Carson lay awake in his darkened bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the sound of traffic outside his window as he waited patiently for Kurt's signal. It was their routine now, sort of. That one drunken encounter the night they had first kissed had certainly not been their last. Not by a long shot. On the contrary, there had been many more just like it since then, albeit usually minus the influence of weed. They hadn't really discussed it, and Carson had no idea what to make of their new hobby that had quickly and very drastically changed the nature of their relationship practically overnight. Nor did he particularly want to think about it very hard, because he knew that, if he did, the overwhelming implications of it all would probably crush him. All he knew right now, and all he wanted to know right now, was that a nightly (and sometimes daily, as well) tangle of tongues and limbs had pretty much become the norm, that he was addicted to it, and that he didn't ever want it to end.

Ten more minutes passed, and Carson glanced impatiently at his bedside clock. It's already two in the morning, Kurt. Come on. I'm going to die of sexual frustration pretty soon if you don't-

The buzzing of his phone interrupted his thoughts, and he excitedly grabbed it, swiping the lock screen eagerly to read Kurt's text message.

Get your sexy ass in here, baby. I'm ready.

Carson didn't even finish reading the entire message before he was bounding out of bed and expertly turning his doorknob as quietly as possible to avoid detection. It was of the utmost importance that they were as silent as they could be during these little trysts. The last fucking thing either of them needed was being caught by one of their parents. Carson was pretty sure that he would be murdered, and that the grounding Kurt had received for his illicit tongue ring would look like a pleasant Sunday stroll down a garden path compared to what his punishment would be. They'd had a few close calls, but so far had yet to actually be caught. And Carson intended to keep it that way.

He reached Kurt's room in under three seconds, quietly tapping the door open without using the doorknob. He never had to use it, because Kurt always made sure to keep the door cracked open for him. He slid inside the room and carefully closed the door behind him before turning back around to face the absolute vision of beauty awaiting him on the bed. Kurt was sprawled out on it, clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and gazing across the room at Carson with an expression of pure lust in his eyes that was only made more dramatic by the dim lighting provided by the single desk lamp that Kurt had left on. He sat up eagerly when Carson looked at him, holding out his arms and making a grabby gesture with his hands.

"Get on me," he ordered, and Carson sure as fuck didn't have to be told twice. He was over there instantly, crawling onto the bed and crashing his lips against his twin's. He yanked his own shirt off as he positioned his legs on either side of Kurt's thighs and straddled him, moaning a little into the kiss when Kurt bucked his hips up. He'd already been half hard before he'd even reached Kurt's room, and the delicious friction against him and the feel of Kurt's warm, writhing body beneath him had him fully erect in seconds. He ground his hips down into Kurt's, biting a little at his twin's bottom lip before moving his lips over to place tiny nips and bites down the length of Kurt's jawline. He'd very quickly learned that this was the fastest way to really get Kurt going, and he was rewarded with a small gasp from his brother as he began licking and sucking the spot below his ear.

"Better keep quiet, baby," he whispered in Kurt's ear, catching his earlobe between his teeth as he did so. "We don't want to get caught."

"Stop trying to make me moan like a porn star, then," replied Kurt, throwing his head back to give Carson better access to his skin.

"Please, everything makes you moan," Carson retorted, moving his hips in slow circles and relishing the feel of the hard dick beneath his own that was barely contained by Kurt's underwear. He ran his hands across Kurt's chest, catching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which earned him a suppressed squeak from Kurt.

"Yeah, fuck you. It's time to play hardball," Kurt whispered, grabbing at Carson's waist firmly. Carson didn't even have time to think before he felt himself being flipped, and before he knew what was happening, he was on his back against Kurt's pillows, and Kurt was on top of him, straddling him in a reverse image of the way they had been positioned mere seconds ago. Carson rested his hands on Kurt's thighs briefly before they travelled back a little to settle on the swell of his twin's ass. He slipped them inside the thin fabric of Kurt's underwear, greedily kneading the flesh there and trying his best to keep quiet as Kurt kissed him hungrily. His tongue pressed against Carson's lips, demanding entrance into his mouth, and Carson granted it, shivering in delight when he felt the cool metal of Kurt's piercing contrasting with the warm writhing of his tongue.

"Mmmph," he moaned, bucking his hips up to meet Kurt's rhythm as he eagerly kissed him back. He was slightly disappointed when Kurt's mouth suddenly left his, but he forgot about it when he felt lips pressing into his jaw, and then down to the hollow where his throat met his chest, and then further down, where they settled over his nipple and sucked.

"Oh!" Carson cried out, biting his lip at the sensation. This was new. Neither of them had ever travelled below the neck before. Not with their mouths, anyway. There had been plenty of handjobs and fingers roaming everywhere they could reach, but this... this was a completely new experience, and Carson was eager to enjoy it. He struggled to control his breathing as Kurt worked his tongue, laving it over one nipple before moving on to the other, his piercing intensifying the sensation so much that Carson was afraid he wasn't going to be able to keep quiet much longer if Kurt kept it up.

This turned out not to be an issue, because Kurt only continued for another moment before moving even further down, and Carson's brain was a confused cloud as he felt Kurt kissing his way down his chest, down the flat expanse of his stomach, and even further down to rest just below his belly button. He felt himself stiffen more in his pants as it finally hit him where Kurt was. He glanced down, finding Kurt's mischievous blue eyes staring back at him from between his legs.

"Kurt?" he whispered, phrasing the name like a question because he honestly wasn't sure what the hell was going on here. What did Kurt have in mind? Did he want to...

The sight and feel of warm fingers hooking into the waistband of his pajama pants answered his question before his brain had even finished asking it. Apparently, yes. Kurt did have something below the waist in mind.

