Carson didn't know how long he sat there, his head resting against the hard surface of his now empty bookshelf and his knees drawn up to his chest, but it was long enough that the windows began to grow dim as the late afternoon sun gave way to the early hours of the evening. He just sat there, motionless and overcome with an array of varying and confusing emotions, none of which he had any idea how to deal with. He felt sad, obviously, not to mention guilty, but he also felt a fair amount of anger. Why couldn't Kurt understand that what he was doing was not that bad? Kurt, of all the people in this rotten world, knew damn well how much Carson wanted and needed a better life than the one he'd been living for the past seventeen years. If selling himself for a little while was what it took to give him a head start with that, what was so bad about that? It wasn't like he was planning to do it forever. Just until he didn't have to anymore.

You shouldn't have told him about Sebastian, a little voice nagged inside his head. That just made it worse.

Well, fuck Sebastian, Carson replied to himself, frowning as his eyes wandered around his completely trashed bedroom. Why should he be exempt from Kurt being pissed at him? Kurt should know what kind of a nosy, interfering shithead he is. I did everyone a favor there, if you really think about it.

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, which he hadn't realized were wet with tears until that very moment. He heard the front door open and close downstairs as his mother finally came back in, no doubt loaded down with bags of liquor bottles and various forms of junk food. He kept a sharp ear trained toward the door, waiting for any sign of Kurt coming out of his room to help Sheryl with the bags like he usually did, but there was only silence coming from across the hall.

He got up off the floor, brushing off his jeans and wiping the last of the tears out of his eyes before beginning to pick up the mess Kurt had made of his room, slowly restoring it to its original state except for the now ruined posters, which he just tossed in the waste bin. He happened to catch a glimpse of himself in the small mirror over his dresser as he fitted the sheets back onto his bed, and he winced as he ran his fingers lightly over the emerging bruise that Kurt had created on his cheek. Oh, well. It's not like I haven't been bruised before. And I guess I kind of had it coming.

He started to feel like he was on some sort of autopilot, putting things away and straightening up his small room monotonously, as though everything was perfectly fine and the confrontation with Kurt had happened to someone else, like a character in a movie that wasn't him at all. He couldn't tell if he really felt that way, or if he wanted so badly to feel it that he was making it happen on his own. Either way, the result was the same, a barrier between him and the soul crushing despair that would eat him alive if he allowed it to.

He finished cleaning his room, stepping back to survey his work before he stripped off his shirt and made his way down the hall to the bathroom. He paused outside of Kurt's closed bedroom door, lifting his hand as if to knock on it before he stopped himself, the memory of Kurt's hurt, disappointed face flashing across his memory like a neon warning sign. More than anything, he never wanted to see that look on Kurt's face again, especially not while knowing he was the one responsible for putting it there.

"I love you, Kurt," he whispered quietly, brushing his fingers lightly against the door the way he always used to do to his twin's soft face when they were in cuddle mode. He said it softly enough that he knew that there was no possible way Kurt could have heard it, but even so he waited for a second, listening intently for any sign of life on the other side of the door. A cough, a sigh, any little thing that would indicate that maybe Kurt wasn't really as mad as he'd looked. That he was just garden variety mad, and that as soon as he'd had his fit, everything would go back to normal and it would all be ok. Or if not ok, at least tolerable.

Only silence greeted him, though, so he sighed and continued on to the bathroom, where he finished stripping and stepped into the shower, shivering as the freezing cold droplets hit his skin before the warmth started to set in. He stood under the hot water for what seemed like forever, closing his eyes and pretending that the water was cleansing the entire day from existence. He wanted desperately to go back to that morning, before the day had begun, before he'd met that day's clients, before Kurt had somehow stumbled upon the secret Carson had never wanted him to know. Before Kurt had looked at him like he was a stranger he didn't even know, and even worse, one that he was repulsed by.

It suddenly hit him that his absolute worst fears had been confirmed. Kurt had found out about him, and he was disgusted. He didn't want to be touched by him. He didn't even want to look at him. And sure, he really wanted Kurt to be over him, but not like this. He'd never wanted his own brother to look at him like worthless trash, and that was exactly what had happened.

I really am worse than nothing, he thought to himself, not realizing that he was sinking down until he hit the floor of the shower. He slumped against the tiled wall, hugging his knees to his chest as the water rained down on him, mixing with the tears pouring out of his eyes as it washed away the remnants of other men, leaving him physically clean, but still feeling like the filthiest thing alive.

He wondered if anyone would notice if he stayed in that spot forever and just let the water overtake him until he drowned. He had a feeling that everyone would be better off that way, especially Kurt.

Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had been this angry, at Carson or anyone else. He didn't think he had ever been this angry, actually, which was saying a lot, considering the utter upheaval his life had sustained over the past year, and he was so very ill-equipped to handle it. He spent a significant portion of that night sitting slack in the corner of his bedroom, his head resting against the wall as he tried desperately to keep his breathing under control and his blood from boiling over and exploding like lava out of every orifice.

I hate him.

How could he take advantage of Carson like that? How could Carson LET him take advantage of him like that? How could both of them do this to me? Did either of them even stop to think for one fucking second about how I would feel about this? Did Sebastian really think I would never find out? And was he planning on continuing to act like my friend and hang out with me and FUCK ME while knowing he paid my brother for sex?

The fact that Sebastian had actually taken advantage of Carson's "services" for some reason seemed to hit home a lot more than the fact that Carson was offering them in the first place, although both things were leaving him reeling. He couldn't figure out why that made it so much worse, but it did. Maybe it was the fact that Sebastian had always presented himself as a close friend and confidante to both twins. They'd grown up together, for god's sake. And yeah, he was an unholy asshole a lot of the time, but even so, underneath that Kurt had always seen something there, a glimmer of a really decent person who might not be perfect, but who would definitely never intentionally screw over his friends.

Apparently, he'd been wrong and Sebastian was perfectly willing to fuck anything with a dick and two legs, even if it belonged to Carson and even if he knew damn well that Kurt would hate it. And Carson…. was he really so desperate for money that he would do anything? Why couldn't he realize that he was so much more precious than that? That people did care about him? That Kurt cared about him and that it broke his heart to think of his brother out there selling himself to the highest bidder like he was just a disposable plaything to be used and tossed away?

He'd never felt so trapped in his own body before. He wanted more than anything to just get up and run away, but he stayed rooted silently to his spot, staring blankly into space even as the room grew dim around him and the night started to settle in, cloaking him in darkness. He didn't even cry. He couldn't cry anymore. He literally didn't even have the energy to cry.

I hit him.

