Author's note:

1) Heeey! Sweethearts;) I'm back with a new chapter that continues directly with the previous (you should check it out if you don't remember). I don't like to keep you on hiatus – but let's be honest, if you watch Glee, you can't be even surprised.

2) I think I maybe promised some porny-porn, and this chapter is nothing than porn… enjoy then :D

3) I'm happy you like this story; it needs some more time before it could end and there is going to be a twist and turn with my beloved Swain.

4) And I got a note about Swain and his age in the relevance to Blaine and I want to share with my answer if anybody else was wondering:

About Swain, heh. I have plans for him, basically, he's a bitch, but not a pedophile. With the age - he was graduating when Sebastian started high school and I made Sebastian the same age as Kurt (because who could guess he was not in his graduating year?) - who had 19 in May and Blaine is one year younger though. So I see it that Blaine was 14 and Swain 18-19 when they started messing around, but yes, it still was wrong. But Swain didn't do it because of Blaine's age, but because it was his friend's little brother who was struggling with his sexuality, it was a challenge and he wanted to have fun. But yes, it was wrong

FYI: I write about 0 to 2000 words every week for this story, I have about 30k of material, I have the plot and basically also ending (if I won't come up with something different) I'm planning about 15k to add, so you can be assured I'm not going to abandon it.

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Chapter 7b

(PART 2)

Justice is done and Kurt is stripped naked, tossed on the bed, spread on his back and under Sebastian, who climbs over and settles on his hips, pinning him down. His first instinct is to pull away. He is aware of his nakedness, but more of his hardness. He lets out a broken moan when Sebastian leans back, situating his ass over Kurt's cock. He digs his fingers into Sebastian's knees, in his mind he has a clear vision of shoving him away embarrassed, but in reality he lifts himself and rubs against Sebastian. He should be ashamed of giving preference to his needs over searching his conscience. He is not that innocent anymore.

Sebastian lowers himself, sliding his erection along Kurt's and removes his hands from his legs, Kurt was probably hurting him, and pinning them beside Kurt's head. He swallows, but his mouth is dry, he would really appreciate Sebastian allowing him to drink before. Sebastian leans down to kiss him, but he turns his head away.

"Can we just… do it?" He says and blushes. Sebastian stares down at him and stops moving his hips.

"Just do it?"

"I'm not a girl, I don't need foreplay," he tries to say normally with a smile on, but the smile is false and nervous. He is freaking scared. He and Blaine… his heart misses a beat at that thought, the thing is Blaine never fucked him, it always took twenty minutes before he stopped nervously rubbing against his ass, asking if everything was okay before he would try to get inside, just the top and then back. In the end, most of the time Blaine spent outside of him, jerking himself off, afraid of hurting Kurt by being too rough and using an excessive amount of lube that, by the end of it, everything was just slippery and disgusting. That's why he feels like half a virgin now. He never had that mind-blowing sex. His dad told him that sex would expose him and make him vulnerable, on the other hand life taught him to hide his emotions and stay strong.

"You've pretty miscalculated me, sweet boy, we will do it, but my way. My freaking lazy slow way, that will drive you crazy. You can stop me if you are scared. You can stop me if things go off limits. But I won't stop because it's only strange or weird and you have doubts. I want to experiment with you, do you want the same?" He nods and before he can pull himself together, Sebastian is already on his feet and tugs Kurt up and from the bed.

"We are not going to have a full sex today."

"But-,"

"Instead we are going to deepen your experience."

"What do you mean?"

"I have some ideas." Sebastian's sudden enthusiasm is slightly terrifying, as usual. He takes some rope, which was tossed from the bed.

"Hands forward." Kurt moves his arms in front of himself without thinking and Sebastian claps his palms together and wraps the rope around his wrists in a tight bound. The end of the rope is hanging down and Sebastian takes it into his hand and he leaves the room, tugging Kurt with him.

"I haven't shown you the rest of the house, right? This is the best time for it. Do you want to see something?"

"Sebastian, I'm naked," Kurt groans, as if it isn't obvious. Sebastian kicks away their shoes blocking his way, grinning and without giving him an answer he opens the door opposite his room.

"We should clean the floor," Kurt suggests and disapprovingly scans the corridor.

"Later," Sebastian replies and steps in.

The interior looks spacious, simple and similar to Sebastian's, probably Swain's room, he considers. Even if they aren't much as brothers or friends, their personalities are quite parallel.

