Quicky A/N today. Last week was hectic. Add in the fact that I found Omegle and more importantly, ended up Rping as Sebastian with a fantastic Kurt on there and it means my updating was abysmal. Really, even I'm disappointed in myself. What it does mean though, is that I may have a few one/two shots coming up in the future if I turn those conversations into actual fics. How the hell I found the same person 3 times, I do not know.

Even more importantly, THANK YOU so much to everyone that reviewed. I love reading your thoughts and getting your opinions on the story and there are so many of you now. Please keep them coming.

Okay, here's the next part, enjoy :)

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

"How's it going?"

"Okay, almost finished" Kurt says, smiling over his shoulder when he sees the other boy pacing back over to his bed and flopping down.

"You said that the last time I asked" he says, practically whines, throwing himself back against the pillows with a huge, impatient sigh.

"Then stop distracting me and let me get it done" Kurt admonishes, turning back to his American History paper. He doesn't see the other boy twist around to lie the length of his bed so he's facing Kurt, propping his chin on top of his folded arms.

"You find me distracting?" he asks flirtatiously. Kurt rolls his eyes at the computer screen before turning, his arm hooked over the back of his chair.

"Of course you're distracting, you keep wandering around and moaning at me" a bad choice of words, Kurt realises when the uniformed boy sniggers, winking at him.

"And you love it when I moan" he says lasciviously, "it's no wonder you're distracted...so come here" he adds, inclining his head to one side, giving Kurt his best 'come hither' expression. Kurt's used to this kind of attempt at manipulation and usually he just laughs it off or tuts at the other boy and shakes his head but...it has been a couple of days since they've had a room to themselves and Kurt's room mate isn't due back for a while yet due to an extra Warbler practice and besides, his essay is almost finished so...

He puts his laptop into sleep mode and stretches in the desk chair, aware that his arms lifting up above his head exposes a narrow strip of skin from the dip in his back to the waistband of his uniform trousers, visible through the gap in the chair. Then, instead of dropping his arms, he runs the fingers of one hand through his hair at the front, making it messy as the other threads through the strands at the back, digging his fingernails up towards his scalp where it joins the other hand, clasping them together, just resting there. He hears the soft sounds of the boy adjusting on the bed but he doesn't turn, instead stretching his neck from side to side, so his hand can rub slowly and firmly over the tendons there, his fingertips digging in, turning the pale flesh pinker.

He hears an audible gulp come from the bed behind him but again, he ignores it, closing his eyes and sighing, making small, murmured sounds of pleasure as he works out the kinks, all the while, fully aware of what his actions will be doing to the boy on the bed behind him.

"Such a tease." Kurt gasps softly at the words breathed huskily into his ear, somehow having missed the sound of the boy leaving the bed, to come to stand directly behind him. Kurt's tongue darts out to wet his lips and he swallows around the dryness in his throat before tilting his head back, fingers still massaging, to look at the boy towering behind his shoulder.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I've just been sat too long" Kurt says in that haughty tone that the other boy finds such a turn on, looking up at him from beneath his lashes. The other boy smirks and...jeezus, Kurt still can't get over how sexy he finds that.

"Bullshit" the boy says gruffly, his eyes never leaving Kurt's face and the hand still resting on his neck, even when Kurt starts his own, blatant perusal of the other boy's body. Damn, uniforms shouldn't look this hot but the way the boy wears his, whether neat and pristine during school hours or like it is now, tie loosened, shirt rumpled and coming un-tucked, he looks good enough to eat.

As though sensing Kurt's thoughts, he unfolds his arms and leans down to grasp the edge of the desk behind Kurt, his upper chest pressed between Kurt's shoulder-blades, his lips a hairs-breath away from Kurt's skin.

