Patriarch 2/2
Pairings: Blaine Anderson/Eduardo Anderson (Blaine’s father)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Incest, dub con, underage, boypussy!Blaine, age difference, daddy kink, bare backing, pregnancy kink, infidelity, references to Catholicism and prayer.
Summary: In the third installment in the Liberty verse, Eduardo Anderson finds himself in dangerous waters when giving ‘the talk’ to his young teenage son, Blaine.
Author’s Note: Although this is the third installment, it can be read on its own. It’s set in the Spring before Chaperone and Caretaker. Also a big thanks to all the enthusiastic readers of this verse for commenting and hitting the kudos button over on AO3, and also to those who have tracked me to Tumblr and said hello in my inbox. It is very much appreciated!
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***
“You had more questions,” Eduardo stated simply. The door clicked shut behind him.
Blaine’s comforter slipped from his shoulder, revealing it to be bare. Eduardo honed in on it, his gaze travelling over the covers, eyeing the line of his son’s arm until it came to rest between Blaine’s spread legs.
“Oh?” Eduardo sighed excitedly, encouraged at the blush that bloomed across Blaine’s cheeks. The unanticipated delight of finding his son exploring his body had Eduardo’s body tingling with lust.
“Da-ad,” his son whispered bashfully.
He was across the room in a heartbeat. His fingers traced the curve of Blaine’s jaw in the glow of the lamplight. “I’m sorry I left.”
“Yeah?” His son gazed up at him adoringly.
Eduardo sat on the edge of the mattress; his hand smoothing over Blaine’s exposed shoulder, edging the blanket further down. His son’s tiny rosy nipple came into view and Eduardo’s fingers gravitated to it immediately, pinching it gently at first.
“Yeah,” Eduardo sighed. His eyes slipped shut as their lips met. He could barely restrain himself. He toyed with Blaine’s tongue, swirling around it one moment and sucking on it the next. His dick began to swell once more, the silk sliding sensuously over his length.
Blaine moaned into another kiss, his fingers moving faster against his pussy beneath the sheets. Eduardo forced him downward, to lie flat. He unseated himself, drawing back the covers to watch his son pleasure himself. Blaine gasped, his hips bucking willfully, and Eduardo couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled his top over his head, dropping it to the floor. His fingers pulled the cords free from their knot at his pants and slipped the silk from his skin. Naked, hard and heady from the wanton noises coming from his son, Eduardo crawled on the bed to find space between Blaine’s thighs.
“Dad…” Blaine said quietly. He crooked his legs, showing himself off and let out a sigh of relief when Eduardo’s hands cupped the back of his thighs.
“Shhh, daddy’s here.” Eduardo leaned over his son to capture another kiss. His dick rubbed against Blaine’s heated pussy, slipping between the moist lips. He kissed his son breathless; his hips shifting restlessly in an effort not plunge right in. His mouth shifted to his son’s neck, loving the feel of his five o’clock shadow whispering over Blaine’s smooth skin. He worked his way down, peppering kisses and playful nips over his son’s stomach until his lips were tickled by Blaine’s dark downy hair. Eduardo’s tongue darted downward, trailing across the tip of Blaine’s clit, dipping down, inward, tasting the heavenly nectar that his son had to offer.
“Uh, daddy...” Blaine whimpered, his small hands kneading Eduardo’s shoulders.
Eduardo’s hands moved under his son’s hips, lifting him to his mouth. He sealed his lips over the split of Blaine’s mound, his tongue lapping over and over his son’s clit. Every hiccuping sigh from Blaine steeled Eduardo’s resolve. He would teach his son everything. He would be his first.
Blaine’s body began to quake. Eduardo held Blaine’s hips fast and swept his tongue from top to bottom and back again, thrilled to hear his son calling out for him as he came, bucking against his mouth.
He let Blaine catch his breath, his tongue finding a new but less sensitive target. Blaine huffed a winded laugh as Eduardo found a pebbled nipple to suck on. His son pulled him up to be kissed but startled at the sugary taste of himself. Eduardo didn’t let him get far, his mouth insatiable for him. Blaine settled into the kiss, his tongue soon searching for another taste.
