The Sandman Cometh 25a/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.
Additional warnings for this chapter: Light bondage.
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.
A/N - Hey, it’s been a while but I haven’t forgotten this story. Thanks for being so patient.
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***
“Pay up, John,” Wes said with a smug grin, wiggling his fingers as he presented his palm over the breakfast laden table.
David grinned as a crisp note was slapped into our friend’s hand. “To the winners, go the spoils,” he said smugly.
I rolled my eyes and glanced at Kurt further down the table only to find him gazing across the room. My brow twitched into a frown as I tried to follow his line of sight, but Flint blocked my view as he stopped by to shake my hand.
“Congrats, man. I knew you could do it.”
“But you bet against him,” Jeff said with a scowl as he draped his arm across my shoulders protectively.
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I accepted Flint’s offer of a handshake. The phone call had come much earlier than I’d anticipated from the park’s casting office but I was pleased and had no hard feelings about the wagers.
“So, Blainers what part do you have in the show?” Nick asked as he patted me on the back.
“They didn’t say,” I told the small crowd around me. “They simply said that I was in the show.”
“You’re bound to be one of the leads,” Thad said as he winked my way.
Oh man. I shot him a wan smile and shrugged again, this time catching Kurt’s smiling eyes briefly before he turned back to whoever had sat down next to him. I hummed absent-mindedly and tried to get another glimpse of my roommate only to find that this time I couldn’t see around Thad.
***
Shit.
I tucked my phone back into my blazer pocket and headed into nearly empty dining hall alone to grab a sandwich and a Coke for lunch. Thankfully, Jeff and Trent waved me over to their empty table.
“Hey, Blaine. Where’s Kurt?” Trent asked as he sipped on his milkshake while I sat down.
“Studying, apparently.” I ripped the tab off my soda can viciously.
“Huh?” Jeff’s head jerked up from the tower of pretzels he was making. “Who with?”
“Dunno,” I grumbled and took a swig of my drink. “He didn’t say.”
“Kurt’s so nice. And smart. He helps a couple of guys out in French sometimes. Maybe it’s one of them,” Trent suggested as he stirred his drink with the straw. “It must be serious if he’s missing lunch with you though,” he added sincerely.
Jeff snorted but then promptly knocked over his pretzels. “Shit!”
“Jenga!” I crowed and scooped one up to crunch.
***
It wasn’t until I had Kurt’s cock halfway in my mouth later that I thought to ask about his study buddy and, of course, by that time it was too late. Kurt’s eyes were closed and he only had a half-hearted grip on my damp hair.
I decided to concentrate on the task at hand instead, sucking while bobbing up and down as my best friend slurred my name. Determined to make him come before he surrendered to the sandman, I swallowed more of Kurt’s shaft and was rewarded with a long dirty moan as his cock erupted down my throat.
Crawling up to lay with Kurt, I pulled up the covers, wrapped an arm around him and told him about my day as he dozed off.
***
Where the hell is he? I shot another glance at the clock. Fuck. He’s missed curfew.
I sent off yet another text to Nick asking him if he’d had any news on Kurt’s whereabouts yet. Having dinner with Nick earlier had taken my mind off things but I also knew that between him, Jeff and Trent, I had the Warbler gossip mill covered. At least I thought I had. Clearly I was missing something because Kurt was still not in our room. Or in my bed. With me. Where he belonged.
Fuck it!
I yanked open the dorm room door only to see Mr Rigsby wandering down the hall.
“Back inside, Blaine. It’s past curfew.”
“I know but-”
“Did you want me to do a room check, Mr Anderson?”
Oh no! “No, no. Sorry, Sir.”
I shut the door and walked across the room, kicking Kurt’s mattress along with way. Answer your phone, Kurt! I text him. Again. Which, if I’m being honest, probably put me in the stalker category with the number of messages I’d sent tonight but hey, at least now there was a reason.
To Kurt
‘It’s official. You’re out past curfew and Mr Rigsby is on floor patrol. Wherever you are…be careful!’
I dropped my phone on the bed and grabbed a towel. I definitely need to cool off.
Standing under the lukewarm shower spray, I shook my head in disbelief. He missed dinner today, I don’t know where he is or who he’s with, if he’s okay. God! Please be okay! Please don’t let anything have happened to you!
I finished up quickly and decided that I’d wait up until midnight. If I hadn’t heard anything by midnight then I would raise the alarm with which ever teacher was on call this week. After toweling off, I pulled on my pajamas and checked my phone. Oh thank goodness.
To Blaine
‘Shit! Sorry! I’m on my way back now.’
He’s okay. He’s okay. I sagged to sit on my bed then flopped backwards, staring at the ceiling. Thank you.
***
I must’ve dozed off because when I woke up, the room was dark and Kurt was asleep in his bed.
One a.m.
Biting my lip, I crept over to his bed. I just want to be near him.
Kurt continued to sleep sprawled on his back, blissfully unaware as I slipped under the covers and lay down next to him, my face fitting nicely in the crook of his neck. I didn’t dare speak. Instead my top leg slid between his and I shifted myself just that little bit closer, the warmth of his body going straight to my dick.
Shuddering as my cock hardened, I pressed my lips to his warm neck in a soft kiss as my hips pulled back in a tiny movement to rock up against Kurt’s thigh. He groaned and shifted slightly, clearly wanting to roll in my direction, except, as it was blocked by my body, only his head twisted to meet mine.
I paused, frozen with dread. His lips were pressed to my forehead, his nose buried in my fuzzy curls as I waited to see if he’d wake. My mind was blank even though my heart raced. I had no excuse to be here, in his bed. What would he say? Or do? My heart leaped into my throat as he took a deep breath and snuggled into my hair. He’s nuzzling me! Still wild eyed, I let myself breathe softly and rubbed my cock back against his thigh again.
Kurt grumbled quietly.
