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A crash course in massage techniques and days spent kneading the backs of boozed out housewives and highly stressed executives at the Westerville country club wasn’t exactly what Kurt had had in mind for life after high school. Getting rejected from NYADA had sucked.A lot. He honestly didn’t understand how it had happened after Carmen had been so pleased with his audition. It had taken a while (months) to get over it, and even though he still wanted to go to New York more than anything, NYADA or not, that simply wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
Kurt was trying to be optimistic about the whole situation, to accept his setbacks with grace, but it was all incredibly frustrating. All he’d wanted his whole life was to get the fuck out of Ohio, his big chance had come along and things hadn’t worked out at all. A part of him wondered if the universe was trying to tell him something, if he’d been foolish to hope so hard for things that were never going to happen.
Kurt looked down at his watch and jolted when he realized that it was almost time for his three o’clock appointment. The client, Sebastian Smythe, was new to him, although he was a long time member at the club. Kurt frowned—that probably meant he was a lot older. He didn’t judge anyone of course, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy massaging nearly naked young men more than nearly naked old ones. For one, the young guys tended to be in impeccable shape, and couldn’t help but enjoy rubbing oil all over their beautiful bodies. He felt a bit like a pervert, to be perfectly honest, but Kurt consoled himself by reminding himself that he was only human.
Kurt also hated the way that older clients of all genders tended to hit on him, which was rather irritating since all he could really do was smile and be polite. He’d complained to one of his coworkers about it once but had been told that this was just part of the job; the clients poured way too much money into the club to get reprimanded for making a junior staff member feeling awkward.
Kurt looked at the ID photo in the file so he could know who he was supposed to grab from the waiting room and what he saw gave him pause. Mr. Smythe was clearly one of those guys who aged gracefully, because he really didn’t look like he’d been a member of the club for so long.
As Kurt continued to stare down at the semi-blurry photo, his earlier disappointment about his new client’s age faded away. He couldn’t help but admit that Sebastian was really quite attractive, age aside. He put the file away in a drawer and walked into the waiting room, scanning the dimly lit room. When he finally found Sebastian, his lips parted in mute surprise.
Although he’d been well aware that Sebastian was good looking, that ID photo really hadn’t done him justice. He was possibly the most attractive, well-dressed, sophisticated man Kurt had ever seen. He was glad Sebastian was busy typing away on his phone, because Kurt had definitely been staring and that was incredibly rude. And totally weird.
He cleared his throat as he approached the man and said his name softly to get his attention.
Sebastian’s eyes flickered up from his phone a moment later and Kurt completely forgot what he’d been intending to say next.
Sebastian had the most striking eyes Kurt had ever seen. They were green, sharp, calculating, and absolutely gorgeous. Everything about this man, from his undoubtedly expensive tailored suit, his designer watch and shoes, and his impossibly long legs was like something out of one of Kurt’s most glamorous wet dreams.
Kurt realized he’d been standing there too long without saying anything and shook his head to clear it.
“Are you ready?” he asked after a moment, trying to be polite and not stare or be really insanely creepy.
Sebastian’s lips curved into a smile that Kurt didn’t quite know how to label. His eyes narrowed a little, then swept down Kurt’s body, very slowly.
It seemed as though he was checking Kurt out, which was absurd. Kurt was skinny, and awkward, and wearing his work uniform (kakhis and a polo, ugh). But still, the way Sebastian was looking at him made Kurt feel hot all over. Honestly, he wanted to rip all of his clothes off or kiss Sebastian or something.
Sebastian’s mouth twitched a little, like he found something funny and wasn’t going to let anyone else in on the secret. It made Kurt feel like Sebastian knew what he was thinking. Kurt sure hoped not. That would only end in profound embarrassment.
Finally, Sebastian spoke. “I absolutely am.”
“What?” Kurt blurted. He didn’t even remember the last thing he’d said and had no idea what Sebastian was responding to.
Sebastian rose an eyebrow, and then his smile grew even wider. “Ready? For my massage.”
“Oh.” Kurt blushed and averted his eyes. “Right. Yes. If you would follow me, please.”