"May I?" Kurt asked, his fingers hanging onto Carson's pants as they lightly stroked the skin beneath them. Carson let out a breath and nodded. Yes. Kurt could do whatever the fuck he wanted, especially if he was going to lick his lips like that. He closed his eyes and gasped as Kurt swiftly pulled down his pants and the cool air of the room met his now exposed skin. He snuck another glance down between his legs, where Kurt was comfortably positioning himself as he looked at Carson's dick with wide eyes.

"It's so big," he said quietly, and Carson raised one eyebrow.

"You've seen it before, Kurt."

"Yeah, I know, but... I've never actually seen it this close-up," replied Kurt, leaning in close to it and giving Carson a few lazy strokes with his hand. His mouth was so close to Carson's erection that he could feel Kurt's warm breath on it as his twin spoke, and he had to bite back a moan at the sensation. Which turned out to be a hell of a lot easier said than done when he felt a tongue giving the head of his dick a tentative lick three seconds later.

"Fuck!" he gasped, looking down into Kurt's eyes, which were looking up at him from underneath long lashes. Kurt looked mesmerized, and the sight of him looking up at Carson while his tongue delicately traced the shape of the head almost made Carson forget his own name.

"You taste good," said Kurt in between licks, as if he were testing out a new flavor of lollipop.

"I do?" asked Carson.

"Well, ok, you don't exactly taste like a gourmet French dish or anything, but you're not unpleasant," Kurt clarified, wrapping his lips around the head and giving it a gentle suck.

"Oh my god," Carson breathed, overwhelmed by sensation as Kurt grew bolder and more daring with his sucking and licking. This was definitely new, and he liked it. A lot. He said a silent prayer to whatever god may or may not exist, praising the day that his twin had suddenly developed a wild streak and decided to get a tongue piercing. He didn't have any previous blowjob experience to compare it with, of course, but he was pretty sure that since his first one was involving a metal stud, anything else wasn't ever going to quite cut it.

"Feel good?" asked Kurt, popping off of the head with a smacking sound and beginning to pepper small kisses down the length of Carson's dick.

"You could say that," replied Carson. "Fuck."

"Excellent," said Kurt with a sly smile. He licked a long stripe up Carson's length, and then he lowered his mouth onto him, taking him as far inside as he could. Carson's brain was suddenly full of white noise. He thought maybe he gasped or moaned, but he couldn't really be sure, because he had literally lost the ability to do anything but feel. He could only feel and enjoy as Kurt began bobbing his head, slowly and carefully at first before picking up a somewhat sloppy rhythm. He wanted so badly to buck his hips up into the sensation, but thankfully he had enough control over his actions not to do that. He didn't want to choke Kurt, obviously.

"Ungh," he groaned, his hands resting in Kurt's hair carefully as his twin worked him over with his mouth. He threaded his fingers through the soft, brown hair, careful not to pull too hard. Kurt was very particular about his hair, and Carson had the feeling that doing anything unwanted to it was a bad idea, especially right now, with his dick in such close contact with Kurt's teeth. He gasped and bit his lip hard enough to draw a little blood as Kurt's mouth surrounded him, almost fully engulfing him in warm, wet heat. Between that and Kurt's soft hand delicately toying with his balls, he wasn't going to last very long. He could already feel an orgasm building in his gut, and it was going to be fucking huge.

"K-kurt..." he stammered out, unable to concentrate much on forming words while Kurt's piercing traced along the underside of his dick. "Fuck..."

Kurt popped off of him again and looked at him with a smile as he stroked him with his hand. "Gonna come?"

"Mmm-hmm," Carson replied, breathing hard.

"Good," said Kurt. He gave the head of Carson's dick one last suck and then began stroking him earnestly, his hand working at a fast and steady pace that was quickly bringing Carson where he needed to be. "Come for me, Carson," he said quietly, pulling himself up far enough to place his mouth back on Carson's nipple, and the feeling of his piercing against the sensitive skin was what did it. Carson moaned, arched his back, and came hard, pulsating in Kurt's hand as his vision went white and he almost forgot how to breathe. Kurt stroked him through it until Carson finally collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.

"Holy shit," he panted, vaguely registering the sight of Kurt giving his hand a tentative lick.

"Not that bad of a taste," Kurt mused as he reached into his night table drawer for a package of wet wipes and began cleaning himself and Carson off before pulling Carson's pants back up.

"Jesus Christ," Carson murmured. He lay there for a second, catching his breath as the haze in his brain finally began to clear. "That was... ungh."

"You're welcome," said Kurt grandly, scooting up to wrap his arms around Carson and rest his head on his chest.

"What about... shouldn't I... you?" Carson stammered, only just then realizing that Kurt's underwear were gone and that his twin was pressed against him completely nude. Holy shit, just kill me.

"Oh," said Kurt, biting his lip and looking embarrassed. "I, uh... already."

"You did?" asked Carson.

"Yeah. I just... sucking you off really turned me on, and I just..." Kurt trailed off. "In my underwear."

"Jesus," Carson breathed, catching Kurt's lips in a desperate kiss. "That's the hottest thing ever."

"Hotter than me sucking your dick?" teased Kurt.

"Well, ok. Second hottest thing ever."

"Fuck you," said Kurt, snuggling closer to him and kissing him fondly on the chest. "You really shouldn't fall asleep here, you know."

"I know," replied Carson, holding Kurt close. He didn't want to let him go yet. Not for a while. Or possibly ever.

"You should go back to your room and we should get some sleep. School," Kurt continued, yawning. "End of year exams."

"Yeah. School," agreed Carson.

"I don't want you to go yet, though," whispered Kurt.

"Me either," said Carson.

That was the last thing either of them said before falling asleep, still holding on to each other tightly.

