"A proposition? What makes you think I'd consider anything from you? I mean, you're being a total prick right now," Blaine hissed at Sebastian.
A smug smile appeared on Sebastian's face as he narrowed his eyes. How could I ever have thought he was attractive? - Blaine wondered to himself as he gave the death stare to the smarmy Warbler.
"Despite all your recent indiscretions, I am aware that you are still on record as taken and supposedly madly in love with your clueless fairy of a boyfriend. Now I have your attention, don't I?" Sebastian said with a look of triumph.
Blaine crossed his arms across his chest and glared at the Dalton boy, growing impatient at how Sebastian was drawing this out. "Go on," he said.
Sebastian chuckled and shook his head slightly, basking in the pleasure of his own conniving mind. Hands resting in his pockets, he pulled out his phone, checked the display, then turned it around to show Blaine. "There's this," he said. On screen was a photo of Blaine flopped over Tyler's shoulder as they entered the bedroom. "And this," Sebastian continued as he slid the screen to the next photo. It was Blaine and Tyler leaving the same room, Tyler shirtless and Blaine still attempting to straighten out his bowtie.
Blaine flushed a crimson red and gulped loudly as he unthinkingly began to wring his hands together in worry. Sebastian saw a series of emotions flickering over the boy's face as he looked at him: wide-eyed doom, then beseeching eyes, then face falling flat in disgusted resignation. He hadn't wanted this to be the way that he finally laid claim to the one and only Blaine Anderson, but he would take it. His slash and burn philosophy left no room for sentimentality. Blaine was the ultimate prize and if he couldn't have him willingly, he had few qualms about twisting his arm into it.
Blaine's eyes were hooded and dark with venom. "Blackmail Sebastian? Back to your same old dirty tricks. So you're going to force yourself on me, is that it?"
Sebastian shrugged and pursed his lips, as if to say, "What can I do?" He turned so that they were side by side, hanging an arm around Blaine's neck as he whispered in Blaine's ear. "Come on, it won't be so bad. You seem pretty warmed up right now, what do you say we check out that room again?" Blaine shrunk away from Sebastian's touch, visibly repulsed by the suggestion.
"You all right Anderson? This guy bothering you?" It was Tyler, but he wasn't alone. Jake the wrestler was with him. A dynamic duo of Blaine's fuck buddies.
Blaine let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, a wave of relief relaxing his tense muscles. He looked at the two boys, concern and brutish energy coloring their expressions. It warmed his heart to know that these guys were really serious about looking out for him. But could they help him avoid blackmail? He knew he had to give it a try.
"Yes, actually he is bothering me. A lot," he said as he looked at Sebastian, whose eyes hardened in a hateful expression. "He's been harassing me for a while. And now he's trying to blackmail me." Sebastian looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe Blaine was fighting back.
Tyler took a step towards Sebastian, sizing him up. "Is that right? This douche bag giving you trouble?" Tyler pointedly hit his fist into the palm of his other hand. "There's a lot of people you probably don't want to mess with if you're giving our friend here trouble. I mean it'd be a shame if something happened to your pretty boy face." Tyler said. Jake growled out "That's right!" and thumped on his chest.
Sebastian put up his hands in surrender as he took a step back. "This has all been a misunderstanding, I can assure you of that. I'll be taking my leave now."
Tyler grabbed Sebastian by the collar. "Not so fast!" Sebastian's eyes went wide with fear. Blaine had never seen the other boy look so thrown off. "I think you owe Blaine an apology."
"Wait!" Blaine said, placing a hand on one of Tyler's arms. "I need to see his phone."
Tyler nodded but didn't let go of Sebastian. "Give Blaine your phone." Sebastian swallowed hard, reaching down into his pocket as his kept his eyes on Tyler, pulling out his phone and handing it over to Blaine.
Blaine clicked the phone on. "What's the password?" he asked.
