Blaine ran from where he had Mr. Evans drop him off near the school's service entrance back to his room. Nick was leaning back in his chair with his feet on his desk, and Sebastian was sprawled out on top of Blaine's bed.

"Where have you been all day!?" Nick asked, almost tipping over backwards. "You missed every single class."

"I was out." He tried to sit down casually on the edge of Nick's bed, but it was kind of hard to do with his ass still beautifully sore. The way Sebastian was smirking at him—it was like he could tell. Well...good. Mr. Evans wanted Sebastian to know that Blaine was taken.

"Hey, it's not like I care," Nick said. "But you might wanna come up with a better story than that for Dr. Marshall. He wants to see you."

"Oh shit!" Dr. Marshall was the dean of students. A real hard ass...or so Blaine had heard. He'd never actually been in trouble before. "I gotta get into my uniform! I should shower first. Do you think I should shower first, or will I just be in more trouble for being later?"

Sebastian rolled off Blaine's bed and stood in front of him. He pushed Blaine's hood down and ran a finger over his neck. "A shower isn't gonna wash away those love bites. That's what I'd be worried about if I were you." He shook his head sadly. "And I thought you were saving yourself for me."

"In your dreams," Blaine said, pushing his hand away.

"That's true. I can still dream about doing you." Sebastian looked up at the ceiling dreamily.

"Jesus, get out of my way, perv. I have to get dressed." Blaine had decided not to shower. He thought whatever Dr. Marshall was going to do to him would be easier to take while he could still feel Mr. Evans's semen in and on him.

He got up and started taking off his clothes. When he caught Sebastian leering at him he yelled, "Get the hell out!"

"Not cool, Sebastian," Nick added.

Sebastian didn't leave, but he did dramatically turn to face the wall. "There. Now I can't see anything. But seriously, the blushing virgin act is getting old."

Blaine pulled on his uniform pants and rifled through his closet looking for a clean white shirt. "You know, if I were involved with someone, you'd just better hope he didn't hear you talking to me like that."

Sebastian laughed. "Did you just threaten to have your big, bad boyfriend beat me up?"

"Of course not." Blaine buttoned up his shirt and played around with the collar a little, hoping there was some way he could cover up the hickeys. But there wasn't—not without deviating significantly from the dress code. He gave up and started on his tie. "Besides, I never said I had a boyfriend."

"Right. My mistake." Sebastian turned away from the wall to look at him again. "But if you did, I'd tell you to tell him that I'm totally up for a threesome some time."

"Ha! You wish." Mr. Evans would never have any interest in a smarmy prick like Sebastian.

Blaine gave himself a last glance in the mirror. Even if those hickeys got him in extra trouble, he loved them. It was all worth it no matter what happened. He straightened his hair in a last-ditch attempt to make himself look more presentable and less wanton, but it was basically impossible without showering and shampooing and regelling, so screw it.

XOXOXO

Blaine got room restriction for three weeks. Since it was his first offense he only got one week for skipping a day of classes; the extra two weeks were for refusing to tell Dr. Marshall where he'd gone. Dr. Marshall seemed to think it was some sort of prank or dare that some of the other guys had put him up to, and Blaine didn't try to disabuse him of the idea. And even though he gave him two extra weeks for it, Dr. Marshall seemed to respect Blaine for refusing to rat out his friends. He didn't even mention the hickeys until Blaine was almost out of his office when he said, "And Anderson? I know it's hard for you guys with no girls around, but if you're going to mess around with one of your friends, tell him to take it easy on your neck. That's unbecoming."

The room restriction sucked. He was only allowed out of his room for classes, meals, and official school events, even on weekends. But if Dr. Marshall had found out the truth, then everything would be so much worse, so overall he knew he was lucky.

Mr. Evans called him at the beginning of the third week, the first time Blaine was actually glad to be stuck alone in his room at four in the afternoon. "Blaine, I need to see you again," he said breathlessly.

"Daddy!" Blaine cried happily. He knew Mr. Evans loved him, even if he couldn't say it. "I need to too."

"Can you meet me in the McDonalds parking lot again?"

"Yes! When?"

"Now. As soon as possible. I'm in Westerville right now."

"Oh! Um..." Blaine tried desperately to think of how he could manage it. It wasn't like anyone was guarding his room, but four o'clock was a busy time, and if any of the staff or faculty saw him not just out of his room but leaving campus...

"You're busy. I should've called before I drove out here."

"No! I just...I'm trying to think of a way to sneak out..."

"Why would you have to sneak out? I felt so bad about making you skip your classes last time so I came out later today."

