulder just before they started dancing and - oh. Kurt had figured it out already,
knew that it was something of a game to the two of them to dance with other people and thrill in the
knowledge that they’d still be going home together at the end of the night - but bits and pieces of memory
were nothing compared to actually watching Sebastian with someone else.
His eyes followed the movement of their bodies, something possessive and warm curling in him at the
sight of the arm the man was sliding up Sebastian’s arm. Sebastian had his cheek pressed to the side of the
guy’s head, eyes fixed on Kurt and smirk still plastered to his lips. Kurt finally understood what Santana had
meant by the term eye fucking
“There you are!”
Kurt looked up, startled for the second time that night to see Blaine sliding on to Sebastian’s empty stool.
“Hi,” Kurt said, voice a little rough. “Having fun?”
“Yeah!” Blaine exclaimed, grabbing a handful of peanuts from a nearby bowl and popping them in his
mouth. He was sweaty and smelled strongly of alcohol but he seemed marginally less drunk than he had
been after the tequila shots. The dancing had sobered him up but hadn’t taken away any of his energy. He
was practically bouncing on his stool. “This was the best idea ever! I’m not thinking of Tyler at all.”
Kurt arched an eyebrow. Blaine purposefully avoided looking at him, chewing on his peanuts. “Where’s
Sebastian?”
“Dancing,” Kurt said, eyes darting back to the dance floor where Sebastian was now holding up his left
hand and undoubtedly dropping the ‘I’m married’ bomb on his dance partner. The guy didn’t seem to care.
He shrugged and cupped Sebastian’s hip, leaning in closer. Mine Kurt thought smugly when Sebastian
looked up at Kurt and winked. He turned away, back to Blaine who was now reaching for the remains of
Kurt’s Shirley Temple.
“This...isn’t alcohol,” he said a little dumbly.
“It’s probably better for you, that’s for sure.” Kurt said. Blaine shrugged and drank it all in one gulp. “So,”
Kurt started. “Where’s the guy you were dancing with. He seemed pretty...into you.”
“Ah, I ditched him,” said Blaine, leaning his weight against Kurt’s side.
“Why?”
“No reason,” Blaine said with a shrug. “I just got tired of dancing. I’ll find him again.” They watched the
dancers in silence for a few seconds before Blaine commented almost absently, “He liked my ass a lot. Like
- a lot.”
Kurt laughed. “Yeah, I saw.”
“Kurt,” Blaine said suddenly, sitting up and looking much more sober than he had a second ago. “I’m
sorry.”
“For what?”
“For kissing you last night.”
“You don’t - you don’t have to apologize for that,” Kurt said.
“I do. I shouldn’t have planted one on you like that.”
“Oh like you haven’t done that a million times before?” Kurt asked in a light voice. “Come on, Blaine. It’s
fine.”
Blaine looked surprised at the comment and something behind his eyes shifted, caution morphing into
relief. “I just thought. You know - after what happened on the roof and everything that...” he trailed off,
shrugging in lieu of finishing his sentence.
Kurt understood what he meant to say and lay a comforting hand on Blaine’s knee. “At some point you’re
going to have to stop treating me like I’m something breakable. I’m not as clueless as I was on that rooftop
anymore, you know. I’ve started remembering things. You don’t have to watch yourself around me, not
anymore.”
It was pointless to mention the turmoil he’d gone through the whole night dealing with his feelings for
Blaine, the realization that they still existed somewhere inside of him as strong as passionate as they had
ten years ago, but overshadowed by his still more passionate love for Sebastian. He had no idea how long
it would take for his memory to be restored completely, for all he knew, he could spend the next two
weeks madly in love with Blaine as he remembered more and more things from their time together and
the weeks after that hating him when he remembered the details of their break up. For now, he just
wanted Blaine to treat him like he was his best friend, not like he was some sort of replica he had to censor
himself around.
Blaine smiled at him, eyes wet and shining, and a second later Kurt had an armful of his best friend and a
mouthful of his hair. He laughed, fighting to not topple off his stool at the force with which Blaine had
thrown himself at him and hugged him back.
“I’ve missed you,” Blaine said when he finally pulled back.
