we can do this all night

Hunter Clarington 20 yrs old - junior A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way. Delta Psi Beta brother

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RUSH WEEK — KUNTER 👬

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deltakurt:

Kurt’s eyebrows rose and his lips quirked into an amused smirk at the loose handshake of the other boy. It was no comparison to the firm one from the boy that held his attention - the one that made him wonder what else those hands could do well. The two boys seemed to have their clear differences, though the amount of alcohol consumed surely took a part in that. He watched as Sebastian walked away before turning back to Hunter.

“Does he always get that wasted?” He laughed, soft but audible. “Nothing to be sorry about. It’s like something out of a college teen movie. Drunk fraternity brothers chasing freshmen girls and waking up with Sharpie on their face. It’s not like it’s totally unexpected. I didn’t realize you were so selective.” 

His eyebrows rose again and he considered how his friendship with Sam would change if he got into the house and Kurt didn’t. The boys tone certainly made it sound like Sam had a good chance, while his might be more slim. That wasn’t necessarily surprising either, as Kurt had never had much of an easy time fitting into the same crowds as his friend did. That thought changed when he saw the look in Hunter’s eyes as they very clearly mapped him out.

“I might have a few questions.” He set down his drink and stepped closer, dropping his voice to a lower register. “But, you know, if you just wanted to get me in your bed, you could have just asked.” Kurt met his eyes with a smirk before stepping around him and heading for the stairs. His foot met the first step and he turned to look back at Hunter. “You coming?”

“At parties, yes. Every day, no. Sebastian is typically well behaved – at least as well behaved as he could actually be. It’s just rush week is practically a celebration to us and we enjoy having the time of our lives during it. That’s what we like to show the freshman. We don’t want them to see all the hard work that comes with being one of us just yet – they wouldn’t want to join then.” Hunter winked at the boy then looked past him to see a group getting a little rowdy. Normally he would be the one to step in and tell them all that they needed to settle down before campus police was called. Tonight didn’t seemed to be one of those nights though. Someone else would have to take care of that though as Hunter’s attention was locked onto the fact that Kurt was moving a little closer.

“Now where’s the fun in that? If you just ask someone to your bed, you miss all the delightfully fun back and forth until they realize that you do want them in your bed.” He watched the other boy pull away and if Hunter had been a little more tipsy, he would have insisted that it was perfectly alright to just make out down here – screw the few extra seconds it would take to get up to the bedroom. However, there was the chance that if he played his cards right, he would get more than a make-out session and he desperately wanted to peel this other boy out of the jeans that looked way too tight to be comfortable.

Following close behind, Hunter hurried up the stairs until he was leading Kurt into a bedroom upstairs at the end of the hall. “This would be my room. It’s the biggest as, technically speaking, this is my frathouse until I graduate or someone is stupid enough to try and take it from me.” Closing the door behind them, Hunter then grabbed ahold of the other boy and pressed him against the door, reaching down to take hold of Kurt’s thighs. He urged the boy to wrap his legs around Hunter’s waist as was pressed against the solid surface of the door.

“You ever been fucked in a frat house before?”

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RUSH WEEK — KUNTER 👬

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“I didn’t say the rowdiness was unappealing. My friend and I,” he glanced around, catching Sam’s blonde head now on the other side of the room. “Sam. We came here because it looked like a good time. Much better than the houses down the way that seem to have some kind of placed noise restriction. There’s something much more appealing about a group that knows how to have some fun. Sam wants to party and I just want to get out of our dorm for more than classes and wandering around town like a couple of tourists.“ Kurt smiled and lifted his cup back to his lips, tapping the plastic with his fingers to the beat of the music. 

“So, I suppose you could say we’re considering pledging here, yes. I can see where inviting members of the female population would be positive. While I may not see them in the same… light as some of the other boys, I can definitely see how they might attract the potential pledges you’re looking for here.”

