NATURAL SELECTION 16B
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Semi-public sex, getting caught masturbating, blink-and-you-miss-it Andercest, potential spoilers for Stranger Things and Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (if you haven’t seen those shows on Netflix already). All links in the story are NSFW.
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanartby Val.
Chapter summary: Kurt confronts the truth and makes a decision. Blaine becomes a supportive friend. Cooper notices something at home. Jakes struggles on the farm.
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Blaine trudged through the doorway as usual, tossing his keys into the bowl on the side table. He eyed the set of foreign keys that were beside the bowl and paused. He couldn’t leave them there, and they must be Kurt’s. He scooped them up and placed them in the bowl with the others. He knew it was a tiny gesture but it might help Kurt feel more comfortable about being in their home - and wow, Blaine needed get used to that idea.
“Hi,” a soft voice called from the kitchen. Blaine’s head whipped up. He snatched his hand away from the keys, realizing that he’d been staring at them.
“Hi,” he said breathlessly. “Kurt…” He faltered, taking in the boy wearing his brother’s loose shirt, his dark underwear showing through the cotton, his legs bare. He tried to ignore the surge of want he felt. Instead, he pulled his satchel from his shoulder and let it drop to the floor by the side table. “I- I’m so glad that you’re up.”
“You are?”
Blaine nodded. “You were pretty out of it last night.” He deliberately understated how concerned he’d been when Cooper had all but carried him in the previous night.
“I don’t remember much.”
“But you feel better today?”
“Um, yeah. My appetite’s back at least,” Kurt said with a nervous laugh and indicated the bowl of potato salad in his hand. “Do you want some? There’s roast chicken.”
“Oh! Uh, yeah. That sounds really good actually.” Blaine stopped at the breakfast bar. He leaned against it with both hands while Kurt laid out everything on the bench so that they could both serve themselves.
“Do you-” The boy paused to pile another spoonful of potato salad onto his plate and lick the edge of his thumb. “Do you always work this late?” He asked with his eyes trained downward. Blaine watched him carefully as he replied.
“Sometimes it’s unavoidable. You can’t plan emergency surgery.”
“I guess not.” Kurt was definitely avoiding eye contact.
“And I have to be on-call from time to time.”
“Uh huh.” Kurt picked up his plate and hesitated.
“Table?” Blaine suggested, pleased when the boy nodded. While Kurt chose his seat, Blaine grabbed two cans of diet cola from the fridge and placed one in front of Kurt. He settled himself at the table with a plate of chicken, green salad and cornbread. They ate in awkward silence for a few minutes, the clanking of cutlery the only noise until Blaine couldn’t take it anymore. “So, uh, is it safe to ask whether we can remove the cot from the room?”
Kurt’s head snapped upwards, his large blue eyes stormy as he met Blaine’s gaze. His mouth worked soundlessly, groping for an answer.
Blaine waited him out, popping open his can of soda before doing the same to the boy’s.
“Thank you,” Kurt said, casting his eyes down again. “I- I- Yeah, I think so.”
“Okay,” he said gently. “I’ll let the nurse know in the morning - unless you’re coming in tomorrow and can tell him yourself.” Kurt shrugged one shoulder, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you coming in tomorrow?” Blaine ducked his head in an unsuccessful effort to make eye contact. The fork between the boy’s fingers began to quiver.
“Kurt…” Blaine placed a comforting hand over his to still the trembling. “I know this is strange.” He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “But please… Talk to me.”
“I- I can’t,” Kurt croaked out. He dragged the back of his hand across his eye.
“Of course you can.”
“No-oo,” the boy hitched a breath.
Blaine tossed a hand up in frustration. He’d thought they had more of a connection than this. “Why not?” He complained.
Kurt sniffled and twisted in his chair, turning his back to Blaine. “Be-because you must think I’m awful,” he declared. “And I am. I’m an awful person.” He shook his head adamantly to drown out Blaine’s protests.
“I don’t understand,” Blaine muttered in confusion and sat back in his chair. Compassion overwhelmed him when the boy’s shoulders began to shake. He darted off to his bedroom and plucked several tissues from the box on his night stand. He returned to sit in a chair in front of Kurt and handed them off. “I don’t think you’re an awful person. I- I think you’re …wonderful.”
Kurt stared at him incredulously. “How can you say that!? You know what I’ve been doing with- with Cooper. The sneaking around.” He drew a quick breath and talked over the top of Blaine again. “A-and I can’t even look at my dad right now,” he said darkly.