They are standing next to a couch, Kurt is lifting his eyebrows. Sebastian opens the top and inside Kurt can notice a decent amount of sex toys. He is blushing as he glances over dildos and vibrators, condoms, lubricants, handcuffs and ropes and of course some spanking and whipping tools too.

"Funny, huh?"

"I don't even want to know how you know about this. How come that he has a bigger collection than you?" He asks teasingly.

"Well, he has been extending it for years," he playfully bumps his shoulders against Kurt's. "Mine are all new ones." Kurt gives him questioning looks and he explains, "I had some stuff back in France, but… I left everything there…," he is lost in his memories for a second and smiles bitterly to himself before he continues, "but I bought everything new, when we two started meeting."

"You bought them all…?"

"Yeah…," he shrugs, "when we made that deal and everything… I was browsing the internet and ordered some stuff, for you," he confesses nervously and takes a glance at Kurt. He looks up as he reassuringly leans to his chest and Sebastian slides his arm along his side him relieved.

Kurt sums up how many things Sebastian has been keeping in his drawer since the beginning. He did buy it even when he couldn't know if Kurt would continue, as he could back out from the deal at any time. He doesn't want to think how lonely Sebastian had to feel, forced to offer Kurt money to make him agree; how disappointed and frustrated he sounded earlier, back in the woods, when Kurt has escaped, frightened, from him. He was awaiting him with a bathtub filled with hot water and candles, preparing the scene as he thought Kurt would like it, but he crushed all his imaginations and fantasies.

He hurt Sebastian. He doesn't like hurting people, especially the ones who care about him. Blaine on Sunday… He seemed to be more upset than sad. Sebastian presents himself as a selfish rich guy, uninterested in what other people feel, but it's just a mask. Like always.

"Tell me, who of you two is more of a pervert."

"He of course. He is into girls," he says laughing and takes out a pink bunny vibrator.

"Eww, take it away," he giggles as Sebastian brings it to his face, and Kurt runs around him, locking Sebastian's left hand behind his back, in which he holds the end of the rope, and stands far from him, where he can't reach him.

"Come back and lick the top," Sebastian commands now and takes one step closer. Kurt looks at him with a horrified expression and shakes his head.

"Lick it or you will get fifteen with this," he takes out a thin cane and gives Kurt a one sharp hit over the back of his thighs right under his bottom. It stings more than he expected. Sebastian drops the cane again and brings back the toy near to Kurt's mouth.

"Sebastian, this is…," he tries but Sebastian's eyes aren't negotiable.

"Inappropriate, off limits, wrong?" He offers.

Kurt feels encouraged enough and steps closer. "Dirty," he replies and sticks his tongue out and touches the top, fixing his eyes on his and smiles, preferably seductively. Sebastian tugs the rope and Kurt walks to him, the boy throws the toy back inside the couch, closes the top, and takes him into his embrace. They crush their naked chest awkwardly; Sebastian in haste wraps his long arms around Kurt's hips and attacks his mouth, taking him off balance. He doesn't have other options than to stick his hands between them and kiss him back. Sebastian groans as he runs his hand over his ass and brings him closer, their groins rubbing against each other. A moan escapes Kurt's lips when Sebastian teasingly runs his fingers between his cheeks, down to his balls and back up. For revenge, he bites into his lower lip; he feels Sebastian smirking and scratching him over his crack. He never thought he could be so sensitive on this spot. He presses himself closer to him, looking for some friction between their legs. Instead, Sebastian steps back.

"We're going." Kurt is dazzled, uncertainly walks after him, but Sebastian passes his room and goes towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" He is stunned and stands on his spot.

"Downstairs," he tugs again at Kurt's bound again.

"I can't go down like this, I'm…"…hard, he realizes and blushes. "I literally can't go like this."

"If you can't walk, you can always crawl, hmm?" He lifts his eyebrows and steps closer to him, Kurt covers his groin with his hands embarrassed, settling himself down and presses his lips tightly together.

"Move your hands aside, honey." Kurt shrinks and stiffs on his spot. Calling him honey with this voice is most of the time worse than a warning Kurt; Sebastian is slowly winding the rope around his palm while coming nearby, shorting the end and as a result lifting Kurt's arms.

"You do not hide yourself from me, I like watching you…," he fixes his shinning eyes with Kurt's and with his mouth inches away from him he murmurs, "and touching you," while he slides his other hand around the base of Kurt's cock and squeezes. Kurt closes his eyes when Sebastian's nails are gently brushing his soft skin; his moans are captured by Sebastian's warm lips, which are pressed against his own. The hand moves back and forth a few times, thumb rubbing his erected top and spreading his pre-cum around. He feels a sudden loss when the boy pulls back and removes his hand.