The thought came out of nowhere, rushing to the forefront of his brain like a flashing, neon sign. He'd been trying to avoid thinking about it ever since he'd fled Carson's room in his haze of anger. He'd honest to god hit Carson, and the fact that he didn't even feel as bad as he thought he should about it scared the shit out of him. He hadn't even been thinking when he did it, he'd just reached the very end of his rope and felt an overwhelming urge to lash out in any way he possibly could, and he just….. his hand was making contact with Carson's face before he could think rationally or stop himself.

But that doesn't make me an awful person, right? It was just one slap. Well, ok, and I broke some of his stuff, but… it's not the same as what Dad used to do to him all the time.

Ok, maybe I shouldn't have hit him.

Ok, I DEFINITELY shouldn't have hit him.

But I'm just SO ANGRY at him. I want to hug him and say I'm sorry, but I also want him never to touch me again, and I just….. UUUUUGH, Carson, why the fuck did you do this to us?

He heard shuffling outside in the hall and his ears automatically perked up, waiting to hear what Carson was doing. The footsteps stopped outside his bedroom door, and there was silence for a couple of minutes as Kurt wondered what Carson was doing out there. If he's going to try to come in and apologize, I really don't want to hear it right now. I can't be sure that anything that comes out of his mouth at this point is the truth, anyway.

Go away, Carson.

Go away and leave me alone.

He was about to shout out those words, actually, but a small sigh coming from the other side of the door distracted him, and he shut his mouth just in time to hear a hushed "I love you, Kurt."

The words were whispered, so quiet that they almost might not have been heard at all, but Kurt had always been blessed with the gift of supersonic hearing when it counted, and the whispered phrase reverberated throughout his brain as he peered at his door, wondering what he should (or even wanted to) do. One small part of him wanted to get up, fling open the door, wrap Carson in the world's tightest hug, and declare that it was ok, that he loved him too, that they would fix this somehow and everything would be fine.

But another part of him, a much bigger part, couldn't bring himself to do that, because he honestly felt like Carson had broken the last of his resolve this time. He didn't have it in him to be comforting or try to fix the situation, even if he was sorry for hitting him. He was just tired. So very tired and angry.

In the end, he didn't do anything at all, and eventually Carson's footsteps shuffled away from the door and into the bathroom, where Kurt heard the shower running for almost an hour. He didn't move from his spot, didn't give in to the urge to go and check on Carson and make sure he was ok, didn't do anything except sit and stare at the wall across the almost pitch-black room, trying his hardest to not think about how many men his brother was washing off of himself.

The next time I see Sebastian Smythe, he is DEAD.

Things didn't look any better the next day when Carson finally rolled out of bed hours later than he normally would have, not that he cared very much that day. He'd fallen straight into bed almost as soon as he'd put some clothes on following his shower, and he was asleep seconds after his head hit the pillow. Clearly, having an emotional breakdown in the shower was exhausting. Thankfully, he didn't have very much planned for the day, other than popping by Grandma's in the afternoon, when he could be reasonably sure she'd had all her medications and was in an amicable mood. The last thing he needed today was to be kicked out of her room, not after the night he'd had. He needed to hang on to something comforting and safe.

He used the bathroom and then crept slowly downstairs, casting a sideways look at Kurt's bedroom door on his way to the stairs. It was slightly ajar and the room inside was dark, the meaning of which Carson didn't really know. He half hoped that Kurt was still in there brooding, because he didn't want to have to face him after the previous night, but a small part of him was hoping that maybe they could at least talk civilly and clear the air a little.

He passed through the living room and past the couch where his mother was stretched out, a bottle of wine in one hand and the television remote in the other. He assumed she was sleeping, but she turned her head to stare at him as he made his way past her, giving him a drunken smile as she waved the wine bottle at him.

"Morning, fruit of my womb," she slurred at him over the sound of Beaches playing on the television in the background. "How are things?"

"You're drunk, Mom," Carson muttered, keeping his head down and starting to head for the kitchen, but Sheryl reached a hand out and grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him several steps back toward herself as she peered at him critically through narrowed eyes.

"S'wrong with your face?" she asked, tilting her head quizzically as she looked at his cheek, where he knew Kurt's bruise was looking a little worse than it had last night, especially since he was pretty sure he'd slept on it.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," he insisted.

"It's all bruised," Sheryl continued, reaching up to poke at it as Carson winced. "Did you get in a fight or something?"

"In a manner of speaking," Carson mumbled.

"Was your father here?" his mother asked, her eyes narrowing further. "Lord knows that would be just like him, showing up here with no warning so I can't even tidy up first. Did he do that? Your face?"

"No, Mom, it wasn't Dad," Carson replied with a sigh. "It's really not as bad as it looks. And don't you think it's about seventeen years too late for you to start worrying about my bruises? I've had worse." He shrugged his wrist free from her grasp and headed into the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to make himself some toast and retreat back to his room to sulk for a while.

The sight of Kurt sitting there at the table, legs crossed demurely as he nibbled gracefully on a cinnamon roll with one hand and scrolled through something on his phone with the other, stopped Carson in his tracks slightly, but he quickly recovered and set about taking the bread out of the cupboard as he wondered if Kurt was going to say anything. His twin was completely silent, his only acknowledgement that Carson was even there being a quick glance at him as he entered, his eyes drawn straight to his bruised cheek. A brief, odd look crossed his face, and then it was gone as Kurt looked back down at his phone, his eyes glued to the screen as though his life depended on it.

"Morning," Carson offered after several moments of uncomfortable, tense silence had gone by. He received no response and was slightly afraid to try again until after he had finished preparing his toast. He put it on a plate and considered whether attempting to sit down at the table with Kurt instead of taking it up to his room would be a good idea or not. He decided to chance it and pulled out a seat across from Kurt, which made his twin draw his shoulders in toward himself in that closed-off stance he always took when he wasn't in the mood for discussion.

Carson sighed heavily. "Kurt, come on. Can we talk about this?" Kurt didn't even look up at him, just took an agitated bite of his breakfast and kept his eyes glued to the phone.

"Kurt….. Kurt, come on. KURT." The theme music to Angry Birds suddenly filled the kitchen from Kurt's phone, but his twin didn't acknowledge his presence at all.

"I'm not going to leave until you talk to me," Carson insisted, taking a piece of toast in his hand and taking a bite. He chewed it thoroughly as he kept his eyes trained on Kurt, who tapped furiously on his phone screen as if he were alone in the room.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me forever?" The sound of a bird hitting a pile of sticks served as Kurt's reply. The sound of a knocking on the front door drifted through vaguely through the silence in the kitchen, which Carson assumed was probably the postman delivering some stupid thing Sheryl had ordered from a home shopping network. She could get her own ass up and answer it.

