Kurt

David Karofsky´s mouth was open, panting against the sheets of Sebastian´s huge bed. His hands were clutching a pillow and his head was being held against the mattress with strength although he wasn´t fighting it. The noise of skin on skin was still on rhythm; but it was getting faster and louder, mingling with pants and grunts from David, moans and laughs from Sebastian. The young lord was pressing David´s head to the mattress with one hand and holding his hips with the other, making sure David´s ass would be still up in the air and his cock away from the friction he wanted so much.

Kurt was certain that was why he was laughing.

That day, Sebastian´s morning exercise was sex with his father´s ward, David Karofsky. That day´s morning rituals were fucking David as hard as possible while frustrating him as much as he could. That day´s exercise was being performed with a planned and sadistic delay on pleasure for both men (maybe Sebastian wouldn´t let Dave come) and it was all Kurt could do not to scream.

Not only he had to be present in the room, looking straight ahead pretending to be part of the adornments, trying not to look directly at them; but also Sebastian was about to be late to break his fast with his guests: the Pierces and the Mottas. That would be rude and not befitting of the young man honored by the Tourney and the celebrations. And of course, it would be considered Kurt´s fault.

Everything Sebastian did wrong was Kurt´s fault. He was there to assure that Sebastian would do his duties well and excel at it. He was there to assure that nothing bad would ever happen to Sebastian Smythe. That was his job because Sebastian would never do it himself.

Proof of that statement: Sebastian let go of David´s head to hold his hip with both hands, he lifted his partner´s ass and held it steady so he could fuck him with slow, hard thrusts and circling his hips in the process, making the other boy whine his name in desperation. Sebastian was a tease, David was his toy and Kurt was his furniture. His furniture holding his ensemble of the day carefully folded, the furniture who prepared his bath and was now worried that the water was getting cold. Meanwhile, the guests were probably ready for breakfast and the guests of honor on their way down the hills.

Sebastian decided to be a compassionate friend, so he pressed David´s whole body against the mattress and they both finished off with violent thrusts that made the bed squeak and jump and the boys to cry out. In the end, they were a mess, tangled in each other on the bed, the sheets were half on top of the bed, half off. Sebastian stayed sprawled, boneless on top of David for a while. David was smiling, and Kurt couldn´t help but roll his eyes. Stupid little Iron Island boy.

Sebastian got out of bed, jumping in excitement, completely naked and beaming with sweat, facing Kurt.

“So, Hummel! What is our schedule for today?” He said ignoring David and the fact that Kurt was trying not to look directly at him and his nakedness.

“We are already late, my lord,” Kurt answered while watching a dejected (although trying to seem nonchalant) David Karofsky get out of the bed and handing Sebastian a velvet robe.

“That was not what I asked, Kurt,” Sebastian answered grabbing Kurt´s offer. He turned to David while lacing his robe and asked with a cool voice:

“Can you do me a favor and ask the girls to come and change the sheets, Karofsky? You ruined them all. Thank you. So, Kurt. Schedule. Just tell me.”

“Shower. Breakfast with the Pierces and the Mottas. They will be joining your Lady Mother and Lord Father. Mercedes will call us in half an hour. Then, my Lord will ride with Lady Sugar and the Pierce´s daughter through the camp...”

“All of the Pierce´s daughters?” Sebastian exclaimed throwing his arms up and making his robe open. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Not the two children. So it would be five. Lord Pierce said that Brittany does what she wants, so she is a maybe.”

“Seven gods!” the young lord dropped himself into a chair and waved his hand motioning Kurt to continue.

“And then, probably Lady Quinn Fabray and Lord Dalton would have crossed the hills and be at the castle´s door, my Lord.”

Sebastian seemed startled, Kurt was relieved he was still human, not a sex demon, and cared about something.

“So soon?”

 “This dawn they were on the top of the hills. I saw it myself, my Lord.”

“Both?”

“Yes.”

“Well, isn´t this wonderful?” Smythe said clapping his hand once and looking excited. Kurt couldn´t help but smile.

“Yes!” Kurt answered without thinking. Sebastian seemed surprised with Kurt´s reaction. He gave his servant a little tilted-head smirk.

Kurt cleaned his throat, deciding to ignore his error and the danger of Sebastian knowing he was excited about the guests of honor.

“So, my lord needs to take a bath, change into one of his new attires that we commended to the seamstress, take your breakfast, ride with the young ladies and greet the other guests.”