"Wait here," he says, drops his hands and leaves Kurt standing stunned in the middle of a hallway; while he disappears in his room for a short moment, before coming back and shoving something into his pockets.

Kurt whimpers frustrated, when the boy walks along, ignoring him and Sebastian only smirks at him, taking Kurt's leash back in his hand and leads them down the stairs.

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They are in a kitchen, Kurt's feet are cold from the floor, but his face is burning. It's exciting, slightly frightening, he is afraid that somebody can arrive at anytime and see them.

"You are so hot, honey, you need to chill down a bit."

"You aren't going to throw me into the pool, huh?"

"I have something better on my mind."

He pushes Kurt against the kitchen units, reaches for a small glass from the cabinet and then fills it with three ice-cubes from a freezer. He places it on the desk next to them and then cages Kurt with his arms, stepping between his legs which Kurt parts meekly. He really, really should be aware of how he happened to be standing naked in the freaking kitchen of the Smythe's family and staring into the sparkling eyes of a young man with the very same name.

Kurt squirms uncomfortable under the intense glare and looks away. Sebastian doesn't hurry; he slowly lifts his right arm and runs his fingers through Kurt's hair, scratching him behind his ear. It sends him shivering down the spine and he takes a nervous breath in. His bound hands are trapped between their legs. Kurt flinches again, unintentionally hits into Sebastian's erection and stiffs. Sebastian brings out a suppressed chuckle and arranges his groin right into Kurt's hands. Kurt is considering putting them away, except that is not going to be Sebastian's wish. Sebastian leans even closer, rubbing himself into Kurt's palm; he moves his head to Kurt's ear, lips barely touching his skin, and moans. Kurt blushes red immediately; his hands are shaking when he firms up the grip. His own aroused cock is caught between their legs, but without better friction his rising excitement causes Kurt to be frustrated now. He doesn't stop rubbing Sebastian with his palm as he moves his hips and strokes them pressed together.

"No," Sebastian pulls away and stands besides. "Be a good boy and focus only on me." Kurt nods, trying to hide a miserable sigh. Sebastian reaches behind Kurt to take out a one ice-dice and without a warning he brings it at Kurt's nipple. He jerks away violently, surprised by the cold feeling and glances up. Sebastian is sneering as he brings his hand back and presses the ice down, circling around his nipple, watching Kurt's face carefully. He cannot suppress a groan when the boy captures his other nipple with his fingers and squeezes it, staring into Kurt's eyes and running chilling paths over his skin. Kurt returns his intense stare, stuck between his body and the hard furniture; it's digging into his lower back. He understands his attempts, he's challenging Kurt to move away, protest – misbehave.

Sebastian fishes out another ice-cube and switches his hands, melting it over his other side, also rolling it over his neck or bringing it down, over his abdomen, going dangerously low. Sebastian takes the last one, it's already half melted, to dibs over Kurt's lips and pushes it in. It's refreshing; he sucks on Sebastian's fingers without asking. Sebastian then uses both his hands to slowly torment him; pinching and rubbing those, now little bit numb, nipples, making them nice and hard. The biting pain he goes through is much stronger than he expects to feel after Sebastian reaches into his pocket and runs something over his exposed skin, which Kurt recognizes as a clothespin unavoidable heading up his chest.

It sends an odd arousing sensations right down to his groin. Sebastian easily finds Kurt's lips and joins their mouths; their tongues are fighting for power in Kurt's beforehand lost battle. He doesn't mind. He traps Sebastian's tongue between his lips; he has to smirk to Sebastian's impatience and releases him obediently when Sebastian growls and attacks his mouth with a forceful move. Kissing Sebastian is fun and they continue until his lips and chin are itching, tingling from Sebastian's stubble. His unshaved face and masculine smell make him seem older and more desirable. He can't hold back anymore and his hands cup his aching erection, hoping Sebastian won't notice it.

But apparently he does and he is displeased, because he assaults Kurt's clamped nipples and squeezes down hard. Kurt cries out and his arms fly up, but he hits Sebastian's into his stomach with his elbow and the boy hisses in pain. Kurt turns into a stone; this is going to be bad. He swallows his 'I am sorry' after he receives a glare from Sebastian as he steps back pressing a hand above his abdomen. Kurt opens his mouth once again but he is interrupted before he even collects enough courage to speak up; Sebastian grabs his hands and drags him over the room to a small table with a little basket with apples in it, which Sebastian moves quickly out of his way, and presses Kurt down on his stomach, the edge bruises his bared hips. He manages to lift himself up on his elbows, whereupon Sebastian yanks his arms down and Kurt is swiftly sprawled flat over the table and cries out as his sore clamped nipples brush against the wood. Sebastian goes down and secures the rope around the single leg placed in the middle of a table.