The summer holidays started off on a decidedly spicy note, now that the boys had opened up a whole new set of sexual gates for themselves. Carson wasn't sure which he liked better, receiving blowjobs or giving them. On one hand, he very much enjoyed Kurt's mouth on him, especially with that damn piercing to enhance the sensation. On the other hand, it turned out that sucking Kurt off elicited the best moans of all out of his twin, and Carson enjoyed that just as much, if not more.

In short, it was a very difficult decision to make. So he was perfectly fine with continuing to conduct research to find the answer for as long as it took.

Of course, that wasn't to say that they spent every waking moment blowing each other. They did still have lives. Kurt had his friends and his piano lessons, and Carson had various money making activities to attend to and, one dark and gloomy day, a father-son outing to suffer through.

Strangely enough, it didn't start out as a bad thing. Carson had been in his room one afternoon, minding his own business and taking inventory of what he had to sell within the next week, when a rapping on his door startled him out of his concentration. He hid his products under the bed just in time to look relatively innocent when his bedroom door opened. He'd been expecting his mother, probably bitching at him to take the garbage out, but instead he was shocked to see his father peeking his head into the room.

"Dad?" asked Carson. His father almost never came into his room to find him, so he figured he must be in trouble for something or other. He waited patiently for Neal to start bitching at him, but to his surprise, his father just cleared his throat and cautiously entered the room.

"Hey, Carson," he said in an overly cheerful voice, as though talking to Carson in without sounding pissed were an extraordinary effort for him.

"…..Hey," replied Carson, wondering where exactly this was going.

"How, um... how are things?" asked Neal awkwardly.

"They're fine, Dad. What do you want?" asked Carson, getting right to the point. His father cleared his throat and looked at him.

"Well, um... ok, here's the thing," Neal began, pulling Carson's desk chair out and sitting down on it. "Most of the employees at the company are taking their kids to work tomorrow. You know, as sort of a career shadowing thing. I asked your brother, but he said he had a full schedule tomorrow, and he has that... that thing in his mouth, anyway."

"So you're asking your second choice son?" asked Carson. He was more than a little confused. This was the first time he could remember in his entire life that his father had ever suggested a father/son outing, even as backhanded as it was being presented. Usually he went well out of his way to either pretend that Carson didn't exist or to punish him for existing.

"Well, hey, you don't have to make it sound like that," said Neal uncomfortably. "When was the last time we spent any quality time together, hmm?"

"Never, Dad," Carson pointed out. "We've literally never spent any quality time together, and you suddenly want me to hang out at work with you? Do the other people at your job even know you have two sons?"

"Oh, come on," said Neal with a sigh, ignoring the question.

"Yeah, as fun as that sounds, I'm gonna have to pass," said Carson. He could just picture the day he would have if he agreed to go. He'd spend the whole time being free labor and having to pretend that his father was the best dad in all the land. Yeah, fuck that. He's literally never done anything for me, why should I do anything for him?

"Come on, Carson. Don't be like that," said Neal, sounding only slightly irritated. "I feel like I hardly know you anymore."

"Anymore? When did you ever know me?" asked Carson. "Seriously, that's a legitimate question. I genuinely want to know."

"Look, either come or don't. It's no skin off my ass," said Neal irritably. "I just thought this would be a good opportunity for us. You're not a kid anymore. You'll be leaving home soon enough, and we should make the most of the little time we have left before that happens."

"It would have been really great if you had thought about this sixteen years ago, Dad," said Carson quietly.

"Come on, son. Just do this one thing for me, hmm?" said Neal, offering Carson a small smile. "I'll even pay you, if that's what it takes."

Carson looked at him, blinking in confusion. Did he just call me "son?" He's never called me that. He's never called me anything except my name, or usually "Little Asshole," or "Pussy."

He tried to push down the faint, nagging feeling deep in his gut, the one that said "Maybe he's being genuine, here. Maybe he wants to actually act like your father for a change."

My ass, thought Carson. He hates me. I'm just a convenient second choice.

But... oh, fuck it. I'm not gonna turn down money.

"I'll be requiring the money up front," he said before he could stop himself.

"I thought you'd see reason," said Neal, getting up from the desk chair and smiling as he patted Carson on the shoulder. "Try to look nice tomorrow, hmm? Borrow something from your brother, maybe."

"Yeah, whatever," replied Carson. He watched his father cross the room to the door, which opened before he got there to reveal Kurt bounding into the room. Kurt stopped in his tracks when he passed their father on his way out, and his face instantly took on a concerned look.

"What was he doing in here?" he asked sharply. He shut the door behind him, crossing over to Carson and sitting down beside him as he placed an arm around him protectively. "Are you ok? What did he do to you?"

"It's fine, Kurt," Carson assured him. "It was nothing. Besides, if he tried to hit me now, he'd get hit right the fuck back. I'm not four years old anymore. No, he was just in here to ask me to go with him to work tomorrow. Which is all your fault, by the way."

"He what?" exclaimed Kurt, looking shocked. "Jesus, I wasn't expecting that! I didn't want to go, so I told him the sing along Sound of Music is tomorrow. I didn't think he would ask you!"

"Yeah, well, he did," muttered Carson.

"You said no, though, right?" said Kurt. "I mean..."

"Actually, I told him I would go," replied Carson smoothly.

"You... why?" asked Kurt, looking confused. "Honey, you don't have to go. I'll go for you. I will."

"No, Kurt, it's fine," Carson insisted. "He's paying me, anyway."

"He... what?" asked Kurt.

"He said he'd pay me. I'm not gonna turn down money," said Carson, trying to sound casual. He didn't want to voice what he was really thinking, which was that, deep down inside, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it to himself, and no matter how much he knew it wasn't really true, he was secretly hoping that maybe once, just this one time in his entire life, his dad was actually going to try to be... well, his dad.