“Stop. Stop. I don’t care who you’re sleeping with,” Blaine fussed. He took the boy’s hands in his, gripping them tightly. “You’re allowed to be happy, Kurt, and if Coop makes you happy…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Flashes of his masturbatory fantasies, from before he’d found out that Kurt and Cooper’s boyfriend were one and the same, crowded his thoughts. His body reacted, heat flushing his cheeks pink.
He cleared his throat. He had to pull himself together. He had to help Kurt. There was something bigger going on.
“Why won’t you come to the hospital?”
The boy heaved in a panicked breath, the corners of his mouth downturned as he stared blankly into space. They both fell silent - Blaine waiting until Kurt’s breathing evened out.
“I-” Kurt hesitated. “I’m just so …angry.” His voice wavered. Blaine squeezed the hands he still held but stayed silent. “How could he do this to me?” Kurt’s nostrils flared. He glanced up, his eyes blazing. He shook his head in disbelief. “And it’s not fair! It’s not fair that he’s lying there and I can’t even tell him!” Kurt sniffed indignantly.
“What you’re feeling is completely normal.”
“I hate him,” Kurt sniffled with watery eyes.
“Oh Kurt.”
“I hate him.” The boy’s chin wobbled.
“I know it’s hard right now-”
Tears skimmed Kurt’s cheeks, falling away. “What if he never wakes up? And what if…he does?" He croaked. "I’m scared that I’ll never be able to forgive him.” Kurt sucked in his lips, biting down to stop from crying as his breathing faltered.
“Oh,” Blaine clicked his tongue worriedly. “Come here.” He pulled the boy to stand, dragging him in for a firm hug. Kurt’s arms settled around his shoulders, his face resting in the crook of Blaine’s neck. Their bodies pressed against each other for a few moments. Blaine pulled away first and used his thumb to wick the moisture from the boy’s cheeks. “Has Coop told you about how our dad passed away?”
Kurt shook his head and dabbed at his eyes with the tissues. Blaine motioned for him to sit back down while he returned to his original seat. He wet his lips with a drink of soda.
"You might have noticed that there’s a few years between Coop and I.”
Kurt nodded, his eyebrows knitting as he listened.
“Well we both ended up in the family business anyway. Dad was a doctor too,” Blaine explained with a smile. “After Coop graduated from Johns Hopkins, he moved out to California and I moved to away to go to the same med school. During my second year, dad got sick - with a cough that wouldn’t go away - except…our parents didn’t tell us that it was actually lung cancer.”
“Oh, no.”
“Both Coop and I noticed that dad wasn’t himself that Christmas but they insisted that everything was fine so we went back to our lives none the wiser. I ended up falling in love with a guy at a party, and Cooper followed a woman to France, neither of us going home for months.” Blaine looked down and folded his hands in his lap. He took a steadying breath.
“The day that dad died, I was supposed to move in with my boyfriend. That didn’t happen, of course. I dropped everything and went home to help mom.”
“But,” he sighed. “I was furious. At her. At him. At the whole world. It took me a while to understand why they’d lied to us, and even longer to forgive them for it. But I did. And Cooper too.” His gaze came to rest on Kurt. “Eventually I came to terms with the hurt, of not being able to say goodbye, of losing him. I even made the switch from pediatrics to cardiothoracic to honor my dad, trying to follow in his footsteps.”
“I know your situation is different from mine…but I get it, Kurt. The anger. The guilt. Feeling helpless. Feeling alone. But you need to know that it gets better. And Cooper and I… We’ll- We’ll help you figure it out.”
Kurt pressed his lips together in a small smile. “I’m sorry about your father.” He paused as Blaine nodded gratefully. “What happened with the boyfriend? Did he help or wait-?” Blaine cut him off with a wry laugh.
“Nope. Dave moved on pretty quick. It was probably for the best. The whole thing brought out his true colors.”
“He sounds awful.”
Blaine shrugged. “He was young and didn’t know how to handle it. Same as me.”
“D-do you have a boyfriend now?” Kurt asked tentatively. Blaine smiled, glancing down. He shook his head.
“No. I had a- No, no boyfriend.” He scrunched up his face and admitted the truth. “I’m not very lucky in love.”
“I find that hard to believe,” the boy said skeptically. Blaine grinned, his eyes lowering.
“Uh, I believe in quality not quantity,” he said cheekily, thinking of his brother’s antics. He toyed with his fork and glanced fondly at Kurt. The boy’s eyes gleamed as he smiled back but quickly darted away.
“Cooper!” Kurt straightened in his chair.