"Kurt." Silence.

"Sebastian and I fucked three times," he finally said in a desperate last resort attempt to get Kurt to at least look at him. "Once against the wall, and twice in his bed." Kurt's knuckles grew noticeably whiter around his phone as he gripped it hard. Progress.

"His mattress is really very comfortable," he continued, pressing his luck, and Kurt finally slammed his phone down on the table and looked at him, fixing him with a furious glare that could have cut diamonds.

"Now that I have your attention," Carson began, and Kurt's cheeks grew red as the sound of the knocking on the front door came again, more insistent this time.

"Kurt, your boyfriend is out on the stoop knocking for you!" Sheryl bellowed from the living room. "Answer the door, for God's sake!"

Oh, shit, Sebastian. Now is NOT the time.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Kurt screeched back, piercing the silence in the kitchen. "And I don't want to see him!"

"Do it or I'm putting you up for adoption!" Sheryl retorted. "I'm trying to have my morning nap here!"

Kurt's face turned an interesting shade of beet red, his lips pursing into a straight line as he glared at Carson and stood up, violently tossing his chair aside. Leaving his phone on the table, he stomped out of the kitchen and Carson debated for all of three seconds whether he wanted to follow him and see what was going to happen, or if it would be safer to just stay in the kitchen. He didn't think that Kurt would say too much with their mother laying right there, but then again, he was clearly pissed enough that maybe he didn't care. Hopefully whatever Sheryl heard, she would just write off as a drunken hallucination.

He settled on hovering against the wall near the entrance to the living room, his toast in hand as he nibbled at it and watched. Kurt marched straight to the front door, bumping into an end table in his haste and knocking a picture frame face down, which he didn't even acknowledge. He threw open the door, revealing Sebastian on the front stoop, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his jeans.

"Hey," he said as he looked at Kurt curiously and stepped inside the house without waiting for an invitation. "I've been texting you all morning, are you ok? You never told me what was up when you cancelled our date yesterday, and I-"

He got no further than that, because as Carson watched, fascinated, from his perch against the wall, Kurt reared his fist back and punched Sebastian hard in the face. The other boy yelped and stumbled back, knocking against the same end table that Kurt had bumped into before and finally sending the unfortunate picture frame falling to its demise.

"Ow, Kurt, what the fuck?" he yelled, clutching the side of his face and groaning in pain. "The fuck was that for?"

"For being a fucking bastard!" retorted Kurt as Sebastian peered at him through his good eye.

"What did I do?" he asked, and Kurt's face turned even redder as his hands clenched themselves into fists at his sides. Carson was pretty sure he was going to pop a blood vessel in his eye any minute now if he didn't calm down.

"What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO? How about my brother, for starters? That's what you fucking did," Kurt screamed.

Sebastian's face drained of color and he almost looked as if he were going to faint for a second as he met Kurt's steely, furious gaze. "I…" he began. "I.."

"The next words out of your mouth had better be "It's not true," or you had better be planning to get out of my sight in the next ten seconds, or it will be your balls next," Kurt practically spat, his blue eyes glinting with so much righteous anger that Carson thought he could probably give a horror movie villain a run for their money right about now.

"But… ah, fuck, that hurts….. how did you….?" Sebastian murmured. "Jesus Christ, that hurt."

"Wrong answer," Kurt growled, punctuating his words with a swift kick to Sebastian's groin, and the other boy let out a sound not unlike a deflating balloon as his eyes bulged and his hands flew to cup his injury in agony.

"You want another one? Because there's plenty more where that came from, you unimaginable asshole," yelled Kurt, and Sebastian held up one hand in defeat weakly as his breath came out in short gasps.

"Stop, you fucking psycho," he wheezed out. "What the… who the hell even told you?"

"That would be me," Carson replied through a mouthful of toast as he walked into the living room, unsure whether his goal was to diffuse the situation or see how much worse he could make it, since seeing Sebastian suffer so greatly at Kurt's usually gentle hands was oddly satisfying for some reason.

"I… what…. are you insane?" Sebastian exclaimed, still clutching his injured balls in both hands as he winced in pain.

"He somehow found out about… well… everything, and why should I be the only one he's pissed at? If I'm going down, you're going down with me," Carson replied casually, shrugging as he shoved the last bit of toast into his mouth. "You should have considered my offer for regular sessions more carefully."

"Your offer for WHAT?" screeched Kurt, and Carson gulped, realizing that he probably shouldn't have said that much right now when his twin was still so close to the edge.

"Well… you wanted honesty," he finally replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I'm giving you honesty."

"Oh, fuck you!" said Kurt angrily, giving Carson a hard shove in the shoulder.

"Oh my god, will all of you shut the hell up?" came Sheryl's mumbled voice from the couch, and all three boys turned their heads to stare at her. Carson had almost forgotten she was even there, and from the look on Kurt's face, he definitely had. "I'm trying to sleep. Carson, apologize to your brother for sleeping with his boyfriend."

"But moooom," Carson whined sarcastically at the same time as Kurt screamed "He is NOT my boyfriend, he is an ASSHOLE!" and Sebastian keeled over on his side, gasping with the sharp pain that was no doubt radiating through his balls at that very moment. Kurt angrily raked his fingers through his hair, destroying the style and taking several deep, heaving breaths. His hands were shaking, and Carson could see just how much he was trying to reign himself in.

"Fuck both of you," he finally said, his voice cracking and broken with anger as he looked at Carson and Sebastian in turn. "You both deserve each other." He stepped over Sebastian's writhing form on the floor and stomped right out of the front door, slamming it behind him as he disappeared up the street as fast as his feet could carry him. Carson wanted badly to go after him, but he knew at that point it would accomplish nothing but making the situation even worse. Best to just let him calm down. He'd stay mad for a few days, maybe even a few weeks, and then he'd finally be open to talking. They could clear the air then and that would be the end of it. Hopefully.

He held on strong to that hope, even after he woke up several mornings later to find the ring he'd given Kurt for their birthday perched right on top of his alarm clock. His heart sank into his stomach as he took it in his hand, running his fingers over the cool metal and sighing sadly.

He's given up on me. Finally. I did want that, but…. not like this.

I've actually done it. I've gone and made myself officially unlovable.

Go me. I guess.

He slid the ring under his pillow and flopped back down under his covers, closing his eyes and shutting out the world as he fell back asleep.

Sebastian had never really realized just how much time he and Kurt had started to spend together until Kurt suddenly stopped speaking to him. For the remainder of the summer holidays, he didn't get so much as a text from him, not even an angry one, and even though it made him feel weird to admit it (a feeling he'd learned to become quite familiar with when it came to anything regarding Kurt), it bothered him a bit.