"Crap," Kurt breaths out and after one last meaningless pull he quits his struggling and settles himself down into his position with arms pulled far forward, chest slightly hanging in the air and his forehead bounces against the desk. Sebastian chuckles in response while he replaces himself behind Kurt. He is still quiet, which is worse, because Kurt has no idea what is going to be next; although Sebastian's hand caressing his butt is kind of a big not-exactly-calming clue. Since he arrived here, things were keeping jumping up and down every few minutes and he would appreciate some certainty of what is going to happen next. Sebastian strokes his butt and lower back. Kurt wants to look over his shoulder but a strong hand turns his head back immediately and pins him on the desk with one of his cheek; Kurt goes down, closes his eyes and Sebastian hums approvingly above him.

Sebastian's hands are, unlike the previous situation, gentle and slow; Kurt actually doesn't keep his brain from turning off, he is only concerned about the possibility of Sebastian's family arriving home earlier, it keeps him awake, listening carefully to any strange noises. But the house is quiet. He shudders when Sebastian unexpectedly puts one hand onto his forehead and lifts his head a bit. A cooling silk fabric covers his eyes and Sebastian ties the blindfold around his head. For some time Kurt ponders if it is everything he took from his room with him, but he is ashamed to ask. And he senses he isn't supposed to open his mouth anytime soon. His brain is flowing, it feels like it's covered in fog, blocking the external world and bringing his whole presence into Sebastian's hands. He progresses to massage Kurt's shoulders and neck and stroking his soft hair. Kurt knows he is planning something, and he is going to punish him eventually, but when it comes, it comes.

Sebastian copies the line of Kurt's spine and doesn't stop his hand sliding down until he runs one of his dry finger across Kurt's butt hole and back up with a short, rough scratching contact with his nail on the over-sensitive skin. Kurt's heart makes a funny move when he hears as Sebastian licks his finger with a loud, obscene smacking sound and brings it back. He circle the hole with the wet tip against the tight rim once before pushing in. The motion is raw and forceful, his hands are still partly cold from the previous ice playing and Kurt uncontrollably clenches his muscles around it.

"It is a fascinating fact," Sebastian speaks up with voice low and rough, "how flexible this body part is," he turns his finger around and curves it along the bottom part of Kurt's inner side, pressing down and opening him. "It is not like a vagina, thank god, which loosens with time, gross, right?" Sebastian pulls the finger out, almost leaving him fully, but as if he changes his mind, he thrusts forward making Kurt squirm. "I could fist you," he repeats the move, "for a whole day. And after shorter time than you think, it'll get back into the exactly same proportions as before." He withdraws from Kurt and steps back, Kurt allows himself to exhale and he turns his head to the other side, cracking his strained neck. Despite Sebastian's attempts, he is quite relaxed and calm. The pain in his nipples is becoming dull and he doesn't have to avoid touching the desk with his chest and can spread himself as comfortable as his bounds let him. But he is not taking pleasure in thoughts about the suffering of blood flowing back in after removing the clamps. Sebastian is licking his fingers again and Kurt's feels embarrassed how it must taste. He teases Kurt again, circling inside and rubbing Kurt's sides, sending odd vibration over his whole body. It's an amazing feeling, but it's not enough. Like when you can get only one tea spoon of cake even you want to eat it all, but you can't to say anything. Like Kurt now, his pleads like more please; more die on his lips, because he can't bring himself for pleading, begging for this. It's just wrong. Sebastian is adding his second finger, he still doesn't use any lube, but he is careful with stretching him as much it needs. He senses as the boy kneels down behind him, taking his hand away, it's little bit scary and Kurt is not sure what to expect from this. His cheeks are parted and for a minute that feels like an hour, Sebastian doesn't move. He has to bring his face closer because Kurt feels a warm breath tickling him over his skin. Sebastian opens Kurt cheeks even more and… licks him. The first touch is short, just a tip and, encouraged by Kurt's low moan, he runs his tongue in wet lines down and back. Kurt's knees go weak and he reaches to grip the edge of table and breathes out in short trembling exhales as his chest is clenching wildly. This is something. Sebastian's tongue is strong and warm making Kurt such a wet mess under him when he digs inside his hole. Sebastian is seriously fucking his ass with his tongue and Kurt's is glad he spends such an amount of time with shaving and cleaning himself on a daily basis. Although Sebastian is taking an amazing care of him, he is not touching his hard erection, hanging under the table without any option of friction.

