Chapter 4

Kurt was making a To-Do List in his head as he walked to his room. He seriously needed to buy a new planner; he'd forgotten his old one back in Lima.

He closed and locked his door before going to his bed and lying on his stomach. He'd gotten through the day wearing the plug, and while it left a satisfying ache in his belly, he wanted it out now.

Doing his homework required some focus, and he also wanted to call home tonight… It would not do to talk to his Dad over the phone when he had a sex toy inside him.

Kurt looked at his phone, and pressed 6.

Speed dial Blaine? His phone asked him.

He wanted Blaine to come over and just take out the plug… But before he could get up the courage to call - someone knocked on his door.

Kurt headed slowly over to the door and opened it.

"Hi, Howard," Kurt said warmly.

The brown haired boy looked at him shyly from behind his long bangs.

"Hi Kurt," he said softly.

"What's up?"

"Um, I heard something from David, and I was really hoping you'd let me see you, because I couldn't stop thinking about what you'd look like, and I would like to draw you if that's okay." Howard said it all very fast, and Kurt blinked.

"What?"

"Please can I draw you?" Howard asked again, trying to go slow.

"Draw - oh." Kurt looked down and saw that Howard was holding a pad of paper and a handful of pencils.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, not everybody wants to model," Howard said hurriedly.

"No, I'd like that," Kurt smiled at the shy boy. "Come in."

Howard came in quietly, looking around the room before meeting Kurt's eyes and flushing.

"I love your decor… You have a really nice sense of style."

"Thanks," Kurt was genuinely flattered. "So, uh, where do you want me?"

Howard flushed harder, and gestured towards the bed.

"For the first one, can I just have you on the bed?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled and fluttered his eyelashes. Howard was adorable when he blushed.

"I mean," Howard sputtered. "I, I…"

"Don't worry," Kurt said sweetly, and went to his bed, crawling into the middle on his hands and knees. "What position?"

Howard gulped. Kurt is sticking his ass out, and wow, he didn't know asses like that existed outside of porn.

"On your back, with your blazer off if you don't mind…"

Kurt settled back, squirming slightly to get comfortable. The plug shifted inside him, and he whined softly as his cock stiffened a little.

Howard swallowed and slowly, slowly, walked over. It took him a full minute to get the courage to just sit down on the very edge of the bed.

"Let your left arm loose, and tuck your right arm behind your head - yeah, just like that."

Kurt pulled up his left leg automatically, his sock covered foot resting against the side of his knee.

"Perfect!" Howard breathed. He grabbed for a pencil, and began to sketch.

"So I take it you love art," Kurt said conversationally.

"Especially when there's enough beauty around to keep me inspired," Howard said, his eyes flickering briefly over to meet Kurt's. "It's my favorite thing to do, really…. I can't imagine doing anything else with my life."

"So is sketching your favorite type of art?"

"Actually, I love painting," Howard smiled slowly. "But, um, I'm not going to make you model for the hours it takes to do a painting."

"Why do you want to draw me?" Kurt was curious.

"Why wouldn't I?" Howard sounded baffled. "You're gorgeous."

It was Kurt's turn to flush.

"Well, you are," Howard added firmly.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered. "I haven't heard that a lot before."

"Really?" Howard was astonished. "Is your entire town blind?"

"To some things, yeah," Kurt said quietly. "But I'm here now."

"Yes," Howard swallowed again, his eyes slowly moving over Kurt's prone body. "You are."

Kurt closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the pencil scratching against the paper.

"All done," Howard says, and Kurt slowly opens his eyes. "Was that okay?"

"It was very relaxing," Kurt says, and turns slightly to his side, stretching his arms and arching his back until it cracks with a satisfying pop.

"Are you okay?" Howard asks immediately.

"Yeah, just a bit sore," Kurt admits. He's sore everywhere, really… His back and neck hurt, but not half as much as his ass does. Kurt catches Howard's eyes darting down to his ass.

"Do you want a backrub?" Howard blurts out.

Kurt raises an eyebrow, and Howard rapidly tries to explain.

"I mean that in a let-me-give-you-a-backrub kind of way, not in a porno-coming-on-to-you kind of way!"