Ok, it bothered him a lot.

He never had found out exactly how Kurt had discovered Carson's secret, but the lingering phantom pain in his balls whenever he sat a certain way for the next few weeks sure as hell reminded him that he'd sure as hell found out about Sebastian's active role in it. Carson had made damn sure of that.

Little bastard. Couldn't handle his own actions coming back to bite him in the ass, so he drags me down with him. I was only trying to help him. And help Kurt. Why do I even bother? See, this is exactly what happens when you try to do the right thing. It blows up right in your face like so much easy nightclub spunk.

He tried to distract himself, once his junk felt relatively normal again. Which took a hell of a while, since Kurt could apparently deliver one hell of a kick in those sinful thigh-high boots of his. He went to clubs, picked up a few randoms, tried to slip back into his previous, pre-Kurt lifestyle of as many guys as he could sample. Somehow, it didn't feel the same as it always had. It felt good, obviously, but… he didn't quite know how to describe it. He felt just sort of blah, like he was just going through the motions, but his heart wasn't really in it.

For better or worse, Kurt Phillips had changed him. And he wasn't sure what to make of it.

Normally, he would have absolutely hated the fact that summer holidays in England were so much shorter than they were in France, but as the school year finally drew nearer, he found himself feeling a bit relieved that it was so short. At least he wouldn't have to try to find ways to fill his days anymore that didn't involve Kurt. And seeing Kurt on a daily basis again would maybe provide him with opportunities to try to smooth things over. Surely some of that red-hot anger had to have dissipated by now, right?

As it turned out, the answer to that was a resounding "nope." He turned up to school the first day, dressed in what he considered one of his best outfits, and waited by their group's usual meeting spot for what seemed like forever. Carson was the first twin to show up, and Sebastian kind of hated himself a little for thinking that he looked super hot, even though he totally did, in that tight, blue T-shirt (without the hoodie because it was so warm out, thank god), and a pair of jeans so tight he would swear they were Kurt's if he weren't so sure that Kurt would murder him for borrowing his clothes.

No. No, Sebastian, that's a bad Sebastian. He's the reason you barely got any action for most of the summer, he's on your shit list. No ogling.

Dat ass, though. Ugh.

"I don't know what you're waiting for," Carson said by way of a greeting as he sidled up to Sebastian and adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder. "He's not going to meet you here."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly be surprised, since he hasn't spoken to me all summer, thanks to you and your big mouth," replied Sebastian, still trying to avert his eyes from that delicious body. Did he work out all summer? Shit.

"I didn't hear you complaining about my big mouth when it contained your big dick," replied Carson casually. "And speaking of that, since you're the one who insisted on scaring off my clients and then helping yourself to the goods, maybe the person you should really be blaming is yourself. Just a thought. Besides, he hasn't spoken to me all summer, either."

"I expected that," retorted Sebastian. "Tell me, how many strange and possibly murderous men have known you in a carnal way since the last time we spoke?"

"Fuck you."

"I would, except that by now I'm sure half the male population of the UK already has," replied Sebastian as Carson took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up.

"Again, I heard approximately zero complaints when it was you who…."

Sebastian stopped listening then, because his eyes were drawn straight across the courtyard, where Kurt was walking with another guy Sebastian had never seen before. He was clearly older than Kurt by several years at least, and was wearing a knit beanie on his blonde hair even though it was hot as balls outside. The fuck is that?

The two of them approached a bench and the strange guy sat down first, taking hold of Kurt's bag and sliding it down his arm before placing it carefully beside him on the bench. Sebastian watched as Kurt looked right at him and Carson, close enough for Sebastian to see the satisfied smile on his face, but far enough away that conversation was impossible unless they shouted. Kurt turned back to the mystery guy and, to Sebastian's combination of interest and horror, climbed right onto his lap, seating himself with one leg on either side of the guy's thighs. He wrapped his arms around the guy's neck and collided their lips together as the guy's hands rested delicately on Kurt's hips, holding him in place as they made out.

Well. This was certainly unexpected.

"Ok, who the fuck is that?" he demanded, turning to Carson and hoping for some explanation. Carson was looking over at Kurt and the guy, an unreadable expression on his face as he puffed insistently on his cigarette as if it were some kind of lifeline.

"Kurt's new boyfriend," Carson replied casually, his voice clearly trying to indicate disinterest even though his face suggested otherwise. "Guy's name is Adam something, and he's twenty and sophisticated and such a romantic. I guess he gave him a lift today in his super romantic chariot."

"Wow, you don't sound bitter at all," Sebastian mumbled as his eyes refused to tear themselves away from Kurt and Adam on the bench. Adam was running his hands gently up and down Kurt's sides, both of them seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were in the middle of a crowded school yard and that numerous people were staring, even though Sebastian knew that Kurt, at least, was well aware of this, and in particular was performing for him and Carson, specifically. That was clearly all this was. A performance for his audience of two.

Well, he supposed, more his audience of one. He knew that this whole show was really meant for Carson alone, and that he, himself, was just the bonus icing on the cake. Oh, Kurt. I know you like a book.

"I'm not bitter," Carson retorted insistently. "Why should I be?"

"Gee, I don't know, why don't you think about that one for a second," Sebastian replied with an eye roll. "How the hell did he meet this guy, anyway?"

"Well, according to Santana, who heard it from Quinn, they met at some summer performance shit in the park, where Beanie over there serenaded him with a romantic ballad version of Baby Got Back," Carson grumbled around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Wow," Sebastian replied with a raised eyebrow as he looked on at the happy pair.

"Yes, such a romantic guy," Carson replied with a wide, sarcastic smile. "And by romantic guy, of course, I mean he seems like a total chode, but whatever. Kurt's happy. Apparently so, since I can barely hear myself think over the sound of them shagging like rabbits in Kurt's room on a daily basis. Anyway, I have to go. I have an appointment in the bathroom before my first class starts," he added, raising his voice on the last sentence so that Kurt would be sure to hear.

"An appo- Jesus fuck, Carson, at school?" asked Sebastian incredulously as he caught on. "The fuck's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, as long as I remembered my breath mints," replied Carson cheekily, raising his voice again and patting the side pocket of his bag, and Sebastian could swear he heard actual moaning start to emanate from the bench, as if in reply. "Looks like I did." He stamped out his cigarette and adjusted his bag strap again, casting one last glance at the bench and then giving a half hearted wave as he headed inside. "See you around. And you keep your nose out of my business appointments. I think you've caused enough damage." Sebastian didn't even dignify that with a response. He didn't really think that there was any reason he should feel bad for Carson when he had so many opportunities to have Kurt and then fucked them up one by one.

