"Carson!" Kurt shouted as he rummaged through the bathroom cupboards, trying to neatly pack all the last minute things to take with them to their new flat.

"Yeah?" Carson shouted back from the kitchen, where Kurt sincerely hoped he was wrapping the dishes first before he stuck them in the designated box.

"Did you remember to put in the address change with the post?" asked Kurt as he carefully placed two tubs of face cream into a plastic zip bag.

"Yes!"

"And make an appointment with the cable company?" Kurt added.

"Yesss!"

"And tell them we need the water turned on?"

"Oh my god, Kurt, will you relax?" said Carson, his voice coming closer as he made his way into the bathroom to lean against the doorway and give him a concerned look. "I took care of all that. I'm not a complete imbecile, you know."

"I know," Kurt said defensively, blowing a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. "It's just, moving is stressful and I get anxious that we forgot to do something important."

"Ok, well, I already took care of the mail, the cable guy is coming on Monday morning, the water and power is already turned on, the rent is paid up for the month, and you were with me the other day when we dropped off most of our boxes. The little drawer by the bed is even already full of condoms and lube. We're all set. Literally all we have to do today is pack all this last minute shit and lug it over there," said Carson calmly.

"Did you-"

"Wrap the dishes first? Yes," interrupted Carson, clearly reading his twin's mind before Kurt could finish his sentence. "Now please, I beg of you, calm down before you make me nervous."

Kurt took a deep breath, allowing it to be let out slowly as he locked eyes with Carson and smiled. "Ok. Ok, I think I'm good now."

"Good," said Carson, crossing over to him and giving him a quick but warm hug. "Don't fall apart on me, ok?"

"Look at you, being all caring and concerned," said Kurt teasingly as Carson let go of him. "You're in a good mood today. Did you run over a kid with your car or something?"

"Haha, you're really hilarious," said Carson sarcastically. "No, I'm just happy to be leaving this dump heap of a city and finally starting over in a fucking normal place."

"Oh, come on, it hasn't been all that bad, has it?" asked Kurt as he packed a box of bandages.

"Think about that, Kurt," muttered Carson. "Think really, really hard."

"Ok, well, maybe it hasn't exactly been the best, but…"

"It's been hell, Kurt," said Carson. "At least, for me it has. I know it wasn't really the same experience for you, so you can't fully relate, but you know this city has brought me a lot of shit. More than my fair share of shit, in fact. I honestly cannot wait to be rid of it."

Kurt gave him a small smile and a kiss on the cheek before rubbing the spot gently with his thumb. "I know. I do understand. And I'm excited to start this new journey with you."

Carson groaned. "Oh my god, you sound like a greeting card."

Kurt giggled. "You love it."

"I tolerate it."

"Because you secretly love it," Kurt crooned teasingly.

Carson sighed. "Ok, ok, I don't hate it. Happy?"

"A little," said Kurt brightly as he placed the last product from the cupboard into a zipped bag and closed it shut with a flourish. "Now, the question is, do we have a box big enough to fit all these bags?"

"I doubt it, but we have the blue duffel in the closet we haven't used yet," Carson pointed out. "All this shit will probably fit in there."

"Great," replied Kurt, sighing with relief just before a sudden realization made him turn the sigh into a gasp. "Oh no!" he exclaimed, bringing his hand up to his mouth.

"What?" asked Carson, alarmed. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you just realized you have another secret stash of anti-aging potions hidden away somewhere."

"Noooo, I forgot about my dry cleaning," Kurt groaned. "I dropped it off the other day before we went into London to bring the boxes to the flat, and I forgot about it. And they close early today, I don't know if I'll have time to go collect it before we leave. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes."

"That sounds like quite a problem for you," said Carson casually, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Shut up, it is a big problem," grumbled Kurt. "My poor dry cleaning is sitting there, waiting for me to pick it up."

"For fuck's sake, Kurt, it's a few items of clothing, not a puppy," said Carson with an eye roll. "I think it will be fine. We can just have them send it to London later."

"And trust my good clothes with the post?" exclaimed Kurt. "Have you no heart? They're likely to show up damaged, or I'll end up with a box full of diapers or something that got sent by mistake."

"That's a picture," said Carson with a grin. "You in a diaper. Kinky."

"Funny," grumbled Kurt. He fixed Carson with his best pleading expression and pouted his lips out slightly. "Carseeey?"

"Oooh no. Nope, nope, nope, not happening," Carson protested, shaking his head vigorously. "I'm not picking up your clothes."

"Pleeeeease?" Kurt pleaded. "Come on, it's really important."

"No."

"Come oooooon," Kurt begged, pouting his lips more and giving Carson wounded puppy eyes as he worked his way closer to him.

"Oh, don't…. don't do that," Carson groaned as Kurt shifted his pout into maximum overdrive. "Don't give me the pout, you know I don't do well with the pout…. come on, stop."

"Not until you say you'll do me this favor," replied Kurt. "Come oooooon, please?"

Carson looked at him, clearly experiencing an inner turmoil between the desire to stand his ground and be a jerk, and the desire to give in to Kurt's pout. Kurt watched him struggle with himself for a minute before he ultimately rolled his eyes, sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You and your stupid pout. Fine. Fiiine, I'll go get the stuff for you. But just this once," Carson muttered. "Don't expect it to be a habit or anything."

Kurt grinned, satisfied with his victory, and gave Carson a tight hug. "Thank you, Carseeey," he said in a baby voice, his smile growing wider as he felt his twin cautiously returning the hug.

"Yeah, yeah. You're a sorcerer," said Carson.

"I mean it," Kurt insisted, looking into his eyes sincerely. "Thank you." He leaned in, placing his lips over Carson's, and Carson automatically reciprocated the kiss, pressing their lips together firmly but gently.

"Ok, ok, let's not get mushy," Carson said, clearly trying to brush the kiss off as unimportant. "I'm gonna go get your crap, and I'll bring home food so we can eat before we head out. Pizza ok?"

"That's fine, we won't need dishes for that," agreed Kurt with a nod.

"Ok. I'll see you in an hour," said Carson, clearing his throat awkwardly. "No wild parties while I'm gone, now."

"I'm not you, honey," replied Kurt without skipping a beat.

"You sure? That sass you just gave was signature me," quipped Carson.

"I was born with this sass," Kurt insisted. "Now go get the clothes and the food."

"Yes, captain." Carson turned to leave, and Kurt heard him grab his car keys and head out the door, closing it carefully behind him. He headed into the master bedroom, grabbed the blue duffel bag out of the closet, and took it back into the bathroom with him, placing the assortment of plastic bags neatly inside. He carried it out to the bedroom and began placing the remainder of his clothes in a suitcase as he mumbled a song under his breath and wished he knew where his iPod was.

