The Sandman Cometh 2/?
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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It was still dark when I woke. The birds not quite awake as the beginnings of dawn settled on campus. I wriggled under the covers, away from the cool air, not wanting to get up yet even though my bladder was making the urgency of the situation known. Throwing back the covers, I scooted into the bathroom and then back to bed quickly. I didn’t need to get ready for at least two hours and even then I’d be early for breakfast, so I snuggled in my comfy bed and reminisced on how David became my first....
Boarding at an all boy’s school wasn’t so bad really, especially being gay and having such detached parental units. Both these things definitely helped me with my plans, but none more so than my older brother’s misguided idea that separation anxiety and stress was keeping me awake at night. That ridiculous idea led to Cooper foolishly getting himself a prescription of mild sleeping tablets. Even after all these years, Cooper hadn’t grasped that I just don’t sleep for more than four to five hours a night. Of course, it hadn’t stopped me from playing on the fact that I couldn’t get a full night’s sleep as a Freshman and I figured that it was guilt that had driven my brother to slip me some of mom’s pills to see if they’d help. After that, I made sure to seem rested and exclaimed their wonders to Cooper, which had led to full bottles of sedatives being sent to me every month or two.
That had been just before the Christmas that David had switched out as my roommate, as part of the Warbler bonding exercise. Up until then though, I had spent most of my pre-dawn time watching David breathe softly in the dark, smoothing my hand along the rich brown skin of his back. I did appreciate that my roommate slept shirtless but the fact that he tossed and turned all night? Not so much. It made my plan hard to put into practise. So I’d made the most of the opportunities I did have, taking plentiful photos of a slumbering David in varying states of undress, even managing to get a few of his limp dick under the soft lamplight. Usually though, I would turn a lamp on, uncover David’s body and just jerk off while watching my roommate twitch in his sleep, careful not to come on anything of his.
In the first months of boarding at Dalton, free from my family, I’d lain awake considering how to get experience or even a boyfriend perhaps? It seemed an impossible task. All the boys I knew at thirteen and fourteen were simply that, boys. None seemed to want what I did. They didn’t care about Broadway or Vogue or picking out just the right shade of green for my soon-to-be redecorated bedroom. I considered waiting until I was out of Ohio but I didn’t want to have to wait for years or for the stars to align before I got my first kiss, touch or fuck. I wanted those things now. I was greedy for them. For the warmth of another body against mine, regardless of whether they were gay or straight. Impatient? Absolutely, but it had gotten me more satisfaction than I could’ve dreamed of.
Then it was Cooper’s sleight of hand at the dinner table over Thanksgiving, when the first glimmer of hope appeared on my horizon. Two sleeping tablets. And the possibilities started to stack themselves up, my imagination going wild as I considered my first move.
I’d found many boys attractive at school but I knew my opportunities were limited, at least until the Warblers were more comfortable with one-on-one sleep overs (at first they tended to be group affairs, which just wouldn’t do - much too risky). Until then I’d have to make do with my roommate.
It wasn’t that David was unattractive back then. No, no, not at all. At the time, David was just in that gangly phase that most boys go through, all arms and legs with his body slow to fill out. But he had broad shoulders, big hands and very kissable lips. So during a video game marathon one Friday night, I slipped a crushed pill into David’s lemonade and waited for its effects to kick in.
Thirty minutes later, David succumbed to his heavy eyelids and dragged himself to his bed. Stripping down to his standard sleeping attire, boxers and socks, David slipped under the covers and was out like a light. I kept myself busy for while, anxiously clearing up junk food wrappers, putting away the game controllers, locking the door and taking a shower while trying to resist the urge to jerk off. Finally turning down the room’s lights, I dried myself off, dropped my towel and headed to David’s bedside.
Lying on his side, David’s mouth was open with a small amount of drool leaking on the pillow. I squatted down beside the sleeping boy’s face and smiled at the dopey expression on David’s face. I ran the back of my knuckles lightly over my cheek, then slid my hand down to David’s shoulder and pushed the sheets down to expose more of his warm body. I lent closer and nuzzled into the crook of my friend’s neck, breathing in the slightly sweet tang of his aftershave as my dick twitched, demanding to be touched.
I placed light kisses across his shoulder and then moved up his neck to his jaw. Stopping for a moment, I had to gather my wits and check that the sleeping boy hadn’t reacted to my touch. Then, confident that David was in dreamland, I stood up stretching my naked form.
