"Ok, so all the shit for the party, right? Um, red solo cups, the Dixie plates, um as much liquor you can fit in your car… wait… Finn wants to talk to you—"

Finn took the iPhone and put it to his face, "Add a gallon of milk to the list. Milk and Trix—hold on Blaine…what?" Finn looked back to his frat brother Thomas who went through the cabinets.

"We're low on cheese wiz."

"Cheese wiz," Finn told Blaine. "Oh!" the towering 21 year old ran through the kitchen and opened their freezer, "Ice cream! Different shit for everyone else but definitely need my vanilla. And get strawberry for my little bro."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he drove through an empty intersection. "I'm not going to remember this. Text me everything because once I leave the market—"

"You leave. I know." Finn shoved a few Doritos in his mouth from Thomas' large bag. "Just don't forget his ice cream."

"I really hope this brother of yours isn't a dope like you." Blaine said into the phone. He smiled at the scoff Finn gave him.

"Shut up short stop. But seriously, hurry up because he'll be here soon and the guys are waiting for you to go to the park."

Blaine glanced out the window as he stopped at a red light. It was still early on this bright and beautiful Florida day. Any other time he'd be home for spring break, but this time he decided to stay with his fraternity brothers and be the total assholes they were. It was better than going home to his mother and father who treated him like a child. Nothing was in Westerville, Ohio for him anyway.

"Dude," Finn's mouth was full of snacks as he spoke, "are 'ou theree?"

"Text me the list," Blaine pulled off and signaled right, "I'm about to go into the mall right now."

"K dude. Later."

Blaine hung up, tossing his phone into the passenger seat and turning into the entrance of the mall. He blew a bubble with his gum and pulled his shades down over his eyes, all before easily finding parking. The huge mall wasn't as crowded as it usually was this time on a Saturday.

The 21 year old stretched as he got out of the car; all white t-shirt rising a bit over the fitted mustard jeans he wore. He yawned, not caring much about manners, shoving his car keys in his pockets and going towards the mega mart. About a zillion messages came in from Finn and he rolled his eyes, wondering why his frat mate felt the need to list one item at a time and send it instead of writing a whole list and sending it once.

Blaine stepped onto the curb in pursuit of a shopping cart. He gave an elderly lady first dibs and smiled at her gratitude, all before reaching for one of his own. Then he stopped dead in his tracks; having seen the side profile of a man he had to have.

Blaine got what he needed. He just did. He didn't have any intention of that changing now.

The man stood not far off; a cell phone to his ear as he loaded bags into the trunk of a shiny red Nissan. Coiffed brown hair with light highlights, a set of pink lips he licked in between speaking, an angled nose on a smooth, creamy complexioned, beautiful face, and the eyes Blaine almost missed as the boy glanced up. It happened so quickly—he packed in the last bag and slammed the trunk closed, glanced up for only a second before reaching for the car keys. The eyes were beautiful, just like him, but he couldn't make out the exact color.

It seemed like cause for a closer inspection.

He saw the man speak as he slowly walked to the driver's side of his car, smiling softly with whoever was on the phone and unlocking the door. It was during this time that Blaine let his eyes drop a little lower. There was something about the way the white Henley he wore hugged his torso, and the black jeans… Blaine bit his lip as he stared. He definitely had a thing for long legs and sexy hips he could hold onto.

"Y-Yeah, okay. Talk to you later…" Kurt hung up the phone as he stared at a man approaching him. His eyes were locked on his body and Kurt couldn't help but smirk, knowing where this was going. Things had changed a lot for him since high school and being hit on by guys was nothing new, especially living in New York City where they came a dime a dozen, but this guy… he was something different.

Kurt could appreciate the hungry gaze in those hazel eyes. They made him feel even hotter in the scorching sun. He could also appreciate the way he could outline each and every muscle through the boy's tight t-shirt, and the dark hair that was gelled down to perfection, Kurt had a thing for boys with dark hair. He could lay off the gel sure, but it didn't stop the fact that those bright eyes, that amazing body, the luscious lips and charming smile made him nothing less than absolutely attractive.

So his eyes were blue… or were they green? Bluish-green, maybe. With a bit of grey?

