The following are a few drabbles that I wrote to supplement the fic that I wrote for the Blaine Exchange, which you can find here.

1. "Fine, just don't let me catch you fucking in the pantry again," Blaine says.

"We weren't fucking, he was giving me a blowjob. Has it been so long that you don't know the difference anymore?" Everett teases.

Everett's back slammed painfully into the edge of a shelf and he heard a couple cans topple and roll around behind him. None of that mattered, though, as soon as Cameron's mouth crashed into his, nipping and licking at his lips fiercely as he clawed at his belt. Everett reached for the button on Cameron's pants but got his hand immediately slapped away. Cameron gave him one more biting kiss before he slid to the floor before him and pressed his face against the hard bulge in Everett's jeans.

Everett nudged his hips forward and reached for the button on his own jeans this time, anything to speed this process along, but Cameron knocked his hand away again and pushed his hips back until he was half sitting on one of the shelves behind him. A few more cans went rolling off the shelf and tumbled to the floor and he just knew that Blaine would find out about this because he would never be able to match his brother's crazy organization system when he cleaned this all up.

Cameron placed an open mouthed kiss right over the head of his dick and he could feel Cameron's hot breath even through the layers of denim and underwear. Everett growled at his boyfriend's teasing and wound his hands into his hair, tugging him close and desperate for more.

"Cam, please."

Cameron tsked under his breath but finally, finally unzipped his jeans and pulled his briefs down, his dick bobbing out and brushing across Cameron's lips. The light coming from the crack under the door was just enough to allow Everett to see Cameron's tongue swipe across his lips before he lunged forward and took his cock into his hot, wet mouth and then Everett couldn't see anything except the backs of his eyelids.

He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet but the feel of Cameron's mouth on him, his tongue dancing along the underside of his cock and the slow and steady suction was too much and Everett let out a low and broken moan. Cameron pinched him, hard, on his thigh and he tugged on Cameron's hair in retaliation. It was one moan, no one would to hear them.

The door opened then, because Everett is never right about anything, and Blaine stood there, framed by the doorway and wide-eyed in shock. He blindly grabbed a can of non-dairy creamer and slammed the pantry door shut again.

Cameron pulled off of him with a lewd pop and asked, "Should I stop?"

That had to be the stupidest question he has ever heard. My boyfriend is an idiot, he thought. Thankfully, he was excellent at sucking cock, so Everett guided him by his hair and sighed happily when Cameron's mouth slid over him once again.

2. It starts with another photo, a lot less blurry this time, but taken from further away. It's Everett and Cameron, making out in what looks like the alley behind the café.

Everett tugged Cameron closer by the front of his shirt and together they bumped into the alley wall, their lips and tongues colliding and their hands roaming each other's bodies, desperate for more contact. Everett slipped his hands underneath Cameron's shirt and scratched at the smooth skin of his back, needing to get closer, to feel him inside and out. Cameron nudged his hips closer and Everett could feel him, hard and thick against his hip.

He reached for the button on Cameron's jeans but before he could make any progress, Cameron knocked his hand away and stepped back, looking around the alley.

"What's wrong?" Everett asked, reaching to pull him close again.

"Didn't you hear that?" Cameron said, stepping out further into the alley to peer around a dumpster.

"I didn't hear anything except you panting for more. So get over here so I can give you more."

"I swear I heard something," Cameron said, falling back into the circle of Everett's arms.

"Would it make you feel better if we went inside? Blaine should be busy out front for the rest of the night. We can use his office," Everett offered, pressing a kiss to Cameron's jaw.

Cameron considered that for a moment, then said, "Will you fuck me over his desk?"

"Of course, baby."

He didn't know why he didn't think of it sooner. Defiling his brother's desk was a much better idea than alley sex. Cameron seemed to agree. He almost pulled his arm out of his socket dragging him back inside.

3. Coda

Blaine pointed the shower head until the water sprayed against the wall before sinking slowly to his knees. Jesse threaded his fingers into Blaine's hair, greedy for the feel of Blaine's lips around his cock, and Blaine was happy to oblige. He wrapped one hand around the base and leaned forward to slide his lips over the slick tip. He flicked his tongue over the ridge of the head and Jesse's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer and pushing further into Blaine's mouth until his lips met his hand.

"You should have just given me your number the first time I asked. We could have been doing this for weeks," Jesse said, rocking in and out of Blaine's mouth with small movements.

Blaine grabbed his hip to hold him still and hummed noncommittally around Jesse's cock. He was exaggerating. It had been maybe a week and a half since Blaine first turned him down. He sucked harder and sank down a little further in hopes that maybe that would shut Jesse up. Jesse moaned quietly and Blaine looked up at him through his eyelashes to see Jesse with his head tipped back and his lower lip between his teeth, exactly how he wanted him.

There was a knock on the door, immediately followed by the door opening and a shift in air pressure. Wasn't the point of knocking to wait and see if the person inside would allow you to come in? Blaine tried to pull off, to scramble away to a less compromising position, but Jesse held him there, unable to do anything but feel the stretch of his lips around Jesse's cock.

"Blaine, is my necklace in there? I think I left it on the-" The shower curtain moved aside and Everett's head appeared. His eyes widened and then slammed shut, his hand going over them for good measure. "Jesus, I'm glad you guys finally hooked up but next time lock the door, okay? Is my necklace on hanging on the shower caddy? I'm running late for work."

Jesse wordlessly placed the black cord pendant into Everett's outstretched hand and Everett disappeared again, muttering about social boundaries.

Once he was gone, Blaine pushed Jesse's restraining hand away to yell after him, "Serves you right!"

"Could you focus, here?" Jesse asked. "We were kind of in the middle of something."

"Absolutely. Let me get right back to sucking your cock, Mr. St. James," Blaine said with an eye roll.

"That was sarcasm, wasn't it? I think I liked you better as an adoring fan," Jesse said, turning away to reach for the shampoo.

"I may no longer be in awe of your fame," Blaine told him, tugging him back into position "but I happen to still be a big fan of your cock."

His mouth slid back down over him and Jesse tangled his hand in Blaine's hair again while Blaine set out to prove just how adoring he could be.