The Sandman Cometh 21a/40
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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A/N - I've split this chapter up into 3 parts as there's a potentially triggering issue in part B that I'll specifically warn for at the end of this part and the beginning of the next.
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Interlude
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Kurt - Friday
“Ooh, I get a free gift! Hmmm...oh, that looks too bendy. No....too pink. Ugh...too sparkly. Ooh! Lube. Sold!”
Kurt clicked the tick box for a bottle of strawberry flavored lube to accompany his other purchase. “Overnight delivery? Hell yes,” he mumbled determinedly as he finished entering his payment information into the website. “Do I want to add a DVD to my purchase? Ah, no thank you.”
“Hey, bud. Whatcha doing?” Burt asked as he popped his head into Kurt’s room.
“Hi dad. Nothing, just...ordering a new scarf but I’m all done now.”
“Good, ‘cos I need your expertise, kiddo. Can you help me out with the linguini?”
Locking the screen, Kurt shut the laptop’s lid and eased himself off his bed. “Sure.” As he followed his dad down the stairs to the kitchen he wondered if he’ll be able to keep his hands off the new vibrator he’d just purchased until he gets to school. He’s been thinking about getting it all week and with this coming week alone in the dorm room, Kurt figured he may as well take advantage of the privacy, even if he doesn’t do everything that Jeff suggested the other morning.
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Blaine - Saturday
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“You’ve grown.”
“He really hasn’t.”
“Shh, don’t listen to him, Bumble,” Mom whispered as while I leaned into her hug. “My little man is all grown up,” she said softly and hugged me tighter.
“You say that every time, mom,” I said with a chuckle as lay my head on her shoulder.
“You’ve still got some growing to do yet, Blainey,” Cooper scoffed as he wandered past us and picked up my heavy bag. “C’mon or I’m leaving you both here.”
Pulling away from my mom, we smirked at each other and rolled our eyes before she pulled me by the hand to follow after him. “Oh please, Coop. Don’t act like you’re not just as excited as I am that our boy is finally here. Now, how ‘bout we get some lunch and catch up, then later you can meet Parker.”
“Parker?”
“Haven’t I mentioned him to you, sweetie?”
“He’s the latest boy toy,” Cooper laughed as mom swatted a hand at his arm and missed. “I think this one’s even younger than me,” he chuckled as mom groaned and gripped my hand tighter.
“Oh, he is not!” she blustered, her fair cheeks flushing, making her bright blue eyes stand out in contrast to her dark hair.
I grinned at Cooper as mom’s blush continued to burn. I really missed you guys.
***
“So you’re an agent?” I ask the man sitting to mom’s left.
“No. Wait, is that what Coop told you?” Parker asked, his laden fork hovering in the air.
“Uh, yeah?”
“What?” Coop chuckled as he took a swig from his beer bottle. “It’s kinda true. You help them get gigs and they pay you. How is that not an agent, Parker?”
“I don’t get them gigs,” the tall blond admonished before turning back to me. “As such. I’m a lawyer, specializing in entertainment.”
“Yeah, entertainment,” Cooper snorted.
Mom look uncomfortable as she laid her wine glass back on the table, “Coop,” she said softly and shook her head at him.
The blue eyed lawyer shot me a small smile. “What Cooper is alluding to is that a lot of my clients work in the adult entertainment field.”
Looking over the man in his mid-thirties, I gave him a lop-sided smile and a nod. “Oh.” At least he’s wearing a nice suit. “So...like strippers and porn stars?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted with a shrug, “but usually it’s copyright infringement where content is posted on free sites without consent or contract issues between various companies fighting over an entertainer.”
“Ohhh. Okay.” Things I never thought about. And probably will never think of again. “So, how you did you meet my mom then?”
Cooper laughed loudly as my mom groaned while I sat there feeling like I’d missed the joke. Even Parker’s laughing. Great. I looked down at my plate, feeling out of place, and pushed the green beans around with my fork. I hate green beans. I wish Kurt was here.
“Sweetie, stop torturing your food. Those beans never did anything to you.”
I bet Kurt wouldn’t make me eat beans.
“To answer your question though, I met Parker at a party. Honey, was it the Valentine’s party that Ed threw or was it Tori’s?”
I stopped listening as Parker chimed in and the two started gossiping about their friends, choosing instead to watch the sky change as the sun set, making the ocean twinkle with apricot. Malibu’s pretty.
Cooper nudged me out of my daze. “So Squirt, got anything on your tourist list that you want to do this time around? We should get it done before the holiday gets here.”
“Mmm, I want to hit up the Walk of Fame again. There’s a couple of photos I’d like to take for a friend and maybe we could get tickets for a taping or something?”
“One step ahead of you, Squirt! I got us tickets for some sitcom over at Warner and I figured you could tag along to a couple of auditions I have on Monday.”
“Oh, sweetie. You’ll come with us to Frank’s Thanksgiving party won’t you?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Mom, he’s not going to want to spend time with those crazies. No offense Parker.”