Sebastian stood up and Kurt was taken aback by how tall he was. Kurt had been ogling Sebastian’s legs earlier and had concluded from their length that Sebastian was tall, but he hadn’t been prepared for Sebastian to be at least four inches taller than him. That simple fact was much hotter than it had a right to be. Kurt remembered that he had a job to do and spun on his heel. He had to force himself to walk at a normal pace as he led Sebastian the short distance down the hallway.
He opened the door and allowed Sebastian to precede him into the room. Sebastian’s shoulder brushed gently, fleetingly against Kurt’s chest and he was so close that Kurt could smell him, and, fuck. Sebastian smelled so good that Kurt actually felt his mouth water. He swallowed hard and tried not to think about how ridiculously attracted he was to this guy he’d only just met.
It really didn’t help that the next thing Kurt had to say involved Sebastian taking off his clothes, but he took a deep breath and made himself say it.
“Please undress to the level of your comfort. You can start on your stomach and cover yourself with the sheet. Please take your time, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Sebastian nodded at him coolly, and Kurt backed out of the room, shutting the door and pressing his back to the wall outside. He looked at the clock on the wall, so he could know when he should try knocking on the door. Five minutes. Five minutes to calm the fuck down and get over himself and stop being so weird. He felt like his insides were melting, and his face was burning and for some reason his heart was beating a lot faster than it should. His hands were sweating, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how good Sebastian had smelled.
Kurt suddenly realized that he was getting a little hard, and he groaned in frustration. This was so not the time. He had a job to do and he really couldn’t afford to mess this up. Massage therapy was the best job Kurt could get right now, and he had a plan, just a few more years here and he’d have enough money to buy his way out of Ohio.
Unfortunately, none of these very serious thoughts did anything to cool Kurt’s arousal. He couldn’t ever remember wanting anyone so much in his whole life, not even when he’d had that embarrassingly huge crush on his friend Blaine for most of high school. Back then it had all been flowers and candy kisses, dreams of ridiculously romantic dates and hand holding, never anything like this. Sure he’d been attracted to Blaine, who he idolized and adored, but he’d never gotten hard just from being around him. This was ridiculous. He had to get a grip on himself, if only to keep from embarrassing himself over the next hour.
Kurt took a few deep, calming breaths and resolved to go in there and act normal. He glanced up at the clock and cursed to himself when he realized he’d been standing in the hallway far longer than he’d intended.
He turned quickly to the door and knocked on it, opening it just a little so he could be heard.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
There was a soft chuckle, then, “I should think so.”
Kurt had no idea why Sebastian hadn’t just said yes, but he entered the room and shut the door behind him. Everything seemed close and hot, somehow worse with the door closed and them alone like this. Sebastian looked insanely good laying there, just the hint of his upper back and shoulder visible above the sheet. His fingers literally itched to touch and he licked his lips a little. But he was acting normal, so he totally wasn’t going to stare. Besides there’d be plenty of time to do that while he was working on Sebastian.
“Is there anything you’d like me to focus on in particular?” Kurt asked. “Any problem areas?”
“My shoulders and lower back,” Sebastian answered. “Sitting in a desk hunched over a computer for hours each day really puts a strain on those areas.”
Kurt nodded, then remembered Sebastian couldn’t see him. “Of course. If there’s nothing else, I’ll begin.”
“Please do.”
Kurt approached the table, adjusted it a little to make it the right height and took a deep breath, hands hovering for a moment before he finally made contact. He pressed lightly at first, rubbing his hands gently down over the sheet to get Sebastian used to his touch. Usually, he stopped just below mid-back, but he couldn’t resist sliding his hands a little lower, to just above the swell on Sebastian’s ass. He quickly pulled his hands away and busied them with peeling the sheet back and tucking it around Sebastian’s hips.
He took a moment to appreciate the muscles in Sebastian’s back before reaching for the lotion and getting to work.
“How’s the pressure?” Kurt asked after a moment.
“Could you do it harder, please?”
Kurt put a bit more of his weight into his touch and bit his lip when Sebastian let out a little grunt. It was such a…dirty sound, even though this situation was completely innocent.
“Like that?” Kurt asked, his voice a little breathy.
“Yes,” Sebastian said. “That’s very good.”
Usually, his male clients didn’t talk much while he worked on them, so Kurt was a little startled when Sebastian spoke a few minutes later.
“You know, you never did give me your name,” he said.
