Jesse's lips were on his own, pressing a heated kiss to them as his hands found Kurt's zipper, skillfully freeing his growing erection from the tight jeans with a certain grace Kurt hadn't expected out of him. Kurt gasped when he felt a warm hand on his dick, but Jesse's lips silenced the sound as he kissed him messily.

"Mmmph," he groaned as Jesse pulled away from his lips and started kissing his way down his neck and chest, stopping at his nipples to suck and bite for a minute. He looked up at Kurt with a mischievous smile when Kurt moaned loudly at the action.

"Suitably sensitive nipples," he remarked, as if he were delivering a critique. "Very nice." He worked his lips down further until they reached the spot where Kurt's hip met his thigh, where he sucked at the skin hard enough to make Kurt shout and writhe around on the too-small dorm bed in pleasure.

"More," Kurt moaned breathlessly.

"Patience," Jesse admonished him, his breath hot against Kurt's skin. "You can't just rush these things, you know. The perfect performance takes a lot of time, care, crafting…."

"I don't have that kind of time," Kurt snapped at him. "So if you want this to go far enough for a big finish, I suggest you get your mouth on my cock as soon as possible." Wow. Where had THAT come from?

"Impatient and bossy," remarked Jesse, shaking his head. "That's not going to serve you well in the long run, although I do admire your candor…."

"Lips. Cock. Now." Kurt ordered him, feeling more free than he had in a very long time. He did love being dominated by Carson in bed, but sometimes it was nice to feel like he had the reins completely in his control. And Jesse had such nice lips, he really wanted to feel them on his-

"Whoa," he blurted out in surprise as he suddenly felt a warm mouth completely enveloping his erection.

"Nice, long dick," said Jesse as he popped off and gave Kurt a cocky smile. "A bit thick for my taste, but luckily I've had extensive enough training to-"

"Are you serious right now?" said Kurt with exasperation. "Do you always talk this much during blowjobs, or….."

"Well, I think that guys usually find it helpful if I give them a few notes about their positive qualities while also pointing out ways in which they could be improved," said Jesse.

Kurt blinked at him. "First of all, I guarantee you they found it annoying and not helpful in the least, and if they told you otherwise, they were lying their asses off in order to get laid. And secondly, there's nothing I can do about the thickness of my dick, so either suck it or shut up."

"Fine," Jesse conceded, getting his lips back on Kurt obediently. He sucked him eagerly and expertly, his tongue tracing the delicate veins every so often before he stopped to suck delicately on the head. It almost felt like a technique he'd practiced over and over again to get it just right, which, Kurt realized, he probably had.

"Ok, stop," Kurt commanded after a few minutes of that. "I don't want this to finish early when we haven't even gotten to the main event yet."

Jesse pulled off again, his eyes sparkling wickedly as he looked up at Kurt. "Great," he said eagerly. He caressed Kurt's cheek, pulling him in for another kiss, and even though it felt nice, it also felt wrong. This was supposed to be just a quick hookup, after all. No kissing, just doing it and getting it over with so he could tell Carson he had.

"Mmph… come on, let's keep moving," Kurt said, pulling away from the kiss.

"Not much for kissing. Ok," Jesse noted as he reached around Kurt for the drawer of his night table. "I can work with that." He retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube from the drawer and closed it, climbing on top of Kurt's nude body. Kurt threw his head back at the contact, the sensation of skin against skin slightly overwhelming as Jesse's erection slid against his, sending shivers down his spine.

"You really are a beautiful specimen," Jesse remarked as his eyes roamed over the pale expanse of Kurt's chest, his eyes lighting up appreciatively. "That right there gives you, like, a hundred free points."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, will you shut up?" he groaned. "I came here to fuck, so let's fuck."

"You're really gonna have to work on that bossiness," said Jesse, shaking his head as he popped open the lube bottle, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. He leaned in, as if he were going for a kiss, before he caught himself and planted his lips on Kurt's neck instead, slowly edging one finger inside of him as Kurt gasped at the intrusion.

"This might hurt a bit," Jesse murmured into his skin, and Kurt was too busy enjoying the feel of lips on his neck to tell him to fuck off. The other boy pushed a second finger inside, stretching him out as he pushed deeper and deeper, until…

"AAAAH," Kurt screamed, arching his back as Jesse's fingers found his prostate and pressed down hard.

"Ah, found it," Jesse said triumphantly, brushing over the spot again and again as Kurt fucked himself down on his fingers.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, oh my god," Kurt babbled, burying his face in Jesse's neck as the other boy worked him over. "More, please…. god, more."

"Ok, ok," Jesse conceded, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the condom. Kurt watched him slide it on with eager eyes. Jesse did have a really nice dick, and he had to admit to himself that the anticipation of having it inside of him was starting to build just a little bit.

"On your knees," Jesse said suddenly, giving Kurt a thoughtful look, as if he were mentally considering all possible positions before deciding on one. Kurt readily obeyed, turning over and raising his ass in the air for Jesse to work with. He felt hands on his waist, trailing down to his ass and cupping the cheeks gently, almost reverently.