I glanced at the lawyer to see him shrug off my brother’s insult.
“Besides, Squirt, I got us an invite to somewhere very special on Wednesday night. Be prepared to party hard, little bro!”
Uh oh.
“Cooper, don’t you dare break my baby. Maybe it’s not such a good idea for him to stay with you if you’re going to be a bad influence.”
“Relax, mom. I’ve got it all under control.”
Yeah, what could possibly go wrong in Burbank?
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Kurt - Sunday
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“Unf. Blaine.”
‘You’re beautiful, Kurt. You’re so fucking beautiful and you’re mine, baby.’
“Uh,” Kurt groaned as he squeezed his dick hard at fantasy Blaine’s words. “What-what do you want me to do?” he whispered as his back arched off the bed.
‘Get your fingers wet for me. Show me how you finger yourself. You want it, don’t you?’
“Yeah.”
‘I’ve got a toy for you. It’ll make you feel good, Kurt.’
Kurt slid his finger further inside his ass and wiggled it around as his other hand laid the vibrating wand over his cock. His hips bucked up as the tip of his dick twitched against it.
“Fu-uck.”
His second finger slipped in and thrust a few times as he listened to his fantasy lover speak in a husky voice.
‘It goes in here, baby and you’re gonna feel so good. Pretend it’s my cock, beautiful.’
“Want you.”
Kurt listened to the deep chuckle fade out as he shifted the slim vibrator down to his entrance, his fingers sliding out and pulling his rim wide.
The front door banged open downstairs.
“Kurt! Hey, Kurt!”
The sound of feet stomping up the stairs had Kurt jumping up and brandishing the vibrator like a sword before he realized that it was still on, he was naked and he hadn’t locked his door.
“Shit!”
Darting forward, he flicked the lock quickly and switched off the sex toy just as Finn smacked into his door with what sounded like a combination of his foot and face.
“Oof! Crap! Hey, Kurt! You wanna come and hang out with New Directions at Quinn’s?”
Kurt rolled his eyes as the he lobbed the toy onto the bed, where it rolled under the rumpled bedspread, and started to pull on his clothes. “Yeah, just give me a minute. I’ll be down in a sec.”
“That okay, Princess. We’ll wait.”
“Puck?!”
“Ye-ah?”
Kurt swept his hands through his hair, trying to get it back into place, before swinging the door open to find Puck leaning his forearm against the door frame. “H-hey. W-what are you doing here?”
“Came to pick you up. Matt Rutherford just turned up and we figured we can’t have a proper glee club reunion if you’re not around.”
“And you couldn’t have just called me?” Kurt asked Finn who was standing there looking a little sheepish.
“Oh, he did. But somebody wasn’t picking up,” Puck replied. “We didn’t interrupt anything did we?” he asked as he leaned in a little closer, checking the bedroom for signs of life.
“W-what? Of course not.”
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Blaine - Monday
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“There’s only one problem with that plan, Squirt, and that is: LA barely has public transport.”
“Really? Are you sure? Because I’m sure I’ve seen buses around.”
“Pretty sure you’re thinking of Speed, little bro.”
“What?! No, we passed bus stops yesterday.”
“Nope, didn’t see ‘em.”
“But I mentioned that one we passed a couple of block away from here on Hollywood Way.”
“Did you point it out?”
“Huh?”
“If you didn’t point, it doesn’t exist, Blainey.”
I rolled my eyes and huffed as I pulled on my shoes. Oh, for God’s sake! Would you just give it a rest?
“Don’t panic, Squirt. If I don’t book anything today, I’ll take you over to Hollywood Boulevard to take your photos, okay?”
“Cool. Thanks, Coop.”
“Don’t thank me yet, Squirt. I have a good feeling about this commercial today.”
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Kurt - Tuesday
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‘I want to suck your cock, beautiful.’
‘I love the way your taste, Kurt.’
“My turn,” Kurt whispered seductively to no one, lying on his dorm room bed half clothed.
‘Yeah? Will you suck me, baby?’
“You taste so good, Blaine.”
‘God, you’re gorgeous.’
Kurt shuddered at the imagined voice in his head as the slim vibrator worked twisting in his ass while he toyed with a finger in his mouth.
“Mnh...Bl-blaine,” he whimpered as his back bowed, finding just the right angle with the toy.
“Kurt?!” someone shouted from the hallway quickly following it up with several fast thumps to the locked door.
“No!” Kurt whined quietly as his body collapsed back onto the bed. He was this close to coming that time. Yesterday he’d been so tired he forgotten all about the vibrator and then fell asleep while talking to his roommate on the phone.
“Kurt? Are you in there?”
He sighed and pulled the toy out, rolled off the bed and found his slacks. “Yeah,” he called out in a bored voice. “Hang on.”
Opening the door, he finds Nick standing there practically jumping up and down. “Did you get Blaine’s text?” he asked excitedly.
Kurt frowned and glanced back at the phone still lying there on the desk. “Um, I haven’t checked.”