Whatever they were, Blaine found them beautiful. He smiled when they caught eyes for the first time, after the man he'd been observing finished checking him out as well. Blaine confidently strode up to the side of the vehicle, standing right in front of this lean beauty, and gave a casual, sexy smile. A typical Blaine Anderson thing to do.

"You're gorgeous, and I'd be the stupidest man in America if I didn't come over here and tell you that."

Kurt smirked at him, crossing his arms in a way that made the man opposite him smile even more, and leant against the red vehicle. So this guy was one of those, it seemed. He was the type to say a few words, work his charm, and walk away with a phone number. A phone number he'd call once, get what he needed, and then delete it.

Kurt had seen the type before. He'd witnessed it, and he'd be a bold face liar to say he didn't enjoy being pursued by guys like him. It was fun to make his type have to work for something. They rarely had to, especially looking like this one did. He was hot- he was sexy, and he was full aware.

"Thank you." Kurt said simply. Blaine raised his eyebrow at the high voice that entered the space between them. He could definitely imagine that voice moaning his name later. "Now if you'll excuse me," he continued, "I need to get going."

His words weren't approved of. Kurt smiled at the confused look on the man's face as he went to open his door, but before he could do so the hazel eyed man stepped forward.

"What's the rush, beautiful?"

Kurt smiled at him, and damn this guy was hot, and the fact that he had no regards of his personal space; stepping closer and slipping a finger into the belt loop of Kurt's jeans, somehow that made him even hotter. But still, Kurt tilted his head and smirked, staring into the boy's eyes, and watching him look down to his lips.

"I have to be somewhere, handsome."

"Oh," he nodded, eyes never leaving those pretty lips. Blaine had plans for those lips. "You should tell me your name. I'm Blaine and I think we should do something tonight…"

Kurt smiled at him, reaching down to remove Blaine's hand from trailing along his hip. "It's nice to meet you, Blaine. I'm Kurt, and I have plans later." He leant in with a whisper, "but if it's meant to be, maybe we'll see each other again…"

Blaine licked his lips slowly, watching Kurt wink and turn to get into his car. The man bent over in those dark jeans and moved some things off the passenger seat and into the back, and Blaine smiled as he watched him. No doubt was he putting on a show.

A moment later he was all strapped into the Maxima and rolled the window down.

"Bye handsome."

Blaine stuffed his hands into his pockets. "You're making such a mistake, Kurt. You will not regret hanging out with me for a bit, and I know I won't regret spending time with you."

Kurt bit his lip and put the car in drive. "If it's meant to be, I'll see you again." With the repeated words, he drove off, down through the lot of the mall, leaving Blaine standing there with a confused albeit adorable smile on his face. He shook his head and smoothed out his hair, only moving once a car honked at him to get out of the pathway. And then Finn was texting him more shit to buy for the party and he rolled his eyes, walking towards the mega mart.

….

"Nice to meet you. Finn tells us you're in a performing arts school."

Kurt nodded with a smile. "I am. I attend NYADA in NYC and I have to say, it's nothing like the university here."

Finn smiled at his stepbrother's words. He attended the University of Florida and he loved it. It was indeed a huge campus—a place he never imagined himself getting in to, a student body that Finn honestly didn't think he'd be a part of. Not when he was from Lima, Ohio and barely got anything above Cs in his classes.

Now, he managed C plusses.

Finn loved being the starting quarterback of the Gators. He loved the fraternity he was in (the fraternity his C+ average luckily allowed him to join) living with the guys and partying like animals. He missed Rachel, but they decided their split was for the best. Maybe one day they'd find their way back to one another because he missed her a lot. But now, he had Greek letters to memorize, and Kurt would always be there, and like Burt told him, it's best to make sure he loved himself before could even begin to be a rock for anyone else. There was still a lot of growing to do, and he believed he could get there.

Kurt coming to spend time with him made Finn really happy. Both college students were, really. They usually only saw each other when they went home, and never hung out alone. So Finn made plans for Kurt to stay with him over Spring Break, and Kurt promised Finn he could bunk in the city with him sometime over the summer. They'd become a lot closer, texting often and talking on the phone a couple times a week. With both going far away from home, it kept them grounded in a way.