Fuck! I stopped myself yet again although my hips itched to touch him. He shifted away, preparing to turn over and I waited, still and silent, leg pulled back, ready to bolt. Finally, Kurt re-settled on his side facing me with his hand resting between us. I shifted subtly so we were nose to nose and practically sharing each other’s breaths, then I gently lifted his hand in one of my own and brought it to my crotch.
Clumsily, I moved his slack hand against my bulge in a barely there stroke but decided to keep him still and have my hips do the work instead. Holding Kurt’s hand steady, I humped into the curve of his curled fingers as quickly as I dared, worried that the movement of the bed might startle him.
Oh. I want- God, I want so much. Kurt! Kurt, I want you so much.
The bed squeaked in protest, making me worry, so I stilled my hips one more time and set his hand down on the mattress. Pulling my cock out for him to touch instead, I gently picked up his hand by the fingers, let his fingers curl loosely around my stiff shaft and moved it so he was pumping me lazily. He’s so- I gasped quietly with each stroke. Fuck, Kurt. Fuck baby, beautiful, Kurt. Oh my God.
Shifting my face to kiss Kurt’s mouth softly, I kept the motion of his arm at a slow, steady pace. I was so close. Pre-come dribbled down between our fingers in a steady pulsing stream. My tongue licked lightly across his lips, teasing the seam, as his hand teased my cock. Kurt’s mouth fell slightly open, slack with sleep but it allowed me to pull his lower lip in and suck on it lightly while I used his hand to jerk off.
Another half dozen strokes had my breath stuttering as my lips met his in a barely there kiss and I came all over my sleep shirt with a breathy moan. Lifting Kurt’s fingers to my mouth, I considered licking the remnants of the sticky residue from his skin but made a hasty decision not to and laid his hand back on the bed between us to dry.
As I slid into my own cool bed with a fresh shirt on, I wondered if Kurt would even notice the dried trails of my pre-come decorating his fingers before he showered in the morning.
***
Moving quietly in our dawn-lit room, I pulled on my track pants, a t-shirt and tied up my sneakers. If I stayed in our room one minute longer, I seriously doubted my ability to stop myself from climbing back in to Kurt’s bed. Instead, I headed for the punching bag. There was nothing like working up a sweat to get out my frustrations. Hopefully it would stop me from being grumpy with my roommate during breakfast after the panicking over his MIA status last night. The last thing I wanted to do was bite his head off - even if I did want to know what the fuck was going on.
***
Feeling loose and happy, I jogged back up the hall to our room hopeful that Kurt was already up so we could catch up.
But my improved mood sunk as I spotted the note stuck to our door. Already gone to breakfast? I yanked it off and screwed it up as I pushed the door open. So he just doesn’t want to see me at all now? The balled up paper bounced off the rim of the bin by the desk and landed on the floor. I stared at it with a scowl. No, you know what? He can pick it up. Instead, I stomped my way to the bathroom and flicked the faucet on carelessly.
Shower, breakfast, home room. Text him over breakfast if he’s not down there. No! No, forget him. You don’t need him anyway. He clearly doesn’t want to be around you. Don’t force it. Besides, we don’t even have any classes together this morning anyway and Ms Carter will only confiscate the phone if she sees it out. It’ll just have to wait until lunch.
I jumped under the too hot water and hissed, turning the tap a little to get the temperature right. Maybe I don’t need lunch today. Maybe he can eat by himself and see how he likes it. Okay, no, that’s dumb. There’s always someone to sit with. Shut up and wash your hair, dummy.
***
“Where’s your precious roommate? Don’t you guys always eat lunch together?”
Thad. Fuck.
“Dunno,” I said with a shrug. It was true. Kurt hadn’t answered my text over breakfast this morning but he’d sent one later to let me know he wouldn’t be at lunch today and hadn’t expanded on that, even when I’d asked.
Thad eased himself into the chair opposite me and smiled a little too smugly as his bag of Doritos landed on the table. “You okay there, babe?” He toyed with the edge of the bag then ripped it open.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” I glanced back to what was left of my chicken salad and stabbed another piece of lettuce with the fork.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your crush is busy playing hooky in the library and you’re sitting here all lonely and…”
“I am not lonely!” My eyes stayed on my plate while I flipped over a small piece of chicken and squashed it under the tines.
“…sulking.”
“I am not- Wait, he’s in the library?” My head jerked up to see if Thad was being honest. Why would he be there?
“Uh huh,” Thad said just as he crunched down on a chip. “I’m guessing your little plan didn’t quite go the way you wanted, huh? And now he’s avoiding you by hiding out in the library? That’s gotta hurt, man.”
“He’s not avoid-” I sighed heavily. Okay so maybe Kurt was avoiding me. And it did hurt.
“You gotta face facts Blainers, after everything you did to keep him as your roomie, he’s kinda throwing it back in your face.” Thad tilted his head at me with an arched eyebrow, then threw another chip into his mouth and crunched it obnoxiously.
“It’s not like that.” But to be honest I couldn’t tell if I was trying to convince him or myself.
Thad sat back in his chair and shook his head. “Ditch that,” he motioned to my almost empty plate, “We’re going on a covert mission.”
“Fine! But I am not crushing on him,” I muttered, pushing myself away from the table.
***
Thad led me past the side wall of the library where a bunch of students were sitting beside the tall windows and then cut back through a row of non-fiction to get to the back wall. Standing behind me, Thad took me by the waist and nudged me forward to the end of the row. “See?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
Sure enough, there was Kurt. His books were open on the table and he was seated by himself although clearly he hadn’t been alone. The chair next to him might have been empty but there was a blazer hooked over the back of it and another set of books on the table. Who they belonged to was a mystery to me though.
“Was he sitting with anyone before? When you saw him earlier?” I whispered, sinking back so as not to be seen or heard.
“No, he was on his own before.” Thad kept himself pressed up against me as he whispered again. “Maybe he was waiting for someone though.”