"I'm a slaaaaaave for you," he sang quietly, packing the last of his shirts inside the suitcase, making sure the edges were folded just so, and setting it on the floor as he turned his attention to folding up the sheets from the bed. "I cannot hold it, I cannot control it, I'm a…."

The sound of knocking on the door interrupted him mid-song, and he sighed to himself as he put down the sheet he was trying to fold and headed for the front hallway.

"That was so not an hour. Did you forget your key again?" he called out as he turned the lock and swung the door open. It was not Carson on the other side, however, but Sebastian, who gave him a sheepish grin as Kurt recovered from the surprise.

"Not exactly," said Sebastian in response to Kurt's misdirected question. "I don't have a key to your place, so."

"Smartass," said Kurt with a snort as he held the door open and waved the other boy inside. "I thought you were Carson."

Sebastian made a face. "Ouch."

"You know what I meant," said Kurt playfully, bopping him lightly on the arm with the palm of one hand. "So, did you come to see us off?"

"Kind of, I guess," answered Sebastian with a sad smile. "I thought I'd see if you guys needed any help with packing the rest of your stuff. Plus, I couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye."

"Aaaaaw, you're so sweet," Kurt squealed, giving him a quick hug. "We're actually pretty much packed, though. I was just doing the bedsheets, and that's basically all that's left. Once Carson gets back, we were going to eat really fast and then head out."

Sebastian gave him a long look, his features dragged down by a sullen melancholia that Kurt wasn't used to seeing on him very much. "So I guess this is almost it, then," he said at last, his voice casual, but mixed with a hint of sadness. "I'm not going to see you guys for a long while."

"Yeah," agreed Kurt with a shrug. "But, hey, you won't really have time to miss anyone, you'll be busy traveling. Where do you plan to go first? Paris, right? Or were you going to make some other exotic stop to make me even more jealous of you?"

Sebastian smiled, his face relaxing slightly. "I might save that one, actually. I thought I'd try Italy first, maybe. Or Greece. I don't know."

"Ooooh, Greece," sighed Kurt. "Greece is beautiful. I wish I could go."

"You could, you know," said Sebastian, the cautiously casual tone returning to his voice as he raised an eyebrow at Kurt. "Money isn't a problem, we could just hop a plane right now."

Kurt smiled and let out an amused laugh. "Oh, honey. I'd love that, but you know. Carson and I have school."

"...Carson. Right," said Sebastian absentmindedly as he followed Kurt into the bedroom and watched him resume the folding of the abandoned bedsheet. "Damn school."

"Well, let's not discount that trip altogether," Kurt added quickly. "I mean, there are such things as summers, you know. And holidays."

Sebastian grinned. "A different location every break?"

"Works for me," Kurt smiled back. "Hey, help me with this sheet, will you? Take the other end."

Sebastian followed orders, grabbing one end of the sheet as Kurt held on to the other, the two of them working together to fold it up so that the two ends met before Kurt took over and folded the rest of it neatly.

"Awesome. Now the other one," said Kurt, and they repeated the process, their hands brushing up against each other when the two halves of the sheet met in the middle, causing Sebastian to shiver in spite of himself.

"Sebastian?" asked Kurt, looking at him with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok?"

"Fine," said Sebastian quickly.

"You sure? You look sick."

"No, yeah, I'm totally fine," Sebastian insisted. "Hey," he said brightly, as if to change the subject, his eyes focusing on Kurt's hand. "You have on the bracelet I got you."

"Oh, yeah!" said Kurt, holding up his wrist eagerly in order to show it off. "I thought I'd wear it today for good luck. Think it'll work?"

Sebastian smiled. "I hope so. You deserve all the luck in the world."

"Thanks," said Kurt with a laugh as he toyed with the bracelet absentmindedly. "I'll wear it a lot in London to remind myself of you, I promise."

"You will?" asked Sebastian, his voice lilting almost hopefully at the prospect.

"I will," Kurt insisted, closing the distance between them to give Sebastian a friendly hug. "You're one of my best friends, never forget that."

There was a moment of silence as they just stood there, Sebastian hugging him back, and Kurt didn't know if he was just imagining the way the other boy's arms tightened around him at the words.

"I won't," Sebastian said finally as they pulled slightly away from the hug. "You can bet I won't."

"Kuuuuuuurt!" came Carson's voice from the front hallway as the door opened and the sound of his brother's footsteps echoed throughout the almost empty flat. "I've got your clothes. And a pizza!" He bounded through the flat and into the bedroom just as Kurt and Sebastian were pulling away completely from their hug, his face instantly taking on a sour expression. "Oh. We have company. How nice."

"Sebastian just came to see if we needed any help," said Kurt.

"We don't."

"I can see that," said Sebastian with a roll of his eyes. "I was just helping Kurt fold up the sheets."

"I always fold sheets through hugging, it makes everything so much neater," quipped Carson.

"Carson, quit teasing him. Why don't we go eat?" Kurt suggested, placing one hand on the arm of each boy and leading them out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "I want to get on the road before it gets dark."

"Yeah, traffic's gonna be a bitch," said Carson. "But on the bright side, we'll have finally left this armpit of a town behind for at least the foreseeable future."

"Oh, Carson," Kurt sighed wearily. "Sebastian, you wanna stay and eat with us?" he asked, turning his attention to the other boy, whose face had taken on an odd, unreadable expression as he slightly bit his lip and ultimately shook his head.

"I…. I should probably go, I don't… I have…. you know, I really don't feel very well, after all," he stammered out.

"Oh," said Kurt, concerned as Sebastian inched his way awkwardly toward the door. "Well, um… you'll have your phone with you when you're travelling, right? Because I'll be worrying and want to call you."

"I'll have it, don't worry," Sebastian assured him.

"Ok, good."

"He's a big boy, Kurt, I'm sure he'll be fine," said Carson through a mouthful of cheese and pepperoni.

"I just want to make sure he's safe, is all," protested Kurt. "Keep in touch, Sebastian, I want to hear from you, ok?"

"Ok," Sebastian agreed. Kurt wrapped him in another hug, this one briefer than the last, but which felt almost like Sebastian didn't want to let go. And, oddly enough, Kurt wasn't entirely sure he didn't feel the same way.

"Take care of yourself," he whispered. "Ok?"

"I will. You, too," Sebastian replied quietly. "And don't let Carson get into too much trouble."

"Hey!" Carson protested. "I'm an angel."

"Going out with a joke, that's nice," quipped Sebastian as he pulled away from the hug and looked mischievously at Carson.

"Oh, shut up, you tosser."

"I'll miss you too, Carson."

Carson rolled his eyes. "Ok, ok. Take care and good luck on your travels and whatever."

