Dilemma 2/?
Pairing: Cooper/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, boypussy!Blaine, somnophilia, non-con, accidental exhibitionism, cross dressing (Cheerio uniform), drugs/alcohol.
Summary: Cooper arrives in Ohio early and stumbles across his cheerleader brother in a compromising position. One thing leads to another and he finds himself facing a quandary later that night.
A/N: In this S1 AU, Blaine is on the Cheerio squad with Kurt but they’re not together. Written, in part, for this GKM prompt.
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It turned out that Blaine was a lightweight. One beer down and his little brother was giggling and constantly shifting his weight on the barstool next to Cooper. He wondered what on earth Blaine was doing until he realized that his skirt didn’t cover the stool and that the plastic of the seat must be cold on Blaine’s bare skin. Cooper swallowed the last of his bottle and wondered how he could get closer to his brother.
“Do we have any chips?” Cooper asked as he headed for the fridge.
“Oh! Yeah, we have those Ranch ones you like! Hang on,” Blaine blurted out as he hopped off his seat enthusiastically. He stumbled on his way to the cupboard but caught himself and yanked one open.
Back at the breakfast bar, Cooper popped the lids off of two more beers and eyed Blaine's former seat, in particular, the smeared wet spot he’d unknowingly left behind. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“C’mon, let’s go watch some TV,” he suggested.
“Have you seen Jersey Shore?” Blaine burbled as he grabbed the bag triumphantly. When Cooper shook his head, his brother demanded to know what was wrong with him and then practically dragged him to the lounge.
Cooper sat himself in the middle of the couch, so Blaine would be forced to sit next to him either way.
“Here,” Blaine said as he stood close to the set and flipped through some settings until the recorded show started. Cooper took another swallow of beer. The fullness of Blaine’s perky butt cheeks were on display, peeking out from under the skirt as his younger brother started to back away from the television slowly still half crouched. “I think you’ll like this. They’re very uh, dramatic,” Blaine joked as he finally stood upright and twisted around to find a seat. Cooper patted a cushion next to him.
As Blaine plopped down beside him, Cooper flung his arm around his brother’s waist, pulling him tight against him. Blaine jerked his head back and side eyed him while he laughed.
“What’s gotten into you?” It was a little weird, Cooper knew that. They weren’t really that touchy-feely as brothers but then again, he could blame it on his homecoming.
“I just missed you,” Cooper said and let his hand fall away to rest on the couch with his fingers lying frozen against the edge of a pleat.
“Okay, yeah sure,” Blaine said in disbelief.
“You’re sixteen, right?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Y’know, when I was your age, I had a six year old brother who used to badger me to play Operation and who would get upset when my GI Joes kicked his Ken’s ass. Do you remember that?” Blaine laughed freely, leaning into Cooper’s side.
“Yeah! Oh my gosh! I’d forgotten all about my Ken doll being held hostage.”
“Do you remember what else we used to play?” Cooper asked innocently, although his motives were anything but. Blaine frowned and stared off in the distance as Cooper put their beers down.
“But you hated playing with me,” he said slowly and looked at Cooper in confusion.
“Not always,” Cooper reassured. “I did like to do…this!” His resting hand grabbed at Blaine’s waist to hold him still while the other went for the inside of his knees to tickle him.
“Ah! No, no,” Blaine screeched as he tried to roll away while laughing. His hands pushed at Cooper’s fingers skidding over his knee. “No tickling!” he demanded breathlessly as his legs started to thrash at the sensation of fingers teasing him. Giggling laughter burst out of Blaine as Cooper rolled him back onto the couch, his chest half covering him as his hand scratched softly further up Blaine's leg.
“The tickle monster needs the magic word to stop, Blainey,” Cooper warned as his hand skated around to his little brother’s inner thigh. Blaine squawked in laughing protest and his shin banged against Cooper’s thigh. Suddenly two determined hands were on Cooper’s wrist, pushing his hand away.
“Okay, okay!” Blaine heaved in a deep breath. “Uncle!” Cooper had no choice but to pull his hand away. Rules were rules after all. But the rules said nothing about lying all over your brother after he’d conceded the victory, especially if you could see right up your brother’s skirt in the reflection off the glass fronted stereo cabinet, so he stayed where he was.
“Fine. You always did give in easy.” His free hand came to rest on Blaine's stomach as he refrained from pushing his younger brother’s legs further apart. The reflected hint of a smooth split in Blaine’s pussy taunted him.
“The show’s starting,” Blaine protested and half-heartedly pointed at the television.
“Well, shush then and lemme get comfortable.” His baby brother squeaked in surprise as Cooper wriggled around to settle a little bit more on top of him and rest his head on Blaine’s chest. From this angle, Cooper could see nothing other than the shadow of his brother’s outer lips. He made sure to stay still as Blaine’s breathing stuttered uncertainly with their positioning but eventually it evened out as the show distracted him. The leg furthest from Cooper fell open as Blaine relaxed, giving him a glimpse at the barely parted puffy lips. In that moment, it took everything in him not to just give in and rut against his little brother.
