Chapter 3: Roommates at Dalton

"Make sure you keep this in your bathroom cabinet at all times. I'll get each of you another one in six months. Oh, and act like you use it - take some out from time to time. The school nurse will soon have reason to hate me and I don't want her taking it out on you two." Mrs. Anderson handed her each of her sons a jar of yellow cream with a false prescription label around it

"Must you bring that stuff to the dining table?" Mr. Anderson asked his wife before taking another bit of his bagel.

Mrs. Anderson stilled her spoon inside in the grape fruit. "I'm afraid they will forget again."

"They didn't forget anything last time." Mr. Anderson grumbled.

It was not customary for the Anderson-Smythe family to sit and chat around the dining table. The rare exceptions included Christmas dinner and a Saturday brunch before Blaine and Sebastian left for Dalton - a private boarding school. Today the special occasion was in thanks to the latter opinion. Similar to past experiences the table conversation was directed to whichever lie Mrs. Anderson concocted to ensure her sons had a private dorms. This year the lie involved the brothers having serious skin infection.

"Mom, the school nurse knows you're lying anyway. It's not the fake prescription that keeps her quiet. It's the under-the-table cash dad gives her." Sebastian huffed before accepting the little jar.

"It's not the only thing she has been doing the table," Blaine seductively breathed into his brother's ear. "The nurse's hubby, if you catch my drift."

"What is else is down your drift?" Sebastian whispered back.

Blaine forced himself not to laugh and innocently pulled away from Sebastian who was still smirking. Their parents did not see this little exchange.

"Natasha, do you know what will happen if the other boys in school think Sebastian or Blaine have... whatever contagious fungal infection you formulated? They will get less action than the pet gold fish I had when I was seven. I can't allow that. High schools are full of blushing and slutty virgins. I don't want my sons to miss out on such easy fun." Mr. Anderson argued.

Mrs. Anderson silently agreed. High school was fun from that perspective. She did not care for the classes, but the boys were horny for her and girls either hated her or were willing to be curious with her.

"It is against the law for health care providers to release patient health records. No one will find out." The morning light on Mrs. Anderson remind everyone present of her beauty. "If it wasn't for me, then the boys wouldn't have gotten their private rooms to get action in."

The men at the table knew Mrs. Anderson was not as innocent as she let on. Mr. Anderson knew this better than anyone, but rarely was she ever this open in front of her sons.

"Do the boys need their own rooms to get action? Back when I was boarding at Dalton sneaking into Crawford was the foreplay before a quickie in a bathroom stall; and when a girl's roommate was in class or gone for the night - sex was all the more enjoyable on the others bed." Mr. Anderson's voice was not harsh, but his words were serious. "I want my sons to enjoy what I did. Well minus the girl part and I never fooled around with boys."

Mrs. Anderson crossed her arms. As ridicules as it may sound she found it difficult to establish a solid argument against her husband. She too was one of those girls who enjoyed being roughed up against bathroom doors.

"The boys can still do those things. Our boys can still sneak around with their classmates. I'm sure the other students will have roommates whose bed they can borrow. The beautiful part is, once they are done, they are go back to their private rooms and study. This is a school after all."

Sebastian and Blaine watched their parents argue back and forth like a tennis match and continued to eat their breakfast. Blaine was enjoying a bowl of cinnamon oatmeal and Sebastian silently drank his blueberry smoothie.

Blaine mentally campaigned with his mother. He likes and needs his private space to mentally cope with daily stresses. With junior year in the making and college bronchus readily available, he needed to maintain top standing grades. Besides, his mother was right. Roommate or not, he would still be able to fool around in public places and satisfy his daring sex kinks. If lessons are to be learned from other students, roommates slow you down and do not always appreciate the things that make you special. In Blaine's case, there is a good chance a straight roommate would not encourage his songwriting in the nude or morning rituals. If fungal cream gave him freedom, then give him the cream.

Unlike his brother, Sebastian wanted to get a roommate, but not just anyone. He wanted the perfect roommate. Unfortunately for him, he has yet to find such a person. The excruciating list of requirements to become his ideal roommate is exhausting bordering on impossible. First, he wanted a roommate who preferred not to wear too much clothing and who had an attractive body he could appreciate. Second, the roommate could be gay or straight as long as he was willing to get naked and jump in Sebastian's bed from time to time. Third, he would like his roommate to be disposable. If Sebastian wanted to be alone or have some privacy, then the roommate would leave; and if he was bored or lonely, then his roommate would return. That is all he asked for.

"I thought parents were supposed to encourage abstinence to their children before they ship them off to boarding school." Sebastian leaned into Blaine's ear.