"All right then," Kurt grins, amused, but rolls over onto his stomach.

"You want - on your stomach?" Howard nearly chokes.

"If that's okay, I don't mind if you straddle me," Kurt says innocently. "It'll give you the leverage you need to really dig in there. I have some really bad knots…"

"Okay," Howard says hoarsely.

Kurt closes his eyes and feels Howard slowly, carefully, sitting on his lower back and leaning forward to rest his hands on Kurt's back.

"So tell me about you, Howard," he suggests, as Howard's fingers slowly rub his upper back.

"Well, I - I'm from Cincinnati. I'm in my third year here… You know I'm an artist… I guess there's not much to tell."

"Favorite color?"

"Green."

"Favorite designer?"

"I don't really pay attention to labels," Howard admits. "I can decide what I think is pretty, I don't need some fashion magazine to try and tell me."

Kurt is slightly stunned, and then slowly nods.

"That's neat. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a fashion-holic."

"So who's your favorite designer?"

"I can't decide that!" Kurt gasps.

Howard giggles, and relaxes a bit more, his hands pressing harder into Kurt's back. Kurt moans helplessly - that feels so good.

"Good?"

"Yeah," Kurt whimpers. "Uhhh."

Howard bites his lip and wishes Kurt wouldn't sound like that. Not when he's sitting on top of him, and if he gets too hard, Kurt will notice.

"You're really good at this," Kurt purrs.

"Thanks," the other boy whispers.

Kurt just keeps making those little noises, and Howard really isn't sure what to do…  Except stop and scramble back and away from him.

"I feel so much better now," Kurt says, his legs spreading wide as he stretches, his pelvis thrusting into the bed.

"Good," Howard manages to say. Kurt sits up slowly, and he has to be trying to show off, Howard hopes, because otherwise Kurt is just naturally like this, and that's a terrifying thought. He'd love to spend time with Kurt, but if he's always so seductive without meaning to be, Howard's going to do something stupid.

Kurt faces him and smiles brilliantly.

"Did you want to do another sketch?"

"Maybe - another night, if that's okay," Howard says, hurrying off of the bed, grabbing his sketchpad and his pencils.

"Only if you buy me coffee first." The bold words escape his mouth before Kurt realizes it.

Howard flushes, but he can't stop smiling at the idea.

"Okay, when?"

"Saturday afternoon?" Kurt suggests. "One pm? I heard there's a great cafe just a block away."

"Yeah, Cafe Zuma," Howard nods. "Um, I will…"

"See you tomorrow?" Kurt finishes for him.

"Yeah, that - good night!" Howard scampers from the room, and Kurt is left to giggle and smile.

He's never had a date before.

So now, before he does anything else, he knows what he has to do…

"Oh my God already! Damn boy, you work fast."

"You could say that," Kurt blushes against his phone.

"Okay, I just heard you blush," Mercedes said firmly. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Um, in addition to the date… I've kissed someone."

"Someone?" Mercedes slowly realizes… "Not this Howard?"

"No, someone else."

"What? Oh you slut!" Mercedes crows excitedly. "Who was it?"

"Blaine. And, um, Wes. And David too."

"Three boys!" Mercedes shrieks. "How the holy hell did that happen?"

"Well, um, Blaine kissed me yesterday, and today… Wes and I were talking, and he was just really hot, and we kissed too, and then David walked in…"

"Oh my God you lucky duck," Mercedes groans.

"And he joined in," Kurt continued.

"Boy, its just one gay orgy over there all the time, ain't it," Mercedes laughs.

"I guess…"

"Damn, that would be hot," Mercedes moans.

"Cedes!"

"Well, it would. I'm looking at their Facebook pictures now, and those are some damn fine boys at Dalton," she sighs.

"Yeah," Kurt grins. "They are."

"I guess I'll be living vicariously through you from now on," Mercedes said, a little sadly.

"You are so amazing, Mercedes," Kurt says firmly. "You're going to find a guy who half-deserves you one day, but until then, you're going to stay awesome and fabulous."

"You always make me smile," she sounds so caring that Kurt can't stand not having her here with him.

"And you I," Kurt says warmly.

Dinner is torture.

