"You were the cock block mister I-don't-want-it-to-be-special! Now shut the fuck up and move!" I sighed, trying to angle my backside so Blaine would hit my prostate.

I was currently draped over the Warbler council's stand, the little slut I was, Blaine pressed deep behind me. This wasn't supposed to happen. We had merely been studying after school, but then we started kissing and the kissing turned into palming and then lust filled acts of impulse.

Blaine gripped my side, watching my skin ripple at every thrust. I moaned from the feeling of having a part of someone I loved connected to me and I never wanted this feeling of bliss to end.

However I had always been one to quickly become impatient.

"Harder Blaine!" I snarled, shamelessly rolling my own hips against the stand, craving some type of friction. My manicured finger nails dug into the wood and suddenly Blaine hit that special spot inside me.

So, about what Blaine said in the car, about me fucking him, I could honestly say that I really didn't think about it, but at the same time say that I had. Yeah, when I was home alone thinking about us I had wondered what it would feel like to fuck Blaine, to be on the other side of the sex, but at the same time, whenever we were going to make love, my thoughts were pretty focused on getting him in me as soon as humanly possible.

I guess I'm more of a "bottom" because I really do enjoy it, but I still crave to know what it is on the other side.

But right now, Blaine was currently fucking my brains out and I was sure a few cells had dribbled out my ears in the last few minutes. It was these little moments that I didn't care who did what, since all I could comprehend at the moment was how hard I was and how magnificent a lover Blaine was.

"Right there!" I sighed and Blaine picked up his pace, making sure to keep the angle.

My little inner porn star seemed to be exploding out of my mouth as ecstasy filled moan after moan rolled out. For reasons which I'm still unsure of, I grabbed the gavel that was in my face and banged it on the table three times before letting it go and a few seconds later I suddenly clenched around Blaine and came over the Warbler's stand, a bit surprised at how fast I had cum, and palming myself as I did.

I could feel Blaine watching as I fell apart beneath him and he too came hard into me, his thighs trembling with the intensity of his orgasm. He slowly pulled out of me and wiped himself off before sliding off the haphazardly rolled on condom.

While he found a trashcan and wrapped the evidence in an obscene amount of tissues, I allowed myself to stay exposed over the long desk, my blazer still on but my pants and underwear thrown carelessly onto the couch.

"I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful," Blaine said lovingly, kissing my back where the blazer had ridden up.

I snorted out an unattractive chuckle. "Yes, draped over a desk with my cum everywhere and my bare ass hanging out in the open. Very attractive."

"Well I think it's a good look for you," he growled into my ear before magically obtaining my underwear and trying to slide them up my legs.

"Uh-oh," Blaine said in an unnerving tone.

"What?" I asked hesitantly, unsure if I wanted to know.

I looked over my shoulder and Blaine held up Wes's beloved (to the point of a mild sexual attraction as Nick had pointed out) gavel. I winced as some of my cum dripped off of it. I vaguely remembered my arm sweeping across the desk, pens and holders, a few papers, a clipboard, and the fated gavel falling to the floor, but I did not remember it rolling into the precise place just between my feet and the desk where it would eventually, along with some of the side of the wood desk, get covered in my cum.

I almost laughed at how precise the aim seemed to be.

"I suppose we should clean that-"

"Or we could keep it as a souvenir," Blaine said a bit too thoughtfully for my liking.

I counted to ten then repeated. "Or we can clean it and never speak of this extremely risky, yet overwhelming erotic episode."

"I must say, I liked the way you randomly banged it on the table before you came on it."

"Blaine," I growled dangerously, my face heating up despite.

Blaine studied the gavel, nearly half of it smeared with a filmy white sticky substance. Knowing that I produced that substance was making me squirm as my afterglow hurriedly ran out and my borderline-germ-a-phobe tendencies started peeking through. Blaine had told me before that I seemed to release more cum than he did, but I was starting to hope that what was covering the gavel was at least not some kind of disorder. My jaw dropped though when Blaine stuck the long handle into his mouth and wrapped his lips around it before slowly pulling it out, the cum gone, but now replaced with his saliva.

"OH MY GOD, BLAINE! EW!" I screeched, covering my eyes. "Do you even understand how fucking unsanitary that was? Wes grips that thing like his own dick during meetings and what if he didn't wash his hands or something and it was ON THE GROUND! Oh my god, Blaine!" My entire body shivered and I had to force the image of what he just did (though slightly titillating, not that I would admit it) from my memory to keep from puking.

"Wes always washes his hands. He's a hundred times worse than you about germs."

"Still!"

Blaine shrugged. "Anyways, there's still some on the head of this thing. Do you want it or do I have to finish it myself?" He flashed me the dirtiest smile I'd ever seen then licked off the rest of my sperm from the top in one flat-tongued lick.

I had to force myself not to flat-out glare at my dick which was trying to get hard again despite Blaine's total lack of sanitary actions right now.

I pulled up my pants and ignored the uncomfortable sensation in my crotch while I found my little packet of Lysol wipes. I furiously got on my knees and scrubbed at the bottom of the desk where some had landed, then used another towelette to wipe over the entire side for good measure...and also the top of the three-person desk which I had sweat over.