Blaine laughed suddenly. Something on the show prompted a loud guffaw and Blaine’s bent leg shot up as he snorted in amusement. Cooper’s eyes were glued to the cabinet door in anticipation. He wasn’t disappointed. His younger brother dropped his leg to the floor and it splayed to the side, showing off the gape of his cunt, as Blaine continued to chuckle. Cooper, as it turned out, was so absorbed with the view and the images of touching and tasting his brother that he didn’t notice Blaine squirming under him.
“Coop,” his brother mumbled. “Just…” Blaine pushed at Cooper’s shoulders until he lifted his body up a little and his baby brother shifted his hips onto the couch a little more. “Thanks, bro.” Cooper smiled at the old term of endearment but pouted as soon as he realized the scenery he’d been admiring had shut up shop. His hips shifted against the pressure of Blaine’s thigh as his thoughts drifted again. He had to get another look. A better one next time. “Um, Coop?”
“Mm?”
“Is that your…y’know?” Cooper froze. Yeah, he was hard. He was also pressed up against the top of Blaine’s thigh just enough that to provide delicious pressure. His gaze flitted to the TV.
“The one,” he swallowed and tried to bullshit his way through being caught out with a boner while laying all over his brother. “With the boobs.”
“J Wow?”
“Uh, yeah I guess? I’m having a hard time keeping up with who’s who.”
“Oh, well I can help. See that one? That’s Snooki.” Blaine pushed him up, and struggled to sit upright. “I’m gonna fall asleep if I stay lying down.” It sounded like an excuse to Cooper and he certainly didn’t miss the furtive look that Blaine made to his crotch. Cooper licked his lips and made a move to judge his brother’s reaction, adjusting his cock in his pants and giving it a slight squeeze. The little gasp that came from next to him made his dick throb. Yeah, Blaine was definitely checking him out too.
“Finish your beer, Blainey. Dad’ll be home soon.”
“Oh. Right.” Blaine reached down and took a big gulp of the brew. He covered his mouth as he immediately belched. “Excuse me!” Cooper laughed.
“That’s right. Bottom’s up.” With any luck, that’s just the position Blaine would be in later.
Then the house phone rang.
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Part 3>>
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, boypussy!Blaine, somnophilia, non-con, accidental exhibitionism, cross dressing (Cheerio uniform), drugs/alcohol.
Summary: Cooper arrives in Ohio early and stumbles across his cheerleader brother in a compromising position. One thing leads to another and he finds himself facing a quandary later that night.
A/N: In this S1 AU, Blaine is on the Cheerio squad with Kurt but they’re not together. Written, in part, for this GKM prompt.
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***
It turned out that Blaine was a lightweight. One beer down and his little brother was giggling and constantly shifting his weight on the barstool next to Cooper. He wondered what on earth Blaine was doing until he realized that his skirt didn’t cover the stool and that the plastic of the seat must be cold on Blaine’s bare skin. Cooper swallowed the last of his bottle and wondered how he could get closer to his brother.
“Do we have any chips?” Cooper asked as he headed for the fridge.
“Oh! Yeah, we have those Ranch ones you like! Hang on,” Blaine blurted out as he hopped off his seat enthusiastically. He stumbled on his way to the cupboard but caught himself and yanked one open.
Back at the breakfast bar, Cooper popped the lids off of two more beers and eyed Blaine's former seat, in particular, the smeared wet spot he’d unknowingly left behind. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“C’mon, let’s go watch some TV,” he suggested.
“Have you seen Jersey Shore?” Blaine burbled as he grabbed the bag triumphantly. When Cooper shook his head, his brother demanded to know what was wrong with him and then practically dragged him to the lounge.
Cooper sat himself in the middle of the couch, so Blaine would be forced to sit next to him either way.
“Here,” Blaine said as he stood close to the set and flipped through some settings until the recorded show started. Cooper took another swallow of beer. The fullness of Blaine’s perky butt cheeks were on display, peeking out from under the skirt as his younger brother started to back away from the television slowly still half crouched. “I think you’ll like this. They’re very uh, dramatic,” Blaine joked as he finally stood upright and twisted around to find a seat. Cooper patted a cushion next to him.
As Blaine plopped down beside him, Cooper flung his arm around his brother’s waist, pulling him tight against him. Blaine jerked his head back and side eyed him while he laughed.
“What’s gotten into you?” It was a little weird, Cooper knew that. They weren’t really that touchy-feely as brothers but then again, he could blame it on his homecoming.
“I just missed you,” Cooper said and let his hand fall away to rest on the couch with his fingers lying frozen against the edge of a pleat.