"Anyone ever tell you your ass is basically perfection?" asked Jesse.

"Many times, actually," said Kurt. "I'm well aware of its awesomeness. You gonna fuck it or what?"

"Yes, yes," said Jesse. Kurt suddenly felt Jesse's cock pressing against him, teasing his hole as his heart pounded in his chest in anticipation.

"I'm not sure I stretched you enough," said Jesse thoughtfully.

"Ugh, seriously?" muttered Kurt. "Honey, I've gotten a good look at your cock. You're average, at best. I can take you."

"Insults. Charming," said Jesse in an amused tone. "Is this how you always sweet talk your potential lovers?"

Kurt sighed. "Fine. Your dick is above average. Happy?"

"Happiness is such a subjective construct…"

"Oh my god, FUCK ME already!"

And then the head of Jesse's cock was pressing in, pushing at his entrance until it had breached the ring of muscle. It felt incredible, and Kurt bit his lip, bracing himself with his hands clutching tightly at a pillow as Jesse continued to fill him.

"Tight," said Jesse approvingly, once he was all the way inside and giving Kurt time to adjust. "Nice. Or maybe I'm just big."

"Pretty sure I'm just tight," muttered Kurt.

"You know, normally I'd be pretty pissed if a guy was being this rude, but you're incredibly beautiful and can probably kick my ass, so I'm gonna let that comment slide," said Jesse casually, his hands running softly all over Kurt's waist and back, as if he were worshiping the skin there. "Ok, like, do you use some kind of magic potion on your skin? Because it's almost supernaturally soft."

"Not on my ass," Kurt said exasperatedly. "I just kind of.. oof," he groaned out as Jesse started to move…..

"Kurt."

"Huh?" Kurt sputtered, his brain jarred back to reality by the sound of Carson's annoyed voice echoing like a foghorn in the mist. "What? I wasn't thinking of anything. What?"

Carson gave him a confused look from across the table. "Ooookay. Whatever. I've been asking you to pass me the butter for like five minutes, so do you think you could jerk yourself out of whatever daydream you're having about a sale at the mall and, you know…. pass me the butter?"

Kurt shoved the butter at him, still half engrossed in his own thoughts as he blankly watched his twin spread some onto a piece of toast. He'd been having this problem an awful lot ever since he and Carson had returned from their university tour trip. Subconsciously, he knew that he shouldn't feel guilty at all about hooking up with Jesse on the tour, but he couldn't help it. It was like a flashing neon sign in his brain that said "GUILTY" in letters as tall as a skyscraper. What kind of person was he, anyway? Hooking up with some random when he was still trying to get completely back into Carson's good graces.

The kind of person whose brother TOLD him to hook up with a random, that's who, he kept reminding himself. Not that it ever did him much good. Why the hell should I feel guilty? Hmm? Why should I waste my energy feeling guilty over one little hookup, when Carson has slept with way more guys than I ever have? I'm sure he found some ripped, hot thing at his uni tour, probably named something like Eric, or, like….. Jayden or something. If he even found out his name at all. And he probably had hours of carefree, guilt free sex and doesn't give half a fuck what I did with Jesse. So why do I feel guilty?

"I don't feel guilty!" he exclaimed, only realizing that he'd done it out loud when Carson gave him a curious look, his toast frozen in mid-air, halfway to his mouth.

"Good to know?" said Carson, confused. "Are you feeling ok? Is the butt plug too painful?" Kurt had almost forgotten he even had a butt plug in. It was Carson's latest kinky idea, and he was meant to wear it to school that day while his twin held the remote and, theoretically, could choose to set it off whenever he pleased. Which turned Kurt on like he couldn't believe, but also probably wasn't helping to quell the constant guilty flashbacks to his first Roehampton mistake.

Look at him. Stupid Carson. All carefree and not giving a shit about my inner turmoil. Thinking he's so hot even though he totally is.

"I don't feel guilty," Kurt repeated, still feeling pissed over his imagined version of Carson's university visit as he stood up with his plate. "And I hope Jayden had a microscopic dick!" he added, placing the plate in the sink with a huff as he stalked off to his bedroom (as well as he could, anyway, since the plug made walking a tiny bit awkward) to get his schoolbag, leaving Carson still at the table, looking extremely befuddled.

"Who the fuck is Jayden?" he heard his twin whisper to himself as he breezed past him. He closed his bedroom door behind him when he entered the room, leaning against it for a moment to collect himself.

You have to stop this, Kurt. There's no reason to feel so conflicted about one hookup. It's not like Carson doesn't know it happened. He doesn't even care. Get a fucking grip.

Besides, if you don't stop acting like a freak, he'll never let you live with him.

"Kurt, we're gonna be late!" he heard Carson call from the kitchen. "Move your perfectly round ass, or I'm leaving without you!"