“Oh my God! He’s such a tinny bastard,” Nick exclaimed and then realizing Kurt was confused, he elaborated. “He was taking photos on La Brea or something and he’s been roped into being an extra while they shoot a commercial! I mean, some people have all the luck, right?!”
Kurt stood there, gaping and nodding his head.
“If it were you or me, we’d probably get mugged but not Blaine - he’ll probably get discovered while he’s out there or meet some famous guy who’ll fall all over himself to woo him!”
Kurt laughed weakly at Nick’s daydreaming, slightly horrified by the idea that his roommate wouldn’t return or possibly even worse, would come back with a boyfriend.
“Anyway, I was talking to the guys and we figured you’d probably be a bit lonely cooped up here all by yourself, so we were wondering if you wanted to come and hang out in Jeff’s room. We’re just gonna to do some homework and watch Hell’s Kitchen or something. You in?”
“Um...yeah, okay. I just need to get my stuff and I’ll come over soon, okay?”
“Awesome!”
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Blaine - Wednesday
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“So, Coop...what’s the big surprise tonight? I mean you made me dress up so I’m guessing it’s a party but what exactly are we doing in...wait. Where are we again?”
“Holmby Hills and chillax, Squirt. It’s all under control. We just gotta park over here and then we wait to be taken up to the house.”
“Who’s house?”
“You’ll see,” Cooper said with a grin as we got out and he locked the car up.
Fuck, I hate it when he does that. Just tell me!
“Uh uh,” he tutted. “No need to be on your phone texting Kurt all night tonight, little bro. Believe me, in a few minutes you aren’t going to believe your eyes,” he said knowingly.
“Oh, and right on time. Here’s the shuttle.”
We climbed into the white van with a bunch of other people, mostly guys but there were a couple of ladies in coats as well. I couldn’t make out much of where we were heading. It just looked like a normal neighborhood to me. Well, an affluent neighborhood but suburbia just the same. As we drove slowly up a rise, big gates swung open and the whole group fell silent as we headed up the long driveway. Where the hell are we?
A huge house came into view, lit up beautifully and it wasn’t until I’d climbed out of the van and took a look around the enormous marquee, lavishly decorated on the massive lawn that I understood exactly where I was.
“Welcome to the Playboy Mansion, Squirt!” Cooper boasted proudly as he punched me in the arm.
Oh dear God.
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I’m in hell. This is my punishment, isn’t it?
“Isn’t it great?!” Cooper beamed at me while he slung an arm around my shoulders and squeezed the bunny’s waist on the other side of him as the photographer took our photo.
“Wait! I need to get Blaine with all the girls. Closer, closer,” he waved as he held up his phone and clicked a shot of me getting squished between two sets of giant breasts.
“There! I sent it to your phone too. Thank you, ladies. C’mon, Squirt. Time to get you laid.”
Practically pushing me down the stone path towards the pool, Cooper smiled and flirted with a bevy of girls falling out of their costumes along the way. Who knew you could get a sexy pilgrim outfit?
We stopped at the games room first and finally some girl in what looked to be a Pocahontas themed bra and panties caught his eye and he swooped over to introduce himself. If nothing else, he’s certainly a charmer.
I left him there and went for a walk in the garden, trying to find the animals but gave up after stumbling on a couple of girls seemingly trying to dry hump each other into a wall and then a guy getting a blowjob from a girl who had lost her bra. Switching directions, I headed back the way I’d come, sending Kurt the photo Cooper had taken with the message, ‘Pray for me’.
Back on a stone path, I found myself right next to the pool and heard my brother’s voice. Hoping not to get railroaded into smooching a girl, I ducked into what looked to be a bathroom as my phone buzzed in my hand.
From Kurt
Good grief, Blaine. Are you where I think you are! And if so, prayers won’t help you now ;)
To Kurt
‘Unfortunately, yes. Wes and David might kill me for saying this but I’ve seen enough boobage tonight to last me a lifetime. Coop’s on a mission for me to score while I’m here. Ick.’
From Kurt
‘:( Sounds awful.’
To Kurt
‘Wow, the decor’s quite depressing actually. You should see this bathroom. It looks like it belongs in a seventies Ukrainian ski resort.’
From Kurt
‘Not depressing. Gothic. There’s a difference to the discerning eye.’
To Kurt
‘My discerning eye tells me there’s tape holding the inside of the fridge together.’
From Kurt
‘There’s a fridge in the bathroom?’
To Kurt
‘I’m back in the games room now. I hate to think how much bodily fluids these giant cushions on the floor have absorbed. *shudders*’
From Kurt
‘Is there anything good?’
To Kurt
‘The outside lighting is beautiful and the pool looks gorgeous. The grotto is very pretty.’
To Kurt
‘Oops, that was a mistake! Another bathroom....so many tampons, Kurt. SO MANY!’
From Kurt
‘Hah! In the games room? ‘
To Kurt
‘In the house now. Oh, it’s the cinema room and ok, yes, the ceiling and woodwork is lovely. Uh oh it’s Coop and two girls! Gotta gox’
“Squirt! There you are. This is Brandi and her lovely friend Ami,” he said moving the tall blue eyed brunette to stand next to me. “Let go get a drink, huh?” he nodded and winked at me.
