”Your eyelashes are inhuman,” Kurt murmured.

Blaine hummed noncommittally from beneath him. They were under the large oak on the far side of the courtyard enjoying some summer sun filtering through the leaves. He was on his back, eyes closed, soaking up a moment of peace in their usually very active lives. Kurt was perpendicular to him, lying on his stomach and staring down at his face.

“I mean it… it’s like you have mascara on, they’re so thick and long and…” Kurt trailed off, continuing the description with his fingers instead. He gently ran the pad of his forefinger against the delicate row of black curling up from Blaine’s cheekbone. His friend smiled at the touch and so he continued on, brushing along the ridge of his impressive eyebrows and down the swoop of his nose. “Your skin is so soft…” He ran the backs of his knuckles against Blaine’s cheek, stroking his temple with his thumb. “Except for right here,” he added when he reached Blaine’s chin, “where your scruff comes in. No matter how often you shave, there’s always just a hint…”

Blaine smiled again. He knew of Kurt’s obsession with his facial hair. He sometimes asked Blaine not to shave because he liked the feel of it scratching against his inner thighs.

He wasn’t surprised when Kurt leaned down to kiss him, knowing his thoughts had gone to that exact same place. He kept it lazy, not pushing up off the ground or moving his arms to pull Kurt any closer, instead content to just lie there and absorb everything Kurt was giving him.

Kissing was his favorite.

They weren’t allowed to do it very often, definitely not on assignment, and maybe it was the rarity that always made it so special, but he loved the simple feel of another’s lips pressing into his own. The way the flesh was so pliable and sweet and generous and demanding and anything and everything he could ever ask for. He purred happily against Kurt.

“Hey guys, might wanna break it up,” came a familiar voice from above. Blaine opened his eyes just as Kurt pulled away and they both looked up with twin expressions of confusion at Trent.

Their close friend flicked his thumb behind him where Mrs. Cromwell was glaring at them in disapproval from several yards away.

“Ugh, I hate that woman,” Kurt groaned, but obediently rolled over and sat up. “One measly little kiss-“

“And the hands,” Trent added and Kurt was surprised to realize he had interlocked one of his hands with Blaine’s. He quickly let go and removed his hand from the other boy’s stomach with a friendly pat.

Blaine just laughed like it happened all the time, which it did, and sat up himself. He glanced once more at their teacher and straightened when it looked like she was headed in their direction. “Crap, we better go, unless we want detention again.”

Kurt furiously shook his head. Trent slapped him on the back good-naturedly and ribbed, “What? Didn’t like being strung up by your hands last time?” He knew very well why Kurt wasn’t looking for a repeat performance and it involved the Director, a whip and four visiting girls from Crawford Country Day.

“Oh shut up,” Kurt bit back, but then quickly turned on his heel to head towards the commons. Mrs. Cromwell was getting closer. “Let’s just get out of here, okay?”

All three boys fled their spot under the tree, Trent unable to stop himself from bowing his head respectfully at the vindictive old lady first, and made a beeline for the nearest entrance to the commons.

“Speaking of detention,” Blaine spoke up. “I hear Jeff’s in the lobby again.”

Kurt turned sharply towards him, one eyebrow raised, “What did he do wrong this time?”

“Mouthed off to a teacher…” Blaine was already grinning madly before he finished speaking.

Kurt’s eyes sparked, as did Trent’s behind him. “Circle gag?” he asked hopefully.

Blaine winked, then barked out a laugh when Kurt grabbed him by the arm and started tugging him urgently in the direction of the main lobby.

———

The next day, Kurt munched happily on his salad at lunch. The rest of the Warblers sat around him at their usual table in the cafeteria. Blaine was on his right, Wes on his left and an infuriated Jeff sat directly across from him.

“You don’t have to look so damn smug,” the blonde grumbled.

“Smug? Whatever do you mean?” Kurt batted his eyelashes, taking another innocent bite of his lunch.

Jeff huffed, rolling his eyes. “I know you’ve been wanting to make me submit since…”

“Since?” Kurt prompted. Blaine was hiding a smile behind his hand next to him and shook his head when Jeff looked to him for help.

“Since I made you deep throat during our last fellatio seminar so I’d win the solo auditions.” The words were whisper-thin and Jeff admitted them with down-turned eyes and red cheeks. It didn’t help that Wes was scowling at him as well, still upset that Jeff had sabotaged a fellow Warbler right under his nose.