With his son distracted, wet and relaxed, Eduardo took the opportunity afforded to him. He scooped up one of his son’s legs and nudged the head of his eager cock into Blaine. With his eyes closed and hips steady, Eduardo succumbed to sin, moaning as his son drew him in, his creamy pussy offering little resistance. He sank inside slowly, allowing Blaine to mold around his shaft.
His son’s head dropped back to his pillow, his eyes glassy and mouth open in surprise at the unexpected stretch.
“Ohhh, that’s it.” Eduardo shuddered and pressed forward to bury himself to the root. Blaine whined as Eduardo pulled back, inching out before sinking back in once more. “Like that. Oh. Just. Like. That.” His son’s slippery pussy convulsed around him and Eduardo found himself pressing comforting kisses against Blaine’s unruly hair.
Blaine gasped with every thrust, each faster than the last.
“It’s okay, Blainey. It’s okay. Just give it a minute.” Eduardo was loath to slow down but he did so, wanting to make his son feel good. “Shhh. Daddy’s gonna make it all better.”
The sharpness eased from his son’s noises moments later and Eduardo could feel it as Blaine’s hips worked with him. Eduardo moaned in ecstasy, his hips pumping faster. He held his son’s tight little body, keeping him bundled up in his arms as he fucked him.
“Oh God,” Eduardo groaned. He was going to come. He was going to unload inside of Blaine. He was going to fill his son up. Blaine was so small - there’d be no way he could take it all.
The image of his come spilling out of his son was too much for Eduardo. His hands found Blaine’s hips and held him down, his own hips snapping forcefully as his orgasm boiled out of him and into his son. Eduardo gasped and grunted against Blaine’s temple with every slowing pulse of his hips.
His son’s hands linked behind Eduardo’s neck once he’d stilled, and Eduardo realized that he was crushing Blaine beneath his broader frame.
“Uh, sorry. Sorry,” he muttered, rolling off him.
“It’s okay.” Blaine wriggled onto his side and watched Eduardo carefully. “I like it.”
Eduardo smiled and rolled on his side to face his flushed son. His smile quickly faded as he came to his senses.
“Don’t go,” Blaine blurted out worriedly. “At least not right away.”
Eduardo nodded and found his son’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Are you okay?”
“Uh huh.”
“Really?”
“Definitely.”
“That was…”
“Amazing.”
“…Uh, unplanned,” Eduardo stuttered out. He collapsed onto his back and groaned at the enormity of what he’d done. “You can’t tell anyone, Blaine,” he whispered.
“I won’t.”
“Not a soul.”
“I won’t.”
“I’m serious, Blaine,” he said sternly.
“I won’t,” Blaine said with a laugh. “I promise, dad. I’ll keep it a secret.”
“Our little secret,” Eduardo said distractedly. He scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly exhausted. “I need to go - before your mother realizes I’m missing.”
“Uh huh.”
Eduardo climbed out of bed and pulled on his pajamas. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
The door clicked behind him once more and Eduardo found himself alone in the dark hallway on full alert, listening for his wife. The blue flashes of light bouncing up the stairwell calmed him - she was still downstairs. He tiptoed down the hall towards their bedroom, only managing to breathe a sigh of relief once he climbed into their bed alone.
Lying in bed in the dark, Eduardo stared at the ceiling waiting for the shame to overwhelm him but instead the gentle fizzing of his blood settled into a simmer of satisfaction that came from a well earned orgasm. He blinked heavily, struggling against tide of sleep that had come to claim him. His hand flopped against the bed covers uselessly, and he sighed, giving in to his body’s demands once more as his eyelids slid shut.
***
Eduardo stretched in bed, delighting in the waking his body, his toes pointing and bending at the same time while he yawned. The spot beside him was empty and he knew Pam would already be in the shower. If this was any other day, he’d consider joining her - not that he actually, physically did that very often but he sure thought about it a lot. Except today wasn’t any other day. Today was the day after he’d cheated on his wife and slept with his own son.
He groaned. His palm dragging across his face as every tiny noise that Blaine had made ricocheted through his head. “No, no, no…” He muttered to himself before starting in on the words of a prayer that had comforted him in times gone by. “Hail Mary, full of grace…” He whispered with his eyes clamped shut.
The en suite door opened with a click followed by the waft of Pam’s sweetly scented body-wash into their bedroom. Eduardo hurried to finish silently.