"You are a total fucking tease Kurt Hummel and you know it" the boy says huskily, smiling against Kurt's cheek at the sound of Kurt's breath hitching in his throat when his tongue flicks out to lick the sensitive skin beneath Kurt's ear, a split second before his lips join it. Kurt shivers slightly, his eyes dropping closed of their own accord as he elongates his neck further to grant the lips easier access to every inch of smooth, porcelain skin. He lets out a breathy 'hmm' of pleasure at the warm sweep and glide of lips on skin, his arm twisting behind him so he can thread his fingers through the hair he loves to touch so much.

"Tell me what you want" Kurt whispers huskily, his gaze meeting the boy's as his lids flicker open. An eyebrow arches questioningly, like he can't quite believe what Kurt is asking but Kurt sees right away that he'll get his answer because he can see the lust shining in the moss green depths of the other boy's eyes. "Tell me" he demands, more firmly this time.

The boy takes a deep breath and straightens slightly, his gaze flicking over Kurt, his body becoming tight and heated as he looks at the boy sitting there, completely composed and looking as put together as ever, still wearing his full Dalton uniform. He grasps a-hold of the armrests and spins the chair to face him, noting with a salacious grin that the height is perfect.

"I want you to...God, I want you to suck me Kurt...like that" he says assuredly but kind of breathless, waving his hand at Kurt and his attire. Kurt raises his eyebrows, then glances down a few inches or so, passed the belt buckle to see the unmistakable outline of the boy's cock straining to be touched beneath his trousers, the other boy's breath catching and hitching in his throat when he sees the sweep of Kurt's lashes across his cheeks which are now tinged with a faint, pink blush.

Kurt reaches out towards him, teasing the other boy when he dips his fingers beneath the waistband of the trousers with one hand as he slowly, maddeningly slowly, lowers the zipper with the other, his gaze flicking up to meet and lock on the green eyes as the boy's lips part on a breathy sigh. He knows exactly what he's doing to the other boy and he loves this, loves seeing him fall apart right before his very eyes because of him. He, Kurt Hummel, can do this to another person and damn, does he love how that makes him feel.

He can see the faint sheen of perspiration at the boy's temples, the wanting, hazy look appearing in those beautiful fern green eyes as he lowers the trousers down to the boy's knees, his head tipping back, breaths turning ragged when Kurt grasps his erection in his tight shorts, his thumb and forefinger firmly stroking the length.

"Shit Kurt...nngh!" he jerks into Kurt's hand at first touch, his own hand coming to rest on the other boy's shoulder to steady himself when he feels his underwear being tugged down and Kurt's warm, moist breath ghost across his skin. He growls low in his throat and thrusts his hips forward, just a little, in an unconscious gesture of wantneednow, his whole body vibrantly alive and thrumming in anticipation of Kurt's touch.

Kurt glances up at the boy above him, his own cock now hard and wanting because just looking at this boy in front of him, practically beg him with his body to touch and taste him and hearing him murmur encouraging little words of persuasion, is enough to make Kurt ache and throb without even a single touch. The hand on his shoulder tightens and Kurt realises 'he's still waiting', standing proudly in front of Kurt, his thighs trembling a little, his cock flushed and leaking clear beads of fluid in excitement.

Without preamble, Kurt wraps his fist around the shaft and pumps it a couple of times to ease the ache, gazing at the boy when he throws his head back, a loud, throaty groan of pleasure falling from his lips as he thrusts forwards into Kurt's tight grip. Kurt grins in satisfaction, biting his lip as he smears his thumb through the moisture at the tip of the boy's cock, hearing him gasp, then moan again at the contact.

"Kurt...Kurt please" he pleads, his voice rough and low 'and sexy as hell' Kurt thinks to himself as he looks back up. Their eyes lock on each others as the boy looks lustily down at Kurt at the same time, the black onyx of his pupils almost eradicating the soft green irises as he stares lovingly into the kaleidoscope of blue/green/grey of Kurt's eyes below him.

Kurt smiles up at him, his gaze never leaving the boy's as he wiggles to the edge of his seat, another jolt of desire going straight to his dick when he hears the boys breath hitching in his throat as Kurt lifts up his shirt. Then he has to glance away because he's dipping his head forward and placing soft, damp kisses all along the boys belly, inhaling the musk, masculine scent of him as he drags his tongue downwards, through the boy's happy trail until his cheek is nudging the side of his cock.

