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51. Can you give me a massage? – No, because you moan really loud and our neighbors think we’re having sex.

Sebastian groaned walking into his girlfriend’s house, taking a deep breath in of the smell of cinnamon in the air. He loved it. It might as well be his place too with how much he’s been staying over and all of the things of his that are scattered around the cozy apartment – from his clothes in drawers, shampoo and aftershave in the bathroom, to some of his fave snacks in the pantry – 

He always liked your apartment a lot more than his house, always felt it was too big for just him, while your place was perfect for the both of you and your cat, allowing you to be closer all the time without excuses and he would argue that your taste in decor was great. He just loved being at your place in general. He took the small steps up to where the open floorpan opened and it became your bedroom, letting his tired body crash face first on the side of the bed he’s claimed, discarding his shoes, belt and shirt and anything tight or uncomfortable. Piper, the cat, comes purring down the hall until it sits by his outstretched arm that lays limb over the edge of the bed.“Hey pipes” He says with half shut eyes, face half pressed into the mattress so his voice is muffled and he pets the fluffy cat softly with his index finger. He can feel himself starting to fall asleep, his body tense and mind stressed with work.

Today had been incredibly productive, he was up and running by three am, and thankfully his recordings for the day ended at five pm. It wasn’t common for him to have an early crew call and also finish before the sun was gone, so when he saw the call sheet and the time, he thanked heavens he could go back home and catch some well deserved sleep. Drove himself from set straight to your house and welcomed himself in with his own set of keys. 

That’s where you found him, sprawled out on the bed with Piper nibbling softly on his hand. The sound of keys and the door opening snapped him back to reality, not that he had fallen asleep fully by the time you arrived, the smallest of movements could have woken him up. “Hey babe” he said, voice obstructed by the pillow he’s practically drowning in. You throw a smile his way, knowing that he can see it but just feeling warm and homey at the sight of him there when your work day is over. It’s always nice to come home to him. “Hey Sebby, long day?” all he did was hum from his spot on the mattress as you put away your things and stripped down to a more comfortable state, mimicking his, Piper tangles himself between your legs, greeting you and you pet and pinch him adorably. Cautiously stepping away from the cat’s limbs you go and lay down next to him, head resting on your palm that’s anchored by your elbow on the pillow next to his. Sebastian turns his head to look at you, only lifting it enough so that you can see his whole face and his puckered up lips, asking for a welcome kiss. You roll your eyes but dip down and kiss him anyways. His smile grows when you pull apart. 

“‘m so tired” he moans, sighing and moving around so he can pull your body close to his. He still lays face down, just using one arm to get you closer, and the position makes you cuddle up to his side and back, one of your legs coming on top of his, almost as if you’re halfway climbing on top of his back. “Can you give me a massage?” he puts somewhat of a baby voice and whines. You can tell under your hand that his muscles are taut and tight, the stress and fatigue piling up, causing him to be this tense. You giggle at his voice and request. “No, because you moan really loud and our neighbors think we’re having sex” Sebastian lets out a fake gasp of offense that’s half eaten by a chuckle.“What? Liar”“You’re not the one getting the complaints” Seb flips his body around, now facing up and cuddling you to his chest. He presses kisses along your jaw and neck as you giggle because of the ticklish sensation of his light beard on your skin. “You’re just too good with those hands babe” he lets out a long loud moan after it, eyelids snapped shut and face contorted into the same he makes when he orgasms. You gasp in shock and lightly smack his arm.“Sebastian!” He laughs loudly at your reaction, the red in your cheeks and incredulous look you carry are hilarious to him. “You’re so not getting that massage now”“Aw come on baby, I’ll be a quiet good boy” he winks and you know there’s no way of getting out of his charm, it’s like a spell. He’s gonna win this. You make him flip around and climb on top of him, rubbing his tight muscles and kneading the tense skin. He bites his lip as you work on his back. “Ooohh, god yes”“You said you’d be quiet”“Again, it’s those magic fingers, babe, ohhh fuck, yes Y/N” you roll your eyes and continue giving him a short massage thinking of how Mrs. Thomas from next door is going to call the cops on you one of this days. “You’re lucky I love you”“fuck, I love you too, ugh, yes, harder” he’s exaggerating now and you both laugh when you pinch his side making him squirm.“Shut up Sebastian!”

Author: hammersandstrings

Status: Complete

Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian

Word count: 51,242

Rating: T

Summary: Kurt is fresh off a Tony win when he faces his toughest role yet: PR boyfriend to Academy Award nominee and resident pain in the ass, Sebastian Smythe.

