"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't pay attention to my boyfriend's needs? If," he added, playing coy. "That's the kind of thing you need."
He kept his hands moving, kneading and stroking til Sebastian began to go pliant under his touch. This was nice too, he had to admit, tending to Sebastian in the coolness and relative quiet of the dormitories after a difficult game. Though it certainly would have been much nicer if they'd won. "Sam's probably having a very nice time," came his testy agreement. "Being drunk. And ... happy." He sulked. "And not here."
For a long moment Kurt was silent, the motion of his hands settlin into something slow and gentle as he drifted into thought. "I don't like that," he added, softer and unsure. "That he's ... off with whoever."