“What?” I turned my head and noticed him nod towards the crumpled up take out bag on the table. Shit. My head dropped in defeat. He met up with someone up and blew me off. Again.
“Why do you even bother, babe? He doesn’t appreciate you. Not like I would,” Thad whispered hotly against my ear as his hand slid around my waist.
My dry eyes stung with sudden tears and I pulled away, knocking a book off the end of the shelf as I stumbled towards the table. I need to know.
Kurt turned at the noise of the book hitting the floor and stared at me in shock as I picked it up off the carpet. “Blaine!” he gasped out.
“Are you avoiding me!” My eyes widened in horror. Oh God. I said that out loud!
“What? N-no, of course not. I-I- What are you doing here?” His eyes darted away.
“It’s a library,” I scoffed. “I needed a-a book. And as I didn’t have any company at lunch today, I thought I’d grab it before next period.”
“O-of course. Uh…um, what are you reading?” Kurt hesitantly nodded to the book I was still clutching.
“Uh…” I flipped the book over to read the cover and my heart sank. Fuck. “Guilt: The bite of…conscience?” What the hell had I picked up? I glanced over my shoulder at the aisle Thad and I had been staked out in - Philosophy. Go figure.
“Is that for English? Are you guys on philosophy already?” Kurt asked sounding impressed.
“I- Yes.”
“Wow. We should swap notes on Nietzsche.”
“Well, yeah but you’re never-” I stopped myself from whining like a five year old. “Kurt.” Taking a deep breath, I powered through what’d been eating me up since Monday. “I’ve barely seen you in days, which is really saying something because we share a room. I don’t get it, Kurt. I thought I was your best friend?” Okay, that still sounded whiny. I shut my eyes and took a step backwards.
“Blaine,” he sounded pained, like I’d hurt him, which was pretty rich. “You are,” Kurt said softly, still half twisted in his seat.
“But?” You might as well say it, Kurt. I held my breath and waited for the inevitable. I have someone new in my life now. We just really click. They’re a really good friend. And you and I don’t have to spend so much time together. You understand, don’t you? You want me to be happy, right? Of course we’ll still see talk - I’ll call you.
“…I really need to catch up on my homework from last night,” Kurt said in a firm voice even as he looked up at me apologetically.
I had to look away as my mind raced. What? But- That makes no sense! If they were friends, they would’ve done homework together last night. What was he doing? No! Who was he doing! Who was he making out with? Were they laughing at me?! Sitting alone in my room, waiting- no! Pining for him, while they were off fooling around? God fucking dammit! You don’t even care at all, do you Kurt?
My eyes snapped open to see him looking at me earnestly, practically begging me to go away, with those big stupid blue-green eyes of his.
I glanced back down at the heavy weight of the book about guilt in my hand and shook my head with a huff. “Right,” I said bitterly. “You know what Kurt?” I don’t need to drag this burden around anymore. “Maybe you need this more than I do.” I stepped forward and tossed the book onto his table with more force than I’d planned. The loud slap made us both flinch and Kurt’s eyes darted off down the stacks again. Before he could be bothered to look at me or say anything else, I spun around and stalked off.
If I hurried I could make it to the gym even if it meant blowing off study hall. I really needed to hit something.
***
“Kiss me, Blay.” Kurt struggled to arch up and capture my lips, his nose pressing into my cheek instead.
“Tell me where you were last night.” I pushed our interlocked hands back against my bed and his head dropped back to my pillow. “You haven’t told me anything all night. What did you do?”
“Went out.” His eyelashes fluttered as he smiled coyly.
I hummed at his answer, not happy with the continuing lack of detail. He’d refused to give away anything of use so far. “Where did you go? Who did you go with?”
“Was a date. Heez cute.” There was that goofy smile again.
“Who, Kurt?” Tell me!
“He has big muscles, Blay. So big. Uh, kiss me, Blay.”
“What’s his name?” I leaned down to whisper. “Who did you go out with?”
“Blay…Blay, want you, want your mouth.” He puckered his lips exaggeratedly.
“Jesus, just tell me Kurt!” I jolted our joined hands and pushed them down harder. “Tell me who you were with!”
“Heez not you, Blay. S’not the same,” Kurt whined as he tried to kiss me again. “Just want you. Was just a dumb movie. Want you. Baby, please,” he cajoled. His nude body bucked under mine, his legs spreading and wrapping around my waist.
“What did you do with him, Kurt? Did you kiss him? Did you t-touch him? Did-did you…” Fuck him?
“No, Blay, no. Want you. Just want you. Mpf!”
I cut him off with a bruising kiss, my tongue plunging inside to taste him. He wants me? He can have me! “Does he kiss you like that?” I asked, gasping as I broke away finally.
Kurt shook his head and gulped down a shaky breath. I could feel him hard against me as he arched up again. He groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. “No kisses,” Kurt panted out as I thrust my bare and slowly hardening cock alongside his. “No kisses yet. Ohhhh, B-Blay. Blay, kiss me. Kiss, kiss, kiss,” he chanted softly as he pressed against my body.
I caved in and kissed him senseless. I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe. I kissed him until my head was swimming and then I kissed him some more. Finally, when my lips were buzzing and my tongue tired, I let his hands go.
“Where you going?” Kurt whimpered as I rolled off the bed and reached to grab the long silk rope from my cupboard. “Blay?” he called out uncertainly when I didn’t answer.
“Shhh,” I replied, standing next to the bed, my stiff cock jutting out towards him. Unfurling the soft black cord from its knot, I asked Kurt, “Have you ever been tied up, beautiful?”
His glazed eyes blinked at me owlishly as he shook his head.
“I’m gonna tie your hands up, okay?”
“Will you suck me, Blay?”
“Yes, right after I do this,” I soothed as I threaded the bulk of the rope through the loop that was around a slat in my headboard.
