The whole house was thumping from the bass of the sound system as music blared from speakers, strobe lights and disco ball setting the scene for a living room dancefloor as teenagers caroused with drinks in hand - dancing and grinding, yelling and wildly gesticulating, jumping on one another and toppling each other over in a teeming frenzy of unabashed celebration. This was one of those epic parties where the parents were on vacation, the house was fabulous and stocked to the gills with booze and other party favors, and a motley crew of cool kids, too cool to be cool kids and troublemakers were in attendance.
When Blaine first heard about the party, he was a bit skeptical about going. After all, he'd heard about it from one of his jock buddies and was a bit leery. What with all his illicit activities of late, he didn't want to walk into some kind of set-up. It took some convincing, but eventually he came around. So here he was, drink perpetually in hand as he enthusiatically participated in the merrymaking. At the moment, that included spying upon a group of McKinley jocks as they charged one another, wrestled each other to the ground, pawed at one another in their sloppy drunkiness and generally acted as gay as a rainbow flag. One of the things Blaine loved about watching jock-types get drunk was exactly this: how "I love you man" and other phrases of affection would be blurted out, accompanied by bear hugs and body rolls, sweaty faces lolling into one another, open mouths breathing against skin and hair as the alcohol fueled indiscriminant and gluttonous touches.
Blaine was starting to feel the alcohol himself, feeding the fire burning inside him with lusty thoughts of hard, muscular bodies overtaking him in all the right ways. Blaine literally began to get hot and bothered under the collar, deciding to make his way to a less stuffy part of the house and maybe get some fresh air. Passing through a gauntlet of revelers in a hallway, Blaine found himself pulled aside as he was grabbed by the waist, lifted and twirled before being set down again. A pair of strong arms continued to embrace him.
"What the fuck!" he yelled, laughing and confused, still unclear in the dim lights who had grabbed him and remained behind him.
"Anderson, buddy! Watcha doing babycakes?" the jock behind him said in a tone that tried to sound flirty, but struck Blaine as sort of hilarious.
"Babycakes?" Blaine giggled as he turned himself around to face his hallway suitor, pressing into him seductively with his hips and chest as ran his hands down the taller boy's sides and peered up at him with a bemused smile. It was Tyler- looking hunky with his pink-flushed cheeks, blond hair tousled, tank top and jeans clinging to his gym-cut body.
"Oh it's you, my original sin!" Blaine exclaimed, placing fingertips over mouth in exaggerated surprise.
"Mmm I did start a little something, didn't I?" Tyler said as he leaned into Blaine nose to nose, a proud smile on his face.
"Sure man, you're a real trendsetter," Blaine jokingly scoffed, teasing the other boy with hot breath against lips.
"Hey! Get a room!" slurred Jake the wrestler as he passed by with a 40 ouncer of malt liquor that he was inexplicably shaking and spraying the walls with. The pair laughed at his insinuation, shaking their heads in denial. But Jake stumbled back a few seconds later to say "I'm serious Blainers. I think I saw some Glee Clubbers here. Just watching your back bro!"
Blaine's eyes bugged out in shock, which Tyler thought made the smaller boy look so adorably hapless. Not only was he extremely turned on at the sight of Blaine's tight little body, his luscious lips and big hazel eyes, now he felt stirred to play the role of rescuer. "Come on, hot one. Let's find you a hiding place!" he said as he grabbed Blaine by the waist and threw him over his shoulder.
They found a vacant room upstairs. Well actually, it was occupied with a couple in the beginning stages of a makeout session but Tyler stormed in declaring a state of emergency and quickly evacuated the stunned duo. Blaine couldn't help but laugh guiltily at the jock's antics.
"Tyler, that's probably bad karma to just kick people out like that," he said.
"No way, Zeke there owes me one. It's all good," he purred as he backed Blaine up against the wall. Blaine moaned as they grinded together, cocks growing harder. He threw his head back and to the side as he let out a heavy breath.
"There's that neck again. Mmm," mumbled Tyler as he licked and kissed the dewy flesh.
"No biting, no hickeys, okay?" Blaine managed to mutter in response.
"I know, I know. You have a boyfriend," Tyler said in teasing sing-song.
"Oh great, make me feel even shittier," Blaine smirked, the alcohol haze taking most of the sting out of the comment.
"I know how to make you feel better," the jock cooed.
"Are you trying to be an asshole?" Blaine said half-heartedly as his body continued to betray his arousal.
"No, I'm trying to get into your asshole," Tyler said, his smiling teeth nibbling at Blaine's ear.
Blaine groaned at the jock's inane sense of humor but couldn't deny that he wanted a piece of him. He clawed at the front of Tyler's shirt, twisting it in his fist. "Then what are you waiting for?" he said with a smile, tipping his chin upward in a mocking gesture.
It did not take long for Tyler to rise up to the challenge. Soon enough, jeans were pulled off, condoms and lube were retrieved and Blaine was pushed up against the wall with his legs and arms wrapped around the bigger boy as he mercilessly pumped into him with his blazing sword of a cock. I'm getting fucked into the wall, thought Blaine in hazy bliss. Tyler's strength easily held Blaine up as he got rocked, slammed and bobbed into oblivion. Tyler's cock piercing his beautiful round ass from below with brutal precision even in his drunken state, the primal animal within taking over as he crammed every last inch into Blaine. God, I'm getting split in two, Blaine mused in a fugue of fuck-fuck-fuck. Tyler roared like a lion as he came, slapping hard against Blaine's ass as he jackhammered into him.
"Well, thank you for that," Blaine said breathlessly.
"No, thank you," said Tyler with a satisfied smirk.
After cleaning up, which included Blaine's feeble attempts at fixing his bowtie and Tyler's laughing decision to go shirtless now that Blaine's cum stained his top, they exited the room, parting ways at the top of the stairs. Blaine stood at the landing for a moment to catch his breath and re-acclimate to the party around him.
"I've been looking for you all night," said a voice from the top of the stairs. Oh no, Glee Club! Blaine immediately thought. But the voice wasn't right. He turned around, finding himself face to face with one Sebastian Smythe.
"Sebastian. Fancy running into you here," Blaine said, composing his face into a neutral expression.
"Oh killer, don't try to con me. I know what you've been up to," Sebastian said.
Blaine cocked his head to the side and asked, "What do you mean?"
Sebastian smiled, a predatory glint in his eye as he looked Blaine up and down.
"You don't have to be coy with me Blaine. Word gets around."
"Word? Okay," Blaine said no more. He couldn't know if the Warbler was bluffing.
"I am a jock, after all," Sebastian said with a smile that did not entirely reach his eyes.
Blaine took in a sharp breath. He stood there and looked down, scared to know what the hell Sebastian wanted.
Sebastian moved in closer, grabbing Blaine's wrist and forcing him to look at him. His eyes gleemed with a hint of cruelty and smouldering anger. "And everyone thought I was the big slut. Who knew your bashful schoolboy charms would lead you down the gutter."
Blaine twisted his wrist out of Sebastian's hold. "Why are you saying that? What the fuck's wrong with you?"
Sebastian grabbed the front of Blaine's shirt with both hands, shaking him. "Why couldn't you come to me? We could've had so much fun. Tearing it up at Scandals, tearing up each other," Sebastian spat out the words.
"Sebastian! The whole world does not revolve around you. And besides, it's not like I planned any of this," Blaine said angrily.
"Hmph! Well, that may have been the case at the start but I doubt it's still true. Disappointed as I am that you left me out of your earlier adventures, I think I see a way for you to make amends. I have a proposition for you."