Blaine breathed into the soft towel, feeling trickles of sweat slide down his spine. Every part of him was sore, but it felt good. He couldn’t wait to go home and lie down. Maybe masturbate.
The locker-room door opened, but Blaine paid no mind. He ran the towel through his sweaty, free hair. The itch to tame his promising frizzy curls came to him then.
"Hey there," a voice said, and Blaine whipped around, startled by the sudden sound. People generally didn’t talk to him in locker-rooms, especially at school. He didn’t like the hesitant looks of straight guys. That’s why Blaine preferred to work out alone, he enjoyed the solitude.
It was the guy in the orange tank top, the only other guy in Sue’s aerobics class. He flashed Blaine the smile he did while they were working out. He was flirty and handsome, that’s for sure. Blaine returned it.
"I’ve never seen you here before," the guy continued, strolling slowly toward Blaine, his throat bobbing with each word. More beads of sweat. Blaine waited a moment before responding.
"That’s because it’s my first time," Blaine told him, turning toward his locker to retrieve his clothes. He had to head back to school in time for Glee practice.
"You were amazing for a first-timer," the guy’s voice sounded closer now. "It was impressive."
Blaine shivered because he felt a finger trace the line of his soaked tank top. “I wished I could’ve watched you the whole time. So flexible-“
Blaine swallowed nervously, tensing from the unfamiliar touch. He’d never been hit on in such a manner before, especially by a stranger in a public setting other than Scandals. He had no idea what to do.
"Thanks," Blaine muttered, turning around, holding his clothes to his chest. He gazed in the golden eyes of the stranger, following the angle of his jaw down to his lips. He licked them. Now that was distracting.
"Well I have to go-"
"Hold up," orange tank top interrupted with a mischievous grin. "I have something to give you before you leave."
Blaine held his breath as the guy dropped to his knees, fingers dipping in the waistband of Blaine’s painfully small shorts. Eyes never leaving the other, they were pulled down, and Blaine’s half hard-cock bounced against his thigh.
"Mmm," the guy hummed, taking Blaine into his rough palm, nuzzling the tip. Blaine groaned.
"I don’t normally do this," Blaine admitted with a quick gasp. "I-"
"Shhh," he hushed, taking the tip of his tongue to the head of Blaine’s fully-flushed cock, tasting him. "Just lean back and relax."
So Blaine did.