And that the prospect sounded good to him.

The next morning found Carson, dressed in a nice outfit of Kurt's that wasn't too out there for his personal taste but which still made him feel very much out of his element, sitting beside his father in the car on their way to the mid-sized real estate agency that Neal worked for. Surprisingly, the morning had started off on a pleasant enough note. It was weird not having his father make any disparaging remarks about him at breakfast, but Carson supposed there was a first time for everything. Neal had only nodded in approval at Carson's clothes and continued eating his toast while Kurt gave both of them a curious look.

"Have a good day?" Kurt whispered in his ear before Carson left that morning.

"You owe me a blowjob later. Since it's your fault I got roped into this, and all," Carson replied casually.

"That depends. If one thing happens to my clothes, I'm never going near your dick ever again," said Kurt. "You be careful wearing that outfit. It's designer."

"Ok, ok, I promise I won't fuck up your clothes," Carson promised.

"Then I might consider sucking you off later," replied Kurt, kissing him on the cheek with smile.

Now Carson had been sitting in the car next to his dad in complete silence for the past fifteen minutes, watching the scenery go by and wondering if this had been such a good idea after all.

"So, what are we doing today, Dad?" he asked at last, in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence. He felt like he had to say something. He still wasn't even sure what the fuck he was even doing there, other than the fact that he was now thirty quid richer than he'd been the previous day.

"We're stopping by my office so I can file some paperwork, and then we'll be out showing a few houses," replied his father, keeping his eyes squarely on the road. "Maybe we can go to lunch somewhere later, how's that sound?"

Sounds foreign to me, thought Carson. Considering that you've never taken me anywhere in the past sixteen years, and certainly not to lunch. "Sounds great," was what he said.

"How about an Italian place? You like Italian?" asked Neal.

"Um... yeah. Yeah, that'd be fine," replied Carson. He couldn't explain why he felt the tiniest bit happy at the prospect, but then again, he couldn't even be sure that's what it even was. It could have been gas, for all he knew.

There were several more minutes of awkward silence, and then Neal spoke up. "How's, um... how's school?" he asked as he turned onto a side road.

"It's the summer holidays, Dad," replied Carson.

"Right! Right. I knew that. Um... what about girls? Hmm? You got a girlfriend?" his dad asked, and Carson almost choked on his own spit as he wondered how the fuck he was supposed to answer that question.

"No," he said at last.

"Ah, well. You're young. I mean, I had plenty of girlfriends at your age, but, you know. It's never too late," Neal replied.

Yeah, well, I don't have time for girlfriends, considering that I'm too busy sucking dick on a daily basis, thought Carson, biting his tongue. Specifically, your other son's dick.

They pulled into a parking space in front of an office building at last, and Carson eagerly undid his seatbelt and bolted out of the car, relieved to have something to actually do at last. He allowed his father to lead him into the building and did his best to look like a normal, well adjusted person who wasn't dressed in someone else's clothes and who didn't get freaky with his own brother on a regular basis.

I'm such a fucked up individual, oh my god.

"Hey. Phillips!" said a guy passing them in the hallway.

"Hey, Martin," Neal replied, waving.

"This your kid?" asked Martin, smiling at Carson.

"Yep," answered Neal.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt," said Martin, grabbing Carson's hand and shaking it vigorously. "Your dad talks about you all the time."

"I'm not-" Carson began, but Martin just kept talking over him.

"He looks just like you, Neal," he said with a smile. "Already taking after his old man, huh? Aren't you, Kurt?"

"I'm actually not K-" Carson tried again, but he was interrupted by his father's hand clapping over his shoulder this time as Neal let out a huge, fake laugh.

"He sure is," his dad replied. "Gonna go into the real estate business like me, Kurt?"

Is he fucking kidding me right now? thought Carson bitterly, the pieces clicking into place as he slowly began to realize exactly what the hell was going on here. He's not going to correct this guy. He's going to let him think I'm Kurt, because Kurt is the only son who matters to him, and Kurt was the one he originally wanted to come with him today. He felt sick to his stomach when he thought about what a fucking idiot he had been to think, even for a tiny second, that his dad wanted to actually spend time with him when all he really was to Neal was a convenient, look-alike Kurt replacement. In Kurt's clothes, for fuck's sake.

"Gee, Dad, I don't know if Kurt is going to follow in your real estate footsteps," said Carson in a fake, syrupy sweet tone. "You should probably ask him and not me. Hi, Martin," he added, turning to the guy in front of them and sticking his hand out. "I'm Carson Phillips. I'm Neal's other son."

"Oh," replied Martin, taking the offered hand and shaking it awkwardly. "I'm so very sorry. I didn't realize that Neal had two sons."

"I figured as much," muttered Carson. He could feel his father stiffening in embarrassment next to him. Good. Suck it. "He doesn't like to talk about me very much, for some reason," he continued. "I wouldn't talk about my other son either if I had spent his entire life trying to pretend that he doesn't exist."

"Oookay, we have to go," Neal said quickly, grabbing Carson firmly by the arm, hard enough that Carson could feel that there was going to be a bruise there later, and escorting him briskly down the hallway toward his office. He practically threw Carson inside and slammed the door behind them, glaring at him menacingly.

"Don't you dare do anything to embarrass me further today," he snapped.

"You mean like correct people who think I'm someone else?" Carson snapped back. "Were you even going to correct that guy? Were you going to speak up and say "Oh, this isn't Kurt, this is my other kid, Carson?" Or were you just going to keep your mouth shut because you only wanted Kurt with you today and I'm just a cheap, easy substitute?"

"Carson, we had a deal," said Neal through gritted teeth.

"What deal? The money? Here, fucking take it," Carson said, reaching into his pocket and retrieving the notes Neal had slipped him that morning, throwing them in his father's face. "I don't want it."