“’Kay,” Kurt breathed out, watching my hands work to do the same thing on the other side of the headboard as he tugged on his dick. “Mmm, hurry Blay, uh,” Kurt panted out as he stroked faster.
I quickly wrapped my hand around his right wrist and eased it away from his dick. “Uh uh, Kurt. Don’t come yet. I want to show you something. I want your first time to be perfect,” I looped the thin silken rope around his wrist again and tied it off, remembering what the website tutorial had said.
Kurt grumbled as his hips shifted impatiently and he tugged on his bound arm.
“Shh, baby. Nearly done. You want me to suck your cock, don’t you?”
“Yes!” he said with a pout.
“Then you need to give me your other hand. Thank you, Kurt. There, one more knot…and we’re done.”
I stood back and admired my work. Kurt’s arms outstretched and tied wide apart, his untied legs spread and restless, and his eyes on mine as I played with my balls. My cock twitched with anticipation but then my roommate’s head plopped back to the pillow tiredly. Better get the camera.
Kurt jerked back to awareness as the camera’s flash went off. “Kurt? Look at me beautiful.” I clicked off another few shots of him spread out for me as he watched me with bleary eyes.
“Bl-Blay,” Kurt bleated miserably. “Want you.”
Deciding to take pity on him, I clambered onto my bed between his legs and set the camera down for a second. “What do you want, Kurt?”
“Want you. Want your mouth. Please.” Kurt moaned as I started stroking his neglected shaft.
“You want my mouth where?” I asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he shot me a sulky look.
“O-on my- Ohh, p-please, Blay. Suck me-e,” he whined.
“Suck your…? Use your words, Kurt. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” He wriggled his hips as my hand paused on his dick. Chuckling, I told him, “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what you want me to do with my mouth, beautiful.”
“Pleasesuckmycock,” Kurt rushed out with a heaving breath as he pulled on the ropes again. “Ugh, Blay, please.”
His shaft followed the groove of my tongue as I slid down, my lips closing around his hot, twitching cock. As Kurt groaned with pleasure, I savored the gush of pre-come, sucking him hard and fast, wanting to take him close to the edge but not all the way. He bucked into my mouth and I slid my hands under his ass to pull him in closer. The headboard banged against the wall several times as Kurt struggled and thrust clumsily while he cried out. When his stomach muscles started twitching like crazy, I pulled off and squeezed him by the root.
“I needed you hard, baby,” I panted out, trying to catch my breath as I crawled over him.
Dotting kisses up his body, I rambled, unable to stop myself. “God, I missed you so much, Kurt. Don’t leave me like that again. I need you, beautiful. Need you to fuck me. Don’t ever leave me. Don’t leave. Don’t. Don’t stop,” I breathed out into his mouth as he kissed me rushed and sloppily. “Don’t stop kissing me,” I whined as his lips caught mine. Swirling my tongue against his, I reached beneath my pillow to grab the lube.
“Blay,” Kurt whimpered.
“I need you, Kurt. Need to feel you. Need to know you’re mine, baby.” I fumbled to squeeze out lube onto a pair of fingers. As I reached behind myself, I kissed him again, only this time slow and deliberate. “Uh, Kurt,” I moaned as I pushed two fingers inside my ass, shuddering as I stroked in and out.
Kurt sucked on my lower lip as I whimpered. He swallowed my gasp and let his tongue drift along mine while I fingered myself open. I hurried along, adding a third finger, wanting him to be awake for the first time while he was inside me.
“Whatta you doing? Blay?” Kurt nosed along my cheek, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed.
I kissed him off center and mumbled, “I want you inside me. Do you want that, Kurt?” Groaning, I pulled my fingers out and groped beneath my pillow for the condom I’d stashed. “Please say you want that,” I whispered as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Blay,” Kurt panted. “Yes, yes, yes, want you, want you.”
Pushing myself off him, I broke the packet open and pulled the latex sheath over his dick. Kurt started moving restlessly again as I lubed him up, whining for me. I shifted to straddle his hips and lined his dick up. Kurt’s head lolled as he tried to watch but he couldn’t keep still, his head dropping into my pillow. As I sunk down onto his cock, Kurt arched up and cried out. I dropped down further, taking him all the way in and held myself still as he bucked, out of control, beneath me.
I lay down over him, with my face buried against his sweaty neck, while he breathed heavily and calmed his uncontrolled thrusting. “Kurt, Kurt, I’ve missed you so much. I want you, beautiful. I want you so much. Uh!” He fucked back into me with determination. “I hate it when you ignore me, when you avoid me. Please don’t leave me alone like that. Don’t leave without saying something. I want you. I always want you,” I blathered in a mumble.
Lifting my head, I found his lips, rolled my hips down and took his whimper with my tongue. He answered with a lazy shove upwards and our bodies surged together like that for a few more minutes until his hips finally dawdled, then stopped altogether.
Cupping his face in my hands, I gazed into his unfocused blue eyes and kissed him one more time before he went under. “Please stay with me,” I whispered as his eyes closed. “Please stay,” I murmured and hugged him tight as my hips moved, fucking back onto his cock harder and faster.
“Oh!” I sobbed into Kurt’s skin at a particularly hard shove backwards. “Fuck!” I cried out, sat up with hands pressed against his chest and started to ride him in earnest. The headboard smacked against the wall rhythmically as I fucked Kurt harder and faster. So close! I grasped my cock as it slapped between our bellies and tugged it until I finally stuttered out Kurt’s name and spurted come across him.
I fell forward over top of him and lay there wheezing, warm and sated. My eyes slid shut as I nuzzled him and relaxed. Sighing, I squeezed down on where he was still buried inside of me, his cock still thick and hard even though his erection was softening slightly with the lack of sensation. Perfect.
Eventually I moved, cleaning and untying, and packed everything away. I left him naked though, and in my bed - I wasn’t ready to give him up just yet. Flipping off the main light, I climbed back into bed and snuggled into Kurt’s lax body. For the first time in two days, I slept like a log.