"I feel loved," said Sebastian cheekily. "For real, Carson, keep out of trouble, ok? I don't want to read in the paper about an 18 year old London boy who got caught bribing a police officer with blowjobs or something."

"As if," scoffed Carson. "What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"You really want me to answer that?"

"Guys," Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Come on."

"You're right, Kurt," agreed Sebastian. "I'm sorry. Ok, I want you both to take care and keep in touch and… and just…. I seriously have to go before I get sentimental," he said quickly, giving Kurt one last, lingering touch on the shoulder before he opened the door, turning to look back at them on his way out.

"Goodbye."

"For now," Kurt said pointedly. "Goodbye for now."

"Oh. My. God," groaned Kurt in exhaustion as he flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, unable to do much else but that. "I am so fucking tired, you have no idea."

"Yes, I do," Carson disagreed, yanking his hoodie off and tossing it onto the bedpost for safekeeping. "I was doing the same thing you were, remember? Going onto campus to get my timetable and then tracking down all the damn books I'm going to need. Trust me, I'm just as exhausted as you are."

"Well, we should have thought ahead and done it on an earlier day," Kurt complained. "We were idiots to do it the day before term starts."

"Well, we were busy moving. And no one ever said we were brilliant," said Carson with a shrug. "At least it's done now. Ugh, I need a bath."

"I was going to take one!" Kurt protested.

"I'm tired, Kurt!"

"So am I, you wait your turn!" Kurt griped. "I'm going in the bathroom right the hell now and taking a bath."

"Not if I get there first," said Carson grumpily.

"Don't you dare!"

"Watch me," Carson challenged, racing into the bathroom and trying to shut the door in Kurt's face as he caught up with him. Fortunately, Kurt wasn't so tired that he was unable to keep the door wedged open, pushing on it from the outside as Carson yanked on it from inside, a battle of wills neither of them was willing to forfeit.

"I'm taking a bath, Kurt," Carson declared firmly.

"I'm taking one first."

"I'm older."

"I'm younger."

"I pay for the flat."

Kurt sighed. "Carson, seriously. Come on. Why don't we just take a bath together?"

"Kinky."

"Carson."

"Ok, ok. Jesus," Carson muttered, holding the door open so Kurt could come inside. "The bathtub is huge anyway, let's just get this over with."

"Thank you," Kurt said sarcastically as he pushed his way inside and began stripping off his clothing. Carson did the same, wandering over to the ornate, porcelain bathtub and beginning to run the water, allowing it to fill as Kurt used cold cream to carefully wipe off the thin layer of makeup he'd used to cover up his freckles that day.

"Bath's done," Carson said at last, once the tub had been sufficiently filled. He stepped inside and sunk down, Kurt following close behind. It took a bit of maneuvering, but he finally managed to situate himself comfortably on Carson's lap, his twin's arms coming to wrap around his waist.

"Uuuungh, heaven," Kurt sighed as he let the warm water wash over him. "I needed to relax. That fucking campus is huge, I could barely remember where anything was."

"Tell me about it," grumbled Carson, shifting slightly, and Kurt's face flushed as he felt the bulge between his brother's legs brush against his back. Ugh, no, you're tired, this is no time for sex.

They didn't talk much after that, just sat there in silence as they allowed the water to soak them in warmth. Kurt could feel himself relaxing and unwinding, sinking further into the water and deeper into Carson's hold on him, his head resting carefully on his twin's chest.

"This is nice," he said after a while of silence.

"Nice for you, maybe," said Carson. "I'm being squished by a person on my lap."

"Oh hush, you know you're loving it," said Kurt.

"Tolerating it out of necessity."

"Oh really?" asked Kurt. "Because Little Carson underneath my ass is begging to differ with you. That ain't no flaccid dick." He wiggled himself around in Carson's lap for emphasis, and his twin moaned in spite of himself.

"You are such a graceful gentleman," muttered Carson.

"You wanna be the pot or the kettle?" asked Kurt sweetly.

"Do you just live to tease me, or… fuck," Carson groaned as Kurt maneuvered himself so that he could easily glide up and down the length of his brother's growing erection. "Jesus Christ, Kurt."

"I knew you were enjoying it," teased Kurt, swiveling his hips and grinning when he felt the dick beneath him stiffen further.

"It's not my cock's fault you're teasing it, asshole," Carson grumbled, keeping one hand on Kurt's waist while snaking the other between his legs to softly stroke at Kurt's own budding erection.

"Mmmmm," Kurt moaned appreciatively. "Now this is relaxing." He settled back against Carson, slowly circling his hips as he watched his twin's hand gently working him over, turning just right at the head with every upstroke.

He really loved moments like this, when sex was gentle and lazy and reverent. Not that he didn't also love their roughhousing, but sometimes it was nice when things were taken slowly and Kurt could feel genuine love coming through the act, whether or not Carson intended for it to be visible. It always was, and it certainly was now. Carson was taking his time, slowly working him to a state of heightened ecstacy as Kurt did his own part, keeping up the slow, deliberate movement of his hips against his twin's throbbing dick.

"Uungh," he moaned quietly, sucking in a breath as Carson gave a particularly skillful stroke, and he felt his brother's erection twitch beneath him in response, giving him a feeling of power like nothing else. I'm doing that, I'm turning him on so much he can't control himself.

He increased his pace slightly, gliding himself over Carson's slick cock, and Carson returned in kind, stroking him faster and more intensely until he could feel his stomach starting to tighten with a slowly brewing climax.

"Kurt...K… ungh," Carson suddenly moaned in his ear before biting down on his neck to muffle a scream as he twitched again and came without warning, his hips stuttering so much that Kurt nearly slipped off his lap. He thrust himself into his brother's fist, fucking it desperately, chasing the orgasm he couldn't quite reach until Carson gave one, final, brilliant stroke and he gasped, coming hard all over his twin's hand.

The two of them stayed like that for a moment, both of them coming down from their respective highs as Kurt felt himself sink down and slump against Carson's chest, shivering in spite of the warmth of the water.

"You more relaxed now?" asked Carson, nibbling a bit on Kurt's ear with his teeth, which did nothing to calm Kurt's shivering.

"Mmm-hmm," Kurt murmured, snuggling closer to Carson as warm water splashed pleasantly around their naked bodies. "Hey…..Carson?" he asked, craning his neck against Carson's chest so he could look up at his face.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

"Smartass. I mean a real question."

Carson sighed. "Shoot."

"Are you scared of starting school tomorrow?" asked Kurt curiously, bringing up the subject he himself had been struggling with since the spring. "I mean, even a little?"

Carson thought for a minute, staring blankly at a spot of the tub slightly to Kurt's left. "Honestly?"

"Yes?"