Kurt nodded in acknowledgement. “Yes, indeed, not very gentlemanly of you at all. But you’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?”

Jeff curled in on himself even more, seemingly trying to slip under the table entirely. His detention the day before had almost been over when Kurt, Blaine and Trent had burst into the lobby. Mr. Walden allowed Kurt to be the last to go a round with Jeff before his detention ended for the day. He’d already been there for an hour and half and his jaw was sore from being held open by the open mouth gag, but Kurt hadn’t gone easy on him.

He had grabbed him by the hair, tugging him until he looked up at the dominant boy. Kurt’s eyes were steely, yet his touch was tender as he dragged a finger across Jeff’s stretched lips. There was no come or spit to be found, despite Jeff being at the mercy of the entire student body for over an hour.

“Nothing left for me?” Kurt pouted playfully. He knew the real reason Jeff looked so fresh-faced was because Mr. Walden was a very good mentor and most likely made a point of cleaning the boy up in between services. Kurt dipped his forefinger into his friend’s abused mouth anyway, stroking the tip of his tongue and the inside of his cheek as if chasing the phantom evidence of Jeff’s punishment.

He brought his finger back up to his own mouth, sucking it lewdly and savoring his friend’s taste. “Too bad, I’ll just have to add some of my own instead.”

That was the last he said before pulling himself free of his pants, stroking dryly a few times to bring himself to full hardness, and then plunging into Jeff’s wide-open mouth in one swift stroke. Kurt entrenched both his hands in Jeff’s blonde hair and set up a cruel rhythm that bumped up against the back of the other boy’s throat with every thrust.

He probably could have come from that alone, but Mr. Walden called Jeff’s name in a warning tone and then the blonde became active by licking around Kurt and hollowing his cheeks out as best he could with the gag to add more pressure around the dick in his mouth. On one particular stroke, he held his tongue hard against the prominent vein on the underside of Kurt’s cock for the entire length of it as he pulled out on a long stroke. With one more loose swirl around the head, and a flattened swipe along the leaking slit, Kurt’s hips stuttered and he buried himself completely until he was coming hard down the back of Jeff’s throat.

It had been quick, but hard, and Jeff massaged his jaw in remembered pain. He peeked up under his lashes at the boy across from him and answered, “Yes, sir.”

Kurt still seemed icy, but his cool demeanor quickly melted until he was reaching out and patting Jeff’s hand on top of the table. “Oh god, I can’t stay mad at that face.” He nudged Blaine in the side with his elbow when the boy laughed. “Don’t you start! I know you’re the one that taught him those damned adorable puppy-dog eyes.”

Blaine leaned in close, his breath hot against Kurt’s ear, his mischievous eyes locked on Jeff, “Works every time.”

Kurt was interrupted from smacking him upside the head when Nick plopped down a few seats over with an audible hiss. The boy looked almost feverish, his nails immediately digging into the lip of the oak of the table where he gripped it tightly.

“What’s wrong with him?” Kurt questioned out of the corner of his mouth to Jeff, who always knew best what went on in Nick’s life.

Jeff’s face brightened and he shared a conspiratorial look with Thad who was seated beside him. “David dared him to wear a vibrator all day long.”

“What?! Really?” Wes leaned in devilishly.

“It’s the kind with a remote.”

They all turned as one and watched eagerly as David waved at them from the other end of the table, then pressed a button on the small grey device in his hand. The entire table burst into laughter when Nick jumped a mile high at the sudden buzzing sensation.

———

Since it was a Friday, The Warblers threw an impromptu party that night in the choir room. The Canaries were there as well, and a good chunk of the other boarders, two of whom had sneaked in a keg and a handle of vodka. They did a sufficient job of distracting the live-in professors and making things seem less rowdy than they actually were, so the party stayed active up until the wee hours of the morning.

They danced, they sang karaoke, they played strip poker and Truth-or-Dare, and if anyone left the party without mussed hair, kiss-bruised lips or missing clothing then they weren’t trying hard enough.

It was in the middle of Truth-or-Dare that Sebastian stood up and called for the attention of the entire room. Once most people had turned in his direction, the constant beat of music ever present in the background, he screamed out, “SPIN-THE-BOTTLE!”