At the appearance of someone that Kurt assumed was a brother or friend of his recent acquaintance, he took a drink and let his gaze drift from the pair to land back on Sam. He wasn’t exactly having a bad time, but standing against a wall wasn’t really how he’d expected to spend the evening. At least Sam was having a good time - grinding on the girl he’d drifted away with, the biggest grin on his face that Kurt had seen since they’d arrived on campus last Fall. Leaving a girlfriend behind had left Sam in a bit of a depressive state that Kurt had been trying months to mend. There was no doubting that this experience would be convincing enough for Sam’s joining the fraternity. Kurt would take a little more urging. Though, he wasn’t entirely prepared to give his best friend up without at least giving the whole idea a chance. He was pulled from his brief stupor by the voice of the boy in front of him - now boys. 

“Kurt,” he smiled, leaving it at that. Hearing ‘Hummel’ usually left people asking about his father’s stance in politics and that wasn’t a conversation he was particularly interested in having at this very moment. If he decided to try rushing for the fraternity, he’d rather do it as just Kurt. Not the senator’s son. Lips pressed into a closed-lip smile, he extended a hand. Not entirely casual, but he had picked up something at the dinners his father was always dragging him to. “It’s a pleasure. Though, I didn’t exactly catch your name either.” Of course not. He’d been too caught up in the constellations across the boy’s neck and the way that jawline could cut ice.

“Kurt. It is very nice to meet you then.”

Hunter smiled at the extension of the hand. He had been to many a formal event where this move was second nature to him and it seemed he wasn’t the only one. Taking the hand, Hunter gave him a firm shake followed by Sebastian trying to do the same though it was looser and off center due to the boy’s intoxication. “I’m Hunter Clarington and this is Sebastian Smythe. We’ve been members here at this fraternity since we were freshman ourselves so rush week has always been sort of special to us.” Feeling the weight of his best friend against him, Hunter gave Sebastian a tiny push and smiled. “Bas, why don’t you go find Duval and see if he needs any help giving some of the new pledges a tour.” It was easier to get his friend to listen when he was drunk and soon enough Sebastian was well on his way to complete the task.

“Sorry about that. It seems rush week gets to our boys here just as much as it gets to everyone else on campus. Not that I blame them, of course. Being a delta is something to be desired by many around here, but not everyone gets to. That’s also why we host these sort of events – easier to vet out those just not meant to be part of our little family here. Your friend over there seems to be fitting in just well. I’m sure he will make a great pledge for the house. As for you –“Hunter let his gaze drift up and down Kurt once more, taking in every area that the boy’s clothes hugged tight to his frame.

“You, however, I may need to get to know you a little better to find out if you’re really delta material.” There was a bit of a predatory look in Hunter’s eyes as they met Kurt’s. “Care to join me upstairs? I’m sure I can answer any questions you might have about the frat up there.”

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RUSH WEEK — KUNTER 👬

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deltakurt :

Dark and brooding, those eyes drew Kurt in and he knew that he wasn’t the first - boy or girl - that had looked into them and wondered just how long it would take to wonder up the stairs of the frat house and have his clothes ripped off (though, even in his mind, he would hope carefully). The boy was far enough away that the effect didn’t warrant much of a reaction, but his lips parted in an astonished ‘oh’ when he realized those eyes that had caught his attention were moving closer. 

Kurt shifted his line of vision, breaking their brief connection to travel down the body that carried him. His weaknesses lay in broad shoulders and an athletic stature, so the countertenor wasn’t disappointed when he saw the way the other boy’s shirt stretched over toned muscles, broad and tan. The speckling of marks down his neck only blowing his mind more. The things he would do to run his hands up his biceps and over those shoulders.

A small smirk pulled at his lips, a splash of red rising up his neck and onto his cheeks when the object of his admiration was standing before him. Currently distracted by the trim of his waist, it was a moment before he found his gaze shifting back to his face. Eyes still dark and still unfairly beckoning, Kurt bit his lower lip between his teeth and let the hand that still gripped his drink fall to rest at his side. The red cup hanging by the rim held by the tips of his fingers. “It’s definitely interesting,” he hummed, dispelling any of the thoughts he’d been holding of the other boy’s body as his gazed held Kurt’s attention. 

