Chapter 1: How It Happened

Kurt was no longer the baby penguin he once was. He hadn't been since Regionals last year, when he met Sebastian.

Sebastian was a member of one a rival show choir from Capital High called the VIP's. Sebastian was decent looking and had been the first person to take any interest in him (mishap with Karofsky aside) and Kurt had loved the new attention. Sebastian had spent every moment they saw each other backstage at Regionals flirting with Kurt, and before they left they had exchanged numbers. The next day, Kurt got a text message.

From: Sebastian

Hey, sexy. You up for some fun tonight?

Upon reading the message, one of Kurt's eyebrows shot up on his forehead—partly from surprise, but partly from intrigue—before he tapped out a reply.

To: Sebastian

I don't know. Possibly. What, exactly, did you have in mind?

From: Sebastian

Wouldn't you like to know? C'mon, baby, you can trust me

To: Sebastian

I'm not so sure about that. You seem like the guy parents warn their children about.

From: Sebastian

Ah, but aren't they the ones who have the most fun?

To: Sebastian

I wouldn't know

From: Sebastian

Why don't you come tonight and find out

Kurt bit his lip, considering what to type next, before he took a deep breath and replied.

To: Sebastian

ok...fine. Why not?

From: Sebastian

That's the spirit! I'll get you at 9:30

To: Sebastian

9:30, Sebastian? Really? Not gonna happen. My dad wouldn't let me out of the house at that hour with a boy he didn't know in a million years.

From: Sebastian

who says he has to know?

Kurt fidgeted uneasily as he re-read the message. Sebastian obviously wanted Kurt to lie to his father, but Kurt wasn't sure he could do that. He wasn't even sure he could trust Sebastian. Where were they going that late, anyway? What were they even going to do? The voice in his head piped up then, saying Seriously? This is a one-time thing. It won't even matter. I'm not going to get drunk or do anything stupid. I'm young, this is the first time I've ever been invited to do anything people my age normally do. It's fine. Just this once.

To: Sebastian

Alright. I'll just tell him I'm sleeping over with Mercedes or something. Pick me up at her place?

From: Sebastian

great. Send me the address and I'll get you. dress hot, we're going clubbing

Clubbing. In Lima. Really? It didn't sound promising. Nonetheless, Kurt was ready to try something new. He coordinated with Mercedes, got dressed in his usual clothes, packed his clubbing clothes, some pajamas, and a change of clothes for the next day, and headed out.

"Dad! I'm going to hang out with Mercedes today. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok, bud. Have fun."

It wasn't a total lie. He was going to spend the day with Mercedes—whose parents were (conveniently) out of town—hanging out the way they usually did until he had to get ready, and Sebastian was going to pick him up to go clubbing. Mercedes offered him a place to crash if he needed it, though he wasn't sure he would, and then he would be home and see his dad tomorrow. Technically, he hadn't lied. He had only left some parts out. Nevertheless, Kurt still felt a bit guilty and nervous about the whole thing.

It had been a nice day with Mercedes, and he had forgotten about the nerves up until it was time to get ready. Kurt had never been clubbing, and had no clue as to what to wear. This was a big problem for Kurt. He had ended up deciding to go with something simple. He was clad in skintight black jeans, Doc Martens, and a silver (not gray, but not glaringly armor-like silver. Perhaps more of a gray with a sheen) button down shirt. He figured the jeans and shoes were a given, and the shirt was a bit flashy but not over the top and would be easy to adjust to fit his environment since he could button or unbutton it to create a different feel. Objectively, the outfit looked good. Sexy, even. He had already texted the address to Sebastian and now all he could do was wait.

Sebastian arrived and they made their way to Scandals, where Sebastian gave him a fake I.D. and they strode up to the bar. Kurt had been surprised that there was a gay bar so close to him, and even more so that it was a fairly good one. The music was good and he ended up losing track of how many drinks he'd had. He danced for a lot of the night, Sebastian grinding on his ass behind him on the dance floor, and before he knew it, he and Sebastian were panting and groping each other as they stumbled their way to the car. Sebastian hadn't had nearly as much to drink as Kurt had—in fact, he'd barely had anything to drink at all—so he drove them to a nearby motel. Apparently, he already had a room, but Kurt really wasn't thinking about anything other than how good it felt to have Sebastian's body pressed to his and how much he wanted more, needed more, NOW.