“You’re going to be late,” his wife chided and opened the closet. “You want the grey today?”
Eduardo peeked out of one eye and stared at the sports coat she was holding up. He shook his head. “The black.”
“Whose funeral are you going to?” She asked with a bemused smile.
“…pray for us sinners…”
Eduardo threw back the covers. “Ugh. My own.”
“At least wear the pink striped shirt so you can put the ‘fun’ in ‘funeral’,” Pam said breezily as he trudged to the bathroom, the weight of his immorality heavy on his shoulders. She stuck her head through the open doorway and tried to eyeball him in the mirror. “Hey it’s not all bad, honey. It is Friday,” she reminded him, finally catching his eye. “Oh, don’t forget. Sam’s coming over for dinner...”
“Oh good grief!” Eduardo’s hands went slack under the cold water he was about to splash on his face.
“…So bring home extra soda, ‘kay?”
“Fine.”
“Chin up, Charlie Brown. I’ll put the coffee on.”
***
“Isn’t he great?” Blaine sighed dreamily, watching Sam be driven away by Mr. Evans.
“He’s darling,” Pam gushed and squeezed their son’s shoulders. “C’mon, sweetheart, you’re on dishes duty.”
“Mo-om,” Blaine protested half-heartedly, allowing himself to be dragged towards the kitchen.
Eduardo shut the front door, scowling, and locked it. Sam wasn’t a bad kid but it was clear that Blaine was head over heels for him and that could only spell trouble. He had little doubt that his son would willingly let Sam do anything he wanted. Eduardo blanched at the thought of that boy’s hands on Blaine, knowing exactly how responsive his son’s body was. Heat surged into Eduardo’s belly, desire pooling at the memory of being between Blaine’s legs. Having his mouth on him, his tongue honey coated with the taste of him.
He trailed into the kitchen, wanting a chance to speak with Blaine alone but his wife was already elbow deep in soap suds gossiping with their son. A cold wash of guilt bubbled up at the thought of how his wife would react if she were to find out what he’d done. He swallowed down the lump in his throat while he eyed Blaine’s plump rear end. His mouth went dry and Eduardo found himself licking his lips with want.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance at his fickle, lust laden thoughts and veered off to the lounge. He had to get a hold of himself and stop this enthrallment with Blaine before it became something more dangerous.
He needed to clear the air with his son. Put this behind them. It would be for the best - except he’d never be able to displace Pam in the kitchen without raising suspicion. He’d have to wait until later.
***
“Well, I’m gonna go do my homework,” Blaine said, hopping up from the arm chair.
Pam barely looked away from her show but Eduardo was all ears, watching his son attentively in the hopes they could talk alone.
She clicked her tongue sympathetically. “You’ve got all weekend, sweetie.”
“I know but this assignment is hard,” Blaine stressed. “I’m gonna need all the time I can get.”
“Maybe I could help?” Eduardo offered, hoping that his wife wouldn’t object to being left alone with the T.V. again.
“Uh, yeah?” Blaine said, surprised. “That’d be great, dad.”
“All right. Let’s go take a look then,” Eduardo uttered, trying to sound nonchalant. He wanted to spring off the couch but instead he made a show of marking his spot in the book he’d barely been reading and set it aside. He waited until they’d made it halfway up the stairwell before he ushered his son to his bedroom.
***
His mouth was on Blaine’s as soon as the bedroom door was closed. He pushed his son up against the wall and tugged at Blaine’s belt.
“Off,” he mumbled.
His son’s hands scrambled to obey, the belt falling open and his pants unzipped hastily. Eduardo’s fingers yanked Blaine’s bowtie free and popped a few buttons before pulling his son’s checkered shirt over his head only to find the cuffs stuck at his wrists. Blaine laughed at the predicament but it gave Eduardo time to pause and realize exactly what he was about to do with his son again. His shaking hand flew to his mouth in shock.
Blaine got himself free, flinging his shirt to the floor. He stood there, flushed and grinning in a small black g-string with his red pants around his ankles and looked to Eduardo for the next move.
Except Eduardo found himself unable to do anything - utterly horrified at how his perversion had overpowered his better judgment once more.
His son’s smile dropped quickly. Blaine’s hands tangled themselves anxiously in front of his barely covered mound, his eyes downcast.
