Summary: Kurt and Blaine are assigned as roommates at NYADA. Over time, their friendship blooms into a complicated wing-man situation, choc full of benefits.
Warnings: there’s just a bunch of sex stuff okay
A/N: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO DAMN LONG. my life got pretty damn crazy. also, this isn’t beta’d. so i’m sorry. i’ll do it tomorrow
When Kurt finally began to wake up, Blaine took him fully into his mouth, not stopping until his nose was buried in pubic hair and Kurt’s length was nudging against the back of his throat.
“Jesus, Blaine. What time is it?” Kurt had asked with a raspy voice, staring down at Blaine in bewilderment. He ignored the question, and continued to bob his head and suck until Kurt forgot that he had asked
Weeks began to fly by with a strange ambiance hovering over Kurt and Blaine’s friendship. There were never really any sex rules set by either Kurt or Blaine about their relations. `The only sort of rules that they had in place were that they were allowed to have sex with each other, but they couldn’t make it weird. For example - staring into each other’s eyes for longer than five or six seconds would be considered weird - lazy, long, closed mouth kisses that were not used in the context of sex would also be considered weird.
However, long, lazy sessions of worshiping the other’s body were not considered weird. After their first few times together, they both discovered that they each definitely had certain fascinations with the other’s body. Blaine was literally obsessed with Kurt’s cock. He was amazed by how perfect the size and shape of it was. He’d fantasize about Kurt pinning him against their bedroom wall and fucking him, but never said a word about it, not wanting to nudge towards the subject of Kurt’s virginity. Instead he simply reveled in the moments when he was able to have Kurt’s dick in his hand or in his mouth.
In fact, one morning Blaine woke up in the middle of the night from a very inappropriate dream. He had fallen asleep while studying for an exam that he had the next day. He couldn’t remember exactly whose dick he was sucking, but the vague images that hadn’t faded from his memory yet had left him wanting and needy. Blaine looked across the room at Kurt, peacefully sleeping. His roommate was once again sleeping in only underwear, his bare chest gloriously exposed in the room’s yellow light, with a hand gracefully lying on top of his stomach. His comforter was tucked just under his hips, and Blaine could see the waistband of purple briefs edging out from view. Blaine palmed the erection that he had developed in his sleep as he stared at Kurt’s lower chest, letting his mind drift and reminisce of the taste and feel of his cock from a couple of nights ago, when he and his roommate had been in a 69 position.
A combination of horniness and confidence allowed Blaine to get up from his bed and kneel at Kurt’s. He very carefully pulled his comforter down so that it revealed a half-hard cock, tenting in dark purple underwear. Blaine very carefully slid a hand into the slit of the briefs and pulled Kurt’s penis out, smiling as he ran his thumb along the length of it. He leisurely traced his tongue along the veins running from the base. Soon enough Kurt’s cock was fully hard, he was still asleep, and Blaine was still making kitten-like licks at his head. The thought ‘God, I am so gay’ ran through his mind multiple times throughout the whole experience.
When Kurt finally began to wake up, Blaine took him fully into his mouth, not stopping until his nose was buried in pubic hair and Kurt’s length was nudging against the back of his throat.
“Jesus, Blaine. What time is it?” Kurt had asked with a raspy voice, staring down at Blaine in bewilderment. He ignored the question, and continued to bob his head and suck until Kurt forgot that he had asked.
Kurt was addicted to the lines along Blaine’s body. The veins that occasionally stuck out from his arms drove Kurt crazy with desire. He felt like he could spend hours running his hands and mouth and tongue along Blaine’s expanses of skin. They had a few dance classes together, and watching Blaine move with a female partner - the way his biceps flexed while doing lifts, the strain of his calves during jumps – was nothing short of torture. The only thing that kept his spirits up was knowing that his attraction to Blaine’s body was not in vain. Kurt would smirk to himself in the middle of class, because he knew exactly what it felt like to grip one of Blaine’s flexed biceps, or better yet his ass.
One day, Kurt was sitting at his desk, working on a sewing piece when Blaine came back in the room from a shower. He was very damp, his hair clung to his forehead and a white towel was knotted very lowly on his hips. Kurt spun around a little in his chair, watching Blaine move about the room, looking for clothes to wear and applying deodorant. In a quick motion he unwrapped his towel from around his waist, and began to dry his hair with it. There Blaine stood in the middle of the room, stark naked, torso and arms stretched out as he dried his hair with the towel. Kurt ran a finger along his lip as he stared at the lines of Blaine’s legs, which disappeared into the lines of his abs, which disappeared into his chest and arms and neck and holy fuck everything looked so perfect.