“Okay, yeah sure,” Blaine said in disbelief.
“You’re sixteen, right?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Y’know, when I was your age, I had a six year old brother who used to badger me to play Operation and who would get upset when my GI Joes kicked his Ken’s ass. Do you remember that?” Blaine laughed freely, leaning into Cooper’s side.
“Yeah! Oh my gosh! I’d forgotten all about my Ken doll being held hostage.”
“Do you remember what else we used to play?” Cooper asked innocently, although his motives were anything but. Blaine frowned and stared off in the distance as Cooper put their beers down.
“But you hated playing with me,” he said slowly and looked at Cooper in confusion.
“Not always,” Cooper reassured. “I did like to do…this!” His resting hand grabbed at Blaine’s waist to hold him still while the other went for the inside of his knees to tickle him.
“Ah! No, no,” Blaine screeched as he tried to roll away while laughing. His hands pushed at Cooper’s fingers skidding over his knee. “No tickling!” he demanded breathlessly as his legs started to thrash at the sensation of fingers teasing him. Giggling laughter burst out of Blaine as Cooper rolled him back onto the couch, his chest half covering him as his hand scratched softly further up Blaine's leg.
“The tickle monster needs the magic word to stop, Blainey,” Cooper warned as his hand skated around to his little brother’s inner thigh. Blaine squawked in laughing protest and his shin banged against Cooper’s thigh. Suddenly two determined hands were on Cooper’s wrist, pushing his hand away.
“Okay, okay!” Blaine heaved in a deep breath. “Uncle!” Cooper had no choice but to pull his hand away. Rules were rules after all. But the rules said nothing about lying all over your brother after he’d conceded the victory, especially if you could see right up your brother’s skirt in the reflection off the glass fronted stereo cabinet, so he stayed where he was.
“Fine. You always did give in easy.” His free hand came to rest on Blaine's stomach as he refrained from pushing his younger brother’s legs further apart. The reflected hint of a smooth split in Blaine’s pussy taunted him.
“The show’s starting,” Blaine protested and half-heartedly pointed at the television.
“Well, shush then and lemme get comfortable.” His baby brother squeaked in surprise as Cooper wriggled around to settle a little bit more on top of him and rest his head on Blaine’s chest. From this angle, Cooper could see nothing other than the shadow of his brother’s outer lips. He made sure to stay still as Blaine’s breathing stuttered uncertainly with their positioning but eventually it evened out as the show distracted him. The leg furthest from Cooper fell open as Blaine relaxed, giving him a glimpse at the barely parted puffy lips. In that moment, it took everything in him not to just give in and rut against his little brother.
Blaine laughed suddenly. Something on the show prompted a loud guffaw and Blaine’s bent leg shot up as he snorted in amusement. Cooper’s eyes were glued to the cabinet door in anticipation. He wasn’t disappointed. His younger brother dropped his leg to the floor and it splayed to the side, showing off the gape of his cunt, as Blaine continued to chuckle. Cooper, as it turned out, was so absorbed with the view and the images of touching and tasting his brother that he didn’t notice Blaine squirming under him.
“Coop,” his brother mumbled. “Just…” Blaine pushed at Cooper’s shoulders until he lifted his body up a little and his baby brother shifted his hips onto the couch a little more. “Thanks, bro.” Cooper smiled at the old term of endearment but pouted as soon as he realized the scenery he’d been admiring had shut up shop. His hips shifted against the pressure of Blaine’s thigh as his thoughts drifted again. He had to get another look. A better one next time. “Um, Coop?”
“Mm?”
“Is that your…y’know?” Cooper froze. Yeah, he was hard. He was also pressed up against the top of Blaine’s thigh just enough that to provide delicious pressure. His gaze flitted to the TV.
“The one,” he swallowed and tried to bullshit his way through being caught out with a boner while laying all over his brother. “With the boobs.”
“J Wow?”
“Uh, yeah I guess? I’m having a hard time keeping up with who’s who.”
“Oh, well I can help. See that one? That’s Snooki.” Blaine pushed him up, and struggled to sit upright. “I’m gonna fall asleep if I stay lying down.” It sounded like an excuse to Cooper and he certainly didn’t miss the furtive look that Blaine made to his crotch. Cooper licked his lips and made a move to judge his brother’s reaction, adjusting his cock in his pants and giving it a slight squeeze. The little gasp that came from next to him made his dick throb. Yeah, Blaine was definitely checking him out too.
“Finish your beer, Blainey. Dad’ll be home soon.”
“Oh. Right.” Blaine reached down and took a big gulp of the brew. He covered his mouth as he immediately belched. “Excuse me!” Cooper laughed.
“That’s right. Bottom’s up.” With any luck, that’s just the position Blaine would be in later.
Then the house phone rang.
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Part 3>>