Eduardo put his hands to his hips, debating his next move. Everything he’d wanted to say to Blaine - all of it - everything he’d practiced during the day - it was gone. His words had failed him all because he’d been subjugated by his own greedy flesh. Here he was again, knowing he was in the wrong - only this time he was determined to put a stop to this wickedness. Or at least he was. That was until Blaine reached down sheepishly to pull up his pants.
“Don’t.” The words tumbled out of Eduardo’s mouth in an instant. “I want to see you.”
Blaine toed off his shoes haphazardly and kicked off his trousers, hesitating with a thumb in the waistband of his underwear.
Eduardo fell to his knees before his son. He pulled the black cotton panties down, his tongue wetting his lower lip as Blaine’s legs shifted. He was drawn to his son’s warmth, his forehead resting against Blaine’s stomach while he laid one peck after another down his abdomen. Eduardo’s insistent hands pawed at his son’s thighs, pushing them apart, slipping a toned thigh over his shoulder, losing his sensibilities at the sight of him. Blaine’s tenderly cupped his head as Eduardo set his tongue to the shy split of his son.
Fingers ruffled through Eduardo’s dark clipped curls while he supped on ambrosia. Heaving gasps fell from them both as he made a meal of it - his tongue ceaseless, working the length of Blaine’s pussy until his son was writhing above him and holding on for dear life.
His son’s panting cloaked the noise of Eduardo’s belt and zip opening. His trousers fell as he stood. He pulled Blaine to him, bending at the knee to guide himself to his son’s entrance. They groaned in unison when Eduardo thrust in gently. He picked Blaine up to fuck him against the wall. His son’s thighs quickly found purchase on his hips and he clung there, hands clutching at his shoulders, cursing under his breath with every drive of Eduardo’s hips.
Muscles burned with discomfit with every passing minute. Blaine slipped lower with one of his legs hitched up while the other grazed the floor on tiptoe. Finally, Eduardo was frustrated enough to change position. He shuffled them to the bedside and urged his son onto all fours.
Eduardo fed his length into Blaine’s snug little pussy, testing the new angle with rolling thrusts. He moaned at the feeling of being swallowed so easily. He kept an unyielding grip on his son’s hips, pulling Blaine’s diminutive body back on his dick, fucking him with ruthless abandon.
Blaine called out for him in a hitching cry as his pussy convulsed violently around Eduardo’s shaft. Eduardo planted his hand in between his son’s shoulder blades and shoved to him to the mattress, muffling Blaine’s orgasmic noises. His release rounded on him as he pinned his son to the bed. He hiked a leg up to help him fuck in deeper, determined to make Blaine feel every inch.
He lost himself in the heady rush of taking what he wanted. Sweat stung his eyes. An animalistic growl fell from his curled mouth. The slap of his body against his son’s sent him into a frenzy, his hips pumping wildly. He grabbed handfuls of Blaine’s ass, squeezing mercilessly as his balls tightened. With a guttural groan, Eduardo held his son right where he needed him and let loose, spilling inside him. He sighed, his body thrumming with satisfaction.
“Stay,” Eduardo encouraged, his thumbs spreading Blaine’s pussy as he withdrew. “Oh…? Yeah,” he murmured, rapt by the sight of his come welling at his son’s entrance, ready to trickle out. His fingertips swiped over it, sweeping along to Blaine’s clit and rubbing there as his son bucked haphazardly against the touch until he came.
Eduardo helped Blaine dress, pulling his g-string up and rubbing the cotton in against Blaine’s wet, leaking pussy. He left his son with a kiss to the forehead and headed for the shower, surprised at how dominant he’d been with Blaine. It was wholly unusual but wow, what a rush it had been.
***
It woke him. A dream of something that should never happen.
Eduardo blinked the sleep from his eyes and shoved the top cover off himself. Curled against his chest, his wife slept on, oblivious to his delirium.
The final image from his dream faded around the edges, just enough to force Eduardo to concentrate in order to keep it with him. He sniffed in a quick breath, fearful yet tantalized by what his subconscious had summoned.
It was Blaine.
Belly rounded. Swollen with life.
His young hands smoothing over the fabric to show how his bellybutton was sticking out.