"I'm coming!" Kurt replied with a sigh, grabbing his bag and heading back out to the kitchen, where Carson fixed him with a cautious look.

"Ok, just out of curiosity, have you been dipping into my weed stash?" asked Carson, grabbing his own bag and shutting off the lights in the kitchen.

"No," said Kurt firmly.

"You sure? 'Cause you've kind of been acting like a spacy freak the past couple of days," Carson pressed as they exited the flat and walked down the hall. "I mean, I wouldn't be mad or anything, but that stuff is the reeeeeally powerful good shit, so just know that it will fuck you up really good and you should probably adjust your dosage."

"I haven't been taking your stupid pot," Kurt snapped as they got into the elevator. "I just…. have a lot on my mind."

"And in your ass, at the moment," said Carson with a cheeky grin, taking the tiny remote out of his pocket and pressing the button for the lowest setting, causing Kurt to gasp and steady himself by bracing one hand against the wall.

"Shut up!" he gasped. "And turn this thing off so I can at least make it to the car without falling apart, you dick."

"Ok, then," said Carson with a smile as he turned the plug off.

"So, on a completely unrelated topic, I found a couple of London flat listings online last night," said Kurt, swiftly changing the subject as Carson groaned and sighed heavily.

"For fuck's sake, Kurt, can we go, like, one day without you bringing up flat listings?" he said, the weariness and exasperation clearly evident in his voice. "Peace and quiet is what I'm looking forward to the most when we move to London. Because I'll be living alone. And you'll be living in a perfectly lovely dorm. I will get you a nice, economy sized can of air freshener for your birthday, and that will cover you in case your roommate smells like stale Doritos. See? I'm awesome and thought of everything."

Kurt just slumped against the elevator wall, in absolutely no mood to fight anymore at the moment. "Whatever. But you know you would miss me being around to giving you educational slideshows about all the STDs you could be catching."

"You can email them to me," said Carson cheerfully as the doors opened and they stepped off the elevator in unison and headed out the door and into the parking garage.

"You'd hate living alone and you know it," retorted Kurt as they reached Carson's car and got in.

"Oh, you're so right!" said Carson sarcastically. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to do this," he added, pressing a button on the remote and making Kurt bite his lip to hold back a moan.

"You're such an asshole."

"I know. I own that. I'm gonna have so much fun with this thing at school today."

"Oh, god."

"Yeah, that's exactly what you're gonna be screaming," said Carson cheerfully. Thankfully, he turned it off for the duration of the ride to school, but Kurt knew he was fucked the second they pulled into the parking lot and saw Sebastian hanging out, waiting for them with Santana in tow.

There's no way he isn't going to embarrass the fuck out of me in front of them.

True to Kurt's expectations, Carson kept one hand in his pocket as soon as they'd gotten out of the car, while Kurt sighed heavily and waited for the blow to come.

"Kurt, we have a glee club meeting before school," Sebastian informed him. "An emergency one. Something to do with saltwater taffy."

"What the fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Kurt said, the last word drawn out by the sudden onset of vibrations deep in his ass. He barely managed not to trip over his own legs as he struggled to remain upright and calm. "Ahem. What the fuck?" he tried again.

"Hell if we know," said Santana, rolling her eyes. "I'm pretty sure Mr. Schue isn't even qualified to teach remedial kindergarten, so honestly, this meeting could be about any fucking thing."

"True…. oooof," Kurt groaned as Carson increased the vibrations' intensity, his face as innocent as a dove.

"Or maybe we have yet another new theme for the next competition," added Sebastian. "God forbid we have one theme the whole time and stick with it."

Carson increased the intensity again without waiting for Kurt to try talking this time. It made Kurt gasp out loud and lose his footing, stumbling into Carson's waiting arms as his twin grinned wickedly.

"Kurtsie, you should learn to be more careful," he said innocently as Sebastian narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously.

"I'm going to kill you," Kurt muttered through gritted teeth.

"Phillips, do you have a butt plug up your ass?" asked Santana, cocking her head to the side thoughtfully.

"No."

"Oh my god, you totally do!" she exclaimed as Sebastian suddenly looked extremely uncomfortable. "Jesus. That's wanky."

"Kill. You." Kurt muttered again as Carson just grinned.

Carson walked down the familiar hallway toward his grandmother's room, carefully patting his pocket to make sure that Kurt's butt plug remote was still safely secured there. His twin had been instructed not to remove it until Carson had gotten home and told him he could, and Carson wanted to make damn sure he didn't misplace the controller in the meantime. He'd had several close calls during school already.

And he was definitely going to need a session with Kurt later, because he needed a distraction from a decision he was having a hard time making. He'd gotten a call during lunch from a semi-regular client, an older gentleman who had never been shy about throwing his money around and always said Carson was well worth the price. He'd invited Carson to spend a few days with him on some island off the coast, and even though Carson wasn't sure if he really needed to be taking any time off school right now, he wondered if maybe a few days away wouldn't help him gain some perspective when it came to his feelings for Kurt. Maybe a little time apart would do them both some good.