To start it off, Jeff casually pats Kurt's ass when he sits down next to him.

Kurt gives him a shocked look, and Jeff just grins and takes a sip of his water.

"I hear you had an eventful day," The blond says cheekily.

"Yes, my classes were quite hard," Kurt snarks right back, and bites into his roll.

Jeff laughs, and some of the others chuckle as well.

"I bet they were," Jeff says lowly, peering at him from under his bangs.

"Jeff's a terrible flirt," Samir advises Kurt from across the table. "You just have to get used to it."

"Oh, I can handle it," Kurt shrugs, sneaking a glance at Jeff, who clutches a hand to his heart, acting hurt.

Blaine comes to sit on Kurt's left side, and Kurt looks over at him.

"How was your second day, Kurt?" Blaine asks with a small smile.

"Even better than my first time - oh, I mean first day," Kurt says mischievously, and David snorts milk out of his nose.

Wes pats him on the back, and shakes his head.

Blaine just leans in close and speaks right into Kurt's ear.

"I'm coming over at nine to inspect my… hard work."

Kurt nods jerkily as fantasies race through his head.

He's trying to refocus on his food when Blaine's hand settles on the small of his back and slowly traces down, until he's touching the plug through Kurt's pants.

Kurt chews very slowly, trying not to shiver.

They're at the dinner table.

He can't look at Blaine, so he turns to the right, and finds...

Jeff is watching him with half-lidded eyes. They're dark blue, and striking contrast to the flaxen hair that nearly covers them. He is shamelessly intense, and Kurt accidentally swallows a piece of ice in his water because he can't look away.

Blaine is rubbing slow circles on the plug, and Jeff is eye fucking him like there's nothing he'd rather do, and Kurt can't find his equilibrium.

He looks across the table and meets Wes' eyes desperately - but Wes just smiles, and so does David.

By not speaking up, you're condoning torture, Kurt wants to scream at them.

Thankfully, Samir and Gabriel seem to be carrying the conversation with tales of a rock concert they went to the previous night.

"I'm serious, he offered me a yam. Not a euphemism," Gabriel laughs. "He hands me a yam, and says, boys as hot as you need to eat well."

"Did you eat it?" Max asks.

"I made him throw it away," Samir says firmly. "Nobody wants to be roofied, least of all with a yam."

When James steps up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder, Kurt is so grateful, he jumps up, his plate in his hands.

"Good night, guys," he says and hurries away.

Whatever James and Greg have in mind can't be half as scary as dinner had been.

Kurt refuses to look back at the table, but he can feel two sets of eyes burning into his back.

Once they've finished the French homework and moved on to their history homework, Kurt is beginning to get antsy.

They had invited him up for more than just studying, right? Or were James and Greg just shameless flirts who never followed through?

Kurt stared down at his textbook, not absorbing anything, when he heard a moan, and looked over.

Greg was leaning towards his boyfriend, his mouth fastened to James' neck. James groaned low in his throat and ran his fingers through Greg's spiky red hair.

Kurt inhaled sharply. He could hear Greg sucking at the tender skin, and see Greg's hand slipping under James' shirt, reaching up to rub at…

"Oh please," James gasped, his eyes fluttering and mouth opening. His body leaned into Greg's touch, loving the way the redhead was playing with his nipple.

Greg unbuttoned James' shirt with his other hand before pushing him backwards and onto the floor. He spent a few minutes just playing with James' nipples, twisting them, licking lightly, when he wasn't sucking on the other boy's long, supple neck.

Kurt couldn't look away. When they finally kissed, it was slow and longing, and Kurt could tell that they'd been together for a while - they knew each other's bodies. When Greg picked James up and shoved him onto the bed, James cried out happily and writhed against him.

Unashamedly, Kurt crawled over to get a better view.

"Kurt, you know what James loves more than anything?" Greg said lowly, speaking to Kurt for the first time since he started kissing his boyfriend.

"What?" Kurt asked hoarsely.

"Having cocks inside him," Greg's eyes flashed as he pinned James' wrists above his head and ground their hips together.

Kurt licked his lips, and Greg looked over at him.

"That's plural, Kurt."