Blaine turned to find his older brother clad only in baby blue boxer shorts standing in the kitchen, scratching his head. His eyebrows rose. “Did I miss a memo? Or are we just not wearing actual clothes anymore?”
“Please. Like you don’t wander around in a towel half the time,” Cooper mumbled. He tottered forward to press a kiss to the top of Kurt’s head before heading to the cupboards to find a plate. Kurt glanced at him and then back to Blaine.
“I can go put on some clothes?” He offered but Blaine shook his head and put a warm hand on his forearm.
“Are we out of Coke?” Cooper asked the open refrigerator.
“Oh! You can have mine,” Kurt said, sliding his barely touched can across the table.
“Thanks, babe.”
“I’ll pick some more up tomorrow,” Blaine said.
“No, I will,” Kurt countered.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll get it,” Cooper said and closed the fridge door.
“Guys! I’ll do it. I’m not helpless.” Blaine shared a sheepish look with his brother. “Besides I need something to do tomorrow anyway.”
“Okay,” Blaine chirped.
“I’ll make a list.”
“We need toothpaste.”
“Ooh, and that bread you got last time,” Cooper said, pointing at Blaine. “The one with the chia seeds.”
“And fabric softener.”
“O-kay,” Kurt said cautiously.
“I’ll make a list,” Cooper reiterated. “Is there any more corn bread?”
“Yeah.” Kurt hopped up and removed the dish towel from a plate on the bench.
“Thank god.” Cooper set his plate down on the bench and put an arm around Kurt’s waist, tugging him closer. “You look good in my clothes,” he murmured and kissed Kurt’s shoulder.
Blaine’s gaze shifted away, not enjoying the way Cooper’s hand had drifted down to squeeze the boy’s ass. He tried to focus on his salad, but found that his food was suddenly bitter on his tongue.
He shut his eyes. He was better than this. It had been such a long time since Cooper had expressed interest in a relationship, and never before with a guy - his brother deserved his support. And Kurt - Kurt was so sweet - Blaine would do anything to make him happy.
He had to find a way to accept it - them as a couple.
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, glancing at them again, letting the way Kurt giggled when his brother kissed his neck sink in. He pressed his lips together and looked away sulkily. Okay, so he’d have to work on it a little harder than he thought.
But by the time Kurt and Cooper sat down at the table to eat, Blaine had shoved his feelings away and carried on with the conversation.
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Sunset had come and gone. The city’s lights twinkled through the sheer curtains while the moon rose.
Kurt’s fingers tugged at Cooper’s soft hair while the doctor played with his slippery pussy. His legs were stretched wide across the bed with Cooper between them, pushing his cooling cum back inside Kurt.
Past the bedroom’s almost closed door, the ingredients of a pasta dinner were abandoned on the counter top. The couple too distracted by each other’s bodies to do anything but race one another to bed.
“Wanna make you come again,” Cooper murmured with his face resting against Kurt’s thigh.
Kurt wondered idly if Blaine was home yet and whether they should stop in case he was. But delight sparkled with every swish of Cooper’s fingers over his button. A finger pressed upwards, rubbing inside him. Kurt’s head slumped back against the bed, utterly willing to let the doctor do what he liked with his body regardless of who might be in the apartment. Cooper always knew how to take care of him.
The doctor’s mouth closed around his clit and sucked. His tongue lashed over sensitive skin, his fingers probing, twisting, fucking into him.
Kurt’s head rolled from side to side as he grunted, his hips stuttering into action. He whined, yearning to be stretched. He begged for more fingers, moaning appreciatively when Cooper obliged. He strained, tightening his cunt around them but it wasn’t enough.
“Wait,” he panted. He pushed himself up on his hands and dislodged the confused doctor. “Hold on.” Kurt crawled off the bed and stumbled to the closet. He rifled through his bag and found one of the toys he’d packed. He flipped the lid on its carry case and eased the crystal clear glass dildo into his hand.
Kurt practically skipped back to the bed, flinging himself on it next to Cooper.
“Use this,” he insisted and pushed the eight inch shaft into the doctor’s hands.
“Woah.”
Kurt shuffled in front of the doctor on his hands and knees, sticking his butt out, ready to take the bulbous tipped toy. Cooper shifted on the bed to kneel behind him as Kurt’s body wiggled with excitement. The doctor spanked a cheek and then grabbed a handful of flesh, wobbling it. Kurt dropped down to his elbows, pushing his ass into the touch.
The doctor’s teeth grazed a cheek, electrifying Kurt’s derrière. Cooper nipped and mouthed at the reddened skin until Kurt was twisting in his hands.