Dick standing out proudly, I wrapped a hand around it and lowered my leaking cock to hover in front of my friend’s mouth. I swiped the tip of my cock across David’s drooping bottom lip, pre-come smearing there. I backed off for a second, waiting for a reaction that never came. I dipped my dick back between David’s slack lips and pushed forward to feel a lolling tongue move around my hot rod. Continuing to push shallowly in and out of David’s mouth, ecstasy overwhelmed me.
Knowing I couldn’t come in my roommate’s mouth without consequence, I withdrew and rubbed my cock along David’s cheekbones and lips, daubing the slime of pre-come across his face. As my orgasm closed in on me, I stepped back to sandwich my straining cock between David’s arm and torso before thrusting there until I spilt come across the sleeping boy’s back.
David hadn’t even moved during the encounter or clean-up and it convinced me that I could get away with more so I slid my cooler nude body into the bed, cuddling up behind David. My spent cock nestled happily against the scratchy cotton of my friend’s boxer shorts; I slipped my arm around David’s torso and settled in to sleep.
As I drifted awake the next morning, I realized that David was spooning me. Although pleased with the turn of events, I strained my neck to spy the time on the alarm clock next to the bed. Five hours. Clearly all the adrenalin preceding my orgasm had knocked me out for longer than usual. However, it was still six o’clock on a Saturday morning which meant that David would be out for several more hours. I considered what to do next. I’d taken more risks than I’d planned on by actually sleeping alongside my roommate and naked at that. It wasn’t something that could be easily explained away. Except, it was the risk of it all going wrong that made it feel so, so good.
Content with my decision to push the envelope further, I rolled David onto his back and dipped my head under the covers. But before I could take David’s dick in hand, his cell phone rang out in the silent room. I froze, mouth open in shock, hand hovering over my friend’s underwear. I slithered out of the bed quickly before diving under the blankets on my bed while David’s phone continued to ring and I lay there silently until the call finally went to voice-mail before heaving a sigh of relief...
Startled back into the present, the alarm blaring out, I considered what the day will bring before remembering that Kurt is moving in to the dorm room today. I grinned, excited to see my new friend, and headed straight for the shower to begin my day and tug one out before breakfast.
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Part Three>>
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.
***
It was still dark when I woke. The birds not quite awake as the beginnings of dawn settled on campus. I wriggled under the covers, away from the cool air, not wanting to get up yet even though my bladder was making the urgency of the situation known. Throwing back the covers, I scooted into the bathroom and then back to bed quickly. I didn’t need to get ready for at least two hours and even then I’d be early for breakfast, so I snuggled in my comfy bed and reminisced on how David became my first....
Boarding at an all boy’s school wasn’t so bad really, especially being gay and having such detached parental units. Both these things definitely helped me with my plans, but none more so than my older brother’s misguided idea that separation anxiety and stress was keeping me awake at night. That ridiculous idea led to Cooper foolishly getting himself a prescription of mild sleeping tablets. Even after all these years, Cooper hadn’t grasped that I just don’t sleep for more than four to five hours a night. Of course, it hadn’t stopped me from playing on the fact that I couldn’t get a full night’s sleep as a Freshman and I figured that it was guilt that had driven my brother to slip me some of mom’s pills to see if they’d help. After that, I made sure to seem rested and exclaimed their wonders to Cooper, which had led to full bottles of sedatives being sent to me every month or two.
That had been just before the Christmas that David had switched out as my roommate, as part of the Warbler bonding exercise. Up until then though, I had spent most of my pre-dawn time watching David breathe softly in the dark, smoothing my hand along the rich brown skin of his back. I did appreciate that my roommate slept shirtless but the fact that he tossed and turned all night? Not so much. It made my plan hard to put into practise. So I’d made the most of the opportunities I did have, taking plentiful photos of a slumbering David in varying states of undress, even managing to get a few of his limp dick under the soft lamplight. Usually though, I would turn a lamp on, uncover David’s body and just jerk off while watching my roommate twitch in his sleep, careful not to come on anything of his.
In the first months of boarding at Dalton, free from my family, I’d lain awake considering how to get experience or even a boyfriend perhaps? It seemed an impossible task. All the boys I knew at thirteen and fourteen were simply that, boys. None seemed to want what I did. They didn’t care about Broadway or Vogue or picking out just the right shade of green for my soon-to-be redecorated bedroom. I considered waiting until I was out of Ohio but I didn’t want to have to wait for years or for the stars to align before I got my first kiss, touch or fuck. I wanted those things now. I was greedy for them. For the warmth of another body against mine, regardless of whether they were gay or straight. Impatient? Absolutely, but it had gotten me more satisfaction than I could’ve dreamed of.