"Bas," he moans against his mind.

"Hmm," the boy murmurs but doesn't lifts his head.

"Baas, I want more," he whispers with face hidden between his arms.

"You want more?" He stands up and slaps him.

"I'm… please, can you…?"

"Oh, honey… Did you forget? This is a punishment and the best is yet to come – I'm not going to touch your leaking cock anymore today and you are not going to cum today."

Kurt hears Sebastian's bare feet flap over the room, a sound of opening a freezer door, some ice rattling and Sebastian coming back.

"This will cool you down. I'll be right back, honey," Sebastian says and slowly pushes an ice-dice inside Kurt. "Don't go anywhere." Kurt frowns at that, like he can go away anytime soon. He tugs at the rope experimentally… it's little bit loosened, but not enough, he can't move much. Sebastian gives him a playful smack on his butt before he paces out from the kitchen and up over the stairs, running down a few moments later.

"We have some unfinished business, don't we?" Sebastian asks, "what about you tell me how you are supposed to act when you arrive here."

Kurt's heart starts to beat quicker, he is going to be punished now; that's why Sebastian went upstairs.

"I-, I should-," he begins and his words are interrupted by a hit with a flogger on his ass. "Not should, but shall, hmm?" Sebastian growls above him. And here we go.

"Of course, Sebastian," Kurt grinds Sebastian's name between his teeth as the next strike meets with his right cheek. "I shall go to your room and wait there kneeling for you."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but running away and shoving me into a pool, it sounds little bit… hmm, out of line?" Sebastian brings his hand down again and again. "Nothing to say?"

"You asked me to correct you if you were wrong, I was only obligating your order," Kurt sneers shortly and whines after the next strong stroke and the ten others, it's getting worse. Sebastian keeps the hits quick and effectively turning his behind into pink burning skin.

"I ask again, how are suppose to act when you arrive?" He asks him the same question and drops the flogger on his lower back. Kurt uses the time to catch on his breath and loosens his tense body.

"I'm supposed to go to your room, kneel and wait until you say otherwise. I did wrong today when I overreacted earlier I should have dealt with everything more maturely."

"I'm glad you accept your reaction was exaggerated. I'm open to any discussion you need and everything is negotiable."

"Thank you," Kurt says even though he doesn't know what he feels thankful for. Sebastian leaves Kurt with his thoughts drifting which gives him enough time to collect himself. After the rope is not attached to the table anymore, Sebastian helps him to sit on the table instead and he is contently glancing at him behind his eyelashes after he removes the blindfold. Sebastian is still holding the flogger in one hand. He touches one of his clamped nipples and Kurt sighs at the unpleasant hit of pain.

"I think I can leave them little bit longer, as a punishment for the t-shirt I had to leave in the forest."

"Hey, and what about my shirt you ripped apart?" Kurt replies and bites his tongue.

"And now I cannot even be nice to you, like I wanted, after you hey-ed me so disrespectfully and I have to remove them in the more painful way."

"Bas, I'm sorry," he tries, "please?" Sebastian shakes his head. "Pretty please?"

"Raise your head," Kurt pleas him again, but Sebastian puts the handle under his chin. "I don't want to hit you in the face." Kurt whines and does as he's told. Sebastian lifts his arm in the air before he will bring it down and flicks off the first pin. Kurt breathes out and bows down, but Sebastian presses his fingers against the sorrowful spot until Kurt raises his back again. When the second clamp is gone Kurt delightfully accepts Sebastian's chest to lean against.

"You look exhausted," Sebastian murmurs and strokes his back while Kurt rubs his face against his shoulders in a nod.

"I'm worn out," he whispers and tilts his head to look at him. Sebastian's eyes are peaceful for the first time today and Kurt can't be more convinced that his month old decision was right and when he is assured that Sebastian is not planning to rush things, he can relax and enjoy this opportunity. He gets an unhurried kiss from the tall boy and he opens his lips for Sebastian's tongue to lick his way in. The sound of wheels scratching against stones in front of the garage interrupts them and Sebastian groans.

"Not now, parents," he mutters against Kurt's lips and Kurt giggles in answer. Sebastian steps back and Kurt jumps down from the table to follow him back to his room. They are laughing while running from the kitchen but Sebastian suddenly stops and stares at a picture on the wall.