The room erupted in cheers. “If you want in, come join us in the center of the room. If not, Wes’s bringing more beer and you’re free to keep dancing or doing whatever else you like.”

More than a handful took Sebastian up on his offer, a mix of Warblers and Canaries, boys and girls, Possessives and Caregivers.

Blaine and Kurt hurried to find a place in the circle. Kurt fell down with a laugh against the foot of the couch when Jeff tried to trip him. He stretched out his legs so Blaine could sit in between them and wrapped an arm around his best friend to pull him back against his chest. 

Sebastian waited for everyone to gather, counting 15 brave souls from his spot in the center of the circle, and then kicked things off. “Okay, looks like we’ve got a few newbies tonight,” he winked at a blonde girl from Crawford Country Day, who blushed prettily in response, “so I’m going to go over the rules again. This is not your average game of Spin-the-Bottle. After you spin, I pull a card and you have to do to your partner whatever is on that card. The tasks are pretty tame… for us, but if you have any hard limits, there’s no shame in asking for a different card. Just let me know!”

He clapped his hands together and rubbed them greedily. “All righty. As MC, I go first.” He stepped back to join the circle and spun the empty beer bottle lying on the floor. He landed on a different Crawford girl, this one with short red hair, and pulled a card that said she had to remove all clothing above her waist. When she stood up and started to lift off her top, Sebastian was quick to stop her.

“No, darling. I get to do it to you, remember?” He smirked before getting up to join her. She wasn’t wearing much, just a sequined tank-top and bright red bra, but Sebastian made a show of stripping her. Sebastian made a show of everything, after all.

She wasn’t as shy as her friend, who had covered her eyes and was giggling madly, and sat back down with a confident smile despite her breasts being bared for all to see. On her turn, she landed on David and had to oil up his entire body.

After that, things started to get more interesting. Sebastian always stacked the deck to try and lead everyone into things slowly.

David was asked to turn Blaine on without touching him, which didn’t take much since watching the dark skin of the boy be massaged and kneaded as he was oiled up had already sparked Blaine’s attention. So with a sly wink and a slow crawl across the circle, David ran a hand down his slick body, pinched at his own nipples and moaned in pleasure until there was a noticeable tent in Blaine’s pants.

Blaine, breathing a little unsteady now, spun the bottle in Nick’s direction. He glanced up at Sebastian, waiting for his command, and was relieved to hear “masturbate right now, in front of everyone.”

He returned to his place in Kurt’s lap, leaned his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder and spread his legs so the outsides of his thighs were pressed against the insides of Kurt’s. “This okay?” Blaine asked, looking up at his friend.

Kurt huffed and nuzzled against the side of his neck. “Of course it is.”

Blaine smiled, then reached down to unzip his slacks and pull himself out from his boxers. His cock was hard and flush and with one preliminary stroke already leaking pre-come. He was so far gone already, he knew it wouldn’t take much, so he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the moment.

He used his own saliva to slick up one hand and mixed that with the drops of come beading on the head of his cock. Then, he ran his hand down his shaft, keeping his grip loose so he could pump back up quickly. He set up a rhythm, stroking lightly at first and then tightly at random intervals until his hips started to buck involuntarily.

He reached down with his other hand to fondle his balls, squeezing gently, as he encircled the sensitive spot just under the head of his cock with his stroking hand. He let his thumb rub over the slit and shivered as his nerves exploded in arousal. He went back to his rhythm of up and down and up and down, twisting here and there in that way that had him panting and eager for release. Within minutes, with a final firm stroke, he was coming in spurts across his button-down shirt.

Since he had landed on Nick, but had been given a solitary task, it was still Nick’s turn to perform. Sebastian pulled the next card off the top of the deck and called out, “Perform oral on an imaginary figure.”

Nick nodded, biting his lip in thought, and crawled to the center of the circle. He didn’t notice the glint in David’s eye as he opened his mouth to begin. He stuck his tongue out, curling it around to lick at open air, while at the same time bobbing his head as if he actually had a dick in his mouth.

He was just starting to get into it, eyes closed and moaning as he lost himself in fantasy, we he felt the vibrations in his ass. “Oohhh- AHHH!”

He spun around to face David, who was laughing so hard he’d folded in half.