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“Your brother told me that you’re an actor too. That’s amazing. I think actors are sooo sexy,” Ami breathed into my ear while her hand slid up my thigh as we sat on Coop’s couch, waiting for him and Brandi to finish getting us drinks. It actually sounded like Brandi was sucking him off behind the kitchen island but to his credit, he still managed to pop the caps of the beer bottles without a problem.
I cleared my throat and jumped to my feet as her hand wandered a little too close to my crotch. I flashed a quick smile and held up a finger, silently asking her to give me a minute.
“Um, Coop? Can I have a word with you?” I leaned over the island a little to spy Brandi squatting down. “In private?”
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Kurt - Thanksgiving Thursday
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“So how’d you get out of it?” Kurt asked aghast at his roommate’s story of Ami and Brandi.
“I dragged him to the bedroom and reminded him that I was gay for the third time that night. And do you know what he said?! He goes, ‘so you don’t want to sleep with her?’ And I was like, ‘uh, no! Thank you but no.’ And then he acted shocked. Can you believe that? Shocked! God, sometimes he drives me crazy, you know?”
“Mm, apparently that what brothers do,” Kurt said wryly as he watched Finn inhale another slice of pie. “So other than that, Thanksgiving’s been a success then?”
“Yeah, it’s been…it’s been really nice. Staying with Coop was fun but a little crazy so I’m going to stay here with mom and her boyfriend until I fly out on Sunday. What about you? How did your day go?”
“Good,” he said as he left the kitchen and headed up to his room. “It’s-,” Kurt closed his door, “It’s been kind of strange having Finn and Carole around this year.”
“Yeah?”
“Not in a bad way. It’s just different. Um, my dad and I spent so many Thanksgivings doing our own thing for lunch and then we would drive out to see my mom’s family for dinner. I guess I’ve kinda missed that this year.”
“Kurt, it’s natural to miss your old traditions and your extended family.”
“I know but it feels like I can’t say anything. My dad’s really happy, Blaine. I don’t want to mess that up.”
“Your dad is…the most reasonable and supportive man I’ve met. He won’t be upset that you want to see your mom’s family or spend some one on one time with him. He’ll be happy that you trust him enough to be honest.”
Kurt sighed and flopped down on his bed, absentmindedly stroking his stomach. “Are you going shopping tomorrow?”
“Unlikely. I’m pretty sure mom’s going to drag me around all her friends from ‘the ladies that lunch’ set and then hopefully I can take a walk on the beach.”
“What’s her new boyfriend like?”
“He seems okay. Doesn’t have any problem with me being gay, that’s for sure, which is a point in his favor. How did the last day of school go?”
“As smoothly as you’d expect when Jeff’s around,” Kurt chuckled. “Both him and Nick hung out with me a lot this week, and Trent too. Guess they were trying to stop me from being too mopey.”
“You were moping?”
“Well, yeah. I-I miss you,” Kurt added hesitantly. “You’re my best friend,” he said quietly.
“Kurt, I-uh. Yeah, of course, I miss you too...still, I’ll be there on Monday so I’ll see you at lunch, as usual.”
Kurt cleared his throat. “Uh, yes. Absolutely. Well, I should go...”
“Okay. Have fun using your ninja skills on innocent shoppers tomorrow. ‘Night, Kurt.”
“G’night, Blaine.”
Kurt ended the call and slid his cell phone onto the night stand. Hopping up, he headed for the bathroom to do his skincare routine before turning in.
***
‘I’m missing you so much right now.’
“Kiss me,” Kurt whispered.
‘It almost makes me want to come back early. Almost.’
“Are you going to watch me?” he asked, tugging on his already leaking cock.
‘Of course. You are the sweetest, most gorgeous boy I’ve ever seen.’
“You wanna see?” he sighed as he slipped the slowly buzzing toy inside himself.
‘Show me your pretty little hole, Kurt.’
“Oh Blaine.”
Kurt fucked himself on the skinny vibrator, sliding in and out tortuously slow as he pumped his dick double time. Barely vibrating and almost silent, Kurt twisted the blue wand on the drag out and arched off the bed as he passed over his sensitive prostate.
“Fuck,” his quiet voice wavered. “Mo-ore.”
Easing back and forth over just the right spot, Kurt’s body twitched and jerked as come erupted in a fountain over his stomach and chest. “Ahhh, B-Blay-Blaine.”
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A/N - I’m warning for an explicit POV of a non-con experience in Twenty One B (not involving Kurt) as well as underage drinking. If you’d like to skip over Blaine’s Friday and the fall out on Saturday then click on Twenty One C which picks up on Kurt’s Sunday.
Part Twenty One B>> Blaine's Friday and Saturday - Warning: Contains an explicit POV of a non-con experience and the fallout. To skip this choose the link below instead.