And now Kurt was there, enjoying Florida and seemingly getting along with his Frat brothers of Phi Beta Kappa swimmingly. Of course he still had to meet Blaine who Finn was pretty close with, but he knew they'd hit it off well too. They both had the whole gay thing working for them and it was cool and all.

"Finn?"

The taller man shook his head of his thoughts of and looked over to his stepbrother. "Huh? Sorry, I was thinking."

Kurt smiled. He really missed the big dope. "Where do I put my things? Do I have a room or am I bunking with you?"

"Oh! B is the only one with a spare bed in the room. You'll meet him soon. He's neat and all of that so he won't give you any problems. Unlike me and Tommy's room." Finn led the way up the steps of the huge building, carrying some of Kurt's bags while the boy carried the rest. "But you can get settled in and then we'll head out to the park out back, play a little basketball. I know it's not your thing—"

"I can watch," Kurt huffed out as they reached the top of the long staircase. He had no problem watching Finn's friends running around hot and sweaty as they threw around a stupid ball. "I don't mind. Everyone seems cool."

"You gotta meet B," Finn kicked his Frat mate's door open and led the way inside. Kurt stepped in cautiously, taking a second to observe the room as he did so. Staying here for the week wouldn't be so bad he guessed. It was neat like Finn promised—a few trophies here and there, and a cluster of classic movie posters; Sunset Boulevard, Singing in the Rain, The Sound of Music… as a matter of fact, the more Kurt looked around, the less it looked like the room of an athlete fraternity brother and more like a musical/theater junkie. The stack of playbills on the dresser gave that much away. "He ran to the store to get things for the party tonight," Finn continued, "which I'm super psyched for."

Kurt smiled as he put his things down. There was still so much to bring in from the rental car, despite it being a week's stay, but what did that mean to Kurt Hummel? Better over prepared than under prepared, he always said.

Finn had stopped him at a bed on the far end of the pretty large bedroom, along the wall. The other bed which belonged to 'B' was a bit closer to the door; the head of the bed facing the opposite direction of Kurt's. The NYADA student took a moment to look at his full sized bed before glancing to Finn.

"They've been cleaned, little bro. I wouldn't let you sleep on sheets someone else has slept on."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I think I'll change them anyway. I bought my own."

Finn nodded. "I figured as much—"

"Finny boy, let's go!" One of the guys called out from the first floor. Kurt gestured for his stepbrother to go as he began stripping the bed.

"I'll be fine by myself."

"Okay." Finn started backtracking towards the door, "We're going right out back to the basketball courts. Come out when you're all settled in or something."

Kurt nodded. "Will do."

As Finn left, Kurt took the opportunity to get settled in completely. He started with putting on his Egyptian cotton 1,500 thread count navy blue bed set (don't judge him) and treating himself to half of his temporary roommate's closet, which took work because this kid had his fair amount of clothing, but he got it done. Next, he used the spare space on the work desk and put his various skin creams and cleansers there, for when he was ready for bed. That party they had brewing didn't sound too appealing, so Kurt figured he'd be in the room a lot. May as well get comfortable for the next 6 days.

There was about 20 extra minutes of preparation that went into it. A quick jog out to the rental and a little bit of loading new songs onto the iPod and Kurt was ready. He grabbed a book and a bottle of Smart Water before finally deeming himself ready to go watch Finn and his football buddies out back playing basketball.

The walk over to the school's courts gave Kurt the chance to appreciate how it must've been living at a university. In New York, he had a place with Rachel not even close to the school. NYADA didn't have a 'campus'—not like this at least. It was hard to have that in New York City. But here, there was a thriving of student life and grassy hills and palm trees. There were people perched against the buildings joking with one another, others headed to the beaches he assumed, and of course you had your publicly affectionate couple giving a show. It didn't take long to find the guys he met earlier along with Finn, already mid game and full of trash talk. He smirked and stepped onto the concrete, walking swiftly to the bleachers so he could be in the shade. Finn saw him and waved, all before the basketball hit him in the head.

"Pay attention, Hudson!"

Kurt shook his head with a little laugh and looked down to his book. He'd been meaning to start J.K Rowling's adult novel for quite some time, but school and musicals had kept him busy. At least now, he'd have a few days to finish books he started and movies he was the only one in the universe that hadn't seen them, and hang out with doofalicious Finn. All of it would be appreciated from the constant rush of NYC.