“Fuck me,” Kurt pleaded.
Cooper gasped a breath between bites. “Your greedy fucking… God,” he sighed as he licked along Kurt’s center. His tongue pressed inside. Cooper suckled at his overflowing entrance, his tongue coiling, bunching, eager to taste him. “I love your pussy, babe.” He trailed wet open mouthed kisses across Kurt’s hole and over the curve of his ass. The cool glass slider was dragged along Kurt’s creamy slit.
Kurt whimpered in response, his hips rocking backward with want. “Fuck- Fuck me,” he begged.
The smooth egg shaped head slowly split his lips apart. Kurt’s backside trembled violently and he sighed with longing. It dipped in, the peaked tip kissing his cunt for a split second. But Cooper pulled it back, earning a grunt of dissatisfaction from Kurt. The doctor sniggered. The glassy orb twirled back through their combined juices, the head sinking in a little further before it was gone again.
“Please,” Kurt mewled, his thighs tensing in anticipation. No one had ever teased him like this.
The wet suck of Cooper’s mouth over the tip of the dildo caught him off guard. He twisted to look at the doctor, watching him lick it clean and drenching it with saliva. Fingers spread his pussy’s lips. Kurt dropped his head and concentrated on the slow breach of his cunt. His slit stretched as the bulging tip pressed in deeper. Cooper tortured him with tiny thrusts that never pushed in any further.
“Please fuck me.”
Cooper let out a guttural sigh at the sight of Kurt’s cunt taking in the orb, the unyielding glass stretching the delicate skin of his pussy.
Kurt grunted as the ball eased inside. He had missed feeling this full, this out of control. For a moment he wished that the doctor would push him down, settle his weight on him and make him take it, the heaviness of the knot forced deep inside him.
He let the idea go as Cooper pushed it in as far as it would go. He concentrated on the fluttering sensation of his insides re-arranging themselves around the thick dildo. The muscles in Kurt’s ass shifted as he swiveled his hips, working his pussy around the translucent ball.
“Uh,” he muttered, pushing back in sloppy thrusts. “Please. Please.”
Cooper huffed against the small of his back. His fingers curled around the smaller glass marble at the base. He pulled it back, hesitating when Kurt whimpered.
“Uh, more!”
The glass shaft was driven back in, forcing a wet sound from Kurt’s throat. He shuddered and pleaded for the doctor to do it again.
Cooper’s reluctance fell away. “So desperate to be fucked, aren’t you babe,” the doctor mumbled as his cock bobbed back to life. In his hands, the toy was buried in deep and then pulled to the point where Kurt’s entrance blossomed around the orb.
Kurt shrieked in ecstasy with his face buried against the bed. He shoved his hips back and sobbed with pleasure. His chest heaved while his body shook.
“Uh!” His fingers gripped the sheets, holding on as Cooper twisted the dildo and plunged it back inside him.
“UH!” He shoved himself up off the mattress, his head tipped up towards the ceiling and back arching as he came with a cry.
“Fuck!” Cooper croaked out in amazement. He withdrew the thick glass shaft out, surprised at the soft pop of the egg shaped tip. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered. The doctor’s thumbs held open the slick lips of Kurt’s used pussy.
Kurt whined, his head dropping back to the bed. “Squirt inside me,” he cajoled. “Wanna feel you come in me.”
“Okay, okay,” Cooper said thickly. The mattress wobbled under the doctor’s weight as he got to his feet. He hovered above Kurt’s back for a moment. He dragged the swollen cap of his cock between the split of Kurt’s cheeks, bumping over his hole.
Kurt moaned at the feeling of Cooper pushing in. His toes curled in anticipation of being fucked all over again.
“Oh,” the doctor gasped as he bottomed out quickly. He steadied himself, his hands at Kurt’s waist, his hips shifting to sink back in. Cooper grunted with every thrust. Droplets of sweat fell onto Kurt’s back and the doctor’s hold slipped.
Cooper dropped to his knees and pushed at Kurt’s hip to lie on his side. He edged himself closer, straddling Kurt’s one leg and lifting the other, holding on to it as his cock found its way into Kurt’s juicy cunt. With his hips snapping forcefully, Cooper speared into him again and again.
Kurt mewled with delight, loving how deep the doctor could get at this angle.
Cooper’s strokes stuttered. He pressed his face against Kurt’s ankle and groaned. “Ah. Ah!”
Kurt relaxed, watching Cooper’s mouth drop open as he spilled inside him.
***
Blaine stood frozen in the hallway, his foot cramping because he was too afraid to move and make a sound.