“Oh,” Kurt said, laughing a little. “I’m so sorry. My name is Kurt.”
“Well, Kurt, you’re very good at this. You have much stronger hands than most of the other people who’ve worked on me.”
“My dad’s a mechanic and I grew up working with my hands, that’s probably why.”
Kurt could see the hint of a smile on Sebastian’s face as he replied. “Well, you have the softest hands of any mechanic I’ve ever met.”
“Thank you, I think.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment.”
Kurt really didn’t know what to say to that, partially because the way Sebastian’s voice had gone deeper had Kurt blushing again, and partially because the only thing that came to mind was ‘thank you’, which he’d already said. So he just kept working, and winced sympathetically when he reached Sebastian’s shoulders.
“You’re right, you do carry a lot of tension here,” he remarked as he attempted to work out some of it out by really digging in deep.
The added pressure had the effect of loosening the muscle, but it also made Sebastian make a number of noises that were really, really hot. Maybe if he could get Sebastian to talk again he’d stop making them.
“So, what do you do?” Kurt asked. He had a pretty good idea, Sebastian looked like a businessman or lawyer, but people usually talked a lot if you asked them about work, and it definitely would be better if Kurt spoke as little as possible during this hour.
“I’m a lawyer. Smythe, Sterling and Duval, perhaps you’ve heard of it?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said with a bit of a laugh. He’d driven past the building only a million times in his life, seen the ads on his TV since he was a kid.
“Well, it’s the family business,” Sebastian said lightly.
“Ah. Well, that’s a much more glamorous family business than a tire shop,” he commented.
Kurt couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. If there was a ton of extra money, Kurt could have just gone to New York even without NYADA.
“So, do you want to go into the family business as well?”
Kurt couldn’t stop himself from letting out a bit of a laugh. “No. I actually plan on moving to New York.”
“What for?”
Kurt wasn’t sure how to answer. He knew that most people would scoff at the idea of going into performing or fashion, so he really didn’t want to say that.
“Well, New York is a city where anything can happen,” Kurt said after a moment’s consideration. “It just seems exciting, and I’ve kind of always wanted to get out of here.”
“Guess we have that in common, then. I got the hell out of here the second I finished high school.”
Kurt hummed in response, and drew the sheet back up over Sebastian’s shoulders so he could work on Sebastian’s lower body. Fuck he’s fit… Kurt thought as he uncovered Sebastian’s legs.
Sebastian’s shoulders were shaking, and he was laughing and Kurt didn’t realize why until Sebastian said, “Why thank you. I run daily.”
“Oh, God…did I say that out loud?” Kurt asked, hands frozen on Sebastian’s ankle.
“You did,” Sebastian confirmed, his voice rich with amusement.
“Oh, God…I’m…I’m so sorry, Mr. Smythe,” Kurt rushed out in a horrified whisper.
He removed his hands and sank down on the stool that was sitting just to the side of the table. Sebastian pushed himself up on his elbows turned his head to look at Kurt. Kurt glued his eyes to the floor. No way in hell he was looking at Sebastian after he’d just embarrassed himself like that.
“I’m really, really sorry. If I’ve made you uncomfortable…I can get someone else, or get you a refund, or, or—“
“Kurt,” Sebastian said firmly. “Please, calm down. I’m not uncomfortable at all. I always appreciate a compliment.”
Kurt dared to peek up at Sebastian’s face, and when he saw that he was smiling, Kurt sighed in relief. It would have been really, really bad if he’d had to explain to his boss or someone else what had happened.
Kurt exhaled shakily. “So…Mr. Smythe…would you like to end here, or, uhm, what would you like me to do?”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Just finish what you were doing. And please, call me Sebastian.”
Kurt nodded and stood up. “Thanks for being nice about it; I do apologize—it was very unprofessional.” He spoke formally, trying to recover some of his dignity. It didn’t work. He was still totally embarrassed.
“Perhaps,” Sebastian conceded, “But I really, really don’t mind, given that I’ve been thinking the same things about you.”
The room suddenly felt very, very hot, and had the collar of Kurt’s polo gotten tighter in the past five seconds?
“I—I’m not sure what to say,” Kurt choked out. He’d gone from being turned on to embarrassed to flattered in a very short period of time and the constant flow of emotions was disorienting.