"Listen, you little shit, I'm trying to be nice to you today," his father practically spat. "If you can't act like a normal human being, then..."

"Then what? What are you going to do, Dad? Hit me? Lock me in my room with no light bulbs in the lamps tonight like you did when I was small? Go ahead. Try it. I dare you," said Carson dangerously. "I'd love to see you try to overpower me now that I'm a hell of a lot bigger and stronger."

They stood there for a moment, eyes locked on each other, and Carson waited for his father to do or say something. Anything.

"If you're going to be an ungrateful brat, you can just sit here in the office all day," Neal said at last.

"Yeah, no. Fuck you. I'm leaving," Carson snapped. He pushed his way past his father and hurried out of the office. He sprinted down the hall and out into the parking lot, and then he started running. He ran and ran, his feet on autopilot as he mentally beat himself up for ever thinking that this day could possibly be a good idea.

Goddammit, I'm such a fucking idiot. SUCH a FUCKING idiot. He never wanted to spend time with me. He'll never want that. He'll never want me. Neither of them do. Only Kurt. Kurt wants me. Kurt and Grandma, and that's all. That's all I have, and that's all I need.

He wasn't sure when he realized that his feet were taking him to the assisted living home. He didn't really think at all until he was inside the building and making his way down the familiar hallways toward Grandma's room. He figured at the very least he could vent his frustrations to her, even if she would have no idea who he was or why he was upset. It was better that way, he thought.

To his surprise, he was not Grandma's only visitor. Kurt looked up from the magazine he'd been looking through as Carson walked in the door, giving him a strange look.

"Carson? Why are you here?" he asked, sounding concerned. "What about Dad?"

"Dad's a... Dad didn't work out," Carson corrected himself, not wanting to swear in front of Grandma. He didn't want to get into details with Kurt, either. It would be even more humiliating than it already had been.

"You remind me of my grandson," Grandma spoke up, looking quizzically at Carson.

"I do, huh?" said Carson, smiling at her. "Why's that?"

"You're sad looking," she replied. "Just like him."

"Ah, well. Your grandson and I have that in common, I guess," said Carson.

Kurt put down his magazine and crossed over to Carson, gently leading him out of the room and into the hallway. "Talk to me, baby. Are you ok?" he asked softly, taking one of Carson's hands in his and rubbing his thumb across the knuckles. "What happened with Dad? What did he do?"

"I'm fine, Kurt. Really. I just... I decided that the whole thing was stupid," said Carson.

"But-"

"Kurt, I don't want to talk about it, ok?" said Carson. "Let's just... do you want to get out of here and do something?"

Kurt looked at him carefully for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, ok. Let's get out of here," he said, taking Carson by the hand and leading him down the hall. Carson felt slightly bad about leaving Grandma like that, but then he remembered that she didn't even know who either of them were.

"Life is shit," he said once he and Kurt were out on the street.

"I know, honey," said Kurt. "You wanna go "shopping?"

"Fucking bring it on," replied Carson.

Several hours later, the twins made their way back to the empty house, bogged down with many pounds worth of stolen merchandise as they headed upstairs. They dumped their treasures on Kurt's desk and collapsed together on his bed, their lips drawn together as if by magnets as they kissed slowly and tenderly.

"Mmm," murmured Kurt, darting his tongue out to lick at Carson's bottom lip. "You taste good."

"I taste like disappointment and shame," quipped Carson.

"Heeey," Kurt admonished him. "No, you don't."

"What do I taste like, then?"

"Sugar and butter," replied Kurt, kissing him again before wrapping his arms around him and settling himself so that he and Carson were laying down face to face. Carson leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's neck before sighing and settling his head against his twin's chest, basking in the comforting feeling of being held. He felt so safe in Kurt's arms, even though he would never say that out loud. He didn't think he had to, anyway. Kurt could probably feel it, judging by the way Kurt held him tighter and gently kissed the top of his hair.

"You ok?" he asked quietly. Carson nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. He leaned his head up, catching Kurt's lips in his own and kissing him softly. He could feel Kurt kissing him back eagerly, the slide of their lips against each other sending shivers down Carson's spine as their kissing slowly grew more intense and desperate. It wasn't very long before tongues were involved, each of them exploring the other's mouth as Carson felt himself being pulled on top of Kurt.

"Eager, aren't you?" said Carson, moving his lips over to nip at the skin beneath Kurt's ear.

"Always," replied Kurt, gasping as Carson went to town on his neck. "God, I love it when you do that."

"I know," said Carson cheekily, making his way down Kurt's jaw with tiny pecks until he reached the spot where Kurt's neck met his shoulder. He gave him an experimental nip with his teeth, and was rewarded with a loud moan from his twin.

"Biting is a thing for you, isn't it?" asked Carson, repeating the action to hear the delightful sound again.

"Apparently so," replied Kurt. "Uuungh... fuck... wait, let's lose the clothes." He gently pushed Carson off of him, and the two of them wasted no time stripping out of their clothing, although Carson needed a fair share of help.

"How the fuck do you undo all the buttons on this thing?" he complained, gesturing helplessly to his borrowed pants.

"You're such a boy," Kurt said with a sigh, helping him with expert, nimble fingers. "They aren't that difficult."

"They are when you're hard as a rock and ready to burst out of them," muttered Carson.

"Shut up," said Kurt. He had Carson out of the pants in no time, and soon enough Carson was back on top of Kurt and they were making out once more, now wearing nothing but their underwear.

"Mmm," Carson moaned, his fingers caressing every inch of creamy, soft skin he could reach as his hands explored Kurt's chest. He had no idea how his twin got his skin to be so soft, but he really fucking liked it. He reached for Kurt's legs and wrapped then around his waist, grinding his crotch into Kurt's and moaning at the sensation of their underwear-clad erections sliding against each other.

