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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt/Sebastian
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Sebastian_Smythe
  Series:
      Part 1 of Kurtbastian_Smut_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-12 Words: 2196
****** Bedtime Story ******
by Daughter_of_Scotland
Summary
     Kurt can't sleep. Sebastian helps him out.
Can't sleep. Too much thinking. Frowny face.
Sebastian stared at the message that had just popped up on his Twitter.
Kurt didn't know he was following him, he'd made sure of that, so he couldn't
be blocked and Sebastian loved to get little insights on Kurt's day this way.
He rarely commented on them, though. He just wanted to see what was up with
Kurt.
Especially now, so short after the "Big Klaine War" as Nick had called it.
Blaine had apparently broken up with Kurt only a few days prior and Sebastian
still wasn't sure why exactly – just that it was apparently bad enough to send
Kurt in a frenzy of shopping and indulging in ice cream, if his Twitter was
anything to go by.
And now this. Insomnia.
Sebastian sat back and pondered about his actions. Normally he'd ignore Kurt's
post, but tonight…
Without really thinking about it he grabbed his phone, settled on the bed and
dialed.
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Kurt was lying on his bed, sighing and trying to will sleep to come.
He had posted his message on Twitter and was since then only tossing and
turning on the bed, trying to finally fall asleep.
His head was full of Blaine, as it was always nowadays. Surprisingly, he wasn't
really devastated about the break up, more… angry. Santana said he'd found "his
Bitch again", because he was actually offended that Blaine broke up with him,
apparently not finding him good enough.
Kurt sighed again and then flinched when his phone started to ring.
He quickly grabbed it and started at the unknown number for a moment before
picking up.
"Yes?"
"Hey, Kurt."
Kurt took the phone away from his ear and stared at the number again – still
unknown – before putting it back to his ear.
"Sebastian?"
A low chuckle sounded through his phone and Kurt closed his eyes for a second.
"Yeah, it's me. Nice to know you recognize my voice."
Kurt scoffed. "It's disturbing enough to memorize," he countered. "Why do you
have my number?"
"Got it from Nick," Sebastian answered and Kurt thought he'd hear him rustle
around – apparently trying to find a more comfortable position. "So, Kurt.
What's up? Can't sleep?"
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?" he asked, feeling suspicious.
Another chuckle. "I have my ways… Want me to tell you a bedtime story?"
Kurt couldn't believe it. "What the hell are you playing at, Smythe?" he spat.
"You gonna gloat because you finally got Blaine?"
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Sebastian frowned. "What do you mean? I'm not with Blaine."
There was another scoff on Kurt's end. "Please. He comes to me, all teary eyed,
apologizing for cheating on me and falling in love with someone else… Don't
tell me it's not you."
Sebastian was taken aback. That'swhat happened? He'd never have guessed.
"Well, it's not," he assured Kurt. "I'd no idea. I just heard that you guys
broke up, but I haven't seen Blaine in weeks. Lost interest."
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment and Sebastian
suddenly worried that Kurt might hang up. "Kurt?" he asked.
"Whatever," Kurt answered, sounding tired. "I don't care either way… I'm beat,
Sebastian. Just… let me sleep, okay?"
Sebastian lifted himself up a bit, slightly panicking. "No, wait," he
exclaimed. "Uhm… come on. I know you can't sleep. You're overthinking the whole
thing… Let me help you out."
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Again, Kurt had to stare at his phone. Help him out? How?
"What are you talking about?" he asked reluctantely, not sure if he really
wanted to know.
He could practically hearSebastian smile. "Let me tell you a story," he said
again and Kurt groaned. To his own surprise he agreed, however.
"Okay then," he sighed and settled under his covers. "Tell me a story,
Sebastian."
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Sebastian took a deep breath, resting against his headboard. He had this one
chance – he had to play his cards right.
He had to make Kurt believe him.