“We seem to be all right then. I´ll take that shower,” Sebastian said standing up and getting a sigh of relief from Kurt.

“Bring me Tom.”

Kurt gasped.

“Excuse me, my Lord?” he asked in disbelief.

“Tom shall help me with my bath.”

“How?” He knew it was a stupid thing to say, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Hummel, know your place, “ the young lord responded with an annoyed tone but still not looking at Kurt and this meant he just wanted to stop talking and carry on to the bathing and the fucking.

However, Kurt couldn´t afford to let Sebastian get his wishes.

“My place is to make sure my lord is ready and well presented in time to break his fast with his guest.” He started it. He couldn’t stop.

“Uh, I´ll be,” Sebastian was still bored.” Bring me Tom now.”

“My Lord. Tom never assists you with your baths.”

“Yes, Kurt, he does.”

“When you want someone to fuck you.”

Sebastian turned to face Kurt very slowly. He gave him, again, one of those mysterious smirks and tilted head, as if Kurt was something he didn´t comprehend (that wouldn´t be so far from reality, Kurt gathered).

“Yes, Hummel, you are right, and that doesn´t concern you. Serving me concerns you. Now, please, bring me Tom, I want his big thick dick assisting me.”

Kurt cringed.

“My Lord needs to be quick with his bath and dressing. Tom can assist you after the day is done. It will relax you, my Lord. I promise he will be here...” Sebastian gaze was now full of anger and frustration, but Kurt held it “Among others as... Well endowed,” he added.

“Hummel,” Sebastian started coming closer, his voice soft and deadly. “Let me explain something about your condition in this castle, or better saying, in your life. You are a servant and what servants do? They serve. They obey. And you are here to serve...”

Kurt didn´t let him finish his sentence.

“Your Lord Father,” he concluded with a cold voice.

Kurt knew Sebastian wouldn’t let this go unpunished, but he couldn´t give in. No one would help Sebastian if Kurt would tell them not to and Lord Simon would punish him if Sebastian were to be late for his morning meal and activity with his guests. So, there they stood: Sebastian on a velvet robe, glaring at his servant, his breast bursting with frustration. Kurt holding his Lord´s attire of green and silver, ready to be used to impress.

They held each other gaze for a long time until one of them gave in. But not without planning revenge.

Half an hour later, Mercedes came to call Sebastian and he was ready; dressed in a green tunic with silver embroideries and new black pants. His hair was styled in his favorite spiky manner with scented oil, his leather boots were shining. He did everything Kurt asked and did everything in time. However, Kurt was feeling miserable.

Sebastian´s two companions, David and Tom, were also ready to go with him to breakfast, Kurt trailing behind. They entered the hall where Lord and Lady Smythe were greeting Lord Pierce and his line of daughters. Six. Lady Brittany was missing, but Kurt had an idea of where she might be. Sebastian entered the hall attracting shouts of pleasure from Lady Sugar Motta (who seemed to find him delightful and funny although he couldn’t care less about her).

Sebastian turned to Kurt, a faux friendly smile, but Kurt could see the pleasure in his eyes. “You can go now, Hummel,” he said.” I will see you tomorrow morning and don´t forget to arrange that delightful relaxation night you promised me earlier.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Kurt answered dejected. He watched Sebastian cross the hall to meet big, fat, blond Lord Pierce, his walrus mustache and bright brown eyes. When Kurt´s eyes crossed with the green hard eyes of Lord Smythe and his lordship nodded him a permission to go, Kurt headed to the kitchens, feeling empty and defeated. He really needed to see Mercedes and her pies.

As he imagined, Lady Brittany Pierce was at the kitchens listening to Mercedes sing and kneading bread with her. Kurt entered silent and invisible as a ghost, sat at a stool and sulked until he was noticed. Brittany was the one who first did, promptly bouncing in his direction as soon as she spotted him.

“Kurt! I´m so glad you are here and not in that boring breakfast! Come, I want ‘Cedes to sing The Dance of The Dragons with someone and you are a great singer!” Lady Brittany´s soft voice was hushed and Kurt could barely understand her, but he did. That was a bore, because he didn´t want to please her.

“You are very kind, my Lady, but I don´t know if I am in a singing mood,” he told her.

Brittany pouted and Mercedes giggled while bringing him half a cherry pie.

 “Stop with the ‘My Lady’ thing,” Lady Brittany said with a childish whine.

