Sebastian drained the last drops of liquid from his drink, the ice clinking against his teeth, before setting the glass down on a napkin.

After lifting a finger in the bartender's direction to indicate he was ready for the next round, Sebastian spun around on the bar stool and roamed the club with his eyes. The popped collar on his polo shirt showed off a bit of his chest and advertised himself to the men surrounding him.

There was still plenty of fresh meat to be had at Scandals, as Sebastian had only found the place three months prior. An unfortunate incident at his prior boarding school had necessitated a hasty, mid-semester transfer. He had been considering a transfer to Dalton Academy anyway, bored of his prior surroundings. Unfortunately, his coitus interruptus with the Mayor's previously virginal and closeted son in the backseat of his Corvette accelerated the process.

Sebastian's first priority, after moving into the Dalton dorms and signing up to audition for the glee club, had been to stake out the local hunting grounds. However, on this particular evening, nothing seemed to be holding his interest.

A clearly underage boy approached him, short blonde hair and bright, white teeth catching the light. Sebastian looked him up and down, then pasted a superior smirk on his face, raising a single eyebrow. The boy got the hint and turned in his tracks, departing for more friendly territory.

In the past, Sebastian would have hit that and hit it hard, possibly just in Scandals' well-worn and sticky bathroom, possibly in his dorm room. Maybe he would have kept him around and played for a few weeks, even. But that was before.

Before all of this nonsense about “feelings” started getting in the way of his prowling. It was highly unfortunate, to be sure.

The next round arrived, and Sebastian lifted it to knock back a large gulp. A certain level of intoxication could stop this introspection right in its tracks.

Besides, Sebastian rationalized, it was only logical that he lay off the hunt for a while. Ordinarily, he could juggle up to three “relationships” at once without becoming hopelessly entangled in drama and tears. But while attempting to juggle someone as thoroughly high-maintenance as Kurt Hummel, it made sense to limit himself to two.

Sebastian took a second healthy sip of his drink and squared off to rebuff yet another, even less-suitable suitor.

* * * * *

“Um, should he really stay in the room for this?” Sebastian asked.

“Warbler Blaine is our lead soloist, so even though he's not on the council he votes on all new applicants,” Wes explained patiently.

“But I'm auditioning for his job. He wouldn't exactly be objective, now would he?”

“Sebastian, you're just auditioning for a spot in the Warblers. You can't audition to be lead soloist. That's an honor you have to earn with hard work, dedication, and excellence,” David explained, frostily.

“So, I take it Curly Sue over there is afraid of a little competition?” Sebastian smirked.

“Not at all, I'm sure I'm up to any challenge you could possibly bring,” Blaine interjected in measured tones. “I hope you're at least half as incredible as you think you are, for the good of the group.”

“Impudent wretch,” Thad spat, “how dare you? Warblers, I say it's a waste of our time to even listen to him. If he can behave with such disrespect towards Blaine, he does not deserve the honor of wearing the Warbler insignia.”

“He'll be permitted a fair chance just like everyone else. However, Mr. Smythe, now that you've alienated the entire council,” Wes added, “you'd better bring it.”

Sebastian, smirked, straightened his tie and spun around so that his back faced the council. He crossed one foot over the other as he readied himself to dance. He had this.

* * * * *

Sebastian's phone buzzed as he settled into the driver's seat of his late-model blue Corvette. He lifted it to check his texts before starting ignition. He would have a few drinks and drive, and he would occasionally text and drive, but never at the same time.

From: Princess

Hey you. :) Did you finish your paper yet?

To: Princess

Just finished, I was headed out to get some ice cream. What are you up to?

From: Princess

I was watching a movie but I couldn't concentrate, so now I'm just thinking about you.

To: Princess

Sorry I'm such a distraction. Don't you have homework you should be doing?

From: Princess

Not unless you changed your name to “homework.”

To: Princess

Damn, baby, I guess I'm starting to rub off on you.

From: Princess

I thought you'd never ask. Come over?

To: Princess

Suddenly, ice cream seems a lot less interesting. I'll be there in ten.

Sebastian parked a block away from the Hudson-Hummel residence, cutting the distinctive motor and closing the car door carefully behind him. He walked the rest of the way, hands shoved in his pockets and trying to shake the fog of alcohol from his mind. He stood at the back door and pulled out his cell phone.

To: Princess

Come and get it.

