Kurt sighed as he entered his dorm room for the third time today after his fashion class. He lightly placed the brown bag from Saladworks on the table in the corner of the room. It was decently sized, enough room for 2 people to reside in. His room-mate, whom he barely knew, was nowhere in sight. For now. Blaine was always somehow wandering around the room, as if he never even attended his classes. The headmaster insisted the two share the dorm because Kurt was such an excellent student, he got higher room quality, and Blaine's father was alumni. 

Blaine Anderson walked into the area from the bathroom they shared, he smiled at Kurt and attempted to speak with his toothbrush working in his mouth.

"Howf was ture dah?" Blaine murmured, and Kurt looked up to notice that he was only wearing a white-towel draped across his hips. There were droplets of water slowly draining down his tan skin, shadowing over his dark chest and stomach hair, while others clung to the dark curls on his head.

"You know Blaine, I can't really understand you." Kurt sighed again as he shoved his brown plastic bag into their mini-fridge and flopped down onto his bed.

Blaine slid the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit into the nearest cup, tossing his brush onto the dresser next to him. "I said 'How was your day?'"

"It was fine." Kurt attempted to ignore Blaine, it was rare that he was ever considerate to Kurt. Blaine Anderson was an utter slob, which did not work wonders for Kurt's OCD, and he was always nosing into Kurt's business. Kurt picked up his laptop and flipped the screen open. 

"Jesus Christ Blaine, didn't I tell you to stop using my laptop to do your assignments? Aren't you rich enough to afford your OWN?" Kurt was getting more annoyed each day. 

"Yes, but I'd have to go out and purchase a new one. And that, Kurt Hummel, is effort." Blaine smiled at him, moving his way back to the bathroom to get changed. 

"Of course, I forgot effort is a disease for you. And for fucks sake, would you pick up all of this shit laying around? Including your toothbrush infesting my dresser with expensive clothing inside!" Kurt sighed, kicking the pair of smelly socks residing next to his bunk.

"Yeah, yeah, can I at least not be naked first?" 

Kurt tried not to imagine a naked Blaine bending over in front of him, and instead focused on typing up his term paper that was due next week. 

Suddenly, Kurt's phone started to ring in his backpocket. He reached around and answered it, seeing that it was his friend Rachel. 

Blaine soon slid into the room in full comfy attire, then made his way over to sit next to Kurt on his bed. Blaine eavesdropped on the conversation Kurt was having, attempting to hear every word drifting out of Rachel Berry's mouth. Blaine quickly got up and opened the fridge in the corner, picking out the bag Kurt brought home earlier. He peeked inside and noticed a ceasar salad in a plastic container, and pulled it out. Also grabbing the fork, he sat down on the desk chair near Kurt's bed and started to eat the meal in front of him.

"One second, Rach. Blaine could you not eat every goddamn food specimen I bring home? You know if you're that lazy they offer delivery." Kurt turned around, facing opposite of Blaine to focus on his conversation that was occuring with his high school friend.

Blaine just smiled contently, and continued to devour the delicious salad in his grasp.  

"Yeah, I'll be there soon." Kurt grabbed his messenger bag laying next to him on the bed and made his way to the door. He turned around to address Blaine. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Try not to burn something while I'm gone." And with that, Kurt pranced out into the hallway. If he wasn't so goddamn attractive I'd move out immediately. He thought in his head, but would never admit it out loud.

Blaine made sure that the door was securely shut and the "Do Not Disturb" sign was placed on it outside. He quickly jogged over to Kurt's laptop and signed on using the password: "McQueen" and waited for the desktop to load up.

He smiled as he opened google chrome, and clicked on the option to create an icognito window. "Thank God for the intelligence of Google.." Blaine smiled as he whispered under his breath. 

Typing in "www.xnxx.com" and waiting for the website to load, he slid down his pajama pants slightly and wrapped his hand around his limp cock. Slowly squeezing himself lightly and beginning to stroke his dick up and down, he selected the "Gay" option on the left toolbar. As image previews for numerous videos flooded his screen, Blaine immediately felt himself harden. Clicking on a random video that didn't look too disturbing, he started to quicken the pace of his hand. Rubbing his cock with the tight fist, he stared at the screen with his jaw open, softly moaning at the pleasure rushing up his body. Blaine hadn't been laid in months, and this way the quickest way to calm himself down. And since Kurt Hummel was definitely not putting out, he felt no guilt for using his laptop to watch porn.