"I'm just a tiny bit nervous," answered Carson with a shrug. "Just a bit. I'm mostly excited, but you know. The unknooooown," he said ominously, giving Kurt a cheesy smile.

"You're such a dork."

"No, I'm cool."

Kurt snorted and kissed the top of his chest reverently. "A cool dork."

"What about you?" asked Carson quietly, and Kurt looked back up at him.

"What about me?"

"Are you nervous about tomorrow? I mean, you were more attached to Bristol than me, so. It'd be understandable," said Carson, his voice sounding more serious and attentive than Kurt could remember it ever sounding in recent times.

Kurt looked directly into his eyes as best he could from the angle he was in, and nodded. "Terrified, actually. I have been for a while, I just never liked to say anything. I tried to talk to Mom about it, and she couldn't have cared less."

"You did what?" said Carson in surprise. "I could have told you she wouldn't. I'm surprised she even knows she's a human anymore, since her brain is about 90% grain alcohol by now."

Kurt sighed. "I know," he said sadly. "I just hoped maybe she'd care a little."

Carson gave him what looked like a sympathetic smile and held him a little closer. Kurt didn't know what was causing this rare, sweet moment, but he wasn't about to question it.

"Ok, Kurt, can I tell you what Mom should have?" asked Carson.

"Ok?"

"You are an awesome person," said Carson quietly. "Like… you're a huge pain in the ass, and you have a talent for getting on people's nerves, but…. aside from those qualities, you are also really nice, and really hardworking, and really, really determined. I mean, just look at how you managed to worm your way into living with me."

"You have a point there," Kurt agreed, trying to hide the smile that played at the corners of his mouth.

"And," Carson continued, "If I know you at all, and I do, I know that you're going to march onto that campus tomorrow, and you're going to be the best damn college student you can be, and if anyone gives you shit, you aren't going to take it. So, I know you're nervous, but you'll be fine."

Kurt stopped trying to hide the smile, letting it radiate from ear to ear as he took one of Carson's hands in his and brought it up to his mouth, gently kissing the tips of his fingers. "Thank you, Carsey."

"Don't mention it."

Sebastian plodded wearily through the hallway of his hotel, paying no mind whatsoever to the ornate architecture and decoration that made it worth the boatload of money he was paying per night for the privilege of staying in it. He didn't really care, it was just another in a long line of places he'd slept in over the past couple of months. Dublin. Amsterdam. Rome, where he was currently staying. The scenery may have changed from time to time, but the decided lack of enthusiasm he felt for much of anything had not.

He reached the door of his room, slid the key card into the appointed slot, and pushed himself inside, closing the door behind him and flopping down on the king-sized, satin covered bed as he kicked his shoes off. He grabbed his laptop off the bedside table and turned it on, checking his watch and wondering if Kurt was home from school yet. Maybe he'd be online and they could chat for a while. The thought instantly perked him up, and his fingers practically flew over to the Facebook button as soon as he'd opened up his web browser.

To his disappointment, Kurt wasn't online yet, but Sebastian knew if he just waited a little while, he eventually would be. He passed the time scrolling through his newsfeed, an experience that wasn't all that pleasant these days, considering that almost every post from Kurt only reminded him coldly how very far apart they were. Particularly every time a photo of him with Carson together popped up, Kurt usually looking content and Carson generally looking smugly right into the camera, like he knew Sebastian was looking and was rubbing his face in it.

Sure enough, right after he scrolled past the mundane status updates of people he never spoke to, Facebook brightly chirped at him that "Kurt Phillips was tagged in Carson Phillips' photo."

"Great," he mumbled under his breath as he took in the sight of Kurt leaning happily into Carson's shoulder, with one of Carson's hands around his waist and the other angling the camera to take the selfie. As usual, Kurt looked demurely beautiful, and Carson looked like he would be asking "What are you gonna do about it?" if it were possible for him to speak through the photo. Sebastian sighed heavily. It always kind of felt like a slap in the face while being shot through the heart with a flaming bullet whenever he saw shit like that, but he comforted himself with the fact that at least there was no cheek kissing in this one.

He took a moment to collect himself, successfully fighting the usual urge to cry or slam the laptop shut. He hid the post from his newsfeed and moved on, thankfully not encountering any more, just the usual boring statuses and photos. He paused at a posting from Kurt that said "Ugh, so tired already" that had clearly been posted right before he left for school that morning. Sebastian gave a sympathetic look to no one as the desire to hold Kurt and let him sleep on his shoulder overtook him. He was about to comment on the status, but the chime of the Facebook chat interrupted his train of thought.

Kurt Phillips: Hey you :)

Sebastian's stomach flipped and his face broke into an automatic grin as his fingers flew to reply.

Sebastian Smythe: Heeeeey :D

Kurt: How's my world traveler?

Bored, sick of life, missing you so much it literally hurts, frequently dreaming of pushing Carson into a crocodile-infested lake if he posts one more smug selfie with you with that shit eating smile on his face….

Sebastian: I'm awesome, how are you?

Kurt: Tired. School is exhausting. I mean, I love it, but it's intense. Seriously, though, how are you? Where are you now? Still in Rome?

Sebastian: Yeah, still here. I don't know where I'm headed next.

Kurt: Don't you dare go to Greece without me -.-

Sebastian: Never! That's what school breaks are for, remember?

Kurt: Damn straight. Wanna skype for a bit? I hate typing.

Sebastian grinned and did an excited little wiggle on the bed while balancing the laptop on his knees.

Sebastian: Duh. Meet you there.

Kurt: K ^_^

Sebastian hurried to open up the Skype application on his desktop, signing in and waiting anxiously for Kurt's icon to appear. He took the opportunity to check his appearance in his phone camera, frowning critically at his day's worth of stubble and slightly messy hair. He adjusted the hair, figured that Kurt wouldn't care about the stubble, and went back to waiting. Within minutes, Kurt was online and a video call was coming through, which Sebastian quickly answered, his stomach fluttering as Kurt's beautiful face filled the screen.

"Hiiiiii!" squealed Kurt, giving a little wave as he leaned into the screen.

"Hey, stranger," said Sebastian with a smile. "Looking lovely as ever."

"Ugh, shut up, I look a mess," groaned Kurt. "I overslept this morning and didn't have time to do my hair right and now it looks like I just rolled out of bed."

"It's sexy," Sebastian insisted.

"You're a liar, but you're sweet," said Kurt, giving him a kissy face. "So, seriously, how is Rome?"

"Oh, it's… you know…. Rome," said Sebastian dismissively, shrugging his shoulders. "It's really not that great."

"Not that great?" exclaimed Kurt. "Honey, it's a city full of historical significance and fascinating culture and fantastic everything, and you think it's not that great?"

Sebastian shrugged again. "I don't know, I guess it's ok."