“I never left. Well...not really”
“It felt like you did.” Blaine leaned forward and pecked Kurt on the lips quickly, a friendly kiss that made
Kurt think of New Year’s parties and his wedding and hollering a drunken Blaine home with Sebastian after
Friday nights out clubbing. “Let’s dance,” Blaine said, standing up and jerking his head towards the dance
floor.
“I thought you were tired,” said Kurt.
“I’m never tired enough to dance with you.” Kurt rolled his eyes when Blaine tapped his nose with a finger.
“Come on then, tiger,” he said with a short laugh, looping his arm through Blaine’s. “Let’s go embarrass
Sebastian some more.”
_
Somewhere in the middle of the third song, Blaine disappeared again, leaving Kurt to dance with Sebastian.
Their movements were still charged with sexual frustration, with the teasing promise of acting on every
instinct in their body as soon as they got home but they were also worn out and they’d slowed down their
pace, grinding in a way that was much more subtle and subsequently, far more frustrating.
Kurt slipped his hands into the back pockets of Sebastian’s jeans and squeezed at a handful of his ass
through the denim. Sebastian groaned quietly, a sound that would have been lost amidst the music if
Sebastian’s mouth hadn’t been right next to his ear.
“Please tell me we’re getting out of here soon. I’m so hard it hurts,” Sebastian said, biting lightly on the
lobe of Kurt’s ear.
Kurt smiled, pressing into the touch as Sebastian kissed behind his ear and mouthed along the side of his
neck. “You may be over exaggerating a little.” He could feel Sebastian was half hard, but he supposed the
sexual frustration alone was enough to make his body quiver with need for release.
“Fuck over exaggeration. I want you.”
The admission made Kurt tilt his head and catch Sebastian’s mouth in a biting kiss that sent a hot flash of
desire coursing through his own body. Sebastian’s hand came up to cup his face, gripping his cheeks firmly
between his palms as he licked his way into his mouth. “Okay, yes.” Kurt said with a small gasp when they
pulled back. “Let’s leave. Let’s just find Blaine and... tell him we’re leaving.”
There was the slight problem of finding Blaine now that they’d lost him to the crowd and the longer it took
to locate him, the more Kurt worried that Blaine would want, or need them to stay with him for the rest of
the night, and he knew both he and Sebastian would agree. Tonight had been about Blaine.
Fortunately, Blaine found them, appearing out of nowhere much like he had been all night. Kurt was
relieved to see he was just as cheerful as he’d been when he’d left them on the dance floor. “Hey,” he said,
waving as he pushed through people to get to them. “I’m gonna head home now.”
“Oh thank god,” Kurt breathed. “So are we,” he said in a louder voice.
“You going home alone, killer?” Sebastian asked.
“No, I uh -” Blaine grinned, fidgeting slightly. “I’ve met someone.”
“Met someone, met someone?” asked Kurt with raised eyebrows.
“No! No. Just. Met someone. For the night. You know...” he trailed off, looking impatiently at Kurt as he
waited for the bell to ring.
When it did, Kurt’s eyes widened because of course. He was such an idiot. “Oh! That’s. Um, great.”
The idea of Blaine going home for a night of casual, no strings attached sex unsettled him for two very
distinct reasons. The eighteen year old in him was struck a little dumb by the mere idea of Blaine and a one
night stand, while the other part of him that was older, not as judgemental and well accustomed to the
idea of casual sex, was cautious that this guy - whoever he was - would end up as another Tyler.
“Kurt?” Blaine looked guarded, like Kurt’s reaction was not what he’d expected, was even a little offensive.
Kurt released his lower lip from where he’d been digging into it with his teeth and smiled. “Have fun,” he
said, leaning in to hug Blaine.
“Remember to use condoms,” Sebastian said when Blaine moved to hug him. Blaine wacked him on the
back of his head.
“Thanks for tonight guys,” Blaine said with a grateful smiled. “I needed this.”
“Anytime,” said Sebastian with a wink. “Now don’t keep the guy waiting.”
Blaine grinned at them one last time before turning around and disappearing back in the direction he’d just
came. Sebastian’s hand slid back from Kurt’s waist to rest along the top of his ass. “Let’s go home,” he
whispered in Kurt’s ear, and that was possibly the sexiest thing he’d said to him all night.