"Finally, B! I've been waiting to shut you up!" Finn called out.

"Did you get the cheese wiz dude?" Kurt heard Thomas ask.

He looked up to see who this 'B' was—the 'B' that he'd be sharing a room with this week. Kurt's mouth pretty much dropped open when he saw the same guy from earlier at the mall; gelled hair, sexy arms, stupidly sexy smile, and those warm hazel eyes. The man had yet to look in his direction, too busy stealing the basketball from some dweeby freshman kid Finn and the guys had been teasing pretty much all morning (new guys have to go through this, Kurt, Finn would explain) and shooting it at the basket. Kurt took the opportunity to compose himself and look back down at his book, though the words of J.K Rowling were a bit less interesting now. Now, he had a smirk on his face because he'd be sharing a room with that for a week.

"My little bro is here," Finn slapped five with him and Blaine smiled, telling Thomas that he gotten the stupid cheese wiz. He looked over to where Finn pointed and his eyes went wide if only for a second, and then he bit his lip into a smirk. It was him, and he managed to get even hotter than earlier.

"That's this little bro you've been telling us about?"

Finn nodded. "He's older but I'm bigger. He's bunking with you since the other rooms are full. Let me introduce you two." The quarter back stalked off towards the bleachers as the guys shot the ball around. Blaine licked his lips and followed, smoothing out his hair, fixing his fitted sleeveless black shirt, checking his blue and orange Gators colored basketball shorts and making sure his sneakers were laced up before he could make an absolute fool of himself.

All good, Anderson.

"Bro! Hey, put the book down a minute."

Kurt held his finger over a line as if he was actually paying attention to what he was reading, looking up at Finn with a soft smile. "Yes?"

The towering man moved over a bit and pointed back to the 21 year old behind him. "This is B. He… I mean Blaine. Blaine Anderson," Blaine gave Kurt an indifferent look before smiling warmly, and Finn continued, "He's our starting running back for the Gators and one of my best friends here, and as you know he's your roommate. He's a really great guy." Finn gushed.

Kurt nodded with his lip worried between his teeth, trying not to stare at the boy's arms as he extended his hand. "BlaineAnderson. Nice to meet you."

Blaine nodded as he took the boy's hand in more of a caress that a shake. Finn smiled at them getting along like he knew they would.

"You do look a little familiar… but I can't place where I may've seen you before."

Kurt raised an eyebrow as he tried not to smile at the smug bastard. "Do I? I don't know… you don't look too familiar to me."

Blaine let himself smile now as Kurt withdrew his hand. "This is Kurt Hummel," Finn explained, "I've told you a bit about him. Don't worry dude, he is like the neatest guy and he stays to himself."

"Kurt Hummel." Blaine repeated to himself, "Cool." He then turned to Finn and smiled indifferently. "I'll make sure he feels… welcome. Now let's go play. Oh… and Kurt," the blue eyed man looked at him with a faint smirk and Blaine licked his lips slowly, "It was a pleasure meeting you."

With that he jogged off, and Kurt didn't let the opportunity to stare at the boy's ass go by. God was it amazing. Finn seemed happy and he looked up to his stepbrother.

"He seems nice." Kurt said calmly.

"He's the best," Finn nodded. "I'm so happy you came, bro!"

Kurt laughed lightly, stealing another glance from Blaine who winked at him before returning his eyes to his book. "Oh me too, Finn."

….

Somewhere during the afternoon, Kurt neglected the book to watch the basketball game; an admission he never thought he'd be making. But Finn was good, and their Thomas friend was hilarious with his air balls, and the Asian guy he remembered whose name was Wes seemed to talk a lot of smack. And then there was Blaine, who had at some point come out of his shirt, and his body was amazing. He could play too, Kurt thought, but really he looked too good not to want to taste.

Calm down, Hummel.

The man's gel helmet was curling at the top from where he'd been sweating, and his abs glistened with a bit of sweat that Kurt imagine himself licking off behind the student union building… slowly… and on his knees, and shit he really needed to stop watching this stupid game. He looked around the campus and found people playing Frisbee, someone actually succeeding at reading unlike him, and a few girls with pom-poms rehearsing. His view was quickly blocked by his new roommate sitting next to him, casually adjusting his sneakers as if Kurt wasn't even there. The coiffed man looked around and saw the guys were taking a break; Finn dying in the corner and a few other guys rushing to their sports drinks.