“David! You can’t jus- arghhh, fuck!”

Nick collapsed forward on his hands and knees, rocking forward to relieve the pressure building up in his ass. He’d completely forgotten about the vibrator, hard as that may seem. He’d actually become accustomed to the feel of it inside him since he’d been wearing it for almost ten hours straight. It had caused him to come three times already, once in class -almost twice, but he’d ducked out to the restroom just in time- and once in his room that afternoon. At this point, he was so strung out and sensitive that he was on the verge of tears as he came for a fourth time that day. 

David was next to him in an instant. “Shhh, baby, you’re done, you’re done.” He helped Nick out of his pants and briefs and carefully slipped the well-loved toy from his body.

While the two of them were cleaning up, Sebastian took control of the game to allow Nick to rest and spun the bottle himself. That meant that it was his turn again as well.

When he pulled the next card a wicked grin slid across his face. “69.”

The bottle had landed in Kurt and Blaine’s direction, so he approached the two intertwined boys. “Which one of you do I get?”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, sharing a silent conversation, then like twins turned back to Sebastian. Kurt was the one that answered, his hands suggestively stroking along Blaine’s body, “You get both of us, tiger. We’re a package deal now.”

“Oh really?” Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, but dutifully started to strip down. His partners followed suit, then laid down in the middle of the circle. They pressed themselves together so they were fully connected from shoulder to hip and Blaine rest his left leg over Kurt’s right so they curled into each other a little and their cocks touched.

Sebastian carefully positioned himself over the top of them, his knees by their shoulders and his hands on the floor beside their hips. He glanced around the circle once, curious to see if anyone else found this combination as alluring as he did, and smirked at the blonde from before who was staring at them slack-jawed.

With his eyes still on her, he lowered down so he could lick at the heads of both of his partners’ cocks. Blaine’s wasn’t fully hard yet and just kind of resting against Kurt’s, which Sebastian used to his advantage as he took Kurt into his mouth and stuck his tongue out to tease Blaine’s slit. It was a tight squeeze and he didn’t have much of any maneuverability, but it was enough to cause Blaine to jerk and stutter out a moan.

Sebastian let his eyes slipped closed then, moaning himself as Kurt and Blaine’s tongues came up and around him from both sides. It was a coordinated attack so that just as one pressed along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, the other was swirling around the head. He popped off of Kurt with the need to breath -and scream- when they opened their mouths on either side of him and sucked a simultaneous path from base to tip. “Fuck!”

Kurt arched up so his cock bumped against Sebastian’s chin. Sebastian quickly got hold of himself and leaned back down to lick first along Kurt’s shaft and then along Blaine. He sucked at each head, dragging his tongue along Blaine’s slit like he knew he liked and then dropping down to suck at the thin skin of Kurt’s balls like he liked. He did his best to pay equal attention to both cocks, taking moments to fully encase one in his mouth and then popping over to the other to do the same.

His speed quickened as his own pleasure spiked, though he knew it was doubtful he could get them all to finish at the same time.

Blaine and Kurt’s mouths met at the head of his cock and they stayed there for a while, kissing each other around it. It was messy and open and Sebastian could imagine the spit dribbling down their cheeks as they did it, which only turned him on more.

He groaned when one pulled away to let the other suck him, vibrations from the noise echoing around Kurt’s cock that was in his mouth at the time. The other boy started to thrust up into him. He was clearly further along than Blaine, who’d already come once that night, and so Sebastian paid him more attention until Kurt was coming across his face.

Sebastian closed his eyes at the sticky sensation and moved back down to lick bits of Kurt’s come off of Blaine’s cock. As he feasted, the boys swapped places around his own cock. He suddenly knew without looking that it was Blaine taking him in now because of the way he slipped all the way down the boy’s throat without a moment’s hesitation. Kurt was right there with him, though, mouthing at Sebastian’s balls and sucking marks at the soft skin of his inner thighs.

With a keening wail, Sebastian pulled off of Blaine to scream out his release. Helpless to do anymore, he used his hand to finish Blaine off. He sucked the head of Blaine’s dick into his mouth right at the end though and swallowed his load, knowing there was already plenty of come decorating his face, he didn’t need any more.