“Please fuck me.” Kurt’s voice drifted past the bedroom door that had been left ajar. Blaine’s eyes slid shut. He swallowed heavily. He had to keep it together.
His head spun, their grunts setting his skin alight. His hand shot out to brace himself against the door frame.
“Please. Please.”
Blaine clamped his mouth shut and sniffed in stuttering breath. The sound of Kurt’s pleading sent his senses into a tailspin. His pants tightened, his cock filling with every grunt, every cry, every gasp. His hips rocked faintly as he imagined being the one to make Kurt squeal like that.
His fingers gripped the wooden door frame and swallowed down his own grunts that were answering Kurt’s.
“So desperate to be fucked, aren’t you babe.” His brother’s voice was husky, clearly enraptured with him. It triggered a memory Blaine hadn’t thought about in years.
Ricky Martin rolls his hips towards the camera and Blaine is helpless to resist. His fist flies over his cock. He’s not going to last through the end of the song. Ricky fills the television screen, flashing white teeth and gorgeous brown skin. He thrusts as he dances, showing off the bulge in his pants. Blaine gasps, imaging him naked. His orgasm erupts from him, splattering cloudy come across his bare stomach. He flops back on his bed, his knees splaying, his ankles trapped by trousers.
“Fuck,” Cooper rasps. He’s standing stock-still, the door knob still in his hand. Blaine’s body jerks in shock. He wants to pull his shirt down and cover himself but hesitates. He can’t stain his high school uniform.
The door closes. Cooper’s standing beside him, looking at him wild eyed. Blaine’s traitorous hard-on lays against his stomach, unwilling to go down. At fourteen, his body is so used to going round after round that Blaine can’t control it when his dick starts to leak pre-cum under his brother’s gaze.
“So desperate for it, aren’t you Blaine?” His brother says, his eyes flitting over his exposed body. MTV skips to the next video and Cooper’s gaze lands there, watching as a mermaid entices Ricky underwater. His fingers fumble with his belt buckle. “Shove over,” he demands, sitting himself down on the bed, their hips touching.
Blaine props himself up and watches his older brother tug his own shaft. Cooper only has eyes for the T.V. so Blaine takes the chance and touches himself nervously.
Blaine bites his bottom lip and strokes slowly, hoping to last longer this time. He’s been practicing more lately, the warmer weather pushing his libido into overdrive. He never counted on Cooper coming home from college.
“Uh.” His older brother grunts. His cock is fat in his hand, dribbling obscenely. The noise shoots straight through Blaine’s gut. His dick twitches in his grasp. He ignores Ricky being fondled onscreen, watching Cooper’s dick instead. So pink. So thick.
Blaine can’t take it. His own noises are husky, panting groans. His hips jerk upwards. Fuck, he thinks. He’s going to come again. “Oh!” He works through it this time but falls to the bed with his eyes closed. His hips roll and his hand squeezes out the last sparks of excitement.
Beside him, Cooper lets out another low grunt. The mattress shifts. Suddenly the back of Blaine’s hand is doused wet and his brain struggles to understand how that’s possible.
His eyes blink open. Cooper is so close. He’s angled over him, his come streaking over Blaine’s fist covered cock.
Cooper sighs and settles back on his ass. “That brunette chick,” he says, nodding at the television. “Gets me fucking every time.”
“Wanna feel you come in me,” Kurt whined.
The thought of pumping Kurt full of come snapped Blaine back to the present. He found himself pressed up against the door frame, rutting against the uncomfortably hard wooden surface.
His brother muttered and shifted on the bed, breaking Blaine’s focus.
He huffed to himself and backed off the frame. He shouldn’t be doing this. This wasn’t a healthy way to work through his crush on his brother’s boyfriend. He nodded to himself. He would go and take a shower - that would help.
Blaine began to tiptoe away but Kurt’s sensual whimpers stopped him in his tracks. He found himself hoping that Cooper, after all these years, had learned how to manage his impulse control issues. But the telltale groaning of his older brother signaled that Kurt was about to be short changed.
Blaine grimaced and snuck off towards the bathroom.
He stripped in front of the mirror and leaned closer to look at his reflection. “Never lust after someone you can’t have, no matter how well you could do them,” he reminded himself. “Disaster.”
Seconds later under the hot water, Blaine’s fingers toyed with a nipple. Minutes later, come gushed out of him like a fountain.
He wiggled his toes in the streaming hot water, his eyes closed, hoping beyond hope that his orgasm had helped get Kurt out of his system.
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