"Fuck," he gasped out, shivering when he felt soft fingers running down the length of his back. "What are we doing today?" he asked giving the other side of Kurt's neck a suck. "Shall I blow you first? Or you blow me? Or I just stay on top of you forever because holy shit," he added, grinding desperately against Kurt and chasing the delicious friction.

"Carson, um," said Kurt, gasping between words as he bucked his hips up to meet Carson's. "What if we... would you want to..." He trailed off looking up into Carson's eyes and biting his lip as Carson looked back at him, confused.

"Want to what?" he asked. Kurt looked at him for a second, and then he reached one arm to the side, expertly opening his night stand drawer one-handed and rooting around for a few seconds before retrieving two items, which he help up for Carson's inspection.

"Kurt, Carson breathed, his eyes widening as he looked at the condom and tiny bottle of lube in his twin's hand. "I... are you... do you really want...?"

Kurt answered him by surging up to collide their lips together, pulling Carson as close as possible as he kissed him hungrily. "I want it," he whispered in his ear. "I want you."

"Oh my fuck," said Carson, kissing him back as he took the items from Kurt's hand and began making his way down his twin's neck and chest with his mouth, stopping every few inches to plant a new kiss on the exposed skin. He licked his way down Kurt's stomach, stopping at his belly button and pressing his palm against the straining bulge in his twin's underwear.

"Hrrng," Kurt moaned, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up unto Carson's hand. "Take them ooooff," he whined.

"I'm getting there," said Carson, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Kurt's underwear and quickly pulling them down and off, tossing them behind him. He took a moment to just gaze at the absolute heaven that was a completely nude Kurt writhing and squirming underneath him with a flushed, perfect erection that advertised the fact that he was just waiting to be ravished, and Carson swallowed hard as it hit him that that was exactly what he was about to do.

Don't think, Carson. Don't fucking think. Just do, he admonished himself. He tentatively reached out a hand and gave Kurt's dick a few gentle strokes before he trailed his fingers down his balls and settled them slightly further down, pressing against the prize.

"Mmm," Kurt moaned, pressing himself back against Carson's hand, and Carson gulped, looking from his hand to Kurt's face and then back again.

"Kurt, are you actually sure that-"

"Carson, for god's sake, yes! I want to have sex with you, and I want to do it now," said Kurt. "If you want to, that is."

That was all the encouragement Carson needed. He leaned up to kiss Kurt, and then he resumed the task at hand. He reached for the lube bottle, carefully uncapping it and squeezing some onto his fingers.

"Hold that thought," Kurt said. He ran out of the room completely nude, and returned two seconds later, carrying a towel from the bathroom, which he spread over the top of the bedspread.

"This could get messy," he said, climbing back onto the bed. Carson barely heard him. He was still experimenting with the lube.

"It's cold," he said aloud, and Kurt chuckled.

"You're supposed to warm it up," he said with an amused smile.

"I know that," Carson muttered. He rubbed his fingers together to warm the lube up before gently pressing one slick finger up against Kurt's hole. He didn't do much except press, but Kurt gasped anyway. He'd watched enough porn and read enough articles on anal sex online to know what he was supposed to do, but he was hesitant to actually do it.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said quietly.

"You won't, honey," Kurt assured him. He settled back against the pillows and spread his legs, resting one hand on his chest and the other behind his head. "Go on."

Carson hesitated only a moment longer before finally plucking up his courage and slowly, so very slowly so as not to cause Kurt even the slightest bit of pain, began pressing one finger inside of him.

"Oh my god," he whispered. Kurt was overwhelmingly tight and warm around his finger, and Carson couldn't help but think that if his finger felt like this, then his dick was going to just...

"Oh my GOD," he repeated, gently sliding his finger in and out of Kurt, watching it disappear into him again and again. He was mesmerized. He forgot all about his horrible morning, and about how much of an asshole his father was, and how he was always going to be the unwanted child. All he cared about was here and now, and Kurt writhing under him, pushing himself down on his finger. All he cared about was how gorgeous Kurt looked, how the early afternoon sun streaming through the cracks in the blinds was dancing on his face and giving him an ethereal sort of glow.

All he cared about right now was how close he felt to another human being. And how wonderful a feeling that was.

"Put another one in," Kurt begged him after a few moments of this. "Please."

Carson obliged, sliding another finger in beside the first and slowly scissoring them inside of Kurt, feeling the tight opening slowly stretching from his ministrations. He still didn't see how he was going to fit a whole dick in there, though.

"Can... can you handle three?" he asked Kurt after a few more minutes, and Kurt bit his lip, nodding.

"Yeah... yeah, but go slow, ok?"

"Ok," Carson agreed. He lubed his fingers up more and then very carefully worked in three fingers, thrusting them in and out of Kurt's opening as his twin moaned and pushed down, trying desperately to fuck himself on Carson's fingers. Carson felt his dick practically bursting out of his underwear, and he couldn't wait anymore. He had to get inside of Kurt as soon as possible.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, and Kurt nodded, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he leaned up to kiss Carson hungrily.

"Fuck me," he whispered in Carson's ear, and Carson wasted no more time. He pulled his fingers out of Kurt, wiping them on the towel and yanking his own underwear down. He grabbed for the condom, unwrapping it with his teeth and clumsily rolling it into his throbbing erection before pouring a generous amount of lube onto it and slicking it up. Kurt pulled him down for another kiss, and then Carson was carefully lining himself up with Kurt's entrance, hesitating for a minute as he realized what he was about to do.

"I..." he began, but trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. He decided not to, and pulled Kurt's legs up around his waist before he began slowly sinking his length into Kurt's tight heat.