***
Part 25b>>
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.
Additional warnings for this chapter: Light bondage.
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.
A/N - Hey, it’s been a while but I haven’t forgotten this story. Thanks for being so patient.
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***
“Pay up, John,” Wes said with a smug grin, wiggling his fingers as he presented his palm over the breakfast laden table.
David grinned as a crisp note was slapped into our friend’s hand. “To the winners, go the spoils,” he said smugly.
I rolled my eyes and glanced at Kurt further down the table only to find him gazing across the room. My brow twitched into a frown as I tried to follow his line of sight, but Flint blocked my view as he stopped by to shake my hand.
“Congrats, man. I knew you could do it.”
“But you bet against him,” Jeff said with a scowl as he draped his arm across my shoulders protectively.
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I accepted Flint’s offer of a handshake. The phone call had come much earlier than I’d anticipated from the park’s casting office but I was pleased and had no hard feelings about the wagers.
“So, Blainers what part do you have in the show?” Nick asked as he patted me on the back.
“They didn’t say,” I told the small crowd around me. “They simply said that I was in the show.”
“You’re bound to be one of the leads,” Thad said as he winked my way.
Oh man. I shot him a wan smile and shrugged again, this time catching Kurt’s smiling eyes briefly before he turned back to whoever had sat down next to him. I hummed absent-mindedly and tried to get another glimpse of my roommate only to find that this time I couldn’t see around Thad.
***
Shit.
I tucked my phone back into my blazer pocket and headed into nearly empty dining hall alone to grab a sandwich and a Coke for lunch. Thankfully, Jeff and Trent waved me over to their empty table.
“Hey, Blaine. Where’s Kurt?” Trent asked as he sipped on his milkshake while I sat down.
“Studying, apparently.” I ripped the tab off my soda can viciously.
“Huh?” Jeff’s head jerked up from the tower of pretzels he was making. “Who with?”
“Dunno,” I grumbled and took a swig of my drink. “He didn’t say.”
“Kurt’s so nice. And smart. He helps a couple of guys out in French sometimes. Maybe it’s one of them,” Trent suggested as he stirred his drink with the straw. “It must be serious if he’s missing lunch with you though,” he added sincerely.
Jeff snorted but then promptly knocked over his pretzels. “Shit!”
“Jenga!” I crowed and scooped one up to crunch.
***
It wasn’t until I had Kurt’s cock halfway in my mouth later that I thought to ask about his study buddy and, of course, by that time it was too late. Kurt’s eyes were closed and he only had a half-hearted grip on my damp hair.
I decided to concentrate on the task at hand instead, sucking while bobbing up and down as my best friend slurred my name. Determined to make him come before he surrendered to the sandman, I swallowed more of Kurt’s shaft and was rewarded with a long dirty moan as his cock erupted down my throat.
Crawling up to lay with Kurt, I pulled up the covers, wrapped an arm around him and told him about my day as he dozed off.
***
Where the hell is he? I shot another glance at the clock. Fuck. He’s missed curfew.
I sent off yet another text to Nick asking him if he’d had any news on Kurt’s whereabouts yet. Having dinner with Nick earlier had taken my mind off things but I also knew that between him, Jeff and Trent, I had the Warbler gossip mill covered. At least I thought I had. Clearly I was missing something because Kurt was still not in our room. Or in my bed. With me. Where he belonged.
Fuck it!
I yanked open the dorm room door only to see Mr Rigsby wandering down the hall.
“Back inside, Blaine. It’s past curfew.”
“I know but-”
“Did you want me to do a room check, Mr Anderson?”
Oh no! “No, no. Sorry, Sir.”
I shut the door and walked across the room, kicking Kurt’s mattress along with way. Answer your phone, Kurt! I text him. Again. Which, if I’m being honest, probably put me in the stalker category with the number of messages I’d sent tonight but hey, at least now there was a reason.
To Kurt
‘It’s official. You’re out past curfew and Mr Rigsby is on floor patrol. Wherever you are…be careful!’
I dropped my phone on the bed and grabbed a towel. I definitely need to cool off.
Standing under the lukewarm shower spray, I shook my head in disbelief. He missed dinner today, I don’t know where he is or who he’s with, if he’s okay. God! Please be okay! Please don’t let anything have happened to you!
I finished up quickly and decided that I’d wait up until midnight. If I hadn’t heard anything by midnight then I would raise the alarm with which ever teacher was on call this week. After toweling off, I pulled on my pajamas and checked my phone. Oh thank goodness.
To Blaine
‘Shit! Sorry! I’m on my way back now.’
He’s okay. He’s okay. I sagged to sit on my bed then flopped backwards, staring at the ceiling. Thank you.
***
I must’ve dozed off because when I woke up, the room was dark and Kurt was asleep in his bed.
One a.m.
Biting my lip, I crept over to his bed. I just want to be near him.
Kurt continued to sleep sprawled on his back, blissfully unaware as I slipped under the covers and lay down next to him, my face fitting nicely in the crook of his neck. I didn’t dare speak. Instead my top leg slid between his and I shifted myself just that little bit closer, the warmth of his body going straight to my dick.
Shuddering as my cock hardened, I pressed my lips to his warm neck in a soft kiss as my hips pulled back in a tiny movement to rock up against Kurt’s thigh. He groaned and shifted slightly, clearly wanting to roll in my direction, except, as it was blocked by my body, only his head twisted to meet mine.
I paused, frozen with dread. His lips were pressed to my forehead, his nose buried in my fuzzy curls as I waited to see if he’d wake. My mind was blank even though my heart raced. I had no excuse to be here, in his bed. What would he say? Or do? My heart leaped into my throat as he took a deep breath and snuggled into my hair. He’s nuzzling me! Still wild eyed, I let myself breathe softly and rubbed my cock back against his thigh again.
Kurt grumbled quietly.
