The Secrets These Walls Hold
Chapter One
'I need u' flashed across Kurt Hummel's ever-present iPhone. Shifting in his seat in French class, the newly admitted Dalton student sent his reply.
'cant, in class, 2 many pple' Kurt typed on his phone. Blaine, seated next to him, turned to him, eyebrows raised.
"Who is it," the Dalton sophomore asked, curious to see who was texting his friend in the middle of class.
"Just some of my friends from McKinley," Kurt whispered back, only feeling a little guilty for the lie. Looking towards the front of the room, Kurt made sure they wouldn't disrupt the teacher.
"You've been getting a lot of texts from them lately, haven't you," Blaine asked, his face the picture of innocence.
Kurt blushed at the comment, mentally acknowledging the implications of that statement. Something like this would have never been on his radar, he loved romance and wooing. But when one ditches public school for an all-boys private school, one must partake in that school's customs, and slutty sex with one's roommate seemed to be one.
"No more than normal," Kurt shot back as the words 'I need 2 b inside U' flashed across the screen. Dragging the phone under his desk, Kurt made sure none of his classmates could see his roommate's words. Kurt's pants tightened marginally, his mind running through dozens of scenarios as to how he was going to get out of class
'tell the teach ur sick' was the next message. Smirking, Kurt responded. 'I do need someone to take my temperature.'
Blaine cleared his throat, indicating that the teacher was making rounds around the classroom, ensuring that everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing. Mentally cursing, Kurt pushed his phone into his lap, groaning when the vibrations massaged his erection through his pants.
Blaine looked up, giving Kurt a questioning look. Kurt rubbed his stomach and made a face. Blaine made a sympathetic look, and mouthed sorry. Kurt nodded and waited until the young Warbler turned his attention else where.
'meet me in our room, ive got the perfect thing 2 take ur temp w/' Kurt's pants got impossibly tighter.
Raising his hand, Kurt waited until his teacher called upon him to deliver his excuse that he was ill. As he was a new student that had shown promise in the few months that he had been at Dalton, his French teacher easily believed the young man and allowed him to leave class, writing a note which excused him from class.
As Kurt was packing his belongings up, Blaine turned to his new friend and expressed his concern. "Are you alright, Kurt? Do you want someone to come with you?" the young Warbler asked.
Shaking his head quickly, Kurt denied the inquiry. "No Blaine, I'll be fine. Just need to lay down for a while. Some GaGa and Hagen Daas should rebound me," Kurt said, offering a smile.
Kurt slipped his last book into his bag and headed to the front of the classroom. Taking the excusal slip from his teacher, he left the room and began to trek across Dalton's expansive campus to the dorms.
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Entering his room, it took a moment for Kurt to adjust to the darkness. The windows, which overlooked the gardens, were covered by the thick drapes that were customary to each dorm. No light, except for the dim shine from two alarm clocks, could be found. Kurt reached for the switch in the dark, letting his mind guides his hands. Struggling, he moved farther into the room, again attempting to find the light switch. And again, his efforts proved to be fruitless. Discouraged, Kurt made a move to go back through the door which he had just entered, intent on waiting for his roommate in the hall way.
Kurt, however, never had the chance to make it to the door. Just as he was a few feet away from the door, a figure entered, blocking his path. Startled at first, Kurt jumped back in surprise, then let a coy smirk cover his face. "What took you so long," he said.
The figure finally passed through the entryway, his outline the only discernable thing about him. "Not all of us have the staff wrapped around our fingers here," the figure responded, reaching behind himself to close the door.
Kurt felt the growing bulge in his pants twitch at the words, delighting in the way the figure's deep, smooth voice washed over him. The room remained pitch dark. Kurt could feel his roommate move towards him, his breathes coming in a steady pattern, a pattern which Kurt had become accustomed to since his time at Dalton had begun. He let out gasp as his roommate maneuvered Kurt onto the nearest bed.
"Although I must admit I wouldn't mind having you wrapped around me," the man said, dragging Kurt's blazer off of him.
"You're such a tease, Wes," Kurt said playfully, guiding his lips to the senior's ear, lightly chewing on it. Wes let out a deep moan, the reverberations spreading across Kurt's neck, causing the younger man to let out his own moans.
"Don't act like you don't like it," Wes said as he removed his clothes. Once finished, the older man finished removing Kurt's clothes.
Reaching down between them, he began preparing Kurt's opening, alternating between there and Kurt's erection. Kurt rubbed Wes's dick, relishing the sounds that sprung from his partner's mouth. Once satisfied that could was prepared, Wes moved, pushing Kurt's legs to his chest and moving between the opening he had created.
Wes used his legs to push Kurt's further apart, moving his muscular body into Kurt's harder, faster. Kurt tightened his arms around Wes's neck, biting down on his neck every time Wes hit Kurt's sweet spot. The bite seemed to spur Wes on. He tightened his hands on Kurt's waist and used his lower body to raise Kurt's legs higher, desperate to sheath himself deeper inside the man.
Kurt began to moan. He craved this; he craved Wes. Words were rarely spoken, their bodies knowing exactly what the other needed, almost intuitively. They made quite the pair, refined rule follower Wes and innocent prissy Kurt. Outside of the dorm's walls they played their parts flawlessly. Inside the dorm, though, they were exactly like this. Often spread wanton, silently pleading, begging for release with each other. Hands explored, mouths left trails, claiming spots that no other individuals had had the privilege of ever seeing, let alone touch.
"I'm so close Kurty," Wes moaned into his ear, picking up his pace. He wrapped his hand around Kurt's dick, beating it madly. Kurt's fingers scratched down Wes's back, leaving signs of their presence. Kurt grabbed Wes's firm mounds, pulling him in deeper.
Wes picked up his face, moving at a lightening speed. His hand quickly caught up to his hips. Kurt teetered on the edge, pushed over when he felt Wes's tongue snake into his ear.
Kurt shot his seed between them, his orgasm causing him to clench around his lover, bringing Wes to his own climax. Wes thrust once, twice, and then relaxed until he was curled around Kurt.
Wes languidly kissed Kurt, pulling him tightly against him, relishing in the warmth the small man gave him. "I hope you know that you still have to go to Warbler's practice tonight," he said.
Laughing, Kurt looked into his eyes. "Wouldn't dream of missing it."
AN: So this was my first M-fic and am a little weary of how it turned out. I would love to make this a complete story, and have a few ideas about where to take it, but would like to know if there is even an interest in having it continued. Read and review! Let me know!