"Uuuungh," Kurt moaned, grasping onto Carson's shoulders tightly and screwing his eyes shut. "Ungh, slowly, please."

"Are you ok?" Carson asked, freezing immediately and looking down at him with concern. "Does it hurt? I can pull out..."

"NO!" Kurt exclaimed. "No, I just... you're fucking huge... just... take it very slow, ok?"

"O...ok," Carson said. He leaned down to kiss Kurt tenderly, being careful to only push himself in inch by inch until he was finally fully sheathed inside of him. He didn't think there would ever be adequate words to describe how it felt. It felt a million times better than Kurt's mouth ever had, which was certainly saying something, because Kurt's mouth was heaven. He almost forgot what to do after he was inside. He lay perfectly still like that for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling and wondering if he had somehow died and gone to some kind of fucked up heaven.

"Are you ever planning on moving, or am I going to have to fuck myself on your dick?" asked Kurt after a while, breaking Carson's reverie.

"Are you ok for me to move now?" he asked, and Kurt nodded eagerly.

"Yes. God, yes. Do it!" he ordered. Carson took a deep breath and slowly pulled almost all the way back out, leaving only the swollen head of his dick inside to keep Kurt stretched. He plunged back in, and the moan Kurt let out was absolutely sinful. He felt a shiver go through him as he began fucking into Kurt, slowly at first and then a bit faster until he'd picked up a steady pace, moving Kurt up the mattress with every excited thrust. Kurt was moaning loudly, and Carson hoped to god that their mother was still out doing whatever the fuck she was doing, because he was pretty sure half the neighborhood could hear Kurt's cries of ecstasy, not to mention the rhythmic squeaking of mattress springs and moans of pleasure from Carson.

"Harder!" Kurt screamed, pushing himself down to meet Carson's increasing rhythm. "Harder, harder... oh fuck," he moaned, digging his nails into the skin of Carson's back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... fuuuuuuuck," he wailed, and Carson felt a twitching beneath him as Kurt's dick pulsed and shot something very warm and wet against the skin of Carson's stomach.

"Uuuuuh," he groaned, losing all conscious thought as Kurt clenched around him. His orgasm hit him suddenly, like a freight train, and he swore he blacked out for a minute or two as he buried his face in Kurt's neck and rode it out and desperately gasped for breath.

After it was over, neither of them moved for a very long time. Carson didn't know about Kurt, but he himself couldn't move. It was physically impossible. All he was capable of doing was laying there on top of Kurt, breathing hard and feeling the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead as he struggled to regain some sort of coherent thought.

"Fuck," Kurt breathed out eventually.

"Yeah," agreed Carson. "Fuck." He gently pulled out of Kurt, removing the condom and tying it off before tossing it in the general direction of the trash bin.

"Are you ok?" he asked Kurt, laying down beside him and looking carefully into his face for any sign of regret.

"I'm more than ok," replied Kurt, turning to kiss him. "I'm wonderful."

"Really?"

"Mmm-hmm," said Kurt. "That was all I could have asked for and more from my first time."

Carson felt his heart skip a beat as he processed what Kurt had said. "Your what?"

"My first time," repeated Kurt.

"Wait a minute," Carson said, sitting up and staring at Kurt with wide eyes. "You mean I... you... you let me... but..."

"Well, yeah," said Kurt, looking confused. "Are you seriously telling me that you thought I wasn't a virgin? Jesus Christ, Carson, what kind of guy do you take me for?"

"No, it's not that, I just... I... whenever we did new things, you were always so... so knowledgeable and seemed so experienced..." Carson stammered.

"It's called porn, Carson," said Kurt with an eye roll. "And practicing blowjob skills on bananas and cucumbers. Although, I have to admit, it took me a while to be comfortable watching those movies. I couldn't get past thinking about their poor mothers."

Carson felt himself blushing at the thought of Kurt watching porn. "I just... I don't know what I thought, but... you wanted me to pop your cherry?"

"Yeah, I guess I did," Kurt answered with an amused smile. "Consider my virginity your belated birthday present."

Carson snorted. "And mine is yours, then."

"Great. Matching gifts," Kurt said, pulling Carson back down into a rough kiss. "Now, how long do I have to wait before we go into round two?"

After that day, there was pretty much no going back for the twins. Carson didn't know what the hell to call their weird relationship, and he didn't care. Sex became a daily and nightly routine, squeezed in whenever and wherever they could get away with it. Carson took to carrying lube and condoms around with him at all times, because Kurt was pretty much a sex monster now and you really never knew when he was going to decide he was horny. Carson always had to be prepared to be jumped and shoved into the nearest closet, or against the nearest table, or the nearest flat surface. No place was safe, not even the tent the two of them shared during one eventful weekend camping trip with Santana, Seth, and a few other people Carson had never met before and couldn't care less about. Carson had kind of hoped that they would take a break for that, especially considering that Santana had taken one look at them when she picked them up in her car and smirked.

"You two have totally fucked," she announced gleefully, and both boys had instantly turned tomato red.

"Shut up, Satan, we have not," Kurt snapped at her.

"Oh? Well both of you have definitely fucked someone recently. I can tell. And I'm pretty sure it was each other, because my psychic Mexican third eye is never wrong," she replied.

"Mind your own damn business, Santana," Carson muttered.

The booze had started flowing on the first night, and when he and Kurt were the last ones left awake, Carson knew it wasn't going to take much to get them going. Sure enough, before Carson knew what the hell was happening, Kurt was dragging him into their tent and straddling him, with his lips devouring Carson's.

"Want you to fuck me," he announced in a slurred voice, hooking his fingers into the bottom of Carson's T-shirt and pulling it up and off. "Want you to just have your way with me, ok?"

Carson didn't even protest. He and Kurt were both naked in record time, and he wasted no time pushing Kurt onto his hands and knees and preparing his dick with a condom and lube.