He sighs, his lips parted against skin, as they rest in the deep 'v' where the boys hip meets his groin, Kurt's name falling reverent but desperately from the boy's lips when Kurt breathes him in, sucking gently, but enough to mark, at the soft skin just beneath his hip bone. Then he shifts, just slightly, enough that his breath makes the boy's cock twitch as it whispers over his hot, throbbing erection.

He stares, he knows he has to stop that but he's so damn fascinated that a boy can want him this much, enough that he's gently cupping Kurt's cheek in the palm of his hand as Kurt lowers his mouth around him. The boy sucks in a breath, then lets out a high, keening sound of pleasure, his hand caressing beneath Kurt's chin to tilt his head back a little as Kurt's lips wrap around the head.

"Oh my...oh, hmm huh." The boy swallows, his tongue licking out to wet his lips as Kurt's hands release his cock to slide around behind him, cupping his ass and pulling him in closer. He looks down at Kurt through half lidded eyes, watching as Kurt's tongue teases beneath the rim of his cock, his lips pursed around him as he sucks the salty, dew like drop of pre-cum from the tip, his eyelashes curled beautifully where they fan out softly on his cheeks.

Kurt loves the sounds spilling from the other boys lips, loves hearing his name being chanted as fingers splay through his hair, the bitten back whimpers and gasps of delight as he builds up a rhythm.

"Fuck Kurt...ohmy...umph, so good, so f'kin good, ohh!"

Kurt smiles around the hot, heavy cock in his mouth and hums in delight as his lips suck around the head, his tongue swirling around and over the smooth, glistening flesh, licking at the pre-cum still gathering at the tip.

"Uungh, fuck...kiss me Kurt" he looks up when he hears his name tumble from the guy's lips, breathless and needy and so Goddamn sexy he almost cums himself, just from the sound of it. He blinks, then pulls off with a lewd, popping sound, wiping at the glistening trail of saliva that connects his lip to the boys cock.

"Christ!"

"No no no no no noo!"

Kurt's fingers tighten around his cock and his hand begins to pump faster as the vision...dream, fantasy, whatever the hell it is, starts to fade and then vanishes, leaving him standing naked, hard and wanting beneath the hot shower spray. He drops his head to his hand against the glass cubicle door in desperation, squeezing his eyes shut, pleading with himself for the vision to return but it proves fruitless, leaving him with nothing but a deeply unsatisfied, sexual frustration and a vague memory in it's wake.

Still, the memory is enough. He shakes off the disappointment and grasps himself tighter, sliding his fist over the slick, hot hardness of his arousal with swift, deliberate strokes as he conjures back the scene that just played out. Kurt can still taste the faint tang of salt and the woodsy scent of cologne on his tongue and it's that, mingled with the remembered sounds of the boy's breathy groans and his moans of pleasure and his frantic whispers of Kurt's name, that sends him over the edge and has him spilling his orgasm, hot and frantic, over his fingers and onto the shower wall.

"Oh...oh f...oh my word!" he pants breathlessly, his feet slipping in the tray as his legs tremble and almost give out beneath him. He feels hot and flushed and sated with desire as he lifts his head from against his clenched fist and tilts it back beneath the shower, blinking his eyes dazedly as the water sprays down on him. He refuses to let his thoughts wander to the dream and remains detached as he flicks his hand beneath the spray and then unhooks the nozzle from it's holder, eradicating the evidence of his desire from the tiled wall before thoroughly washing himself. It takes a while but as he scrubs himself clean and lathers up his hair with his favourite shampoo, he slowly comes down from his high.

It's only once Kurt has shut the water off, done his skin care and dried his hair and he's standing in front of his clothes closet in just a towel, that he acknowledges to himself what he can't deny any more. He likes Sebastian. Thinking about him whilst masturbating pretty much proves that.