His own hands covered his son’s, feeling a kick from inside. The child was restless.
Excitement expanded within him. He could feel himself harden. His hands slipping beneath the loose shirt to feel the warmth of Blaine’s skin. His fingers searching, sliding downward. Blaine widened his stance.
A stranger spoke. No, not a stranger. It was Sam with his vaguely Southern twang.
Blaine stepped back and kissed him on the mouth, smiling when Sam’s hand stroked his pregnant belly, laughing as Sam kneeled before to lift his shirt and press provocative kisses across his stomach.
He couldn’t hear what they were saying to one another. Instead he watched Sam’s hands roam.
Blaine’s eyelashes fluttered, his hands gripping at Sam’s shoulders.
Contempt crept through his veins. The presumption of this young fool - thinking the baby is his.
He knew it was his. Knew it in his bones. Knew that he’d been the only one to come inside him.
Eduardo’s chest heaved with every panting breath as the image dissolved into nothing.
He knew what he needed to do.
“Wha-?” Pam grumbled as Eduardo slipped out of bed.
“Getting a drink of water,” he whispered. His wife mumbled something unintelligible and twisted her face against a pillow.
He waited until her breathing evened out before he let himself out into the hallway.
***
Inside Blaine’s bedroom, the blinking light from his cell phone intermittently lit up the far wall where it was charging. The soft puffs of breath from the bed told Eduardo that his son hadn’t woken up when he entered the room.
Eduardo stood over his bed and studied his son’s cherubic face as he slept. To make the most of his time, he disrobed, his pajamas falling to the floor in a heap. His dick was already fattening as he slid under the covers.
“Blaine?” He whispered, taking his son in his arms, trying to wake but not startle him.
“Huh?” Blaine queried sleepily, his eyes squinting in the gloom.
“S’ok, Blainey. Daddy’s here.”
“Daddy?”
Eduardo held him tighter. “Daddy’s here,” he soothed.
Blaine snuggled against him with a comforting whimper. His small hand splayed across Eduardo’s breastbone, his fingers toying with the chest hair there.
“I wanted to tell you something,” he murmured. His hand shifted to Blaine’s pajama pants. He pushed them down, eventually hooking his foot on them to drag them all the way off, shoving them to the end of the bed.
“You did?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Couldn’t it wait ‘til morning?” Blaine said with drowsy amusement.
“Nope.” Eduardo’s fingers tugged the tiny g-string aside and slid his impatient fingers along the still slippery groove of his son.
“Oh,” Blaine gasped at the swoop of a finger inside him.
Eduardo’s mouth found his son’s, his tongue sweeping Blaine’s up in an endless cascading kiss. He rolled Blaine onto his back and settled in position between his son’s spread legs.
Blaine broke away to haul in a breath. “Wha- What is it? The question?”
Eduardo steadied his dick, sinking in with a soft moan. He thrust lazily, letting their bodies find a comfortable rhythm. “I’m the only one, okay?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, uh.”
“Promise me.”
“Promise what? Oh. Oh, daddy.”
“I’m the only one who gets to come in this pussy.” Eduardo snapped his hips savagely, forcing an involuntary cry from Blaine. He did it again just to hear Blaine moan. “I’m the only one.”
“Okay?”
Eduardo began to pant as he sped up. “No. Say it.”
“Da-ad,” his son whined.
“Promise me,” Eduardo demanded stormily. His thrusts became choppy and uneven. “You hear me?” He raised himself up on the heel of his hands and fucked Blaine roughly.
“Uh, uh,” Blaine held on gallantly, his heels digging into the meat of Eduardo’s ass. “I only get yours, daddy. Only your come.”
Eduardo’s mouth dropped open as his balls tingled in readiness. “Oh God, Blaine,” he muttered and slammed inside his son, grinding his dick in deep as he came with a violent shudder.
He slumped to his elbows in relief while his son’s fingers twined around his biceps. He kissed Blaine once more, giving them both a moment to relax before he would have to leave.
Soon Blaine was fast asleep, curled up on his side but Eduardo remained awake. He spanned his son’s abdomen wistfully and kissed his cotton clad shoulder.
There was much in the world that disturbed Eduardo Anderson but strangely enough, it had turned out that lusting after his son wasn’t on the list.
Fin