Title: Rained In Ship: KurtCoBlaine Rating: NC-17 Words: 3,100 Warnings: Andercest, double penetration, comeplay (felching), bareback
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Kurt could never pinpoint what he liked most about Blaine; he’d have an easier time deciding which of his Rag and Bone vests he’d rather throw on a fire. But one trait that always came to mind was the way he radiated his emotions. When Blaine was in a good mood, it was impossible to be anything but. He couldn’t count how many times Blaine had pulled him out of a sulk with just a hug and a handful of Grace Kelly DVDs.
But on the flip side, the days Blaine curled into himself, cut off from everyone and stewed in his bad temper were hard on everyone. Kurt would find himself frustrated over the most meaningless things, snapping at the smallest altercations. As graduation loomed like an ever-present shadow, these days became more and more frequent.
Kurt had a plan.
He made an important phone call Monday night, and early Saturday morning he was at Blaine’s door with one two simple instructions: pack a bag for an overnight trip and don’t ask questions.
Thirty minutes later they were speeding across Route 30, Blaine’s head pressed against the window, watching for upcoming road signs. Forbidden to ask questions, Blaine stated facts, watching carefully for Kurt’s reaction.
“We are going to Columbus. No. Okay, uh. Cleveland. Nope. Not Akron, surely. If we’re going to Marion you missed the turn off.”
Kurt focused on the road ahead of them.
“Seriously, Kurt. We’re not going to Pittsburgh or anyth-” he paused when he saw the corners of Kurt’s mouth twitch. “Pittsburgh? Really?” He was practically vibrating in his seat, and Kurt couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“Yes! I called Cooper. We’re staying at his place, just for a night.”
Blaine beamed and Kurt let a hand off the wheel to squeeze Blaine’s knee. Blaine covered it with his own.
Their hands stayed in that position as they passed under dark clouds, ominous and heavy. As they turned onto the exit to the city, the rain started. Sporadic fat drops that landed with a loud splat on the windshield. By the time they found Cooper’s apartment, the rain fell in earnest, drenching them as they ran to the large glass doors, held open by a doorman struggling to keep his umbrella the right way in.
Blaine led the way into the elevator, bouncing on his toes as he waited for the doors to open.
They got off at the sixteenth floor. There were two doors, but Blaine knew which one was Cooper’s. He knocked quickly.
“Blaine!” The door swung open to reveal the older brother, wearing only a pair of sweats and a smile to rival his brother’s. He hugged them both tightly and ushered them inside.
Cooper’s apartment was large and modern. High ceilings and chrome utilities, with a fantastic view of the city. Kurt gave it a mental seal of approval.
“I had a day out planned, but,” Cooper gestured to the windows. The rain was beating loud and persistent against the glass. “It’s okay, though. I have Plan B.”
Plan B turned out to be a pick from a massive DVD collection and a bottle of scotch.
They settled into Cooper’s bed, Kurt in the middle at Blaine’s insistence. They watched and drank until they were red in the face and giggling at nothing. Cooper’s fingers crept along the hem of Kurt’s shirt and Blaine’s hand dipped under his waistband simultaneously.
Kurt hadn’t planned this trip exclusively for the sex, but he wasn’t going to say no either. So when Blaine growled orders to take off his clothes and Cooper grabbed lube from the nightstand, he was more than happy to comply.
Blaine rolled Kurt towards him and seized his lips in a kiss, their tongues meeting for easy and unhurried strokes, his hand grasping at Kurt’s half-hard cock.
Behind him, Cooper was tracing patterns down Kurt’s back, slowly, so slowly, making his way down Kurt’s crack.
Kurt gasped as Cooper slid one finger inside him, the heel of his hand pressing into the swell of Kurt’s ass. He whispered quiet praises into Kurt’s ear, cut off by the sound of his own ragged breathing. “… so beautiful… take it so well… fucking tight.” One finger was joined by two, pushing in to the second knuckle then twisting, causing a pleasurable and dull burning along his hole, then all the way in. They brushed over his prostate, just lightly, just enough to tease, and Kurt grabbed tightly onto Blaine’s bicep, fingers digging in enough to bruise.