_
It was very difficult to unlock the door when Sebastian was pressing up along his back, hands gripping
Kurt’s hips firmly and mouth moving wetly along the back of his neck. Kurt shivered and tried
unsuccessfully to get the key through the lock.
“Sebastian,” he gritted out with difficulty. Key. Lock. And then sex. He had to take this step by step.
“Sebastian, can you at least let me open the door?”
Sebastian hummed, the vibration against his skin sending another shiver rolling down Kurt’s spine, but he
showed no signs of stopping. Kurt clutched the keys tighter in his hand and let his forehead thump against
the door. He could feel Sebastian’s breath hot against the side of his neck where he was now kissing a path
up to his jaw. His hands tightened around Kurt’s hips, sliding forward to brush teasingly along the erection
that was now forming in his jeans.
Kurt sucked in a shaky breath through his nose and managed to shoulder Sebastian off of him long enough
to unlock and open the door. The apartment was dark after the light of the hallway, Kurt had to blink a few
times as he toed off his shoes to let his eyes adjust. He turned around when the door shut behind him to
find Sebastian flipping through his wallet.
“What’re you looking for?” he asked.
“Lube,” Sebastian replied. “I usually always have packets with me but - fuck.” He looked up at Kurt. “Got
any on you?”
“No. But -”
“Can’t wait that long,” Sebastian said as if he’d read Kurt’s mind. “Bedroom’s too far.”
Kurt couldn’t help but agree so when Sebastian pushed him back against the wall making the framed
photographs next to him rattle dangerously, Kurt didn’t protest and just draped his arms over his
shoulders. Sebastian kissed him, smelling lightly of cologne. In fact, the whole apartment held the lingering
hints of Sebastian and Kurt’s cologne, of Sebastian’s body wash and Kurt’s hairspray. It was a combination
that was so familiar to Kurt’s senses that he felt some of the urgency from before dissipate as a wave of
powerful emotion he couldn’t name coursed through him.
The fact that he had left this apartment with Sebastian, was returning home with him at the end of the
night, and that Sebastian would be next to him the next morning and the morning after that and the
morning after that made Kurt feel secure and safe and loved in a way that was almost overwhelming to the
part of him that was, despite everything, still young.
Cupping Sebastian’s face with both hands, Kurt kissed him harder, breathing in and letting the comforting
scent of them settle around him. Sebastian’s fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, desperately working
them through their holes. Kurt grabbed the hem of Sebastian’s own long sleeved t-shirt and pulled it over
his head.
“Isn’t there lube under the couch cushions?” he asked in between kisses.
Sebastian paused, breathing hard. “Huh?”
“Lube. I think I kept some there last week after -” he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because
Sebastian was now walking over to the couch, flicking on a lamp and digging under the cushions. Kurt
followed him, feeling light headed. The look of triumph on Sebastian’s face when he found the small bottle
made Kurt laugh but it quickly died in his throat when Sebastian began undoing the button of his jeans. He
kicked them off, along with his shoes leaving him only in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs and socks.
Mouth dry, Kurt made his way towards him and without being fully conscious of what he was doing, placed
his hands on Sebastian’s shoulder and jumped. His legs locked around Sebastian’s waist, arms curving to
wrap around his neck as he attacked Sebastian’s mouth hungrily. Sebastian swayed dangerously under the
weight of him, almost enough to make Kurt worry that he was going to lose his balance and send both of
them crashing to the floor, but then he found his footing and gripped Kurt tighter, walking them around
the couch to the window.
Kurt winced when his overheated back made contact with the glass, cool from the air conditioning. He
arched away from the touch, pressing himself harder against the warmth of Sebastian’s chest. Sebastian
kissed down the column of his neck, sucking at his pulse point, licking along his adam’s apple before he set
Kurt back on his feet and turned him around.
“Take off your pants,” he said over the distinctive click of a bottle cap opening.
Kurt did, undoing his belt hastily and pushing his jeans and underwear down to where they pooled around
his feet. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside just as Sebastian pressed back in against him.
Instead of his circling his hole like Kurt had expected them to, Sebastian’s fingers moved lower to smear
along the inside of his thigh. Kurt’s legs parted on instinct but he frowned, “What - what the hell are you
doing?” he asked.