Fuck! I stopped myself yet again although my hips itched to touch him. He shifted away, preparing to turn over and I waited, still and silent, leg pulled back, ready to bolt. Finally, Kurt re-settled on his side facing me with his hand resting between us. I shifted subtly so we were nose to nose and practically sharing each other’s breaths, then I gently lifted his hand in one of my own and brought it to my crotch.
Clumsily, I moved his slack hand against my bulge in a barely there stroke but decided to keep him still and have my hips do the work instead. Holding Kurt’s hand steady, I humped into the curve of his curled fingers as quickly as I dared, worried that the movement of the bed might startle him.
Oh. I want- God, I want so much. Kurt! Kurt, I want you so much.
The bed squeaked in protest, making me worry, so I stilled my hips one more time and set his hand down on the mattress. Pulling my cock out for him to touch instead, I gently picked up his hand by the fingers, let his fingers curl loosely around my stiff shaft and moved it so he was pumping me lazily. He’s so- I gasped quietly with each stroke. Fuck, Kurt. Fuck baby, beautiful, Kurt. Oh my God.
Shifting my face to kiss Kurt’s mouth softly, I kept the motion of his arm at a slow, steady pace. I was so close. Pre-come dribbled down between our fingers in a steady pulsing stream. My tongue licked lightly across his lips, teasing the seam, as his hand teased my cock. Kurt’s mouth fell slightly open, slack with sleep but it allowed me to pull his lower lip in and suck on it lightly while I used his hand to jerk off.
Another half dozen strokes had my breath stuttering as my lips met his in a barely there kiss and I came all over my sleep shirt with a breathy moan. Lifting Kurt’s fingers to my mouth, I considered licking the remnants of the sticky residue from his skin but made a hasty decision not to and laid his hand back on the bed between us to dry.
As I slid into my own cool bed with a fresh shirt on, I wondered if Kurt would even notice the dried trails of my pre-come decorating his fingers before he showered in the morning.
***
Moving quietly in our dawn-lit room, I pulled on my track pants, a t-shirt and tied up my sneakers. If I stayed in our room one minute longer, I seriously doubted my ability to stop myself from climbing back in to Kurt’s bed. Instead, I headed for the punching bag. There was nothing like working up a sweat to get out my frustrations. Hopefully it would stop me from being grumpy with my roommate during breakfast after the panicking over his MIA status last night. The last thing I wanted to do was bite his head off - even if I did want to know what the fuck was going on.
***
Feeling loose and happy, I jogged back up the hall to our room hopeful that Kurt was already up so we could catch up.
But my improved mood sunk as I spotted the note stuck to our door. Already gone to breakfast? I yanked it off and screwed it up as I pushed the door open. So he just doesn’t want to see me at all now? The balled up paper bounced off the rim of the bin by the desk and landed on the floor. I stared at it with a scowl. No, you know what? He can pick it up. Instead, I stomped my way to the bathroom and flicked the faucet on carelessly.
Shower, breakfast, home room. Text him over breakfast if he’s not down there. No! No, forget him. You don’t need him anyway. He clearly doesn’t want to be around you. Don’t force it. Besides, we don’t even have any classes together this morning anyway and Ms Carter will only confiscate the phone if she sees it out. It’ll just have to wait until lunch.
I jumped under the too hot water and hissed, turning the tap a little to get the temperature right. Maybe I don’t need lunch today. Maybe he can eat by himself and see how he likes it. Okay, no, that’s dumb. There’s always someone to sit with. Shut up and wash your hair, dummy.
***
“Where’s your precious roommate? Don’t you guys always eat lunch together?”
Thad. Fuck.
“Dunno,” I said with a shrug. It was true. Kurt hadn’t answered my text over breakfast this morning but he’d sent one later to let me know he wouldn’t be at lunch today and hadn’t expanded on that, even when I’d asked.
Thad eased himself into the chair opposite me and smiled a little too smugly as his bag of Doritos landed on the table. “You okay there, babe?” He toyed with the edge of the bag then ripped it open.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” I glanced back to what was left of my chicken salad and stabbed another piece of lettuce with the fork.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your crush is busy playing hooky in the library and you’re sitting here all lonely and…”
“I am not lonely!” My eyes stayed on my plate while I flipped over a small piece of chicken and squashed it under the tines.
“…sulking.”
“I am not- Wait, he’s in the library?” My head jerked up to see if Thad was being honest. Why would he be there?
“Uh huh,” Thad said just as he crunched down on a chip. “I’m guessing your little plan didn’t quite go the way you wanted, huh? And now he’s avoiding you by hiding out in the library? That’s gotta hurt, man.”
“He’s not avoid-” I sighed heavily. Okay so maybe Kurt was avoiding me. And it did hurt.
“You gotta face facts Blainers, after everything you did to keep him as your roomie, he’s kinda throwing it back in your face.” Thad tilted his head at me with an arched eyebrow, then threw another chip into his mouth and crunched it obnoxiously.
“It’s not like that.” But to be honest I couldn’t tell if I was trying to convince him or myself.
Thad sat back in his chair and shook his head. “Ditch that,” he motioned to my almost empty plate, “We’re going on a covert mission.”
“Fine! But I am not crushing on him,” I muttered, pushing myself away from the table.
***
Thad led me past the side wall of the library where a bunch of students were sitting beside the tall windows and then cut back through a row of non-fiction to get to the back wall. Standing behind me, Thad took me by the waist and nudged me forward to the end of the row. “See?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
Sure enough, there was Kurt. His books were open on the table and he was seated by himself although clearly he hadn’t been alone. The chair next to him might have been empty but there was a blazer hooked over the back of it and another set of books on the table. Who they belonged to was a mystery to me though.
“Was he sitting with anyone before? When you saw him earlier?” I whispered, sinking back so as not to be seen or heard.
“No, he was on his own before.” Thad kept himself pressed up against me as he whispered again. “Maybe he was waiting for someone though.”