——

Blaine ducked out first of the Warblers. Cat-calls and jeering sounded at his back as he exited the room, mostly his own friends calling him an old man for not sticking around until the sun came up. But he was exhausted. It had been a long week, in which he’d had three practical tests, and he was desperate for a good night’s sleep.

By the time he got to his room, he didn’t even have the energy to wash up, merely peeling off his remaining clothes and flopping face-first onto his bed. He snuggled into his pillow and passed out within five minutes.

An hour later he was awakened to the feel of someone pressing into his back. Correction, not someone, but someones. 

Blaine cracked an eye open and turned his head to see the blurry form of David hovering over him.

David caught him looking and quickly stopped his fidgeting to situate himself against Blaine’s right side. “Shhh,” he tried to soothe, but his drunken version of a whisper was more like a shout. “Go’back sleep,” he drawled, nuzzling down into the mattress, his head tucked in under Blaine’s armpit.

Blaine was too tired to care who the second person was laying on top of his back and he couldn’t turn his head any further to find out so he just dropped back down onto his pillow and closed his eyes once more.

Two hours after that he was woken up again by more shuffling. He groaned, shifting enough to push David up against the bedroom wall and causing the boy on top of him to slip to his other side so he could now take a full breath again. But he still couldn’t turn his head around enough to see who was making all the racket tripping over themselves as they tried to cross the pitch-black room. So, instead, he just called out grouchily, “Shut up. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

There was a shift of weight on the bed and the even breath of the boy on top of him hitched as if he were about to wake up.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, just get in bed already before you wake everyone up.”

“Well isn’t someone cranky,” Jeff crabbed before finding a spot at the foot of the bed with Nick.

“Jeff.”

“Ok, ok, sorry, sleep now.”

About five hours after that, Blaine woke up again, but this time it wasn’t because of another tipsy Warbler stumbling back from the party. No, this time everyone was actually asleep… or well, mostly asleep.

He mashed his head into his pillow when he recognized the signs of someone having a wet dream. He groaned, loudly, and screamed into his fluffy down, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

This time he turned around fully, moving from his stomach to his side so he was spooning David, then to almost lie on his back except that there were two other boys now taking up the space where he had been and he couldn’t flip over completely. He groaned again, but softly this time, since now he could see that Kurt was the one who’d been lying on top of him all night.

He took a moment to admire his best friend’s pale skin and rich brown hair, freeing a hand to brush a few loose strands from his temple. Blaine always loved how innocent Kurt could look when he slept. All the tension and dominance drained away to leave him looking completely at peace.

Well, until Thad’s wet dream grew in volume and Kurt’s perfectly manicured eyebrows were scrunching together in the beginnings of wakefulness. Blaine tried to reach around to smack Thad and make him stop his humping, but he didn’t have the angle.

He was in luck, though, because he wasn’t the only one Thad had disturbed into waking. Sebastian lifted his head up from the other side of the Warbler dog pile and raised a disbelieving eyebrow at Blaine. “Is he seriously-?”

Blaine just nodded tiredly, resting his temple against Kurt’s and trying to ease him back into sleep. Thad was squashed against his back, though, with Wes underneath him and Nick over his legs and soon everyone was blinking into the harsh light of day and moaning at the pain of their hangovers.

“Thad! Fucking wake up!” Sebastian called out. “Will someone just take care of him please?”

“Why don’t you, Mr. Dom?” David grumbled. He moved so instead of being back-to-back with Blaine, he was curled around his friend.

“I can’t reach. Jeff here decided to become a leech over the course of the night and I could no sooner separate him from my body than I could find my way back to my own damn bed where I can sleep in like any god-forsaken hungover delinquent should be able to.”

Nick sighed, rubbing his face furiously with one hand to try and wake himself up more. “Geez, I’ll do it, okay?” He rolled to the side to get some leverage and tugged Thad off of Wes into his arms. “Hey, baby,” he cooed. His voice was deep and thick with sleep and he closed his eyes tiredly while he jacked off his friend.

Thad came with a shout only a moment later and everyone groaned happily.

“Finally!” Sebastian griped, settling back into bed and wrapping his arms tightly around Jeff as if he were a big teddy bear.

Thad blearily opened his eyes at the shout. He looked around at the mess of Warblers around him, confused when they all stared back accusatory.

“What’s up, guys?” He asked cheerily, becoming only more confused when everyone turned away with irritated moans and went back to sleep. “Guys?”