"Well, have you met any friends yet on your travels?" Kurt pressed. "Any hot guys, in particular? Tell me everything."

"Um…. well…. yeah, I… I've made friends," Sebastian lied. In truth, he'd interacted with almost no one in the entire time he'd been away, only a few people in Amsterdam in order to get some pot. He just hadn't been very interested, especially not in random hookups. If anything, he was pretty sure doing that would have only depressed him more.

"Hot guys?" Kurt repeated inquiringly.

"Tons," Sebastian lied.

"Good for you," grinned Kurt.

"None of them compare to you, though," added Sebastian. "Obviously."

"Quit it."

"I mean it."

"Sure," laughed Kurt. "You are such an ass kisser."

"Ok, but for real, I miss you," said Sebastian seriously. "You should totally come with me to Greece. When's your next holiday?"

"Not sure, I need to check the calend-...ugh, there's the doorbell, I have to go," Kurt interrupted himself, looking off-camera in the direction of the door. "Will you be online later?"

"Yeah, sure," Sebastian nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. "I'll talk to you then."

"Great," said Kurt with a smile. "See you."

"See you."

The call ended, leaving Sebastian with a blank screen and a head full of emotions as he closed the laptop and flopped onto his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He loved getting the opportunity to talk to Kurt, but it definitely didn't do a thing to calm his mounting loneliness, or his depression at being so separated from him. Which he knew was stupid, because it wasn't as if Kurt was his boyfriend or anything. Sebastian was just hopelessly in love with him, that was all. No big deal.

Except, it was actually a huge deal, Sebastian reminded himself. Because Kurt was in London, living his new life and taking selfie after selfie with Carson, and Sebastian was literally and figuratively alone, in a foreign country, trying to run away from his overwhelming jealousy and heartsickness. And failing. Miserably.

I don't even know what the point of this is, anymore, Sebastian thought bitterly to himself as he lolled his head to the side and heaved a sigh. It's not like I'm actually enjoying all this travelling. And he really wasn't. It felt much more like he was just trying to force himself to have a good time and forget about Kurt, when really he was accomplishing the exact opposite.

I would have been better off just following them to London. It wasn't the first time he'd had this thought over the past month or so. At first, it had been a relatively fleeting idea, a humorous "what if" scenario that he'd briefly entertained and then thrown away, because of course he wouldn't do that, that would be ridiculous.

But he had to admit, even to himself, that the idea was becoming less and less unfathomable in his mind as time went on, until it actually formed itself into an idea that contained actual possibility. Why couldn't he go to London? What was stopping him, really, from making London a stop on his travels? Just…. you know…. an extended stop. A way extended stop. Didn't have to be forever. Just…. just for a bit. It wasn't like money was an obstacle. Literally nothing was standing between him and hopping a plane to London right now.

Really, what was the worst that could happen?

You would be subjected to the making of those stupid selfies, and not just the pictures themselves, he reminded himself. At least on Facebook you can hide the photo, fantasize for a bit about stabbing Carson in the eye with a fire poker, cry alone, and be done with it. You won't have that luxury if you're actually around them all the time.

On the other hand, you'd be close enough to be a cockblock. That's a plus.

Having to watch them make out, though.

Being able to piss Carson off by being present, though.

Being near Kurt, though.

Close enough to see him. Smell him. Hug him.

Sebastian sighed. This wasn't really helping. Neither, he supposed, was opening up Google and searching for available flats for rent in London.

You aren't doing yourself any favors here, Sebastian, he chided himself as he opened up tab after tab of possible flats.

Seriously, you're REALLY going to regret doing this, he insisted as he pored over the listings, rating them by looks, amenities, and distance from the best things the city had to offer before compiling a short list of possibilities.

You're making the biggest mistake of your fucking life, he warned himself as he reached for his phone and started dialing the number for the first place on his list.

"Yes, hello," he said into the phone once a gruff voice on the other end had picked up and confirmed that he had reached the right number. "I'm calling about the apartment for rent?"

"And so," Professor Collins droned on as Kurt hurried to finish copying down the notes that covered the whiteboard at the front of the class, "You need to have read through to chapter 16 by Thursday, because there will be a test, and it will include an essay. I won't be giving any makeups. Not unless you're severely sick or dead."

The students around Kurt groaned as he finally wrote down his last note and capped his pen with a flourish, placing everything carefully back into his messenger bag. He stood up and stretched gracefully, letting out a weary yawn as he pulled out his phone and checked the time. He had at least thirty minutes to kill somehow before his afternoon theater class began. Possibly longer, if Professor Benton's tendency to waltz in dramatically late was any sort of indication to go by.

Might as well pop into the library, he thought to himself as he worked his way through the crowd of students heading in an array of different directions. I have to find some print resources for that stupid project that's due soon, anyway. He walked briskly in the direction of the library, his fingers expertly tapping out a text to Carson as he moved.

Kurt: On a scale from 1 to 10, my day so far is around a 4. How about you?

Carson: I'd rank myself about the same. Already finished the essay they set this week, so I've spent the whole day listening to complete idiots use class time to argue over politics.

Kurt shook his head and smiled down at his phone as he tapped out his reply.

Kurt: Are you ever happy about anything?

Carson: Who says I'm not happy? I'm ecstatic that these are at least educated idiots that actually have legitimate arguments. Most of them, anyway. You have theater today, right?

Kurt: Yep.

Carson: Ok, well, I probably won't be home when you get home, so if you're gonna order food can you order from the Chinese place by the house too and put it in the fridge?

Kurt: Sure, but where are you going?

Carson: I have stuff to do.

Kurt: What stuff?

Carson: STUFF.

Kurt sighed heavily. He had a feeling he was probably better off not knowing what his twin meant by "stuff" because most of the possibilities he could think of weren't good ones, but at the same time it drove him absolutely nuts not to know. Though it was most likely healthier just to leave it be and not think too hard about how the flat rent was being paid. He considered pressing the issue, but decided against it, finding it more favorable just to dash off a quick text telling Carson that yes, he'd order the food when he got home.

Carson: Thanks, Kurtsie. I'd make the little kissy face thing but I can never find it on this bloody keyboard thing.

Carson: I'll just make a heart.

Carson: 3

Kurt snorted and smiled as he gazed down on the little electronic heart and the affectionate nickname his brother had used for him.

Kurt: I love you too, Carsey.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and crossed over to the library's side of the street, checking his watch again and wondering if he should perhaps skip the library altogether and just head for his next class. He was already exhausted and all he really wanted to do was sit down for a bit. His phone buzzed again in his pocket, and he fished it out quickly, figuring Carson had something else to add.

Sebastian: Hey angel face, how goes it?