Part Twenty One C>> Kurt's Sunday
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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A/N - I've split this chapter up into 3 parts as there's a potentially triggering issue in part B that I'll specifically warn for at the end of this part and the beginning of the next.
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Interlude
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Kurt - Friday
“Ooh, I get a free gift! Hmmm...oh, that looks too bendy. No....too pink. Ugh...too sparkly. Ooh! Lube. Sold!”
Kurt clicked the tick box for a bottle of strawberry flavored lube to accompany his other purchase. “Overnight delivery? Hell yes,” he mumbled determinedly as he finished entering his payment information into the website. “Do I want to add a DVD to my purchase? Ah, no thank you.”
“Hey, bud. Whatcha doing?” Burt asked as he popped his head into Kurt’s room.
“Hi dad. Nothing, just...ordering a new scarf but I’m all done now.”
“Good, ‘cos I need your expertise, kiddo. Can you help me out with the linguini?”
Locking the screen, Kurt shut the laptop’s lid and eased himself off his bed. “Sure.” As he followed his dad down the stairs to the kitchen he wondered if he’ll be able to keep his hands off the new vibrator he’d just purchased until he gets to school. He’s been thinking about getting it all week and with this coming week alone in the dorm room, Kurt figured he may as well take advantage of the privacy, even if he doesn’t do everything that Jeff suggested the other morning.
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Blaine - Saturday
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“You’ve grown.”
“He really hasn’t.”
“Shh, don’t listen to him, Bumble,” Mom whispered as while I leaned into her hug. “My little man is all grown up,” she said softly and hugged me tighter.
“You say that every time, mom,” I said with a chuckle as lay my head on her shoulder.
“You’ve still got some growing to do yet, Blainey,” Cooper scoffed as he wandered past us and picked up my heavy bag. “C’mon or I’m leaving you both here.”
Pulling away from my mom, we smirked at each other and rolled our eyes before she pulled me by the hand to follow after him. “Oh please, Coop. Don’t act like you’re not just as excited as I am that our boy is finally here. Now, how ‘bout we get some lunch and catch up, then later you can meet Parker.”
“Parker?”
“Haven’t I mentioned him to you, sweetie?”
“He’s the latest boy toy,” Cooper laughed as mom swatted a hand at his arm and missed. “I think this one’s even younger than me,” he chuckled as mom groaned and gripped my hand tighter.
“Oh, he is not!” she blustered, her fair cheeks flushing, making her bright blue eyes stand out in contrast to her dark hair.
I grinned at Cooper as mom’s blush continued to burn. I really missed you guys.
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“So you’re an agent?” I ask the man sitting to mom’s left.
“No. Wait, is that what Coop told you?” Parker asked, his laden fork hovering in the air.
“Uh, yeah?”
“What?” Coop chuckled as he took a swig from his beer bottle. “It’s kinda true. You help them get gigs and they pay you. How is that not an agent, Parker?”
“I don’t get them gigs,” the tall blond admonished before turning back to me. “As such. I’m a lawyer, specializing in entertainment.”
“Yeah, entertainment,” Cooper snorted.
Mom look uncomfortable as she laid her wine glass back on the table, “Coop,” she said softly and shook her head at him.
The blue eyed lawyer shot me a small smile. “What Cooper is alluding to is that a lot of my clients work in the adult entertainment field.”
Looking over the man in his mid-thirties, I gave him a lop-sided smile and a nod. “Oh.” At least he’s wearing a nice suit. “So...like strippers and porn stars?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted with a shrug, “but usually it’s copyright infringement where content is posted on free sites without consent or contract issues between various companies fighting over an entertainer.”
“Ohhh. Okay.” Things I never thought about. And probably will never think of again. “So, how you did you meet my mom then?”
Cooper laughed loudly as my mom groaned while I sat there feeling like I’d missed the joke. Even Parker’s laughing. Great. I looked down at my plate, feeling out of place, and pushed the green beans around with my fork. I hate green beans. I wish Kurt was here.
“Sweetie, stop torturing your food. Those beans never did anything to you.”
I bet Kurt wouldn’t make me eat beans.
“To answer your question though, I met Parker at a party. Honey, was it the Valentine’s party that Ed threw or was it Tori’s?”
I stopped listening as Parker chimed in and the two started gossiping about their friends, choosing instead to watch the sky change as the sun set, making the ocean twinkle with apricot. Malibu’s pretty.
Cooper nudged me out of my daze. “So Squirt, got anything on your tourist list that you want to do this time around? We should get it done before the holiday gets here.”
“Mmm, I want to hit up the Walk of Fame again. There’s a couple of photos I’d like to take for a friend and maybe we could get tickets for a taping or something?”
“One step ahead of you, Squirt! I got us tickets for some sitcom over at Warner and I figured you could tag along to a couple of auditions I have on Monday.”
“Oh, sweetie. You’ll come with us to Frank’s Thanksgiving party won’t you?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Mom, he’s not going to want to spend time with those crazies. No offense Parker.”
I glanced at the lawyer to see him shrug off my brother’s insult.