Blaine’s hand slowed to calming strokes over Kurt’s cock, the tips of his fingers running over the veins. Enough to keep the tension, but not building anymore. He looked at Kurt with dark eyes, then across to Cooper. “Kurt… can you take both of us?”
Kurt’s breath caught in his throat and he felt Cooper’s fingers freeze inside of him. Both was… both was a lot. It was daunting and scary and had the potential to go totally and completely wrong.
But it was also the closest he could be to both of them, together. It was trusting them one hundred percent and giving them everything he had.
“Okay.”
“You’re sure?” That was Cooper. Kurt twisted awkwardly, trying his best to face him while still keeping his back to him.
“Yes.” He kissed Cooper to prove his point, his tongue darting into the other’s mouth enthusiastically. Cooper’s fingers moved again, making Kurt’s back arch towards Blaine.
“Oh, fuck, Kurt.” Blaine moaned, lips attached to Kurt’s neck, and dragged two fingers down from his length, over his balls and rubbed a few massaging circles along his perineum. Cooper swallowed Kurt’s moans as Blaine ran his fingers through excess lube and paused along the rim of his hole. Blaine’s digits pressed against his brother’s, and their hands worked in time, alternating each fuck while the other pulled out, leaving Kurt full and spread out and panting for more. When Cooper added a third finger, Kurt bit down on his lip and grabbed his wrist, stilling his hand, letting himself relax around the intrusion. He focused on Blaine’s lips, still sucking red marks into his neck, and the way his tongue licked over bruises.
Cooper turned away to grab more lube and Blaine’s mouth quickly covered Kurt’s while he continued working into him, the two fingers feeling meagre inside him. The cold, wet dribble of lube over his entrance warned him of Cooper’s return, and three slick fingers lined up, waiting for Kurt’s nod before slowly and steadily pushing in. It wasn’t as bad as before, and after only a few moments he had Cooper moving again.
Kurt had thought about using a toy; he wouldn’t put it past Cooper to have a variety of sizes tucked away in a drawer somewhere, and it would do the job much quicker and cleaner. But there was something about the warm flesh, the fumbling of fingers, and the familiar slip-slide of lube that always won out against the cold, hard plastic. Unless it vibrated, of course.
It wasn’t long before the sharp sting dissolved and Kurt was pushed on top of Blaine by Cooper. His legs rested on either side of Blaine’s waist and he whimpered a little pathetically at the loss of fullness, feeling cold and exposed where he had once been burning and full.
Blaine reached down to Kurt’s ass and hoisted him up further, his fingers digging in and pulling at his cheeks, opening him up.
The mattress shifted and Kurt didn’t have to look behind him to know it was Cooper repositioning himself. He felt the hot breath over the cold liquid on his entrance and had just enough time to steel himself before Cooper’s tongue licked over him.
“Oh, yum,” he heard Cooper say. “Strawberry!”
Kurt was about to say that the lube could not possibly taste that good, but he was cut off when Cooper buried his tongue inside him. His nose pressed just below the base of Kurt’s spine and his hands gripped onto his waist. When Kurt’s knuckles turned white from clutching at the sheets, Cooper withdrew.
Kurt craned his neck, trying to figure out why he stopped. Cooper had the lube in is hand, and Kurt eyed him as he poured out a large dollop. He looked up at Kurt.
“Ready?”
Kurt nodded.
Cooper rubbed the lube between his palms quickly, warming it up before grasping at Blaine’s cock. Blaine keened underneath Kurt, and he started to feel guilty for neglecting him for so long. If he was feeling desperate, Blaine must have been absolutely aching.
The older Anderson worked Blaine over longer than strictly necessary to transfer the lube, his hand pumping up and down over his length, twisting at the head the way Blaine loved it and drawing out small gasps and moans. Kurt just loved to watch them. The way they communicated with nothing more than a look and a nod, knowing exactly when to stop and when to push for more. Not that Kurt wasn’t finely in tune with Blaine – he could tell just from the noises he was making that Cooper was running his thumb over the head of his cock and toying with the slit – but he’d never have that sixth-sense awareness that came so easy to them.
Finally, Cooper wiped the extra lube off on his thigh and guided Blaine’s cock to Kurt’s hole.