"I'm..." He couldn't let Mr. Evans feel like he was responsible for getting Blaine in trouble, because then what if he felt so bad about it he decided never to see him again? "I'm sort in trouble for a prank. You know, no big deal or anything, but if I got caught breaking my room restriction then it might kinda be."

"So you've been a naughty boy, Blaine?"

Blaine's ears felt hot as he said, "Yes, daddy."

"Well. We can't have you getting in even more trouble. How long until your punishment is over?"

"Six more days. But, daddy, please, I can come, I just need to figure out—"

"That's enough, Blaine. We'll wait."

"Daddy, please!" Blaine was terrified that if Mr. Evans drove home without seeing him he would never come back.

"What did I say, Blaine?"

Blaine took a deep breath. "You said we'll wait."

"That's right. And you'll be a good boy for me, won't you?"

"Yes, daddy," Blaine said miserably.

"Good. I knew you would, baby. I'll see you in a week or so."

"Promise?"

There was a pause. "You know I can't promise when it'll be exactly. But I promise I'll be back. Okay, sweetheart?"

It wasn't okay, it wasn't even remotely okay, but what could he do? He said it was okay and he hung up and cried into his pillow.

He was still crying when there was a knock at his door about fifteen minutes later. Most of his friends would just barge in, so although he didn't want to see anyone he was curious enough to get up and answer. It was the dorm monitor, and next to him was Mr. Evans!

The monitor said, "Blaine, you're not allowed to have visitors until your restriction is over, but Mr. Evans's daughter is sick and he needs to ask you about how she seemed the last time you babysat her."

"Oh my God! Which daughter? Is she gonna be okay?"

"I'll let you two talk," the monitor said, and he left.

Blaine let Mr. Evans into the room. "Is it Willa? What—"

As soon as the door closed behind him, Mr. Evans pushed Blaine against it and kissed him hard. "The girls are fine, sweetheart. I just had to tell that guy something so he'd let me in. I couldn't go home without seeing you."

"Oh thank God," Blaine said. "Not just about the girls, but thank God you came. I mean...thank God you're here. Thank you—"

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, daddy?"

"I missed you, baby." He unbuttoned Blaine's shirt and kissed down his neck and chest. Then he opened up Blaine's pants and asked, "Is your roommate going to be gone for a while?"

Blaine moaned and reached out blindly to lock the door. "He won't walk in on us now."

"Doesn't he have a key?" Mr. Evans asked as he helped Blaine out of his shirt.

"Yeah, but..." This was kind of embarrassing. "We only ever lock the door when we're, um...you know, so the other one knows not to walk in for a few minutes."

Mr. Evans looked at him, very amused. "Are you telling me you sometimes jerk off, baby? And here I thought you were so sweet and innocent."

Blaine felt himself blush. But it wasn't fair, it was almost all Mr. Evans's fault, at least lately! "I think about you a lot," he said. "And I hardly ever get to really be with you, so..."

"Well. Let's take care of that, then." He pushed Blaine's pants down and Blaine stepped out of them. Then he picked Blaine up, asked him which bed was his, and carried him to the one Blaine indicated. He kissed down his chest and stomach, and right before he got to the waistband of his underwear he asked, "Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Do you want daddy's cock in you?"

Blaine squirmed. "Yes, daddy. Please. You don't have to ask, I always want it."

"But I like to hear you say it," his daddy said, right before he pulled his underwear off and flipped him onto his stomach. "Such a beautiful little ass. You're such a beautiful boy, Blaine. I think about you a lot too."

"Really, daddy?" Blaine so wanted his daddy to fuck his brains out. And after that he wanted to curl up in his lap forever. He spread his legs eagerly and lifted his ass.

"Really." And then his daddy was kissing him again, using his mouth to open up his hole to take his cock, driving Blaine nearly delirious with pleasure and desire. He simultaneously wanted Mr. Evans to never stop what he was doing and to hurry up and put his cock in him already. Not that he could articulate either of these desires; all he could do was whimper as he alternately pushed his ass closer to his daddy's face and rutted against the mattress.

He froze mid-rut, and Mr. Evans froze too, when they heard Nick try the door. He listened closely and heard Nick say, "Jesus, again? Goddamn it!" before he walked away.

Mr. Evans turned him over onto his back. "How long until he's gonna come back, sweetheart?"

"Twenty minutes maybe," Blaine said. He didn't add that that was at the absolute most, because he didn't want Mr. Evans to stop before they got to the main event. "Will you fuck me now, daddy? Please?"

"Twenty minutes isn't enough time, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

Blaine was about to protest that he didn't care if it hurt, but then Mr. Evans's mouth was on his dick, and that was hard to complain about. "Ooooh, daddy," he moaned.