“Besides, Squirt, I got us an invite to somewhere very special on Wednesday night. Be prepared to party hard, little bro!”
Uh oh.
“Cooper, don’t you dare break my baby. Maybe it’s not such a good idea for him to stay with you if you’re going to be a bad influence.”
“Relax, mom. I’ve got it all under control.”
Yeah, what could possibly go wrong in Burbank?
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Kurt - Sunday
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“Unf. Blaine.”
‘You’re beautiful, Kurt. You’re so fucking beautiful and you’re mine, baby.’
“Uh,” Kurt groaned as he squeezed his dick hard at fantasy Blaine’s words. “What-what do you want me to do?” he whispered as his back arched off the bed.
‘Get your fingers wet for me. Show me how you finger yourself. You want it, don’t you?’
“Yeah.”
‘I’ve got a toy for you. It’ll make you feel good, Kurt.’
Kurt slid his finger further inside his ass and wiggled it around as his other hand laid the vibrating wand over his cock. His hips bucked up as the tip of his dick twitched against it.
“Fu-uck.”
His second finger slipped in and thrust a few times as he listened to his fantasy lover speak in a husky voice.
‘It goes in here, baby and you’re gonna feel so good. Pretend it’s my cock, beautiful.’
“Want you.”
Kurt listened to the deep chuckle fade out as he shifted the slim vibrator down to his entrance, his fingers sliding out and pulling his rim wide.
The front door banged open downstairs.
“Kurt! Hey, Kurt!”
The sound of feet stomping up the stairs had Kurt jumping up and brandishing the vibrator like a sword before he realized that it was still on, he was naked and he hadn’t locked his door.
“Shit!”
Darting forward, he flicked the lock quickly and switched off the sex toy just as Finn smacked into his door with what sounded like a combination of his foot and face.
“Oof! Crap! Hey, Kurt! You wanna come and hang out with New Directions at Quinn’s?”
Kurt rolled his eyes as the he lobbed the toy onto the bed, where it rolled under the rumpled bedspread, and started to pull on his clothes. “Yeah, just give me a minute. I’ll be down in a sec.”
“That okay, Princess. We’ll wait.”
“Puck?!”
“Ye-ah?”
Kurt swept his hands through his hair, trying to get it back into place, before swinging the door open to find Puck leaning his forearm against the door frame. “H-hey. W-what are you doing here?”
“Came to pick you up. Matt Rutherford just turned up and we figured we can’t have a proper glee club reunion if you’re not around.”
“And you couldn’t have just called me?” Kurt asked Finn who was standing there looking a little sheepish.
“Oh, he did. But somebody wasn’t picking up,” Puck replied. “We didn’t interrupt anything did we?” he asked as he leaned in a little closer, checking the bedroom for signs of life.
“W-what? Of course not.”
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Blaine - Monday
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“There’s only one problem with that plan, Squirt, and that is: LA barely has public transport.”
“Really? Are you sure? Because I’m sure I’ve seen buses around.”
“Pretty sure you’re thinking of Speed, little bro.”
“What?! No, we passed bus stops yesterday.”
“Nope, didn’t see ‘em.”
“But I mentioned that one we passed a couple of block away from here on Hollywood Way.”
“Did you point it out?”
“Huh?”
“If you didn’t point, it doesn’t exist, Blainey.”
I rolled my eyes and huffed as I pulled on my shoes. Oh, for God’s sake! Would you just give it a rest?
“Don’t panic, Squirt. If I don’t book anything today, I’ll take you over to Hollywood Boulevard to take your photos, okay?”
“Cool. Thanks, Coop.”
“Don’t thank me yet, Squirt. I have a good feeling about this commercial today.”
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Kurt - Tuesday
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‘I want to suck your cock, beautiful.’
‘I love the way your taste, Kurt.’
“My turn,” Kurt whispered seductively to no one, lying on his dorm room bed half clothed.
‘Yeah? Will you suck me, baby?’
“You taste so good, Blaine.”
‘God, you’re gorgeous.’
Kurt shuddered at the imagined voice in his head as the slim vibrator worked twisting in his ass while he toyed with a finger in his mouth.
“Mnh...Bl-blaine,” he whimpered as his back bowed, finding just the right angle with the toy.
“Kurt?!” someone shouted from the hallway quickly following it up with several fast thumps to the locked door.
“No!” Kurt whined quietly as his body collapsed back onto the bed. He was this close to coming that time. Yesterday he’d been so tired he forgotten all about the vibrator and then fell asleep while talking to his roommate on the phone.
“Kurt? Are you in there?”
He sighed and pulled the toy out, rolled off the bed and found his slacks. “Yeah,” he called out in a bored voice. “Hang on.”
Opening the door, he finds Nick standing there practically jumping up and down. “Did you get Blaine’s text?” he asked excitedly.
Kurt frowned and glanced back at the phone still lying there on the desk. “Um, I haven’t checked.”