"You have to be quiet," he whispered. "Seriously, you have to rein in the screaming."

"I will, I will, just get in me... OH!" Kurt squealed when Carson buried himself inside. He grabbed hold of Kurt's hips with his hands and began rocking into him, pulling Kurt's body onto himself to meet his rhythm.

"Uh... uh... fuck... fuuuck... FUUUUCK..." Kurt moaned, his volume increasing with every thrust. Carson panicked, reaching one hand around to clap over Kurt's mouth as he continued fucking into him.

"You seriously can't hold it in, can you?" he whispered into his ear, draping his body over Kurt's back and thrusting as hard as he could while keeping his hand pressed firmly against his twin's mouth. Kurt moaned, the sound muffled by Carson's hand as they moved in tandem, and Carson sincerely hoped everyone was either asleep or drunk off their ass and didn't realize what they were hearing. He thrust into Kurt several more times and then came with a low moan, collapsing on top of Kurt as he weakly let go of his mouth and reached his hand in front of him, grabbing hold of Kurt's dick and stroking him until Kurt pulsed and came over his hand.

"We're gonna have to see about getting you a ball gag," Carson whispered into the darkness as they went about cleaning themselves up and fixing their clothes.

"Wanky," came a familiar voice from just outside the tent, and Carson felt his face flushing a deep scarlet red as Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Go away, Santana!" he hissed.

"You got room for a third person in there?" she asked. "I want some."

"I said go awaaaay!"

The first day of school arrived much too quickly for Carson's liking. He was usually stifled by school anyway, but now he had a feeling it was going to be absolute torture. He didn't want any part of a schedule that didn't allow for at least one hot sex session per day.

Fucking Year 11 is going to be such a cockblock, he thought irritably on the first morning of classes as he lay in bed and waited for Kurt to come wake him up. On the other hand, he thought, it would be a relief to be out of the house for the whole day and not have to listen to his mother's drunken tirades. She had taken to drinking a lot more over the summer as their father started working longer and longer hours (or so he said), and Carson was, frankly, getting more than a little tired of hearing her tearfully reminisce about what a difficult baby he had been.

"Wake up Carsey," said Kurt, bounding into his bedroom like a fireball and throwing himself onto the bed. "We've got school today."

"The fuck are you so happy about?" grumbled Carson. "It's school, not the circus."

"Poor baby sounds so cranky," teased Kurt. "You should get more than two hours of sleep a night, you know."

"How'd you guess?"

"Oh. cheer up. We can have our fun tonight," Kurt whispered, licking Carson's ear before getting up and running out of the room.

It was a long morning, and Carson was already exhausted by the time he and Kurt had set off for school. He hoped his first class would be something boring so he could space out and sleep a little.

"Hello, boys," said Santana cheerfully, giving them a huge smile as they walked up to her in their usual meeting spot. "Have a fun night?"

"Fuck off, Santana," Carson snapped. "What we do at night is none of your business."

"Just asking," she replied with a shrug. "You know, if you were to release a sex tape, I'd totally-"

"Santana!" Carson hissed. "Shut the fuck up before I yank out your hair extensions!"

"Well, well, well," said a voice from behind him. "That's exactly the same Carson I used to know when we were kids. He didn't have that extensive of a vocabulary at the time, though."

All three of them turned to see who had spoken. It was a tall guy with light brown hair and green eyes that glinted with mischief, and it took Carson a moment to figure out why he was so familiar.

"Sebastian?" he asked, the name suddenly swimming to the front of his memory. "Sebastian Smythe?"

"So you do remember me," said Sebastian with a grin. "Excellent. I was afraid I'd have to remind you of all those times we spent making mud pies as kids."

"What are you doing here?" asked Carson, smiling a little. Sebastian had been one of his and Kurt's best friends when they were younger, until the beginning of Year 2 when he and his family had moved away. The twins hadn't heard from him in years, and now here he was, standing right in front of them in the flesh.

"We've just come back from Paris," replied Sebastian. "I almost didn't enroll at this school, though. I can't really stand the stench of public school after having spent so many years in French prep schools, but I thought it might be an interesting experience."

"Ah, well. This school sucks, but you get used to it," said Carson. "It's good to see you again..." He trailed off when he realized that Sebastian wasn't even paying attention to him at the moment. He was too busy staring at Kurt, and Carson wasn't sure he liked the way Kurt was looking back.

"So," said Kurt, a smile spreading across his face as he looked Sebastian up and down. "Paris, hmm? France has been very, very good to you."

Sebastian's grin grew wider as his eyes raked slowly up and down Kurt's body. "I could say the same for you. You're definitely not a little boy anymore."

"That I'm not," said Kurt. "Vous êtes devenu beau."

Carson had no idea what the hell that meant, but he was pretty sure he did not like it. Especially not when Sebastian laughed and answered back, "Vous n'avez pas eu ce beau cul la dernière fois que je t'ai vu."

"Uh, hello?" Carson said irritably while Kurt giggled and blushed. "English speaker only here?"

"So sorry, Carson," said Sebastian. "I'll strive to be more considerate. Tell me, what's the morning routine here?"

"Oh, let us show you around!" said Kurt, looping his arm through Sebastian's and leading him into the building. Carson rolled his eyes and grabbed Santana by the arm, dragging her along as he followed them. It was going to be an interesting year, that was for sure.

I don't have the right to be jealous or anything, he reminded himself. Kurt and I aren't really an exclusive thing, right? I mean... well... I kind of wish we were, but I'm not even sure what he considers us to be, and... Jesus must everything be so complicated ALL the time?

English translations for Kurtbastian's conversation:

Kurt says "You became hot." Sebastian replies with "You didn't have that nice ass the last time I saw you."