Sebastian’s shoulders shook as he chuckled deep in his throat. “That’s precious, considering that you’ve practically been drooling since you laid eyes on me.”
“Oh, God,” Kurt whispered. “I’m so sorry, I—“ Had he really been that obvious?
“Again, you need to calm down,” Sebastian said soothingly. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind that you like what you see. It’s quite flattering.”
Kurt nodded, still unsure of what to say or do.
“And you, Kurt, are a very attractive young man. Surely you know that.”
“Uhm,” Kurt knew he was supposed to say yes, but it wouldn’t feel genuine on his part. “I…”
“Believe me, you are,” Sebastian said. “There’s no way I couldn’t have noticed you.”
“Thanks,” Kurt whispered.
“Good. Now, there’s about twenty minutes left in this hour…let’s not waste them.”
“I beg your pardon?” Kurt knew his mouth was probably hanging open, but good lord, what Sebastian had just said sounded so…suggestive. Especially after the conversation they’d just had.
Sebastian laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re a very good massage therapist—I meant it when I said you had great hands. I’d love for you to finish.”
“Oh. Uh. Yes. Of course. I could do that.”
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then put his hands back on Sebastian’s skin, which seeming burning hot under his hands now. He made quick work of Sebastian’s legs, because he needed to make sure he got to the rest of Sebastian’s body before the hour was up.
He asked Sebastian to turn over, and stifled a gasp when he saw that Sebastian definitely hadn’t been lying about his attraction to Kurt. Kurt blushed and averted his eyes, hoping that if he didn’t look he could avoid humiliating himself for the millionth time this hour. Sebastian smirked at Kurt’s obvious embarrassment, but said nothing. He simply closed his eyes and let Kurt finish in flustered, but grateful silence.
It had been nearly two weeks since that day, and Kurt was starting to wonder if the entire appointment had just been a figment of his sex-starved imagination. It just didn’t make sense that a man that attractive would be into Kurt when no one else had been paying attention for Kurt’s entire life. If Kurt was actually hot enough to draw in a guy like that, he wouldn’t be a 19 year old virgin, now would he?
As much as the encounter had left him shaky, unsettled and unsatisfied, Kurt couldn’t stop thinking about. He’d gone home and jerked off at least twice after the appointment, and Sebastian had been the sole subject of his fantasies ever since. Thoughts of how that appointment could have ended if he were bolder consumed him. Images of them naked and twisted together always found their way into Kurt’s dreams.
But Kurt was probably never going to see Sebastian again, so he needed to get over it and let the thoughts fade away. Even if he did see him again, it wouldn’t be good. The temptation to try something he shouldn’t at work would be too strong, and Kurt really needed this job.
Kurt took a breath and rubbed his hands over his eyes. He’d missed his opportunity to get coffee at lunch and he was exhausted. He only had one scheduled appointment for the afternoon, and hopefully no one had called in while he’d been gone. A look at the appointment book made him sigh—someone had called and specifically requested him. He looked at the name and his throat went dry.
Well, fuck.
Of course Sebastian had booked an appointment with him right after Kurt had resolved to put him out of his mind. The afternoon both dragged on forever and seemed to go by too quickly as he waited for it to be three o’clock. As the hour neared, Kurt realized that the nervousness he was feeling wasn’t anxiety, but anticipation.
He was so screwed.
Even so, he’d been thinking of what he was going to say, how he was going to act perfectly normal and pretend that the last time had never happened. The only reason Sebastian was coming back was because he appreciated Kurt’s skills in the art of massage, and so Kurt was going to act like a goddamn professional.
It was decided, and he wasn’t going to deviate from the plan, not one bit.
In spite of that, Kurt had to force himself not to run out to the waiting room when it was time. When he saw Sebastian his stomach twisted up tight with want and his knees felt weak because, somehow, Sebastian was even hotter than Kurt remembered.
Sebastian looked up, and a slow, wicked smile bloomed across his face. Kurt felt himself blushing, but reminded himself of his plan.
“Welcome back, Mr. Smythe. This way, please.”
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow at his formal tone and neutral face, but pocketed his phone and followed Kurt down the hall. Aside from the smile and the eyebrow raise, Sebastian seemed content to pretend like that last massage hadn’t happened either. Kurt felt equally relieved and disappointed, but it was far easier this way.