When the man on the screen started to roughly buttfuck the other, Blaine tilted his head back and pushed his hips up harder into his hand, twisting his wrist to gain more friction. Blaine was so deep in ecstacy, he didn't even notice the door click open.

"Oh My God!" Kurt screeched as he took in the sight of a flushed Blaine whacking off in Kurt's bed. The door slammed behind him and he just stared as Blaine froze at the noise.

"Oh-I..fuck." Blaine sighed, shutting the laptop quickly and staring at Kurt. "I'm so sorry!"

Kurt just kept his greenish/blue eyes glued to Blaine's naked figure, eyeing the long length still placed in Blaine's tight grasp. He had no idea that Blaine was even gay, but considering he was watching two men bone each other, he was fairly sure of the fact now. And that was certainly not helping Kurt calm down.

The image was way too much to handle, and when Blaine got up and attempted to pull his pants up, Kurt lunged at him. 

"What are you doing?" Blaine looked wide-eyed up at him, as Kurt tackled him to his bed and pinned him down with his knees.

"You're gay, right?" Kurt looked up, a sudden hint of panic in his features.

"Yes, fuck Kurt is this really happening?" Blaine's eyes flicked with passion again, as they turned a darker shade than before.

"If you want it too." Kurt murmured, then attached his lips to Blaine's, taking in the delicious taste of him.

"Yes, fuck, please yes." Blaine's hips spasmodically thrusted up, begging for friction as Kurt's started to mouth at Blaine's neck. 

Without a response, Kurt started to slide his white tshirt off while grinding his ass down against Blaine's already hard cock, earing a soft whimper from beneath him. He quickly, but carefully, tore off his jeans aswell and watched as Blaine just pushed his pajama pants down to expose his hard cock swelling on his hips.

"Wow." Was all Kurt could manage, Blaine was huge. 

"I get that a lot." Blaine smiled, but actually had a tint of a blush in his cheeks, then reached up to capture Kurt's lips in a kiss. Kurt moaned into the touch, Blaine's cock grazing against his non-prepared hole. Kurt reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube, then handed it to Blaine. Kurt spread his legs above him and leaned up closer so Blaine could access his ass from here. 

Blaine breathed heavily as he slobbered his hands with the cold liquid, then warmed them up by rubbing his long fingers against Kurt's tight hole. The whole action of it made Blaine shiver, knowing that his cock would soon be buried in the tight heat. Kurt pushed his ass down lower, signaling to Blaine that he was ready for him to be filled with his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so greedy for it." Blaine breathed out, quickly shoving a finger into him, not wasting time on being too careful. 

Kurt moaned loudly, and began to fuck himself on Blaine's finger when Blaine stilled inside of him. 

Blaine slid in another finger, and then began to scissor them as he slid deeper into Kurt. They kept this motion for a few minutes, letting Kurt warm up for Blaine's huge length while Blaine kept finger-fucking him. When Kurt was starting to get dizzy from lack of pleasure directly, he whispered for "More" and Blaine knew that meant he needed him inside now.

Blaine didn't bother to cover himself with a condom, and instead flushed his cock with huge amounts of lube. With a few quick strokes, he aligned himself with Kurt's hole and gently began to push inside.

Kurt leaned back, and kept eye contact with Blaine as he felt himself being filled to the brim with the wonderful burn of Blaine's wide dick. 

"Fuck, you feel so good." Kurt moaned as Blaine hit the limit, his length completely filling Kurt's asshole. 

"Mmmrfh!" Blaine tilted his head back, as Kurt began to rock back and forth on top of him, Blaine reaching for Kurt's hips and pushing on them to make him rock faster. 

Blaine almost immediately felt himself rush to the brink with pleasure, the tight heat of Kurt was almost too much to bear. So Blaine wrapped one of his hands around Kurt's leaking dick in front of him and began to jerk as fast as he could. He could feel Kurt shiver on top of him, so he flicked his thumb over the tip and twisted his wrist to give Kurt more fiery shocks of pleasure. When Kurt tipped over the edge and spilled hot spurts of come onto Blaine's stomach, Blaine growled, fucking growled as he thrusted up one last time and filled Kurt's hole with his hot seed.

The two gentleman stared at each other as they came down from their highs, trying to regain their composure to allow words to form. 

"You know," Kurt breathed in deeply as he rocked back once more on Blaine, the sensitivity of him still causing Blaine to shudder.

"This doesn't get you out of cleaning the room." He smiled down at Blaine, and continued rocking on top of him, preparing them for a round 2.