“You did this on purpose,” Kurt blurted before jumping up from his seat and moving towards Blaine. He pulled the towel out of his hands in one swift motion, throwing it on the floor and surging himself forward to press a burning kiss against his roommate’s lips. Blaine’s stretched out arms slowly settled around Kurt’s shoulders, and he angled his head to give himself better access as he kissed him back.
“Can’t say that I did,” Blaine breathed as Kurt began to mouth along his jaw and neck. “But I’m definitely not complaining.”
“I don’t believe you.” Kurt pushed Blaine back so that they tumbled onto his bed together.
“Oh the joy of theatre history lectures,” Blaine sighed as he slumped into the seat next to Kurt. “This is for you.” He handed Kurt a grande starbucks cup.
“You are adorable,” Sarah said, sticking her head out from the other side of him.
“Can’t argue with that one,” Blaine mumbled.
“He does this all the time,” Kurt expanded.
Sarah leaned herself over to talk to Blaine again. “And where’s my coffee, sir?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know your coffee order, Sarah,” Blaine shrugged. “But there’s a blueberry muffin if you want it?”
“I’ll pass.” The professor walked to the front of the room, and began his powerpoint. She reached down to grab a notebook and pen out of her bag. “But for next time,” she whispered, “skinny caramel macchiato, please and thank you.”
“So are you going home for Thanksgiving?” Blaine whispered to Kurt as their professor began to talk.
“We haven’t talked about this yet?” Kurt whispered back with a furrowed brow. He’d been thinking about it for weeks now, and Thanksgiving was literally the next day.
“We haven’t talked about it yet,” Blaine confirmed.
“Oh. Well I’m taking a train back to Ohio tonight…”
“Yeah, it leaves at eight.”
Blaine nodded thoughtfully.
“Are you staying in New York?” Kurt asked
“My brother wants to come pick me up and bring me back to his place in Connecticut for Thanksgiving dinner with his girlfriend. I haven’t decided if I’m going to take him up on his offer.”
Kurt looked over at the professor, making sure that he hadn’t taken notice of their conversation before he whispered to Blaine again. “What about your parents?”
“They have conveniently gone to Italy for the week,” Blaine elaborated with a sigh. “Because apparently the best way to celebrate an American holiday is to run away to Europe.”
“Believe me, if you knew my parents you wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Let’s continue this conversation after class, yeah? I’ll buy you lunch,” Blaine proposed as he opened his own notebook.
“Sure, but how about I buy instead this time.”
Blaine looked at Kurt with a baffled look.
“You’ve bought me breakfast about every other day for the past three months, Blaine.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, jotting down some notes from the professor.
“Looks like you’ll have the dorm to yourself for a couple of days,” Kurt commented as he and Blaine sat in a café on NYADA’s campus.
“Looks like it.”
“You’ll finally be able to bring home a nice hookup without your meddling roommate getting in the way.”
He laughed and looked up at Kurt’s smirk. “Yeah? You’d allow it?”
“Hey, if I’m not in the room, you have an all access pass to defile whoever you want,” he declared with a raised hand. “With the exception of prostitutes.”
“And they’re not allowed anywhere near my bed.”
“Just the prostitutes?”
Kurt gave Blaine a certain glaring look, and was then rewarded with another ring of laughter from him.
“I’ll doubt that I’ll be able to find a hookup on Thanksgiving weekend, Kurt.”
“Not with that attitude,” Kurt said, smirking when he saw Blaine’s smile. “Just promise me you won’t stay in the dorm for the whole weekend while everyone’s gone.”
“I told you, I’m thinking about going to Cooper’s!”
“Yeah? And what’s the other option?”
“Staying in our dorm for the entire weekend watching ‘Across the Universe’ twenty more times…” he joked with a grin, “…or hiding in one of your bags and sneaking on the train with you.”
“You’re definitely small enough.”
Needless to say, Blaine did not end up hiding in his suitcase that night, and Kurt caught his train back to Lima alone.