They pawed at each other as they made their way to the room, Sebastian closing the door behind them and steering Kurt to the bed. Kurt was a bit scared, since he had never done anything physical with another boy before ever, but so turned on that he honestly did not give a fuck. Screw romance, he just wanted Sebastian inside him.

By now, they were lying on the bed, bodies pressed together and lips locked in a deep and dirty kiss as they moaned and rubbed together. Sebastian was on top of Kurt, tongue fucking into his mouth until he felt Kurt pawing at his shirt. They broke the kiss, catching their breath, Kurt continuing to tug at Sebastian's shirt.

"Off," grunted Kurt.

Sebastian looked at the boy beneath him with eyes full of amusement and dark with lust until Kurt spoke more forcefully.

"Clothes. Too many clothes. Clothes off now," he growled.

Sebastian, of course, readily complied with this request. Soon, they were lying naked against each other on the mattress, bodies covered with sweat. Sebastian buried his face in Kurt's neck, licking, nipping, kissing, and sucking all over it, pausing to lap at a spot behind Kurt's ear, then sucking a mark into the juncture between his shoulder and his neck.

"Fuck, Sebastian, so good...Seb...more!"

Sebastian jerked his hips forward, rubbing his and Kurt's cocks together and creating glorious friction.

"Again," panted Kurt.

Sebastian thrust his hips again. And again. And again. And as he continued to thrust, he watched Kurt unravel, the boy writhing and moaning beneath him more and more with each thrust.

"Seb...Sebastian...Sebastian, please."

Sebastian leaned down to kiss Kurt on the lips, dropping down to his jawline, then kissing his way up to Kurt's ear to whisper, low and dirty.

"Please what? What is it you want, you little whore?"

"Get inside me, Seb! Please!"

"If you insist, sweetheart," he said as he rose off of Kurt to grab condoms and lube from the bedside table. Kurt whined at the loss and extended his arms to reach for Sebastian to drag him back.

"Now, now, none of that, baby. Get on all fours for me."

Kurt hastily positioned himself as he had been instructed, wiggling his ass in the air.

"Good boy," grunted Sebastian as he coated his fingers with lube and began to trace the outline of Kurt's hole, teasing it a little before thrusting the entire digit into its tight heat.

"Fuck!" cried Kurt.

"Soon," said Sebastian with a smirk as he inserted another finger into Kurt and began to scissor his fingers inside Kurt. Suddenly, Kurt made a loud keening noise and began trying to fuck himself back on Sebastian's fingers.

"AGAIN! Please, please, please, again."

"Eager, are we?"

"Fuck you!"

"But aren't I the one who's fucking you?"

"If I were lucky," Kurt grumbled.

"Whatever could you mean by that?" Sebastian asked nonchalantly as he added a third finger, earning a strangled gasp from Kurt. "I'm fucking you with my fingers already. What more could you possibly want?"

"Your cock," Kurt whined, desperately. "I want your cock."

"I'm sorry, what was it that you wanted, exactly?"

"I want you to fuck me! Fuck my ass with your cock! Please, PLEASE just—oh!" Kurt stopped his desperate plea midway with a moan at the feel of the head of Sebastian's cock at his entrance.

"Such a slut. So desperate for my cock. Moaning like a whore, begging me to fill your ass, to fuck you. Such a needy, eager little slut," cooed Sebastian as he kneaded Kurt's ass, Kurt whimpering helplessly beneath him.

"You want it, slut? You want my cock in your ass?"

"YES!"

Sebastian wasted no time, lubing up and pushing into Kurt to the hilt in a single thrust. Kurt let out a deafening scream at the pain as well as the pleasure and the wonderful feeling of being full and after a moment began fucking himself back on Sebastian's cock.

"Fuck! More, yes, please, more!"

"Fuck, baby, so tight. So good and tight for me. Take my cock so well."

"Harder! Please, Seb, harder!"

Sebastian gripped Kurt's hips and began thrusting faster and more forcefully into Kurt, plunging his cock over and over and over into Kurt's ass.