"So I guess it's meant to be." Blaine said softly but arrogantly, lacing up his sneakers and not giving the man beside him any eye contact. Kurt smiled and shrugged a bit.

"Maybe it is."

Blaine sat up and reached over on the bleachers for his cell phone, slowly unlocking it and sliding it into Kurt's hands. He received an amused look and smiled at Kurt, staring down at the flesh peeking at him from the slit in the man's Henley shirt. By the time his eyes were on Kurt's legs, he heard the man typing in his number.

"So tell me about yourself." Blaine said softly, watching Finn's little bro's long fingers work. He bit his lip and Kurt caught it, licking his in return.

"What do you want to know?" he asked as he handed the cell phone back. Blaine smiled, brushing hands with Kurt as he took it.

"Is there a boyfriend I have to worry about?"

Kurt smirked and looked away. "There's a guy but I'm not tied to him."

"So he'd be okay with us?"

"Who said there's an 'us'?"

Blaine broke into a smile now, sliding closer and placing his hand on Kurt's thigh. He leant in and whispered into his ear, "I said there is. So," his hand moved higher, "would he be okay with it or is this going to have to be our little secret? I don't want you getting back to New York with a sudden change in your walk…"

"Like I said," Kurt turned so that their lips were way too close to each other's as he spoke, "I'm not tied to him. I don't answer to anyone. But your confidence is quite, amusing, Blaine."

The man smiled. "I'll text you later." He got up and walked away, back over to the guys. Kurt licked his lips for the umpteenth time and smiled, watching the man's hips sway. He was shocked when dweeby freshman and some other kid he didn't quite recognize came up to him.

"Kurt? Do you mind helping us set up for the party tonight? I-I mean only if y-y-you want to."

Decorating? Kurt grinned. He was all over it. "I'd love to."

….

It was going to be a pretty amazing kick off to spring break party with liquor and food and celebration of the football season coming to a positive close. There'd be girls, dweeby freshman explained, and liquor, his sidekick explained, and minimal supervision if they kept it quiet enough. The last thing anyone wanted was to get in trouble.

Kurt was back at the pool lining it with strobe lights. He felt his phone vibrating but didn't check it until his job was finished, though he smiled at the message he received.

From: (352) 555-0315

Come up to the room. –B.A

As much fun as the decorating had been, and as amazing a job he'd done, Kurt didn't want to leave the rest of the work up to dweeby freshman and company. But who cared, really? He probably wouldn't even attend the party in the first place. And there was an incredibly sexy guy waiting for him in the rooms upstairs.

The choice wasn't too hard, Kurt thought.

He passed Finn and the others in the kitchen, explaining to his brother he'd be going to lie down for a while. Finn smiled as he handed over a pizza menu.

"Just let me know which pie you want for tonight. There's like 50 different toppings at the place we're ordering from."

Kurt nodded, looking down at the menu. "I'll text you. See you later, guys."

"Later Kurt," a cluster of voices responded; all busying themselves with the night's part. Kurt headed out the room and into the meeting space, wondering how exactly 'King B' got out of helping with anything.

As he climbed the steps, the sound of loud, terrible, rather obnoxious music hit him all at once. Kurt swore that if it was coming from the room he'd be staying in, someone named Blaine would be getting a piece of his mind. Luckily, it was another room and the curly haired man would get to live another day.

He stopped in front of their room, knocking a couple times out of politeness and waiting for an answer. Then Kurt realized with the loud music, he probably wasn't heard, and even if he was he definitely couldn't hear an invite in.

It didn't matter, though. When he pushed the door open, Blaine was nowhere in sight. Kurt raised an eyebrow as he glanced around the empty room, walking over to the center of the room before pulling his cell phone out. Sure enough, he'd gotten that message a few minutes ago and it wasn't a figment of his imagination. But yet, here he stood in an empty room.

With a sigh, Kurt walked over to his bed and tossed his cell phone down. He began to step out of his shoes at the same time the bedroom door closed behind him.

"You came."