"They must have skipped that chapter in the parenting books they never read." Blaine joked. "They're being realistic. I'm going to miss them." Sebastian agreed.

"I just don't see the big deal." Mrs. Anderson sat her spoon on the table and clamped her hand together. "I lied about a fungal infection. It's not like I said they have any STDs."

"You might as well have." Mr. Anderson turned to Blaine and Sebastian. "Kids, your mother is being unrealistic." Mrs. Anderson loudly cleared his throat and glared at her husband. "Do you want to have roommates this year? Trust me they're a lot of fun. There is a reason why the school mandates the... unless you have health issues."

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson normally argue on most issues, but they never actually got mad at one another. Sebastian had the strong suspicion that they did for for the soul purpose of angry make-up sex afterwards.

"I want to keep my own room." Blaine honestly answered. Mr. Anderson did not argue his son's wants.

"I would like to try and get a roommate, but I don't want just anyone. Let me pick him out." Sebastian smiled, making his father happy and Mrs. Anderson worried. "I don't want just anyone. I've already seen all that my class has to offer, let me check out the new kids. If I see one that I like, I'll get him as my roommate. Otherwise I'll keep my own room."

"If you find everything you want in a roommate, then your roommate and I will borrow your bed." Blaine sneakered while finishing his breakfast.

By the time the family of the house finished eating breakfast, a series of maids came down the stairs with suitcases. Sebastian smirked when he seen a red faced Jennet tottering down with one his bags. Sebastian did not know who would be packing for him, but he ensured that whoever did would find some interesting things - or should he say toys? The fact that it was Jennet was just a nice plus.

"Thank you, Jennet." Sebastian called from across the room. Blaine raised his eyebrows. "It's called manners. You may want to try it."

Once the suitcases were down the male staff carried them into a separate car that would arrive at Dalton before the boys.

"I hate to see my boys leave." Mrs. Anderson hugged Sebastian then Blaine. "It is so quite when you're gone." Blaine could not help but imagine that was a lie.

"Dalton is only a five hours from here. It's not that far." Blaine assured his mother.

Sebastian laughed at the interaction. It did not matter what happened, Blaine he would forever be the baby of the family.

"Don't worry mom. I'll keep an eye on him." Sebastian promised.

"Sebastian - I worry about you too." Mrs. Anderson released Blaine and stared at her older son.

"I will keep us out of trouble." The older boy reassured.

"That's more like it."

Mr. Anderson returned from his study carrying a thick manila folder. "And if you do get in trouble, then get in trouble together." Sebastian smirked on his father's words. "In that case we would have a stronger argument in court." Mrs. Anderson scowled at her husband. "It's the truth." Mrs. Anderson huffed a second time. "Neither of them have even been caught - thus their records are clean. They are straight A students and Sebastian will most likely be this year's valedictorian. It's someone else's word against another them, who do you think the school will believe?"

Mr. Anderson handed the manila folder to his older child. "Please give this to the dean on Monday? He is expecting it."

Sharing conversation around the breakfast table was rare. Long drawn out good-byes was even rarer. Mr. Anderson shook his sons' hands and offered each of them some private advice. He wished Sebastian to do well in school and informed him on a new study that claims sex makes people smarter. Mr. Anderson then told Blaine that French and Italianare important classes if he wishes to visit family from abroad next summer.

Mrs. Anderson threw her arms around his sons and kissed each of them on the cheek. "You did pack the cream?" They nodded their heads. "Good. Now Sebastian, keep it just in case the school can't find you a decent roommate. Oh, and for your father's sake, make sure no one finds it. He would get really mad at me if anyone did."

With one finial kiss from their mother the brothers left home until Thanksgiving break.

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The five hour drive to school was without interest. Sebastian slept while Blaine drove, and Blaine loudly sang when their driving roles were reversed. By the time the duo arrived at school it was two o'clock in the afternoon. The check in line at the admissions office was without complication and registration documentations were quickly signed and finished. At the end of the process, their friend Wes was waiting and holding a digital clipboard.

"Blaine, you're in room 405 in Beckman Hall. In other words my hall." Wes handed Blaine a key to his room. "I don't know how you keep getting your own room. I try every year and they say I don't qualify. What's your secret?

"I guess they just like me." Blaine innocently smiled - trying not to be smug. Wes was a nice guy and Blaine was not cruel in that regard.

Sebastian kept his hands in his pocket reframing himself from saying what he wanted to say.