Kurt sunk down automatically, prepared well enough that he didn’t need as much time to adjust. He leaned forward, lying chest to chest with Blaine, feeling the syncopated rhythm of his heartbeat pounding against his own. They smiled at each other, a look of ‘what the hell are we doing and why didn’t we do it sooner?’ flittered between them, making them giggle. Blaine rolled his hips up as Kurt moved in for a kiss.
“Again,” Kurt breathed against Blaine’s lips.
Blaine didn’t waste any time in complying. He set up a steady rhythm, a slow tide of in and out. He wasn’t hitting that spot inside Kurt, but for now he didn’t need it. Having Blaine and the promise of what was to come had him hard as a rock and leaking pre-come.
Cooper’s finger ran along the bottom crescent of Kurt’s hole while his tongue pressed along the top, creating a new sensation that made Kurt’s stomach flutter. Occasionally, Cooper would lick along the exposed skin of Blaine’s cock.
Kurt pushed down as Blaine groaned, both needing so much more and neither with any patience. “Cooper,” they mumbled together, words heavy on their lips.
Cooper laughed, “Alright, alright,” and worked a finger inside Kurt along with Blaine’s thrust.
“Does it hurt?” Blaine asked, concerned.
“No-” He winced when Cooper began to move inside him. “A little.”
Blaine stopped his movements and placed his hands on Kurt’s forearms, rubbing soothingly up and down.
When Kurt had eased into the stretch and Blaine resumed his languid fucks, Kurt motioned for another finger. It was easier than the first one, but maybe he just knew what to expect now. It wasn’t long before he was asking for more.
“I’m going to fuck you, okay?” Cooper warned.
“Yes, please, god, anything.”
Kurt’s pulse began to race as Cooper positioned himself over the pair of them, his arms bracketing their chests and his legs tangling into theirs. He lined up at Kurt’s entrance, breathing heavily with anticipation. Slowly, he pushed in, just to the tip, and then waited.
Kurt ground his teeth, trying to ignore the pain and focus on the way Blaine’s cock brushed at his prostate with each small movement. When Cooper had thrust in all the way, it became impossible. His arms gave out and he buried his face into Blaine’s shoulder, glad they couldn’t see his face because it was screwed up with the sharp sting of too much, oh god it’s too much. Tears welled behind his eyes and he clutched painfully at Blaine, his fingers digging deep into the skin without remorse.
The brothers peppered kisses wherever they could – down his back, his neck, his shoulders – and muttered small praises in choked-off voices.
Eventually, the burning pain gave way to numb pleasure. The stretch felt fulfilling instead of overwhelming, and he pushed himself back up and rolled his hips tentatively. The sting was still there, but manageable. He repeated the movement with more emphasis and Blaine and Cooper groaned, heads lolling as though it felt too good to possibly hold them up. It probably was pretty great, Kurt thought, having their cocks pressed together so tightly inside of him like that.
It couldn’t be anything compared to what he was experiencing, though. As Blaine and Cooper took the hint and began fucking him metronomic thrusts, his nerves tingled and heart raced and he forgot to breathe.
That changed after a rough fuck hit his prostate, making him cry out loudly. He tried to sit up more, but he was blocked by Cooper.
“Oh shit, Kurt,” Blaine panicked and held on to his boyfriend. “Did that hurt? I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m so sor-“
Kurt cut him off with another roll of his hips. “Blaine, that felt amazing. Don’t stop.”
Blaine and Cooper worked faster, harder, grunting slightly as they slipped in and out of the smooth walls of Kurt’s ass. The temperature in the room seemed to rise by a hundred degrees. Beads of sweat felt like pinpricks on Kurt’s skin, forming in his hairline and down his back, and all around him the writhing figures grew hotter and slicker. It was nearly suffocating, but it was calming, in a way, having the weight of those two gorgeous men pressed against him. Kurt couldn’t do much but lie there, pinned between the two fiery bodies, and take what they were giving him.
