The Sexy Roommate
A/N: Seriously. I must have NO life whatsoever. Nah, lol. I just have a really REALLY boring Saturday. Another prompt. Enjoy! :P
Blaine skipped and whistled a tune as he made his way towards his best friend, Sam's, new apartment. They were suppose to hang out today, both of them determined to kick each other's ass in a COD marathon.
Blaine smiled as he opened the door, immediately finding Sam seated on his beige couch, tapping away furiously on his game controller, muttering under his breath. "Hey, bro!"
Blaine giggled and sat his shoulder bag on the floor. "Hi, Sam!"
Sam paused his game, then just stared at Blaine. "Whatcha standing around for? Grab a controller!"
Blaine completely ignored Sam, his curious eyes finding a tall, sexy man dancing in the next room to the T.V. Blaine licked his lips as he studied the guy using his veeery lean legs, yet muscular, as he panted to the dance music. "Wait, wait. Who's that?" Blaine whispered lowly, his head gesturing towards the gorgeous angel, now strectching his arms up.
"Oh, that's my roommate, Kurt? Why?" Sam answered, now sticking his tongue out in deep concentration, clearly oblivious to Blaine's moans and whimpers of pure wanton.
"O-Oh...N-No reason..." Blaine muttered, and his eyes looked away briefly to the living room floor. Then, Blaine looked at Sam.
Sam gave him the Really? look.
"Okay, could you introduce us? Please?" Blaine asked suddenly, desperate to learn more about this...beautiful creature.
"Sure..."
"Great."
"KURT! Come here, man." Sam yelled.
Kurt came over, panting and said breathlessly as he wiped his sweaty forhead, "Yeah?"
"Kurt, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is Kurt. Happy now?" Sam deadpanned. He went back to his game.
Kurt smirked, his eyes raking up and down Blaine's body. "Well, hello there, mister..."
"H-Hi...Kurt..." Blaine squeaked. Let me lick your sweat...Blaine thought lustfully.
Kurt laughed, and it was music to Blaine's ears. "Oh, you're adorable, Blaine. Where do you go to school?"
It took a minute to figure out that, ohmygodholyshit Kurt is talking to Blaine, before the shorter dapper man could find his voice again. "NYU. You?"
"NAYDA." Kurt stated, heading towards the kitchen for a bottle of water.
Blaine's eyes widened, and he stuttered out, "N-NAYDA?! Kurt! That's...that''s awesome!" Blaine babbled as he followed Kurt into the kitchen, definitely not looking at his ass.
Kurt smiled, then took a swig of water. "Thanks."
"BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON! Are we playing COD today...or are you just gonna stand there and GAPE at Kurt the entire time man?" Sam's distraught voice boomed out.
Blaine's face blanched, and Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Y-Yeah, uhm, I-I'm gonna g-go play..." Blaine mumbled, walking away with a prominent blush.
"Jesus, Blaine...you're killing me, man..." Sam muttered with an eyeroll.
"Sam?" Kurt piped up.
"Yeah, Kurt?"
"I think your friend here should come over more often..." Kurt replied with another smirk as he walked back to his room to work out.
Blaine gulped while Sam continued to mumble under his breath.
"Blaine...sit down, please..." Sam sighed.
Blaine sat down, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. Kurt winked at him from afar, and Blaine proceeded to pick up a game controller, ready to play.
I need to come over more often, indeed.
A/N: Aaaand? how did I do? ;)