"Hey, look at this painting," he tugs Kurt back.

"What? Come on!" Kurt calls at him and wants to run away before Sebastian's parents will see them.

"Brilliant, don't you think? All the colors…" Kurt manages to get rid of the rope finally and hurries up the stairs.

"You're a cheater!" Bas shouts after him.

"You're a freak!" Sebastian catches him in the bedroom. "We should clean the floor before-,"

"Sebastian! Why is mud all over the house!" The voice of Sebastian's mum resonates through the house.

"Fuck." Sebastian glances at Kurt. "Get dress." He says and hides everything in his wardrobe as Kurt jumps for his pants. He is examining his shirt as the doors are opened swiftly.

"Seba- Oh, Kurt… I didn't know it's you, I didn't want to interrupt… nice to see you again." She gets nervous.

"Nice to-" Kurt steps closer to answer but he gets interrupted.

"Kurt, you don't have to answer that. She is making a fun of you."

"Sebastian! I'm not. And you two should to cool down with anything you were doing, dinner is in an hour. And you," she points at Sebastian, "clean the floor!" She tries to sound authoritative, but they can hear her laughter as she shuts the door.

"Oh my god, what will she think of me…," Kurt sits heavily on the bed.

"She adores you,"

"Yeah, sure. She totally adores somebody who comes here every Saturday for a few hours to do inappropriate things with her son. On her kitchen table!"

"She doesn't know that. And really, my parents like you."

"Why do you think that?"

"It's nothing, they were just saying things. I'll go do the cleaning."

"Wait, wait, wait, what were they saying?"

"It's… you know, you're polite and from a good family… parents always say that." Sebastian is obviously nervous as always when his parents are involved, they are his weak spot. "And now I'm going before she'll get upset. You can take a shower or anything that will make you feel good." He suggests and hastily disappears from the room not waiting for his answer. Kurt breaks into a laugh and, still smiling, goes into the bathroom. A shower isn't such a bad idea, he feels sweaty but he changes his mind and opens faucets in the tub instead. He can fulfill Sebastian's plans with this at last. He gets naked before he sits at the cool edge and waits until the water reaches the top. Sebastian comes back and unsurely sticks his head into the room; Kurt left the door open; and then silently comes in.

"You want company?"

"Of course, I need somebody to scrub my back."

"Always humble, aren't you?" Sebastian teases and points at a spot at his feet. Kurt slides from the edge and goes down on his knees. Sebastian hooks his fingers at the waist line of his pants, pulls it down and dugs them away. Kurt licks his lips as slowly runs his eyes over the body in front of him. It is the first time he sees him fully naked like this and he loves the knowledge of opportunity he has in his hands - when they aren't tied backward. He raises his arm up encouraged, caused by the other boy's unexpected nervousness, and runs his palms over the tempting line of hair and tensed muscles above his abdomen.

"Where is your confidence now, Sebastian? If I had known you would blush like that, I would have brought my camera with me."

"And you are insolent now with your sudden latitude, don't forget you are still under my command and you could be punished in any time."

"As you command, Bastian."

"Good boy. Hands down." Kurt sits down on with knees pressed to the hard cold floor and places his hands behind his back watching Bas put a foot into the tub and settles on his back with closed eyes. After couple of minutes Bas – without even opening his eyelids – reaches an arm in Kurt's direction and the boy grips it. Sebastian pulls him close until he is comfortable leaning against his body with his head rested on the boy's right shoulder. Sebastian's chin is buried in Kurt's hair as he puts the right arm around his waist and let the other hand exploring the smooth skin on his chest.

"Bas, I'm really sorry for destroying everything today."

"Shh."

"Please Sebastian… let me say this. You have no idea how much I appreciate your patience with me. This all is new to me and despite how good it makes me feel I really wish to run away sometimes. I'm glad you stopped yourself before you would have hurt me more."

Bas places a butterfly kiss into his hair. They lie calmly for another fifteen minutes until the water gets cold. The bad of that day is forgiven as if it disappeared in the plughole with the draining water and they can finally brush off their worries from their shoulders.

When they leave the bathtub and wipe themselves with warmed bath towels, with heart pounding in his ears, Kurt leans to kiss him shortly to give him reassurance. He squeaks as Sebastian takes the openly-smiling and swirling boy into his strong arms, clumsily carries him into the bed and unceremoniously drops him on the sheets.