And now Kurt was all over Gordon Ramsey's illegitimate, beanie-wearing son. Awesome.

It was going to be a very long school year.

"Uh…. uh… mmm… fuck," Kurt moaned out loudly as he lay underneath Adam, his legs wrapped around his hips and his hands clenched into the bedsheets as the older man thrust into him eagerly, their bodies engaged in a harmonious symphony of moans, squeaking bed springs, and skin against skin that echoed throughout the room. And, more importantly, was hopefully echoing right through the walls into Carson's room, right where Kurt wanted it.

Not that he was just using Adam to make Carson jealous, or anything. That was a bonus, surely, but no, Kurt actually did like Adam. A lot. There was just something charmingly irresistible about a guy who legitimately thought that Baby Got Back was a good first-impression serenade. Not that Kurt could really blame him, since he did have a really great ass that deserved to be paid tribute to in song. The fact that he was older and experienced and a gentleman and had adorable dimples and was an unbelievable romantic who routinely complimented him and took the time to bring Kurt lunch at school whenever he could… all of that certainly didn't hurt. He was sort of the perfect prototype guy, in a lot of respects.

Not to mention that, being several years more experienced than Kurt, he was fucking amazing in bed.

So, yes, Kurt really did like him, thank you. It didn't have anything at all to do with the fact that Carson trying to hide his jealousy whenever he saw them together gave Kurt some weird kind of satisfaction. Well, ok. Maybe it was a little of that.

Ok, fine, it was a lot of that. But come on, why shouldn't Kurt enjoy making Carson jealous? Carson had sure as hell put him through enough bullshit. And it wasn't as if Carson wasn't now routinely shoving Kurt's face in the fact that he was the town bicycle, not even bothering to conceal it anymore when he was preparing to go out to meet a client, which felt like a fresh slap in the face to Kurt every single time.

The least Kurt deserved was the opportunity to remind him exactly what he had thrown away, exactly what he couldn't have back now even if he wanted it because Kurt was no longer offering it. It belonged to Adam, for the time being, and Kurt had absolutely no qualms about broadcasting that fact loud and clear.

"Fuck… fuck… oh god, baby, harder…. harder, shit…" he babbled loudly as Adam obliged, the squeaking springs and the sound of the headboard thumping against the wall growing satisfyingly louder. Kurt closed his eyes, relishing the feel of the other man moving inside of him and trying not to concentrate on the mental image of Carson in his tight workout shorts. His twin had been working out a lot lately, usually in his bedroom with the door wide open, with no shirt, and whenever he knew Kurt was home. Like he was trying to torture Kurt with his stupid perfect body and his new abs and his toned arms. Like he thought it was some game.

Ugh. Kurt, stop. Fuck him. You're over him, remember? It doesn't matter what he wears to work out, or when, because he doesn't matter to you anymore.

He collided his lips with Adam's, wrapping his arms around his back and trailing them down until they landed on the swell of his ass. He took a handful of cheek in each hand, squeezing hard and pushing their bodies closer together as Adam moaned into his mouth, increasing his thrusting as Kurt felt his orgasm brewing deep within him, finally exploding (with a loud moan, of course) the second Adam's hand snaked between them to wrap itself around his length. He followed Kurt over the edge several thrusts later, pulsing inside of him and filling the condom as he buried his face in Kurt's neck, their breathing and heart rates slowly returning back to normal before he pulled out.

"Oh my god," Kurt breathed out, pulling Adam back down beside him after the other man had disposed of the condom and cuddling up to his side. "Mmm, that was amazing."

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you come?" asked Adam with a smile, wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding him close as Kurt settled his head on his chest. "Or how beautiful you are in general?"

"You might have mentioned it once or twice," Kurt teased him, planting a soft kiss on his collarbone. "Doesn't mean I get tired of hearing it."

"Much too beautiful to be cooped up here in the bedroom all night," Adam added, tilting Kurt's head up so that he could kiss him gently on the lips. "Wanna go out? Catch a movie, get coffee or something?"

"I'd love to," agreed Kurt happily, snuggling closer to him with a pleased sigh. "Just as soon as we both shower."

"Faster if we shower together," suggested Adam with a grin, and Kurt returned it, sitting up in bed and catching his lips in an eager kiss that was more grinning and teeth clanking together than actual kissing.

"We could get a little dirtier in there first before we get clean," he said, and Adam murmured in agreement as they got out of bed and made their way down the hall toward the bathroom, giggling as they passed Carson's room, the door of which was closed, but Kurt knew full well that his twin was in there and could hear every word. And had heard every moan and gasp and bang against the wall.

But he wasn't just trying to make him jealous, ok?

Sebastian was juuuust about at the end of his rope.

In the two weeks since school had started back up, he'd watched, both horrified and weirdly intrigued, on a daily basis as Carson went around whoring himself out to any closeted, rich daddy's boy who would take him, and Kurt went around in glee club showing off the latest flowers or love note or fucking mix CD from Stepford Guy, and quite frankly, he was getting extremely irritated the longer it went on. Especially with Carson.

He honestly had no fucking idea what the hell was going on in that boy's head. He would have thought that Carson would've become more discreet after Kurt finding out and everything exploding around him, but nope. Not Carson. Sebastian was surprised that he didn't just get a tattoo on his lower back that said "Tips appreciated," for all he was trying to hide his activities anymore. Everyone in school knew what he was doing, even if perhaps not everyone was admitting to taking advantage of the services. And Carson couldn't have cared less. He was going about his business, running the Writer's Club and the school paper as if he wasn't being talked about in hushed whispers in the halls every day.

And it was clearly having an effect on Kurt, whether or not he wanted to admit that. He could hide behind his little utopia of romance and unicorns with Blondie, but Sebastian felt he knew Kurt well enough to know that he was absolutely fuming inside at how Carson was behaving.

Everything was weirder than ever, and nothing made sense, basically. In a way, Sebastian found it fascinating, like some kind of character study. The effects of incest and abusive childhoods on personal relationships, or something.

But mostly it just pissed him off, watching Carson strut around like he owned the place, giving absolutely no regard to Kurt's feelings, as usual. And now that Sebastian was finally starting to come to terms with the fact that he had actual romantic feelings for Kurt every now and again, seeing Carson deliberately try to hurt Kurt's feelings was a problem for him. A big one.

It's not like YOU didn't hurt him just as much by sleeping with Carson, he routinely chastised himself. If you could just get him to talk to you, maybe he'll let you apologize and explain why you did what you did. That you were trying to look out for Carson for him.

