Title: What Kurt Wants future!Fic AU after Season 2 Kurt Blaine and Dave are the same year.
Pairing: Klainofsky, established Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, drugs, threesome
Summary:: Mix a sexually frustrated college age Kurt with a Dapper but unsatisfying boyfriend, a hunky out rival from the past and casual party drugs... result = threesome!
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit off of this work of fiction. I do not own Glee.
AN: This was the fic for the winning bid of [info]traciamc on the [info]savethesouth charity. I've just finished my [info]piratebigbang fic and am eagerly awaiting the date when I can share it. This is overdue as is Billy Brown. I'm back writing on something other then the pbb.
College at NYU was turning out to be quite the party school. Kurt was in the theater department and all the young adults seemed to do was get drunk at the drama frat. Yes the drama boys had a fraternity. While most of the boys at NYU proper were straight, the entire college gay male population seemed to be either in the frat, or invited to the parties. While it was lovely to be around so many gay males and he never needed to worry about finding someone to run lines with him, there was one down side that was making his skin crawl. Everyone but Kurt was getting laid. His room mate was currently in an open relationship with a LaCrosse player and had a poster of the periodic table of sex positions that he would put a little star next to every one he had done.
He'd taken to heading to Blaine's single apartment every Tuesday and Thursday since his room mate seemed to continually be fucking those days. He always came irritated and Blaine, his wonderful boyfriend always managed to calm his ruffled feathers with gentle kisses to his cheeks and light brushes of guitar-callused fingers on his neck. Blaine would pull out his guitar and play Kurt whatever song he'd been working on and Kurt would happily listen to his charming boyfriend. Everything was perfect, yet somehow there was still this itching need down his spine that made him purposefully flaunt his drop-shoulder sweaters and tight jeans. He wanted more from Blaine. It had been almost two years and they still had yet to pass second base.
In the early days it have been shyness and innocence on both of their parts keeping them from moving forward. Kurt and Blaine had both assumed that they would move further when they were ready. Somehow this never came. They found themselves getting to the point where Blaine began to shyly kiss down Kurts neck, both of their cheeks pink and flushed, then he would undo the first threes buttons, or try to loosen Kurt's bow tie, or take off Kurt's fashionable sweater and Kurt would gasp in surprise. The gasp would cause Blaine to ask if Kurt was alright with this, to assure him they could stop. Kurt had nodded and then worried at his lip, suddenly unable to talk. Blaine would get more nervous and by that point the mood was lost and they would turn back to the movie, or T.V. , or radio, or homework or whatever they'd been doing and it wouldn't come up again until their next attempt to make-out.
Time and time again Kurt would find himself in the horrifying communal shower of his fraternity. Just because all the men were gay did not mean any of them kept better hygiene then the general male population, much to Kurt's consternation. He'd found a vaguely kinky thrill from carefully touching his soap slicked fingers down his manhood in a dirty bathroom that was usually filled with randy males. He'd been offered to have fun during the early months, before everyone branded him the frat prude. What would it have been like if he'd said yes? Kurt's long fingers curled under his balls, lightly petting the smooth waxed surface.
Maybe he could have brought Blaine, the man's usually tightly restrained curls falling wet and loose into his thick eyebrows. He would be kissing Kurt, both of their hearts thumping nervously as the other boys moved around them, reaching out to stroke their skin, squeeze flesh. Kurt would squirm and gasp against a wetness pressed at his entrance. Blaine would cling to him with face flushed and eyes innocently wide as the same treatment was given to him. Kurt panted, his head thrown back under the pulse of the shower-head. Two fingers slid in and out of his opening as he imagined the large muscled man behind him pressing inside as he kissed Blaine roughly, grabbing the thick curls and tilting him just where Kurt wanted. As he listened to Blaine get close to completion his teeth would sink into the tanned throat just over the thick tense tendon on the left side of his neck. Blaine would shoot for him with a wanton cry. The huge arms of the man behind him would pull Kurt back against him, filling him up past the point of completion. The thick arms would band around Kurt as the low soft voice cried out his name almost reverently. Kurt growled and shot against the dirty tile of the empty shower.
Kurt sighed, the power of the climax easing his muscles, even as his mind tensed. He really needed to seduce Blaine.