"And now, girl on fire, I'm going to show you what they taught us in District 4."

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After another twenty minutes of slow kissing, teasing and provoking, Sebastian stops to torment him and Kurt presses against his chest to enjoy a moment before they have to go down.

"Don't forget you are on denial," Sebastian reminds him while he strokes his hair.

"But it's just for tonight, right?"

"Well," Sebastian smirks and Kurt stiffs. "With our schedule we probably won't see each other until the next weekend."

"I have something to offer," he says quickly. It's not about him being too aroused to not being able to control it, but the constant bringing to the edge and turning down are playing with his mind and his body is urging him to finally finish the task.

"Keep talking."

"You know Finn, my brother, he is joining the army. Well, he actually did it. He left already. And my dad is also leaving tomorrow for another two weeks with Carol - she took off from work, which means…"

"Are you seriously saying you are going to be home alone for the next two weeks?"

"Uh-huh."

"You really took your time to say it."

"I didn't have much time for opening my heart. Things happened quickly."

"As I can see things coming, I'll probably come over at Wednesday, but until then you're on denial." Kurt counts quickly in his head and Wednesdays seems too far from today. Since he admitted he is prepared to give in everything, this waiting is going to be tough. He turns his head and licks Sebastian's neck while his hand slips over his thigh. Sebastian laughs when Kurt whines because Sebastian catches his sneaking hand.

"Maybe Tuesday could work. I need to ask dad, because of my work, maybe he'll give me a day off."

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"Hey, Kurtie, you look tired, Sebastian must have to really beat you in your tennis match. But you look marvelous in Seb's clothes." Swain pronounces with a huge toothy grin on his face the moment he spots them as they enter the kitchen where Bas's mum is finishing preparing dinner with Swain hanging around her back.

"Swain, be polite or get out of my sight." His mum says with lower voice and looks at him warily.

"I asked him about his health because I care about him. He is now like a part of a family, don't you think?"

"How thoughtful of you, thanks so much, Swain," Kurt says, his voice is dripping with sarcasm. Sebastian places a hand on his back and circles it around in a calming gesture. Sebastian's dad is the last one who appears in the kitchen.

"Hi, Kurt. It seems we are going to meet you every Saturday, right?"

"I guess, Mr. Smythe."

"Steve. I insisted."

"Okay, I'll try to remember, Steve."

"So… Were you playing tennis again? I've heard something about mud. But there is clay on the court."

"We went to the forest instead. For a walk, dad." Kurt cannot miss the dirty sneer Swain dedicates him and blushes red.

Over the dinner Swain is staring at him intensely, he gets nervous easily under his stern glare and almost spills his juice with his shaking hand. He glances at him when he drinks and Swain is licking his lips and lifting his eyebrows. If Sebastian notices it he doesn't show or say anything, only bounces into his knee here and there or gives him a smile. Sebastian's mother asks Swain to wash the dishes and Sebastian has to dry it and put on its place. They both mutter annoyed about not using a dishwasher, but she waves them off and adds that everybody in her house has to participate in household chores. Only Kurt is dismissed and he goes to Sebastian's room to fix his hair. He finds his pants and changes into them, but keeps Sebastian's shirt on. He is heading back down, but meets with Swain who is obviously done with his work and blocks his way to the stairs. He raises his head when Swain steps in front of him.

"Hey," he says absently and tries to sneak around the boy, but Swain winds his arm around his chest, holds him back and pushes him to the wall.

"You're in a hurry, Kurtie?"

"I'm going home," he points downstairs with his trembling hand and then presses against Swain's arm, but it doesn't move, only stiffens against Kurt's chest and Swain steps closer. "Let me go," he protests meekly.

"I want to look at something," Swain responds as if he didn't hear him and takes both Kurt's hands in front of his face. He observes them closely, massages his wrists with his thumb and Kurt knows now he is looking at the fading imprinting of his bounds. "Hmm, you have such a perfect skin color for this," he brings his lips to Kurt's wrists and kisses both of them gently looking up into Kurt's widen eyes. "I would pay for having a chance to tie you up into a hogtie. What do you think?" He pierces him with his eyes and Kurt gapes at him wordlessly, what is he talking about?

"Your body is too gorgeous not to be used properly. Did Seb tie you up so tightly that you couldn't move, but he only kept teasing you when you're squirming helplessly?" How in the hell he knows about them? Probably he has the same habit to dig into Sebastian stuff as the other Smythe.

"I am not interested in anything which is associated with you. Leave me," he clenches his teeth and pointlessly makes a try to push him away.

