The Sandman Cometh 1/40
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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The darkness pressed around me as I lay alone in my dorm room. My new roommate was due to arrive tomorrow and as always, I’ll enjoy them as I would any new toy. This one though, Kurt, was different. I stroked my hard shaft slick with lube and thought back to when we first met...
After the stranger had stopped me on the stairwell all those weeks ago, I’d pulled the beautiful boy along to watch the Warbler’s performance which, of course, I was leading. And all the while that the Warblers and I sang, I watched the poorly disguised spy’s face light up as he took in the room enjoying the song, eyes flitting over other boy’s bodies before settling back on me and gasping with sudden desire.
Seeing the spy’s attention hone in on me, I finished my performance by singing directly to him before following him out to the corridor. “So new kid, what’d you think?” I asked while maintaining eye contact with the big baby blues of the pale boy across from me.
“It was...amazing. Uh, sorry but I need to get going. Can you point me in the direction of the front office? I’m all t-turned around.”
“Sure, take the third left, back up the stairs and second on your right,” I stated motioning up the hallway. “But Kurt, before you go, maybe I could get your number? Y’know, just in case you get lost again,” I said with a wink.
He seemed all flustered but gave me his number anyway before mumbling out, “Bye,” and heading off in the direction of the atrium.
It hadn’t taken more than a day after that to get Kurt to sit down for coffee with myself, Wes and David. After reassurances of our chat about spying remaining violence-free, it became obvious that Kurt was really struggling with some jock who was bullying him. Seeing his huge blue-gold eyes gloss over with tears prompted me to make up some bullshit story about bullies at my ‘old school’. Of course, I didn’t have an old school. I’d been at Dalton forever. But it didn’t stop me from wanting to make Kurt feel better about his situation and perhaps not feel so powerless. Of all things, I understand the need for control.
The situation deteriorated faster than I would have thought based on my lone, “Courage,” text to Kurt one school day. Before I’d even hung up on the panicky phone call from the victimized delicate boy, I was in the car, speeding towards his town. I don’t know what came over me, but I just couldn’t let him feel so alone and paralysed with fear, not if I’d had an accidental hand in it.
Confronting Karofsky was never going to work but I had to try for Kurt’s sake. I just hoped that I wouldn’t have my ass handed to me in a fight. There’s no doubt I can throw a punch, all that practising in fight club had stood me in good stead, but this guy looked to be both huge and quick - a bad combination.
When Kurt confessed afterwards of Karofsky being his first kiss, I wasn’t quite sure what I could do to make it better without showing Kurt what a real kiss should be like, so I suggested lunch instead. At least I would get to spend more time with Kurt leaning on me while we both avoided thinking about the sweaty hulk of a man-boy pressing Kurt into lockers possessively.
It wasn’t long after that I’d received the best phone call I’d ever taken. Kurt was transferring to Dalton. With my last roommate having left mid-semester to move to Chicago, it made absolute sense that we share a room. I couldn’t have set it up any better if I’d tried. Not that I would have. I mean, I’m not some Machiavellian monster. Much.
Over the years, I’d had a few different roommates. David was my first, in more ways than one. Then once I’d joined the Warblers, it was decided that we should switch roommates over the Christmas break in order for the group to bond better with each other. A truly wonderful idea, if I do say so myself. Of course, I would have to fight to keep Kurt in my room after the holiday season, but as he was a mid-semester transfer and fragile to boot, I was sure there wouldn’t be too much resistance from the other Warblers...
My hand sped up as my attention snapped back to the present, becoming a blur over my cock. I imagined Kurt’s big Bambi eyes wide in shock as my weight sat across his chest and shoulders, pressing him into the mattress, ramming my cock into his pouty mouth. The phantom sound of Kurt gagging on my dick tipped me over the edge. Hips jerking, I spilt hot come across my stomach and moaned Kurt’s name loudly into the shadowy room.
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