“Oh my God! He’s such a tinny bastard,” Nick exclaimed and then realizing Kurt was confused, he elaborated. “He was taking photos on La Brea or something and he’s been roped into being an extra while they shoot a commercial! I mean, some people have all the luck, right?!”
Kurt stood there, gaping and nodding his head.
“If it were you or me, we’d probably get mugged but not Blaine - he’ll probably get discovered while he’s out there or meet some famous guy who’ll fall all over himself to woo him!”
Kurt laughed weakly at Nick’s daydreaming, slightly horrified by the idea that his roommate wouldn’t return or possibly even worse, would come back with a boyfriend.
“Anyway, I was talking to the guys and we figured you’d probably be a bit lonely cooped up here all by yourself, so we were wondering if you wanted to come and hang out in Jeff’s room. We’re just gonna to do some homework and watch Hell’s Kitchen or something. You in?”
“Um...yeah, okay. I just need to get my stuff and I’ll come over soon, okay?”
“Awesome!”
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Blaine - Wednesday
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“So, Coop...what’s the big surprise tonight? I mean you made me dress up so I’m guessing it’s a party but what exactly are we doing in...wait. Where are we again?”
“Holmby Hills and chillax, Squirt. It’s all under control. We just gotta park over here and then we wait to be taken up to the house.”
“Who’s house?”
“You’ll see,” Cooper said with a grin as we got out and he locked the car up.
Fuck, I hate it when he does that. Just tell me!
“Uh uh,” he tutted. “No need to be on your phone texting Kurt all night tonight, little bro. Believe me, in a few minutes you aren’t going to believe your eyes,” he said knowingly.
“Oh, and right on time. Here’s the shuttle.”
We climbed into the white van with a bunch of other people, mostly guys but there were a couple of ladies in coats as well. I couldn’t make out much of where we were heading. It just looked like a normal neighborhood to me. Well, an affluent neighborhood but suburbia just the same. As we drove slowly up a rise, big gates swung open and the whole group fell silent as we headed up the long driveway. Where the hell are we?
A huge house came into view, lit up beautifully and it wasn’t until I’d climbed out of the van and took a look around the enormous marquee, lavishly decorated on the massive lawn that I understood exactly where I was.
“Welcome to the Playboy Mansion, Squirt!” Cooper boasted proudly as he punched me in the arm.
Oh dear God.
***
I’m in hell. This is my punishment, isn’t it?
“Isn’t it great?!” Cooper beamed at me while he slung an arm around my shoulders and squeezed the bunny’s waist on the other side of him as the photographer took our photo.
“Wait! I need to get Blaine with all the girls. Closer, closer,” he waved as he held up his phone and clicked a shot of me getting squished between two sets of giant breasts.
“There! I sent it to your phone too. Thank you, ladies. C’mon, Squirt. Time to get you laid.”
Practically pushing me down the stone path towards the pool, Cooper smiled and flirted with a bevy of girls falling out of their costumes along the way. Who knew you could get a sexy pilgrim outfit?
We stopped at the games room first and finally some girl in what looked to be a Pocahontas themed bra and panties caught his eye and he swooped over to introduce himself. If nothing else, he’s certainly a charmer.
I left him there and went for a walk in the garden, trying to find the animals but gave up after stumbling on a couple of girls seemingly trying to dry hump each other into a wall and then a guy getting a blowjob from a girl who had lost her bra. Switching directions, I headed back the way I’d come, sending Kurt the photo Cooper had taken with the message, ‘Pray for me’.
Back on a stone path, I found myself right next to the pool and heard my brother’s voice. Hoping not to get railroaded into smooching a girl, I ducked into what looked to be a bathroom as my phone buzzed in my hand.
From Kurt
Good grief, Blaine. Are you where I think you are! And if so, prayers won’t help you now ;)
To Kurt
‘Unfortunately, yes. Wes and David might kill me for saying this but I’ve seen enough boobage tonight to last me a lifetime. Coop’s on a mission for me to score while I’m here. Ick.’
From Kurt
‘:( Sounds awful.’
To Kurt
‘Wow, the decor’s quite depressing actually. You should see this bathroom. It looks like it belongs in a seventies Ukrainian ski resort.’
From Kurt
‘Not depressing. Gothic. There’s a difference to the discerning eye.’
To Kurt
‘My discerning eye tells me there’s tape holding the inside of the fridge together.’
From Kurt
‘There’s a fridge in the bathroom?’
To Kurt
‘I’m back in the games room now. I hate to think how much bodily fluids these giant cushions on the floor have absorbed. *shudders*’
From Kurt
‘Is there anything good?’
To Kurt
‘The outside lighting is beautiful and the pool looks gorgeous. The grotto is very pretty.’
To Kurt
‘Oops, that was a mistake! Another bathroom....so many tampons, Kurt. SO MANY!’
From Kurt
‘Hah! In the games room? ‘
To Kurt
‘In the house now. Oh, it’s the cinema room and ok, yes, the ceiling and woodwork is lovely. Uh oh it’s Coop and two girls! Gotta gox’
“Squirt! There you are. This is Brandi and her lovely friend Ami,” he said moving the tall blue eyed brunette to stand next to me. “Let go get a drink, huh?” he nodded and winked at me.