Kurt turned back and his eyes almost darkened immediately at what he saw. Blaine stood in front of the entrance, still damp from his shower with wet hair that dripped from his sideburns. A dark green towel was around his waist and he smiled as he stepped further into the room, taking a sweep of Kurt's body as well.

"Should I not have?" Kurt teased back, already plotting out areas on the man's body where he'd put his lips. "I can always go back down and help with the party…"

Blaine shook his head no. "You didn't come here on vacation to decorate for your older brother's party." Kurt stepped closer to him as well… the two meeting in the center of the room. Blaine whispered the rest, "You came to enjoy yourself, didn't you?"

Kurt nodded, trailing his hand over Blaine's smooth arms. "I did. Are you going to be the one to make sure that happens?" his breath caught when Blaine breathed hotly into his ear, all before sucking softly on the lobe.

"Over, and over, and over again," he whispered, taking hold of Kurt's belt buckle and yanking it open, "in position after position. And if you're lucky, Kurt," the blue eyed man gasped, biting his lip when Blaine roughly grabbed his ass through the tight jeans he wore, "I'll let you bend me over that desk and fuck me until I can't see straight."

"Oh, you need to work for privileges like that, Blaine." Kurt growled back into his ear. Blaine smiled at him as he went in for a kiss, but he was stopped by Kurt who put a finger to his lips. "I'm serious, Anderson. You want me to fuck you; you have to drive me absolutely crazy."

Blaine kissed the finger against his lips. "I promise I will."

Kurt moaned into the kiss that met his lips a second later. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's body like it was second nature, allowing him to take complete control of the situation to the point where was led over to the man's bed. He smirked when his back hit the mattress, watching hungrily as Blaine's hands played at the towel around his waist.

"You still have clothes on," he said; his voice laced with disappointment and excitement all at once, if possible. Kurt licked his lip and smiled.

"Do something about it."

Blaine smiled, nodding his head at the challenge. His towel was dropped and Kurt only got a glimpse of the amazing physique that was Blaine Anderson- star college football player and closeted theater nerd- all before the man was on top of him. Kurt was forced higher up the bed, grinning as the Henley he wore was pulled over his head and thrown to the side, and Blaine's mouth was on his again.

This time, the battle for dominance lasted a bit longer. Blaine groaned as Kurt ended up on top of him; kissing him hard and biting on his lower lip. The friction from where the New Yorker rubbed against him had his toes curling, and Blaine thrust up into him as Kurt licked from his collar bone to his earlobe with a flattened tongue.

A few turns later and Blaine was back in control. He ended up in between his roommate's legs, smirking as he pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go.

"Fuck," Blaine looked down at the swollen cock and Kurt shivered at how hungry he looked as Blaine stared down at him. With any luck, he'd be absolutely devoured tonight, "you're so fucking big and so hard for me."

Kurt removed his eyes from Blaine's cock which was so hard he thought the man would come any second. He smiled at him and eased his way up the bed, lying down on the striped pillows and carding fingers through his own hair. Blaine's eyes followed him the entire way; lips slightly parted and eyes now dark like coffee.

"I think you made me a promise…"

Blaine bit his lip and nodded. Just like that, he lowered his body until his head was between Kurt's legs, and the elder shivered at the feeling of Blaine's breath teasing his cock. He looked down at him and Blaine winked, all before sinking down and sucking him whole.

"Shit," Kurt smiled as he watched, biting his lip hard, "so fucking amazing."

Blaine pushed at the back of his thighs until Kurt got the point, resting his feet flatfooted on the mattress. He spread the man's legs a little wider and sunk his head deeper, sucking him off at a painfully slow pace.

Kurt ignored the terrible music in the room next to them as best he could; instead working his cock in and out Blaine's accepting mouth. He felt him hum and his whole body heated up. "Oh just like that—fuck!"

Blaine sucked harder, rolling Kurt's balls in his hands. The man snapped his hips off the bed and plunged deep down Blaine's throat, and he felt his eyes watering as he tried not to choke.

"Fuck! Sorry—ohmygod!"

Kurt couldn't help it. Not when Blaine's finger was massaging his perineum, and caressing his nuts, and blowing his cock, and grinding against the bed as he did so. He fucked Blaine's throat and growled at the way the man took it, and in a few seconds he found himself giving warning.