The hour passed as planned, no flirting, barely any talking, just like it would with anyone else. Kurt slowly began to relax as he lost himself in his work, in miles of tanned skin and muscles that gave way to his touch. When it was over, he stepped outside to allow Sebastian the chance to get dressed, and once about 10 minutes had passed, he cracked the door open to ask Sebastian if he was ready to be escorted back out to the lobby.
To his great surprise, he was yanked into the room and the door was clicking shut behind him before he could even think to say anything about it.
Kurt stared at Sebastian in silent shock for a moment before he got his senses back. “Mr. Smythe, what are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.
“Making you a proposition,” Sebastian said, taking a step towards Kurt.
Kurt’s eyes widened as he took a step back. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me.”
Another step forward, and Kurt stepped back only to find that the door was blocking him. He had nowhere else to go, but if he was being honest, he didn’t really want to escape.
He pressed himself against the wall, and gasped as Sebastian invaded his space even more. Sebastian put a hand on the door next to Kurt’s head, and Kurt held his breath.
“So I’ve had this problem ever since the first time I saw you.”
“Uhm…okay?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Sebastian murmured.
“R-really?” Kurt stuttered. In spite of the butterflies that had taken up residence in his stomach, Kurt felt pleased that he wasn’t the only person who couldn’t get that appointment out of their mind.
“Mmm,” Sebastian hummed. “And I get the feeling you’ve been having the same problem.”
Kurt averted his eyes, and felt the tips of his ears burning. “I, uhm…do I have to answer that?” he asked shakily.
Sebastian laughed softly. “Of course not. But I know you have. I’m going to put this as simply as possible. I want you. I think we could have a really good time together.”
“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, even though he had the feeling he already knew.
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“Oh God,” Kurt breathed. “I…I can’t. I work here. You’re a client, and—- what are you doing?” Sebastian had begun to move closer, so much so that Kurt could feel the heat radiating off his body.
“I’m not going to tell anyone, don’t worry.”
“But, I…” Kurt felt his chest rising and falling far faster than it should.
“You’re breathing so fast,” Sebastian murmured, his voice low and gravelly in a way that only made Kurt’s breath come faster. “Do I make you nervous?”
“Y-yes,” Kurt breathed.
“Do I frighten you?”
Kurt shook his head. It’s just that I can’t think with you so close to me. He didn’t dare say that, though.
“Good,” Sebastian purred. “But I want you to be less nervous around me. Would it help if we had coffee sometime?” He stepped back and reached for his jacket.
One minute Sebastian was in kissing distance, and the next he was shrugging into his suit jacket and asking Kurt out for coffee. It was more than a little disconcerting. “It might,” Kurt said finally.
“Excellent.” Sebastian pulled out his wallet and pressed a crisp white business card into Kurt’s hand. He also took out his phone and gave it to Kurt to put his number in. “Now we have each other’s numbers.”
“Uh…yeah. We…we do.”
Kurt had no idea what to do now, and just stared at Sebastian, who was looking back at him, lips twitching in what was clearly a struggle not to laugh.
“Kurt,” he said gently. “The door?”
It took Kurt a moment to catch on, and he blushed when he realized that he’d been blocking the door in addition to staring at Sebastian like an idiot. “Damn it,” he swore under his breath. “I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be,’ Sebastian said as he opened the door.
Kurt made to follow him out, but Sebastian waved him off. “I’ll see myself out. It looks like you need a minute.” And with a wink that made Kurt blush even more, he was gone.
Kurt felt like he was going to throw up. For one, he’d never actually met someone at a coffee shop for a…well he couldn’t really call it a date, could he? His thoughts were interrupted when a coffee cup clicked down on the table in front of him.
“Hello, Kurt,” Sebastian said politely as he sat down gracefully across from Kurt.
“Uhm, hi,” Kurt managed after a moment. He took a long sip of his drink and hoped Sebastian would start talking so Kurt wouldn’t have to start.
Sebastian kicked off with a bit of polite small talk, but that didn’t last very long. Sebastian set his coffee cup down and folded his hands on the table in front of him.
“So, Kurt. I’m really glad that you decided to meet me for coffee. But you always seem so nervous around me, and I’d like to change that. So what can I do to make you more comfortable?”
