choirroom | it's nyc party time

"I still don't like him," Kurt whispered by Blaine's ear as they entered the club. It had been tedious so far. They'd gotten ready to go to a club, which Kurt felt he was dressed for perfectly and Blaine, under his expert guidance, looked amazing. He had talked him into the curls at least being slightly less restrained than usual, his clothes fit like a dream and he was so gorgeous that he wasn't surprised that Sebastian kept complimenting him and sneaking glances.

Not surprised, but perturbed. He was trying not to let it affect him but that was easier said than done. Sebastian's outfit was as uninspired as ever, he mocked any attempt of Kurt's to coax him into more club-appropriate wear. Whatever.

Here they were, walking into the club, Kurt's hand in Blaine's to make sure he wouldn't wander off. "I see Axel," he pointed out, pulling them that way. At least then he wasn't suffering alone.

"Hey," he greeted his ex with a smile, "Here we are. That's the friend I told you we'd bring. Sebastian Smythe." He gestured at Sebastian to introduce him. "It's his first time partying in New York."

Blaine knew that Kurt didn't like Sebastian, he had told him multiple times before and today. Not that Sebastian seemed to notice or care that Kurt clearly glared at him and gave him death stares whenever he tried to flirt with Blaine. Blaine had one mission today - no dancing with Sebastian. He wanted to show Kurt that Sebastian is and always was no threat.

Unlike Axel, who he begrudgingly greeted with a smile, trying not to make it obvious that he didn't like him. He tried, he really did, but he didn't like him.

"Hey, beautiful boy!" Axel called to Kurt as he hugged him and then slapped Blaine on the arm. Blaine was glad. He didn't want any hugs! Or maybe he did but only from Kurt. Axel turned to Sebastian and looked him up and down curiously. "Woah, baby face. You'll be a hit here. Watch yourself, yeah?"

"I will not, thanks." Sebastian shook Axel's hand and then looked around, curiously taking in the talent. He wanted to find the hottest guy and have sex with them - as funny as it would be to try and pull Blaine, he knew that ship had sailed. It was just funny to get under Kurt's skin.

"He's used to the bar back in Lima, so this is a very different arena." Kurt wondered whether Sebastian had any awareness of how easily people here would clock him as a small town boy, someone knew. Might mean he had more appeal, so whatever. He sat down by Axel, pulling Blaine down with him and wrapping an arm around his boyfriend. "We're here to show Sebastian around. Are you alone tonight?"

He looked around for any sign of people he knew Axel knew, but in the dim lights of the club that was hard to tell.

"Oh, I'm never alone. I always have friends. Though my pretty piper tagged along because I'm paying for drinks and he's angry and horny." As he always was. Axel shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his drink, looking at Blaine and Kurt snuggling. Aw. Blaine was still glaring at him. "Small town gay bars are boring. You'll have fun here."

Sebastian sat himself down and looked around, eyeing up some of the guys but not sure how he felt about the bar. The music alone was a mind fuck. "Woah." Sebastian mumbled as he heard some high pitched guys excitedly celebrating something across the way, dressed like weird 80s gays. "Looks like you found your people here, lady-face."

"Hey, we talked. No insults." Blaine insisted as he pressed his foot down on Sebastian's pointedly.

"Ignore it, baby. It's how he deals with how attractive he finds me," Kurt assured Blaine while putting a hand on top of Blaine's and petting it reassuringly. He did hate the way Sebastian talked to him and about him but inside here, it somehow lost most potency. When he knew what kind of look Axel was giving him. When he knew that Sebastian was right, there were a lot more guys in here that were like him. He wasn't alone and it had gotten better.

Hartley walked off the dance floor to stand by their table, putting a hand on Blaine's shoulder by way of hello and reaching for Axel's drink with his free hand, so he could down it. He was down to just a black mesh shirt and torn black jeans that had seen better days, but he was in a good enough mood, eyeliner slightly smudged. He got Axel's attention and signed quickly, easier than shouting over the noise. Did I leave my hoodie here and who is the new twink?

Axel was looking at Sebastian coldly, his protective instincts kicking in. Did he just insult his little Kurt? And like that too. He was about to give the kid a piece of his mind but Hartley had all but slid in next to him and his focus got thrown. You did, it's between me and Kurt. New twink is a cunt Blaine knows.

As Axel signed, Sebastian looked baffled and then almost laughed because had all the maturity of a child. It just looked silly. He looked over at Blaine and raised an eyebrow, talking quietly. "That nerd looks like a reject from some weird gay goth-rave video."

"Sebastian!"

"What, he's deaf, he didn't hear me."

Axel did. He turned his head and looked at the guy before looking back at Hartley. He is the worst. Homophobic. Gay. Axel punctuated every word angrily with his hands before turning back. "I heard you. Watch your mouth, buddy or we'll have problems."

"Oh no." Sebastian held up his hands with an annoying smirk. "My bad. Chill. It's all good."

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Hartley turned his head to look at Sebastian, mostly not wanting to miss anything else. He could imagine what he might have said based on Axel's reaction and, well. He was in a party mood, which was not always a good thing. He held a hand out for Sebastian, nodding towards the dance floor. "Did you come here to watch and laugh or to dance?"