"Oh," Kurt gasped. "You - you mean...?"

"He wants us both inside him tonight," the redhead crooned. "You think you can do that?"

Kurt Hummel was a horny teenage boy presented with the chance to fuck a very hot guy in the ass. There was no way he was going to refuse that.

"Yeah," he murmured, and came to the edge of the bed.

"Then get up here," Greg sounded amused. He leaned down and bit down on James' neck again.

Kurt hurried up, and sat on their sides. Greg released James' hands and slithered down his body, rubbing his face against James' crotch.

"Please," James whined, and Kurt just swung a leg over to straddle his chest. James drew in a shaking breath, and then Kurt loomed over him.

"Close your eyes," Kurt whispered.

For a moment, James was too transfixed by the intense gray-blue of Kurt's eyes to follow the order, but then he did.

It was just a soft touch of lips to his own at first, hesitant but sweet. He could feel Kurt's soft hand cupping his cheek, tilting his head further back as a tongue softly swept over his bottom lip. James opened his mouth, moaning as their tongues met for the first time.

Kurt began to explore James' mouth fully, licking and nibbling and sucking gently until James was going crazy.

Then Greg was swallowing his cock, and James cried his boyfriend's name into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt paused for just a second to look around and appreciatively watch Greg sucking on James' cock. Then he turned back and kissed James again, deep and slow until he had to pull back. James gasped for air, his eyes staring up into Kurt's.

"Don't stop," he demanded, and Kurt leaned in again, treating him to another passion filled kiss that left him breathless.

James was about to repeat his demand when a slick finger pressed into his entrance.

"Mmmph," he groaned, and Kurt leaned back and looked down at his open mouth thoughtfully. Then he was reaching forward, and pushing two fingers into James' mouth.

James' lips closed around his fingers, and he sucked down automatically. Kurt groaned, imagining how those pink lips would look around his cock.

"Please fuck me," James begs once Kurt's fingers slip out of his mouth and begin to trace around his nipples. When he shudders, and the bed shakes, Kurt realizes Greg had obeyed his boyfriend.

Kurt slides off of James, so he can watch him getting fucked. Greg slides smoothly in and out of James' body, and James just pushes up against every thrust, enthusiastic and never silent.

"He's so tight," Greg tells Kurt lowly. "Imagine how he'll be with both of us inside him."

Kurt's pants feel even tighter, and his hands scramble to unfasten his belt. By the time he has his clothes off, Greg has James' long, long legs over his shoulders and is rocking slowly into him.

Both boys are sweating, curving into each other, every other word from their mouths either the other's name or the word love.

Kurt wraps his hand around his own cock, stroking slowly as he watches.

Greg slowly rolls onto his side, pulling James with him, so that James' back is to Kurt. James is panting, his head curled into Greg's chest.

"Lube up your fingers first," Greg instructs Kurt breathlessly. "James, this is going to feel so good."

"Can't wait, quick, Kurt," James begs.

Kurt moves as fast as he can, settling behind James with the jar of lube and slicking up his fingers. He watches Greg, sliding in and then out, and carefully reaches forward… Greg pauses, all the way inside James, and starts to rock in tiny movements.

James whines as Kurt pushes one finger inside him alongside Greg's cock.

"You like that?" Greg asks, pressing a kiss to James' forehead.

"More," is James' only reply.

Kurt savors the feel of James' heat around him. He crooks his finger and rubs along Greg's cock, making the boy groan deeply. Encouraged, Kurt carefully pushes in a second finger. He fucks into James for a minute before trying a third finger, and finally, he fits in a fourth.

James is crying and moaning constantly, clutching at Greg's shoulders, shuddering around the amazing thickness inside him.

"Get in me," James cries, his head rocking back, and Greg leans forward to kiss away his tears.

"Intense, baby?"

"So much - shit," James swears as Kurt pushes the head of his cock at his entrance.

Kurt pauses, unsure - and then James turns his head to look at him sharply.

"Fuck me already," he hisses, and Kurt groans and begins the slow push inside.

Kurt almost whites out for a moment -

- when he comes back to full awareness, he's thankful he didn't come.