“What?” I turned my head and noticed him nod towards the crumpled up take out bag on the table. Shit. My head dropped in defeat. He met up with someone up and blew me off. Again.
“Why do you even bother, babe? He doesn’t appreciate you. Not like I would,” Thad whispered hotly against my ear as his hand slid around my waist.
My dry eyes stung with sudden tears and I pulled away, knocking a book off the end of the shelf as I stumbled towards the table. I need to know.
Kurt turned at the noise of the book hitting the floor and stared at me in shock as I picked it up off the carpet. “Blaine!” he gasped out.
“Are you avoiding me!” My eyes widened in horror. Oh God. I said that out loud!
“What? N-no, of course not. I-I- What are you doing here?” His eyes darted away.
“It’s a library,” I scoffed. “I needed a-a book. And as I didn’t have any company at lunch today, I thought I’d grab it before next period.”
“O-of course. Uh…um, what are you reading?” Kurt hesitantly nodded to the book I was still clutching.
“Uh…” I flipped the book over to read the cover and my heart sank. Fuck. “Guilt: The bite of…conscience?” What the hell had I picked up? I glanced over my shoulder at the aisle Thad and I had been staked out in - Philosophy. Go figure.
“Is that for English? Are you guys on philosophy already?” Kurt asked sounding impressed.
“I- Yes.”
“Wow. We should swap notes on Nietzsche.”
“Well, yeah but you’re never-” I stopped myself from whining like a five year old. “Kurt.” Taking a deep breath, I powered through what’d been eating me up since Monday. “I’ve barely seen you in days, which is really saying something because we share a room. I don’t get it, Kurt. I thought I was your best friend?” Okay, that still sounded whiny. I shut my eyes and took a step backwards.
“Blaine,” he sounded pained, like I’d hurt him, which was pretty rich. “You are,” Kurt said softly, still half twisted in his seat.
“But?” You might as well say it, Kurt. I held my breath and waited for the inevitable. I have someone new in my life now. We just really click. They’re a really good friend. And you and I don’t have to spend so much time together. You understand, don’t you? You want me to be happy, right? Of course we’ll still see talk - I’ll call you.
“…I really need to catch up on my homework from last night,” Kurt said in a firm voice even as he looked up at me apologetically.
I had to look away as my mind raced. What? But- That makes no sense! If they were friends, they would’ve done homework together last night. What was he doing? No! Who was he doing! Who was he making out with? Were they laughing at me?! Sitting alone in my room, waiting- no! Pining for him, while they were off fooling around? God fucking dammit! You don’t even care at all, do you Kurt?
My eyes snapped open to see him looking at me earnestly, practically begging me to go away, with those big stupid blue-green eyes of his.
I glanced back down at the heavy weight of the book about guilt in my hand and shook my head with a huff. “Right,” I said bitterly. “You know what Kurt?” I don’t need to drag this burden around anymore. “Maybe you need this more than I do.” I stepped forward and tossed the book onto his table with more force than I’d planned. The loud slap made us both flinch and Kurt’s eyes darted off down the stacks again. Before he could be bothered to look at me or say anything else, I spun around and stalked off.
If I hurried I could make it to the gym even if it meant blowing off study hall. I really needed to hit something.
***
“Kiss me, Blay.” Kurt struggled to arch up and capture my lips, his nose pressing into my cheek instead.
“Tell me where you were last night.” I pushed our interlocked hands back against my bed and his head dropped back to my pillow. “You haven’t told me anything all night. What did you do?”
“Went out.” His eyelashes fluttered as he smiled coyly.
I hummed at his answer, not happy with the continuing lack of detail. He’d refused to give away anything of use so far. “Where did you go? Who did you go with?”
“Was a date. Heez cute.” There was that goofy smile again.
“Who, Kurt?” Tell me!
“He has big muscles, Blay. So big. Uh, kiss me, Blay.”
“What’s his name?” I leaned down to whisper. “Who did you go out with?”
“Blay…Blay, want you, want your mouth.” He puckered his lips exaggeratedly.
“Jesus, just tell me Kurt!” I jolted our joined hands and pushed them down harder. “Tell me who you were with!”
“Heez not you, Blay. S’not the same,” Kurt whined as he tried to kiss me again. “Just want you. Was just a dumb movie. Want you. Baby, please,” he cajoled. His nude body bucked under mine, his legs spreading and wrapping around my waist.
“What did you do with him, Kurt? Did you kiss him? Did you t-touch him? Did-did you…” Fuck him?
“No, Blay, no. Want you. Just want you. Mpf!”
I cut him off with a bruising kiss, my tongue plunging inside to taste him. He wants me? He can have me! “Does he kiss you like that?” I asked, gasping as I broke away finally.
Kurt shook his head and gulped down a shaky breath. I could feel him hard against me as he arched up again. He groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. “No kisses,” Kurt panted out as I thrust my bare and slowly hardening cock alongside his. “No kisses yet. Ohhhh, B-Blay. Blay, kiss me. Kiss, kiss, kiss,” he chanted softly as he pressed against my body.
I caved in and kissed him senseless. I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe. I kissed him until my head was swimming and then I kissed him some more. Finally, when my lips were buzzing and my tongue tired, I let his hands go.
“Where you going?” Kurt whimpered as I rolled off the bed and reached to grab the long silk rope from my cupboard. “Blay?” he called out uncertainly when I didn’t answer.
“Shhh,” I replied, standing next to the bed, my stiff cock jutting out towards him. Unfurling the soft black cord from its knot, I asked Kurt, “Have you ever been tied up, beautiful?”
His glazed eyes blinked at me owlishly as he shook his head.
“I’m gonna tie your hands up, okay?”
“Will you suck me, Blay?”
“Yes, right after I do this,” I soothed as I threaded the bulk of the rope through the loop that was around a slat in my headboard.
“’Kay,” Kurt breathed out, watching my hands work to do the same thing on the other side of the headboard as he tugged on his dick. “Mmm, hurry Blay, uh,” Kurt panted out as he stroked faster.