Kurt couldn´t help but chuckle. “But Lady Brittany Pierce, you are a highborn lady, so that is how I should call you.”

“No! I´m just Brittany, or Britt. I actually prefer Britt. Call me Britt, it´s...” she squirmed awkwardly and Kurt and Mercedes giggled. “It´s an order.”

 It seemed really hard for Brittany to say the last part, so Kurt gave in.

“Of course Britt, if you wish so, but I will have to call you My Lady when we are near the other highborn, can we agree on that?”

Brittany smiled wide. “Yes! Yes, we can! Sing, now?”

Kurt opened his arms so Brittany could give him a hug. She was the sweetest and strangest of people. Not only highborn people, people in general. There was no one like Lady Brittany Pierce, and Kurt liked that characteristic, that uniqueness. Brittany has been on StormHall for barely a week and she was already fidgeting in the kitchens, helping making bread (she just loved kneading bread and Kurt couldn´t blame her, it was very therapeutic).

 She couldn´t remember Lord Smythe’s name or if he had children (every time Kurt came to the kitchens and complained about Sebastian she asked “Who?”), but she knew everything about Kurt and Mercedes, their singing habits and their little theater; and how Alicia loved to make little flowers out of sugar and caramel on her cakes and go to brothels to learn techniques from whores; and how Pyne, the stable boy, was in love with Alicia and would blush like a radish when she came from Gulltown talking about her knew knowledge (she also knew Alicia had no experience whatsoever).

Brittany never talked about Lady Santana or Lady Quinn, the women she was raised with, but she gushed for hours about the kitchens of Casterly Rock and the dungeons where she liked to live her adventures. Kurt was really fond of her and she was prone to give nice tight hugs.

“I´m still not in the mood, Britt,” he said making her grunt but still hug him tight.

 “What did Sebastian do this time, love?” Mercedes asked getting her hands out of the dough she has been kneading since he came. “ You, not in the mood to belt The Dance of Dragons with me? That´s really grave.”

 Kurt gave a big sad sigh making Mercedes roll her eyes. Britt was still trying to remember who the hell was Sebastian while cuddling against Kurt.

“Sebastian, - that´s the little lord, Britt, the son of Lord Smythe, the only one who still lives in the castle – released me from his services the rest of the day because I didn´t let Tom join him in his bath. When I tried to pretend he was being generous with me and decline the good he was making on giving me a day off, he just told me he don´t want to be embarrassed by having a wildling on his service and that I should be away from the castle the whole day. So, I should be going somewhere now and stay there when the guests arrive.”

The reactions to his sad tale were not what he expected. Everyone on the kitchen sighed with envy and Mercedes actually grunted and yelled “I WISH I WERE YOU RIGHT NOW!” Brittany jumped out of his lap and started jumping and clapping like the mad and adorable person she was.

“Let´s go to Gulltown, please, please, please, go with me, go with me. I can go to my father and ask Lord Simon if you can accompany me, and we can go to the ports and watch the whores dancing on the brothels and the sailors cursing and... And ...” Brittany was excited like a boiling kettle, Kurt was unsure if he was scared or delighted by that reaction.

“The mummers,” Mercedes decided to add to Brittany´s plans. “Please, you two, go see the mummers and tell me everything! The port is bursting with people now and the mummers came to the tourney, they will present there , in the middle of everyone and in the ports they usually invite people to sing and play with them,” Mercedes was out of herself from excitement, her eyes was definitely somewhere else, probably imagining all the wonders she was going to miss. “Please, honey, embrace that opportunity and go!” She added with a tone of dangerous threat.

 “But I really wanted to see Lady Fabray and Lady Santana!” Kurt whined.

Brittany stiffed and glared at Kurt with a serious anger that frightened him. Why were the girls so mad at him? “They will be here for ten days and I really don´t want to see them right now.”

“Why, Britt?’ Kurt and Mercedes asked in unison.

“Go with me to the port and I´ll tell you!” She answered with a mocking evil grin. Mercedes mouthed something that looked like “I will kill you if you don´t go” and went back to her bread.

 “Just go, love, “she said out loud in a sweet voice. “For me. Go and tell me everything.”

Kurt sighed and smiled at them. “Okay, girls, for my bright lady (and he pointed at Mercedes pretending to bow to her) and my common adorable girl.” and he looked at Britt making her jump on his lap again, giving a painful but very pleasing hug.