***
“Your brother told me that you’re an actor too. That’s amazing. I think actors are sooo sexy,” Ami breathed into my ear while her hand slid up my thigh as we sat on Coop’s couch, waiting for him and Brandi to finish getting us drinks. It actually sounded like Brandi was sucking him off behind the kitchen island but to his credit, he still managed to pop the caps of the beer bottles without a problem.
I cleared my throat and jumped to my feet as her hand wandered a little too close to my crotch. I flashed a quick smile and held up a finger, silently asking her to give me a minute.
“Um, Coop? Can I have a word with you?” I leaned over the island a little to spy Brandi squatting down. “In private?”
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Kurt - Thanksgiving Thursday
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“So how’d you get out of it?” Kurt asked aghast at his roommate’s story of Ami and Brandi.
“I dragged him to the bedroom and reminded him that I was gay for the third time that night. And do you know what he said?! He goes, ‘so you don’t want to sleep with her?’ And I was like, ‘uh, no! Thank you but no.’ And then he acted shocked. Can you believe that? Shocked! God, sometimes he drives me crazy, you know?”
“Mm, apparently that what brothers do,” Kurt said wryly as he watched Finn inhale another slice of pie. “So other than that, Thanksgiving’s been a success then?”
“Yeah, it’s been…it’s been really nice. Staying with Coop was fun but a little crazy so I’m going to stay here with mom and her boyfriend until I fly out on Sunday. What about you? How did your day go?”
“Good,” he said as he left the kitchen and headed up to his room. “It’s-,” Kurt closed his door, “It’s been kind of strange having Finn and Carole around this year.”
“Yeah?”
“Not in a bad way. It’s just different. Um, my dad and I spent so many Thanksgivings doing our own thing for lunch and then we would drive out to see my mom’s family for dinner. I guess I’ve kinda missed that this year.”
“Kurt, it’s natural to miss your old traditions and your extended family.”
“I know but it feels like I can’t say anything. My dad’s really happy, Blaine. I don’t want to mess that up.”
“Your dad is…the most reasonable and supportive man I’ve met. He won’t be upset that you want to see your mom’s family or spend some one on one time with him. He’ll be happy that you trust him enough to be honest.”
Kurt sighed and flopped down on his bed, absentmindedly stroking his stomach. “Are you going shopping tomorrow?”
“Unlikely. I’m pretty sure mom’s going to drag me around all her friends from ‘the ladies that lunch’ set and then hopefully I can take a walk on the beach.”
“What’s her new boyfriend like?”
“He seems okay. Doesn’t have any problem with me being gay, that’s for sure, which is a point in his favor. How did the last day of school go?”
“As smoothly as you’d expect when Jeff’s around,” Kurt chuckled. “Both him and Nick hung out with me a lot this week, and Trent too. Guess they were trying to stop me from being too mopey.”
“You were moping?”
“Well, yeah. I-I miss you,” Kurt added hesitantly. “You’re my best friend,” he said quietly.
“Kurt, I-uh. Yeah, of course, I miss you too...still, I’ll be there on Monday so I’ll see you at lunch, as usual.”
Kurt cleared his throat. “Uh, yes. Absolutely. Well, I should go...”
“Okay. Have fun using your ninja skills on innocent shoppers tomorrow. ‘Night, Kurt.”
“G’night, Blaine.”
Kurt ended the call and slid his cell phone onto the night stand. Hopping up, he headed for the bathroom to do his skincare routine before turning in.
***
‘I’m missing you so much right now.’
“Kiss me,” Kurt whispered.
‘It almost makes me want to come back early. Almost.’
“Are you going to watch me?” he asked, tugging on his already leaking cock.
‘Of course. You are the sweetest, most gorgeous boy I’ve ever seen.’
“You wanna see?” he sighed as he slipped the slowly buzzing toy inside himself.
‘Show me your pretty little hole, Kurt.’
“Oh Blaine.”
Kurt fucked himself on the skinny vibrator, sliding in and out tortuously slow as he pumped his dick double time. Barely vibrating and almost silent, Kurt twisted the blue wand on the drag out and arched off the bed as he passed over his sensitive prostate.
“Fuck,” his quiet voice wavered. “Mo-ore.”
Easing back and forth over just the right spot, Kurt’s body twitched and jerked as come erupted in a fountain over his stomach and chest. “Ahhh, B-Blay-Blaine.”
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A/N - I’m warning for an explicit POV of a non-con experience in Twenty One B (not involving Kurt) as well as underage drinking. If you’d like to skip over Blaine’s Friday and the fall out on Saturday then click on Twenty One C which picks up on Kurt’s Sunday.
Part Twenty One B>> Blaine's Friday and Saturday - Warning: Contains an explicit POV of a non-con experience and the fallout. To skip this choose the link below instead.
Part Twenty One C>> Kurt's Sunday