I quickly wrapped my hand around his right wrist and eased it away from his dick. “Uh uh, Kurt. Don’t come yet. I want to show you something. I want your first time to be perfect,” I looped the thin silken rope around his wrist again and tied it off, remembering what the website tutorial had said.
Kurt grumbled as his hips shifted impatiently and he tugged on his bound arm.
“Shh, baby. Nearly done. You want me to suck your cock, don’t you?”
“Yes!” he said with a pout.
“Then you need to give me your other hand. Thank you, Kurt. There, one more knot…and we’re done.”
I stood back and admired my work. Kurt’s arms outstretched and tied wide apart, his untied legs spread and restless, and his eyes on mine as I played with my balls. My cock twitched with anticipation but then my roommate’s head plopped back to the pillow tiredly. Better get the camera.
Kurt jerked back to awareness as the camera’s flash went off. “Kurt? Look at me beautiful.” I clicked off another few shots of him spread out for me as he watched me with bleary eyes.
“Bl-Blay,” Kurt bleated miserably. “Want you.”
Deciding to take pity on him, I clambered onto my bed between his legs and set the camera down for a second. “What do you want, Kurt?”
“Want you. Want your mouth. Please.” Kurt moaned as I started stroking his neglected shaft.
“You want my mouth where?” I asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he shot me a sulky look.
“O-on my- Ohh, p-please, Blay. Suck me-e,” he whined.
“Suck your…? Use your words, Kurt. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” He wriggled his hips as my hand paused on his dick. Chuckling, I told him, “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what you want me to do with my mouth, beautiful.”
“Pleasesuckmycock,” Kurt rushed out with a heaving breath as he pulled on the ropes again. “Ugh, Blay, please.”
His shaft followed the groove of my tongue as I slid down, my lips closing around his hot, twitching cock. As Kurt groaned with pleasure, I savored the gush of pre-come, sucking him hard and fast, wanting to take him close to the edge but not all the way. He bucked into my mouth and I slid my hands under his ass to pull him in closer. The headboard banged against the wall several times as Kurt struggled and thrust clumsily while he cried out. When his stomach muscles started twitching like crazy, I pulled off and squeezed him by the root.
“I needed you hard, baby,” I panted out, trying to catch my breath as I crawled over him.
Dotting kisses up his body, I rambled, unable to stop myself. “God, I missed you so much, Kurt. Don’t leave me like that again. I need you, beautiful. Need you to fuck me. Don’t ever leave me. Don’t leave. Don’t. Don’t stop,” I breathed out into his mouth as he kissed me rushed and sloppily. “Don’t stop kissing me,” I whined as his lips caught mine. Swirling my tongue against his, I reached beneath my pillow to grab the lube.
“Blay,” Kurt whimpered.
“I need you, Kurt. Need to feel you. Need to know you’re mine, baby.” I fumbled to squeeze out lube onto a pair of fingers. As I reached behind myself, I kissed him again, only this time slow and deliberate. “Uh, Kurt,” I moaned as I pushed two fingers inside my ass, shuddering as I stroked in and out.
Kurt sucked on my lower lip as I whimpered. He swallowed my gasp and let his tongue drift along mine while I fingered myself open. I hurried along, adding a third finger, wanting him to be awake for the first time while he was inside me.
“Whatta you doing? Blay?” Kurt nosed along my cheek, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed.
I kissed him off center and mumbled, “I want you inside me. Do you want that, Kurt?” Groaning, I pulled my fingers out and groped beneath my pillow for the condom I’d stashed. “Please say you want that,” I whispered as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Blay,” Kurt panted. “Yes, yes, yes, want you, want you.”
Pushing myself off him, I broke the packet open and pulled the latex sheath over his dick. Kurt started moving restlessly again as I lubed him up, whining for me. I shifted to straddle his hips and lined his dick up. Kurt’s head lolled as he tried to watch but he couldn’t keep still, his head dropping into my pillow. As I sunk down onto his cock, Kurt arched up and cried out. I dropped down further, taking him all the way in and held myself still as he bucked, out of control, beneath me.
I lay down over him, with my face buried against his sweaty neck, while he breathed heavily and calmed his uncontrolled thrusting. “Kurt, Kurt, I’ve missed you so much. I want you, beautiful. I want you so much. Uh!” He fucked back into me with determination. “I hate it when you ignore me, when you avoid me. Please don’t leave me alone like that. Don’t leave without saying something. I want you. I always want you,” I blathered in a mumble.
Lifting my head, I found his lips, rolled my hips down and took his whimper with my tongue. He answered with a lazy shove upwards and our bodies surged together like that for a few more minutes until his hips finally dawdled, then stopped altogether.
Cupping his face in my hands, I gazed into his unfocused blue eyes and kissed him one more time before he went under. “Please stay with me,” I whispered as his eyes closed. “Please stay,” I murmured and hugged him tight as my hips moved, fucking back onto his cock harder and faster.
“Oh!” I sobbed into Kurt’s skin at a particularly hard shove backwards. “Fuck!” I cried out, sat up with hands pressed against his chest and started to ride him in earnest. The headboard smacked against the wall rhythmically as I fucked Kurt harder and faster. So close! I grasped my cock as it slapped between our bellies and tugged it until I finally stuttered out Kurt’s name and spurted come across him.
I fell forward over top of him and lay there wheezing, warm and sated. My eyes slid shut as I nuzzled him and relaxed. Sighing, I squeezed down on where he was still buried inside of me, his cock still thick and hard even though his erection was softening slightly with the lack of sensation. Perfect.
Eventually I moved, cleaning and untying, and packed everything away. I left him naked though, and in my bed - I wasn’t ready to give him up just yet. Flipping off the main light, I climbed back into bed and snuggled into Kurt’s lax body. For the first time in two days, I slept like a log.
***
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