"I'm close… I want you to swallow me, Blaine." He thrust again, "I'm so close."

Blaine breathed out through his nose, relaxing his throat and closing his eyes. He moaned when Kurt's tense body clenched even harder and the boy came hard into his mouth, constantly letting shouts of 'yes' enter the atmosphere. Blaine swallowed around his cock and Kurt's nails dug into his back, still riding the intense wave of pleasure he experienced from that orgasm.

When Blaine pulled off, Kurt finally let himself relax against the bed. A new song came on next door and Blaine took a deep breath, looking down at the man flushing beneath him.

"How often do you stretch yourself?"

Kurt smiled at the question, finally opening his eyes and finding Blaine digging around in the drawer beside his bed. "I haven't bottomed in a while so please, be gentle."

Blaine smirked, grabbing a bottle of lube and a couple condoms out of his dresser drawer. "Do you really mean that?"

Kurt reached up and stroked Blaine's cock, smiling as the man ripped open a Trojan. "Don't be silly. You know I don't."

….

People begun to trail in, slowly at first but quicker as time went by. Finn greeted his friends as they entered and smiled at the girls that walked past. They sent waves his way and he grinned, grabbing a beer and strolling over to the sofas.

Finn noticed that the party was kicking off and Blaine was nowhere in sight. He shook his head until some of his friends came over, shoving more beer into his hand.

"Gators! I can't hear you!"

The crowd screamed. Many people started to head out back towards the pool and others danced inside. One of Finn's frat brothers grinned as he looked at him.

"Dude? Your step bro is missing this. Get his ass downstairs!"

….

"Mm, there baby?"

Kurt nodded hard against the cool pillow. "Right there… shit, just like that."

Blaine grinded his hips forward, digging into the sheets as his nosed tickled the nape of Kurt's neck. He pulled out again, almost dying at how tight this man was all before sliding back in. Kurt arched his back higher, groaning at the feeling of Blaine deep inside him. "No—Stop, Blaine… I'm gonna come…"

Blaine let go of Kurt's cock and put a hand on his waist. "Does he make you feel like this, Kurt?" as he asked, he snapped his hips forward and connected directly with the man's prostate. Kurt stopped breathing for a moment, eyes rolling back and toes curling from where they were against Blaine's ankle. "Can he fuck you like this?"

Kurt collapsed against the bed, trying to formulate a response as Blaine rocked in and out of him.

"I bet he's not as big as me, and doesn't get as deep as I do," Blaine said. He planted his knees into the bed and held Kurt's waist firmly, fucking him a little harder, "And when you go back to him, all you'll remember is me screwing you into my mattress until you forgot where the fuck you were."

"Stop talking and screw me harder- ah! Yes, Blaine! God—"

Blaine watched as he pulled out and snapped back in; Kurt clawing at the sheets and threatening him as he took it. Sweat from his sideburns trailed down his face, eventually falling onto Kurt's sweat slicked back as he worked his hips, snapping forward at a quicker and deeper pace.

"I'm close, K-Kurt," he told him. The other man nodded.

"Me too… just a little while longer—oh fuck me…"

Blaine smiled, releasing his hold on Kurt's waist and moving his hands up to his shoulders. He squeezed them tightly and plunged forward, connecting with Kurt's prostate until immense pleasure shook the man's body. And then again, and again, until Blaine felt a deep coiling in his gut.

"Blaine…"

At the sound of his name, Blaine let go. His body went limp as he released his seed into the condom, almost immediately seeing black as Kurt rode out his own.

After a few seconds, Blaine opened his eyes and let himself fall on top of the man beneath him. Kurt winced, feeling the stickiness on the sheets making contact with his chest.

"I think it's my turn after we sleep."

Kurt smirked. "Get off of me, Blaine." he moved around a bit until Blaine hissed at the oversensitivity. "You want to go to sleep? I don't think you have enough stamina to keep up with me."

Blaine rolled off of Kurt, sighing heavily as he pulled the condom off. "You're bluffing."

"I'm not," Kurt knew his body ached terribly but he smirked as he sat up, inching back until he could stomach the pain. "I'm going to go downstairs and get a drink or two. Maybe find a cute guy to dance with, and if you've woken up by then I'll consider fucking you."