“Is it always this… rowdy? Or is this just one of those special occasions? Rush week and all. I didn’t realize there’d be so many girls.” Assuming that the other boy was gay right off the bat fit well with Kurt’s past of lusting after straight boys, but he had a feeling there was something behind that torturous stare that was looking for more than just a conversation with a potential pledge. “I’m assuming you’re a brother,” he noted, licking the residue of beer from his lips and keeping a steady gaze with that of the boy before him.

“I am, yes, and it can get a little…rowdy here, but rush week is lending itself to the commotion quite nicely.” He wanted to laugh when Kurt asked him if there were always so many girls there. It was a fraternity and unfortunately not all the boys took part in the lovely act of sleeping with other boys. However, there had been a few – a recent graduate actually – who Hunter had a few good times with while they were in the house. For the most part though, he and Sebastian were the leaders and only members on that front. “This is a fraternity. We invite the girls who come for the brothers and the beer. The girls attract the boys who see this as a fun house to stay and most of them become pledges because you see, being a delta means just about everything on this campus. There are those few times though where the more…unconventional among us are rewarded with a little guest action of our own.”

Hunter had long since accepted his sexuality, since that day back in high school when he went under the bleachers with the captain of the football team to make out and let the boy suck him off. That relationship had lasted a good month and a half – then he got bored. Following that, it was the student body president that Hunter was with for three months before finally breaking up with him in the middle of a date. Eventually Hunter was coming out to his parents so he could bring his homecoming date – quarterback of the football team and the captain’s ex-best friend – home for dinner. They hadn’t been pleased, but they did what they could to help support him and keep him safe.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself though, despite all the rowdiness. Are you looking to pledge? Maybe if you become a brother you’ll learn to love this place for its rowdiness.” Again Hunter glanced down along the boy’s body, raising his eyebrow slightly as finally it seemed Kurt’s pants were going to give him more of an outline like he wanted. His comment on the fact was cut off though as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind, giving his sides a rather hard squeeze.

“Smythe.”

He should have known that Sebastian would hit the liquor harder than normal tonight. Rush week was practically a holiday for all the brothers. It was a time to party and enjoy themselves while still having the chance to display their superiority to the potential pledges. Hunter placed a hand over his friend’s, then pulled Sebastian beside him rather than behind him. “Sebastian, this is – I’m sorry I don’t seem to know your name.”

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RUSH WEEK — KUNTER 👬

⇥ Moving from small town Ohio to the bright and shining lights of Los Angeles had proven to be a big step for Kurt Hummel. He’d always planned on going to New York after high school, but his plans didn’t work out when he received a letter of rejection from NYADA and only made it into schools close to home or on the other side of the country. There wasn’t necessarily anything wrong with Ohio; the cities were decently sized, Ohio State was an interesting campus, and Cedar Point was great. But none of it felt like independence and that was the thing that Kurt craved the most. He’d never spent more than a few days outside of the confines of Ohio and he was determined to find himself on his own. While UCLA and Los Angeles in general hadn’t been his first choice in starting his future, they were going to be enough. It helped that he had a friend at his side for the trek across the country. Sam Evans, his best male friend from home and roommate in the freshman dorms, was as excited about moving to California as Kurt would have been if they were headed for The Big Apple. 

But having Sam around helped with the transition - especially since they were now sleeping within ten feet of each other every night. They spent the first semester getting accustomed to the city and their new campus. Kurt finding the most desirable stores and coffee shops, Sam feeling out the comic book stores and local gyms. The first semester of classes was difficult, but nothing that they hadn’t expected. Kurt did well and helped Sam along in the general education classes that he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent positive about. By the time winter break came around and they were still really only friends with each other, Sam decided that it was time they expanded their social horizons. After a brief winter break in an Ohio snow storm, they returned to California ready for the new semester and glad they’d figured out their way around - for the most part. On Sam’s suggestion, they decided to check out some of the fraternities during Rush Week for the Spring semester. 