From: Kurt 7:14 PM
Happy Thanksgiving, Blaine! I’m thankful for all those times you bought me breakfast. I hope you’re in Connecticut and not by yourself in our dorm.
From: Blaine 7:43 PM
Happy Thanksgiving to you too! I’m thankful for your beautiful, beautiful ass. And your friendship too… I guess…as a side note.
From: Kurt 7:52 PM
Very funny. Are you at your brother’s?
From: Blaine 7:55 PM
Yes, darling. I am safe and sound in the suburbs of southern Connecticut. Cooper says hello.
From: Kurt 8:01 PM
Hello Cooper. My dad says hello as well.
From: Blaine 8:06 PM
Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Hummel
A couple of days later, while on a train back to New York, Kurt received a text from a guy in his speech class. A bunch of people were going to get together at a club that night, and he decided to invite Kurt. He accepted the invitation, and spent the hour that he had left on the train mentally going through his wardrobe in his head, trying to come up with a good outfit for the occasion - possibly a dark blue blazer over his Vogue t-shirt, and some slim fitting khaki’s.
Five hours later Kurt was standing at a high-table, sipping a mojito and trying his best to listen to a few acquaintances’ yelled conversation over the booming music. A friend named Gordon tried to say something to him, but he couldn’t hear. Gordon stepped closer and yelled louder.
“Don’t you know that guy?” he yelled into Kurt’s ear. “The guy in the white shirt?”
He pointed over to the dance floor, where a crowd was pulsing and dancing along with the music. At the edge of the crowd, dancing with his hands in the air, was Blaine. He seemed like he was having a good time, smiling at some girls that Kurt didn’t know.
“Yeah, he’s my roommate,” Kurt answered.
“Is he single?” Gordon replied hopefully.
Kurt looked back at where Blaine was letting one of his girlfriends playfully smack his butt, and narrowed his eyes a little.
“Yeah….no he’s unattached.”
“Do you think you could introduce us?” Gordon asked with hopeful eyes.
Kurt let his mouth drop open slightly, and looked back over where Blaine was dancing. Could he introduce them? Well of course he could but…did he want to?
“Yeah…yeah sure, I can. Let me go talk to him,” he decided before taking long last sips of his mojito.
“Thanks, Kurt. I owe you one.”
“Yeah you do,” Kurt mumbled to himself before walking away from the table as Gordon went back to another conversation.
Kurt walked over to the dance floor, finding himself staring at Blaine’s ass as he got closer. Once he was within reach, he put a hand on the small of Blaine’s back and leaned in close.
“Hey roomie,” Kurt greeted over the music.
Blaine turned his head and his face lit up. “Kurt! I thought you were in Ohio!” He immediately tugged Kurt by the waist, bringing him nearer to himself.
“I just got back…a friend asked me to come.”
“Well I’m glad you’re here,” Blaine beamed as he continued to move his hips. “Dance with me.”
Blaine lifted a hand and dangled it off Kurt’s right shoulder, absentmindedly brushing the end of Kurt’s hairline with the tips of his fingers. Kurt looked down at Blaine’s body, at the tight long-sleeved white shirt he was wearing and light blue ripped skinny jeans. There was an inch or two of revealed skin where his shirt rode up at his hips. Kurt couldn’t help but let his hand drift over to it, rubbing his thumb across the skin and dipping into the shirt.
“Are those my pants?” Kurt asked, looking back up at where Blaine staring back with a lighthearted smirk. He had thought that seeing other people wearing his clothes would be more of an annoyance than a turn on, but god Blaine looked amazing in those jeans.
“Like I said, I thought you were in Ohio.”
“They look good on you,” Kurt blurted.
“Yeah?” Blaine looked down at Kurt’s attire, checking him out. “You look hot tonight too.”
Kurt’s eyes locked with Blaine’s and two thoughts rushed to his mind. The first thought was about how great it would be to lean forward and kiss Blaine senseless as a form of appreciation. Or to drag him back to their dorm building so they could rut against each other in the elevator. However, the second thought beat out the first.
“There’s this guy who wants to meet you.”
Suddenly Gordon appeared next to them, with a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt immediately took his hand off Blaine’s waist and stepped back a foot or two. “Hey! I’m Gordon,” he introduced. Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt’s face, then politely smiled at the man in front of him.