“It’s just…you always look at me,” Kurt blurted.
Sebastian rose an eyebrow. “How could I not? Besides, people must look at you all the time.”
“Uhm…not the way you do.”
Sebastian’s head tilted to the side curiously. “And how exactly is it that I look you?”
Kurt turned bright red. “I…like…like you want to…tear my clothes off,” he choked out.
His words registered in his head and Kurt felt the embarrassment he was constantly feeling around Sebastian start to rear its ugly head again.
“Oh God…I can’t believe I just—ugh,” he groaned. he buried his face in his hands.
“Hey, don’t do that. You didn’t say anything wrong. In fact, I thought it was…very cute, really.”
Kurt peeked out between his fingers, and when he saw that Sebastian seemed to be telling the truth, he put his hands down.
“Much better,” Sebastian said soothingly. “Although, I think you should know that you’re absolutely right. Except that I want to do a hell of a lot more to you than tear your clothes off.”
“Why?” Kurt asked. Sebastian’s interest in him really didn’t make sense.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re fucking gorgeous, Kurt?”
Kurt stared down at his palms, tracing the faint pink lines there with his eyes. Finally he said, “I think you…I just don’t think I’m who you want.”
“I’m pretty sure I do want you. Why do you think I don’t when I keep telling you I do?”
Kurt rubbed sweaty palms over his jeans. He might as well tell Sebastian the truth. “It’s just…I’ve never ever…you know.”
Sebastian paused, then scratched almost unconsciously at his jaw. “You mean to tell me you’re a virgin?”
Kurt nodded tightly and fiddled with his coffee cup to keep his hands busy.
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’m really not,” Kurt said quietly.
There was another moment of silence and Kurt was sure that Sebastian was no longer interested and just trying to find a nice way to tell him that.
“Maybe I should go? I’m sorry to have wasted your time.” Kurt shifted to stand up, but Sebastian’s hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Don’t go.” He tilted his head to the side, considering Kurt carefully. “Do you really think that being a virgin is so terrible?”
Kurt shrugged. “It’s just—I’m…19. I feel like I’m a bit behind the curve, here.”
Sebastian’s eyes were sparkling, and it was clear that he was trying not to laugh. Kurt pulled his hand away, suddenly feeling very young and silly. Sebastian saw the change in Kurt’s eyes and his face softened.
“Hey, I’m not making fun of you. It’s just, you act like 19 is terribly old or something.”
“Well, it is,” Kurt insisted.
Sebastian shook his head. “It’s not, I promise you. There’s no prize for losing your virginity first. And most people’s first times suck because everyone is so young and clueless. But it doesn’t have to be like that for you.”
“What…what do you mean?” Kurt asked breathlessly.
A slow, lazy grin spread across Sebastian’s face, and he reached for Kurt’s hand again. He turned it over, his fingers playing delicately over Kurt’s smooth palms. The slight tickling sensation made Kurt shudder.
“Well,” Sebastian said, his voice a low, seductive purr. “I definitely know what I’m doing. I could make it so good for you.”
“Oh,” Kurt gasped. He’d been too busy being embarrassed about his virginity to remember that he was in this coffee shop with this man because Sebastian wanted to have sex with him.
“Well?” Sebastian asked. “Will you give me a chance to show you how good it can be?”
Kurt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You really still want to?”
His thumb was tracing distracting circles on Kurt’s palm and Kurt swallowed hard.
“Absolutely. I’d be lying if I said the idea of…teaching you wasn’t appealing.”
“If I say yes…how is this going to work?”
“I’m not going to invite you out to the car and get it over in the backseat if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Kurt laughed in spite of himself, and felt much calmer once the giggles subsided.
“This can work however you want it to,” Sebastian said. “I was thinking that you could start by having dinner with me this weekend.”
That gave Kurt pause. He hadn’t been expecting a dinner invitation, but he found that he liked the idea. “Okay,” he replied with a smile. “Dinner sounds really nice, actually.”
“Great.” Sebastian looked down at his watch, then back at Kurt. “I only have about twenty minutes before I have to get back to the office, but…why don’t you tell me something about yourself?”
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sebastian, said. “Something really deep and personal. Like your favorite ice cream flavor.” He winked, and Kurt couldn’t stop himself from laughing just a little too loudly.