While Hartley attempted to drag Sebastian off onto the dance floor, Kurt leaned against Blaine, but looked at Axel. "Is he going to ritualistically murder him?" He didn't sound concerned, just mildly interested.

"Dance?" Wait, he was being asked to dance by the deaf guy. Could he actually hear him? "I didn't bring a translator. Besides, I'm sure I could find someone more my sp--" Before he could totally reject Hartley, he found himself all but yanked once he held his hand out. He was mostly assuming they could shake hands but no, that was not where this was going. He shot Blaine a look and then shrugged, following the weird deaf guy.

"God, I hope so." Axel sighed as he watched Hartley drag that little shit away. "If he ever calls you shit like that again, tell me. I'll talk to him." Axel was not about to let someone get away with saying anything like that to Kurt. "You're perfect."

"Yeah, he is." Blaine said as he wrapped both arms around Kurt, not at all jealous.

"He's a self-hating gay, he always says things like that. I assume he's afraid that we may have things in common." Which they did, Kurt knew that. He assumed that Sebastian knew it too, on some level at least. "He's been trying to be less of an ass these days. To mixed results." Obviously.

Although right now he was dancing with Hartley just fine, which was maybe more due to Sebastian than Hartley. Hartley, who pulled Sebastian down enough to speak by his ear. "I can lipread."

So there was no translator needed. Also not for turning Sebastian around and grinding up against him from behind. That was all body language.

"He's one to talk, if he's trying to imply gay face." Axel muttered as he got to his feet and smiled down at his two favourite tiny gays. "I'm gonna go get us drinks, you guys relax and if you can spot him and Hartley, watch. It's always funny." He loved Hartley, he was always just so aggressive in his pursuit of assholes.

And he really was. Sebastian was thrown, this nerd was coming onto him hard and his voice was weirdly sexy but he didn't know if he was down to be ground on from behind. Usually he was the forward one, the one with the power - he was the best looking guy at Scandals. Which wasn't hard.

Sebastian spun around and pulled Hartley in close, pressing them close together as he ground up against him, trying to reassert some dominance. "You're not bad looking." The neg, as always. "For a guy like you."

"I'm hot," Hartley confirmed, looking at Sebastian and reaching up with one hand to cup the side of his face. Sebastian was cute and that attitude, damn. The accent alone, it was easy to pin down. He felt transported back a few years, only with a lot more experience and a whole different attitude.

So he pulled him into a kiss, hard and bruising, while pushing him back a few steps, not really caring whether others had to move to avoid a collision. He pinned Sebastian against the wall and pulled back, just so he could watch his face when he asked his question. "Do you want to see the backroom?"

He was hot. Sebastian couldn't deny that. And he just kept getting hotter.

And damn, could he kiss. He hadn't expected it. He was kissing back, struggling under the onslaught of tongue and teeth. It almost hurt but in a really hot, sexy way that he really hadn't experienced before. At the simple question, Sebastian didn't hesitate. He had been here for all of what? 15-20 minutes? And now he was going to fuck. That was what the backroom meant, right? "Yeah. Let's do it."

Someone who was as forward as he was and wasted no time? Perfect. He kissed back, trying to copy what Hartley had done. It was hot, he wanted to learn.

Hartley grabbed Sebastian by hooking one finger in a beltloop and getting some more fingers in his waistband already. He pulled him along behind him like that, heading through the curtain into the backroom. Where it smelled of sex, where the moans could be heard and some guys were already going at it. Hartley led them deeper into the place, finding a quiet corner and shoving Sebastian up against the wall.

He looked at him and undid his jeans for him, pulling them open while he watched his face. "Lacrosse player, right? Republican family. I don't need my ears to spot the prep school accent."

Shoving his pants trousers open, he had to smile. Of course. Boxer briefs. He palmed him through them, rubbing against him as he looked at his face again. "I used to go to school with closeted assholes so much like you."

Sebastian could hear guys moaning, the sound of flesh on flesh - they had backrooms here. That was amazing. He didn't have to fuck in someone's shitty SUV any more. This was going to make hooking up so much easier. He was going to fuck his way through the whole gay population of New York.

"Lacrosse, yeah. My dad is a state's attorney and a card carrying member of the republicans." Sebastian said, mostly to flex how much money he had. To him, that was definitely something good to lead with. Money made people hotter - it was a scientific fact.

Hartley's hand was against his dick and Sebastian moaned, trying to focus on what Hartley was saying. He frowned. "I'm not in the closet, man. I just don't tell my dad. Who wants to get disowned? This is better."

"Yeah? Is it?" Hartley kept rubbing him, shaking his head. Such a boy still. No wonder it was turning him down. "I remember it. I remember the guys with the slurs and the attitude. I remember sucking off the captain in the locker room and getting beat up by him the next day."

Fun times with closeted assholes, he'd been there. "Kind of hot. Had an appeal. Not as hot as when I fucked the waiter at the fundraiser my parents were hosting." He felt that one had a lot more appeal. "I don't give a fuck about the money you haven't earned."