“Who’s this, Blaine?” Someone asked from behind Blaine. A tall blonde, with coiffed hair and a muscular build. He was pretty darn good looking, Kurt had to admit.
“This is um…this is Kurt. Kurt, this is Vinny.”
Vinny grinned brightly at Kurt, and he couldn’t help but smile back because wow that man was attractive. He was wearing an oxford blue collared shirt that was unbuttoned halfway – dipping into his abs - and there was a bit of sweat from dancing and everything about him just reeked runway model and sexy.
“Would it be alright if I danced with you?” Vinny asked, moving into his space. Kurt nodded, and by the next song the two were moving together, rotating hips and occasionally brushing limbs.
Blaine found himself stealing glances at the other pair while he danced with Gordon. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that left him utterly bemused. It was if something was wrong, something that he couldn’t quite place.
Gordon, focus on Gordon, Blaine thought to himself, forcing his eyes back over to the man in front of him. Gordon was smiling, staring at the shape of Blaine’s dancing form and obviously not paying attention to the fact that Blaine’s mind was somewhere else. He sighed to himself as he watched the other man move a hand to his waist, pressing him closer. Blaine could tell it was nothing special, just another fuck. Another good time that ended within an hour or two, with no attachments and no stability.
But isn’t this what Blaine wanted? Isn’t this what he loved? Spontaneity and adventure and just sex in general? Having an attractive man undressing him with his eyes had always completely done it for him. That combined with New York City and the school of his dreams should be heaven. Why wasn’t it working this time?
Blaine put on a smile for Gordon and hooked his arms around his shoulders, trying to at least get something going so that the unwanted thoughts would leave his head. For a few minutes it worked, as he focused on the music and Gordon’s body. However it wasn’t long before his eyes wandered back to Kurt and Vinny, whose hips were pressed close and were pretty much grinding at that point. Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the way Kurt’s hand ran down the man’s bicep, squeezing lightly before moving across and up his chest. Why the hell was Blaine staring at his roommate and…was…—was that…jealousy that Blaine felt stirring in his stomach?
A moment later Kurt’s eyes wandered and found his.
God, Blaine must have looked so pathetic. He quickly looked away and moved his hips closer to Gordon’s in an attempt to make it look like he wasn’t creeping on Vinny and him. But Blaine couldn’t help himself, and after a while his eyes were back on Kurt, and once again Kurt caught his stare.
Shit, he’d just made it weird.
Blaine hung his head in aggravation, letting it fall on Gordon’s shoulder. When he looked at Kurt again, the asshole was actually smirking.
“Is that some sort of sex ritual?” Blaine asked as he walked back into their dorm room at 2 AM that same night. Kurt was on the floor, leaning his shoulders off the ground and lifting the rest of his body with his feet.
“Pilates, Blaine,” he answered, continuing another set. “How did things go with Gordon?”
“Unexciting,” Blaine sighed, plopping himself down on his bed. “I’m 90% sure he came in his pants on the dance floor.”
Kurt winced. “And what about you?”
“I was only about half hard, it was kind of hard to get into it with him.” Because I was watching you get gyrated against a couple of feet away. “I guess I was just a little distracted,” he admitted with a smirk.
Kurt looked at Blaine warily.
“And how did your night go?” Blaine asked to swiftly change the topic.
“It was good,” he decided. “Got a blowjob in the bathroom.”
Blaine laughed to himself. “That’s Vinny for ya.” He watched as Kurt lifted his lower body into the air once again. “Is there a reason that you’re doing Pilates at two-o-clock in the morning?”
“You’re gonna laugh at me,” Kurt warned, before huffing out a breath of strangled air from the exercise.
“I kind of already am laughing at you. But you should try me anyways.”
Kurt got up off the floor with a sigh and sat at the edge of his bed. “I was practicing for um…penetration.”
Blaine gave him a befuddled look. “Okay…”
“I…I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure I had the right stamina in certain muscle areas for things. But I think this is all just stemming off from disappointment that more didn’t happen between that guy Vinny and I.”
“Wait…you would have been willing to lose your virginity to Vinny?”
“You’re kidding me right?” Blaine asked.
“Vinny is a sleazeball, Kurt. He’s…he’s…I mean I shouldn’t even have to explain it to you considering he sucked your dick in a unisex bathroom.”
