Trust

Chapter Two

“You look frustrated,” is what Nick greets him with the next night, sitting down at the table across from him.  “School?”

“No,” Blaine sighs and pushes his papers aside, giving up hope on that assignment.  Graduate school is harder than one would think being a music major, but composition is unfortunately one of those things that he loves unconditionally when the ideas are coming and hates with a fiery passion when they aren’t. 

And right now he can’t even seem to make a third sound good together, which is unfathomable but unfortunately true. 

“Work?” Nick tries, raising an eyebrow, and yes, Blaine’s roommates know what he does and he’s not ashamed of it. 

He knows they won’t tell his parents, but then, his parents really don’t care what he does.  The only family member who doesn’t curse his existence is his brother and Cooper’s only around when he’s not auditioning for parts so there’s little fear of him discovering it. 

And, being who he is, Cooper would probably like it. 

“Yes,” Blaine finally answers the other man’s question, looking up to meet his eyes as Nick shrugs.  “The..boy I had last night he…was a virgin.  Completely.  And he was…beautiful,” he shakes his head sadly. 

“Oh no, Blainers has got a little crush!” Blaine squawks as he’s caught in a headlock from behind, a hand mussing his hair as he pushes the taller man away from him.

“Jeff, leave him alone, he’s angsting,” Nick calls his boyfriend off and the blond shrugs, going to sit down beside Nick as he stares across the table at Blaine.  “So what’s the problem?  You’ve had virgins before.”

“I know,” Blaine sighs.  “There’s just something…about him, like he’s never been able to find somebody as open as he is and because of that he has to…to come to us to feel somebody’s hand besides his own.  It’s kind of sad,” he tries not to let it show how much the news had affected him, how much he wanted to wrap Kurt up in his arms and hold him because that’s not his job and he’s not going to jeopardize his position because of some confusing feelings. 

Still…

~~~

Blaine’s trying to think of what they can do next, looking at the checklist Kurt had to complete before coming and mentally crossing off certain things. 

He shouldn’t, he knows that.  People want to see extreme, but for some reason hearing that Kurt was an utter virgin had shocked him to his core and he didn’t want to be the one to…take Kurt’s proverbial virginity in front of the entire world. 

No, that should be saved for a private setting with the one he loved, and even though anything Blaine would putting into his body would be made of silicone and not an actual cock, the intrusion still felt like too much. 

So that’s out, but there’s a few other things on the list that he thinks would work fine and he instructs some of the crew to bring out a rather wicked looking chair, almost like a dentist’s chair…if the dentist was related to the one in Little Shop of Horrors, he thinks wryly. 

Once the chair’s in position he sees Kurt eyeing it warily, pulling the blanket tighter around him and walks over, helping him to his feet.  “Still okay?”

“Fine,” Kurt smiles timidly and Blaine immediately shifts his plans again, knowing that he’s going to keep this simple for the first time. 

“Sit down, arms behind you,” Blaine instructs and Kurt follows without question, sitting in the chair, back arched a little against the unforgiving structure and feet placed on two thin bars on the bottom designed to keep his legs spread.  Blaine moves behind him, keeping his arms pressed together and binding them before attaching his ankles to the cuffs already on the chair and Kurt lets out a little mewl of discomfort.  “Okay?”

“Yeah.  Okay,” Kurt assures him, nodding frantically, and Blaine stands up and directs the cameraman to start rolling. 

~~~

“You’re never this out of it,” Jeff pokes Blaine’s hand where it’s resting on the table and the other man yelps and pulls it away, glaring at his friend.  “This dude must have really been something, huh?”

“It’s strange,” Blaine replies, finally setting his staff paper aside and leaning back in his chair; no way was he getting any music written tonight.  “Normally I don’t care what people’s stories are past the initial ‘why are you here,’ but with him…I want to know.  Who he is, where he comes from, what sort of life he leads.  He just…”

“You’re smitten,” Nick decides with a smile, reaching for Jeff’s hand and lightly sliding his thumb over the back.  “That’s what it is.”

“No,” Blaine denies instantly.  “It’s not.  I just…I don’t care that much normally besides making sure they’re initially okay, but I held him and…and kept asking if he was and making sure he was comfortable, and his…the list he filled out before-hand, he was okay with pretty much everything except kissing.  It’s…”

“You’re smitten,” Jeff’s tone is much more teasing than Nick’s had been.  “Or else you just need to get laid.  Seriously, Blainers, you spend all day getting people off in wild and wacky ways and yet you never do it yourself.  Nick and I don’t need sex sites because we do it all by ours-“

“And that’s enough,” Nick slaps a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth.  “But he has a point, Blaine.  When’s the last time you had a boyfriend?”

Blaine shrugs, because he can’t really remember.  He’s only been doing this job for a little over a year, started for the same reasons as Kurt but obviously his position isn’t quite so vulnerable, but his last actual boyfriend that didn’t just result in him jerking off in the bathroom between takes if he became horribly aroused was…

“I don’t know, it’s been a few years,” he admits, because he really only ever had Sebastian and that was only for the sake of them being the only two single gay guys at Dalton…Nick and Jeff had been a thing for far longer than they’d ever been willing to admit they were a thing, but once Blaine had graduated he and Sebastian hadn’t tried to keep their relationship going and that had been…he starts…almost five year ago now.

