Kurt burst into the dorm room with a loud huff before collapsing backwards on his bed. Blaine glanced up from his bed on the other side of the room and nudged Nick so he could see around his back. “Bad assignment?”

“The worst!” Kurt growled, gripping his hair with both hands in frustration. “The guy expected me to bottom, even though he signed a topping contract. I know Mr. Walden wouldn’t have mixed that up. I’m not set to bottom until next semester.”

There was a loud moan off to his side and Kurt finally opened his eyes to turn and see Nick and David sitting disheveled on Blaine’s bed, blocking his roommate from view. Jeff, meanwhile, was on the floor with his head between Nick’s parted thighs. “What’s going on here?”

Blaine shifted around Nick, squeezing against his headboard, until he was free from his too full bed. “We’re helping Jeff with his BJ test tomorrow. ” He said as he approached his best friend.

“It’s a Level 3, no hands,” David finished for Blaine when the other boy leaned in for a deep kiss with Kurt.

No one was really an item at the academy. Coupling was banned to try to avoid jealousy and in-fighting. Share and share alike was the motto of the school, after all. But if there were any two students whom people would say showed more affection than pure sexual desire for each other, it was Kurt and Blaine. He watched with a fond smile as Blaine settled himself behind Kurt, his legs bracketing the other boy, and started to massage his tense shoulders.

Nick moaned again to his right and David turned to ask, “Better?”

“Mmm, much,” Nick breathed out. He clenched a fist against his thigh. No hands literally meant no hands and Nick didn’t want to screw things up for his friend by grabbing his head and face-fucking him. “That’s so good, baby. You got the-unfh the suction down just right.” Jeff hummed appreciatively around him, which only made Nick groan more.

“Where’s Seb?” Kurt questioned, his head lolling forward from Blaine’s ministrations. “He never passes up a group study session.”

“He was assigned last minute to Director Marshall,” Blaine answered against his ear. He continued down to press a kiss along his neck, taking a moment to dig in deep as he kneaded Kurt’s back. “Thad backed out again.”

Kurt’s eyes opened sharply at that, his blissed-out expression turning to one of worry. “Again? But that’s the third time. Won’t Randall fail him now?”

“Hopefully not,” David, who was Randall’s TA, supplied. “He knows Thad has issues with bondage. He’s the one who told Thad he should specialize in Care instead of Possession.”

“But he didn’t want to be alone,” Kurt murmured sadly. A ball of guilt settled unpleasantly in his stomach. He had originally been slated to join Thad in Care, mostly because of his natural inclination to mother people, until the qualifying test had clearly shown his tendency toward dominance instead. Even though he knew it wasn’t his fault, he still felt guilty for being one of the reasons Thad fought against his natural abilities to pass the test for Possession.

“And he wanted to be a Warbler.”

Kurt sighed. “The Canaries are good.” He giggled despite himself when Blaine pinched his side in protest. “They are! We’re just a bit showier than them.”

“Damn right we are,” Blaine confirmed before attacking Kurt’s neck with a series of open-mouthed kisses.

“You’re excited tonight. Is it Jeff?” Kurt asked quietly so the boy in question wouldn’t hear. Blaine hummed an affirmative against his skin, laving against the muscle with his tongue and sidling closer so his hard-on pressed into the cleft of Kurt’s ass.

Their blonde friend was still rather furiously sucking Nick’s cock, twisting his head side to side, and pulling against the silk that bound his hands behind his back. Kurt had to admit it was a sight to behold. He felt the first tinglings of arousal, but knew nothing would come of it after the tiring night he’d had. “He always has such an effect on you.”

“He’s so eager,” Blaine said by way of explanation, then rubbed his hands down Kurt’s thighs and raked his nails back up over his wool slacks. Kurt immediately reached down to unbutton the offending article, pressing back into Blaine’s naked chest. “I can’t do much tonight. Shall we get David?” Even as he asked, Kurt waved the dark-skinned boy over who gave him a knowing smile before standing up.

Blaine grumbled, cupping Kurt over his boxers as he thrust against his back. Kurt moaned and let his head fall back onto his friend’s shoulder. But his cock remained flaccid. “Really?” Blaine whined.

“Really. Sorry, baby, he went three rounds with me.” Kurt reached up to pat Blaine’s cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth in supplication. “Doesn’t mean I can’t still play…” He grinned devilishly at David who was now right in front of him and they both turned to pounce on their friend at the same time.

Blaine squawked as he fell back on the bed, two squirming bodies on top of him, then smiled a thousand-watt smile. Study nights were the best.