"You want me to fuck you harder, slut?" Sebastian whispered filthily in Kurt's ear, nearly growling. "Fine. I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk. I'll fuck you so hard you'll still feel me for days. I am going to fuck you until you come so hard you forget your own name and scream so loud the whole city will hear it and know what a slut you are, know that you're my little bitch."

Kurt moaned and panted as Sebastian continued to pound into him, strangely turned on by his harsh words, and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure. He shifted slightly and suddenly Sebastian's cock was hitting right there and he keened with reckless abandon.

"THERE! Oh, fuck, fuck, Seb, right there, so good, gonna—"

With one more particularly forceful thrust from Sebastian, Kurt was coming, screaming and shaking with his release. Sebastian pounded into Kurt six more times before he, too, threw his head back in release. Once they came out of their post-orgasmic bliss, Sebastian pulled out of Kurt and they cleaned up and collapsed.

In the morning, Kurt woke up at Mercedes' house. Sebastian had dressed him in his pajamas and dropped him and his stuff off with Mercedes in the wee hours of the morning, telling her something about Kurt having had too much to drink and some bullshit excuse for having to get rid of him. In his bag, Kurt found a note that read:

Hey,

I just want to clarify something about last night. You're a pretty good fuck, but I don't do relationships. Thanks for the good time.

-Sebastian

The fucking bastard.

Fine, though. Kurt no longer had to stress about losing his virginity, he'd had a mind-blowing orgasm, he had a fake I.D. and now knew about Scandals, where he planned to spend a lot more of his time now. Now that he had experienced how good sex felt, he was determined to have as much of it as possible.

As for Sebastian, he was hurt, but also somewhat relieved. He didn't like Sebastian, really. Sebastian reeked of Craigslist. Sebastian had a stupid, smirky little meerkat face. Sebastian was unpleasant. And Kurt was much better off without him.

He kept going to Scandals from that day on, and alcohol and one-night stands became part of his usual routine. He managed to keep his secret life hidden from his father and his friends and he loved it. He loved Scandals. Sebastian didn't even come to Scandals anymore. It was Kurt's domain. Kurt liked going to Scandals and knowing that every man in the room wanted him. He liked being the center of attention. He liked feeling sexy. He liked dancing and drinking and being able to fuck any guy he wanted.

One night, the guy he wanted was one handsome Cooper Anderson. He'd been a refreshing challenge for Kurt, since he was straight, but Kurt had still gotten him in bed. Straight though he was, Cooper Anderson was powerless against the perfect ass, sultry eyes, and sinfully sensual hips of Kurt Hummel. That night, Cooper took Kurt home and fucked him senseless.

Kurt woke up in Cooper's bed the next day with a hangover. He didn't want to move, but he knew he needed water or something to ease some of the pain. Cooper was still asleep, so he got out of bed, pulled on an undershirt and boxers, and stumbled around what he now realized was a rather large and fancy-looking house until he found his way down the stairs to the kitchen. Let's see...Water. I need water. He glanced at the sink and noticed the filter on the nozzle. Good. Now I need the thing...that you, you know...put the water in...a cup! Where could I find a cup? Kurt looked around at the many cabinets around him in the well-equipped kitchen. Shit. This could take a while. Should I get Cooper? Kurt looked at the stairs and groaned. I think not. Okay, I can do this. I just need to...start. Kurt opened the cabinet in front of him and almost shouted for joy when he found it full of beverage glasses. Kurt went to grab one, but ended up dropping it on the floor. It landed with a crash and shattered to pieces across the floor.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he bent over to pick up the remains of the glass. Apparently, his basic motor skills had not yet returned. Once he had finally picked up all the pieces of glass, he straightened up to look for a place to throw them out. That's when he noticed him.

In the doorway of the kitchen stood the most gorgeous boy Kurt had ever seen.

The boy was a few inches shorter than Kurt, had beautiful hazel eyes, triangular eyebrows, defined features, a little bit of stubble, and an adorably messy mop of brown, curly hair. He was in pajamas, so Kurt couldn't see much of his body, but he could tell he was attractive and somewhat muscular, too, if his arms were any indication. Kurt didn't know who this boy was or why he was here but he didn't even care because WOW.

The boy looked at him sheepishly, seeming slightly unsure, before uttering a single word.

"Hello."