James was impossibly soft and tight inside, and Kurt's cock had never felt anything like it… The front of his cock was up against something firm and smooth. Greg's cock. Kurt held still, breathing hard and trying to get his bearings.

"Please," James mewled, and that was hot as fuck, Kurt registered, before he rocked all the way inside and slowly pulled out part way. Moving wasn't easy, but Kurt needed that friction more than air.

James was gasping and writhing, his walls clenching around both cocks, squeezing them tightly together.

"Oh, yes," James moaned, his head falling back in ecstasy.

Greg grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him in for a long kiss. Kurt just grabbed James' hips and pushed in and out, nearly going mad from the sensation.

"Talk to me, babe," Greg groaned.

"So good," James babbled. "Greg, so full, fuck!"

"You good, Kurt?"

"Yeah," Kurt panted. He twisted and angled himself differently, and the next time he thrust into James' tight heat, he cried out - he had clenched his buttocks around the plug in order to shove forward faster.

Now that he knew how good that had felt, Kurt couldn't stop - he fucked into James with quick, short jabs, which Greg began to match.

"You feel that, me inside you babe?" Greg whispered. "I'm there, and Kurt's rubbing against me, and you're clenching around us…"

"Greg, Greg, don't stop," James begged.

"We won't stop, will we Kurt?" Greg growled. "Take it all, James. So gorgeous like this, so open for us. We're going to make you come so hard."

James screamed something unintelligible and came, clenching around the two cocks within him. Greg and Kurt didn't stop pounding into him, and James whined as he realized he was trapped between them for as long as they chose. They were angled to stimulate his prostate perfectly, and his orgasm kept going as he collapsed between them, keening desperately.

Kurt couldn't stop thrusting forcefully, every bit of his mind focusing on just how amazing James felt clenching around him.

"Fuck, Kurt," Greg groaned. He could feel Kurt stroking against him on every thrust, driving forcefully inside of James.

"Need to…" Kurt muttered harshly. He was close, so close - and then Greg pulled out, leaving James far more open than before.

Kurt cursed and pulled James closer as Greg pulled away.

Where the hell was he going?

He shoved James to the side, forcing him facedown as he fucked him mercilessly, needing to come desperately.

James moaned into the pillow, and Greg just watched contentedly as Kurt fucked his boyfriend into the mattress. James tried to buck up, but Kurt just shoved him back down and grabbed his hands, holding them together behind his back. James' response was a loud wail.

"He's getting hard again for you," Greg told Kurt as he stroked himself slowly. "Damn, Kurt. Fuck him hard. That's it, no mercy. James loves being held down and being made to do anything you like."

Kurt watched his cock disappear into that tiny hole, screwing in and out mindlessly. He desperately wanted to come - but somehow, he couldn't reach that point. It was just out of his reach, dammit.

Then a hand was running down his back, and he realized it was Greg.

Kurt mewled helplessly as Greg twisted the head of the plug. He couldn't stop rocking forward, but now every time he came back the plug struck at his prostate.

Then the plug was pulled out as he thrust back into James, and Kurt cried out in sorrow. But Greg's fingers slid right into him, filling him again, and then he was pulling Kurt backwards, and out of James.

Kurt wailed in displeasure.

"Turn over, James," Greg told his boyfriend, and the brown haired boy did so, facing the boys above him and spreading his legs. Greg pushed Kurt back down, and James helped Kurt guide his cock back inside him.

James let out a high pitched moan as Kurt thrust back inside with one stroke. Greg pushed Kurt farther, having him fall down across James, his hands landing on either side of his head, keeping him from falling onto James. Kurt barely had the strength to do anything but hold still.

"You want my cock, Kurt?" Greg asks, his voice low and filthy as his fingers twist inside of Kurt, making him whimper and groan.

"Y - yes."

The blunt head of his lubed cock pushes against Kurt's hole. This is the fourth cock he's taken inside him today, and its partly the easiest because he's still so open - but also the hardest because he's still sore.

But even the astonishing soreness doesn't stop it from being amazing. Greg pushes him hard, and Kurt collapses onto James.

He's full of cock, and his own dick is encased in wonderful tightness - just as Kurt doesn't think it can get better, it does.