Kurt would hate it, though.

Well. If he knew about it. Who says he has to know where you're going? It's not like you haven't disappeared overnight before, he'd probably figure you were working, anyway.

Ugh, I'll decide later.

He gently eased Grandma's door open, peeking cautiously inside so as not to startle her. She was sitting up in bed, working on some knitting project or another, while the television across from her blared a rerun of The Weakest Link. She looked over at him and smiled, which Carson took as an invitation to go ahead and fully enter the room, taking his usual spot in the chair beside her bed.

"Hi, Grandma," he said cheerfully.

"Do you work here?" she asked him, her eyes trained on her knitting.

"I… uh… no," said Carson with a sigh. "I'm afraid I don't."

Grandma shrugged. "You just look an awful lot like my grandson," she said.

"I do?" said Carson, pretending he hadn't heard those same painful words a million times before.

"Yes."

"I'm knitting this for him," she added, indicating her mess of a knitting project.

Carson smiled. "What is it?"

She looked down at it for a moment, confusion clouding her face. "A scarf blanket," she declared finally.

Carson looked at her for a long few minutes, silently contemplating the best way to go about what he wanted to say. "Um… I know your grandson," he said at last, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction.

"Oh! How is he?" Grandma asked.

"He's been accepted into university, actually," said Carson with a grin. "Both of them, actually. Carson and Kurt."

Grandma frowned. "Oh, they're too young for that," she said dismissively, shaking her head. "Much too young yet."

Carson bit his lip. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "But…. wouldn't it be so exciting if they were? If they were going to move to London and have a nice place to live and attend nice colleges?"

Grandma nodded. "They will, when they're older. I do hope they stay together. Carson needs Kurt so much."

Carson swallowed a lump in his throat. You don't know the half of it, Grandma.

"They'd miss you a whole lot, though," Carson said with shaky breath. "Not being able to visit much, and all. And… I guess Carson might feel a little guilty. Like he was abandoning you."

Grandma looked at him carefully. "Well, that's just not true," she said with a shake of her head. "He wouldn't be abandoning anyone. He'd be doing what he's been destined to do his whole life. He shouldn't feel guilty about that. And I won't want him too."

Carson discreetly wiped away a tear that had managed to escape down his cheek. "Really?"

Grandma ignored him, but that was ok. He'd gotten the answer he needed to hear. He still felt like shit about moving so far away from her, but at least he knew how she would feel about it. If she had any idea who he was, that is.

He stayed a while longer, listening to her tell stories and soaking up every word to store in his permanent memory bank for when he would no longer have the opportunity to hear them so often. He only left when a nurse came in and gently told him visiting hours were over.

"I'll see you soon, Grandma. Ok?" he said, and counted it as a bonus that he managed to get a swift nod in return. That was more than he usually got.

He wandered out of the building and down the street, paying little attention to his surroundings. If he had, he would have noticed that his father and April, Max in tow, were heading in his direction and would have avoided them. Unfortunately, by the time he noticed them, it was too late. The three of them just stopped in their tracks, staring at each other for an uncomfortable moment or two while Max sat in his stroller, calmly chewing on a handful of fish-shaped cheese crackers and blissfully oblivious to the awkward scene unfolding between his parents and brother.

"Hi, Carson!" said April cheerfully, trying her best to break the tension while Carson gave her a tight smile and Neal apparently tried to pretend he didn't know him.

"Awson," babbled Max from his stroller, reaching out to offer Carson a cracker. Carson smiled at him and accepted it, stopping himself just in time from blurting out "You finally said my name!" He was pretty sure that, as far as Neal knew, he and Max didn't yet know each other, and he didn't want to end up getting April in trouble.

"Hi," said Carson awkwardly.

"So, I, um… haven't seen you in a while," said April. "How are things? Anything new?" she asked, clearly for Neal's benefit, since she already knew anything noteworthy there was to know.

"Not much," said Carson with a shrug.

"Well, you're graduating soon, I bet," April tried again, positive to a fault. "Any plans for afterwards?"

Carson sighed inwardly. "I've been accepted to City University," he said. "In London."

"Wow!" exclaimed April. "That's exciting. Isn't that exciting, Neal?" she asked pointedly, elbowing Neal in the side, his only reaction to which was to shoot her a glare.

"Yeah, I don't think Neal cares, April," said Carson succinctly. "I mean, he never cared about anything in my life before, I wouldn't expect him to care now that I've been accepted to university through my own hard work and nothing else. No support whatsoever from parents or nothing."

The deafening silence between all three was uncomfortable as hell, and Carson shot April what he hoped was an apologetic look that said clearly he wasn't aiming any vitriol at her. "Anyway," he continued, "I should go. I have to meet Kurt for… stuff." He cast a glance down at Max and smiled at April. "Cute baby," he added, before breezing past them and hurrying toward the spot where his car was parked as fast as possible. He suddenly couldn't wait to get home and forget this entire encounter via a pleasant romp in the sheets with Kurt. He fucking needed one.