The problem was that Kurt was still refusing to even acknowledge his existence unless it was absolutely necessary for glee club, and even then he kept as far away from Sebastian as possible. Trying to get him alone was pretty much an unachievable task, since Kurt had taken to keeping at least two friends by his side at all times, like he was anticipating being approached and was doing his best to head it off before it ever happened.

As his patience grew thinner, Sebastian finally did something one morning he'd never considered doing before and brought a small bunch of flowers to school, stowing them away in his locker to give to Kurt later. He'd just wait until the perfect moment, and then he could pretend to desperately need help with an assignment or something. Then he could present the flowers and ask Kurt to just hear him out. Yes. Perfect.

He shut his locker and turned to head for the library, his spirits lifted a bit now that he had a plan of action. He was about to turn the corner toward the stairs when he spotted Carson walking determinedly toward the bathroom, another guy following close behind him and looking around nervously. Carson looked around and then opened the bathroom door, disappearing inside with a smirk in the guy's direction. The guy waited a few seconds and then followed him in, leaving Sebastian to stand there scowling at the closed door.

"Looks like Phillips is booked," said a passing student to his friend as they looked toward the bathroom door and exchanged knowing grins.

"You should schedule a spot with him, maybe then you could finally get laid," replied his friend dryly.

"Fuck you."

"You think he offers threesomes with that twin of his?"

Right. Enough was enough. Sebastian forgot about the library and changed course, heading instead toward the headmaster's office. It was time someone at least tried to put a stop to this nonsense. Kurt shouldn't have to risk hearing people talk about his brother (not to mention him) like that. And who knew? Maybe this would get Kurt's attention more than talking or flowers.

He barged into the office, about to demand that the secretary let him in to see the headmaster, but the wind was taken completely out of his sails by the sight of Kurt sitting demurely in one of the chairs, his hands clasped neatly in his lap.

"Kurt?" asked Sebastian curiously. Kurt looked up at him and rolled his eyes, staring straight ahead and ignoring him.

"What are you doing here?" asked Sebastian, determined to get an answer out of him. He couldn't ignore him when they were in such a small space together, right? "Is everything ok?"

Kurt continued ignoring him, so Sebastian sighed and took a seat beside him. The secretary wasn't at her desk, anyway. He had time to kill. "Fine. Don't talk to me," he said casually. "So, where's I Dream of Beanie? Doesn't he usually hang out with you before the morning bell holding your bag and shit?"

"Adam is at work," replied Kurt icily, the first words he'd spoken to Sebastian in weeks. "He has a job. He's an adult. He'll pick me up after school."

"Oh yeah, I forgot, he's a real man and he does real man stuff," replied Sebastian, trying and failing not to return Kurt's attitude right back to him.

"Well, he's never slept with my brother, so there's that."

"Fair enough," sighed Sebastian. "Look, can we talk about-"

"Nope."

"Kurt, come on."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But I had my reasons for-"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!"

"Ok, ok, fine," Sebastian conceded. "Will you at least tell me why you're here?"

"If you must know, I'm planning to have a chat with the headmaster about the blatant sexual perversion going on in the restrooms of our fine educational institution," replied Kurt, staring straight ahead with his nose in the air. "It's disruptive to our learning environment, and it needs to stop."

Sebastian quickly hid his surprise. "In other words, you're trying to get Carson in trouble for revenge."

"Whichever gets my point across easier. Why are you here? Finally get caught cheating on an exam?"

"No," muttered Sebastian, crossing his arms defensively. "Actually, I'm here for the same reason you are."

Kurt whipped his head in Sebastian's direction, fixing him with a suspicious glare. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not."

"You can't," Kurt retorted angrily just as the headmaster finally stepped out of his office.

"Um, I can, and why are you pissed? You're about to do the same thing," Sebastian pointed out. The headmaster cleared his throat, but both boys ignored him.

"I'm doing it because I may want to punch him in the throat every time I see him now, but he's still my brother and I'm sick of the looks and the whispers," Kurt shot back. "I'm doing it because I care."

"You're doing it because you're jealous and pissed," said Sebastian. "Let's be honest, here."

"You're only doing it because you're pissed he isn't blowing you in the bathroom right now," exclaimed Kurt.

"Boys, seriously, I have a school to run, here," the headmaster tried to interject.

"I'M DOING IT BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU," Sebastian yelled. "I admit it, ok? Fucking hell."

"You care about me? That is such bullshit," retorted Kurt, his face reddening with anger. "I don't think you were caring about me or about Carson when you decided to pay him to polish your knob, so do not give me that fucking shit. Someone who cared wouldn't have encouraged him."

"It was a mistake, ok? How long am I supposed to pay for it?" exclaimed Sebastian.

"Forever, for all I care," spat Kurt. "I hate you and I never want to talk to you again. EVER."

"Boys!" bellowed the headmaster. "Enough is enough!"

"I was just leaving," said Kurt, glaring at Sebastian as he stalked his way toward the door. "Sorry to have wasted your time." He threw the door open and hurried down the hall, disappearing into a crowd of students until Sebastian couldn't see him anymore.

Sebastian didn't quite know what to make of what had just happened. He wasn't used to feeling so much emotion at once, and it kind of scared him a little.

The headmaster sighed and turned to him, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Ok, what was it you wanted?" he asked.

Sebastian took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "I wanted to discuss something with you, if I may."

Carson turned onto his street later that afternoon and checked his watch, pleased to see that he still had plenty of time to get some solid homework done before he had to leave for work, even despite his little unexpected trip to the headmaster's office after his last class in order to discuss his "indiscretions," as the man had so delicately put it. Apparently, a little birdie that Carson strongly suspected was named Sebastian Smythe had informed him exactly what had been going on in the bathrooms in the mornings. Well, not that it was happening for money, just that it was happening.

Fortunately for Carson, the faculty at his pathetic excuse for a school were not so adept when it came to handing out punishments, and Carson had been dutifully informed that since his grades were the best in his year and he therefore made the school look good, he would not be suspended or expelled this time, so long as he "took care to be more discreet in the future." It had taken everything Carson had in him not to laugh out loud as he lied through his teeth and agreed.

That hadn't even been the weirdest part of his day, though. That had actually come shortly afterwards, when Sebastian caught up with him in the parking lot and made a rather interesting proposition, to say the least.

"I want you to come over Friday," he'd told him immediately, without any lead-in whatsoever. "Plan to stay the weekend. I think you'll find that it will be in your financial best interests."

Carson had blinked at him for a second as he processed the words. "Are you seriously hiring me for the weekend? Are you fucking insane?"

"The jury is still out on that," murmured Sebastian in response. "Look, I haven't been laid in weeks and I'm frustrated. You wanna make money or not?"