“Kurt, fuck.” Cooper’s hips were beginning to stutter and his voice cracked in his throat. Kurt had learned that as Cooper approached his orgasm, he tended to vocalize, whereas Blaine would bite down hard on his cheek and stifle himself. “Feels so good in your little asshole, fuck. Gonna fill you up with my come-”
Kurt stopped listening when Blaine snaked a hand between them to grab at his cock, fisting over him loosely. Blaine and Cooper lost time with each other, thrusting into Kurt erratically, without any rhythm or pattern, and the mess set Kurt on edge, never sure when to expect another pass over his prostate.
It was the uncertainty that got him. His eyes clamped shut and his body seized and he came in a wave of relief, Blaine’s hand working him through.
He couldn’t tell who came next. His brain was still full of post orgasm sludge, delaying the processing time of everything around him. He was extremely aware of a low groan, however, and the tickling sensation of someone coming inside him, then another right after that.
It wasn’t until Blaine and Cooper had both pulled out and gently laid him face down on the bed that he realized how sore he would be for the next day, if not longer.
Cooper flopped onto his back, resting a hand against the small of Kurt’s back. “You were incredible, you know.” He leaned down for a small kiss, which Kurt gladly accepted.
“Where’s Bl-oh.” A set of fingers ran over his thighs then pulled his legs apart. He didn’t have to see Blaine to know what was coming next.
Blaine’s tongue circled Kurt’s hole before plunging in. Kurt held back a wince; he really should have been resting, but his cock gave a twinge of interest, trying valiantly to harden again.
Kurt laid there uselessly as Blaine licked and sucked the come from inside of him. He pulled at his cheeks and shoved his face impossibly closer, working for every inch of penetration, trying to fuck his tongue as deep as possible. Kurt squirmed under him, fighting between pushing into Blaine for more and recoiling in pain.
Blaine pulled away before Kurt could make up his mind. The wet tracks of Blaine’s tongue felt freezing as the air passed over, making him shudder and curl into himself. He rolled onto his side and watched Blaine crawl up to the head of the bed, drops of his and Cooper’s come running past his lips and down his chin. It was one of the hottest things Kurt had ever seen, and it only got better when Blaine wrapped a hand around the back of Cooper’s neck and captured his lips, pushing the come into his brother’s mouth, mixing with their spit and forming long ropes that extended between their tongues and lips. Kurt kept staring, wide eyed and open mouthed, heat crawling up his face, as the two kissed fiercely.
After a minute or an hour, Blaine and Cooper punctuated the kiss with a few quick pecks and turned their attention back to Kurt.
“Can I get you anything?” Blaine asked, running a hand through Kurt’s hair. “Water? A snack?”
“Mmmm… I could use a sandwich.”
“I’ll get it,” Cooper said, sliding off the bed. He kissed them both on the temple and walked out of the room, still naked.
Blaine curled up next to Kurt, taking his hands and looking at him in that way. The way that made Kurt’s hair stand on end. The way that made him feel like he was the only other person in the universe. “Thank you.”
Kurt smiled and rubbed his thumb over Blaine’s knuckles. “The pleasure was all mine.”
“I mean for everything, you know?” And Kurt did know. He nodded, saying more than he could hope to communicate with words.
The storm still raged outside the walls, and the approaching thunder dimmed the lights with each trembling roar. The three of them laid in bed for hours, waiting it out, feeding each other fruit and chunks of cheese, and passing around the neglected bottle of scotch. They watched the lightning streak across the sky, limbs entwined, counting the seconds until the clap of thunder chased after it. When they got antsy they turned to the others, occupying themselves with wandering hands and lips, discovering new ways to elicit moans and whimpers.
Just after midnight, when the clouds finally shifted and the moon peaked through the window, they found themselves drifting off to sleep, resting for what seemed like only minutes before Kurt’s alarm went off. Morosely, Kurt and Blaine gathered what little they had brought, hiked their backpacks over their shoulders, and said their goodbyes at Cooper’s doorway.
Blaine volunteered to drive the way back, allowing Kurt to stretch out in the backseat. Kurt closed his eyes and listened with a smile as Blaine sang along to the songs on the radio.
He knew that when they arrived back home they’d still have the same problems. He couldn’t fix the pangs of going away, couldn’t circumvent his eventual departure to New York, but as the tall building shrunk into the horizon and the sky opened up over flat fields, he felt happy knowing they’d always have these moments to get them through.