Sebastian's mouth, set in a thin line, turned down into a frown. His expression was grim and he looked utterly humiliated. "It's 6669," he said meekly, averting his eyes from Blaine's penetrating gaze.
Blaine accessed the photo gallery and deleted the pictures. "Knowing you, there's probably already a back-up of those. But somehow, I doubt you'll be using them," Blaine said to Sebastian as he handed the phone back.
"That's right bitch! Stay away from Anderson or we'll hunt you down!" exclaimed Jake, who then flashed what looked like a gang sign as Sebastian scurried away.
Blaine shook his head, palms out and up as he smiled at his buddies in astonishment and relief. He pointed at Jake in amusement as he asked, "Was that gang signs you were throwing?"
They all laughed as Jake replied, "What? I was worked up!"
"Well I guess there's not much more intimidating than a suburban white boy jock flashing the signs," Blaine teased. "But seriously, you guys saved me big time. That was getting ugly there. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't shown up."
"I noticed that douche earlier, nosing around upstairs. He literally had his ear to the door when you guys were in that room, fucken perv. I saw him take pictures with his phone and was letting Tyler know about it when we saw him with you," said Jake.
"Yeah you looked seriously unhappy when he was talking to you Blaine. That guy really got to you, huh?" said Tyler.
Blaine shook his head dismissively. "Nah, he creeped me out. But I'm fine. I have a feeling he'll leave me alone from now on. I really can't thank you guys enough. I owe you one."
"I know how you can repay us," Tyler said. Blaine and Jake both looked and waited expectantly for what he'd say next. "Help us pass Physics. The exam is coming up Tuesday, and you know the most in our class."
"Yeah, that test is gonna suck. At least you guys can hear from me how it was, I've got to take it first thing in the morning," groaned Jake in complaint.
"Okay. How about Sunday 6 o'clock my house?" asked Blaine.
The other two boys simultaneously uttered their confirmations, Tyler with "it's a deal" and Jake with "right on!" The three boys chuckled, then headed back downstairs.
Sunday 3:00pm (Text message)
Jake: Might be late or not be able to come at all
Blaine: K. Parents gone so just let yourself in & head to room whenever you can make it. Later!
"Is it okay if I put these in the fridge?" Tyler asked as he pulled out a 12-pack of beer.
Blaine laughed and shook his head in amazement. "Tyler, I thought we were gonna study."
"We are Blaine. Just thought we could use some inspiration." Blaine looked at him skeptically. "No seriously, we won't drink too much. It's only 12 beers between three of us," reasoned Tyler.
"Oh Jake may or may not be coming. He'll be late if he does come," said Blaine.
"All right Anderson, then it's just you and me. Let's get some work done," Tyler said as he opened a can of beer and handed it to Blaine.
Blaine rolled his eyes and took the beer with a smile.
Upstairs an hour later, Blaine and Tyler had gone over the basics of what they needed to study, which was a good thing as they were increasingly drunk. Tyler started to get hyper, pulling stuff off Blaine's shelf and pretending to throw a football in the air. "What are you doing?" laughed Blaine.
"What's in here?" Tyler asked, pulling open a bedside drawer.
"Hey, get outta there!" Blaine said standing up just as Tyler pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Blainers, you are kinky! You like getting tied up huh?" Tyler said with a cheeky smile. Blaine's cheeks and neck flushed red as he reached for the cuffs.
"Give me that! It's just a novelty. I didn't even buy it. It was, uh, it was a gift," Blaine stammered as he tried in vain to grab the cuffs out of Tyler's hands.
Tyler straightened his arm and held his hand up high so Blaine couldn't reach, walking away from the shorter boy. "Cuffs, I like it," he said with a smile. "It reminds me of that male stripper movie Magic Mike, that scene where there're playing cops," Tyler said. The football player laughed as he swayed his hips and undulated like a Chippendale.
Blaine put his hands to his mouth in delight. "Ooh! Tyler, with your body, you could totally do that!" Blaine said, enthusiastically clapping his hands.