He took the remote out of his pocket as soon as he'd entered the elevator, his finger on the button, ready to press as soon as he was within range. He paused outside the flat door for a minute, pressing his ear against it to try to determine where Kurt was. He heard the faint sound of the TV set droning on from the living room. Perfect.

He pressed the button for the second highest setting and let a few seconds go by, the better to fill Kurt with anticipation, before he opened the door and flung his bag on the floor.

"I'm home," he announced unnecessarily, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Kurt stretched out on the couch, breathing heavily as his cheeks flushed from the toy in his ass.

"Jesus, Carson," he stammered as Carson marched over to him and pulled him in for a desperate kiss, his hands roaming everywhere they could reach while Kurt moaned into it.

"Eager much?" he asked when they had pulled away from the kiss, his face red as a beet and his lips swollen, which made Carson's already interested dick throb harder.

"Were you a good boy?" asked Carson, taking Kurt's hand and leading him into the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed. "You kept the toy in like I asked?"

"Of course I did," Kurt groaned as Carson climbed on top of him, undressing him quickly in between deep, hungry kisses. They wasted no time, Carson removing the toy and replacing it with his dick as quickly as was humanly possible, their bodies meshing together in a delightful tangle of limbs and lips and fevered moans. And when it was over and Kurt was panting heavily as he rested his head on Carson's chest, it hit Carson, not for the first time, how much he really was falling in love with Kurt. And how much it scared him.

He waited until Kurt had gotten up to go to the bathroom before he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket. He sighed before scrolling through his contacts, finding the name he was looking for, and pressing the button.

"Hi," he said when the guy had picked up the phone. "So, about that island…"

Sebastian sat slumped in his chair at the kitchen table, absentmindedly pushing his fork around a plate of leftover pasta with one hand while resting his chin in the other. Bored may not have been the most accurate word in the world to describe the mood he was in, but it was certainly close enough. He never seemed to know what to do with himself these days, now that his arrangement with Carson had been effectively squashed. Now that Sebastian had managed to patch up his friendship with Kurt, there was absolutely no fucking way he was going to risk losing it again by screwing around with Carson anymore. He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed being close to Kurt until he'd had to go so long with the other boy being mad at him.

Never. Again.

Now, however, he was almost always faced with the reality of having nothing to do with his time on the weekends. His sessions with Carson had always taken up a lot of that time, and now he was consistently faced with hours upon hours of boredom. Sure, he could have gone out to clubs or whatever, picked up a few hookups, tried to get back into his old ways. Except, he wasn't quite sure now that he really wanted his old ways to stay his ways. Coming to terms with his feelings had a certain way of making him look back on most of his past behavior with a disgusted grimace.

Honestly, who the fuck am I even anymore?

He shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth and chewed it dully, barely tasting it as he pondered spending the rest of his weekend in front of the TV with a bag of chips. Maybe Kurt would want to come over later, if he asked him nicely. Well, not too nicely. He had to maintain his normal, cocky image so Kurt wouldn't think he was a freak, or-

RIIIIIING

The sound of his phone ringing jarred him out of his thoughts, almost making him choke on his food as Kurt's smiling face filled the caller identification screen.

"Hello?" he blurted out eagerly as he answered the phone, groaning inwardly as he realized his mouth was still full and he probably sounded like an idiot.

"Sebastian? It's Kurt," Kurt's voice said from the other end, and Sebastian's stomach did a momentary flip before it dawned on him that Kurt sounded a little…. odd.

"Hi," Sebastian replied, wondering if he should ask what was up or if he should mind his own business or what.

"Hi," Kurt said, his voice sounding tiny and far away, as he were extremely preoccupied. "Um… I know this is a long shot, and I promise not to get mad, but I just…. I have to know. Is Carson with you?"

"What?" Sebastian blurted out, blinking in confusion as he tried to make sense of Kurt's question. "No. Why?"

He heard a disappointed sigh from the other end of the phone. "Kurt?" he pressed gently. "Is something wrong?"

There was silence from Kurt for a minute, and Sebastian actually had to check to make sure they hadn't been disconnected. "Kurt?"

Kurt sighed heavily. "Ok, Carson's been gone for like three days, and, I don't know, I thought he was probably… you know. With a guy. But it's been days, Sebastian. Days. He's never gone this long, never longer than overnight, and I just….. I don't know if he's hurt, or…. I mean, I don't even know where he might be to start looking, and he isn't answering his phone, or it's not in service, I don't know, it just goes right to the voicemail, so…"

"Kurt… Kurt, slow down," Sebastian said soothingly, dropping his fork onto his plate and standing up to pace as he talked into the phone. "First of all, when was the last time you saw him?"