"From what I know, he didn't and that's a shame," Swain continues like Kurt didn't say anything and digs his elbow between Kurt's ribs. "But here's my offer and I can be very generous. You apparently don't have any problems to get paid."

"You're insane," Kurt spits out, he is fighting against him again furiously, but as Kurt doesn't have any strength in his arms, Swain easily grips both his wrist and shoves them to the wall next to his head and Kurt whines. "Let me go immediately, do you realize you're harassing me with your family downstairs?" He breathes out exhausted.

"Be a good slut and shut it," Kurt blinks at his harsh words; this is definitely crossing the line, "if you don't want your dad to get a tip to check your arms and ass when you arrive home." Until now Kurt was foolishly assuming he is just playing some weird game and doesn't mean it seriously. His mind flips back to Karofsky and his threats and violence, this cannot be happening again, not from Sebastian's own brother.

"You can't be serious. You don't even have his number."

"My mum does. And borrowing her phone is a question of few seconds," is a quick answer from him.

"How can you know about us? I doubt he told you anything."

"Don't underestimate me, I have my methods."

"Swain, don't do this," he pleads, "you're not an abuser. Let me go and I won't tell anyone. Sooner or later Sebastian is going to check upon on me." He is still trying not to freak out but stay rational. He is not actually going to hurt him, isn't he? To his relief, as if Sebastian was listening to his wish they both can hear a pair of feet coming closer.

"You should better not tell him anything if you don't want your dad to become suspicious about Sebastian," Swain whispers hastily before he releases him and disappears in his room. Kurt slowly leans for his phone he dropped when Swain confronted him and clumsily goes towards Sebastian who shows up on the top of stairs with a warm inviting smile and reaches for his hand. He quickly approaches the short distance and takes his hand, pressing to his side and gives him a kiss on his cheek.

"You did the dishes?" He asks quickly before Sebastian can comment anything.

"Yeah, it's done, I was also talking about Tuesday with mum and dad and they agreed, but I can't be late for work."

"No day off?" Sebastian shakes his head and makes a long face. "When will you arrive?"

"I'm planning go home after work, pack my stuff and come over, maybe about half past six?"

"Great, I'll make dinner."

"You will? That would be amazing. If you can cook, of course."

"My cooking skills are breathtaking."

"Not just cooking skills," Sebastian teases and gives a short kiss on the top of Kurt's head. They have left the house and are now standing next to Kurt's car. He leans his back against the driver's door and tugs Sebastian closer. He takes a huge breath of the familiar scent and winds his arms around his neck, allows himself to relax against him. He is still little bit worn out and trembling, but he feels he can trust Sebastian now. It's ironic, because a few hours ago he was escaping from him too, but nothing can be compared to the actual fear of Swain he felt. Sebastian presses his warm lips against Kurt's for a moment in a good bye kiss and then steps back.

"You should leave before I'll change my mind and bring you back to my bed," he grins genuinely. However, the smile Kurt returns is kind of sad, because he definitely doesn't want to go back and meet with Sebastian's brother again. Like ever again. If he's lucky, he can avoid their house for the next two weeks, it can't be hard to convince Sebastian to spend the whole time at his place, where they'll be alone. That's a pretty good plan when he thinks about it. He fishes his keys from a pocket and opens the car door. Sebastian nods at him and rocks on his heels.

"Everything is all right between us?" He asks and looks away.

"Yeah, sure," Kurt hurries up to soothe him, "we're good."

"Sorry for the bullshit he always says," Sebastian drifts his head towards the house, "he'll be gone by the end of June."

"Yeah…" Kurt swallows and hesitates. "He said something to me when I met him upstairs. That, uh…," he starts but stops. He can't say what happened, because what if the bastard actually writes to his dad? His dad would kill him or kill Sebastian, or at least ban him from seeing Sebastian ever again. "He was just commenting the tennis thing and making fun of us," he finally adds and Sebastian sighs. "But don't bother with him. Maybe one thing - can you keep him off your phone? I have a suspicion he is going to copy mine or dad's number."

Sebastian taps his sides. "No pockets huh, I left it in my room; well I hope he is not doing it right now. You have to tell me if he ever contacts you, okay?"

"Yes, of course. I will," he assures him.

"Good bye then."

"Bye," Kurt waits for a second to take a last look at Sebastian before he climbs in his car. It was standing under the sun for hours and now he's in hell of heat. Kurt turns on the air-conditioner after he drives off the Smythe's property and finally lets himself burst in tears.

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