Comment: I had a wonderful time reading this. The end was a very nice touch to my jaded heart.

45. “I think you’re going to end up getting hurt.” - “I know. I’m used to it now, it’s fine.”

Sebastian was biting his nails, a sign of pure nervousness. 

If he’d read his best friend’s text correctly, she was about to do something that neither of them thought possible. 

Being in the showbiz means a big part of your life sadly isn’t completely yours anymore, be it because you have fans out there that will see and enjoy every public move you make, or because you’re bound to a contract that makes it impossible for an artist to move as freely as they would wish. With good management a lot of these are easier to tolerate, but still, being in the showbiz felt more like being an animal at a zoo than anything else, and it was exactly one of those moments that drove his best friend y/n to do something Sebastian was currently freaking out over. 

She hadn’t had the best of days lately, and the last thing she wanted was to be much in the public eye, and still, she would find herself in it once more. 

The moment she walked into her place and found him standing there, nervous smile and sweaty palms, it all dawned on her and she just gave him a sad smile. “Please tell me you didn’t sign” but the slow shake of her head let him know she had. She had signed to be in a fake relationship for a few months with her ex, whom she still had feelings for. Despite the breakup not being very public, it was bad between them – Seb has small flashbacks to Y/N crying, sprawled on his chest in the very living room they currently stand in – but apparently better for business if they kept it up for a while, and between a rock and a hard place, Y/N put her name on the dotted line.

He hated that his best friend was so sad and in a situation no human being should be in, he hated that she acted like she didn’t care, but he knew how hard of a toll it would take on her. And he hated that her past relationship put her in a “I don’t believe in love” mood.

Specially when Sebastian loved her with all his might.

It was hard for him to see her love someone else, to see her break for someone else, and now continue to be hurt by someone else that doesn’t deserve her. No one does in his book. Y/N is... he has no words to describe her other than: she’s everything. She’s all that’s good in his world, and the blood in his system boils at the thought of her acting like her ex and her are okay, even if just for one more day. His blood boils at the thought that she still likes him, and this will only set her already burning wounds on fire once more. “Please Y/N” he’s begging and she doesn’t know why. There’s nothing else to be done or said. It’s too late and she’s in too deep.“It’s okay”“No it’s not! I think, better yet I know, you’re going to end up getting hurt, again!” his hand come up to grab her shoulders, to shake her up and wake her up, make her see there is a way out and that she doesn’t have to do this, she doesn’t have to just take punch after punch from life and go around thinking she’s not worth of anyone decent. She’s worth so much, and Sebastian wants to give it all to her. Her dejected face makes him ache physically.“I know. I’m used to it now. It’s fine” the sad smile she gives him is breaking him at the seams more than it is breaking her. She’s already broken, what else is there of her. No matter how much Seb tries to pick it back up and show her that whatever broken piece of her is enough for him, there’s nothing he can do if her heart is still thinking of someone else. “It’s not! Please Y/N” “Stop. I’ll be fine, stop... stop worrying so much!”“I can’t!” He doesn’t want to, but Sebastian has to be silent about his feelings for a while longer. As much as he wants to show her how much someone can love her, it’s not the right time, and she doesn’t need the extra weight of his confession on her shoulders. “I can’t just see you get hurt and do nothing, it hurts me too! Do you not get that?”

Sebastian presses his forehead to Y/N’s, looking deep into her eyes, begging for her to open her eyes and see just how unfair this is to her, and just not okay it is that she has to hurt over and over. He wants to try and heal her with a single look, and if looks could kill, his would surely give life. His heart is overworking, as it does each time she’s close enough to finally kiss, but that’s not the main thought on his head. He’s trying his best not to say anything out of line, even when his love for her is jumping out of his chest.“I can’t stand seeing you hurt, Y/N... I love you too much”

The words are barely above a whisper, so deep and so emotional, and Y/N’s hugging his frame in a second, letting tears fall. “I love you” she’s muttering between sobs.“I love you” He says again, thinking to himself that she doesn’t know how much he means that, and she probably never will. He shrugs away his feelings once more. For the time being, Sebastian could see himself with her, behind her every step of the way, picking up the pieces in hopes to build them back up in due time.

And even though his resolve is wearing thin, seeing her pretty face light up when she pulls away from the hug mends all pain. He might never be her everything, but he’ll love her however she’ll let him. He’ll endure her tender kisses to his cheek, her laughter and her warm hugs, her jokes and her adorable giggle, her talent and her kind soul. He loves it all, and she likes a stupid someone else, but that’s just how life works, right?

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