"Uh, a few mornings ago," replied Kurt, clearly trying to stem the obvious panic in his voice, but failing miserably. "I came home from school and he wasn't home. And he wasn't there when I woke up the next morning, and I thought that maybe he'd just left really early for something newspaper related, but I didn't see him all day. And today he's still not home, and it's getting so late, and… Sebastian, what if something's happened to him?" he asked, his voice cracking in a way that told Sebastian he was near tears, if not already crying. "What if he met up with some guy and…. and…"

"Hey, I'm sure he's fine," Sebastian soothed, even as he thought dark, murderous thoughts about Carson. Goddammit, Carson. You'd better be injured or dead, because if you aren't, I'm going to kill you for making Kurt panic like this. "You know how he is. Never considerate to anyone."

"But he knows I'd worry," Kurt protested. "He knows that!"

"I know," sighed Sebastian. "Do you want me to do anything? Help you look for him, or…"

"I've already looked in all his usual hangouts," Kurt interrupted miserably. "Clubs, Grandma's, the pharmacy….. he could literally be anywhere. And he knows I don't like being in the flat alone at night."

Sebastian glanced out of the window, noting that the sky was beginning to darken as the street lights came on. He hated thinking of Kurt all alone in that flat, panicking over where Carson was, with no one to comfort him or assure him everything was fine.

"I'm coming over," he declared, rushing into the front hall to grab his jacket.

"No, Sebastian, you don't have to…"

"Kurt, I'm coming over," Sebastian insisted, flying out the front door and into his car in record time. "You shouldn't have to be by yourself right now, and I don't know, maybe I can help you. Somehow. Just, um… keep trying to call him, ok? I'll be there soon."

"Ok," Kurt conceded, even though he still sounded lost and unsure. Sebastian hung up the phone and drove straight to Kurt and Carson's building, alternating between being pissed at Carson and wondering if something actually had happened to him. Something that could have been prevented if he'd just kept on keeping him occupied on the weekends. They didn't have to have sex, he could have found something else for him to do, and…

Ugh, Sebastian, stop that. You aren't Carson's keeper. He's responsible for his own mistakes.

But that doesn't mean I want him hurt.

Especially because he means the world to Kurt.

He reached the apartment building and parked quickly, rushing through the lobby and into the elevator as fast as possible, jamming his finger on the button for the correct floor. When the doors finally opened, he practically ran down the hall and knocked firmly on the flat door, which Kurt answered almost immediately, looking like he hadn't slept in days. He wasn't even wearing his usual clothes, just sweatpants and a tight T-shirt. A very tight T-shirt.

Seriously? Now's not the time, Sebastian, get a hold of yourself.

"Any luck?" he asked as he let himself into the flat and hung his jacket on a nearby chair.

"Nope," Kurt answered, biting his lip as he waved his phone around in his hand and flopped down on the living room couch. "Still not answering calls or texts. It's like he just disappeared into thin air. I'm really worried, Sebastian."

Sebastian sat down beside him, cautiously taking one of Kurt's trembling hands and patting it gently. "Hey," he said softly, trying to sound as calm as possible. "Like I said before, Carson's an inconsiderate… um…. jerk more often than not, right?"

Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. "He can be."

"RIght," said Sebastian. "And, more importantly, he's tough. You know that. If anyone were to screw with him, he'd be more than capable of kicking their ass. You've seen him do it before."

"But what if it isn't just one person?" Kurt asked, fearful tears shining in his eyes. "What happens if he meets up with what he thinks is one guy, and turns out to be five? All of them bigger and stronger than him? What then? What if that's happened already and that's why he isn't home? What if he never comes home and I never see him again?"

The hand Sebastian was holding began to shake more violently, and Sebastian stroked a thumb across it, wishing with all his heart that he had some way of making this better for Kurt. He knew Kurt was right, though. With the sort of lifestyle Carson led, the odds that something bad would happen to him eventually were higher than most people's. Either his luck had finally run out or he was just being a selfish dick, but either way, Sebastian didn't like the effect it was having on Kurt.

"I'm sorry," said Kurt in a tiny voice, and Sebastian looked at him in confusion.

"For what?"

"For dragging you into this," replied Kurt with a shrug. "I mean, I know this isn't really your problem, and I wasn't going to call you in the first place. I was actually going to phone the police and ask about filing a missing person report, but that felt a little too real, and I thought that maybe…."

"Kurt, please don't apologize," said Sebastian, gingerly putting one arm around Kurt's shoulders and patting him softly. "You're my…. friend. It's not a bother at all. When you need me, I'm here for you. Ok?"

Kurt sniffed and nodded, resting his head on Sebastian's shoulder, which caught him slightly by surprise. He was sure it wasn't at all appropriate for his heart to start beating like a rabbit's right now, not when Kurt was in such distress.

"You're a good friend, Seb," said Kurt with a yawn, his hands turning his phone over and over nervously.

