He had a 2 hour break between his classes, so he was lying on his bed trying to take a nap before his biology lecture. If he didn’t, he was sure to fall asleep during class, and he needed to do well on the next test in order to keep his grade up. This meant he needed to be alert. Unfortunately, his mind was racing and wandering to places that were not conducive to sleep.

Who was that boy? Is he a student? Why haven’t I seen him around campus before? Why haven’t I seen him since? I wonder if he’s gay. Does he have a boyfriend? I’d be shocked if he didn’t. The way he carries himself? And with that ass and those lips? They looked so soft and smooth. Damn, I bet he’s a good kisser. I bet he’s good at other things too...

Blaine shifted on the bed and his eyes flew open when his jeans rubbed roughly against the now present bulge in his pants.

Damnit.

Blaine tried to resist. He tried to will his erection to go away. He really needed to nap. He gripped his sheets and bit his bottom lip, trying to summon every ounce of will power he had in his body and keep his hands at his sides. Sleep. Sleep. He needed sleep. Sleep is the most important thing right now. He tried and tried to convince himself, but his body had other ideas. He clamped his eyes shut tight but all he saw was that beautiful boy’s face.

His perfect skin and fine hair, and those piercing blue eyes that were staring straight into his soul. Blaine suddenly saw his own fingers running through the boy’s hair, gently moving down over his cheek, and the boy’s eyes fluttered shut as he let out a soft whine, leaning into Blaine’s touch. Blaine moved his thumb over to the boys lips, softly running it back and forth over his bottom lip. The boy kissed the pad of his thumb before starting to suck gently...

Blaine ripped himself back to reality, feeling that his face was flushed and he was damp with sweat. His right hand had moved from where it had been fisted in the sheets and was now resting on his upper thigh, his thumb moving back and forth dangerously close to his zipper. He snatched his hands away and fisted them in his curls in frustration. He was letting a boy he’d seen only once jeopardize his grade in biology. He let out an exasperated huff, tugging hard on his hair, as if the pain might take his mind off...other things. Things that were getting rather painful themselves.

But suddenly they weren’t Blaine’s hands anymore. They were softer hands with long fingers that tugged gently, while their owner was breathing hot and heavy into the crook of Blaine’s neck. They tugged harder, exposing more skin while soft, pink lips slid up and down his throat, making Blaine’s breath hitch. The lips began making a slow but steady trek downwards, the hands following in their wake, and as the fingers reached the waistband of his jeans...

“Fuck it.” Blaine growled as he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them halfway down his thighs. He grasped his cock hard and groaned at the sensation. He pumped once, twice, three times, and stilled his hand, shocked at how close he was to coming already. He had never gotten himself that close before without even touching himself. If he continued at this pace it’d be over in no time, and he didn’t want that, no matter how hard his body would argue to the contrary. He removed his right hand from his cock and dragged it slowly up his torso, brushing a nipple through his T-shirt on his way to fisting it back into his hair. He moved his left hand, the significantly less practiced hand, to where his right hand had just been. The rhythm started slowly, and quite sporadically, as he tried to get used to using his non-dominant hand. It felt like someone else’s hand. Someone new, trying to get a feel for what he liked. It was barely a stretch at all for him to start imagining the boy again.

Blaine could see him crouched over him, watching himself fisting Blaine’s cock, twisting it slightly on every few strokes, the opposite direction of the way Blaine usually does it. The feeling was new and so intense. When Blaine’s hips bucked up in surprise, the boy smiled.

“You like that?” He crooned in his silky smooth voice.

“Mmmmm...” Blaine moaned, bucking into his hand, seeking more than he was physically able to give with his left hand. It was torture. Sweet, sweet torture. “More...”

“Mmmm...” The boy hummed at Blaine’s plea. He lowered his head to just above the head. He looked up at Blaine with mischief in his eyes, and licked his lips...

“Uhh...” Blaine whined. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked up his palm, coating it and reaching back down...

The boy’s mouth sank down over Blaine’s cock, his velvet lips doing things to him that Blaine didn’t even know were possible. The boy’s eyes were closed as he relished the taste, moaning softly every once in a while. The beautiful yet obscene sounds the boy was making were driving Blaine wild. The gorgeous boy continued moving up and down deliciously, turning Blaine to jelly, moaning and writhing in the sheets....

Blaine removed his other hand from his hair...

One of the boy’s hands moved up under his shirt to Blaine’s chest, flicking his hard nipple and twisting it suddenly, making Blaine arch up off the bed. Blaine’s pleasure was building fast.

Blaine suddenly knew that he couldn’t last. He needed release. He moved his hand as fast as he could, but the muscles in his weaker hand were burning. His right hand moved down to take over...

That sweet mouth finally pulled off, only to be replaced with a strong hand, pumping vigorously and twisting in the just the way that Blaine needed, swiping a thumb over the slit and eliciting a loud cry from Blaine’s lips. The boy could sense that Blaine was close, and so he leaned over so that his lips were and inch from Blaine’s, their torsos an inch from touching, so close that Blaine wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the boy’s waist and bridge that last evil gap between them, but the boy simply whispered against his lips, so quiet that Blaine almost missed it...

“Come for me.”

Blaine threw his head back into his pillow, his entire body arching off the bed as he came. He saw stars as his body thrashed around, his toes curling into the sheets and his free hand slamming against the wall, grasping for a hold on something. It seemed like forever before he finally let go and collapsed on the bed. He hadn’t come that long or that hard in quite a while. As his screams finally subsided and he began to bask in the afterglow, he opened his eyes. He was alone. The beautiful boy had disappeared.

He threw an arm over his eyes and let out a loud sigh. This boy was definitely trouble.

After only a few minutes he fell asleep.

Blaine Anderson slept through his biology lecture.