Well, that's a surprise, Kurt thought as he looked happily down at the unexpected text. It occurred to him that he hadn't heard much from Sebastian in the past few weeks, but he had just figured the other boy was too busy trailblazing his way around the world to have much time to chat anymore.

Kurt: Killing time before class. Haven't heard from you in forever ;_;

Sebastian: Been busy.

Kurt: I figured. Where are you now?

Sebastian: Not in Italy anymore.

Kurt: Such a detailed answer, very nice.

Sebastian: I'm an enigma. So, where do you pass your time in between classes? Details. Is it nice? Is there chiseled male strippers? Or at least a candy machine?

Kurt: Hahaha. I'm at the library, cheeky.

Sebastian: How studious of you.

Kurt: I know.

Sebastian: OMG I just saw the hottest guy ever across the street from me.

Kurt: Oh?

Sebastian: Seriously, this guy is like, super hot. Gorgeous.

Kurt: Ok, well now you have to send me a picture.

Sebastian: lol, ok hold on

Kurt shook his head in amusement and waited for Sebastian to send the picture. He wondered if the other boy was in France yet, and if so, what an average hot French guy looked like. Sebastian, you teasing motherfucker. he thought as his phone buzzed in his hand.

Sebastian: There's a bunch of people around him, so he's kind of hard to see, but you can easily spot him. Gorgeous, right?

Kurt hurried to open the attached photo for a better view. At first, he couldn't quite tell what he was looking at. It just looked like a random photo of a bunch of nameless people walking past an average looking building, and Kurt wondered which one he was supposed to be looking for. It took him several moments to finally register that the building he was staring at on his phone looked awfully familiar. Almost exactly like…..

No. NO. It couldn't be….

He peered closer, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch and zoom in on the screen. Sure enough, there in the middle of the photo was a very familiar looking boy with carefully coiffed brown hair, dressed in a sky blue coat, patterned scarf, and white pants with black boots. The same outfit Kurt had hurriedly put on that morning before heading out the door.

Oh my fucking god.

He looked up from his phone, his head swiveling in all directions as he tried to find out where Sebastian was hiding. He didn't have to look far. The other boy was standing across the street, waving at him with his phone in one gloved hand, an ear to ear grin spread over his face like a beacon. Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and ran towards him, closing the distance between them in record time and wrapping Sebastian up in a tight, warm hug that he felt the other boy eagerly return, Sebastian's arms wrapping themselves securely around him as they lifted him slightly off the ground.

"Oh my god, you sneaky bastard!" Kurt exclaimed after he'd finally pulled away from the hug and Sebastian had carefully set him back down.

"I told you I wasn't in Italy and saw a hot guy," Sebastian declared triumphantly.

"Shut up," Kurt laughed, swatting him on the arm. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to visit?"

"I don't know, I guess I liked the element of surprise better," said Sebastian with a shrug. "So, were you surprised?"

"A little surprised that you're here and not in someplace way more glamorous," replied Kurt with a raise of his eyebrow. "Are you that bored with travelling already?"

"Well, you know, if you've seen one pretty city you've seen them all," said Sebastian casually.

"You're insane, but I like that about you," said Kurt with a grin. "So, where are you staying? Do you need a place to crash? Because-"

"Well, actually, that's the thing," Sebastian interrupted, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink as his green eyes locked with Kurt's. "I'm not exactly here to visit."

"You're…. not?" asked Kurt in confusion.

"I've taken a flat," Sebastian said quickly, looking as if he were searching for approval as he looked Kurt in the eye. "I thought I'd stay. You know, for…. for a while. Just a while."

Kurt blinked at him, trying to process this sudden onslaught of news. "Wait, so… you're, like…. you're living here?" he asked incredulously.

"For now, yeah," answered Sebastian, looking slightly nervous as he gauged Kurt's reaction. "Like I said, I wasn't really in the mood to travel right now, so…. you disappointed?"

"What? No!" exclaimed Kurt, hurriedly shaking his head in the negative. "No, honey, not at all! This is really cool, actually. We can start hanging out again, like old times." He gave Sebastian another hug, letting it linger slightly longer this time, and then locked eyes with him as a smile spread across his face. "The gang is all back together."

An odd expression crossed Sebastian's face, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and was replaced with a standard Sebastian Smythe grin. "I guess we are," he said brightly. "Time to start some drama and take London by storm."

"Uuugh, drama," Kurt groaned, wincing at the word as he remembered where he was supposed to be at the moment.

"Something wrong?" asked Sebastian worriedly.

Kurt shook his head. "No, no, it's just that I just remembered I'm late for class."

"Oh no!" exclaimed Sebastian. "Kurt, don't let me keep you. If you have to go, we can always-"

Kurt shook his head. "No! No, it… you know what? It's fine. I'm already late, and I'm sure the teacher will be, and we don't have anything to rehearse for right now, so I'm sure they'd never miss me if I skipped just this once."

"Kurt, I don't want you to miss class just for-"

"Don't be silly, I haven't seen you in forever!" Kurt protested, linking his arm through Sebastian's and leading him away from the library. "We have a lot of catching up to do, and you just have to see the flat now that I've gone and put my own decorating touches on it."

"If you're sure," Sebastian agreed reluctantly, allowing Kurt to lead him away.

"Positive. Now tell me everything about where you've been all this time, and don't leave anything out."

Sebastian snorted. "Ok. Well, I started off in Dublin…"

Carson sat casually in the front seat of his car, carefully counting a stack of notes as his anxious looking customer waited outside, turning his head nervously in all directions as he waited for Carson's next move.

"Come on, man, hurry up," he implored him, but Carson paid him no mind as he casually continued counting the money.

"Will you fucking relax?" he said with a roll of his eyes as he finished counting and shoved the money in his jeans pocket. "I like to be thorough. Wouldn't want to hand over the product and then find out you fucked me over, would I?"

"It's all there," the guy muttered.

"I know, darling, I just checked," said Carson as he reached into the glove box. "Keep your hair on." He bypassed the little sprig of plastic lilac he'd snaked from one of the plants in the student lounge that day to give to Kurt, and retrieved a small bag of pre-measured pot. He held it discreetly out the car window, where his eager customer grabbed it from him and took off running before Carson could even thank him for his business.

Whatever, he'll be back, he shrugged to himself as he started the engine and rolled the window back up. He turned the radio on and headed in the direction of home, eager to flop down and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the night. Maybe Kurt would be in a cuddling mood. Carson secretly loved cuddle nights, even if he tried his absolute best to put on a stoic, unmoved face and pretend he wasn't enjoying it. He might even have liked it better than sex, though he would never say so out loud in a million years.