"...Thanks," said Sebastian awkwardly, still trying not to enjoy how close Kurt's body was to his own. Kurt grabbed the remote and turned the television on, aimlessly flipping through the channels without stopping on anything for very long, all while snuggled up close to Sebastian's shoulder like a little baby bird in a nest. Under different circumstances, Sebastian would have been savoring every moment, committing them to memory so he could bask in them later. But, now was the most inopportune time for that.

It seemed like they sat there for hours, not saying much of anything as they both watched Kurt's phone for any sign of life, but none came. Eventually, they ended up shifting on the sofa into a much more comfortable position, Sebastian stretched out on it the long way while Kurt cuddled close, using his chest as a makeshift pillow as he drifted off. Sebastian knew he was most likely just being used as a poor substitute for Carson, but he was grateful that at least Kurt was soon fast asleep, his brain being granted a much needed rest from the constant exhaustion of worrying about his twin.

Jesus Christ, Carson. I like you, I promise….. most of the time, anyway…. ok, SOME of the time….. occasionally….. but you are the most ungrateful dillhole I've ever met. You have this angel just waiting for the chance to be yours exclusively, and you routinely throw it away. What the fuck.

Please be ok, though? Please? If for no other reason than it would destroy Kurt if you aren't. Just…. don't be dead. Ok? Please call him so he can stop worrying.

And besides, I'd feel guilty as hell if something happened to you. You're a huge asshole, but you don't deserve that. I know you're really fucked up from the way you were raised, which isn't your fault, so, I mean, I do have sympathy for you. I wouldn't want anything horrible to happen to you, and I really hope it hasn't already.

So, if you're alive, CALL YOUR BROTHER, you son of a bitch.

He must have fallen asleep at some point during his internal monologue to Carson, because the ringing of a cell phone rudely jerking him awake was the next thing he was aware of. Right before he became aware of both the sky outside slowly turning from night to dawn, and Kurt stirring in his arms as he reached clumsily for his phone.

"H… hullomph," Kurt mumbled sleepily into the phone, his body shifting against Sebastian's in a pleasant way that Sebastian was trying not to think of, in the wake of anticipating who was on the other end of the phone.

"Hi, Kurt," he heard Carson's voice say loudly through the speaker in the silent room. Oh, thank god.

"Carson!" Kurt shrieked, leaping out of Sebastian's arms and sitting upright, suddenly very awake and alert. "Carson, oh my god, baby, where the fuck have you been? Are you ok? Are you hurt? Where are you? I'll come get you."

Sebastian couldn't make out exactly what Carson said in reply to that, but whatever it was caused Kurt's face to become more and more of a storm cloud as he listened with rapt attention.

"You mean to tell me you were with a man on a goddamn island all this fucking time?" he exclaimed into the phone, and Sebastian winced, happy that Carson was alive, but knowing this meant Kurt would be severely, scarily pissed. "Do you know how many times I tried to call you? DO YOU?... Well, I don't care if your phone doesn't get service there, you should have found a phone at the hotel and fucking called me so I wouldn't have spent three days thinking you were dead!... don't you fucking tell me to calm down, Carson Phillips! You have no idea how worried I've been. I was going to file a report with the police and everything! And all this time you were with some disgusting stranger…. NO, I don't care if you knew him before… uuuugh, Carson, I could fucking slap you right now, I swear to god… No, I didn't get a text, what fucking text are you…"

Sebastian watched Kurt take the phone away from his ear and flip through it for a moment, presumably for the aforementioned text. His eyes narrowed as he turned the screen so Sebastian could see that it contained a selfie of Carson sitting on a blanket at a beach, a cocktail of some kind planted in one hand.

"Carson, I swear to god….." Kurt continued, placing the phone back up against his ear. "When are you coming home?...I want you to call me the minute your plane lands, do you hear me?...Ok…..ok…..Carson? I love you." A small smile formed at the corners of Kurt's mouth at the tiny "Love you, too," that echoed out of the phone's speaker in response, while Sebastian tried to ignore the twisting it caused in his stomach.

"He said he loves me," Kurt said, the smile still on his face as he finally hung up the phone. "I mean, it was super casual, like, the brother way, but still."

Sebastian cleared his throat. "So, where was he all this time?" he asked, changing the subject.

Kurt's eyes darkened. "Uuuuugh, he was off on some fucking island with one of his clients. With no cell service, apparently. Like it would have been such a goddamn hardship to find a phone at the hotel and call me for two minutes to tell me he's alive. And he has the nerve to tell me that the money was too good to pass up and that I should calm down and that it isn't that big a deal? Fucking hell, I don't know what goes through that guy's brain sometimes, or why I love him in spite of it, but…. ugh, I'm so pissed…. so fucking pissed, but I'm happy he's ok, you know?"

Sebastian gave him a tight smile that he hoped didn't look too much like a grimace. "Well, see now? I told you he was fine," he said, regretting the loss of Kurt's head on his shoulder. "When's he coming home?"

"Late tonight," sighed Kurt dramatically. "I can't fucking believe him."

