Kurt is on cloud nine.  He can’t stop thinking about Blaine, and their time together at his place.  Blaine had shown him so much, had blown his mind over and over again, and Kurt can’t get it all out of his head.  He also can’t wait to see what else Blaine has in store for him.

He’d been a little shy to talk about it, but Blaine said it was important.  They discussed the importance of the safe words, how vital it was to their play that Kurt tells him if he’s uncomfortable or needs to stop.  Blaine explained it all to him, and Kurt was—still is—amazed at how vast their exploring can be.  He’s never thought of himself as someone who would like to be submissive, but he supposes it makes sense; he can be very hard on himself, and to relinquish that control, to give himself completely to someone else…it feels better than he ever imagined anything could feel.  Especially given what Blaine asked—no, more like told—Kurt to wear for him today.

He gets to class early, sitting close to the front.  He blushes every time Blaine looks at him, trying desperately to focus, but he finds himself daydreaming more often than not.  Blaine asked him earlier to stay after today’s lesson, knowing he has no where else to be, so Kurt keeps anxiously checking the time and nearly cheers when class is finally over.

He waits patiently as the rest of the students filter out, pretending to take a long time packing up his bag.  When the last student is out and the door is shut, he moves to get out of his seat and finally, finally get to Blaine.

Only…he can’t get out of his seat, because suddenly he has a lap full.  Of Blaine.  Blaine is just straddling him and mouthing at his neck and how did he even get here so quickly?  Not that Kurt really cares, not with the way Blaine’s tongue is pressing against his skin, making him gasp out as he moves his hands to grasp at Blaine’s ass, squeezing the flesh and moaning loudly.

“Shh, shhh, quiet now, Kurt, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear you now would we?” Blaine whispers into his skin, grinding down hard so that their dicks press roughly together, the fabric between them creating nearly painful friction.  Kurt is so turned on so fast that he can’t even form words, can only dig his fingers into Blaine further and try not to gasp or come in his pants.

“Are you wearing them?” Blaine mutters, his lips pressed wet and hot against Kurt’s ear.  He can only nod in response.  “Both of them?”  He nods again.  “Excellent.”  Blaine nibbles lightly on his earlobe before moving his hand down between them to rub harshly at Kurt’s cock where it’s trapped too tight in his jeans.

Kurt is throwing his head back and thrusting up against Blaine, spiraling towards his orgasm, when he hears someone chuckling.

“Forgot to lock the door, did we, boys?”

Blaine stiffens against him, their movements halted, the only sounds in the room their uneven panting and a steadily louder laughter.  Kurt presses his face against Blaine’s chest, trying to hide in it, so he can feel the vibrations when Blaine speaks to whomever has caught them.  And fuck someone caught them.

“Sebastian, what are you doing here?”

Kurt almost moves his head from its hiding place to look up at Blaine.  He knows this intruder?

“Thought I’d pay a visit to my favorite professor, but I see you already have some…company.”

Kurt nearly groans, pressing himself further into Blaine, who still hasn’t moved from where he’s straddling Kurt in a student desk chair fuck.  he realizes a second too late that his hands are still gripping Blaine’s ass, and almost screams when he feels unfamiliar hands prying them off, letting go before Kurt has the chance to pull them away indignantly.  Blaine is lifting up from him then, and he appreciates the much-needed breathing space.

He watches as Blaine moves to hug this man—Sebastian, whoever the fuck he is—before gesturing to Kurt.

“Bas, this is Kurt, one of….one of my students.”

Kurt gapes at him.  He doesn’t know who Sebastian is, but how can Blaine just let that out so easily?

“Ah, fresh meat?” Sebastian teases, causing Blaine to laugh lightly and Kurt to huff.

“Excuse you, Sebastian, but you don’t even know me.  There’s no reason for you to—“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, love,” Sebastian cuts him off, winking and making Kurt blush.  He couldn’t possibly know…

“Sebastian was my TA last year, Kurt.  You could say we’re, um…good friends.”  Blaine at least has the decency to avoid Kurt’s eyes as he says it.  Kurt sizes Sebastian up, taking in his lean figure, long legs, and preppy boy style.  His hair is swept up and away from his face, with a few strands carelessly loose against his forehead.  There’s a certain devilish charm to his attractive features, and Kurt has to look away, the realization that Sebastian’s good looks are doing nothing to keep down his raging boner hitting him a little too low.

“Well, well, looks like someone likes what they see,” Sebastian says, sauntering over to where Kurt is still sitting in the chair.  He leans over right behind Kurt to whisper in his ear.  “You’re really hot for it, aren’t you Kurt?  A total slut for Blaine’s cock…bet you’d be one for mine, too, hm?”

Kurt means to protest—wants to—he really does, but sebastian’s hands are trailing down his chest, brushing against his already sensitive nipples and grazing the skin above his waistband.

“I…” Kurt doesn’t know how to respond.  He’s overwhelmed and under experienced.  He looks at Blaine, need hopefully clear in his mind.  Help me, please.

“Isn’t that right, beautiful?”  Blaine whispers, stepping in front of Kurt and kneeling down, a hand coming up to hold his cheek.  Kurt is trapped between these two men, completely turned on and tremendously terrified.  “You’re a slut for me, we both know that much is true.  Why don’t we all go back to my house and find out just how far your greed for cock goes?”

Kurt’s breathing is shallow, and he lifts a hand to grab at the one Blaine has against his face.  Does he really want to do this?  He thinks he does, his cock definitely thinks he does.  He just needs that last bit of reassurance, and he really hopes Blaine can give it to him.

“C’mon, baby,” Blaine mumbles before moving in to kiss Kurt hard on the mouth.  Kurt immediately pushes into it, finding solace and comfort in Blaine’s lips against his.  “You can do this, you know you need it.  You trust me, right?”

Kurt nods.  He knows this is a good idea, can feel it in his bones, even if he doesn’t know Sebastian that well.  He knows Blaine, knows that Blaine would never do anything to hurt him, would never get him in a situation that wouldn’t be good for him.  So he nods, and smiles, and looks up at Sebastian too, who smiles right back.

“Well, great, then, let’s get this party goin’!”  Sebastian cheers, moving quickly to the door.  “I’ve got my own car, so I’ll meet you guys there, okay?  I promise not to start without you.”  He winks and smirks at them one last time before disappearing into the hall.

Blaine offers his hand to Kurt and hoists him out of the seat, steadying him on his feet when he sways a little.

“C’mon.  We’ll talk in the car,” Blaine reassures, stepping away from Kurt and gathering his things.  Kurt grabs his bag and meets Blaine at the door, taking his offered hand and letting Blaine lead him to the parking lot, all the while thinking: What the fuck have I just gotten myself into?