Hang on, no! He tells his brain it's mistaken even as it starts to process doesn't 'like' Sebastian, he just likes him. That makes sense right? Kurt sighs in frustration and flops back on his bed, grimacing and tugging one of his favourite Alexander McQueen button downs out from beneath himself when he lands on top of it, tossing it to one side.

Urgh! Why did Sebastian have to be so damn nice yesterday? He'd tried, he had, he'd tried his best to be perturbed at Sebastian for thinking he had to swoop in and come to Kurt's rescue like he was some knight in shining armour to Kurt's damsel in distress and it had bothered him a little but, more than anything, it'd made him feel protected and safe, in a way that no one else had ever been able to. Not even Blaine.

No, definitely not Blaine. And now here he is, transferring his gratitude and appreciation into masturbatory fantasies whilst showering and the worst thing is, Kurt doesn't even feel annoyed at himself for having no restraint, like he knows he probably should. Oh no. He knows he'll jerk himself off in the shower again because it's given him this lax, buzzy feeling, making him feel like he imagines a marshmallow would feel when toasted in a fire...outwardly hot and hard and turning to warm, messy goo on the inside.

And the coffee and muffin! What was that about? Since when had Sebastian paid enough attention to Kurt to know exactly what he likes? And there's the other thing. Why was he suddenly dropping the 'Lady' and 'Princess' to call him by his name? Fair enough, 'Hummel' and 'Kurt' aren't offensive but it was like their thing. They call each other names and say horrible, sarcastic things to each other. It was Kurt's way of keeping Sebastian at arms length. What right did Sebastian have to change that now? Having Sebastian stop doing those things is making him feel nervous.

Kurt sighs and flings his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light that is giving him a headache.

So he finds Sebastian physically attractive. So what? He'd have to be either dead or a nun not to and even then, Kurt has a pretty good idea the nun would feel something because really, Sebastian Smythe is one hell of a fine specimen of man. It doesn't mean anything and it's not like Sebastian is the only boy Kurt finds attractive. Fi...no, don't think about Finn. Thad, Thad is sort of attra...actually no, he's too judgmental and he very rarely smiles. Sam...Sam is hot! Okay, Kurt might not have had sexy dreams or jerked himself off in the shower over Sam, in fact he never thought of anything beyond singing with him really, but Kurt can still appreciate how good looking he is and then there's Blaine.

Ahh Blaine. Kurt feels so much better thinking about Blaine. He's a good looking boy, there's absolutely no denying it, with his warm hazel eyes and affable smiles to himself as he pulls Blaine's smiling face into focus, replacing the intense, piercing green eyes and sexy smirk that Kurt has been thinking about, hasn't been able to stop thinking about since yesterday.

He might like Sebastian but he knows he's attracted to Blaine too. After all, he's imagined himself doing things with him, even if he can't remember most of it.

"Kurt, Dude is it okay if I borrow...oh my God, you aren't dressed yet?" Kurt jerks himself up from the bed and grasps the edge of his towel tightly to himself to stop it falling.

"What? Why? What time is it?" He glances around and sees the time on the clock. "Shoot, I told Blaine I'd meet him at Rachel's for seven thirty. There's no telling what she might do if he turns up there before me...what did you want Finn?"

"Huh? Oh...can I borrow some of that cologne? The nice smelling one? Mine ran out" he says, shaking an empty bottle of Old Spice in Kurt's face.

"Urgh, jeez Finn, they're all nice smelling, take your pick" he says, waving his hand towards the half dozen or so bottles lined up on his vanity. "Just not that one, it's a special blend that reacts with my hormones" he says, sweeping up a simple square, frosted glass bottle.

Finn picks a cologne and gives himself a pat down, then looks pointedly at Kurt.

"Dude, you got twenty minutes to get ready, unless you're thinking of turning up in that towel, in which case, don't forget a sweater, it's pretty chilly outside" Finn says as he walks out of the room.

Kurt shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he closes the door, wandering back over to his closet and sighing. Usually his choice of clothing is top of his list of priorities but for some reason, what he's going to wear feels like the least of his worries right now.

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