"Do, um… should I go?" asked Sebastian. "I mean, do you want me to…"

Kurt gave him a careful look. "Actually, I'd really like it if you stayed," he said with a smile. "I have nothing to do all day but wait for Carson to get home in one piece, and I'll be a nervous wreck without any distractions, so…. I mean, if you want, you could stay and keep me company? We could watch movies. And you can keep me from murdering Carson when he gets home."

Sebastian did his best to contain the flips his stomach was doing at the prospect of spending an entire day alone with Kurt. "Sure!" he said casually, clearing his throat and settling back into a comfortable position on the couch. "I mean, since you asked, and all."

Kurt smiled again and sat back down beside him, cuddling close to him once more, although not as close as he'd been when they were sleeping, much to Sebastian's disappointment.

"Where's the remote?" asked Kurt, looking around for it while Sebastian pondered how gorgeous his "just woke up" hair was.

"Uuum…." Sebastian murmured, looking around the couch. "I don't…. which one of us had it last?"

"Oh, there it is," said Kurt, and the next thing Sebastian knew, he had a lap full of warm, wiggling Kurt as the other boy practically climbed on top of him to reach for the remote, which was wedged almost invisibly into the side of Sebastian's end of the couch.

Oh god, do not get hard, do not get hard, do not!

Thankfully, his dick obeyed, although it was almost a close thing as Kurt grabbed the remote and writhed around on his lap for a minute, trying to get back on his own side without falling off. Sebastian's hands automatically reached for his waist when it looked like Kurt was going to slip, and he was so engrossed in the way his hands felt around that perfect, tiny space that he didn't notice that Kurt had stopped moving for a few seconds and was looking down into his face, his ocean-blue eyes dancing with amusement.

"Uum…. Seb?"

"Hmm?"

"You can let go of my waist any time," said Kurt cheekily, and Sebastian felt himself blush as he let go and Kurt scrambled over him, settling into his own side of the couch. He curled his feet up under him and rested his head in Sebastian's lap, which almost caused Sebastian to have a heart attack on the spot.

"You don't mind if I use your lap for a pillow, do you?" asked Kurt, shifting a bit as Sebastian bit back the urge to moan.

"Nope," Sebastian squeaked, clearing his throat as Kurt turned the TV to the on-demand programming channel and started flipping through the various movie options.

"You in the mood for anything in particular?" he asked as he scrolled through title after title.

"Um… no. Not really," said Sebastian, trying to sound casual. "Whatever you pick is fine with me."

"Hmm... " Kurt mused, considering the various options thoughtfully. "How about The Sound of Music?"

"Great," agreed Sebastian, swallowing a lump in his throat as Kurt started the movie and shifted in his lap again. His head was dangerously close to his dick, and Sebastian could tell this was going to be a very long three hours, especially when Kurt started singing along to every musical number, the vibrations of his voice making the chances that Little Sebastian was going to be making a surprise appearance shoot up dramatically.

God, this isn't good, this is NOT good….dead puppies?...Dead kittens?... Fuck… um…

"How do you solve a problem like Mariaaaa…" Kurt sang quietly in his lap, and Sebastian could feel himself losing the battle with his dick.

FUCK… um….ok…. vaginas…. dead vaginas…. Carson wanting to bone my dad…. ok, good, there we go.

Between the constant threat of an impending boner and the fact that he had to stave said boner off by repeatedly imagining his father in all kinds of compromising positions with Carson, it was really a wonder that Sebastian survived the movie at all. Thankfully, though, it finally ended, with a final tally of only a couple of close calls (Kurt had decided to wiggle around during The Lonely Goatherd).

"I don't care what anyone says, this movie is perfection," said Kurt, sitting up on the couch as the end credits rolled and Sebastian breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"I agree," said Sebastian, thankful that there was no longer a threat of Kurt getting an erect surprise in his ear.

"I really should take a shower. I'm gross," added Kurt, standing up and stripping his shirt off, causing Sebastian to almost choke on his own tongue as he averted his eyes and scurried to cover his lap with a pillow, just in case.

"Are you seriously trying not to look?" asked Kurt, his voice full of amusement as his pants joined the shirt and he picked up both with one hand. "Oh my god, that's adorable!"

"I… it's just… I mean… well…" stammered Sebastian, stumbling over the formation of coherent thought.

"Honey, it's ok," Kurt assured him with a chuckle. "In case you forgot, there's nothing here you haven't seen before."

"I, um… I know, I just…" Sebastian babbled.

Kurt laughed. "I'm gonna go shower and change clothes, and then you wanna watch another movie? We can order pizza or something, if you want."

"Sounds good," agreed Sebastian, chancing a peek at Kurt's nearly naked body. That's not gonna help keep the boner at bay, fuck.

"Ok, why don't you order it while I'm in the shower?" Kurt suggested, and Sebastian nodded eagerly, grateful for having a task to focus on.

"Good idea," he said, breathing a sigh of relief as Kurt disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom. Ugh, life, you're cruel.