"Don't hold back on me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you come in my mouth, I wanna taste it. You'll be a good boy and come for me, won't you?"

"Uh huh."

Mr. Evans's tongue circled his cock teasingly for just a few seconds before the whole thing was in his mouth. It was all he could do not to come immediately. And even though they didn't have much time and even though his daddy had told him not to hold back (ooh! maybe if he confessed to disobeying, his daddy would spank him), he did try not to let it be over too soon. It was difficult enough just with his daddy sucking his cock, but then he felt a finger in him, and it didn't hit that spot in him as perfectly as his daddy's cock did, but with the sucking at the same time it was more than enough. He cried out he didn't even know what as he surrendered to the inevitable. He bucked up into his daddy's mouth and released his load as waves of pleasure washed through him.

He was still trying to catch his breath when Mr. Evans licked up his body and captured his mouth in a kiss. His own come didn't taste as good as Mr. Evans's, but combined with the taste of Mr. Evans's mouth it was still pretty amazing.

"You'd better get dressed, baby, before your roommate comes back," his daddy said softly.

"No, but..." Blaine reached up and touched Mr. Evans's cock, so hard and still trapped inside his jeans. "But I didn't get to make you come."

Mr. Evans closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath at Blaine's touch. He said, "There's not enough time, baby, it's all right."

"It's not all right," Blaine insisted. Mr. Evans didn't move away or make any move to stop Blaine from unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He pushed them down, along with his underwear, and then scooted down the bed until his head was under Mr. Evans's crotch. He hesitated just long enough to be sure his daddy wasn't really going to be mad at him, and then he raised his head up to take his daddy's cock in his mouth.

It was an awkward angle, and he couldn't actually breathe that well, but the way his daddy's cock smelled and tasted, and the way he was moaning with the pleasure Blaine was giving him—it was so awesome he didn't care about anything else. It wasn't long before Mr. Evans started to fuck down into his mouth, and even though it kind of made him gag Blaine just wanted more. He grabbed Mr. Evans's ass and pulled him deeper into his mouth and down his throat.

And then the door! Stupid fucking Nick was back again, trying the goddamn door again! Mr. Evans pulled out of his mouth, and he might have moved away altogether if Blaine hadn't held onto him so tight. Nick yelled, "For real, Blaine? I'm coming back in five minutes and I'm opening the door whether you're done or not!"

He so didn't want his daddy to stop yet, and as soon as they heard Nick walk away he begged him, "Please, daddy, please let me make you come. Please, so I'll know you still want me to belong to you."

"You want me to show you who you belong to, baby?"

"Yes, daddy, please," Blaine said desperately.

"Stay just like you are and close your eyes."

Blaine obeyed immediately. He whined when he felt Mr. Evans move away, but then he soon felt him next to him, by his head. It sounded like...it sounded like he was jerking himself. Blaine wanted to be the one to make him come! But he had the feeling that his daddy wouldn't like him to complain, so he didn't.

"You want me to come on your face, sweetheart? Will that show you who you belong to?"

"Yes!"

"Ask me nicely, sweetheart."

"Please, daddy!" Blaine had no sooner gotten the words out than he heard his daddy groan and felt the first spurt of hot come land on his cheek. "Daddy, yes, make me yours, please!" The spurts kept coming, and he opened his mouth wide to catch as much as he could. He kept the creamy globs on his tongue until his daddy finished painting his face and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Then he swallowed them and opened his eyes to see his daddy gazing down at him so sweetly... "Thank you, daddy," he whispered. "I wish I never had to wipe it off."

"But you do." Mr. Evans wiped a little bit off his cheek and then held his finger to Blaine's lips. Blaine sucked the come off greedily and Mr. Evans continued, "You have to get cleaned up before your roommate is back."

"Shit," Blaine said, and then he immediately apologized for his bad language. He got dressed as quickly as he could.

He heard Nick try the door again and announce, "I'm coming in, Blaine!" Blaine yanked open a drawer, grabbed a t-shirt, wiped his face off, and dropped the shirt back in the drawer. He was closing it when Nick walked in, followed by Sebastian.

They both gaped at Mr. Evans for several seconds before Sebastian started to laugh and said, "Well, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend, Blaine?"

"Uh..."

Mr. Evans stepped forward and shook Sebastian's hand, then Nick's. "Sam Evans. Blaine sits for me sometimes."

"You're Mr. Evans?" Sebastian asked incredulously. "And Blaine is your babysitter?"

"That's right. And you are?"

"Nick Duval. Blaine's roommate."