“I just want to get it over with,” Kurt said tiredly. “I mean, I want to be able to do it with people. I just have to breach that one little concept and I’ll be sexually free. I just want to know what to expect.”
“Your first time shouldn’t be with Vinny,” Blaine articulated. “It should be with someone that you’ll be able to look back at and not cringe.”
Kurt huffed out a breath of ironic laughter and leaned back on his hands, looking towards the ceiling. “Vinny is still very gorgeous and I’m sure that there would be very little cringing involved, had the act actually happened.”
“It should be with someone you trust…” Blaine looked down at his feet.
“…yeah well guys here don’t exactly have the words ‘trustee’ printed on their foreheads…”
“…it should be with someone like me.”
Kurt looked back at Blaine, watching him for a moment in silence. He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to give you my v-card?”
“I—I’m just saying that it’s an important thing…and I’d rather you did it with someone who wouldn’t be taking advantage of you.”
Kurt laughed. “You so take advantage of me.
“You know what I mean,” Blaine smiled back. “And plus, we’ve been playing with each other’s cocks for a few good weeks now. I mean…why not?”
“And you’re eloquent about it too,” Kurt noted sarcastically.
“It’s a good idea,” Blaine stated simply. “It’s only weird if we make it weird.”
“I wouldn’t make it weird.”
“So, is that a yes?”
Kurt got up from his bed, and walked over to their sink, getting ready for his nightly facial routine. “That’s an ‘I’ll think about it’.”
Blaine took off his shirt and tossed it in his laundry basket, walking over to his dresser to get some pajamas. “Well my ass is ready when you are.” He unbuttoned Kurt’s jeans that he had been wearing and began to pull them down. “Thanks for letting me borrow these.”
“Speaking of your ass,” Kurt remarked while rubbing exfoliants into his skin, “even though you took them without my consent, those pants actually do look really good on you.”
“Oh really?” Blaine slowed his motions, swaying his hips seductively – albeit comically – as he faced his backside towards Kurt. “And how good do I look without them.”
Kurt glanced over at him, while still massaging his skin. Blaine stood in the middle of the room, clad in only boxers and bending to accentuate his ass. “Meh,” he shrugged, “I’d prefer it with the jeans on.”
“Dick,” Blaine retorted, throwing the pants at the rightful owner. Kurt squeaked, maneuvering himself to try and not get any of his facial gel on the pants. “So how are Vinny’s infamous blowjobs?”
“I mean, it was hot…but…”
Blaine pulled on a t-shirt and began getting into bed. “Let me ask this again. On a scale of one to Blaine Anderson, how was Vinny’s blowjob.”
Kurt looked over at his roommate’s ridiculous smile. “Honestly, I was just focusing on coming as fast as possible and not touching any of the bathroom walls.”
“Sexy,” Blaine whispered sarcastically.
“Like your situation was any better, mister.”
A couple of days went by without the mentioning of Kurt’s virginity. Classes started up again and both of them were once again never in the dorm at the same time, and never awake enough to initiate any kind of sex.
One day after coming home from a piano class, Blaine entered their dorm building elevator alone, pressed the fourth floor button and leaned against the back wall. He sighed to himself, knowing that the elevator was always abnormally slow. Some days he would just take the stairs in order to avoid the creaky old mechanism.
“Hold the door!” a voice came from outside the hallway. Blaine immediately lurched forward to put a hand between the sliding doors, and waited as Kurt jogged down the hallway to the elevator.
“Thanks,” Kurt said, out of breath as he sagged against the same wall as Blaine. There were a couple of moments of silence, filled with only the creaking of the elevator as it slowly lifted up. “So when is this thing going to happen?” he asked in a rush.
“When’s what going to happen?”
“The um…the sex.”
“Oh,” Blaine lifted his head in thought. “When do you want it to happen?”
“I mean…whenever is…when are you free?”
“Tomorrow, actually. After our acting class. Are you free?”
Blaine smiled to himself and casually folded his arms as the elevator finally reached the fourth floor. “Did we just schedule anal penetration?”
Kurt stepped forward as the doors opened and turned around, walking backwards. “Yes, we did.” He turned back around and continued down the hall to their room. Blaine still stood in the elevator. “And it’s not weird,” Kurt yelled, after waiting for Blaine to respond.
“It’s totally weird,” Blaine muttered to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.