Where Sam was excited about the parties and girls, Kurt was unsure of how well he’d ever fit into that kind of environment. Sam wasn’t nervous, dressing in his usual attire and Kurt with his excessive nerves, dressed up like he was going on a first date. There were going to be guys there, after all. It was inevitable that at least one or two of them would be gay and possibly interested in making his night a little more interesting than staring at boobs and drinking booze. Clad in tight black jeans and a shirt that stretched, fitted and teal across his chest, Kurt left the freshman dorms and walked arm in arm with his best friend. They found Greek Row easily, navigating until Sam found a house that looked like a good time. If Kurt had to be here, he’d at least like to be somewhere interesting. All the houses hosted parties, but the one with the most noise and the brightest lights caught Sam’s attention span first. He practically had to drag Kurt up the steps and into the house, his boots scuffing and stumbling through the front door. Once inside and with a drink shoved unceremoniously into his hand, Kurt let himself relax - enough so that he’d lost his blonde friend to a pretty brunette with a large rack and was left to stand against a wall with peeling wallpaper. He held the red plastic cup to his lips, letting his eyes dance over the crowd before landing on a dark set of eyes that were watching him intently.

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Rush week. This was the time when all the frats and sororities down Greek Row threw the biggest parties in hopes to attract new members. Of course their house would be throwing something and of course it would turn into the biggest party. Hunter wasn’t even really sure why he bothered being shocked to begin with. That was the legacy of Delta Psi Beta after all. It also shouldn’t have surprised him when the house was filled to the brim with bodies, drinking, dancing, and laughing. How he had managed to get into the frat, he didn’t know. Actually – he did. Bringing the cup he had been holding to his lips, Hunter looked around until he saw the guilty culprit. Sebastian Smythe, best friend, confidant, rushing brother. He still remembered their freshman year like it was yesterday, practically arm in arm looking into the greek life programs. Sebastian had wanted to rush and Hunter had heard that being in a frat showed a sense of leadership and brotherhood that was rivaled by no other. Next thing he had known, they were brothers within Delta Psi Beta.

The next year, they wanted others go through the same treatment and now here was a completely new herd believing that they had what it took to be part of the house. He noticed the amount of girls that were at the house and chuckled slightly, wondering how Brody had managed to convince Sebastian to invite so many sororities over when the boy had been insisting so hard to get as many frats involved as possible. Still, there was logic in it. Girls brought guys and if there were enough girls around, freshman wanted to be part of the magic. As far as everyone else was concerned, Delta Psi was the place to be if you wanted your calendar book to be filled with dates every night. It seemed even the vice president wasn’t with enough power to change their image.

Granted, the girls did nothing for him or Sebastian, but judging by the way both brothers and non-brothers alike were grinding up against them on the floor, it worked for enough. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, some more than others as they stumbled around. Hunter really hoped that the rest of the guys had went through and put away anything that could be easily broken. It was a party, but that did not meant he was willing to sweep up shards of shattered items the next morning.

When he first saw the boy clad in black and teal, Hunter brushed over him quickly. He was just another guy in a crowd of people that Hunter really did not want to be a part of. However, a second look had him fixated on the way the shirt hugged the boy’s moderate chest. The guy wasn’t ripped, but lean looking – almost like a dancer and for a moment Hunter had to question his current type. As nice as it was to watch the guys from the football team work out in the gym, there was also something captivating about the way the shirt hugged lean but strong arms and ran down his sides to meet at a slightly thin waist. Then there was the way the jeans hung tight onto that waist along with every other piece. The legs, much like the arms, weren’t overly muscular, but there was obviously something there. Finally, Hunter’s gaze drifted a little higher to see what else the tight pants were willing to outline, chuckling softly to himself when he had been caught staring.

At first Hunter thought about letting it go and simply seeing if the boy would come to him, but judging by the way he was holding his cup and leaning against the wall, that didn’t seem like the best option. He always did have a thing for the wallflower types. There was something about knowing that he was about to rock and change their world that really got Hunter off – maybe Sebastian was rubbing off on him too much. So, making his way over to the boy, Hunter stood tall in from of him, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Enjoying the party so far?”