Sebastian kissed his neck, behind his ear. “Just trust me,” he said and continued to spread the lube. “You
like this.”
Kurt allowed himself to relax and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking languidly to relieve some of
the tension. Sebastian once again, moved away. Kurt groaned in frustration and looked over his shoulder
to see him ripping open two condom packets. He would have complained and told Sebastian he was just
wasting time but he knew he’d been told that he had been the one to enforce the rule.
After the glow of fucking on every available surface when they’d first moved in had died down and they’d
had to spend an unappealing amount of time wiping off come stains from various places, Kurt had set up
strict rules stating that if they were going to fuck in the kitchen or on the couch or anywhere else except
for the bedroom, they had to wear condoms or make do with blowjobs which, in comparison were a lot
less messier.
Sebastian slid a condom down on Kurt’s cock and wrapped his hand around it, pumping slowly as his own
erection rubbed along the crease of Kurt’s ass, slick with lube. Kurt licked his lips and pushed back against
him, moving his hips in a slow grind, an echo of the dances they’d shared earlier that night. Sebastian’s
mouth returned to the back of his neck, kissing sloppily as his hand continued to stroke him.
Kurt had been expecting to get fucked up against the window but this was turning out to be a really good
alternative. The window had been cold anyway.
With the lights of the city blinking back at him, the quiet, muffled sounds Sebastian was making into his
skin and the still lingering smell of their skin and products hanging around them, their movements seemed
to gain an air of sensuality. Kurt could see Sebastian’s reflection in the glass, watching him silently. When
Kurt smiled and curved a hand back to slip through his hair, Sebastian turned his face and kissed Kurt’s
cheek tenderly, following it up with a hot lick along the shell of his ear. Kurt leaned his head back against
Sebastian’s shoulder, gasping at the sudden sensation of him sliding his erection between Kurt’s slippery
thighs. He began to thrust, his cock dragging along Kurt’s balls in a way that made his breath catch and his
body flash hotter.
“Faster,” Kurt said, pulling a hand away from the window to place it over the hand Sebastian had on his
cock. He guided him through setting a faster pace, moaning when he felt tension building up at the base of
his spine. Sebastian dragged his other hand up from Kurt’s hip to brush his fingers along his nipple and Kurt
tilted his head, angling his mouth up to kiss him.
He gasped into Sebastian’s mouth when his orgasm washed over him, prompted by the simple slide of
Sebastian’s tongue over his and the circling thumb at the head of Kurt’s cock. He sagged a little, bracing his
arm on the window and leaning forward as Sebastian started thrusting harder, chasing after his own
release. Kurt squeezed his thighs tighter and continued to arch his hips, moving along with Sebastian until
he felt the unmistakable pulsing of Sebastian’s cock as he spilled inside the condom.
“Fuck,” Sebastian said, running his hands down Kurt’s sides in long strokes before slumping against his
back. “Did you like that?”
“Mm,” Kurt replied, removing his condom and tying off the end. He let it drop to the floor, determined to
pick it up later along with the mess of clothes they’d scattered around the apartment.
“You know the first time we did this was the night we moved in to this place,” Sebastian said, breath hot
against Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you remember?”
Boxes scattered all around, rain pounding the windows - “Not really,” said Kurt.
Sebastian’s hands framed his hips when he turned around, eyes glinting with the memory. “Yeah,” he said.
“After we’d fucked on the floor and over the kitchen counter and tried out the bed, you just pushed me up
against the window and slid your cock between my thighs.”
“Mm,” Kurt hummed again, curling his arms around Sebastian’s neck and tilting his head up for a kiss. Their
lips moved slowly, unhurried as the seconds slipped past them. Kurt only drew back when his stomach
growled and he realized he’d barely eaten anything all day. “I’m hungry,” he said.
Sebastian’s lips moved from Kurt’s mouth to his chin, teeth dragging along his neck. “Me too.” His fingers
circled around Kurt’s now flaccid penis enquiringly. “How long before you can go again? I wanna suck you.”
“Food first,” said Kurt with a pat to the back of Sebastian’s neck.
Sebastian sighed and straightened up with one last kiss to the side of Kurt’s neck. For a second, Kurt
couldn’t move because the sight of Sebastian, his skin flushed and glowing in the light of the lamp, eyes
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