"You think so?" Tyler said as he began lifting up his t-shirt to show off his washboard abs.
Blaine bit down on his lip in excitement, then leaned one knee down on his bed as he said coyly, "Wanna give me a lap dance?" Tyler pushed Blaine down on the bed as he straddled him and began to take off his shirt.
Meanwhile, Jake was driving over to Blaine's. He couldn't help but think how hot Blaine looked at the party, especially after he'd been in that room with Tyler. Blaine looked so good when he was all fired up and worked over. His lips would get even redder and this beautiful flush would hit his cheeks. He just looked insanely pretty and fuckable. Jake palmed himself, feeling an erection growing. Damnit, I shouldn't be thinking this way right now, Jake chastised himself. If I'm all turned on when I get there, Tyler might think I'm some freak or something. Jake gripped the steering wheel hard with both hands, willing himself to think unsexy thoughts. By the time he got to Blaine's house, he was sweating and feeling defeated as he'd managed to think about sex almost the whole ride over.
Jake remembered what Blaine had said about letting himself in. As he made his way upstairs, he heard music playing and the two boys raucously laughing. Jake knocked on the door, but the music was too loud so he opened it and stepped in. Tyler had his shirt off and had Blaine bent over with his hands on the bed. The shirtless jock was playfully spanking the shorter boy, who was happily grinding his ass in appreciation.
"Whoa!" said Jake as a dumb smile spread over his face. "Looks like a party!"
Blaine's eyes and mouth formed cute little Os as he exclaimed, "Jakester! We thought you bailed!"
"Nah! Just had to take care of some stuff," Jake shrugged.
Blaine jumped off the bed and grabbed at Jake's shirt. "You gotta do some shots to catch to up to us!"
A good-natured smile on his face, Jake took the shot glass from Blaine. "Drink 'til she's cute?" he said, reading the words on the glass. Blaine waved his hand dismissively, muttering that it was a gag gift.
After a few shots warming his belly, Jake wanted to try to his hand at lap dancing Blaine. "You're cute to begin with Blainey," he whispered in his ear as he straddled him. "I don't need a drink to see that," Tyler got jealous and tried to pull Jake off Blaine. They playfully wrestled to the ground until Blaine jumped on top of them, attempting to break them up.
"Guys, guys! Awfully sweet of you to fight over me, but there's more than enough of me to go around," Blaine said merrily as he tried to disentangle the pair.
"Oh really?" Tyler said as he grabbed Blaine's waist and pulled him off his feet and onto the ground, "Maybe we'll see about that!" Jake grabbed the other half of Blaine and a tug'o'war ensued with Blaine giggling and squealing. Soon the grabbing turned into groping and groaning.
"Mmm, I think Blaine needs to give us a lap dance," Tyler said to Jake as they lay on the ground side by side, shoulders resting against the side of the bed. "Whaddya say, Blaine?"
Blaine was flushed and already gasping with the high of arousal. He fluttered his eyes and looked down bashfully before moving on his knees to straddle Tyler.
As they ground their hips together, Jake grabbed Blaine's ass. "Don't mind sharing a little?" Jake asked Tyler.
"Well it's really up to our host," Tyler demurred.
"Oh fuck," Blaine moaned in response as he slid his hand over to Jake's growing bulge.
Five minutes later, the two jocks were shirtless and Blaine had been stripped to his underwear. Blaine raked the fingernails of each hand onto the two boys' impressively chiseled torsos, humming with pleasure. As he nuzzled his cheek against Tyler's crotch, Jake pulled Blaine's underwear down to just below the line of his butt, nicely framing his firm yet supple cheeks. Jake grabbed each cheek in one hand and began massaging them obscenely together and apart.
Blaine was busy unzipping Tyler's jeans. Tyler reached in and pulled out his cock. Blaine's lips parted as he took in a breath, hard cock only inches from his face. Tyler took Blaine's chin and lightly batted his cock against the other boy's face, engorged flesh impacting rosy cheeks and lips with a thud. Blaine moaned and licked his lips, rolling his hips in anticipation. On the other end, Jake had peeled off his jeans and was pressing his hips against Blaine's bare ass.