They just looked at each other for several long moments, neither of them actually saying out loud what this was actually about, even though they were both thinking it. Even when he wasn't around, Kurt had a certain way of dominating the atmosphere.

And frankly, Carson wasn't sure he wanted to know what kind of person it would make him if he agreed to Sebastian's offer, knowing full well what Kurt would think of it, even though his twin had lately gone out of his way to make sure everyone knew he didn't care about anything.

"Can I think about it?" he'd asked, and Sebastian had agreed.

He walked up the driveway and let himself into the house, hoping and praying that it would be empty, aside from his mother. He didn't think he could deal with Adam being around today, doting on Kurt and calling him things like "beautiful" and "baby" and generally being sickeningly sweet enough to cause cavities. It was like watching a live-action Disney prince, and Kurt, of course, was absolutely eating it up.

Carson didn't like Adam.

He supposed that was probably the point, though.

Of course, luck was not on his side, and Kurt and Adam were seated close together at the kitchen table when he got in, giggling and whispering together as Adam helped Kurt study for something. Carson rolled his eyes and tried to sneak past the kitchen as quickly as possible to get to the stairs, but Adam caught sight of him before he could disappear, and waved at him.

"Hello, Carson," he said cheerfully, and Carson imagined how satisfying it would feel to stuff that insufferable beanie hat in his mouth.

"Hello, Alvin," he mumbled, hurrying upstairs as fast as he could and retreating to the safety of his room. He flopped down onto his bed and started removing books from his bag, trying to decide what he had time to get done now and what he could do later when he got home for the evening. He decided to get math out of the way first, and set to work diligently working on the assigned problems from that week's chapter.

He'd almost forgotten that anyone else was in the house until he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, followed closely by giggling and snorts, and even worse, kissing sounds, as Kurt led Adam up to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Carson sighed, reaching into his bedside table for his ear plugs, which had become an almost permanent fixture in the last few weeks, ever since Kurt had apparently decided it was his mission in life to make damn sure Carson heard him fucking. It was obviously Kurt's own way of continuing to punish him, and Carson had thought he would have become immune to it by now, but no. Every moan and gasp that emanated from Kurt's room was like a fresh knife wound, even though he knew it was stupid to feel that way.

Sure enough, within minutes the giggles had turned into moans, and Carson defiantly shoved the ear plugs in as far as they would go. He wouldn't let Kurt get to him. He just wouldn't.

He tried to concentrate on his work, but even through the ear plugs he could hear the walls rattling as Kurt and Adam started to get really into it, and the words on the page blurred in front of him.

Jesus Christ, Kurt. I know I fucked up a lot of things, I know I hurt you, I know you hate me. But do you have to be so cruel?

A loud "AH, harder!" floated through from the direction of Kurt's room, which Carson supposed was his answer. He sighed and slammed his book shut, reaching into his bag for his phone and searching through his contacts before finding what he was looking for and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Sebastian?" he said as soon as the other boy had picked up the phone. "We're on."

Carson planned to head straight for Sebastian's house on Friday afternoon by taking the bus, but as it turned out, Sebastian had other plans. He waited outside the journalism classroom until after Carson and Malerie had finished their Writer's Club meeting, such as it was, and when Carson opened the door to leave, he was already holding out an envelope full of cash to him.

"It's all there," the other boy said as Carson peered inside.

"You must have some huge plans in mind," whistled Carson as he thumbed through the notes. "Jesus, this is more than I usually get in a week."

"Yeah, and if you want to earn all of it, you're going to be on your best behavior," muttered Sebastian as they walked out to the parking lot. "Or at least keep the attitude to a minimum."

"Sorry,the attitude is part of the packaged deal," replied Carson as they reached Sebastian's car and he pulled open the passenger door. "So, I never really got a chance to tell you this before, but your car is actually really fucking awesome. How much does a car like this cost?"

"What does it matter?" asked Sebastian.

"Well, I can't take the bus forever, you know, and I have a lot of money saved up," answered Carson as Sebastian started the engine and began driving. "I want a car of my own. A nice one like this, not a beat up piece of shit. Hey, can I play with the radio?"

"No," said Sebastian, but Carson ignored him, pressing what he assumed must be the button to turn the CD player on. An ear-busting chorus of "IF YOU WANNABE MY LOVER, YOU GOTTA GET WITH MY FRIENDS" filled the car, and Carson busted out cackling.

"The Spice Girls? You listen to the Spice Girls?" he exclaimed, biting his lip and grinning with amusement as Sebastian visibly cringed and turned the stereo back off.

"Are you going to be a little shit the whole time?" asked Sebastian as he focused his eyes on the road.

"Yes, and you knew that when you paid me," replied Carson. "So, what did you have in mind for us? There's a lot of money in that envelope. Are we using handcuffs and toys, or what?"

"I kind of figured that you would let me do what I want to you and not be an ass about it," said Sebastian.

Carson shrugged. "Works for me." He turned and stared out the window, wondering what Kurt and Adam were doing at that moment, and then quickly trying to forget about it.

"You can start by putting those pretty lips to good use right now," Sebastian added, drawing Carson out of his thoughts.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, Carson, I have a dick, and I have a prostitute in the car, and generally speaking, the purpose of a prostitute is to do things that make the dick happy," Sebastian said condescendingly as he turned onto a side road.

Carson balked for a second, debating whether he should bring up the possible safety issues that could be involved with this, and Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Just do it. I have excellent concentration."

"Clearly you don't remember what a blowjob from me is like," muttered Carson, but he dutifully unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over, making himself relatively comfortable before undoing the button of Sebastian's jeans. He worked the pants down far enough so that he could pull Sebastian's half-hard dick out of his underwear, teasing it with feather light touches until it hardened fully in his hand.

"Suck," ordered Sebastian.

"I'm getting there, be fucking patient," retorted Carson as he rooted around in his pocket with one hand. "I'm looking for a condom."

"For a blowjob? Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes, a condom is policy," sighed Carson. "If that's a problem, then…"

"No, fuck it. Get the condom," said Sebastian impatiently. Carson's fingers closed around the package, and he ripped it open with his teeth, sliding it onto the other boy's length expertly before he gave several teasing licks to the engorged head.

"Uuungh," groaned Sebastian. "Fuck. Yeah."

"Keep your eyes on the road," ordered Carson as he gave him a few more pumps with his hand. "I don't want to die with a cock in my mouth." WIth that, he licked a long line from the base of Sebastian's dick to the head, and he circled his tongue around the head for a few seconds before wrapping his lips around it and sucking teasingly. Sebastian moaned in pleasure, and Carson looked up every couple of seconds to make sure he was concentrating on driving. He was not above punching him in the thigh if he took his eyes off the road for even one second.