Maybe he really does need to get laid. 

“We’re going out tonight,” Nick decides, nodding as if his word decided it all.  “We’re going to find you a cute guy and you’re going to get some.”

“Okay,” Blaine admits, because it has been a while since he’s even allowed himself that and as far as he knows he’s not working tonight, although his mind keeps straying back to Kurt. 

~~~

“You see this?” he’s holding the vibrator in front of Kurt’s face, the other man’s mouth open and panting with anticipation as he nods shakily.  Kurt shifts a little in the chair, whining at the strain on his arms and Blaine checks the ropes to make sure they’re not cutting off his circulation. 

But no, he can’t look like he cares.  He has to stick to the script. 

“Well?” he asks again, one hand resting on Kurt’s flat stomach as the boy nods.

“Yes, sir,” he whispers and Blaine smiles and moves back, pulling a stand over the setting up the vibrator on it, moving it closer so that Kurt’s cock is resting right on the head.  “Sir?”

“I’m going to start this.  And you’re not going to come until I give you permission.  If you do, I’ll have to punish you,” he runs one finger down Kurt’s chest, stopping to tweak a nipple as the other man lets out a sharp gasp and Blaine files away that he’s really, really sensitive there for next time. 

That is, if there is a next time. 

“Yes, sir,” Kurt nods shakily, straining a little as Blaine flips the switch and Kurt’s mouth drops open, a sound almost like squeak breaking from his lips as he pushes against it. 

Blaine lets go and moves away, content to watch Kurt’s slim body bucking toward the toy, the thin sheen of sweat on his porcelain skin and the way his eyes are so, so dark with want and arousal and Blaine’s thankful, because so many people think they can handle this and close off completely once they realize there are cameras but Kurt’s not one of them, as shy as he probably is about his sexual self in real life. 

In fact, despite the apprehension, he does seem to be enjoying himself if the tiny mewls of pleasure he’s letting out now are any indication, a lovely flush running down his chest to his peaked pink nipples and he’s hard, so hard, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. 

God, he’s gorgeous, and Blaine’s seen a lot of attractive people in this business but Kurt’s something else entirely and Blaine has to keep his mind focused on the job which, honestly, doesn’t happen to him all that often. 

Kurt’s starting to squirm, fingers clenching at air as he bucks his hips as much as he can, chest heaving with breath and Blaine gets up and moves over, leaning in close and seeing Kurt’s eyes shift to land on him. 

No kissing, Blaine thinks absently, even though they’re so close they’re breathing each other’s air and it would be so, so easy to lean down and take Kurt’s plush lips with his own, kiss him through his orgasm, and no kissing is such a strange rule regardless but no, consent is a big thing for the company and there could be real legal trouble if one of their performers decided to take them to court. 

But Kurt’s tilting his head up, almost like he wants it, and Blaine pulls away just enough that the younger man can’t reach him. 

“Don’t,” he whispers, the warning clear in his voice, and Kurt nods, body tense as he tries to stave off the orgasm, and Blaine rests a hand on his slick chest and leans in, nosing under his chin.  “Ask me.”

“May I come, sir?” Kurt asks, his voice thin and reedy and desperate, and Blaine can’t deny that he gets a little bit of pleasure from somebody begging him like this. 

“No,” Blaine says simply, unable to resist licking a bead of sweat off of Kurt’s graceful neck.  “Ask me again.”

“Sir…sir, please, may I come?  I…” he stops, body shuddering, toes curling, and Blaine knows that he’s done well for somebody not used to this. 

“You may,” he says firmly and Kurt lets out a gasp of relief as his body unfurls and he comes, Blaine moving so the streaks of white soil Kurt’s own stomach and chest, an even brighter slash of white against his pale skin. 

His eyes are closed, entire body given over to the pleasure, and Blaine lets the vibrator run until Kurt lets out a little moan of discomfort and Blaine’s moving to turn it off, deciding to let Kurt cool down for a bit. 

It’s not like he wants to stare at him for a while longer or anything. 

Of course not. 

~~~

When he wakes up the next morning his mind is awash in heat and sweat and there’s a sharp pain in his ass that reminds him exactly how Nick and Jeff’s planned ‘get Blaine laid’ scheme had worked. 

The answer is ‘really well,’ if the way he’s feeling is any indication, and he hears a snuffle behind him and turns to see a man still lying there, mussed chestnut hair and pale skin and no. 

No. 

He did not find a guy who looks like Kurt Hummel to take home and let screw him into the mattress. 

He didn’t. 

Except, of course, he did. 

He slips out of bed, groaning a little at the pain in his body and in his roiling stomach, and decides to make himself a coffee to get the images of that damn boy out of his head. 

It won’t work. 

But he’s got to try.