Then it was Cooper’s sleight of hand at the dinner table over Thanksgiving, when the first glimmer of hope appeared on my horizon. Two sleeping tablets. And the possibilities started to stack themselves up, my imagination going wild as I considered my first move.
I’d found many boys attractive at school but I knew my opportunities were limited, at least until the Warblers were more comfortable with one-on-one sleep overs (at first they tended to be group affairs, which just wouldn’t do - much too risky). Until then I’d have to make do with my roommate.
It wasn’t that David was unattractive back then. No, no, not at all. At the time, David was just in that gangly phase that most boys go through, all arms and legs with his body slow to fill out. But he had broad shoulders, big hands and very kissable lips. So during a video game marathon one Friday night, I slipped a crushed pill into David’s lemonade and waited for its effects to kick in.
Thirty minutes later, David succumbed to his heavy eyelids and dragged himself to his bed. Stripping down to his standard sleeping attire, boxers and socks, David slipped under the covers and was out like a light. I kept myself busy for while, anxiously clearing up junk food wrappers, putting away the game controllers, locking the door and taking a shower while trying to resist the urge to jerk off. Finally turning down the room’s lights, I dried myself off, dropped my towel and headed to David’s bedside.
Lying on his side, David’s mouth was open with a small amount of drool leaking on the pillow. I squatted down beside the sleeping boy’s face and smiled at the dopey expression on David’s face. I ran the back of my knuckles lightly over my cheek, then slid my hand down to David’s shoulder and pushed the sheets down to expose more of his warm body. I lent closer and nuzzled into the crook of my friend’s neck, breathing in the slightly sweet tang of his aftershave as my dick twitched, demanding to be touched.
I placed light kisses across his shoulder and then moved up his neck to his jaw. Stopping for a moment, I had to gather my wits and check that the sleeping boy hadn’t reacted to my touch. Then, confident that David was in dreamland, I stood up stretching my naked form.
Dick standing out proudly, I wrapped a hand around it and lowered my leaking cock to hover in front of my friend’s mouth. I swiped the tip of my cock across David’s drooping bottom lip, pre-come smearing there. I backed off for a second, waiting for a reaction that never came. I dipped my dick back between David’s slack lips and pushed forward to feel a lolling tongue move around my hot rod. Continuing to push shallowly in and out of David’s mouth, ecstasy overwhelmed me.
Knowing I couldn’t come in my roommate’s mouth without consequence, I withdrew and rubbed my cock along David’s cheekbones and lips, daubing the slime of pre-come across his face. As my orgasm closed in on me, I stepped back to sandwich my straining cock between David’s arm and torso before thrusting there until I spilt come across the sleeping boy’s back.
David hadn’t even moved during the encounter or clean-up and it convinced me that I could get away with more so I slid my cooler nude body into the bed, cuddling up behind David. My spent cock nestled happily against the scratchy cotton of my friend’s boxer shorts; I slipped my arm around David’s torso and settled in to sleep.
As I drifted awake the next morning, I realized that David was spooning me. Although pleased with the turn of events, I strained my neck to spy the time on the alarm clock next to the bed. Five hours. Clearly all the adrenalin preceding my orgasm had knocked me out for longer than usual. However, it was still six o’clock on a Saturday morning which meant that David would be out for several more hours. I considered what to do next. I’d taken more risks than I’d planned on by actually sleeping alongside my roommate and naked at that. It wasn’t something that could be easily explained away. Except, it was the risk of it all going wrong that made it feel so, so good.
Content with my decision to push the envelope further, I rolled David onto his back and dipped my head under the covers. But before I could take David’s dick in hand, his cell phone rang out in the silent room. I froze, mouth open in shock, hand hovering over my friend’s underwear. I slithered out of the bed quickly before diving under the blankets on my bed while David’s phone continued to ring and I lay there silently until the call finally went to voice-mail before heaving a sigh of relief...
Startled back into the present, the alarm blaring out, I considered what the day will bring before remembering that Kurt is moving in to the dorm room today. I grinned, excited to see my new friend, and headed straight for the shower to begin my day and tug one out before breakfast.
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Part Three>>