"Sebastian Smythe. Blaine's...friend." Sebastian was smirking and he was totally oblivious to the way Mr. Evans's face changed when he heard that this was Sebastian.

"Blaine's friend. Really."

"Actually he's Nick's friend," Blaine said.

"Blaine, I can't believe Mr. Evans is real," Sebastian said. "Mr. Evans, how's your wife's cold?"

Mr. Evans looked at Blaine, confused, as Blaine felt his face grow hot. "My wife doesn't have a cold."

"Oh, I'm so glad. Those things can turn into consumption before you know it."

"What?"

"All right, very funny, Sebastian. Did you need something or did you just drop by to be a dick?" Blaine turned to Mr. Evans and added, "Sorry."

"You know, it is my room too," Nick said.

"But not his!" Shit, Blaine felt like he was about to cry. He could not cry in front of Sebastian.

Mr. Evans stood behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. "I think you should leave, Sebastian," he said.

"Do you?" Sebastian took a couple steps toward Blaine. He looked at him closely and laughed. "You know your shirt's not buttoned straight. And—oh my God! There's something on your face!"

He reached to touch the "something" and without any warning Mr. Evans grabbed him by the shirt collar and slammed him against the wall. "Do you always touch people who don't want you to touch them?" he demanded.

Sebastian looked terrified. Blaine had never seen him that way—it was kind of awesome. Nick stood there stupidly looking almost as terrified, which Blaine wasn't as happy about, but he found he wasn't really unhappy about it either.

Mr. Evans twisted Sebastian's shirt in his fist and said, "I asked you a question. Do you always touch people who don't want to be touched?"

"No sir," Sebastian said.

Mr. Evans leaned closer and said, calmly and quietly, right into his ear. "I don't want you to bother Blaine anymore. I don't want you to talk to him, I don't want you to look at him. I don't even want you to think about him. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, since Blaine has asked you to leave, what do you think you should do now?"

"Blaine didn't actually ask me to leave."

Mr. Evans pulled him forward and slammed him back against the wall. Nick gasped in sympathy. Blaine realized he was hard and more turned on than ever.

"But I think I'll leave anyway."

"Thank you." Mr. Evans let go of his shirt and smoothed it where it was wrinkled from his fist. "That's very considerate of you." Mr. Evans took a step back, and Sebastian quickly ducked out of the room, soon followed by Nick.

Mr. Evans relocked the door and took Blaine in his arms. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really hope that won't get you in more trouble."

"Nick won't tell anyone, and neither will Sebastian." Even Sebastian probably didn't really want to get Blaine expelled, and besides, it wasn't a story he would come across very well in.

"I hope you're right." He kissed Blaine and said, "I wish I didn't have to leave."

"You don't! You can't leave now, daddy!"

"I can't stick around after that."

"But...but that was so hot, how you took care of Sebastian for me, and I've never needed you to fuck me more than I do right now, please, daddy!"

Mr. Evans pulled him in closer so Blaine could feel how hard he was too. "Jesus, Blaine," he said. "You know I can't say no when you ask me like that."

"Thank you, daddy!" Blaine stripped off his clothes and went straight for the bed, putting his ass up in the air to be fucked. Mr. Evans groaned as he took off his own clothes and joined him.

He didn't speak, he just worked him open quickly with his fingers and some lube. And then he was pushing in, rougher and more abruptly than he had before. It almost hurt, and Blaine was amazed to discover that the almost-pain was in fact the same as intense pleasure. "God, daddy, please," he said. And then Mr. Evans was nailing him, over and over, not pausing for even a second, hitting that spot in him every fucking time. Blaine didn't even have to touch his cock, and Mr. Evans didn't have to touch it for him, and he was coming undone, screaming into his pillow, clenching around his daddy's cock, jizzing onto his bedspread. "Please, daddy," he said when he was finally able to stop screaming for a second, "please come in me."

And he did. Blaine felt his cock grow and explode inside him, he felt his insides get painted with the same hot, gooey liquid his face had been painted with earlier. He collapsed, and Mr. Evans collapsed right on top of him, not even pulling out.

Blaine would have stayed like that all night...and all the next day and forever if he could have. But Mr. Evans stood up after a few minutes, and Blaine realized sadly that he probably had to get home to his family.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Mr. Evans get dressed. "So I still belong to you, right?"

"Of course you do, sweetheart." Mr. Evans finished dressing and kissed the top of his head. "I really do have to go now."

"But I'll see you again?"

"You'll see me again, baby. I promise." He kissed Blaine once more and then left. Blaine hoped he was telling the truth, because he didn't know what he'd do without his daddy.