I gingerly picked up the gavel with two fingers. "I'm buying him a new one. I don't care how much it costs. He just can never know of this."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Just wash it under some water, it will be fine."

I couldn't even comment on that. Sometimes Blaine was too much of a stupid boy for my liking...but I'd beat that out of him sooner or later.

"I'm taking it for now then I'll replace it with a new one by the next meeting."

"I'm sure Wes will know the difference. For all we know there's a secret compartment in there that he jerks off into."

It took every ounce of my will power not to smack him over the head with that very gavel. I couldn't believe how dirty he was being. Instead I buttoned my pants and straightened out my shirt under my blazer.

"I'm ignoring you," I stated.

I started putting the gavel into my satchel when an old janitor barked at me, his pale pink lips flapping, the ashen wrinkles weighing down his face.

"Excuse me?" I said, not sure of what he said the first time.

"I said don't you dare take school property off the grounds! I don't want no vandalism of this fine establishment!"

"I'll be returning it tomo-"

"That gavel will stay here, young man! I don't care if you were taking a pencil off that desk! It was funded for by the school and will stay in this school!"

I exchanged a frantic glance at Blaine who was frozen to the spot. He shrugged.

Thanks for the help, Blaine.

I walked back over to the desk and placed the gavel back on it's stand, trying to have the saliva and most-likely-still cum coated sides from the table top.

"Good," he huffed. "Now you boys have stayed for hours after school and are the only ones left. I think it's time for you to leave. Good night."

"Goodnight," I muttered in response, taking Blaine's hand and ducking out of the school before the old man could realize that my fly was down, some of the buttons of my shirt were in the wrong place, and my belt was sticking out of my backpack.

"We're so screwed!" I said to Blaine when he picked me up on Monday morning from my house. I had stayed home for the weekend one, to spend some time with my dad, and two, to find a new gavel. "I searched all weekend and could not find a new fucking gavel! I went onto Ebay, Amazon, and half a million Pottery Barns looking for something similar, but the universe seemed to be against me this weekend! The closest I got was some guy in California, but it was light gray. Who the fuck makes light gray gavels?"

"Shh," Blaine cooed. "I looked too in some teacher stores as a last resort, and didn't see anything. Wes will never know and neither will anyone else as long as we don't tell anyone, not that I planned to in any way, shape, or form."

"This is going to be one awkward Warbler meeting."

It was.

Of all days, Nick and Jeff had come in early to the Warbler meeting as Blaine and I had. Blaine and I were going to try to clean it before the meeting, but the other duo had beat us to it and were now cracking walnuts with the abused gavel as a type of "prank."

"Want some?" Jeff asked as he popped some into his mouth.

"No," I squeaked.

"Sure!" Blaine piped up. I elbowed him the ribs knowing I'd leave a good bruise. "It's not like the actual nut that they're eating touched the gavel," he mumbled to me, rubbing at his side.

"It's just the idea of it!"

"Order everyone!" Wes bellowed as he strode in. Jeff smashed the gavel down too hard in surprise and the nut along with the shell splattered onto the head of the gavel. Jeff hastily brushed it off and quickly licked the gavel of the soft green remains that his fingers didn't brush off.

I let my face fall into Blaine's shoulder, muffling my disgusted groan. His shoulders shook and I knew he was holding back insane laughter.

"Give me that!" Wes scolded and tapped the gavel on Jeff's back to push him away.

The rest of the Warblers filed in within the next 10 minutes and finally I heard the gavel bang three times against the counter. "I've called this meeting to order. Would anyone like to speak?"

I could barely lift my face from Blaine's shoulder because I couldn't bear to look at the gavel. Soon though I heard my name followed by three quick taps of the gavel.

"Warbler Kurt, you know as well as anyone that we are ecstatic that you and Blaine are in a relationship, but I would ask that you please pay attention during the meetings."

"Sorry," I said automatically.

I felt Blaine shaking next to me again. I glanced over and his face was a bit red.

"What are you laughing at?" I stage whispered.

"He bangs it three times. Every time...just like you."

I rolled my eyes, but then noticed within the next half hour that Wes had this habit of doing just that. And every time he did it, Blaine shook with internalized giggles.

"Fuck you," I said to Blaine as soon as we were back in his car.

"It was just so funny!" Blaine bellowed, tears streaming down his eyes. "Lighten up."

"Once again, fuck you."

"Gladly," he growled. He placed a hand on my thigh as I gripped the steering wheel. Here we were again. In my car. Since the first time he had uttered "fuck me." I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

"About that..." I trailed off.

"Yes?" Blaine asked.

"Um." My throat felt dry, I didn't want to embarrass myself. What if Blaine thought I was getting pushy. What if he was grossed out by being the bottom since he never seemed like he wanted to do that. "Do you remember what you said the other day?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Um, can you give me a hint what it was about? I don't really remember anything major."

I panicked. "About the teacher store. Want to go look together?"

Blaine smiled. "Okay."

I exhaled and drove towards the nearest one I knew of.

That conversation could wait till later, right?