"As for you Sebastian, I'm not sure what is going on. You did have your own room as of yesterday. Now my records say 'roommate pending.' I'm not sure who he will be or when he will arrive, but the two of you will be sharing room 502 in Warburton."

Sebastian blinked a couple of times before responding to his friend. "I will notify you when I find a roommate I want."

Both confused and uncomfortable Wes cleared his throat. "Sebastian, that's not how it works." Wes spoke as if he was walking on ice. "The school will choose your roommate. I should warn you nearly everyone is taken. You will most likely be assigned with whoever is left." Blaine smile at the situation as he was a child staring at the Christmas tree. "Check-in ends tomorrow at four. Hopefully you and your roommate can met before then. If worse comes to worse, then you will get your own room."

Four more people walked up to the check in line. "Oh I better go and greet the new guys." Wes dismissed himself and scurried to a group of sophomores.

Beckman Hall was the only dorm hall Blaine and Sebastian had ever lived in. It was old, but recently renovated to allow each room to have a private washroom. At the end of each hallway was a washer and dryer for students who did not dry clean their clothes. On the top floor was an elegant study with comfortable chairs and popular books from the library. The older dorm buildings did not share these luxuries.

Once they left the office and walked outside Blaine decided to have some fun. "Oh, I want to check out your room. This is going to be hilarious." Blaine took Sebastian's keys. "The only thing to make it better would be if you were forced to room with Tyler Watts. He could teach you all about collectors' trains and explain to you the importance of five heavy meals a day." Blaine finished his sentence with genuine excitement.

"Anderson! Smythe!" They stopped walking and turned to see who was calling for them. It was none other than Jeff Sterling. "Why didn't you guys tell me you were here?" Jeff slapped Sebastian on the shoulder and softly punched Blaine on the arm. "Never mind, why you didn't text me. Tonight there is going to be a party on the third floor of Warburton. I would tell you not to tell Wes, but he is taking the night off to come. David agreed to bring the alcohol, and later Hunter and I are going to try and smuggle some Crawford girls in. Now, I know the female sex doesn't tickle your fancy, but hey you never know when it's time to experiment." The hyperactive blond clapped his hands together. "It will be fun."

The excitement in Jeff's eyes quickly multiplied by two, "Wait?"

Jeff paused for a moment and looked at the keys in Blaine's hands. "Are you guys sharing a dorm together in Warburton? What, did the school not deem you two worthy of private chambers? Meanwhile the rest of us have suffer in each other's company?"

Blaine looked down at the old fashion silver key he was holding. "How did you know this is a Warburton key?"

Jeff laughed, "I know a thing or two about keys and where they can get me. Crawford has the same set up," Jeff winked. "So, are you guys going to be sharing a room? That will be interesting. Don't confuse your conquests with each other. You know what..." Jeff paused when he seen Professor Thomson staring at him. "Tell me later. I better go. See you guys tonight at eight."

Warburton Hall was just as nice as Beckman Hall, but truer to its original design. The tiles on the floor were a classic marble and the high ceilings were held up by giant cream colored pillars. There was not an elevator, but Sebastian did not complain about walking up five flights of stairs. It was been difficult to complain when Blaine was walking in front of him - giving him great view of the younger boy's backside.

Blaine stopped walking when he seen the number 502 on a gold plaque outside a wooden door. "Here is your new home-sweet-home." Blaine sang while unlocking the door. The door was easy to open and it did not creek like most old doors. The contents of the room included two beds, two desks and two chairs. Half of the room was already decorated with the items their parent's maids laid out for Sebastian. The other half was empty of an occupant.

"So this is what a double room looks like. How depressing," Blaine laughed, walking up the dorm window. It overlooked the soccer field - that was a nice plus.

"Shut up. I can still get out of it. Let me check out the guy and then I'll make my decision." Sebastian removed his key from the door and tossed it onto the desk where his laptop sat.

Blaine kicked his shoes off and tossed them next to the door. "Even if you can't get out of this, this room has potential for me to have some fun in. Maybe your roommate can make it look nicer." Once his shoes and socks were off Blaine undid his bow tie and jumped onto Sebastian's tidy bed with a black and white comforter. The color of the comforter looked conservative, but Blaine knew that the lusty emerald sheets beneath were made of statin. "Your bed is nice and sturdy. That is good to know."

"Why do you care?" Sebastian turned around and lead against the desk. Blaine's hair was messy and he could see a glimpse of Blaine's chest hairs sticking out.

"If your roommate is hot, I may borrow if from time to time."

"Don't borrow it if I'm using it."

"Oh and here I thought you were going to invite me to join you." Blaine pouted not moving himself off the bed.