This is wholly unbetaed, only glanced over a few quick times by me, myself, and I. If you find any mistakes, feel free to (nicely) bring that up to me so I can fix it. This fic is based off a GKM prompt (link to the fill at the bottom).
As of the day this was posted, I have five chapters written, totaling just under 10k. However, it's not finished being written. I will post a new chapter every few days once the chapter is read over and fixed. I hope to have the entire fic written, proofread, and posted in no more than three or four weeks.
This can also be read at my Tumblr and AO3 (both under the same pen name: mailroomorder).
Rated NC-17 for masturbation and eventual sex.
All mistakes are my own and I own nothing...not even a refrigerator. As always, be kind, please rewind!
Blaine's first thought is, Damn, he is cool.
They had talked for a bit on Facebook before meeting. Nothing too deep—just informal conversation about hobbies and music tastes. They have some similar interests, and Blaine is certainly thankful for it. He is definitely nervous about going off to college alone in a new state, but the excitement tends to overrun the nerves. And learning that he is paired off with a roommate who he at least has some superficial similarities with is a great relief. He also can't neglect to mention how utterly relieved he is upon reading on his roommate's Facebook page that he is gay. He silently thanks the Powers that Be for that one, knowing that he dodged a perhaps awkward bullet.
But when his roommate walks into the dorm room a few days after Blaine has moved in, all Blaine can think about is how cool he seems. He is good looking and relaxed, moving his stuff in with his father and stepbrother. He smiles at Blaine and shakes his hand, radiating excitement about finally being a "proper" adult and living on his own.
Blaine makes himself scarce during the day, only coming back in the evening after eating dinner with some guys he met the other day who live on his hall. He doesn't want to disturb Kurt while he is moving in—doesn't want to be in the way or make things awkward. So he goes out and explores the campus some more, heading into the surrounding city and wandering aimlessly until dinner time. He and his new friends walk back to the dorms together and disperse when they each reach their respective doors.
His roommate, Kurt, is almost completely finished with his side of room, just making a few minor adjustments like adding posters and pictures to the walls. There is no one else there—not that Blaine exactly expects that. After all, it's nearly nine at night.
"Hey," Blaine says, setting his wallet on his dresser next to his bed.
"Hi," Kurt replies, arms outstretched above him as he places a framed painting on the wall. He turns his head towards Blaine, looking right into his eyes as he talks.
Blaine is momentarily startled into silence while he sits dumbly on his bed. But then Kurt turns back to face the wall and finish hanging his painting, allowing Blaine the time to take a deep breath and compose himself.
"Did you eat?" he asks, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Yeah. I went out with my family."
"Did they leave?" Blaine inquires, eyebrows lifted in earnest curiosity. His own parents left after moving him in, not wanting to spend the night at a hotel. Blaine knows Kurt grew up a few hours away, just like he did, so he's not sure if his family would have spent the night.
"Yeah. My stepbrother moves into school tomorrow. It was easier to head home." Kurt wipes his hands on his jeans before turning to his bed. There's an opened plastic box sitting on his bed. It's small and looks like it could fit perfectly under the bed. Kurt begins folding sweaters and putting them in. When he's done he closes the box and slides it under his bed.
Blaine is perched on his bed, legs crossed pretzel style and hands clasped together, as he watches Kurt move throughout the room. Kurt moves effortlessly. He never second guesses his step, already feeling comfortable and confident in his new home. Already knowing where everything is. Blaine hardly realizes that he's staring until Kurt levels him with a curious yet fond gaze and says, "You okay there?"
Blaine shakes his head, hoping for some clarity to return, and offers an apologetic smile.
"Sorry," he says. "Long day." He hopes it's a good enough excuse. But he supposes it is when he sees Kurt smile in agreement and turn back around.
"I'm just gonna go shower," he says as he walks into their closet. He comes back out with a towel and his shower caddy. "Is it uhm…customary for guys to walk down the halls in towels? Or should I have purchased a robe?" Kurt's cheeks blush a faint red, and Blaine takes a second to process what is being asked.
"Oh. Oh! No. No." He smiles. "So far I've realized that we all tend to take the uncivilized route and just walk through the halls in our towels."
"Right." Kurt nods, fidgeting a bit before dropping the towel and caddy on his bed. He turns away from Blaine and starts undoing his button up shirt. By the time he's removed all of his clothes except his boxers, Blaine is noticeably hard and trying his best to avoid looking at Kurt. He angles his body away from Kurt's on the off chance that Kurt will turn around and see his erection. He grabs a book from the table beside him and opens it up to where his bookmark is, trying his hardest to pick up where he left off.
He fails.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Kurt wrap the towel around his waist and then slowly remove his underwear, bending down to pick it up from the floor and throw it in his hamper in the closet. He grabs his shower caddy, slips on a pair of flip flops, and utters a quiet goodbye as he leaves the room.
