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Kurt Hummel smiled softly as he stared up into the face of the sleeping boy whose chest he was currently lying on. He couldn’t help the expression on his face, even though he knew it was only mere hours until this perfect night would end. This part of his life was almost near an end and, though he didn’t want to, he had to return home. His summer in Paris was almost nothing but a memory.
His hand reached up to touch the other boy’s brunette hair, wanting to commit the silk feeling to memory without any distractions. If only this final night could last forever, he’d be the happiest boy in the world.
“Don’ touch th’ hair,” a sleepy voice slurred as the boy stirred, awakening from his deep sleep. “What time ‘s it?”
“Four,” Kurt answered as he pulled his hand back, a look of disappointment on his face at being interrupted. “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. You should get a few more hours.”
“I’m up now.” The boy’s piercing green eyes met Kurt’s grey, a small smile gracing his, in Kurt’s opinion, perfect face. “Need some help getting to sleep?”
“You’re insatiable,” Kurt laughed. The two boys shifted on the shared bed so they were both lying in a mirrored position, staring at each other. “I’m just thinking about how much I’m going to miss Paris and…”
“Kurt…” The boy’s tone held an annoyance that Kurt would probably never forget even if he wanted to. “We both agreed that-”
“That this was just a summer fling,” Kurt finished, rolling his eyes. “I know. You’re here and I’m in the states. You don’t have to remind me, Sebastian.”
Sebastian just smirked as he lunged forward, attacking Kurt’s mouth with his own. This was what he would miss most about his Paris summer. Nothing, not even his summer internship with Chanel, could compare to his adventures with this boy who had moved so he was straddling him.
If anyone would have mentioned six months ago that he would be in Paris with the boy of his dreams, Kurt would have laughed it off as a joke and walked away. Of course, when he’d put in his application for a summer internship, he never thought that he’d get it – it had just been a dream that his father suggested after the boy had come out to him. When he’d gotten the call, however, things began to look up. Even losing Regionals to Vocal Adrenaline couldn’t bring him down.
At the moment, though, the boy whose tongue was thrust into his mouth consumed his thoughts. For the next little while, he could forget that everything was about to come crashing down around him as soon as he stepped foot in Lima.
“Insatiable,” Kurt breathed as the other boy pulled away. He moved back so he was lying on Sebastian’s chest once again, though this time their fingers were entwined. “I wish I didn’t have to go back to the states.” Sebastian’s mouth opened to tell him off once again. “It’s not like that. I know our relationship was nothing more than friends with benefits. I just like the fact that I can show affection to a boy and not get called queer or fag.”
“Just show them that you’re better than them.” Kurt snorted at that statement. “I’m serious. Fight back and show them what I know you’re made of.” Kurt just nodded as he played with Sebastian’s fingers. “Now, I’ve got three hours before I have to take you to the airport and since we’re not doing anything fun, good night.”
Kurt just laughed as he continued to play with the boy’s fingers. Eventually, he could feel Sebastian’s breathing even out. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation they’d had the first morning after they’d hooked up.
*
“Thanks for the fuck,” Sebastian said as he pulled on his pants, sitting on the edge of Kurt’s bed. “We should do this again if we ever run into each other.”
Kurt’s face flushed at that as he lay on the bed, the covers just barely covering his hips. He wasn’t quite sure what to say in response to that. He’d just lost his virginity to another boy during his first night in Paris. None of this was normal and he had a feeling that none of it would be.
“Well, I’m in Paris all summer,” Kurt quietly said. “I-I really enjoyed last night.”
“Look…”
“Kurt,” the boy supplied, the blush still firmly in place.
Sebastian sighed before continuing. “Look, Kurt. I don’t do relationships. That’s why I go clubbing.”
“I know. I-I don’t want a relationship either. I just… I don’t know anyone in Paris and since you know where I’m staying, maybe you want to come over again?” At Sebastian’s look, his blush deepened even more so he was almost positive he looked like a tomato. “I didn’t mean like that. I meant… as a way to… you know.”
“Are you trying to tell me you want to be fuck buddies?” Kurt squeaked, hiding under the covers, which made the other boy laugh. The covers were pulled off of his head and the boy leaned in to brush his lips across Kurt’s. “Maybe we could work something out. No strings?”
“No strings.”
*
As Kurt lay in the dark room, staring at the wall, he couldn’t help but regret the decision he’d made. It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending time with Sebastian, but he’d slowly started to let his feelings get the better of him.
After that first night, the two had begun to see each other more; first being attached to the bed for hours at a time. But later, they had actually started going out and wandering around Paris. Every once in a while, Sebastian had pointed out a small store or something that he thought Kurt would enjoy.
Sebastian had been one of those boys like Puck, who would sleep with anyone and everyone, but unlike the giant boy in Ohio, the French boy only did it on his terms. It hadn’t skipped Kurt’s notice, though, that he had stopped going out and partying every night. In fact, they usually went out for a drink before going home together.
Getting out of the bed, he made his way over to his carry-on bag that he had sitting next to the door. He pulled out his phone and scrolled down the contacts to find the number that was listed under “Baise d’amis”, French for “Fuck Buddy”. His finger hovered over the button to delete the contact. He knew that he couldn’t call the number again, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t keep it, right? And Sebastian wouldn’t ever have to know.
He sighed as he turned his phone off before stuffing it back in his bag. He switched it for the digital camera his dad had bought him to take pictures for the memories. He’d taken a lot of pictures, but he’d noticed that he didn’t have one of Sebastian – the boy hated his picture being taken. This would be his last chance to do something he would get killed for if it was ever found out.
Taking a deep breath, he pointed the camera at the sleeping boy on the bed and pressed the shutter button, letting it flash. He froze in fear as Sebastian groaned before rolling over, pulling a pillow over his head to hide from the light.
Kurt couldn’t help but snicker at Sebastian’s reaction to the flash. That boy did not like getting up unless there was food, alcohol, or sex involved.
As he got ready to slip back into bed for an hour or two of sleep, something caught his eye. It was a leather band that had been tossed onto the dresser. It was a band that Sebastian had bought on one of their outings at a little corner shop. He knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t resist as he slipped the band into his bag. Even if he didn’t have the courage to keep it, he could always ship it back and apologize, saying that it must’ve fallen into his bag.
Finally, after he was sure he wouldn’t have to rush when the alarm went off, the soon-to-be high school junior slid into bed, curling up with Sebastian. As much as he hated leaving, he knew that he absolutely had to.
Instead of worrying – he could do enough of that on the plane – he wrapped his arms around the boy and closed his eyes.