"Once upon a time," he started slowly, not reacting to Kurt's snort at the
beginning, "there lived a boy. He was a selfish, arrogant kid, who'd never
learnt that there could be something he couldn't own. He took whatever he
wanted, no matter the consequences."
"Sharing life stories, are we, Sebastian?" Kurt teased and Sebastian scowled.
"Shut up and let me talk," he scolded Kurt who laughed but didn't answer.
"Well, anyway," Sebastian continued. "One day the boy met another boy. He had
heard so much about him that when he first saw him, all he could think about
was how much he wanted him. Just so he could call him his. But the other boy
already had someone and it proved impossible for our boy to get his way for
once.
So our boy decided to watch the couple. Maybe he'd find a way to make things
work in his favor. But while he did that, he started to notice other things.
Things about the boyfriend."
Sebastian stopped, listening to Kurt breathe for a moment, to make sure he was
still there.
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Kurt was listening intentely, his eyes wide. He knew that Sebastian was talking
about himself, of course, and Blaine… but what else would he say?
"What kind of things?" he asked quietly, wanting Sebastian to continue the
story.
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Sebastian smiled even though he knew Kurt couldn't see him.
"His eyes," he said slowly. "The most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. He could
never decide which color they were, they were always changing so much. Then
there were his lips… A perfect shape, seemingly curling around every insult and
spiting remark our boy had to hear from him. And, oh, how much he loved to see
the pale, flawless skin…"
Sebastian stopped again, listening to Kurt's breathing. "I love your skin," he
added quietly. "You're so pale, I just want to bite you, mark you all over…
You'd look even more beautiful."
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Kurt's breath hitched. His face was on fire and with a little gasp he noticed
that his hand was rubbing his own chest.
"W-what are you talking about?" he stammered, waiting for Sebastian to laugh
and tell him it was just a stupid joke.
But Sebastian did neither. "I heard so much about Blaine, when I first met him
I wanted him mostly because of his fame," he said. "And yes, I admit, I found
him cute and handsome. And when I first saw you… well. Let's just say I was
blinded to see you, really."
Kurt shook his head. "Now I know you're kidding me," he scoffed. "You can't
really say –"
"That you're hotter than Blaine?" Sebastian interrupted him. "Of course I can.
I do. You are. You have fire, Kurt, passion. I can see it in your eyes whenever
you look at me, hear it whenever you talk to me. It makes me so hot, just
thinking about your voice…"
A little whimper escaped Kurt and he clapped a hand over his mouth, horrified.
Sebastian had heard him, apparently. "I don't know why you can't believe me,"
he continued. "You're so beautiful, Kurt. Hot and sexy. The way you hold your
head high, believing in your dreams and that you'll leave Lima creates an air
about you… Which just draws me in."
Kurt whimpered again and this time he didn't cover it up.
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Sebastian had started to breath quicker and his hand not holding the phone was
drawing lazy circles on his chest, grazing his nipples every now and then.
"Your outfits… Just imagining the time it would take to peel off all your
layers makes me hard… I'd worship every little sign of skin I'd reach, bite it,
suck at it… I'm sure, when you blush, it takes over your whole body, am I
right? God, I want to see it… Your pale skin just flushing up because of me…
Because you love what I'm doing to you…"
He heard Kurt panting and closed his eyes, his hands moving faster over his
chest, tweaking and pinching one of his nipples.
"I'd leave marks all over you… on your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder,
your chest… You wouldn't be able to cover all of them up, every one would see
that you're taken – that you have someone who wants you for himself."
Sebastian took a deep breath when he heard Kurt moan quietly. "I'd make you
mine," he said, voice wavering. "And everyone should see it."
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Kurt was writhing on the bed.
He didn't care how much Sebastian could hear, he couldn't control his breathing
any longer.
His hand was tracing his chest under his shirt, touching the places Sebastian
talked about, putting pressure on them as if he could feel the marks the other
boy mentioned.
He was already half hard from just the voice in his ear, the words that made
him feel desired – not unloved and boring, as he'd thought of himself after the
break up with Blaine.