Blaine bangs his head against his wall and lets out an undignified hmph! at the pain that blooms. He rubs his forehead and wills his erection to go away. He wants so badly to take himself in hand, to rub out his frustrations and fantasies. But he has no idea how long it takes Kurt to shower, and the last thing he wants is to be walked in on by the guy he just met, the guy he has to live with for another eight months, while he's pleasuring himself. So he wills it to go away. It's hard, but he manages.
When he's finally feeling like he has everything back under control Kurt walks in. He's wet and shiny, his shoes making squeaking noises as he walks to the closet to toe them off. Blaine can't stop looking at how well defined his stomach is. There aren't any abs, but there are muscles. They're taut and spanning his entire stomach. There's a small trail of hair from his belly button to where his towel is wrapped around his waist. Blaine doesn't want to stare, but he can't help but notice it.
Fuck, he thinks as his erection begins to grow again.
He watches as Kurt grabs some clothes and is able to put on a shirt without any problems. But when he turns around, gorgeous back now facing Blaine, and bends over to wrestle on his underwear, Blaine nearly loses it. He watches Kurt's hips swivel as he pulls up his underwear. He watches as he lets the towel drop. He has to grab the front of his jeans and squeeze his dick, afraid that at any moment he will come or start rutting into the fabric of his pants.
When Kurt bends over again to pick up his towel, Blaine nearly moans. His ass is round and full, pushing against the tight, light blue fabric of his briefs. Blaine can see where his ass cheeks separate, can see the top of his crack peek out from the band of his briefs. It takes all of his will power to not run over there and hump against Kurt's ass until he comes.
I have to stop myself, he thinks. He doesn't know what to do next, but he knows that he can't stay here.
"I have to go!" he nearly screams as he jumps up from his bed. He's at the door by the time Kurt turns around, face drawn up in confusion. He knows Kurt's about to say something, but he has no intention of waiting around to find out what it is. He rushes off to the bathroom and enters the last stall—the handicap stall.
He sits on the toilet and tries to keep his breathing under control. It's not working, so he just continues to breathe heavily.
"Fuck!" He screams. He lets his head fall into his hands before groaning. He knew he was going to have a gay roommate. And he knew that this roommate was good looking. He did not, however, expect to have an unwanted physical reaction to him.
In the back of his mind he asks himself if there is even such a thing as an unwanted physical reaction.
He stays in the stall for a few more seconds but his erection never goes away. There is no one in the bathroom—there hasn't been since he's been there. He is in no mood to wait ten minutes to cool off, so he does the only thing he can think of: he pulls his pants down.
He pulls his jeans down, then his underwear, before sitting back on the toilet. He starts roughly jerking himself off, wishing he had lotion or even water to help the glide. He's trying to keep his moans at bay, afraid that anyone walking by the bathroom will be able to overhear him.
He swallows his moans and bites his bottom lip, the hard friction unpleasant but still so, so hot. He squeezes hard, wanting to come as quickly as possible. He doesn't want to revel in the moment.
With his other hand he fondles his balls, rolling them around and massaging them.
He's so close to coming, so close to relief, when he hears someone walk in. He immediately lets go of his dick, eyes widening and jaw dropping. He has to work hard to keep his panting quiet. His dick bounces against his belly, making a soft sound, and Blaine immediately grabs hold of it, stopping it from moving.
The guy goes into the stall one down from him. Blaine hears the unzipping of the jeans and the rustling of pants being pulled down. He hears the guy plop down on the toilet seat, and he hears the sigh of relief as the man begins to pee.
Blaine still refuses to move. He's hoping this will be over soon. But when he notices that the man isn't just peeing, when he realizes why the man is in a stall instead of a urinal, Blaine immediately begins to soften. It takes a few minutes, but he is still out of the bathroom before the man finishes up. He makes his way all the way back to his door before he realizes that he never brought his key with him.
"Ugh," he groans. Tonight is just not his night. He's agitated at himself for getting hard—for not being able to control his physical reaction. He's wound up from being hard and filled with adrenaline yet not being able to ever orgasm. He's annoyed with himself for forgetting his key.
He knocks lightly on the door—apologetically.
"Kurt? It's me. I left my key."
Kurt answers the door in fitted sweat pants—no shirt. Blaine audibly gulps and walks passed him.
"Thanks," he murmurs.
"No problem," Kurt says cheerfully before going back to his bed where he's reading a magazine.
It's early and Blaine's not tired, but he sure is worn out. He grabs his newly purchased laptop and logs onto Netflix, hoping that a good movie will calm him down.
Link to the GKM prompt: . ?thread=58179142#t58179142