Chapter 3: Every move

The next night Blaine told Gwen he would be working late again and she simply shrugged since she would be having dinner with her friends that night. The minute she was out the door Blaine ran to his room to find an outfit but before he shot Cherie a quick text.

B. Anderson: Come to Cameo's with me?

C. Jackson: Sure I need a drink anyway, be at your place in 15

He was a total mess throwing shirts and pants left and right, he simply now stood in front of two different outfits stark naked with only his hair done. Suddenly the roar of a car in the driveway and the sound of the front door opening, Blaine now ran around his room to find a robe incase Gwen came back. The click clack of high heels came closer and Blaine was still naked and then the door opened.

"Phew Blaine honey someone's equipped!" Cherie giggled with a goofy grin Blaine quickly put his hands over his front to hide his dick.

"Hey it's not like I'm going to attack you plus I've see those things so many times I'm not too surprised when one comes into my line of sight, excuse the pun." She chuckled and walked over to sit on the bed and Blaine simply stood there trying his best to keep covered.

"You made one hell of a mess of your closet, nervous? Well luckily I'm here so where this shirt," she tossed him a striped navy long sleeved shirt, "and these pants would look good." She then threw him a pair of gray jeans.

"Now go, I need alcohol in my system and soon." Blaine scurried off to the bathroom giving Cherie a quick flash of his ass.

"Christ Blaine your back side is as attractive as the front! Please tell me you top and bottom!" she expressed loudly.

"Shut up Cherie!" He yelled from the bathroom.

"I'll take that as a yes! And you know you love me!" she giggled.

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After the car ride filled with Cherie making comments about Blaine's appendages they finally reached the club once again Blaine took in the familiar scent of cherries. The bar and dance floor was just as packed as it was the other night. Cherie led him over to the bar and she ordered her usual martini with a wink to the female bar tender, Blaine decided to have rum and coke. While Cherie gawked at the bar tender Blaine scanned the dance floor where he spotted a pair of red shimmery shorts.

Fauvette was seated on top of one of the many tables in the corner with his legs crossed. His shorts were bright crimson, he wore black leather boots that laced up to the knee and topped it off with a tight black tank top. There was a distinct streak of red glitter on his cheekbone Blaine was naturally drawn and decided to approach him.

"H-Hi." Blaine stuttered to catch the beautiful man's attention.

Fauvette turned to him and a winning grin grew on his face he hopped of the table and started to tug Blaine to the center of the dance floor. Fauvette laced his elegant yet sculpted arms around Blaine's neck and started to sway his hips to the music. Blaine was utterly hypnotized the shimmer of Fauvette's shorts and the curves of his body were absolutely mouthwatering. Fauvette must have saw Blaine leering, suddenly he turned around and started to shake push his ass in Blaine's direction. Blaine's dick twitched just at the sight of the perfect shape and the idea Fauvette knew what he was doing. Suddenly he slammed back into Blaine's front causing Blaine to muffle a moan from the friction he caused.

"I-I have to u-use the restroom." Blaine managed to say before running to the men's bathroom and shutting himself inside one of the stalls.

Dammit, Blaine wanted him he did but for some insane reason there was a voice in the back of the head telling him to slow down. Why the hell would he slow down? He wanted-NO- He needed to be touched. Blaine was basically now pitching a tent in his pants because he couldn't get the image of Fauvette's ass out of his mind, along with the growing fantasies of Blaine inside him or the other way around.

Blaine quickly undid his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs down to his thighs to let his aching erection free. He licked his palm and reached down to give his cock a long tight stroke causing him tiny whimper. He started to pump over his dick furiously with the image of Fauvette on his hand and knees crawling towards Blaine. Blaine could imagine how pink and tight his asshole would be like and how it would contrast against his porcelain complexion.

Blaine passed his thumb over the rosy head of his dick one time before he was spilling warm cum over his hand. Once he regained control of his breathing and heart rate he used his unsoiled hand to tuck himself back in and pull up his pants. When he walked out of the stall to wash his hands he found Fauvette perched on one of the restroom sinks simply smirking at him.

"How selfish of you Blaine, I wanted to play." He gave a false pout and hopped off the countertop. Blaine quickly hid his cum covered hand behind himself and took a small step back. Fauvette only took two steps closer and retched Blaine's arm from behind his back. He smiled at Blaines hand and licked his lips.

"I-uh-I- I….." Blaine tried to speak before the other man shushed him.

Slowly Fauvette sucked Blaine's forefinger in his mouth and licked lightly ridding the finger of his seed. Blaine was frozen his warm tongue swirled around his finger and then pulled off and hummed in approval. He got closer now so he was now nose to nose with Blaine and smiled.

"I felt it you know? Your cock." He whispered and pulled his middle finger between his lips and licked off the single strip of cum off.

"It was hard." He continued to slip the last two fingers into his mouth and hummed around them causing Blaine to whimper. Blaine saw as his lips stretched over his fingers with the feeling of his tongue swiping over them. When he finally pulled off he bit his lip and smirked.

"And it was big." He winked and turned on his heel to begin sauntering to the door.

"Oh and also next time don't you dare have the fun without me." He purred before opening the door and left.

Blaine was basically breathless because first Fauvette shakes his ass and presses into him and then he licks the cum off his hand. He would never forget this or him for that matter, Blaine knew that.

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He didn't see any sign of Fauvette again that night so he decided to go to Cherie, when he did find her she had multiple empty shot glasses in front of her and sat in the same seat she was in when he left.

"Cherie have you seen Fauvette?" he yelled over the music.

"Oh him? H-he said he had something to do tonight so he had to g-go here, have a shot." She slurred and shoved a shot of tequila in his hand.

"Oh no, no, no, Cherie we're are going home you've gone overboard c'mon." Blaine made her stand up and supported her by her waist until they got to the car.

"Blaine? Blaine honey, d-did you have fun?" She asked drunkly from the passenger seat.

"Yes I did." He giggled at his friend.

"Good, good because I knew you would. He likes you ya know, Ku-Fauvette." She hiccupped and slid farther down in her seat.

"Ah ah ah no sit up, your sleeping in the guest room tonight I'm not leaving you alone like this." He scolded as he drove.

"Whatever you say Blainey." She giggled.

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Once Cherie was passed out in the guest room Blaine dragged himself into his own bed were Gwen was yet to be in, like he cared. He replayed all the vents from tonight over and over in his head, one thing stuck with him.

"Next time don't you dare have the fun without me."

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