His secret love of Kurt's cuddles, in fact, was a significant portion of the reason why he was doing his best to get by on drug sales alone, and not with prostitution. It felt more honest to Kurt, somehow, even if Kurt, for all he knew, had no idea he was doing it. Carson knew that he would probably have to eventually do just a bit of prostitution if expenses got too out of hand, but for now, drugs and the money he'd carefully saved over the last year was enough to keep them comfortable. And even then, a couple of blowjobs or so a month would probably suffice.

Of course, Kurt probably still thought he was out selling his ass on every street corner all day, but that was just as well. If he just let him think that he wouldn't have to deal with any awkward talk about feelings. Feelings were a pain in the ass. Especially his own.

"Every time you look at me, I'm as helpless as can be," he sang under his breath as he turned the volume up on the all-Elvis station on the car's satellite radio system. "I become a puppet on a string, and you can do most anything with meee…"

Come to think of it, between his reduced hooking due to feelings, and his secret affinity for corny music from the 1950s, he wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing for Kurt to know about.

He made it home much earlier than he thought he would, though it was still almost completely dark by the time he got out of the car (taking the plastic lilac sprig with him) and made his way into the building. He patted his pocket to make sure the drug money was still there, took out his key, and hurried to their apartment as quickly as was humanly possible.

"I'm hoooome," he called out as he turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, setting his bag down haphazardly in the front hallway. "Kurt?"

"In here, Carson!" Kurt called back, and Carson followed the sound of his voice into the living room, where the sight that greeted him almost made Carson trip over his own feet in surprise. Sebastian Smythe was sitting there on the couch with Kurt, a pizza between them, the two of them looking just as casual and cozy as could be. A lot of thoughts swirled their way around Carson's brain at once, chief among them "What the fuck is he doing here?" and "Get away from Kurt", with a dash of "Oh COME ON."

"Look who's back!" said Kurt brightly, indicating their surprise visitor, and Carson forced what he was sure was not the world's warmest smile as he looked between his brother and Sebastian.

"I thought you were travelling," he blurted out, and the tone of his voice surprised even him with just how whiny it sounded.

"I got tired of it," Sebastian explained with a shrug.

"Sebastian's taken a flat across town," added Kurt, smiling around a mouthful of pizza. "He'll be living here for a while."

Oh joooooooooooooooooy, Carson thought bitterly as he toyed with the plastic flower in his hand.

"Great," he mumbled as he tried to process the news. Sebastian was back. Wonderful. Now Carson would have to constantly deal with him giving Kurt lovesick puppy looks and horning in on the twins' private time. What little they got together, anyway, what with their busy schedules. Fantastic.

I probably should have expected this, what with my track record with luck and everything.

"What's that?" asked Kurt, breaking Carson's train of bitter, grumpy thoughts.

"What's what?"

"That thing in your hand," Kurt clarified, nodding curiously to the lilac Carson was still holding.

"Oh… oh, it's nothing, it's just…. they put new plants in one of the student lounges, and there was lilac in it, and I kind of just stole this out of it for you," Carson said, as if it were no big deal. "You know, 'cause you like all that lilac crap."

"Aaaaaw," Kurt squealed, jumping up and taking the plastic flower from him. He twirled it gently between his fingers as he locked eyes with Carson and smiled warmly. "You can be sweet sometimes."

"You caught me on a good day," mumbled Carson as Kurt planted a tender kiss on his lips and hugged him tight. Carson began to feel just a little bit better in spite of his foul mood as he hugged Kurt back, and better still when he saw the crestfallen look that appeared on Sebastian's face at the sight. Yeah, he hugs and kisses me randomly. It's a thing he does. And doesn't do with you. Suck it.

"Are you hungry?" asked Kurt, pulling away from the hug to give Carson a concerned look. "Your Chinese food was delivered a while ago, it's in the fridge. I can warm it for you, if you want."

"Would you? I'm so starving I could eat Sebastian's hot daddy's delicious ass," replied Carson. Kurt rolled his eyes as Sebastian glared at him.

"No problem," said Kurt. "I'll be back." He patted Carson's cheek affectionately and headed into the kitchen, leaving Carson and Sebastian to awkwardly stare each other down.

"Yeah, so, you're in my spot," Carson said finally to break the ice as he crossed over to the couch and looked at Sebastian expectantly.

"I was sitting here first, and there's plenty of other seating here," protested Sebastian challengingly.

"Yeah, I know, but that's my spot, and your ass is in it," Carson clarified. "And the spot next to it is Kurt's spot. Our spots are next to each other."

Sebastian gave him a hard look, but conceded, getting up from the couch and waving at it with fanfare. "All yours."

"I know," said Carson as he plopped down into the newly vacated seat. "So, I take it your world travels didn't exactly work out."

"I got bored."

"Mmm. I bet. I also bet that a lack of Kurt had a lot to do with your sudden impulse decision to move here," added Carson probingly.

"No," protested Sebastian, but the pink tinge of color on his cheeks gave him away.

"Yep," said Carson with a nod. "You are one transparent little meerkat, and I can see straight through you."

"I just missed England, that's all," said Sebastian with a shrug.

"I'm sure you closed your eyes and thought of England every night," said Carson. "And I bet England looked a lot like…"

"Ok, hot food coming up," chirped Kurt from the kitchen, and Carson and Sebastian exchanged one more quick stare-down before Kurt was walking back into the room, a plate of food in one hand and a can of soda in the other. "Here, honey. I got your usual."

"Thank you, you're the best," said Carson brightly as he carefully took the hot plate from Kurt and set it down on the coffee table.

"I know," laughed Kurt, sitting beside him and cuddling close, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Well, I should probably get going," said Sebastian, looking more and more uncomfortable with each passing second.

"Aw, do you have to?" asked Kurt with a pout.

"I really should, I left the, um… the windows… open," said Sebastian, clearing his throat awkwardly. "But, um, hey, let's make plans, ok?"

"Call one of us this weekend and we can go out," Kurt suggested happily, and Carson resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He chewed his food as Sebastian nodded with a smile.

"Will do," he agreed. "No need to get up, I can show myself out." He gave Kurt a lingering look before quickly making his exit, blessedly leaving the twins alone at last.

"Isn't it great having Sebastian back again?" asked Kurt, once the door had closed behind the other boy. "It's like having a little piece of home back with us."

"Wonderful," Carson muttered through a mouthful of rice.

"Oh come on," Kurt prodded. "Admit it's nice."

"Exactly how much more proof do you need that he wants to have your babies?" asked Carson. "Just curious."

"Don't be dumb, Carson."

"Seriously, Kurt, he quit traveling the world to come back here and hang out with you."

Kurt sighed. "He just got bored, is all. By the way, you have a bit of sauce on your chin. Here, let me get it," he said, leaning in and swiping the mess with the tip of his finger, which he stuck inside his mouth and sucked on teasingly.