He used one hand to play with Sebastian's balls while the other caressed his thigh, rubbing slow circles into the skin with his finger while the other boy moaned above him.

"Stop teasing," groaned Sebastian. "Suck it."

Carson rolled his eyes, slowly sinking his mouth down on him until he felt it hit the back of his throat. He kept it there for a couple of seconds before coming up for air, repeating the action several times before establishing a steady rhythm. He felt fingers fisting through his hair as Sebastian bucked up and tried to push him down further onto him, and Carson used both hands to push his hips down, preventing him from bucking them up any more. He kept bobbing his head up and down as Sebastian moaned and writhed, his driving skills staying surprisingly steady despite what was going on down south.

When they finally had to stop at a red light, Carson decided to step it up a bit. He used a hand to stroke in time with his bobbing, letting his other hand lightly tease Sebastian's balls, and soon enough, after one last, hard suck, he felt the length in his mouth pulse and shoot into the condom as Sebastian let out a long, loud groan.

Carson pulled off and gingerly removed the condom, tying it up and placing it carefully in the car's cupholder as he reached into his bag for a breath mint.

"Did you seriously just put that in the fucking cup holder?" asked Sebastian through his gasps for breath.

"Where would you have liked me to put it? The glove compartment?" asked Carson as he sucked on his mint.

"What if it leaks?"

"Not my car, not my problem."

"Throw it out the window!"

"Yes, Sebastian, I'm sure the car behind us will be ever so grateful for our generosity in the form of a full condom hitting their windshield."

"Ugh. Never mind, we're almost home."

When at last they reached Sebastian's house and pushed open the front door, Sebastian didn't even give him a moment's notice before he was dragging him up the stairs and into his bedroom, pressing him up against the wall as he slammed the door shut and started pawing at Carson's clothes.

"Someone's super eager… mmph." Carson's words were cut off by lips enveloping his own, the kiss only interrupted for a second so that Sebastian could pull his T-shirt over his head and toss it behind him. "Fuck's sake, you just came like fifteen minutes ago. Not even a minute of small talk about the weather?"

"You aren't here for a social visit, you're here to do your job," said Sebastian, locking his lips onto Carson's again and working his way down his neck and chest. He briefly caught each nipple between his teeth before continuing down his abs with his tongue. Carson groaned as Sebastian slid to his knees and reached for the button of his jeans. His dick was filling with blood so fast he was getting lightheaded.

"By the way," Sebastian said as he pushed Carson's pants down and wrapped his hand around him, drawing him out of his boxers and walking backwards toward the bed, "There's no one home, so you had better moan for me." He sunk his mouth down, not bothering with a condom, and Carson wailed, falling onto the bed with a plop as he felt himself sinking all the way into Sebastian's throat. He let his legs fall open as Sebastian's head bobbed between them. The other boy pulled almost all the way off and twisted his tongue in a filthy and probably illegal way around the head of his erection, and Carson let out a gasp of disappointment when the heat was suddenly gone and Sebastian was standing up, leering down at him as he unbuttoned his own pants.

"What the fuck?" Carson exclaimed in frustration.

"This is more about my pleasure than yours," replied Sebastian smoothly, giving him a mischievous grin as he peeled his shirt off and retrieved a lube bottle and a box of condoms from his dresser drawer. "For this first round, at least."

"Asshole."

"Well, yeah, precisely," said Sebastian, raising Carson's legs and uncapping the lube bottle, spreading some of it onto his fingers. Carson's unsatisfied and neglected dick bobbed painfully against his stomach as he felt Sebastian's fingers slowly working him open, scissoring and stretching him in preparation of what was coming next. He moaned and reached one hand down, attempting to wrap it around his own dick to at least take some of the edge off, but Sebastian slapped his hand away.

"Nope. You come when I say you do. My money, my rules," he said cheerfully, and Carson glared at him as well as he could, considering that his fingers were dangerously close to finding his prostate.

"Are you fucking kidding m- oh god," Carson moaned, white hot pleasure short circuiting his brain as Sebastian pressed repeatedly against the magic spot. He gave a loud, long, frustrated groan when Sebastian removed his fingers and started to open a condom, deliberately taking his sweet time. Or so it seemed to Carson, anyway.

"You are an unbelievable bastard, anyone ever tell you that?" he asked grumpily as Sebastian finished putting the condom on and lubing himself up.

"Several people have told me that, yes. Turn over."

"What?"

"Do you need written instructions? Turn over," Sebastian repeated, grabbing him and flipping him over onto his stomach before Carson could even come up with a reply. He felt his legs being opened and the blunt head of Sebastian's dick poking at him, and then it was sliding in, and Carson muffled his cry into a pillow before Sebastian lifted his head up with one hand.

"No. I wanna hear you," he said, draping himself over Carson's body and placing his hands on his wrists, pinning him down as he began to thrust in. He rocked in slowly at first, teasing Carson with short thrusts, but he slowly began to pick up the pace as Carson whimpered and moaned beneath him. It was sort of hot in its own way, being completely overpowered like this, unable to do anything as Sebastian just took what he wanted from him. He felt lips on the back of his neck, hot kisses heating up the skin as Sebastian pounded into him and Carson increased the volume of his moaning, trying his best to give his client what he was paying for. His dick rubbed almost painfully against the sheets beneath him, giving him some friction but not nearly the amount he needed. He tried to rut more into them, but he barely had any control over his body as Sebastian kept up his pace, his hips snapping against his ass as he continued sucking greedily at Carson's skin.

Carson closed his eyes and almost involuntarily started imagining Kurt behind him, Kurt holding him down and thrusting into him, Kurt's lips on him, and the image slowly began to to get him there despite the woeful lack of stimulation to his cock. Just a little bit more…

Without any warning, Sebastian pulled out and flipped him over onto his back, inserting himself back in and increasing his pace beyond even what it was before, fucking him so hard that the headboard is actually fucking moving, and Carson wondered how much pressure the wall could take before there's a hole in it. Sebastian's head leaned down and caught the lobe of Carson's ear between his teeth, causing electricity to course through his veins.

"Ugh… fuck… so fucking good," Sebastian babbled, grabbing at Carson's hips and bending him in half, stilling and coming after several more hard, rough thrusts. He wrapped his hand around Carson's throbbing dick, and the rush of finally, finally having some stimulation caused Carson to scream and come almost instantly, painting Sebastian's chest white as he arched his back and then flopped backwards onto the pillows, his heart beating like a jackhammer and his vision blurry.

He could have sworn that he heard Sebastian mumble "Kurt" into his ear as he collapsed on top of him and came down from his orgasm, but then again, that could have just been himself he was hearing.