After a few minutes, Kurt opened the back door, shaking with laughter and red in the face. With a soft squeak, he launched himself at Sebastian, wrapping his hands around the other boy's face and kissing him deeply.

Sebastian's hands curled around Kurt's waist as he returned the kiss, opening his jaw to dive his tongue into Kurt's mouth. After a brief struggle for dominance, Sebastian's tongue won out, and he thoroughly probed every inch of the slender boy's mouth.

Kurt moaned against Sebastian's tongue and pressed their bodies together. After a few more moments of heated combat, Kurt flicked his hips and thrust up against Sebastian's groin.

“Take it easy, there, Princess. As much as I like it, we need to move to a more private locale before you get carried away. I'd hate to have your dear father come after me with a shotgun,” Sebastian smirked.

“I don't know why you keep saying that. Have you ever actually seen my father with a gun?” Kurt replied.

“It's just that he seems like the type. Fully capable of protecting your innocence with firepower.”

“Little does he know that my innocence has been a lost cause for a while now, thanks to you Mr. Smythe.”

“Let's make sure your father never becomes aware of that little fact. So, your bedroom? Think you can keep quiet this time?” Sebastian teased Kurt's lips with a finger as he spoke, watching the slender boy melt under his touch.

Five stealthy minutes later, Kurt was face-down on his bed, stripped down to his boxers. Sebastian shucked his own clothing and climbed onto the bed, his erection bobbing proudly between his legs as he ran his fingers over smooth, pale skin.

He placed a hand on each round globe of Kurt's ass, then tugged the waistband of his boxers down and pried the cheeks apart gently, exposing his entrance, bright pink and twitching in anticipation. Sebastian lowered his mouth and lapped at the hole, sucking and kissing gently at first.

When Kurt began to pant and spread his legs further in response to Sebastian's mouth, he progressed to diving his tongue into the puckered hole, stiffening it and wedging Kurt open with wet strokes.

Kurt let out a soft moan, and Sebastian slapped his ass gently to remind him that he had to be quiet. Kurt stuffed the pillow into his mouth and whimpered.

When Sebastian pulled away to reach for the lube and condoms hidden in the nightstand, Kurt lifted his head and spoke.

“Bas? You make me feel so amazing.”

“I know,” Sebastian said distractedly, digging in search of cherry-flavored lube. His favorite flavor.

“I would love to make you feel amazing, too.” Kurt batted his eyelashes, going unnoticed by Sebastian in his hunt for the lube.

“I already feel pretty amazing. Actually, I'm amazing all the time.” Sebastian responded, his fingers curling around the elusive bottle.

Kurt giggled. “Bas, you're so cute. But you know what I mean, I want to do... that... to you.”

“Rimming. It's called rimming. Maybe someday, when you can actually say it without blushing, I'll let you try it. Right now, I'm busy. Sssshhh, bite your pillow.” Sebastian squirted lube across his fingers, then pressed his clean hand against Kurt's shoulder blades.

Sebastian slowly thrust his fingers into Kurt, rubbing the smooth skin of his back with the other hand. When Kurt had adjusted to two fingers enough that Sebastian could thrust freely, he twisted his hand to reach for Kurt's prostate. Kurt bucked his hips back onto Sebastian's fingers in response, biting the pillow hard and panting.

Still thrusting his fingers into Kurt, Sebastian leaned down to run his tongue along his perineum, then moved to suck Kurt's balls into his mouth. The delicate skin was smeared with lube, and Sebastian savored the cherry flavor as he thoroughly sucked around each testicle, then worked his way firmly down Kurt's perineum. The boy's muscles clenched tightly around Sebastian's fingers in response, then relaxed as pleasure continued to course through him and his arousal reached new heights.

Sebastian added a finger, thrusting into Kurt and opening him aggressively. Kurt began to moan into the pillow again, prompting Sebastian to bite down on the globe of his ass as a distraction. He grasped Kurt's thighs and wedged them further apart, plunging his tongue one more time into the depths.

Sebastian removed his fingers, then put on a condom. Holding Kurt by the shoulders, he entered him slowly, breathing hot breath onto the back of his neck.

As Sebastian built up a rhythm, thrusting into Kurt's hole, he braced his hand next to Kurt's head and reached around with the other to stroke Kurt's cock. He kissed the shell of Kurt's ear and whispered sweetly to him, pounding freely until both boys reached the point of release together.