"Mmm," he murmured. "Not bad."

Fuck. Carson never knew if this shit was something Kurt did on purpose, or what, but he had the almost uncanny ability to turn him on with the most mundane, stupid things imaginable. He had a feeling Kurt was being deliberately coy, because the knowing smirk on his face as he watched Carson looking at him said loud and clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was trying to diffuse Carson's mood, that was what he was doing. And it was working. A little too well.

"Let me get the rest of it," Kurt said softly, leaning back in and sticking out the tip of his delicate pink tongue, which he used to give kitten licks around Carson's mouth.

"Got it all?" asked Carson.

"Yeah, but now I'm having fun," purred Kurt, closing his lips over Carson's and pressing them together firmly as he kissed him deeply, Carson's blood racing at the contact. He forgot all about the rest of his food as he kissed him back, their tongues gliding over each other pleasantly, making shivers run up and down Carson's spine. He maneuvered himself more comfortably and began pushing Kurt down onto his back as he draped himself on top of him, their kissing growing more and more desperate as hands started exploring all the areas they could reach.

"Mmmph," Kurt murmured into the kiss as Carson's hands found their way underneath his sweater and began caressing the soft skin there. "Mmph.. C… Carson…"

"Hmm?" Carson hummed, his hands clumsily trying to pull the sweater up so he could take it off of him.

"Carson… oh… Carson, we…. the couch isn't ours…. I… the…. security deposit, and…" Kurt protested, even as he moaned when Carson's lips found their way to the sweet spot on his neck and began to suck.

"Ungh…. right," Carson grunted in exasperation. He got up off the couch and grabbed Kurt's hands, pulling him up and pushing him firmly up against the nearest wall, almost knocking a table lamp over in the process. He kissed him hard, and Kurt kissed back enthusiastically, one hand coming up to cup Carson's face in his palm.

A sudden wave of possession came over Carson then, a fit of jealousy as he thought about Sebastian showing up out of the fucking blue, trying to horn in on one of the things that should have been just his. I bet Sebastian would kill to be me right now, he thought, the idea spurring him on as he kissed Kurt harder and deeper, grinding his hips against his twin's equally eager ones.

"Mmm, fuck," Kurt groaned, throwing his head back to allow Carson easier access to mouth along his jawline and sensitive neck, sucking hard enough to make a hickey a certainty. Hand began groping and pulling and unzipping, and before Carson could even gather the brain power to register what was happening, both of them had been relieved of their clothes with minimal flailing and falling over each other, for which he was extremely grateful, because he didn't want anything to interrupt the animalistic passion rolling over him in shiver-inducing waves.

As if to be cheeky, Kurt grabbed one of Carson's hands and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, his blue eyes latching firmly on Carson's as he swirled his tongue around in the kind of way Carson was more used to feeling on other, more sensitive parts of his body. But the way Kurt was looking at him as he delicately sucked his fingertips….. Jesus Christ. This boy should be illegal. Kurt let out a moan as he sucked, and Carson felt his cheeks flush and his cock stiffen further, jutting out proudly now that there was no fabric restricting its movement.

"Fucking tease," he groaned, pulling his fingers from Kurt's mouth as his twin wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. "You fucking want it so bad, don't you?"

"Mmm," Kurt murmured in agreement as Carson leaned forward to give a hard suck to the spot just under his jawline. He reached blindly with one hand into the close-by end table, one of the many places he'd stashed travel sized lube bottles and condoms when they'd moved in. You never knew when or where the mood for sex would strike, after all. He stuck the condom in his teeth and uncapped the lube with one hand, drizzling a generous amount over his fingers and tracing them teasingly along Kurt's entrance.

"Please…. oh god, please," Kurt babbled, squeezing his legs tighter around Carson's waist. Carson granted his wish and stuck one slick finger inside, carefully wedging it in until it was buried up to the second knuckle and Kurt was gasping at the intrusion, rocking his hips onto Carson's finger and moaning loudly.

Carson fought the animalistic urge to slip the condom on and just drive into him immediately. He took his time instead made sure his twin was adequately stretched, working his way up slowly to three fingers as Kurt gripped him tightly and screamed out in ecstasy when Carson's finger found his prostate.

"Fuuuuuuck….. fuck fuck fuck fuck, oh god…" he babbled as Carson continued using his fingers to prepare him.

"Hope you're ready, babe," Carson said roughly as he removed the condom from its wrapper and expertly slipped it on. He used his hands to hoist Kurt higher up against the wall and lined himself up with his entrance, pressing into him firmly and quickly. Kurt screamed out his approval, digging his heels hard into Carson's ass and pushing him forward.

"Fuck… harder… fuck me…." Kurt begged, and Carson felt a thrill course through his veins at the sound. This was Kurt begging for him, moaning for him, wanting him to fuck him senseless. Not Sebastian or anyone else. Him. And Carson was more than happy to oblige. He started thrusting into him hard, angling his hips so that he could hit his twin's prostate with every stroke. Apparently, it was working, because the unearthly screams and curses and shrieks that were coming out of Kurt's mouth as he pulled Carson's hair were loud enough to echo throughout the room as Carson kept up his steady pace.

"Harder… please… uuuungh, harder, fuck…:" Kurt begged, and Carson did his best to comply, even though he already was thrusting hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls. He could feel the tight coiling in his stomach that indicated pending orgasm, and he wrapped one lube-slicked hand around Kurt's throbbing erection, which up until then had been pressed pitifully between their bodies, neglected and swollen with need. It didn't take more than a few strokes of his hand to match the rhythm of his stuttering hips before Kurt was writhing, arching his back and screaming as his cock pulsed and came into Carson's waiting hand.

The clenching of Kurt's muscles around him was entirely too much, and Carson felt himself follow Kurt over the edge, moaning loudly as he came between their bodies. All his strength left him when his orgasm, and he felt his knees buckle as he and Kurt slid to the floor and landed in a heap with a soft thump.

"Oh god," Kurt breathed out, curling himself around Carson's body and shivering as he held onto him.

"That was an intense fucking quickie," Carson replied, struggling to catch his breath. "Good thing we didn't do it on the couch, though. I know how to get jizz out of a lot of fabrics, but there's no way in hell I'm paying for damages to that ugly thing."

Kurt snorted. "Ugh, I need a shower."

"Mmm. Wait, don't go yet," Carson protested when Kurt started to get up.

"Carson Phillips, are you asking me to cuddle?"

"No," Carson said quickly. "Just, um… it's cold. And you're warm and… stuff."

Kurt gave him a knowing smile and settled back down to wrap himself around him again. "Sure."

"Seriously."

"Serious cuddles."

"Fuuuuck youuuu."

"You just did, honey."

Carson sighed, trying to hide his smile.