Blaine chuckled to himself as he watched the two jocks assiduously avoid any direct sexual contact with one another. I don't mind being the conduit, thought Blaine, who loved the attention. Even more, he loved the stimulation, moaning as Tyler pushed his finger into Blaine's mouth as Jake nudged a wet knuckle against his hole. Blaine sucked Tyler's finger hungrily while he pushed back against Jake. Tyler replaced his finger with his cock, pushing insistently into Blaine's mouth. He relaxed his throat and slide his mouth down the smooth skin of the shaft until he was pressed up against Tyler's crotch. When he heard Jake spitting into his hand, Blaine quickly released Tyler with a slurp, then reached underneath a pillow to where a small bottle of lube was hidden, handing it over to Jake with a shy smile.
Jake gave him a wink and poured some lube directly onto Blaine, causing the smaller boy to arch his back from the sensation of cool fluid dripping down his crack. Blaine hummed and moaned as Tyler fucked his mouth and Jake fingered his ass. Jake reached into his jean's pocket and retrieved a condom. Smacking Blaine's ass, he stated matter-of-factly, "I gotta hit this." Blaine mewled his approval.
Jake ripped open the condom wrapper, making quick work of rolling it down over his hard cock and slicking it up with lube. Tyler looked on intently from his end as Jake guided his cock into Blaine's ass with his finger. Blaine moaned long and hard, then excitedly moved his hips until Jake stilled him with a firm grip. Blaine moaned even deeper at the other boy's show of control. His tanned body glistened as he maintained the lurid position of being fed cock from both ends.
"I think it's my turn. Come on man, let's trade," said Tyler after several minutes.
Jake obliged, pulling his condom off and tossing it in the trash. Blaine did not hesitate to take his cock in his mouth when Jake walked over to him. Meanwhile, Tyler slid into Blaine with ease, happy to finally get to fuck the hot-ass twink. The feeling of the receptive boy's opened up hole wrapped around his condom-clad cock was fucken incredible. Blaine had already hit a point of almost insane pleasure, mumbling unintelligibly the few chances he had to speak. His ass and mouth were both getting deliciously worked.
After Tyler had his fill of Blaine's ass, he ripped off his condom and grabbed Blaine's jaw, turning his head so that Jake's cock exited his mouth with a pop. Tyler spurted his hot load all over the boy's luscious face as he groaned. Jake let out his own moan and shot his load onto Blaine's face as well, squirting his jizz in gobs all over Blaine's mouth and cheek. The two jocks rubbed their spent meat against Blaine's face, momentarily allowing their cocks to slide against one another as Blaine lapped the cum off them. Blaine's long, dark lashes beat prettily against his skin as he closed his eyes in bliss, then looked up doe-eyed at the two boys.
"Irresistible," said Jake.
"Insatiable," laughed Tyler.
Blaine sighed with contentment.
"Do you mind if I use your shower?" Tyler asked. Blaine directed him to the bathroom down the hall.
Once alone, Jake approached Blaine. "What's up Anderson? What about you?'
"Huh? Oh that. I figured I'd just take care of myself after you guys leave," said Blaine.
"Come here," said Jake, pulling Blaine to him so they were standing face to face. Jake reached down and began to stroke Blaine, who cried out before muffling his voice against the wrestler's neck. Jake found Blaine's lips, kissing them roughly until the brunette let his mouth fall open to receive the other boy's tongue. Jake quickened the pace as he pumped his fist up and down, willing Blaine to come for him.
"Oh God Jake!" Blaine cried, gasping repeatedly as the pleasure of being milked reached its climax. White trails flew through the air in tiny arcs, landing on Blaine's bedroom floor.
"Shit, sorry about that," Jake said, looking down at the mess.
Blaine reached up and kissed him, murmuring "No worries" against the other boy's mouth.