Blaine watched the naked man stand up and lick his lips. If he hadn't just come so hard he knew he'd be incredibly erect right now. Kurt walked over to the abandoned towel and cleaned himself off a bit.

"If I see you flirting with someone else you're not fucking me."

Kurt laughed as he glanced back at Blaine, only the man was serious. "I don't remember us being exclusive."

Blaine licked his lips, watching him bend down to pick something up.

"And you know you've been counting the many ways I could come inside you, on the various surfaces of this room."

"I'm coming downstairs too."

Kurt shrugged. "Do as you'd like."

Four loud knocks sounded from the door and both men started, each looking for clothes after the initial scare wore off.

"Kurt! B!" Finn's loud voice rang through the door just barely. "Dudes, the party has started."

Kurt winced as he went over to the closet, and Blaine didn't miss the slight limp. He hopped up and went towards his dresser, tossing the condom in the trash bin along the way. "We're coming, Finn."

"Okay. James is here, just so you know."

Blaine nodded with a smirk, reaching for some clothes to wear. Kurt glanced back at that with heightened curiosity.

"Thanks. Go enjoy the party Finn. I'll be down in a minute."

He pulled on a pair of trunks since he intended on frequenting the pool and or hot tub that evening and checked his appearance in the mirror. A couple marks were on his neck and chest and his hair was a little awry.

"Who's James?" Kurt asked, trying best to mask his jealousy.

Blaine smirked. "Just this guy. I fuck him sometimes but sometimes we just hang out. Drink a little. Nothing special."

Kurt hummed; following Blaine's lead and throwing on a pair of swim trunks. He wasn't fond of going shirtless so a t-shirt was put on over it. "Okay."

Blaine slid into some slippers and unlocked the door. "You ready?"

Kurt turned to look at him. "I'll meet you down there."

With a shrug, Blaine headed outside. He adjusted his drawstrings and went down the stairs of the frat house.

Kurt checked himself in the mirror, quickly styling his hair and adding more lip balm before following after him.

The party was hectic but in a good way. There were a ton of people, tons of food, and liquor was over flowing. The music was probably too loud and things might've already been broken, but there was no doubt it'd be an amazing party.

Blaine was over with his football buddies already; a bottle of something in his hand as he smiled. Finn motioned around with his hands as they spoke about something and all of them laughed.

Kurt was shoved a cup of something warm from a girl. She smiled, kissed him on the lips, and sauntered off. Kurt looked down at it and gave a careful sniff before someone was at his side.

"Don't drink that. I got you something better."

Kurt smiled up at the handsome man—a guy a couple inches taller with shoulder length hair and adorable dimples. "Why should I trust you?"

He grinned, shrugging a bit and glancing up and down Kurt's body suggestively. "I guess you don't have to. You want to though."

Kurt eyed him a bit longer before taking a tentative sip. "What's your name?"

"William." he said, extending his hand. "I'm a math major here, and I don't remember seeing you around."

Blaine cut in with a smile, pretending he didn't even see the other man Kurt was talking to. "Come into the hot tub with me, gorgeous. It's a little too loud in here."

Kurt let Blaine wrap his arms around his waist as he glanced between the shorter man and William. "What are you doing?"

Blaine kissed his neck and Kurt bit his lower lip. "What do you mean?"

William took the hint, nodding politely to Kurt before walking off with the girl's cup. Kurt watched him go all before Blaine backed him against the wall, whispering hotly into his ear. "Come with me."

"Where's James?"

Blaine kissed him. "Don't know, don't care."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "And as soon as he shows face I have a feeling I'll be forgotten about."

"No one is to flirt with you." Blaine said clearly. "For the next six days you are mine. Are we clear?"

Kurt almost laughed but definitely smiled widely. "No we aren't."

Blaine nodded with a smirk. "Come to the hot tub with me or you'll be fucking your hand tonight. And I haven't bottomed since I was 18, Kurt. I'm so fucking tight."

As he walked off, Kurt took a sip of the drink from what's his name. He saw Blaine turn back and shove a hand in his swim trunks before he exited the back doors.

"Enjoying yourself?" Finn and one of his friends asked with wide, oblivious, and incredibly drunk smiles. Kurt laughed at them before handing his cup to his brother.

"Yup. Now if you'll excuse me…"