He leaned forward so he could lower his voice. "I just want you to turn around. Now."

"You talk like it's a bad thing. You still got laid. Everyone looks out for themselves. You're either a shark or bait. You were bait, Harry Potter." Sebastian informed him, knowing that whatever he said, it was unlikely to stop what was happening. Hell, based off all he heard, maybe it helped. If he didn't look like a prep from his old school, they probably wouldn't be groping each other.

Sebastian looked him in the eyes once more, with that same irritating smirk, before he turned himself around. He put his hands on the wall to brace himself and he didn't even think to ask about a condom.

It was always more fun without one.

"Fuck, you're an idiot too." How was that fair? This little preppy twink was hitting all of his buttons. Hartley pulled Sebastian's briefs down so he could press himself against his ass, but yes, there was a pop of lube and then the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped, because Hartley wasn't an idiot.

He still prepped Sebastian as little as he could get away with, because clearly he wanted to get fucked hard. Then he was moving inside him, biting down on the side of his neck because he wanted to leave a mark. He always liked being remembered.

"Suck my dick, asshat." Sebastian shot back, knowing Hartley couldn't hear him but even so. He let Hartley prep him and braced himself, holding onto the wall. It hurt but in a good way, it was rough and hard and he felt those teeth again. Pressing into his skin, sucking against it. He was going to leave a mark.

Sebastian moaned but he wasn't sure if there was much point to moaning when the other couldn't hear. Usually he did it almost performative but here, he just did it whenever Hartley hit the spot. And he really knew how to. Jesus, he was never going back to Lima. New York was miles better. He turned his head back, trying to look at Hartley, to make sure he was enjoying it like he was. That he wasn't holding back. "Harder, I'm not a wuss."

"Shut up, asshole," Hartley suggested lovingly and then he kissed Sebastian again, as that seemed the best way to keep his mouth occupied while they were fucking. He moved his hand to jerk Sebastian off while he kept moving inside him, not looking to make this anything other than a hard and fast fuck. He just had decent stamina.

But Sebastian felt very good around him and eventually he ended the kiss to moan against his lips, rather loud himself as he reached climax.

Sebastian didn't take long after Hartley. He came harder than he had ever come before and he thought he'd had some pretty good lays before. He was panting, resting his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Holy shit. He wished Hartley would just stay inside of him, that they could regain stamina and immediately do it again.

Instead, he felt Hartley pull out. Which made more sense. He pulled himself together and turned around, looking at Hartley with wide eyes like he'd just discovered something incredible. "Fuck." Well, he couldn't give him too much. "You weren't half bad."

Hartley snorted as he sorted his pants out, then reached out to pat Sebastian's cheek. "You keep that up, asshole, and I'll fuck that attitude right out of your pretty face."

Certainly gave him something to work towards. Hartley looked at Sebastian, appreciative how he looked right after getting fucked. A good look on most, an extremely good look on him. "Are you still up for a dance or am I getting you a drink?" Might as well, he was the older on after all.

"A drink, I think. I should check in with the Olsen twins." Sebastian pulled up his pants and zipped up the fly, buttoning up. He adjusted his polo shirt properly and then shot Hartley a smile. "Come on, I'm buying. I got a whole New York allowance and I'm intending to blow all of it here."

He had to study politics instead of theatre at NYU but that did mean he got a pretty generous allowance from his dad to do so. "It's weird that you know what I'm saying and you're deaf." Yes, Sebastian did just say that instead of think it. "That explains your bad dancing, you can't hear the beat."

"I feel the rhythm, you bastard. That's how I know you don't have any." It wasn't quite true, Sebastian might not be as loose in the hips as he could have been, but he wasn't a bad dancer. However, Hartley also knew that he was a great dancer, so if Sebastian was going to neg him, he was going to return the favour. He kept a finger in Sebastian's belt loop as he dragged him back to the Axel's table.

Kurt and Blaine were dancing, close to each other, on the dance floor near them, and Hartley let himself fall down in the seat next to Axel, gesturing quickly.

He's eager, not bad. Idiot who didn't bring protection and he keeps negging me.

"As if. I dance better than you, dork." Though not as hot as he did. He had to learn how to do that. "You can sit, I'm gonna get us something strong." Sebastian called out as he went over to the bar, standing in line eagerly.

Axel watched the boy and then turned back to Hartley, raising an eyebrow. "You're always such a whore for a preppy asshole, eh? I knew you'd fuck him in under 30 minutes of knowing him." It was funny but he didn't know if he was fully approving. He eyed up the rich dickhead and then looked back at Hartley again. He called Kurt 'lady face' and he does it all the time. If he keeps talking to my baby boy like that, I will kick his ass.

"He called me a nerd and Harry Potter, are you going to defend my honour too?" Hartley was entertained, leaning against Axel and closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn't sure when his hand found Axel's or when their fingers threaded together, but they did, as they always did. He lifted Axel's hand to his lips to kiss it, then opened his eyes again and turned his head to look at him. "He hates himself more than anyone else does. He'll get over it. Or he is going to crawl back into the closet because it's easier and get a wife and 1.8 kids."

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