James pushes his long legs beyond Kurt's waist, wrapping them tight around Greg's waist. Greg lays on Kurt's back, and Kurt is completely trapped between them.

Greg pulls out slowly, and Kurt draws in a shaky breath - then he rams fully into Kurt's tight, hot body.

Kurt cries out, his body lurching forward and pushing deep into James. He's fully impaled inside of James' hot heat, and Greg is wrapping his arms around his chest before he begins driving in with fury.

Kurt is essentially pinned and getting fucked so hard that he's screwing James with no effort.

"Fuck!" He screams. James moans and kisses him hard. Kurt can feel James' hard cock pressed against his belly, its hot and leaking between them, and he weakly reaches to grab it -

James comes again, crying desperately just as Greg leans around Kurt's and pulls him into a harsh kiss.

Greg doesn't stop moving for a second, and Kurt can't either. James stares up at him, whining - he's come twice now, and every thrust inside of him hurts more than it feels good. But Kurt is gorgeous and so needy, and James just wants him to come, so he squeezes his muscles tight around Kurt's cock.

Greg shifts suddenly - and his new angle strikes Kurt's prostate harder than before.

"James - Greg," Kurt gasps, and with a violent shudder, comes inside James, his back arching up. Greg simply seizes him and fucks him roughly until he comes deep into Kurt.

Dazed, Kurt slowly comes back a few minutes later. He's still curled on top of James, who is pressing tender kisses against his hair, but Greg has withdrawn and replaced his cock with the plug.

Dear Gaga, his asshole is filthy by now, Kurt realizes.

"You were so good," James says sweetly. "Thank you, Kurt. It was everything I wanted and more."

"Everything we wanted," Greg adds with a smile.

Kurt sighs and just relaxes across James again.

"If you don't pull out soon," James warns him. "I'm going to want to ride your cock."

"I don't know if I can move," Kurt murmurs. His muscles aren't working yet, and he half wonders if his bones have melted.

James laughs and carefully rolls Kurt onto his back. He ends up straddling him, clenching his ass slowly around Kurt's cock.

A groan is Kurt's only reply.

"All right, I'll be nice," James smiled down at him. "But next time I'm riding you."

Kurt nods in dazed, pleased acceptance, and James slowly rises off of him, groaning and touching his ass with one hand.

"Oh, that's going to hurt so good tomorrow," James says to his boyfriend. Greg growls something softly, and pulls James into a slow, sweet kiss.

When Kurt recovers, James helps him out of bed and into his pants. Kurt's brain still isn't working properly, and Greg chuckles.

He steps to Kurt, tucks a hand over the small of his back, and pulls him in for a slow, deep kiss. Kurt feels dizzy - Greg is a good kisser, nothing like James, or Wes, or even Blaine, but amazing in a different way.

"Thank you," Greg says seriously when he releases Kurt.

"It was my pleasure," Kurt giggles, but he means it.

He receives one last soft good-night kiss from James, and then Greg says he'll walk Kurt to his door.

They get to his room, and Kurt reaches for his key, but he's pinned against his door, and Greg's hot mouth is rubbing into his neck, kissing it wetly.

"Uhhh?" Kurt asks helplessly.

"It's James' birthday in a week," Greg says seriously, then he kisses Kurt again, his tongue sinking in deep, tasting all of Kurt's mouth.

"And?"

"I want to give him a surprise present. He loves surprises…" Greg tips Kurt's head back, and bites at his neck.

"Oh, Greg, damnit," Kurt whines.

"Will you be a present for him?" Greg asks him hopefully. "I'd like to tie you to his bed with ribbons."

Kurt shivers pleasantly at the thought.

"Yes... I'll do it."

"Oh good," Greg beams, and kisses him one last time, hard and deep, leaving Kurt panting when he pulls back. "Good night then."

"G'night."

Kurt watches him go, then glances down the other side of the hall, and sees Dianne watching them. She flushes when he sees her, and hurries back into her room, closing the door behind her.

Kurt goes inside his room, managing to close his door and drop his bag on the ground. Thank heavens they finished most of their homework before having sex…

Now he had only enough energy to stumble inside, fall face first onto his bed, and immediately slip into slumber.