"I could kiss you right now, Mr Bow Tie Man."
"Then why don't you?" Blaine smirks.
Blaine is pressed into the library stacks in no time at all. He's thankful that they're in the seldom-used Folklore and Mythology section of the library. When firm hands grasp his wrists and pull them over his head, Blaine's heart races, and his palms start to sweat. Demanding lips kiss him relentlessly, and all intelligent thoughts fly out the window.
When he feels suction on his tongue, Blaine's blood surges south of the border, and his cock begins to stiffen against his tight pants. A hand sneaks inside his sweater vest, and Blaine gasps when his nipple is tweaked. He can feel hot breath on his ear. "One day, I'm going to make you fall apart, Mr Bow Tie Man."
He's doing a pretty good job of it already.
Blaine tries to suppress a moan when he feels a firm hand palming his cock over his pants. "That's quite the boner you have. Do you want me to take care of it?"
Oh god, oh god, I'm going to cum in my pants like a middle schooler having a wet dream.
Blaine knows that he's talking, but he can't make out the words. He hopes he isn't making a desperate fool of himself.
Could I have your attention, please. The library will be closing in ten minutes. Please prepare to leave, and check out any materials you wish to take with you.
Blaine tries to hide his disappointment as his hands are released, and he feels cool air where, seconds ago, a body warmed him. He's not sure what to do. His body certainly wants more, but he's not ready to have sex yet, especially with someone he's not in love with. "Do you want to get pizza and hang out in my room?"
"Can't, babe. I've got plans for tonight. We're not exclusive, right?"
Blaine shakes his head. It figures that somebody like that would never be pinned down by one man. "No, we're not. Have a good time."
"Are you busy Sunday afternoon?"
Blaine checks the calendar on his phone, already knowing that he has nothing planned but not wanting to admit that so quickly. "Yeah, I'm free."
"I'll text you. We can go for a walk in Central Park and get a coffee or something. I've got to go to the restroom before the library closes."
"Sounds good. See you later," Blaine replies.
Blaine can't help staring at those long legs and that tight ass as they saunter away from him. One thing's for sure, Elliott Gilbert is the hottest guy he's ever laid eyes on.
Blaine fixes his rumpled clothes and straightens his bow tie before returning to the large study table. He quickly packs his papers and things into his satchel. His favorite day of the week is Wednesday, more specifically Wednesday night, when his study group meets at NYU's Bobst Library. It's not as if he finds the Shakespeare and His Intertexts class interesting - far from it. He joined the study group as way of helping him through the mind-numbingly dull course. Elliott is also in the study group, and there is certainly nothing dull about him.
Blaine was initially attracted to Elliott's confidence. As the only freshman in the Shakespeare class, he has found that Elliott is one of the few in the group that really listens to his thoughts and ideas, and that boosts his own confidence. Elliott is also very easy on the eyes, with piercing blue eyes and a carefree smile. With tats scattered across his arms and studs in both ears, he's the bad boy from Blaine's high school fantasies.
Elliott says that they are not exclusive, and although the romantic side of Blaine had told him not to do it, he agreed. He's never had a relationship before, so if this is all he can get, he'll take it. He'll take the make-out sessions after the study group leaves and the random dates. He's in the Big Apple now, and "casual relationship" has become his favorite phrase.
He puts on his jacket and scarf and heads toward the library exit. There are a few students at the checkout counter, and he prays that they didn't witness him getting thoroughly debauched in the library stacks. Getting kicked out of NYU's Bobst Library doesn't fit into his plans. At. All.
He exits the library and spots a lone figure, shifting weight between his legs. When Blaine gets closer, he takes in the most stunning man that he's ever laid eyes on - even including Elliott. His auburn hair with blond highlights is quiffed high, and not a single strand is out of place. The blue camouflage-print windbreaker fits him perfectly. Blaine stares at him; he's tall and lean, and wearing even tighter pants than he does, himself, and that really is saying something. His leather boots cling to his calves, and god, Blaine had no idea that he has a thing for leather boots, but he does now.
"Excuse me, is there anyone left in the library?" the man asks.
Blaine pauses at the sound of that beautiful melodic voice. "There are still a few stragglers inside. It closes in a few minutes."
"Thank you. I'm waiting for a friend to leave."
Blaine takes a closer look at the man, and his breath hitches at the vision of beauty before him. His eyes are a curious mixture of blue and green, and Blaine decides he could stare at them all day. His creamy complexion is flawless, and his cheeks are reddened by the cold.
"I'm not sure how safe it is here so late at night. Do you want me to stay until your friend arrives?" Blaine offers.
A smile creeps across the man's face. "No, thank you. I've done this before and I'll be perfectly safe, but it's so sweet of you to offer."
Blaine ducks his head and blushes at the compliment. He's not used to being called sweet, especially by gorgeous guys. When he looks up, he frowns as he sees the man's teeth chattering and his body shivering. No, this won't do at all. Blaine takes off his scarf and boldly wraps it around the man's neck.
"I'm not sure how long you'll be out here. I think you need this more than I do."
The man gives him a grateful smile, and his eyes sparkle in the light of the moon. "I had no idea it was going to be this cold before I left my place this morning. The weather is so unpredictable in October. How am I going to give it back to you?"
"Don't worry about it. Consider it a gift from me to you."
Blaine waves as he walks away. He wants to ask the man for his number, and the scarf would be the perfect excuse to suggest meeting up, but he's sure he would be an awkward when asking. He doesn't want to do anything that might be creepy, especially after warning the man about strangers in this area at night time. He doesn't even know if the man is gay. Besides, he's waiting for someone, and beautiful men like that must have a boyfriend or girlfriend. They always do.
Blaine returns to his dorm room, and is grateful that his roommate is out. He changes into his pajamas and does his night time routine of brushing his teeth, washing his face, and rinsing the gel from his hair. He quickly slips into bed and pulls the comforter over him to keep warm. It certainly is a cold October night. As he relaxes back into his pillow, his cock stirs remembering how needy and desperate he felt while he was in the library stacks with Elliott. But when his tummy flutters he knows it's because of his encounter with the beautiful man outside the library.
Blaine really can't fool himself for much longer. In spite of how hot it is to make out with Elliott, he desperately wants a real boyfriend. Surely there must be someone perfect for him, someone he can romance, someone for whom he feels passionate, and perhaps even someone with whom he could fall in love.