A small part of him wondered why it was Sebastianthat made him feel like this –
but mostly, he didn't care.
He just wanted more.
"D-don't stop," he whimpered. "Please, Sebastian… Tell me more."
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Sebastian breathed in sharply, partly because he had just tweaked his nipple
especially hard, but mostly because of the request.
"Kurt," he groaned. "I'd… I'd lick down your chest… and then over your nipple,
while I tease the other with my hand… I want to make them hard so much… I'd
suck and bite on one and then switch, doing the same with the other… Until
you're just moaning and panting underneath me. I-I wouldn't touch you anywhere
else… Just your chest, mark you even more… Until you beg me to go farther.
Would you do that, Kurt? Would you ask me to touch you more?"
Kurt cried out a bit, his one hand still pinching his nipple while the other
shuffled his pants off before touching his throbbing cock. He was so hard
already, and leaking. Sebastian's words sent shivers down his spine and made
him ache for more. For another touch, different than his own.
"Yes," he groaned. "God, yes… Sebastian, please… I want… Want you to touch me
more. Want you to… To jerk me off…"
He was moaning again. "Ah, fuck, Seb…"
Sebastian moaned loudly when he heard Kurt's answer.
"I want to touch you so much, Kurt," he gasped. "Want to see your cock… Want to
know if it's like I imagined… Just as beautiful as the rest of you…"
He swallowed, putting his phone on speaker and finally – finally– moving his
other hand down, reaching into his boxers. He shuddered and hissed when he
touched his cock, knowing he wouldn't last long.
"I'd jerk you slowly… Would move further down your body… Until I can lick you,
taste you – God, I'm sure you taste amazing."
Kurt was whining on the other hand and the sound bounced through the room,
making Sebastian's hips twitch and buck up against his hand.
"I'd suck you off so hard… Swallow all of you down, moving my tongue as much as
I could… I'd let you push up your hips, deep-throating you. God, I want to suck
you so bad, Kurt… Want to taste all of you… Want you to come down my throat,
Kurt. Want to drink up everything you can give me…"
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Kurt screamed as he came, mentally thrusting into Sebastian's mouth while he
jerked himself fast.
"Oh! Fuck, shit, Sebastian… fuck," he sobbed, not worrying who might hear him.
His mind was blank, his eyes filled with static – and the unmistakable cry from
the other end of the other line.
Sebastian had come, too, shortly after him, with a broken cry of his, Kurt's,
name.
He had screamed hisname, not Blaine's, not even a profanity. Just his name.
Kurt took a shuddery breath and reached for some tissues, not sure what to say.
He felt boneless after his orgasm and his eyes dropped.
Suddenly he chuckled. "You're good with bedtime stories," he said, smiling
widely. "I definitely feel tired now."
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Sebastian laughed and licked at his hand slowly, cleaning it.
"Told you I could help you out," he answered, suddenly nervous. "Uh, Kurt… I -"
Kurt interrupted him. "Don't ruin it, Smythe," he ordered. "This was… amazing."
He chuckled again. "Thank you."
Sebastian grinned. "You're welcome," he said and hoped that Kurt noticed that
he meant more than just the normal phrase.
Kurt hummed a bit, sounding sleepy. "I think I'm gonna sleep now," he said.
"Uhm… talk to you later?"
Sebastian nodded and then remembered something. He smirked. "Yeah… I'll see you
tomorrow."
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Kurt's eyes shot open again. "Tomorrow? What do you – Oh, shit."
He remembered. Jeff's birthday party. He'd promised to be there and help with
the food. And only after that had Jeff told him that Sebastian had the same
task.
He blushed heavily, imagining seeing the other boy in just a few hours.
Sebastian chuckled in his ear and his blush deepened. "Can't wait to share some
kitchen-time with you, Kurt," Sebastian said. "Hot dreams, Gorgeous."
He hang up and Kurt stared at his phone, feeling hot and still blissfully
tired.
He was so screwed.
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