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"You did not!" Elliott let out, sounding positively outraged. "And then what happened?"

"Then, we went to my place...and...you know..." Kurt said languidly, staring up at his ceiling. He had his phone in one hand and was idly drawing patterns around his bellybutton with his fingers. Elliott had called to ask how the competition had gone just as Sebastian was leaving, and Kurt hadn't bothered to shower or get dressed yet. He tried to decide what to share with his best friend about the night before.

They had almost fallen through the doorway, blindly grappling for the light switch, neither of them wanting to stop the feverish exploration their hands had started underneath each other's clothing in the cab. As Sebastian's hands started to unbuckle Kurt's belt and he began to kiss his way down from Kurt's neck to his chest and stomach, getting down on his knees, Kurt used the momentum to flip the large bolt lock on his door. There'd be no unwanted visitors tonight.

Kurt let his head drop back against the door and threaded his fingers into Sebastian's hair, tugging it a little to make him look up at him. He couldn't deny that this was a visual he had imagined quite a few times already, and not just in the past few days. Sebastian smirked up at him like he was reading Kurt's thoughts off his face.

"Admiring the view?" he asked cheekily, and winked.

Kurt mumbled something affirmative, tightening his hands around the back of Sebastian's head. Now was not the time to waste breath. Sebastian obeyed his cue and set to work.

"It was. Amazing," Kurt confessed, closing his eyes. "I mean, that Polish guy was pretty great, but Sebastian? Oof. It was like he had no gag reflex at all. And the way he used his fingers? He definitely knew what he was doing, I can tell you that."

He could hear Elliott chuckle on the other side of the line. "I'm happy for you, man," his friend said. "I'm jealous, but I'm happy."

Kurt smiled. "That's not all, though…" he trailed off, and sighed.

After the room came back into focus again, Kurt, now slightly wobbly on his legs, had offered Sebastian a revanche - only to find out Sebastian had already taken care of that himself.

"Sorry," Sebastian said sheepishly, looking down on his trousers, that were halfway down his thighs. "I kind of couldn't wait."

"When did you even-?" Kurt asked dumbfoundedly.

Sebastian shrugged. "Around the time you stopped biting your own tongue and let the neighbours know what we were doing. I multitasked."

Kurt could feel his face flush for the second time that night. He cleared his throat. "Well, um… in that case… how about some food? No- don't say it!" he added forbiddingly as Sebastian ran his tongue over his teeth. Kurt knew what he had been about to say, and he didn't want to ruin a perfect moment with a dirty pun.

"Alright," Sebastian said instead, rising up from his knees and hiking up his pants. "Do you have any beer?"

They had made a few sandwiches and shared the last beer in Kurt's fridge. While they ate, Kurt was trying to weigh the pros and cons in his head. Pro. He really, really wanted to do that again. Con. Wasn't he supposed to be morally repulsed by Sebastian's obvious skills? Pro. Sebastian said he wanted to date him. Con. It was Sebastian Smythe. Pro. Who had really amazing hands. Con. He was pretty sure his dad wouldn't like him. Pro. Kurt liked him, as long as he wasn't making lame ass remarks. Con. He would probably make some, anyway. Pro. Speaking of asses...

"So...round two?" he asked.

"You know this is unfair, right? I have literally been living like a monk at the yoga retreat, only to come home and listen to my best friend telling me how he fucked his way halfway through the karma sutra in one night," Elliott complained, and then added, "just kidding, Kurt, this is the best part of my morning. Please tell me more."

Kurt laughed and stretched his long limbs on the bed. "Well, after that, I guess we were both pretty sore-"

"You would be, jeez," Elliott chipped in.

"So we had a bath and then he gave me a massage and we went to sleep."

"Like, sleep sleep?"

"Well, not right away…"

"No, there- ow. Hold on. Yes, that's good. Okay." Kurt closed his eyes and let his warm body melt against Sebastian's, who was cradling him from behind. He was rocking very slowly into him, their bodies completely still except for the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of Sebastian's thighs and buttocks. Kurt had never felt so completely and utterly spent, yet neither of them wanted to stop. Pretty soon, exhaustion would take them anyway.

Sebastian whispered something against the back of his neck. Kurt couldn't hear what it was. "Hmm?" he let out, his mind getting hazy and sleepy.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian said again, a little louder.

Kurt was silent for a while, concentrating of the movement of their bodies as he tried to sort his thoughts. Finally, he settled for squeezing Sebastian's hand to let him know he had heard him. It didn't change anything in the past, but it did put another Pro on Kurt's list.

Congratulations, you just got through to the next round, he thought vaguely before drifting off to sleep.

"Okay, there's just one more thing I need to know," Elliott said.

"I already told you everything!" Kurt let out.

"No… you never told me who won the competition!"

Kurt laughed. "Oh, right."

They had forgotten all about it that night, and it hadn't been until the early morning -somewhere between breakfast and round six- that Kurt had bothered to look it up. They had placed fourth. The New Directions had placed eleventh. Kurt felt sorry for Sugar, Marley and Roderick, but a large part of him felt like their loss had been justified. Fourth was quite good. It meant they didn't win any prize, but it was definitely a recognition of their efforts.

Kurt had also received an email from an event manager, written that same evening- she had been present at the competition and had been very impressed by them, and was now offering to book them for a Pat Benatar tribute night at a large office party. She asked if he might be able to bring a band and mentioned that the budget was negotiable.

"Tell me you mentioned One Three Hill," Elliott begged.

"Of course I did," Kurt replied. "She's going to send us a date for a meeting next week."

"Okay, I take it back. This is the best part of my morning," Ellliott said. "That is awesome."

"I know," Kurt replied. He glanced at the clock by his bed and sat up. "Okay, I have to get ready. I'll talk to you later, ok? I'm meeting Sebastian for lunch."

"Right. Lunch."

"Yes. With actual food," Kurt said. "Eventually."

"I hate you," Elliott replied fondly.

"I love you too, Elliott. Byyyye!"

-The End-